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Post by Baldr Odinson on Oct 27, 2016 16:28:55 GMT
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“Something went wrong,” Hela’s voice came from nearby and Baldr turned his attention towards her. He climbed slowly to his feet, feeling more solid than he had felt in some time. He was alive, he realized slowly. The heart that had not beat during his time in Helheim was doing so again, and his breathing was coming in without thought.
“What do you mean?” he questioned his niece, even as he frowned down at himself. He should not be alive. He had been killed. Thanos had used his own brother’s hands to do so.
Hela shook her head, stepping closer and placing a hand on his chest. “Midgard. Something went wrong. Your death was… erased.”
Baldr frowned further at the thought. Erased how? What could have the power to do such a thing? He would surely need to investigate this claim, although first he must return to Asgard’s capital to see his Mother. “I have enjoyed the time I spent with you,” he told his niece earnestly, a smile returning to his face before he kissed her forehead, “But I must investigate these strange occurrences.”
He bid Hela farewell and began his journey towards his true home at the palace and not the farm he spent his boyhood days at. There was much to think over as he walked, and he could not truly say what it was that could erase time from Midgard in such a way that would restore his life. The only objects he could think of were the Infinity Stones, but he was unsure as to many of their locations. This was certainly a concept worth investigating, however. But later.
His mother wrapped him in a tight hug as soon as she saw him and Baldr returned the affection just as fiercely. “Something is wrong, my son,” she murmured in his ear, and Baldr nodded his agreement.
“I feel I am needed back on Midgard. It is where this wrongness originated,” he explained softly and his mother sighed gently.
“First, let us celebrate your return. Then I shall not feel so sad to see you off yet again,” she requested, and he could not say no to this plea. There would be a feast and celebration, and then Baldr would return to Midgard. He would discover what it was that was happening here and would assist in any ways that he could.[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]CLOSED. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
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Post by Freya Njordsdottir on Dec 1, 2016 7:43:41 GMT
Something was terribly, terribly wrong.
Freya moved through the palace, her boots barely making a sound as she hurried towards the innermost areas in search of someone with answers to her questions. Souls had gone missing from Folkvangr, an occurrence the goddess had never witnessed in all her millennia. Valhalla, too, had been deprived of some of its inhabitants she quickly learned.
By the time she reached the antechamber to the Throne Room, she’d heard whispers that a soul had returned home to Asgard from Niflheim. Baldr, the youngest of Odin’s son, but the brightest by far, had been snatched away only a few months previously. No matter how hard she’d tried to fight for him, however - he’d been a brave soul, easily worthy of Valhalla or Folkvangr - there was no thwarting fate.
If the rumors were to be believed, though, fate had only been jesting when it took sweet Baldr’s soul down into the realm of Loki’s daughter, Hela. No matter how badly she wanted to believe these whispers, Freya refrained from doing so. A soul returning from Niflheim was lightyears beyond rare, even one as unworthy of the dark realm as the young Prince had been.
Then again, souls disappearing from the fields of the dead where they feasted and fought amicably for all of eternity had never been heard of - especially not on such a scale as this.
A large form just inside the Throne Room caused Freya to stop before she made her way all the way up to the massive set of double doors, currently wide open. Her eyebrows furrowed together, creating deep trenches upon her brow as she studied the man standing across from her Queen. Ever since the death of Odin during that fateful battle upon Midgard, Thor had been doing his best to handle all stately matters here in the Realm Eternal. As such, the Throne Room had easily earned its fair share of use. This moment was no different from any other, so it seemed reasonable that the God of Thunder answer calls within the room.
But that was not Thor.
The man standing beside Frigga… He was familiar, but she was hesitant to allow her hopes to rise, lest she find it to be someone else upon closer inspection. When the man turned, however, she could feel the corners of her lips slowly rising as all of the whispers she’d heard on her way in began to echo through her mind. “It’s true…” she murmured, her voice low in the back of her throat as an inhaled breath got caught.
