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Mike flew to Mikael’s house. He was going to get in there, wards be damned.
Mikael wanted a wedding, by the Gods, he was going to get one, even if it meant the wrath of Hades. Maybe he could bargain with him again. Maybe he could placate Hermes. Maybe…maybe…too many maybes. But first, he had to get into Mikael’s house.
He arrived at the garden outside of the library. The door was warded to the nines, but he was going to get through. He summoned dead creatures, shadows, runes, anything, and started pounding on the door. “Open the fucking door!” he yelled.
Mikael opened the door, as a couple of zombies fell inward. “Mike! You could have just knocked, you know.”
At the sight of his lover in his blood stained shirt, Mike gave a wordless cry and ran over the zombies, into Mikael’s arms. He grabbed his head and kissed him soundly, relief and worry in that kiss. “Oh, my love, my love, my love.”
“Is everything okay?” Mikael asked. “Are you okay? Is Scott okay?”
“You. I’ve been worrying about you.” He studied Mikael intently. “I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you everything. Even if it means the wrath of the Gods.”
Mikael looked confused. “I do not believe I know what you are talking about. You already give me so much.”
Mikael didn’t even know…his conscious mind didn’t realize…”Please,” said Mike, “Let’s sit down. I have something to tell you.”
After they sat with each other, with Mike sitting close to his lover, Mike began his story: “A while ago, I helped a boyfriend out by going to the Greek God of the Underworld and bargaining with him. Well, this attracted attention of other gods, namely, the Trickster God. He stole some items from the other gods and told me to make copies. So I did, and then he took the items and the copies and took off. He took the items and distributed them out into the world, and my copies he gave to the gods. They were not amused. I had to find the real items, which I did, in three days. The Trickster God, it seems, is going to cause trouble for me again. He knows I’m not in Greek Hell.”
Mikael said quietly, “That explains why…” Mike looked at him curiously. “, “I have been getting messages, Mike. Every time I even think about the wedding these messages spell out doom.”
Mike sighed. “I’m not allowed to take vows before the Gods. Then that will draw their attention to me. Then…I don’t know what will happen.”
“Then there is no choice? We must have a civil ceremony?”
Mike knew that the thought hurt him just as much as it hurt himself. He wanted the gods to know that Mikael was his, under his protection, and most of all, Mikael’s soul was happy because of him. He wanted the world to know, too. “Unless I placate the Trickster God. He’s the god of thieves and writers – maybe I’ll steal one of my own books.”
“Or a book that he values more,” said Mikael. “Just do not get into trouble.”
Mike shook his head. “I’m going to read up more on him, find out what he really wants.” He looked at Mikael, “Until then…”
They kissed again, and Mikael fell happily into Mike’s embrace.