Deorum (Of Gods)
O K A Y. Only took me like nine days to get a new computer, so here we go, posting of this story will now resume its daily schedule. This is Part IV, Parts I, II, and III are also available. This scene takes place the day after the previous one–Jack is no longer dying of a divine-level hangover, is the point. Also, please feel free to correct my German, I do not dich the language.
“Hey, Jackie,” Idunn said, already sliding forward a travel cup with an elegant cursive J on the side. Her handwriting would have made calligraphers weep with envy, although her print letters were angular and sharp-edged as blades. “How are you feeling?”
“Eh,” he said with a shrug and an expressive hand motion. “Ich bin gut, aber erschoft.” Jack’s eyes widened at the sound of his own words and one hand flicked up to touch his lips, a betrayed look crossing his face.
“Didn’t know you spoke German, Jack,” Idunn said in a strange voice—careful and calm, as if bracing herself or someone else against an oncoming onslaught. “Wen haben Sie erfahren?”
“I…didn’t?” he said through his fingers, and felt almost shaky with relief when the words spilled out in familiar English. “What the fuck?”
