Week Fifteen: Scourges of the North Part Two

Scourges of the North

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The Enchanted World

 Water Spirits

  As frustrated as Mikey was, he couldn’t bear any more tension. Spinning around, Mikey’s line of vision traveled from directly in front of him to a huge water mythical creature that emerged from the water and still was emerging. Furious, Mikey resorted to his trueself and roared so loud and harsh that it turned into a screech. Covering their ears, the crewmates grabbed onto the first available threshold.

  Do not consume yourself with power, young one. The Goddess of Wisdom warned. Do not lose the intelligence you bear.

  Mikey ignored her in annoyance. Taking flight, the water wyvern snarled and bared it’s aquatic flames.

  “You dare challenge the Goddess Rán?”! The Wyvern spoke clearly.

  “With the power of a God and Goddess on my side I don’t care who you are!” Mikey declared. “You’re nothing more than a wave that’ll come crashing down!” He exclaimed.

  Mikey could feel the astonishment in the Goddess of Wisdom. Smiling, Mikey continued.

  “You may be Goddess of ‘no relationship status’ but let me tell you.” He began to laugh at his own joke. “I have the ability to use acid and be around a man longer than you’ve ever!” He exclaimed.

  By Gods. You are not… Goddess Vör commented.

  Roaring back, The Goddess growled. “How dare you insult me, mortal!”

  “Already been called that!” Mikey grinned. This time he could feel the chuckle of the Sea God.

  “Besides, I bet even the Greek Gods would laugh at your pathetic deeds!” He yelled.

  Colossal waves emerged from the North Sea. Laughing, Mikey flew away from the boat. “As if some water’s going to hurt me!” He yelled. “Who are they? Your daughters who can’t seem to get a proper date either?”!

  As he speed off, Mikey somehow calculated the waves. Nine.

  Those were her… The Goddess Vör replied with disdain.

  Really? Mikey replied, astonished that he wasn’t lying to the Goddess.

  Now! Exclaimed Mikey baffling the Goddess of Wisdom. Realization hitting, Vör began to giggle as a Tsunami shadowed the water imitation of a Wyvern and the nine colossal waves.  

  You manage to plan with the Ægir?! Vör exclaimed joyfully. That is one risky maneuver.

  Mikey smiled as he shot upwards. Above him was a net, casted out by the Goddess Rán to capture her prey.  Blasting the rope with his acidic breath he burned through the lines and continued skyward.

  I bless you with the knowledge of flight. The Goddess of Wisdom whispered in Mikey’s ear. If it weren’t for the concentration he would have retorted. However, as he sky rocketed past the clouds he realized how big the tsunami was. On a scale of one to ten this had to be the definition of one hundred.

  Are you trying to kill everyone?! He screamed at the God of the Sea.

  YOU WANTED ME TO DEVOUR THEM AND CURSE THEM TO NEVER SEE THE LIGHT AGAIN. AN ENTERNAL DARKNESS IN BENEATH THE SEA! Aegir responded. I GRANTED YOUR WISH FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT AND YOUR PROMISE TO SERVE ME.

  Mikey sighed. Yea I know but I wanted you to keep the sailors safe!

 THEY ARE. The God replied. NOW KEEP MOVING. The God instructed. YOU’RE STILL IN THE WAY.

 By Gods. You sure are annoying. Mikey smiled.

 MORTAL!  Aegir screamed, forcing the Tsunami to crash down.  Panicked to see that was actually still in the way, he looked up at the crashing water. Ready to strike his evaporating death, a water formed hand grasped him and forced suppressed him. He could feel himself be thrown out and away from the Tsunami with magnificent force.

  YOU ARE LUCKY TO BE YOUNG AND RECKLACE. Yelled Aegir. BECAUSE OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE CASTED YOU AS WELL INTO ENTERNAL DARKNESS.

  As Mikey emerged out of the water and spread his wings to catch himself he began to laugh unconditionally.

  MORTAL. DO NOT LAUGH AT DEATH! Aegir shook his head. Continuing to laugh and fly aimlessly, Mikey couldn’t find it in himself to stop.

  Catching his breath, Mikey continued to laugh as he found the ship and landed.

  ÆGIR IS CONFUSED TO WHY MORTAL CONTINUE TO LAUGH. Aegir questioned trying to sound not as intimidating.

  “Because.” Mikey said between laughs, receive weird looks for the crewmates. “Thou anger is funny.” Mikey wiped the tears from his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in my life.” He smiled.

  Muffled screams could be heard from afar. By the time Mikey had stopped laughing, the Captain and other crewmates had congratulated and thanked him for his service. Mikey shrugged them off and bowed.

  “It’s no problem really.” Mikey smirked, receiving an embrace from the navigator that once hated him for letting him live.

  “Stay awhile would you?” Exclaimed the navigator. “Have some whiskey!” He offered.

  Mikey smiled. “I’m only thirteen. It’s okay.” She shrugged.

  Water swirling around him, a man appearing to be in his forties  emerged and slapped Mikey on the back.

  “Ouch!” Mikey growled observing the man without a shirt and Caches.

 “Ægir?” Mikey glared but soon smiled as the man snatched the Akevitt away from the navigator’s hands.
  "Akevitt to Mikey. “You will make it home safe. For now, party with us. You have two hours till sunrise.”
  Staring at the bottle, Mikey’s stomach flipped.
  “The…whole…” He gulped. “thing…?”
  The laughing about silenced and everyone faced him.
  “Skål!” The God laughed and knocked Mikey’s arm.
  Staggering, Mikey shook his head. “For a God, you’re crazy too.” He shook his head.
  Ægir laughed as he opened the bottle for Mikey. “Do you know what Skål means in Norway?”
  Mikey shook his head. “Somehow. When you said that it didn’t automatically translate for me.” He shrugged, about to put the bottle to his lips.
  “It means good wishes.” The God of the Sea laughed, shaking his head to Mikey’s approach. “You don’t sip whiskey, son. You take it like a man.” He replied putting his own bottle to his lips and letting some of the whiskey run down the side of his mouth. Mikey watched, wide eyed as the God of the Sea tossed the empty bottle to the side.
  “Is that all?”! He yelled. “Toss me ‘nother would ya’?”! He exclaimed.
  Mikey shook his head. “I can’t.” He muttered tasting the smell.
  “OH FOR GODS SAKES.” Exclaimed the Sea God. “Drink lad!” He said, forcing the bottle to Mikey’s lips.
  Tearing it away from his lips, Mikey held his stomach with one hand and the bottle with the other.
  “Bleh!” He exclaimed feeling the murderous burning sensation in the back of his throat.
  “Ægir?” He questioned after he finally managed to stand the pain.

  “Sadly, I’m only mortal.” He muttered, looking at the damage he had done to the bottle. Only one sixth had been chugged in that process of denial.

  Ægir laughed. “And my wife is Rán and those were my daughters I sent to deepest chambers of the sea.” He smiled.

  Mikey’s eyes widened. “What. No.” He exclaimed.

  “For someone who can insult my wife, even with ignorance, I will grant you one day of life.” He grinned. “You will have to serve her to make up for your deeds however.” The Norse God laughed, ruffling Mikey’s hair.

  Glancing at the bottle, Mikey gulped and closed his eyes, tilting his head back to take another swig.

  Ægir bellowed in laughed. “That’s the spirit my boy!”