Odin & Xander C-S support

C-support
Odin: Why, sword? Why must you call out to me, when I am sworn now to the book and not the blade?
Odin: My path lies in the sorcerous darkness, and yet…
Odin: [smile, closed eyes] Just a bit of training wouldn’t hurt.
Odin: Hya! Hah! And- ASTRA!
[Xander appears]
Xander: [surprised] ?
Odin: [smirk] My sword hand is as bloodthirsty as ev- ack!
Odin: [surprised, sweat] Lord Xander! Er- fancy meeting you here!
Xander: [smile] I wasn’t aware you were such an accomplished swordsman.
Odin: A-accomplished? Me? No, I am but a novice!
Xander: Nonsense – your stance and footwork was flawless. You must have trained extensively.
Odin: [blush, wink] Y-you’re too kind, my lord.
Xander: So… why do you not use these skills in service of my brother?
Xander: [frown] Don’t misunderstand me – your magical ability is formidable. But given both my brother and his other retainer typically strike from a distance…
Odin: [sweat] Right… I suppose it would make sense to have a close-range combatant to defend them.
Odin: Er- well…
Xander: …Yes?
Odin: The truth is, milord, I have a grave affliction. My sword hand hungers ceaselessly for blood. Only the most brutal of battles quells its rage.
Odin: In the past, I fought as you saw, a dervish of death and destruction!
Odin: [sweat] But I feared losing myself to the bloodlust entirely. So I took up the tome.
Xander: [surprised] …I must admit, I haven’t heard of many who turn to dark magic to avoid bloodshed.
Xander: Is this curse truly so grave?
Odin: [eyes closed] It is, my lord. My sacred blade was an extension of myself – in putting it down, I sought to still my cursed hand.
Xander: I see.
Odin: [sweat] …You do?
Xander: [smile] Yes. You clearly have immense strength of will, to pass up such a destructive power in the name of control.
Xander: I’m pleased a man of your calibre is guarding my brother.
Odin: Thank you! Although… could I possibly request your silence regarding my affliction?
Xander: [smile] Of course – on one condition.
Xander: When we find a cure for it, you must duel me.
Odin: I would be honoured, milord!
[Xander leaves]
Odin: (…Wait, did he just say ‘when’?)

B-support
Odin: -and the steel is engraved with pure gold, and the sigils of a thousand gods of rage.
Xander: [sweat] Your knowledge of legendary blades is encyclopedic.
Odin: You’re too kind, milord!
Xander: Do you have a favourite?
Odin: [wink] That would be like choosing between children!
Odin: Although… there is one. The golden blade that cuts through creatures of evil as though they were mere wisps of fog. Its golden light shining as a beacon of justice and safety.
Xander: [sweat] What was that one called again?
Odin: Oh, er- it, um-
Odin: [sweat, injured] It doesn’t have a name. Um.
Odin: Though of course, most blades pale in comparison to the legends of the mighty Siegfried!
Odin: …May I see it?
Xander: Of course.
Odin: [smile] Astounding! Even as it sits idle, it vibrates with the hum of fire and power!
Odin: Oh, the secrets this blade could whisper, had we ears to hear it!
Odin: …Or is it the kind that talks, like the wicked Wo Dao?
Xander: [sweat] No, thankfully.
Xander: Is something the matter?
Odin: [serious] The power truly radiates from Siegfried, doesn’t it?
Odin: Is it like this all the time?
Xander: Mm. Stilling it requires concentration, like so.
Odin: Was it like this before you wielded it?
Xander: No. It lay dull, as though it were made of stone. I remember thinking it looked as though it would crumble in my hands.
Odin: [surprised] But- who was wielding it before you?
Xander: No-one. Not in my lifetime, at least.
Xander: Its previous wielder was a paladin of Nohr, my mother’s grandmother.
Odin: I- I always assumed the divine weapons were inherited through the royal line.
Xander: No. They respond to so few, after all. From all I’ve heard, this is the first time Siegfried and Brynhildr have been active together in an age.
Odin: [smile] What an auspicious era! Together with Lord/Lady Avatar’s fabled Yato, Nohr will be unstoppable!
Xander: [smile] So I hope.
Xander: Now, about your cursed hand. I’ve found several incantations to break curses – the first few you may have already tried, but this one is a secret developed by the elder sages at Macareth…
Odin: [sweat] You’re too kind…

