by C. Gockel
“Excellent. I’ll send the e-mail. See you then.”
“See you.” Emma waved cheerfully and turned back to me. “So. After dinner. You. Ull. Did you go back to his place?”
“Emma! No! It was our second date!”
“Victoria would have closed the deal in one.”
“She would do no such thing,” I argued.
“For a guy like Ull? Are you kidding? Anyone would. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” I sighed. “Okay, something I guess.” A lot of somethings. What was wrong with me?
“So, what happened?”
“We ate dinner. That hall is amazing by the way. All wood-paneled and hand-painted and everything.”
“Serious?” Emma took another drink of her latte. “I’ve never been in it. It’s not part of the regular tour. It’s just for banquets and events.”
“Oh.”
“Enough about the room. Did he kiss you?”
“Yes.” Thinking about it made me dizzy all over again.
“And?” Emma bounced on her toes.
“It was amazing. Everything you’d think a kiss from Ull Myhr would feel like. I literally forgot where I was. And then the tour guide came back all annoyed, and Ull said something like ‘we have all the time in the world’ and–”
“Oh my gosh!”
“I know, right? So after dinner, I figured we’d pick up from there and… we did. Sort of.”
“What do you mean ‘sort of’?”
“We drove out to this other castle that was built for one of the Marquesses that lived at the first castle.”
“Castell Coch,” Emma sighed. “So pretty.”
“It really is.”
“But it closes super early. How’d you get in there?”
“We didn’t go in, we just parked on the road and walked into the park.”
“But the guards?”
“I wondered the same thing,” I shrugged. “But you’ve met Ull. People don’t generally tell him no. Plus the guard was a girl, so that helped.”
“Okay, so your date flirted his way into the Castell Coch grounds after hours. What did you do?” Emma tugged at my arm.
“We… well…” I blushed.
“Yes?” she grinned.
“We totally kissed again. It was fantastic. He backed me up against this tree and he just…” What should I say? That he’d grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back so he could ravage my neck? That I’d had an uncharacteristic moment of indiscretion and let his mouth wander just south of my collar bone? That I had been strongly considering asking him to move an inch lower when another guard found us and made us leave?
“And he just what?” Emma was beside herself.
“And he just… kissed me. I can’t describe it.” I couldn’t. Not without turning five shades of red.
“Oh, Kristia,” Emma sighed.
“I know. But another guard told us we had to leave, so we got in Ull’s car. And he was really sweet and held my hand on the drive home and walked me to the door and everything. But then he just kissed me on the cheek and said good night and that was it. He didn’t try to come in. I didn’t ask him to.” I wasn’t a total slut.
“Well.” Emma chewed her lip. “Maybe he had an early morning. Or maybe he’s a gentleman and he didn’t want to steal your virtue.”
“He didn’t have to steal my virtue.” I blushed. “But another couple of kisses would have been okay.”
“I’m sure that’s coming. When are you going to see him again?”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “He didn’t ask me out again.”
“He will.” Emma finished her drink and tossed it in the trash.
“I hope so.” I heard a muffled ringing and dug around in my backpack until I found my phone. I checked the screen. “It’s him!”
“You still have a flip phone? Good Lord Kristia, join the twenty-first century.” Emma shook her head.
“Hello?” I stuck out my tongue at my iPhone-toting flatmate and answered Ull’s call.
“Hei hei Kristia.”
“Hi Ull,” I breathed. Emma did a poor job of hiding her laughter.
“I like your sweater. That color looks nice with your hair.”
I spun around and saw him across the quad. He sat on a bench, his ankle resting on a knee. One hand held his phone while the other arm stretched lightly along the back of the bench. He was the epitome of relaxed. A slow smile spread across his face as he stood and pushed a button to end the call. As he walked towards me, my insides turned soft.
“I cannot believe you got to kiss that.” Emma followed my stare.
“Shh.” I elbowed her in the side. “He might hear you!”
“So?” She rubbed her ribs.
“Kristia.” Ull pulled me into a hug once he’d crossed the quad. “What a nice surprise.”