Slowly, she eased her way past the open doors, closer to the man. He was a foot taller than she, if not more. Still, she could easily recall his youth, when he’d reached no higher than her hip from head to toe. A single tear spilled out onto Freya’s right cheek, the golden droplet catching the light emanating around the young man and sending a shining reflection towards the high, arched ceiling. “Baldr… You’re back…”
It wasn’t long before she broke the distance between them, her natural speed and grace taking her all the way over to him in the blink of an eye. Long arms extended upwards, and she encircled the Prince’s neck, pulling him into a protective embrace the same way she would any of her own daughters. The frightful goings on in Folkvangr and Valhalla were forgotten for a moment as she bathed in the warm glow of Baldr’s presence, happy for a bit of good news finally amidst all the grim.
A part of her never wanted to let the brave Prince out of her arms, lest he fall into harm’s way again, but her senses soon returned to her and she pulled away, albeit hesitantly. “I’m sorry, my Prince. I wish I could stay and recount these past months with you, but something strange is happening as I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
Now she turned her body, inviting Frigga into the conversation. Her voice dropped, a solemn tone entering it as she passed on her ill tidings to the Queen and her newly resurrected son. “Slain warriors from Folkvangr and Valhalla both have gone missing - returned to their bodies on Midgard, I think. And now I see it’s true that you, Baldr, have returned from Hel…” She paused, uncertainty hanging on every syllable. “I’ve come seeking answers. Do either of you have any news that might aid my search, or shall I go and pester the God of Thunder?”
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The planning of the feast that she promised him was put on hold, however, at the entrance of another lady of the court. Baldr beamed at the sight of the Lady Freya, his brightness taking a jump as well. "Milady," he greeted before she was across the room in but a few long strides and wrapped around him. A flush crept up his cheeks as he hugged her in turn before she pulled away. Frowning, he lifted a hand and used his thumb to brush the golden tear from her cheek. "There is no need for tears, Lady Freya. I am unharmed, and my time in Helheim was quite lovely during my stay," he assured her before dropping his hand from her cheek.
"Yes, Baldr was just informing me how things are not right on Midgard," his mother responded to Freya's concerns, "His visions have not come back yet, however?" The last was a question and Baldr shook his head in response. He had not had them for some time - perhaps because he had been dead.
"Hela did inform me of the reasons for my return being from Midgard. Something has gone wrong there and some of their time was erased. It would explain the souls disappearing from Valhalla and Folkvangr as well," he replied, hoping that within these words the Lady Freya would at least start to find the answers she sought. "We know that there is at least one Infinity Stone on Midgard, and with Thanos' recent involvement there... I believe they could be involved in what has happened. We must investigate and discover the true causes, however. I was planning on returning, after the feast my mother insists she must throw me." He chuckled a little as he glanced at his mother.
She gave a small laugh in response, tipping up to kiss his cheek. "Which I must go attend to. I will leave you two to speak on these matters you have brought up - it seems that Baldr knows more than the rest of us," she replied, giving the Lady Freya a nod before turning to leave the room.
Baldr was still glowing - settled into the happy effuse of light that was near-constant for him. "Is there any other clue that you have received, Milady?" he questioned, "I believe that if we begin piecing the happenings together, it will give us our answer."[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]Freya Njordsdottir. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
Post by Freya Njordsdottir on Jan 17, 2017 15:27:17 GMT
She barely noticed Baldr's thumb as it brushed across her cheek, swiping the golden tear away, but his voice called attention to it. Although he'd done a fine job of removing the droplet from her cheek, she heaved a deep breath and scrubbed at both cheeks with the heels of both hands instinctively. "Lovely?" she inquired, one eyebrow arching in curiosity. "'Tis not the first word I might have associated with such a place..." Had he been offered a kinder sentence due to his status as the Queen of Helheim's cousin, or had Hela herself begun to go soft on her charges?
"Hm..." If things were not right on Midgard, perhaps her suspicion that souls were returning to their bodies was true. The Queen's next words tugged her back to the conversation before she could offer out her suggestion, however, and she frowned ever so slightly. "I am sure they will return in time, my Prince. You were not among the ranks of the living for some time," she assured him, though she made certain to glance towards Frigga as well so that his mother could take some of the consolation as well.
