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wasn't the first time I'd stupidly run
into Thor down on Earth – though this was the first time I’d
literally run into him. He was always the same – though depending
on which god he was, he'd be dressed differently. The man – the god
– behind the guise was always the same. Zeus tended to swan around
– hilariously – in a white set of pants and a polo shirt like some
sort of Greek yachting tycoon. Jupiter would wear an impeccable
black suit with a simple gold chain around his neck like an
oily-haired Italian mob boss.
    Thor was the most sedate of the forms:
jeans, a T-shirt, and big boots.
    “ Details,” Thor tipped his head
back, the dying rays of the sun glinting off his hair, “You are
staring. And staring does not win battles – only action does. If
you are going to follow up on your pathetic attack, I suggest you
do more than blink at me.”
    “ Thor, stop it,” I said
firmly. I sucked in a quick breath when I realized what I’d
done.
    A grin spread across his face. “Isn't that
breaking a rule, Details?”
    I groaned. I’d broken a rule, he was
right. It wasn't such an important rule, but it was one
nonetheless. You were not meant to draw any attention to an
under-disguise god while on Earth, which included not using their
real name. The people around me were hardly going to pick up on it
– they would assume it was a fun and appropriate nickname for the
Nordic giant with the golden beard and flowing hair – but it was
still not something I was meant to do.
    Thor could get away with calling me Details
because it wasn't my name.
    “ Will they take away your
job for this?” Thor said with a wide and victorious
smile.
    I dearly wanted to smack the blighter in the
face, though I'd have to run into a café and get a stool to help me
reach high enough. “I will be reprimanded,” I replied. “If you are
done pretending I’m trying to engage you in glorious battle on a
quiet city street – I have things to do.”
    Thor considered me, and I could tell he was
dreaming up insults. “Things to do? You mean go home to feed your
cat, correct?”
    I glared at him.
    “ Details, what an exciting life
you live. A small house without any battlements, turrets, secret
treasure rooms, or warriors. Instead of a mighty white steed, you
have a small meowing creature that smells of fish. You are a credit
to your kind.” Thor kept his arms crossed but looked pleased – at
himself. He smiled in that private way people do when they are
sharing a joke with their best buddy, Ego.
    “ Fine,” I said firmly, not
wanting to be drawn into this conversation. Yes, I was aware that
when Thor wasn't being Janus, Urs, or Sven – or whatever normal
human name he had adopted this time – he was living out his time in
Asgard or Olympus. Me, when I wasn't in the office, I was in a
simple cottage with only one measly space-time rift and one
un-horse-like cat.
    “ Don't tell me, you have an
exciting night planned eating a plain dinner, sitting on a plain
chair, and reading a plain book.” Thor chuckled to
himself.
    I was growing less and less patient with
this conversation. I dearly wanted to pick Thor up, roll him into a
ball, and throw him into the rubbish. Fat chance though.
    “ Details, what a boring life
you lead,” he noted again, tone far colder. “You shun your own kind
for the comfort of a weather report.”
    His words cut sharper than they usually
did, that, or what he was saying resonated more closely this
time.
    I didn't shun my own kind. I was a goddess,
and day-in day-out I dealt with other gods and goddesses. While I
might not frequent any of the god bars or other divine gathering
places, I didn't shun the others. I led a quiet life of solitude –
not drunken parties and debauchery.
    I backed off. “Good bye,” I said curtly and
made to walk around the Nordic giant.
    Thor snorted but didn't stop me.
    As I walked past him, I could feel his
eyes on me. For someone who lost herself in the details, I had