“Are you insane?!” Menrva asked the Norse god furiously, while he stood there with a cocky attitude.
“I knew you were trash!” Tania shouted from the stands, and Ana and Rodrigo had to stop her to keep the goddess from going down there to hit him.
“Yuum Loki, I understand your frustration… I feel the same,” Tul said, “but I can’t give up yet.”
The goddess’s eyes were red from crying so much, not only because of the failure of losing in such a way, but also because the Zacateco people had defiled a sport she herself considered sacred.
“Do whatever you want, Loki,” Freyja replied. “In the end, you’ll never change, you selfish piece of shit.”
At that moment, Loki gave Freyja the goalkeeper’s headdress.
“Listen, tit-brain. If I’m quitting, it’s because I’ve got a plan to win, but I need you to be the goalkeeper for it,” Loki said angrily while looking at the Norse goddess with disappointment.
“That’s impossible! We’re losing by nine points!” Freyja replied in frustration.
Then Loki pointed at the ring.
“If we score a perfect shot through that ring, we win the game. No argument,” the Norse god said.
“Are you joking? If we miss that shot, we lose points and make our rivals win,” Menrva replied.
“Yuum Loki, without our divine powers, it’ll be almost impossible for us to make such a perfect shot,” Tul answered. “Getting the ball through that ring is as rare as an eclipse.”
“Do you think I was just standing there taking hits from that rubber ball?” Loki asked with a cocky look.
“I calculated how to make that shot. That’s where I need the three of you to work as a team,” he said.
Menrva looked at him with intrigue.
“All right, Loki. Give us the strategy,” she said.
Loki approached the goddesses and told them his plan in a low voice. They blushed and shook their heads in denial.
“You are sick!” Menrva said in frustration.
“How did you even come up with something like that?” Freyja asked angrily. “What do you think I am? Some walkin’ sex object?”
“Well, that’s basically what a fertility goddess does,” Loki replied cynically.
“Well… I think we don’t have any options, ch’úupalob Menrva and Freyja,” Tul replied, embarrassed. “It sounds bad, but I’m willing to do anything right now.”
“All right, Loki. We will do it,” Menrva replied. “But remember one thing: if this fails, I will decapitate you myself before those people do,” she warned.
“Very well, Etruscan beauty,” the Norse god replied, and then he jumped out of the playing field. The crowd mocked him and called him a coward, though the god did not understand their language.
“Is that legal?” Freyja asked Tul, confused.
“Yes, it is, but playing that way is a great risk because you leave your zone unprotected,” Tul replied.
Freyja then put on the blue headdress and said:
“Go on, then.”
The three goddesses took their positions again while the referee threw the ball to them, since it was their turn.
Tul and Menrva advanced while bouncing the ball until they reached the narrow zone of the playing field.
“You must position yourself exactly here, Etruscan beauty,” Menrva remembered Loki’s instructions, and she remained still right at the entrance of the narrow zone, while Tul continued advancing with the ball.
Two men threw themselves toward the rabbit goddess, but she jumped onto the wall of the stage and avoided them, while throwing the ball high into the sky with her knee.
The men then tried to look up at the ball, when suddenly Freyja uncovered her breasts. The men could not help losing focus at that moment, including the referee.
Using the exact interval between the players’ distraction and the precise glare of the sun, Tul bounced the ball with her hip and threw it to Menrva, who caught it with her knee and bounced it backward. The men, unable to see where the ball was, grew furious and tried to attack the Etruscan goddess.
But Freyja, who had run right behind the Etruscan goddess, jumped over the men and struck the ball with all her strength using her breasts, right over the position where Menrva stood. A perfectly elliptical shot emerged from her attack, and like a comet, it entered the ring perfectly.
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“That hurt!” Freyja shouted in frustration while clutching her breasts. However, despite the Norse goddess’s nudity, no one could say anything when everyone saw that the perfect shot had ended the game.
Orniskem had won.
The people were left speechless as they watched their players lose to three goddesses who had everything stacked against them.
The referee, still in shock after witnessing a shot that almost never happened, quickly tried to make the group lose.
“The ball struck the ring, so they lose two points!” he shouted.
But the people remained in ecstasy after seeing something that almost never happened and that, supposedly, only gods could do. Yet these goddesses had their powers restrained, and their shots were as limited as those of any human.
“No, Lord Referee! Victory belongs to the three goddesses!” Huitzilopochtli shouted, standing up from his seat again.
At that moment, the people began applauding the goddesses. They had won in a way that had not been seen in many centuries.
“Do not dare grant them victory!” Xólotl shouted furiously at the referee, but the people continued cheering the three goddesses while Freyja covered her breasts again with the band.
Loki had given them the points where they had to position themselves, the strength they had to use, and the amount of time they needed for each shot. The god had calculated that entire strategy with his knowledge of mathematics and physics. And there was no shot that could defy the rules of science.
