"So, let me get this straight," Axl said, gesturing vaguely at the flickering lightbulbs. "I’m not just 'Axl with a bad attitude.' I’m Odin?"
Mike nodded, his arms crossed. "The All-Father. Though, at the moment, you're more like the 'All-Stumbler.' It’s the family curse, Axl. Or a gift, depending on how you look at it." "So, let me get this straight," Axl said,
He looked up at Mike, a grin finally spreading across his face—one that was both reckless and divine. "Well, then. Since I'm the All-Father... who's buying the next round?" Though, at the moment, you're more like the 'All-Stumbler
In the show, Axl discovers on his 21st birthday that he and his brothers are actually reincarnations of Norse Gods. Axl is the reincarnation of , the All-Father. Here is a short story inspired by that premise: Since I'm the All-Father
Axl looked down at his hands. He didn't feel like a god. He felt like a guy who worked construction and forgot to pay his phone bill. But as he looked at the wooden table in front of him, he felt a strange, electric hum vibrating in his palms. He focused, just for a second, and the wood grain seemed to glow with a faint, ancient light. "And the rest of you?" Axl asked.
Axl let out a dry, disbelieving laugh. He looked at the half-empty glass on the table and flicked his fingers. The glass didn't just slide; it shattered into a thousand sparkling diamonds before reforming into a perfect, glowing sphere of water.
The air in the flat was thick with the smell of stale beer and cheap pizza—the universal scent of a 21st birthday in Auckland. Axl stood in the center of the room, his head ringing with more than just a hangover. His older brother, Mike, stood across from him, looking uncharacteristically serious.