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Eris appeared suddenly, looking round the street wildly before turning to see her dear flutist. "Zeva-! My dear Lady Zeva-" The goddess seemed to be in a rush, almost twitchy. "Please, I must ask a favor of you of utmost importance. Your flute, your precious extension of yourself- you can control others with it's help can you not? Do you believe you could control me for a time being if needed?"

 

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Zeva had been minding her life, watching the world pass her by in an entrancement. It felt good to be on her own but noted as it didn’t last the moment she had heard the over excited woman rushing towards her. Lady Zeva. Such a disgusting nickname that she wished Eris wouldn’t call her. Cringing slightly and turning to face the spastic woman, she watched as the other, out of breath, attempted to speak to her.

Moving her eyes upward to watch the taller being, her hand tightened around the flute.

"Yes it can. It can do anything I wish it too." 

But then that strange request fell from her lips and she tilted her head, eyebrows slightly raising. 

"I…suppose I can. But why would you wish for such a thing? What exactly are you trying to accomplish?"

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Zeva had watched Eris try to suppress her chaotic needs to let go and retreated a step. If this were any other being, she would let the world run into whatever tragic end it had to meet and be on her way. It wasn’t like these people could die. But instead, she had seen herself in the Discord Goddess. Every few years or so, she would run rampant on souls and feast on humans in a gluttonous attempt to sooth her appetite. There was no stopping her when she did that, so she felt for the woman.

Nodding slowly in understanding, the Death spirit twirled Etoile between her nimble fingers and fixed her little black dress slightly. This was going to be interesting and hard to hold back. The spirits of the God’s were so rich and delicious that every time she had the chance, she would indulge in it. However, she had to refrain from that now.

Bringing the flute to her lips, she spoke in a serious tone.

"I will do it for you, but there are going to be severe consequences. My melodies are not one to bring beautiful and amazing memories. I tap into your subconscious, show you a nice dream and rip it to shreds right in front of your eyes. I assure you that your vision of me will have changed once you awake from your death like slumber." Her blue eyes had no glint in it at all as she spoke. "You will be in no control over what I do. You will have to suffer through it and you may or may not be a different person."

"Are you sure you really want this?"

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Eris was listening but it was as if through a fog,her mind beginning to haze over as her tipping point neared. The goddess tilted her head, her breathing already slowing even as she attempted to process the spirit’s warnings.

"My subconscious-? I-I-" She chewed her lip, tapping delicate fingers against her chin anxiously. "Is there- ah!" There was a tremor in the earth as a gasp escaped the afflicted deity and her eyes widened, no longer focused upon present company.

"F-Five.. five minutes. No more.. No more, perhaps less if you deem it so, Zeva I’m sor-" Everything grew still and quiet suddenly, nearly peaceful in the silence of a world. Eris took one shuddering breath, taking a final look at her flutist with hope and fear in her pale eyes.

"Please Zeva.." And with that, wind rushed and seemed to erupt from Eris’ very heart, a shattering, hot hurricane of power that cleared only to show blackened skies with roaring clouds. There were screams and sirens, piercing every pause the thunder gave and there, standing amongst the beginnings of terror was the goddess, eyes half lidded as though experiencing the greatest pleasure imaginable through her release. Even the very posture at which she stood reflected the change within her. No longer was she the frail and meek woman of moments ago. This is Chaos and Strife, Eris without restrictions.

”..Can you feel it?” Her voiced whispered, silky and pleased.

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Eris appeared suddenly, looking round the street wildly before turning to see her dear flutist. "Zeva-! My dear Lady Zeva-" The goddess seemed to be in a rush, almost twitchy. "Please, I must ask a favor of you of utmost importance. Your flute, your precious extension of yourself- you can control others with it's help can you not? Do you believe you could control me for a time being if needed?"

dulcet-demise:

Zeva had been minding her life, watching the world pass her by in an entrancement. It felt good to be on her own but noted as it didn’t last the moment she had heard the over excited woman rushing towards her. Lady Zeva. Such a disgusting nickname that she wished Eris wouldn’t call her. Cringing slightly and turning to face the spastic woman, she watched as the other, out of breath, attempted to speak to her.

Moving her eyes upward to watch the taller being, her hand tightened around the flute.

"Yes it can. It can do anything I wish it too." 

But then that strange request fell from her lips and she tilted her head, eyebrows slightly raising. 

"I…suppose I can. But why would you wish for such a thing? What exactly are you trying to accomplish?"

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"I- ngh!" She twitched again, this time biting her lip as thunder rumbled overhead in time with the goddess’ strange affliction. Her eyes glanced upward before returning to her comrade quickly.

"I-I resist my chaotic nature.. more than I should. I store away and ignore and hide my strength for fear of sending Earth back into complete chaos. There must be ba- balance.. But my magic builds up every few hundred years or so and,please my dear.. I haven’t got much time and I hate to have you see me in such a state but I..hah.."

A strange look was slowly coming over Eris, eyes glazed and far off. “When I hit my breaking point I must let go- one large bout of chaos instead of years of it. But I lose myself, become drunk with my own power.. I need you t-” Eris was trembling, nearing her time.

