Icarus, unlike Aesir, had been kicked out several times. He wasn't even that old either (well, to his kind at least)..
Now, here he was once again, and it wasn't even over the girl...
Icarus shook his head. He couldn't do that again; search for her. It was hard on her (Whether she knew it or not), and it was harder on him. He knew it was the same girl too. He just knew. She could have a different name, different look (though it was never too different. That, or he just knew her so well that he couldn't tell), but he'd always recognize her. Each lifetime, he'd find her, fall even more in love, and then mess it up promptly with a kiss. He never learned.
It gave him a bit of Philemaphobia, to be honest. It seemed that it was just her that liked to turn into a second sun. He'd fallen for many humans (regardless of gender. one of the main reasons why he couldn't stay up in the big man's terf for longer than 50 years at a time without getting thrown right back out.)
He hadn't been here very long, but he knew the drill by now. The only change was newer technology, newer rules, and newer (but less preferred) inflation. He had been sent down with nothing but his messenger bag, and any previous cash he'd earned when he was down here, in mortal-central.
Earth wasn't that bad, in his eyes. He took the song 'Heaven is a Place on Earth" to heart. The technology humans came up with was amazing, which is something you never want the higher-up divinity to hear you say.
Today, he wasn't too busy. He even had the time to take a walk to the store for some snacks. So that's what he decided to do. Getting ready was a whole ritual, something he did the same every morning. Shower, hair, teeth, clothes. Today, Icarus decided on a pair of jeans that he thought were too small at the store, but unfortunately, fit perfectly, and a button up shirt. His brown hair stayed sideswept like usual. He brought the same messenger bag he used while in Heaven. It was just too convenient not to bring.
As he left his small place, he walked downtown, just enjoying the scenery. The city was crowded, sure, but people were great!
Or so he thought, until a driver yelled out a pretty common homophobic remark. Ica didn't really let it bother him. Yeah, he was slim, he had the pretty-boy look going from him, but he'd also been in love with the same girl for god-knows how long. He liked to think that proved the guy wrong enough.
The grocery store he went to wasn't too far from the place. He loved to shop, but because of that, he already had groceries. He simply grabbed a bag of spicy pistachios and a juice, before heading to checkout. The girl in front of him was kind of pretty, though, it wasn't the girl he was thinking of.
The line moved forwards, and it was her turn at the register. As she faced the cashier, Ica could see her face. The wind was knocked out of him, though he hadn't moved an inch. There was no way that it could be her. It was too great of a coincidence, and still.. He swore he knew that face.
He knew he was staring, and knew he should stop, but instead considered tapping her shoulder... Though that would probably be pretty stupid.