"Pursuing literary endeavors these days, Freyr?" I ask as I approach him.

He pulls his glasses down his nose some and peers over the rims at me. That particular look of his could seduce any woman in an instant. His blue eyes pierce the soul.

"I have little else to endeavor in these days. I find myself quite bored without the pleasure of my sister's company. But, I know you have been busy. How was your night with Heimdall?" he asks easily enough, yet I do detect a tiny tone of jealousy in his voice.

"It was nice." I lean over, kiss his cheek and whisper into his ear, "But nothing can ever make me forget our nights together."

He smiles knowingly as I stand back up.

"Now I must face Odin."

"Oh, how I wish I could be a fly on the wall for that event. I may just have to make my way into the restaurant and casually have a seat at the bar, assuming you are meeting him there."

"You are wicked, Brother. That is precisely where I am headed. Why don't we make our way together?"

He closes his book, puts away his reading glasses, stands and offers me his arm.

"Remind me again which one of us is the wicked sibling," Freyr says with a chuckle.

We walk into the restaurant and I leave my brother at the bar. Looking around, I see Odin has already taken a table for us and, naturally, it is the best one in the house. With a deep sigh, I make my way over to face the music.