“Hi.” I tried not to throw myself at him in a desperate attempt to relive the best moment of my life. All the time in the world, all the time in the world. “Ull, this is my roommate Emma.”
“We had a class together last year. You probably don’t remember me–” Emma babbled.
“Emma. How nice to see you again. You study math, correct?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.” Emma flipped her hair and stared adoringly. At least I wasn’t the only one who forgot their sense around Ull.
“Emma, may I steal your flatmate for a few minutes?”
“Of course.” she giggled again. “See you at home, K.”
“See you.” I waved. I turned to Ull. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“My class just let out.” Ull jutted his chin towards the humanities building. “But I did not think you had classes on Mondays.”
“I don’t. Archaeology study group.”
“How was that?”
“Fun. I’ve never taken anything like it, so some of the material is a little over my head. But I’m enjoying it. Professor Copp is a great teacher.”
“I’ve heard good things about her. I think Gunnar took one of her classes.”
“Gunnar?” I sipped my tea. Great name.
“My best friend.”
“Ah. How’d you guys meet?” I wanted to know everything about Ull.
“We met in primary school. My mom had just married Thor and I was the new kid. Gunnar was the first to be nice to me.”
“Your stepdad’s named Thor? Like God of Thunder Thor? Who names their kid that?” I shook my head.
“Uh, right.” Ull became very interested in his shoe. “Crazy parents, you know.”
Immediately I felt dumb. Thor had nothing on Ull in the tough name department. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. That’s probably a really popular name where you’re from.”
“Yes, very popular,” Ull spoke quickly. “There are lots of men named Thor, does not mean they have any relation to the Thor. They are just normal men. Not gods at all.”
“O-kay.” That was a weird reaction. Either something was up or he really did have an early morning. I shifted my tea to my other hand. “So how long did you say you’ve known Gunnar?”
“About eight hundred years.”
“Excuse me?” I paused mid sip.
“You know,” Ull tugged at his sweater. “I mean it feels like eight hundred years. Because we live together, and we get on each other’s nerves and all.”
What was going on? “Are you feeling all right?”
“Yes. Feeling fine. Just tired – you kept me out late.” Ull treated me to a rakish grin, and I forgot all about this strange conversation. The only thing I could think about was the way his lips curved up in a smile. And what I wanted those lips to be doing right now.
“I think you could use a cup of coffee. My treat,” I offered.
“Thank you Kristia, but I have to meet a professor in five minutes.” Ull checked his watch. “May I call you this evening?”
“Any time.” I hoped I didn’t sound too desperate.
“Excellent.” He bent to kiss my cheek. My knees b
uckled and he caught me. “We can make plans for this weekend.”
“I can’t wait.” I watched his denim-clad backside make its way across the quad, and I hugged myself. The weekend couldn’t come fast enough.
Chapter 6
The evening came and went, and I didn’t hear from Ull. He didn’t show up to Mythology on Tuesday either. At first I was worried. I tried calling him, but his voicemail was turned off – and I didn’t have his home number. I didn’t know where he lived, so I couldn’t stop by to make sure he was okay. Not that I would have; he didn’t need to know how obsessed I’d become.
But a few days passed, and I started to think Ull might not be sick at all – what if he was avoiding me? He knew how to reach me if he wanted to see me again. And my phone was silent. Ugh, I was so naïve. Ull told me what I wanted to hear to get what he wanted. He’d been a jerk for a whole week, and when he’d needed to borrow my notes, he suddenly got all nice. Then he made out with me in a couple of castles and just disappeared. How did I not see this coming?
The unavoidable truth hit me in full force on Thursday morning. Ull got to know me and he just wasn’t that into me. I might not have known a whole lot about dating, but I did know he’d have called by now if he wanted to. There was no way around it. I’d opened myself up to a guy I barely knew, and he didn’t like me back. Humiliation washed over me in waves.
The problem was that Ull wasn’t the kind of guy you could just stop thinking about. Spending time with Nice Ull had been pretty fantastic. And now that I knew how great he could be, how was I going to go back to just ignoring him around campus?
