He’s supposed to hate you, he’s supposed to hate everyone. He’s supposed to be reserved and cruel, so what was this? What were you two? He thought he was done with relationships, he thought he was done with these stupid school-boy feelings.

But watching you sit on the ground, drawing patterns in the hardwood as you intently listened to Mimir’s stories was doing something … foreign. No, no, this wasn’t supposed to happen. He’d been extra distant and disrespectful to you since the day you’d gotten here to prevent this!

He couldn’t. Not now. He retired to his bedroom, scolding himself on the edge of the bed. “You are a God.” He reminded himself, he couldn’t be… falling for you. Impossible! He was deep in thought until he heard his door creak open, it was you…