Seeing the people’s enthusiasm for the three goddesses who had given everything, Xólotl lowered his head in defeat.
At that moment, Freyja jumped, and she struck the man who had slapped her buttocks in the face, knocking out two of his teeth with the impact.
“You goddamn son of a bitch, didn’t nobody teach you to respect women? Degenerate!” the goddess shouted as the other three men approached to defend their friend.
“If you face Freyja, you face us as well,” Menrva said, while Tul stood at her side. The men gave up and moved away from the goddesses.
“The winners are the foreign gods!” the referee finally shouted.
“I knew it! I knew Loki would make them win this game!” Ana shouted excitedly, while the other gods felt relief.
Loki finally reached the place where everyone was seated and greeted them with a smug look.
“Could you not have designed a plan where Freyja did not show her breasts? Pervert,” Tania asked, still annoyed.
“But ebony-skinned beauty, her breasts had the perfect structure to perform an elliptical shot,” Loki said.
“That is why I gave her the role of goalkeeper, so she could use her chest in the attack,” he continued explaining.
“And I suppose you realized that the goalkeepers barely moved, and they did not expect the goalkeeper to be the one to score that final shot, correct?” Huitzilopochtli asked, excited by such a strategy.
“Indeed, though I have no idea who you are,” Loki said.
“I am an admirer of yours!” the hummingbird god said.
Then Xólotl stood and looked upon the members of Orniskem with disdain. However, as he walked, he passed them by and stood at the edge of the box, meeting the gaze of the three goddesses.
“Very well, foreign goddesses. You have done something that had been impossible in these games for centuries,” Xólotl said in Nahuatl, looking at the three goddesses.
“Thus, I name you the winners of this ball game,” he finally declared.
After Tul translated the Zacateco god’s words for them, she jumped with joy while hugging Menrva and Freyja. The two goddesses were also smiling brightly.
“As winners, I shall grant you the following options,” the Zacateco god said in the divine tongue. “You are free to continue your journey, but your companions in the stands and your opponents shall die in sacrifice.”
“Your companions shall survive and leave this kingdom, but the three of you and your opponents shall be sacrificed.”
“Your opponents shall live, but both you and your companions shall be sacrificed.”
All the members of Orniskem were disgusted by such conditions. Without hesitation, Menrva looked straight into the eyes of Xólotl’s jackal mask and shouted at the top of her lungs:
“All three options are shit!”
“Then you have chosen death,” Xólotl said calmly, and raised his hand. Soldiers then began entering the stadium, making the people flee, while they surrounded the members of Orniskem and the three goddesses on the playing field.
“You are a disgrace of a leader,” Huitzilopochtli shouted while staring directly at the god with the jackal mask.
The gods then began arguing in Nahuatl, a language none of the gods in the stands understood. Tul was too far away to hear what they were discussing.
Then Huitzilopochtli stood and turned around.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, but I must leave now,” the god said to the members of Orniskem.
“Do not worry. I negotiated with that man so he would allow you to live,” he added.
“Thank you for everything,” Tania replied, and the god gave them a thumbs-up before beginning to fly.
The god floated to where the three goddesses still stood on the court.
“It was a magnificent game. I congratulate you,” he said. Then he flew toward the horizon until he disappeared into Chicomóztoc’s dark sky.
“If he can fly, he must be a powerful god,” Rodrigo said, surprised.
“But even so, he has withdrawn,” Epona added nervously as she watched Xólotl turn toward them with a gaze full of frustration.
“That foreigner has prevented me from taking your lives. You ought to be grateful,” Xólotl said angrily, just as his hands began emanating energy again.
“I gave you the opportunity to have an honorable death through the ball game, yet you dare mock me, even before my own people,” the god continued furiously.
“Although I cannot kill you, that does not mean you shall leave this place in good condition,” he warned.
“We can’t fight with these cuffs,” Tania said in frustration.
“Mate, Xólotl-sama!” Susanoo shouted as he stood.
“If thou art going to fight us, then do so only after removing these anti-divinity cuffs from us,” he demanded.
“And why should I concern myself with that foolish request?” the god said in an almost manic voice.
“I believe, then, that I alone can save them,” a male voice was heard.
The members of Orniskem began searching for where that voice came from, but when they looked at Xólotl, they realized the god was trembling.
“You! I knew you were here!” shouted the god with the jackal mask.
“I have always been here. I am this young man’s guardian,” the voice continued.
At that moment, the totema Rodrigo wore flew into the sky, and there it took the form of a mysterious man with long green hair, floating in the air. He wore the same totema Rodrigo had been wearing.
“Ehécatl!” Xólotl shouted furiously as dark lightning emanated from his body.
“Indeed. I have come to take this young man to Cholollan, to my lord’s temple,” Ehécatl said as he descended to where Xólotl stood.
“And neither you nor anyone else shall prevent me from doing so.”