I was going to have to cancel my pity party if I didn’t want to flunk out of Cardiff. My first class of the day was Mythology, and it started in less than an hour. “Of course,” I moaned, indulging in one last moment of misery.
Mythology. He would be there. I briefly contemplated staying in bed, but the semester was long and I couldn’t avoid him forever. It wasn’t like I’d fallen in love or anything. Besides, Mormor hadn’t raised me to get all wrapped up in a guy. With a groan, I rolled out of bed and took extra care getting ready.
I used almost all of the products in my new Clinique bag, from tinted moisturizer to lash curling mascara. With great care, I utilized the big and the small barreled curling irons and teased my hair into the style from the back cover of Victoria’s fashion magazine. There was no point in looking as pathetic as I felt.
It took tremendous effort not to drag my feet as I walked to class, and I slunk into the lecture hall and hid behind my perfectly curled hair. I permitted myself a glance towards his usual seat, but it was empty again. With a sigh, I headed to my row. Henry was waiting.
“Kristia.” He nodded.
“Henry.” I nodded back, not having the energy to fake a good mood. Thankfully, he was an easy seatmate.
“You look nice today. Going somewhere after class?”
“Nope. Unless you want to get a cup of tea.” I booted up my laptop.
“Rough morning?” Henry typed the date.
“You have no idea.”
“Well then, tea’s on me.” He patted my forearm, a brotherly gesture.
“Thanks, Henry.”
“Don’t mention it. Hey, do you think you could e-mail me your notes from Tuesday? I accidentally deleted part of the lecture on Jotunheim.”
“Sure.” I tried not to think about the last guy I’d shared my notes with. Look where that had landed me.
“Good morning, class,” Professor Carnicke took the podium, her sandy hair swinging behind her. “Let’s begin. On Tuesday, we talked about Jotunheim. Asgard had enemies in almost every realm. These enemies worked together to defeat the gods at Ragnarok, but each realm also launched regular attacks on Asgard.
“The gods were divine – giants, dwarves, and dark elves wanted to see them fall. So Odin developed an intricate series of defenses to preserve his world. Today we’re going to discuss the Warriors of Asgard and how they relate to Odin’s bloodline. As heirs to the realm, Thor, Sif and their descendants played a vital role in Norse myths.”
“Try to pay attention today, Henry,” I whispered. “I don’t want to have to tell Emma you mooched notes off me all semester.”
“Hardee har har.”
“Okay. Odin established several lines to defend against Ragnarok. The Valkyries of Valhalla trained the front line. This all-female army rode winged horses to collect fallen, human soldiers from the battlefield. They brought them back to Asgard, and taught them to fight for Odin.
“But Odin knew the Valkyries were not enough. While they trained soldiers for Ragnarok, someone had to handle the day-to-day attacks on the realm. The Warriors of Asgard were Odin’s preemptive line. They traveled throughout the realms, eliminating threats as they arose. When Odin got word of a Fire Giant uprising, he dispatched his Warriors to Muspelheim. When the Dark Elves found a way to breach Asgard, the Warriors were sent to Svartalfheim to dispose of the conspirators. Odin was unsympathetic and unforgiving – any threat to Asgard was a capital offense, and the Warriors had orders to kill anyone involved.”
“Sounds kind of harsh,” I whispered to Henry.
“Not really.” He shrugged. “If your death was prophesied, wouldn’t you kill first, and ask questions later?”
Maybe.
“Odin’s son, Thor, had a special connection to the Warriors. The God of Thunder used his hammer, Mjölnir, and his belt, Megingjörd, to literally crush his enemies. And he worked closely with the Warriors to train them for battle. That’s how he came to meet a warrior named Sif, who also happened to be the Goddess of Beauty. He married her and adopted her son, Ullr.” She wrote the name on the board.
Ullr. Just one letter off from Ull. Even when I wasn’t thinking about him he managed to creep into my day. Jerk.
“You okay?” Henry shot me a look.