"Zeva..please, you have to stop me. Only a few moments, no more and you must stop me. Place me to sleep or knock me out, anything.. I will be in your debt, my friend."

demigods: our parents ignore us and use us as pawns
the gods: *looks at zeus*
zeus:
zeus:
zeus: i came out to have a good time and i'm honestly feeling so attacked right now
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Phobos put the little box in her temple with a card reading :

Happy mother’s day aunt Eris, although you are not my mother I feel like you have taught me a lot and guided me  and you deserve to be reminded that you are an extraordinary woman. Truth be told as a child I often wished  to be a lot like you.

-Phobos

It was late and the stars already glittered far over head when Eris returned to one of the monuments built to her name. The day had been long and weary yet the whisper of guests brought her to this temple in particular. It wasn’t long before she found the note and box neatly set upon the altar.

As the goddess read the note, her eyes widened in surprise and a smile curved her lips. “To think of it.. That someone would think so highly of me…” She took out the necklace gently and placing it upon her neck, admiring it happily.

Thank you, Phobos…

 

"Never." He reassured her by leaning down to kiss the top of her head and left her into his arms, they two now eye to eye. "When you’re truly in a family there is no choosing… . ."

He hesitated before answering her next question. “Loyalty is being there for the people you love no matter how bad things get - you never stop loving them. I am loyal to you and your mother, bear is loyal to you.” He gave her chest a gentle poke near her heart to emphasize his point. 

As she was lifted, Astrid grinned, holding her arms up and wiggling her legs at the thrill of being so far from the ground. But what her father said resonated with her in an odd and warm way. Her wide eyes wandered to her bear, thinking for a moment before giggling at his poke. 

"Even if I make you and momma mad?" It was evident the child was rethinking her outburst of earlier. "Oh, Bear is loyal to you too, daddy!" As she spoke, the stuffed animal suddenly swung upon his arm, moving up to reach Loki’s shoulder and giving it a soft hug. "He loves you too. He says so when we play."

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Now it all made sense. “Astrid… . you don’t have to choose one or the other because you aren’t one or the other.” And he would do everything he could to ensure she didn’t have to. “You’re special, the best parts of you mother and I, and you’ll do great things in the worlds.” With a heavy sigh he stood up and picked up the bear, snuffing out the embers on it and with a touch of Glam repairing it’s singed ears  - handing it back to her with a smile.

"You’re more special than you realize and that is why people ask you to choose, so they can claim the honor of having your loyalty but the only person I ever want you to be loyal to his yourself —your family." 

Her puffed out cheeks and furrowed brow began to relax as he spoke, her eyes following his every move and taking in his words carefully. She even cooperated and took the bear from him gently, her fingers gripping his paw as if to hold the teddy’s hand while her free one took hold of Loki’s own.

"So I don’t have to choose between you and mommy?" Astrid sniffled, still pouting but calm now. "What is loy-all-tea, daddy? Is it like being a prince or a princess? ‘Cause I wanna be a prince!"

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"Yes, well, we can’t banish people into random dimensions for being stupid. Were that the case I would have misplaced most of Asgard by now." Gently he removed the pillow completely. "Why don’t we stat with what she did to set you off in the first place?" What could a simple minded nanny from Strond have done to elicit Astrid’s anger like this?

"Life is full of choices, love. Frequently they suck but we have to make them anyway." 

"Ah-! Hmpf!" As he took the pillow, Astrid let out a small whine, reaching out for it for an instant with a concerned look in her eyes. Of all the things she’d destroyed and misplaced over the years, her pillow was the only one to survive and she had grown rather attached to it; her security device. But, not allowing him to see her weakness, she huffed and crossed her arms sourly before standing up and stomping her foot.

"I don’t want to make this choice! It’s not fair! It’s not fair, it’s not fair!” Her anger turned, misplaced toward her father now. “You and mommy told me I could be whatever I wanted! I wanna be Greek and Norse, I don’t wanna choose! Nngh-!” She gritted her teeth, turning around and kicking a small toy against the wall, watching as it set itself on fire.

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"You don’t need to, stay in here all you like. It doesn’t change what happened no matter how many pillows you cover your head in." Loki was often the softer and more lenient when it came to consequences. With years of poor parenting behind him this leniency was an improvement.

He sat on the edge of the girl’s bed and lifted a pillow to look into those green eyes, so much like his own. “Did you want to tell me what happened today?”

Stubbornly, the child held the pillow close, her fingers gripping the fabric tightly til Loki lifted it. He was not forceful nor demanding with her like her mother could be. After a moment, she sniffled, rolling over to hide her face.

"…That lady was stupid." Astrid spoke harshly, pouting and still trying to desperately hold onto the anger she’d exploded with before. "She can’t make me choose anything. I hope mama never finds her.."

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"Flustered?" It wasn’t funny but he laughed anyway. "I’ll talk to her… .have you found the sitter yet?" Loki could handle a lot of things, death threats, invasions, etc. But Astrid in a bad temper scared him. 

"…No, not yet," she grumbled, walking off with a serious gaze that read ‘good-luck.’ Astrid, at the moment, sat on her bed, fuming silently. Growing up quietly as they did was wonderful. And she loved both her home and family but as the child grew, so did her curiosity and power. Recently, she’d began to feel confined and frustrated, unable to properly express herself but through tantrums. Astrid heard the footsteps near and pulled her pillow over her head. "Go away! I’m never coming out!"

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