Chapter Text
Despite popular belief, a job as a librarian isn't boring at all. Sure it could get quiet, but Morty liked the quiet, he liked how life seemed to pass at a slower pace here. In fact, given the situation he grew up in with his parents constantly yelling and arguing, he cherished the quiet like it was gold.
So, alongside the money which allowed him to live on his own, despite not being a lot, he was happy to have found this job and would happily go to work. That's probably why he accepted his boss’s request.
“Hey Morty, Amanda called in sick, you think you can close this week?” He had his phone opened with the schedule of every employee, hoping to find someone to fill in.
“No problem!” He smiled, if the library was as nice during busy hours then it was sure to be even better once it was just him putting books away.
“Thanks, I’ll pay you double for the overtime of course”
Instead of going home that night he ate in the restaurant across the street and came back to put the books away while listening to music on his headphones. He only had a novel to put away when he noticed something, a book apparently trapped behind one of the bookshelves. He rolled his eyes thinking ‘Why do people do this? They can ask us to hold a book for them you know?’.
The book didn't have a name to it, not on the front or the back, the leathery cover was worn off in the corner with a few wrinkles down the spine, besides that there were no signs that it had been open at all. ‘Weird, but it did make me curious to read, well done author’ he laughed to himself opening the book.
The language on it wasn't one he could recognize, granted he didn't truly speak more than one language but he was trying to learn… just don't look at his Duolingo streak. Flipping through the pages he finds a chapter in english.
“Warning: Once this god is summoned you can't get rid of Him until you give Him something he wants, He will accept alcohol or sex as payment but there is no guarantee He will do what you wish” Reading it out loud doesn't make it any less surreal, so Morty laughs “He is a trickster god, He will twist your words to His bidding and you will pay his price or feel his wrath”
The summoning ritual wasn't anything complicated: a circle painted with blue, alcohol as an offering and a prayer. So easy it could be easily done by anyone, in fact, Morty decides to do it. No, he didn't believe it was going to work but as he tried to find the book on their system nothing showed up, making his curiosity take the best of him.
Picking books with the most blue on their cover he makes a circle. He ran across the street to buy a drink just before the restaurant closed, pretending not to notice the very tired eye roll from the underpaid waiter he thanked her and gave her a big tip for her time.
Finally, it was all ready, and even with his skepticism, Morty felt nervous. Reading the last of the instructions it says he could give the god a name since He doesn't give out his name like that to anyone, apparently being something that holds power over him. Since all he could come up with was ‘Morty Junior’ he googles baby names and scrolled down picking a random one, ‘Alex, sure this one, it's as good as any’.
“To the trickster god, a pray you listen. I offer you this margarita and as you come to my aid, I give you the name of Alex”
He waits, but only the familiar silence fills the room. Laughing at his own stupidity he begins to put the books away, only to drop them as he turns around as sees a man standing in front of him.
“Jesus- sorry you scared me” He bends down to pick up what he dropped thinking ‘Did I leave the door open?’ his eyebrows frowning as he could have sworn he didn't “Sorry we are close, but I can hold any book you want for tomorrow if you’d like”
The man in front of him remained in silence, His eyes running up and down as if he could see Morty’s soul.
“You called me here and yet you are surprised to see me?” It's true He hasn't been called in a while but humans couldn't have changed that much now could they?
“What? Oh haha, you heard me, yeah listen I know it's stupid but I was curious, can't blame me for that now can you?” He walked right past Him, about to take the drink away when a cold hand on his wrist stops him.
“Just what do you think you are doing with MY offering?” Morty would have laughed at that if the other man didn't sound so serious.
“Not funny anymore man, you aren't a god come on” But he stepped away from the drink anyhow, something about that man’s stare sent shivers down Morty’s spine, he could see that He was not one to be messed with.
“You… you don't think I'm real?” He finished the drink in one big gulp.
“Of course not, I'm an atheist so I'm not about to believe in some random book I found”
The god’s eyes scanned the room till He found the aforementioned book, His eyes narrowing as He scoffed.
“I can't believe that jerk actually wrote that book, ‘Oh I need to warn people about you, you are evil’ i swear you fuck one dude's wife after she asks you to bless them with a baby and suddenly he needs to tell the world to watch out for you” His arms were now closed around His chest but still the god doesn't go anywhere near the book. The voice He gave the man in the story makes Morty laugh like a little kid.
“Okay, okay I’ll admit you are pretty good but you can't expect me to believe in you with no proof right?”
“I was feared across nations I don't need to prove anything, now tell me what you want and what you are offering in return” His eyes were fixated on the human in front of Him ever since He heard him laugh ‘I hope he's offering to sleep with me’.
“Oh, I don't actually want anything, like i said I just let my curiosity get the best of me, not that I believe you are a god anyway” He whispered that last part walking towards the exit “If you don't leave with me I'm locking you in there”
The god should have been offended, no one bossed Him around, yet he found Himself wanting to play this human’s game a little bit longer. Not wanting to leave quite yet.
Morty turned off the lights, locked the door and went to his car, not thinking much of the situation until he got home, he had just closed the door behind him when he saw Him. The same man from the library, his hair as blue as his eyes, the white long-sleeved robe falling to his feet, sitting in his couch.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN?” Morty reached for his phone in his pocket ready to call the cops when suddenly the device was yanked from his hand by an invincible force and carefully delivered to the other man.
“Interesting, I've never seen that before” He turned the electronic in His hands “To answer your question I'm here because we are bound, you brought me here so now you need to ask me for something and pay for it so I can leave” He laughed to Himself “I mean why do you think that guy’s wife slept with me, the longer I'm here the more tempted you are, both by your desires and well…me” He gave Morty a look that almost looked like a predator stalking a prey would give.
“No, no, no, NO. You are not really a god, just some sick dude that broke into my house” He was running his hands through his hair as he normally did when he panicked.
“Still with this? Urg fine I will prove myself as long as we may move on” He stood up cracking his knuckles “So what will prove I'm real?”
“I-i-i don't know” Morty didn't want to stay another minute next to that stranger but he needed to get his phone back, the neighborhood he lived in wasn't THAT shitty, but it wasn't one where others would care about your problems either “Make something appear in front of you, out of nowhere” He slowly stepped closer, eyeing his phone.
Regardless of where his focus should be Morty still stared at the man’s hand once He extended making the same margarita cup he had brought earlier appear, except it was full. Morty watched him drink that, hell he threw the plastic cup away himself and watched the man leave the, very much locked, building. He couldn't believe his eyes, but then he remembers how his phone basically flew from his hand while the other one was a good 10 feet away from him.
The trickster god smiled looking at the human’s shock, things sure have changed, still, he found his innocence to His own existence… adorable.
“Now do you believe in me?”
“I need to sleep, I'm hallucinating for sure” He said to himself and went to bed, only to wake up with the god laying right next to him.
“Good morning, did you dream about me?” His smile was sadistic but there was some sweetness in His voice.