“Sure. Why?”
“You’re typing really loud. You’re going to break your keyboard.”
Oops.
“Little is known about Ullr, though based on the number of sites throughout Scandinavia bearing his name, he must have played a vital role in early Norse cultures. It is believed his father was a warrior who died in battle. And on becoming Thor’s stepson, Ullr became a titled god – God of Winter.”
What had she just said? I scanned my notes, reading back Professor Carnicke’s words. Thor’s stepson, Ullr… God of Winter. A deity with a stepdad named Thor going by the name of Ullr… or Ull.
It couldn’t be possible. Could it?
I wasn’t going to get an answer any time soon. Ull never did show up to class, and I didn’t see him around campus the rest of the day, either. Usually, I caught a glimpse of him getting tea between classes, or heading through the east door of the library in the early afternoon. I didn’t know his schedule or anything, but he stood out; it was hard not to notice him.
I did a good job of going through the motions the rest of the week without thinking too much about whether I’d kissed a real life god. I went to classes, smiled at Emma’s jokes, even went out for ice cream with my flatmates. By Friday afternoon, I still hadn’t seen Ull around campus, and my curiosity got the best of me.
Since pride goeth before the fall of the world’s most useless psychic, I decided to swallow what little I had left and call him. The least he could do was tell me that he wasn’t into me. I braced myself as I dialed his mobile. One ring, two. I could hang up now and spare myself any more embarrassment. Three rings, four. Oh, right. Stupid caller ID would out me even if I hung up now. Five rings. Then a click, as the call was forwarded to Ull’s voicemail.
So he’d turned it on. My palms got all sweaty at the velvety sound of his voice. The outgoing message said he’d gone out of town for a while, and would check his messages periodically. Was the idea of a third date so awful that he’d run away?
The short beep caught me off guard. “Uh, hi Ull. I just wanted to say, um… hi, since you know, I haven’t heard from you… about g
etting together this weekend.” Oh, good heavens. Of course he knew that. “I mean, I’m sure you’re busy, and I understand if you, uh, don’t want to call.” Stop. Talking. NOW. “But you weren’t in class, and, well, I, uh, just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I mean, I’m sure you’re okay. You probably just, um… yeah. Talk to you later.” I banged my head against the wall. Thankfully, I’d stopped babbling before I could tell him I really wanted to make out again. I had some dignity.
Adding insult to the injury that was my day, my Ragnarok nightmare came back that night.
As I stood in a field of English lavender, Ull suddenly appeared at my side. He didn’t acknowledge me. His eyes were focused on the horizon, waiting for attack. I was so surprised to see him that I forgot all about the snake and the wolf, who were bent on killing us.
“What, now you decide to show up? Where have you been for the last week? You couldn’t pick up the phone to let me know you were okay?”
Ull’s eyes flickered towards mine without a hint of remorse. “I was protecting you.”
“From what?” I glared at him while the snake wove a path through the purple field.
“From this. All of this,” Ull gestured around the field, his eyes coming to rest on the enormous wolf circling us. “You have no idea what you are getting into.”
That was all he had to say. Everything turned red. I was so full of anger – anger at Ull for dumping me, anger at myself for caring. Anger that I was letting some guy take my focus off my amazing European adventure.
“Well thanks a lot Viking, but you know what? I’ve got this covered.” My rage boiled over and I grabbed a sharp stick that was sitting on the ground, clenching it in my fists and looking for something to kill. The snake came first, standing on its tail and bearing its fangs as it prepared to strike. But I was faster, slamming the stick into its body and impaling the creature that’d killed me hundreds of times before. It froze mid-strike, shock on its reptilian features before it fell limp at my feet. Ull took a step back, obviously caught off guard.
“Not so helpless after all, am I, Mr. Perfect?” My hand twitched as the wolf circled slowly, intent on avenging its friend. It was no match for my pent up anger. The rage built again and I charged for the animal, staking its eye and making it cry out. It ran into the darkness, yelping all the way. For the first time ever, I had won. And I’d done it on my own.
