“You know that she's still adjusting to your penchant for calling her 'Mom,'” Thor chided his son.
“Mom,” I whispered again as another vision rose up in my mind.
Mommy! Please don't forget me!
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered as I covered my eyes; I was tearing up.
“Vervain?” Thor asked with horror as he slid an arm around me. “What is it, darling?”
“I remembered something,” I whispered.
“Vervain, perhaps you should give yourself some time to process,” Odin said hurriedly. “Sit down.”
“I'm okay,” I said but I sat down anyway. “I've just been having strange visions this morning.”
“Visions?” Ull asked; his stare going sharp. “What kind of visions?”
“I don't know,” I whispered. “But I just heard your voice, Ull. Except it wasn't your voice.”
“Ull? Your vision was about Ull?” Odin looked surprised and then relieved. “What did he say?”
“He begged me not to forget him,” I said as I stared at Ull. Suddenly, his eyes were in another face; a child's face. I started to cry again. “I'm sorry,” I sobbed. “I don't know why I'm crying.”
“I've been seeing things too,” Ull said as he sat beside me and took my hand. “I saw myself standing before me, and that other me was a dragon.”
“A dragon?” Thor asked with huge eyes. “What the hell is happening?”
“I don't know,” Odin mused, “but this feels wrong. Everything about this day feels wrong.”
“As if I'm in another person's life,” Morpheus added with a nod. “Do you think someone has enchanted us?”
“Toward what end?” Thor huffed. “Come on; we're gods. No one has enchanted us; we're all just tired and stressed over this situation with Hades.”
“Maybe,” I murmured as I glanced at Odin.
Odin slightly shook his head.
I stood abruptly, and everyone looked at me in surprise.
“I'm going to make us breakfast,” I declared as if it were a call to war. “You guys stay here and relax; I think we could all use some food in our bellies.”
“Thank you, darling,” Thor kissed my forehead and took a seat.
“I'll help you,” Odin offered. “I don't think you should be alone right now.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Thor said with a smile toward Odin.
I nodded absently and headed into the kitchen. Thor's kitchen was all stainless steel and modern appliances. I guess it was my kitchen too, but it didn't feel like it. I'd been meaning to add a few Vervain touches but all I'd done so far was put out my latte maker and a hanging basket for fruit. Now, I was in the massive, cold room with Thor's father and, ironically, it felt more like home.
“Am I Sabine?” I turned on Odin immediately.
Odin flinched and then his face sort of crumpled. He ran a hand tiredly over his eyes and swallowed roughly before answering.
“I believe so,” he whispered.
“Oh, this is so fucked up,” I groaned. “How long have you known?”
“I suspected it when we first met,” he admitted. “But I didn't know for certain until the wedding. When I saw you walking down the aisle toward my son, I also saw Sabine; walking toward me on our wedding day.”
