Tur by S.T. Bende

Author:S.T. Bende [Bende, S.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BA
Published: 2014-05-04T23:00:00+00:00

“Your stupid, closed minded, backwards grandfather!” I burst through the front door of the house, ready to rip into my friend for his family’s offense. Gunnar was debriefing the Elite Team after the dark elf attacks, so I could let loose on Ull without anyone jumping in. “He still won’t let me fight, after everything I did for him! It’s so—”

I broke off. Ull was sitting at the kitchen table, in his favorite grey sweatpants and an Academy tank top. He must have just taken a shower because he smelled like the cedar-scented shampoo I’d picked up for him last week. His arms were straight out in front of him, hands clasping a mug, and his cheek rested on the tabletop. Even his hair was dejected, flopping listlessly on the wood beneath his face. If he’d been a sculpture, the artist would have named him, Morose.

“Great Asgard, Ull, what’s wrong?”

“He is fixated on this God of War nonsense.” Ull didn’t raise his head.

“Odin?” I asked.

“One and the same,” he confirmed.

“Jeez, why won’t he just listen to us?” I threw the basket of gingersnaps in the garbage and opened the door to the pantry. “It’s not like we don’t know what we’re talking about. I’d make an exceptional warrior, and you’d make a terrible God of War. You’re way too sensitive. Sorry.” I grabbed baking powder, salt, flour, and sugar, and stomped back into the kitchen, slamming the pantry door so hard the glass shook.

“No, you are right. I would make a terrible God of War. The last thing I want to do is devote eternity to orchestrating destruction.”

“Well, the only thing I want to do is fight. I’m so sick of sitting behind a desk, sketching out choreography for everyone else to use but me.” I opened the door of our stainless steel refrigerator and pulled out butter, milk and Mexican vanilla. It was a bear to convince Heimdall to open the Bifrost so I could go grocery shopping, but the Mexican variety was vastly superior to the Asgardian bean. I threw the wet ingredients into the bowl of my standing mixer and turned it on.

“Fighting is not all it is cracked up to be, Inga.” Ull still hadn’t looked up.

“You want me to heat up that tea?” I gestured to his full cup.

“Please.”

I reheated his tea and crossed to the freezer where I pulled out a bar of semi-sweet chocolate. I grabbed a cutting board, and brought my new meat cleaver to the table.

“What are you making?” Ull asked.

“Chocolate chip cookies.” I set to work chopping.

“Pretty serious knife for cutting chocolate.” Ull finally looked up.

“Yeah, well, I’m in a serious kind of mood.”

“Odin is not going to let you fight. I am sorry, but the sooner you accept what is, the faster you can move on.” He took a drink, the bags under his large eyes betraying his exhaustion.

“Oh, really? And how’s accepting what is working out for you, Mr. God of War- elect?” I carried the cutting board to my mixer and scraped the chocolate pieces into the batter.

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