Ukko's Burden

The thunder boomed and the lightening flashed.

Unfortunately the Finnish god Ukko's heart just wasn't into it tonight.

Sure, there were ships on the Baltic sea he could tip over with rogue waves and sheer winds, but why? What was the point?

He felt lost in his position among the gods. Torturing the mortals no longer held the same... je ne sais quoi that it used to. There would always be more mortals, after all. They bred like rabbits only larger and much less adorable and furry.

He turned his rump in the seat of his throne. He couldn't even get into a comfortable position tonight. How could he possibly be expected to do his job if he couldn't even get comfy?

Ukko's hammer Ukonvasara sat on a stand next to his throne. He glanced at it and sighed, longing for the days when using it filled him with purpose.

Not even his wife Akka could console him. He just sat and stewed in the juices of depression, letting his feeling of self worth drain away.

Ukko truly was in a funk that could not be unfunked.