The Only Exception (A Hobbit and Almighty Johnsons crossover fanfic)

Chapter 6

The company shared glances of confusion for a brief moment when they burst out laughing.

"God? You are no God!" The young beardless man cried out.

"He is not just any God, but the God of Poetry."

The bald man's statement was followed by a roar of laughter. Anders bristled at their mockery, yet he couldn't help but notice Gandalf not joining in with the others. His eyes never leaving Anders and it was enough for the God to feel slightly self-conscious.

The brunette leader's chuckled slowed before he turned to Anders. His smile disappearing all together.

"Do you take us for fools? There is no God of Poetry."

"Really? Because if I remember correctly, just a few minutes ago you experienced some of my powers."

He couldn't help but smirk as the leader's face fell. The feeling of pride was short lived when a sword was pointed at him once again.

"Yes and try anything like that again and it will be-"

"Yea yea. My head, I know. But then you know I'm not lying to you either."

"You will watch your tongue god." He sneered. His eyes bore into Anders and he briefly recalled the same look of hate Natalie had given him before killing Helen.

"What are your powers exactly?"

"My powers can bend mortals to my will." He stated confidently to the old man who finally decided to speak.

For a moment Gandalf said nothing and Anders couldn't help but note how nice it was to not have Ty make some stupid comment about his powers only working on bimbos. His brother knew very well they worked on other people, hell his business is proof of that. Not that he always used them on clients, but as a businessman he was allowed to have fun and beautiful women were fun.

"You say your powers work on mortals."

"That's correct." Anders replied.

There was a glimmer in the old man's eye that made him uneasy. The old man was up to something and he had a feeling he didn't like it.

"Are there others like you? Other gods, that is."

A mousey brown haired man who seemed a foot shorter than the others sat upon his pony. His meek demeanor and questioning look told Anders the man was just as uneasy as he was about this whole situation. The question was innocent enough. Part of him was all but willing to deny this fact, however given the death glare he was receiving from the leader and mini him, self-preservation told him that would not go well.

"Yes."

"How many are there?" The leader said curtly.

"Aside from my brothers, the goddess and a few other Maori gods. I don't know."

Anders heart thumped in his chest for a brief moment he thought that everyone could hear and figured it was just a matter of time before they could see his fear. But no one said anything. They all watched in silence. Waiting for their leader to say something. Do something. Taking a chance, he glanced over to the girl. While she was no longer crying, her cheeks remained stained from her tears. Her lower lip trembled as she stared back at him. He could tell she was confused and frightened but he admired how she tried to remain just as calm as he hoped he appeared.

A small nod to her was the only comfort he could give before turning his attention back ahead. The leader watched him closely, but not as close as Gandalf. Old blue eyes never wavering and only seemed to bore into the center of his being. Anders suppressed a shudder.