Post by Sigyn Iwaldidottir on Mar 27, 2016 22:39:47 GMT
So Let The Storm Come
tag: N/A // words: 737 // notes: Freya don't take crap
Shortly after the Battle in San Francisco
Early Evening
A partially destroyed, but abandoned building was the only refuge Sigyn could find from the others. While not prone to lying with her words, it was one of the easiest things in the world to mask one’s emotions. She could pretend to be a warrior of Asgard in front of others, but now that she was away, it was time for some much needed contemplation. She’d never killed something….intelligent before.
Sure, she’d learned how to hunt, but that was for basic survival. She supposed this was too, in a way. Still, it was...disturbing how she’d felt during it. She’d enjoyed it. Was this what it was like for Thor and the others? This feeling of power, of crushing your enemies? She didn’t like it. “Oh, goddess. I am not meant to be a warrior.” Sigyn said to herself, staring up at the empty ceiling. She was like several of her sisters; they were the aspects of Freya’s love and beauty. Not her mother’s darker side of war and death. Speaking of her mother, Sigyn did wonder and worry about what was going on back home.
She’d heard chatter amongst the soldiers; this was not an isolated attack; it was but one of many prongs. What was the Mad Titan after so desperately on Midgard? Sigyn wondered. Surely there had to be something. She knew what it was, but she was too exhausted from the battle and using her magic to come up with the answer right away. Absorbed in her own thoughts, it wasn’t until she felt someone’s powerful projection in front of her that she saw her mother.
“Mother?” Sigyn said, sounding surprised. Usually her mother didn’t bother with sorcery nowadays.
“Yes. Now, my darling, come closer.” Freya said, smiling sweetly, and Sigyn did so, only to be grabbed by the collar, as much as the astral projection could grab. “Did I raise spineless children? I would have thought your father got some sense into you yet.” She said to her daughter, a harsher edge to her voice. “All these girls and only three of you have a warrior’s spirit? Stand and fight, or they will destroy us. I will not have my children cower like commoners.” Freya said with her projection, striding away from her daughter at this point.
“I’m not a fighter, mother. I don’t like this.” Sigyn said. More like, she didn’t who she was within the fighting.
“When did I say that your feelings on warfare mattered? You don’t ask the soldier whether or not he likes the fighting; he does what is asked of him.” Freya said, turning to face Sigyn once again. “If it is the warrior’s spirit you fear, my child, you should know it’s our nature. We are beautiful, and deadly. That is how it is. Accept that part of your nature.” Freya said.
“Or would you rather these creatures kill more people than they need to? I know that you’re more than capable of taking more of these Chitauri out than many a Midgardian.” Freya said, trying to get through to her daughter. Honestly, why did several of her children behave as if picking up a sword was poison to them? Between her and Iwaldi, holding a weapon and wielding it shouldn’t feel unnatural.
Sigyn looked at the astral projection of her mother, almost agape at her behavior. “I’m not a soldier, mother.”
“You are now, the Mad Titan has made us all move back to warfare. You don’t get a choice in this; you won’t let our people down, I know it.” Freya said to her daughter. “Also, Midgard is counting on us, as well as Asgard.” Freya said, almost excited about the prospect of a new war.
“So, will you stand and fight, or cower like a child?” Freya asked, hoping that the answer would be the right one.
“I will do what I must, mother.” Freya smiled, and her astral projection vanished from the broken building. It was time to continue on with the path, no matter how distasteful it might be, there were people counting on her and the other Asgardians.
Early Evening
A partially destroyed, but abandoned building was the only refuge Sigyn could find from the others. While not prone to lying with her words, it was one of the easiest things in the world to mask one’s emotions. She could pretend to be a warrior of Asgard in front of others, but now that she was away, it was time for some much needed contemplation. She’d never killed something….intelligent before.
Sure, she’d learned how to hunt, but that was for basic survival. She supposed this was too, in a way. Still, it was...disturbing how she’d felt during it. She’d enjoyed it. Was this what it was like for Thor and the others? This feeling of power, of crushing your enemies? She didn’t like it. “Oh, goddess. I am not meant to be a warrior.” Sigyn said to herself, staring up at the empty ceiling. She was like several of her sisters; they were the aspects of Freya’s love and beauty. Not her mother’s darker side of war and death. Speaking of her mother, Sigyn did wonder and worry about what was going on back home.
She’d heard chatter amongst the soldiers; this was not an isolated attack; it was but one of many prongs. What was the Mad Titan after so desperately on Midgard? Sigyn wondered. Surely there had to be something. She knew what it was, but she was too exhausted from the battle and using her magic to come up with the answer right away. Absorbed in her own thoughts, it wasn’t until she felt someone’s powerful projection in front of her that she saw her mother.
“Mother?” Sigyn said, sounding surprised. Usually her mother didn’t bother with sorcery nowadays.
“Yes. Now, my darling, come closer.” Freya said, smiling sweetly, and Sigyn did so, only to be grabbed by the collar, as much as the astral projection could grab. “Did I raise spineless children? I would have thought your father got some sense into you yet.” She said to her daughter, a harsher edge to her voice. “All these girls and only three of you have a warrior’s spirit? Stand and fight, or they will destroy us. I will not have my children cower like commoners.” Freya said with her projection, striding away from her daughter at this point.
“I’m not a fighter, mother. I don’t like this.” Sigyn said. More like, she didn’t who she was within the fighting.
“When did I say that your feelings on warfare mattered? You don’t ask the soldier whether or not he likes the fighting; he does what is asked of him.” Freya said, turning to face Sigyn once again. “If it is the warrior’s spirit you fear, my child, you should know it’s our nature. We are beautiful, and deadly. That is how it is. Accept that part of your nature.” Freya said.
“Or would you rather these creatures kill more people than they need to? I know that you’re more than capable of taking more of these Chitauri out than many a Midgardian.” Freya said, trying to get through to her daughter. Honestly, why did several of her children behave as if picking up a sword was poison to them? Between her and Iwaldi, holding a weapon and wielding it shouldn’t feel unnatural.
Sigyn looked at the astral projection of her mother, almost agape at her behavior. “I’m not a soldier, mother.”
“You are now, the Mad Titan has made us all move back to warfare. You don’t get a choice in this; you won’t let our people down, I know it.” Freya said to her daughter. “Also, Midgard is counting on us, as well as Asgard.” Freya said, almost excited about the prospect of a new war.
“So, will you stand and fight, or cower like a child?” Freya asked, hoping that the answer would be the right one.
“I will do what I must, mother.” Freya smiled, and her astral projection vanished from the broken building. It was time to continue on with the path, no matter how distasteful it might be, there were people counting on her and the other Asgardians.
