Story #4

As disasters went, it was not a success. Thor looked at the playing board mournfully while Wotan tittered.
"That's your move, it it then?" Hermes asked through a rather large grin.
Thor scowled. "Shut up!" he declared, "This is a stupid game anyway. Why can't we play something like 'belt the bastard over the head with a hammer' like i'm good at?"

"Because we're having an evening of culture, that's why," Fate told him in between sips of wine, "I'll admit that it does lack a certain something..."

"...like a point..."
"...but it's what all of the other gods are doing these days."
There was silence for a while, then Hermes spoke. "By 'other gods', I assume you mean Yahweh?"
"Yes," Fate grimaced, "and he's got almost the whole board to himself."
"That's because he split himself into 3 just to have someone to play against!" Hermes protested.
A thoughtful Thor hefted his hammer in A Meaningful Way. "Right," he declared, and left the room to an awkward silence. Then Minerva entered with a tray of home-baked cookies which she proffered around.

"Fate," she asked, "would you like one?"
"Ooh, don't tempt me."