Page 103 of Sett and his King
"No. It was. He said we should celebrate. And I suggested we throw you a party."
I glanced at Loki again but he didn't acknowledge me. Was it true? Had I somehow managed to make a friend out of a foe despite everything?
"Who knew he was such a teddy bear!" I marveled to his boyfriend and he grinned from ear to ear. "Other than you, of course."
"Are we talking about my man? Because yeah, he's a cinnamon roll wrapped up in thorns, but I love him anyway." Sandro came close and put his arm around my shoulder even though I was a couple heads taller than him.
I turned my attention to his boyfriend, the king of the Greek Underworld and cocked my head. He didn't appear threatening. In fact he looked entirely innocent. And a little punk, what with his blue hair that moved a little like flames, but it wasn't that hard to imagine him turning from the sweet, swooning god to a man scorned.
"You're lucky. You got yourself a winner," I said.
"Hey, don't sell yourself short. Sett is completely smitten with you," Tomasz nudged my ribs. I looked at Sett who approached Loki and Hades and they welcomed him into their little group.
I grimaced. "Who said I'm selling myself short? Sett is the best. We'realllucky as fuck."
"You can say that again," Sandro sighed, making heart eyes at his boyfriend.
"Aren't we just?" Tomasz said. "If you'd told me when I was young that my boyfriend would be the trickster god and my step-kids would be the goddess of death and the wolf-god I'd have laughed in your face."
I nodded. It was true. Gods were a thing of myth, even in our world. Or at least they were until three years ago. Then everything changed. I still didn't know how or why but something told me Mother Red Cap had played a small part in it or Horus would never have set me on her trail.
"Speaking of step-kids, where is Hela?" I looked around for the mini goddess who scared the crap out of me every time, but didn't find her anywhere.
"School," Tomasz said.
"But it's night time."
"I didn't say she was the student." Tomasz winked and I was left wondering what the hell he was talking about.
If she wasn't the student she must be the teacher, but what could she possibly be teaching someone? How to be a death god?
"And Fenrir? I'm surprised he's not here."
"Oh, he's at my home," Sandro said.
"And what is he doing there?" I raised an eyebrow and Sandro glanced from me to Tomasz to Hades trying to conceal his smile and failing.
"What?" Tomasz asked.
"Well…" he started. "The truth is we've been kind of busy," Sandro said.
"Yeah. With ruling the underworld and stuff," I said.
"Not just that. We…Hades and I found out we had a child."
"What?" Tomasz and I exclaimed.
Sandro pursed his lips and nodded. "Thousands of years ago. Before we were separated. When I…when I was Persephone," he said.
"Okay. Did you find your child again?" I asked.
"Our baby. Yes. My mother hid him from us. He's still a baby."
"How is that possible?" Tomasz asked.
"It's a long story," Sandro sighed. "But yeah, we've been busy adjusting to fatherhood and raising our little Melis."
"Melis? Aww, that's pretty," Tomasz cooed.
