“Hey,” said Murph, arms wrapping around Odin from behind.
“Hey!” Odin hadn’t noticed Murph there in the kitchen, and he dropped the glass he was holding.
Murph’s hands were already there to catch it, and he sat it on the counter as he kissed Odin’s neck. “Hey,” he said again. “I had a feeling you might be horny, so I came to see if you were.”
“Mm,” Odin agreed, liking Murph’s hands on his mostly bare chest. “Yeah, I am, actually.”
Lionel was done pretending this was okay.
“There’s no time to summon Owen,” he said with a growl, leaning on the table. “Even if this letter gets through, by the time he arrives, it could be too late.”
Bandits had been plaguing Great Scar, his home, for the past few weeks now. They’d threatened harm if the townspeople tried to ask for help, and were too well armed to fight back against. Or at least they claimed to be—nobody had dared challenge them yet.
Decurion wanted to see Murph’s dads exponentiating dad jokes. Enjoy!
The first thing Odin noticed when he woke up was that his head hurt. The second thing he noticed was that lots of his other body parts hurt. The third thing he noticed was that his head hurt a lot.
“Ow,” Odin said, hearing his voice come out funnier than usual. He tried to sit up and failed. So instead he said “ow” again but more pitifully this time.
“Odin,” said a nice-sounding voice. Odin managed to open his eyes a little bit, and there was nice-looking Murph, sitting beside his bed. “Are you okay?”
atever they were going to do, so Odin always liked to be doing that in case someone new came into the Trapper’s Hunt, and it turned out to be the start of some grand quest where he could maybe be a supporting character. He’d been practicing his swordplay lately, so he thought he’d make a good adventurer, or maybe even a knight like his cousin was, according to his letters.
(Reposting the old Other Boys chapter as chapter 1 of this new story!)
Nikkie asked to see something with Murph in it, so here you go!
Bartenders in stories were always washing glasses behind the bar when the main characters came in to do whatever they were going to do, so Odin always liked to be doing that in case someone new came into the Trapper’s Hunt, and it turned out to be the start of some grand quest where he could maybe be a supporting character. He’d been practicing his swordplay lately, so he thought he’d make a good adventurer, or maybe even a knight like his cousin was, according to his letters.
Odin couldn’t really justify leaving his aunt and uncle to run the inn on their own even if they insisted he wasn’t beholden to them, though. But if there like, some kind of emergency that forced him to embark on a life of adventure that just coincidentally meant he had to sleep with a bunch of like, hot sorceresses or noble girls or something, that would be totally different.
So Odin liked to wash the glasses.
How Best to Use a Sword 