[Another Johnson Accidental Audio Post]

[justwonthegame]

[Someone is muttering into their device intermittently in a New Zealand accent.]

Come on…..answer your bloody phone, Axl. … Pick up… Ugh, come on! As if this day couldn't get more shit.

[A pause. Mike is holding his phone away from his face and looking at it, and the reason you can tell, is he’s pressed a button and switched the video on. He frowns at the screen, and ends up talking quietly to his phone.]

What the hell are you doing?

[He turns the phone off. A few minutes later, a text message goes up on the Network.]

Axl if this is your phone I’m reaching I’ve got no idea where the hell I am. Call me back and pass the phone to Olaf.

Don’t tell him to text me back.

Don’t tell him to read this.

Shit. And tell him it's already on.

Are you all ok?

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[asofwar]

Especially that part. I do not have children - and I am not wed to Thor.

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[justwonthegame]

Thank god. I thought I might have to question your judgment.

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[asofwar]

You follow him to Midgard once in your youth, and suddenly bards sing of your wedlock.

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[justwonthegame]

Things never change, apparently.

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[asofwar]

So, how can you be a mortal yet a god at the same time?

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[justwonthegame]

Mm, I never said that, did I? I think I might need more proof of you being Sif than just your say so. Fair's fair.

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[asofwar]

I do not think I should be the one being tested here.

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[justwonthegame]

Alright. I'll show you something first, and then it'll be your turn. Ullr. God of the Hunt. Don't tell me where you are. I'm hunting you down.

[He scouts the air, sensing, and then he's off, running.]

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[asofwar]

[Now he's just showing off isn't he?]

Metaphorically, I would hope.

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[justwonthegame]

[He is entirely showing off. He stops a moment, to catch his breath, so that he's only a little breathless when he answers her. He's been hunting more things, this year. He's more in shape.]

Of course.

[And however long it takes, yep, here he is, he's totally found Sif.]

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[asofwar]

[It's a good thing - a lucky thing - that she's at least been privvy to his voice (and looks?), or else that would've just been one random guy stopping in front of her and saying 'of course'.

So, good thing. Because she is impressed.]

Should I have given chase?

[justwonthegame]

[Why not. And looks.]

I'm a god of the hunt, not a god of the hunted. But I still would have found you, if you'd run. I think it's your turn.

[asofwar]

Are you expecting some display of special powers?

[justwonthegame]

I'm expecting some sort of proof that you're a goddess.

[asofwar]

I will not start a war because you want proof.

[justwonthegame]

[....right, a full-fledged goddess. This takes the wind out of Mike's sails a little bit.]

You don't have anything...less...huge?

[asofwar]

I have weapons, but many have weapons here. I have my word, as shieldmaiden of Asgard - none have that, believe me.

[justwonthegame]

[All the wind, and smugness, totally gone. Mike just looks kind of bemused.] I'm used to goddesses having a sort of...easily demonstrable power. I think we're probably different kinds. You're probably just fine leaving Asgard.

[asofwar]

[Cracks a small smile. Oh yeah, she's something else. You might say.] I believe we yield from different worlds. Though they may seem the same.

When did you leave Asgard again?