Gods, Ethereal as they are, reproduce exactly the same way as their frail corporeal counterparts, though with a few small differences.
What is to humans an innocuous, repetitive, constantly occurring event, is to gods the single-most rare Cosmic Alignment of Fate and Order that can happen.
That is to say, a god's Death is far more Common than a god's Birth.
When a god is born, their niche, or Purview, of mortal life that they will command is decided, and for a period of a few decades, they feel the need to 'stretch their wings'.
This story begins when a god of Games is born, to the Norse god Loki and another, ironic god, Ullr the Allfather, the god of the Hunt, who was the original Norse god of Games.
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Caroline Skøll, a gargantuan farm-fed Texan Woman of 50 year's Young, proud mother of her children, (the Twins, as well as her many dozens of adopted or fostered children from around the world) who makes her living as a farmer and a Blacksmith, and has done so for 10 years, ever since she was 'retired' from her position as BUDS Training Command-Master-Chief Smythesson, after 23 long years of service.
Teagan Skøll, House-husband of 30 years, a Professor of Chemistry from Sweden, has two daughters, whom he is very proud of, and who, interchangeably with their younger siblings, he takes with him on his many 'adventures', (or guest-lectures in other countries.)
Thomas Skøll, female, 26, built exactly like her mother, at 6'8", named in the hope of at least one male twin, but mother was too stubborn to change it afterwards, currently following in her mother's footsteps as Blacksmith's Apprentice, and saving for Biochem School.
Cassidy Skøll, female, 26, Identical to (Younger by twelve minutes)Sister, served 8 years in USN as a Navy Seal EOD/Commander of the Team based in Cairo, and was Honorably Discharged after an IED in Northern Egypt took her Legs and Right Hand.
Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...