Episode Eighteen: Tricksters: Scene 17

I hadn’t forgotten, of course, about Monica’s problem. Or potential problem. Thruor didn’t even seem to think it was a problem.

Mortal perspectives. But understanding them mattered. I thought it did anyway.

The real issue was: Did I tell her? Which had somehow gotten tangled in my mind with dropping out to pursue modeling.

I was, after all, living with my girlfriend and trying to be an adult. That somehow felt incompatible with being in school.

At the same time, I knew what Mike would say. So, I took my dilemma to him. “I’ve got a modeling friend.”

Mike nodded. “What’s she like?”

I considered. “Loyal, to a fault. Hedonistic. She’s…a bit like Thruor, actually.”

“And…”

“And I have a premonition…no, more than that…that she’s going to die. As in soon. And possibly because she’s involved in stuff.”

“And knows, right?”

I nodded. “She knows everything. She’s got a little bit of magic sensitivity, it turns out.”

“So…she knows the risk?”

“It’s not a risk, though. It’s a certainty. I know she’s going to die. And I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t see it like Thruor can.”

“What would happen if you told her?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “She might stop helping me. She might get depressed. She might decide to take a road trip around the planet.”

Actually, that last seemed more in Monica’s style. A road trip around the planet. And appealing.

Mike laughed. “A road trip around the planet?”

“It would be in her style. But I don’t think I’m supposed to tell her. I don’t think we’re really supposed to…”

“…tell mortals these things.”

“Right. I mean, it’s not you, so it feels okay to talk to you about it. How would you feel?”

Mike considered. “Depends. I don’t…” A pause. “I don’t expect to die of old age. Not chasing around with Thruor.”

Who was a valkyrie and probably didn’t want her mortal friends dying of old age, come to think of it. “I think I understand Thruor’s perspective.”

And if Monica…oh… “Oh…” I added, suddenly.

My phone rang at that moment, interrupting the conversation with the tones of “Pretty Woman.”

I immediately blamed Odin.

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