A-support
Xander: Well? How is your sword hand treating you?
Xander: Still whispering?
Odin: [sweat] The latest fell ritual seems to have calmed its terrifying wrath.
Xander: [smile] Excellent. According to the tome, you’ll need to repeat that once a day or so.
Odin: [surprised, sweat] W-wait, it’s ongoing?
Xander: We’ll need a steady source of algae - the Woods of the Forlorn, perhaps.
Xander: At least the wyvern dung won’t prove too troublesome-
Odin: [worried] Enough! Uncle! I can’t take any more!
Xander: ?
Odin: [sweat, eyes closed] I lied to you, Lord Xander. I’m sorry.
Odin: My sword hand isn’t the reason I turned to dark magic! I just said that so you wouldn’t pry.
Odin: [sad] The real reason is… every time I swing a sword, I think of the woman who taught me to wield one. My skill is only a fraction of hers.
Odin: She was my elder cousin, but we were close as siblings. We fought side-by-side in countless battles. For a time, we were all each other had left. And… she’s far from here. So very far.
Odin: Whenever I start thinking about her, I realise that she could be dead, and I wouldn’t even know. Not just her – all our family, our friends. They could all be obliterated in an instant.
Xander: I presume she wielded that golden blade you spoke of? The nameless one?
Odin: [surprised] Yes. To any mere bystander, it would be dull as a butter knife and heavy as a log. But in her hands, it was extraordinary.
Odin: Seeing her wield it may have been what first inspired my love of legend.
Xander: Did you ever try to take it up yourself?
Odin: [eyes closed] No. Because I knew… if I ever held it, it would be because she was dead.
Odin: [upset] I couldn’t bear to think of such a thing.
Xander: Your homeland’s war is already over, is it not?
Odin: [surprised] How did you know about that?
Xander: It’s plain enough. To leave your homeland behind and come here must have taken great determination. I can’t imagine you would have left while conflict still raged.
Odin: [sad] You’re right. The war ended, but… this fear won’t leave my heart.
Odin: I’m not sure it ever will. Perhaps that’s my true curse.
Odin: But I’m betraying Lord Leo by denying my sword hand its power.
Xander: [injured] It can take a lifetime to heal wounds of the heart. You’re right not to pour salt in them by taking up the sword again.
Xander: Leo would understand.
Odin: [surprised] …!
Xander: [sweat] Odin?
Odin: [smile, sweat] Sorry, you just reminded me of her a bit. Of Lucina.
Odin: She was always so serious and focused on our mission… but she never stopped caring about everyone’s wellbeing, either.
Xander: [smile, closed eyes] I’m honoured you’d compare me to her.
Odin: [smile] Thank you, Lord Xander. I’m sorry to burden you with such piteous sentimentality. After you helped me with my sword arm, too…
Odin: [wink] So how about I repay you with a duel?
Xander: [surprised] With swords?
Odin: [smile] Of course!
Odin: I don’t think I could bear to take up the blade again full-time just yet… but duelling you should be fine.
Odin: [wink] Besides, a chance to face the mighty Siegfried in battle – my sword hand is already quivering in anticipation!
Xander: [sweat] (I thought we fixed that…)

S-support
Odin: [smile] -whereas the Sol Katti was forged from the tooth of a dragon of light! Or so they say.
Xander: [smile] I see.
Odin: [blush] And- uh…
Odin: [blush] …
Xander: Odin? Are you well? Is your sword hand troubling you?
Odin: [blush, sweat] Er- no, it’s more of a… er…
Odin: (No backing out now!)
Odin: [eyes closed] A new malady has reared its ugly head and taken hold of me! And that malady’s name is love!
Odin: [eyes open, wink, blush] My heroic heart is reduced to putty in its clutches! I am helpless before its whims!
Odin: The only hope for me is that my feelings are returned, that our hearts may join together and create a great castle of love!
Xander: [sweat] I’m… not the best person to advise you on this.
Xander: Perhaps if you wrote them a letter?
Odin: [sweat] (How much more obvious can I make it?)
Odin: A mere pen could do no justice to the affection in my heart! My beloved must hear a full confession!
Odin: [wink, blush] Ahem.
Odin: I was drawn across rivers, plains, across time and space itself to meet you! Your determination, your stalwart protectiveness of all you hold dear, your interest in all things epic…
Odin: You’re extraordinary! Legendary! I love you!
Xander: [surprised, blush] …That’s quite a confession.
Odin: So? What do you say?
Xander: I’m sure they-
Odin: You! It’s you!
Xander: [surprised, blush] !
Odin: Er- sorry to interrupt, my lord. But this is the fourth time now that I’ve tried to confess my love to you.
Xander: [blush] I- I see…
Xander: [eyes closed] No, I’m afraid I don’t see at all. What about your home? If you and I were to be together…
Odin: [smile] My home is in good hands already. Lucina’s hands.
Odin: I realised after we spoke that the reason I was worrying so much about her was that I was getting ready to say goodbye.
Odin: [sweat, injured] If you don’t return my feelings, of course, that’s fine-
Xander: [blush] That’s not something you need to worry about.
Xander: The truth is, I care for you a great deal. You have an extraordinary passion for life, and your knowledge of legend is truly impressive.
Xander: [injured] My concern is that you would find me dull.
Odin: [wink] On the contrary! In fact, I anticipated your self-effacement and prepared a speech – just let me find my notes!
Xander: [sweat, blush] That’s- that’s really not necessary…
Odin: Nonsense! Now, should I talk about how handsome you area, your cleverness, or your kindness?
Xander: [blush, sweat] (This will definitely take some getting used to…)