The information Baldr provided them with next sent both of the Valkyrie queen's eyebrows launching upward. Time had been erased? She'd met more than her fair share of powerful beings in her time, but even Odin - rest his soul - did not wield such power. "But who?..." she murmured, her eyebrows knitting together now as she racked her brain for anyone or anything that might be able to effect such a drastic change upon an entire Realm. "An Infinity Stone?..." Surely, only one of those things was not powerful enough to do such a thing.
"If you'll allow it, my Prince, I should like to join you on this trek to Midgard," she announced, dipping her chin in respect. A part of her wanted to go in order to keep the Prince safe from harm, but she also now knew she would not find the answers she sought here in the Realm Eternal. Turning at the Queen's excusal to depart, she bowed further, nodding her understanding to the woman. As soon as she left, Freya's mind began to fly through all of the information she'd heard on the Infinity Stones over the years.
"The Tesseract is here... The scepter your brother used is still upon Midgard, I believe..." Although she attempted to hide it, there was no mistaking the slight tone of disdain as she mentioned Loki. He had worn out his welcome with her long before he'd joined forces with the likes of Thanos. "We have reason to believe the Time gem is also upon Midgard, if I remember correctly. Someone named... Agamemnon, or some such, is the last I can recall. I'm no scholar, however, so that information could be outdated and incorrect." That was three of the six. "No one has seen the Aether since Malekith's uprising..."
That name sparked something in her mind, and she jolted up, her icy eyes seeking out Baldr's own warm gaze. "That reminds me. Some of my warriors reported seeing an ancient Svartalf warship departing Midgard and heading at top speed back towards Svartalfheim. They believe it to be none other than the Reaver. I've got a small contingent keeping following the vessel, especially since the Dark Elves turned on Thanos and his forces during his last attack on the young Realm." That was the battle Baldr had lost his life, but she refrained from mentioning such a depressing fact. "I doubt they have anything to do with this sudden shift upon Midgard, but my scouts are keeping tabs on the Dark Elves nonetheless."
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Nodding his agreement to the Lady Freya's assessment of the status of his visions, he took a glance towards his mother, who was also nodding. He both hoped that his visions would return and that they would not. They had always haunted him and he did not think they would help his restlessness now. Nonetheless, he carried on with delivering the information that he had learned.
"Yes, I believe that they have had some hand in this," he confirmed of the stones. A grin bloomed across his face as she offered to join him on his trek back to the realm of Midgard. "I would be honored, milady," he replied with a slight bow. It would be pleasant to have her company, and her vast knowledge could be useful in discovering the answer to this puzzle. He gave his mother a smile before she departed, turning his full attention to the Lady Freya afterwards.
"Aye, the scepter - the mind gem, I believe - is there. Perhaps the time gem as well. Otherwise it does not make much sense for the Mad Titan himself to lead the charge upon Midgard a year ago," he hypothesized. Thanos did not appear to believe much of the Midgardians - they were simply an obstacle to him. He would have needed more than a single gem and revenge on his mind to make an appearance.
Baldr frowned as the Lady Freya seemed to give herself a start, but her words brought memories to the forefront of his mind. "Ah, yes. The Svartalfar had allied themselves with Thanos before turning on him. The one that I spoke with was a child of Alflyse. I am unsure if their escape is a good thing, however. They did not seem keen on making amends with us for all their slights. They spouted lies about the past in an attempt to divert blame from themselves..." He shook his head at the memory, sorry that he could not have brokered something more of a peace between their people and his own. "It is good to keep an eye on them."[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]Freya Njordsdottir. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
Post by Freya Njordsdottir on Feb 23, 2017 1:26:03 GMT
She had to bite her tongue in order to keep from saying the first thought that came to her mind. Hela hadn’t chosen her fate, not the same way any of the other Asgardians had, at least. Not only was she the daughter of a traitor, but she’d been born half-dead. Her exile to Helheim had been an order of the late All-Father, but it had also been a way to get out of the light where others could see the girl. Perhaps she was wrong to look down upon the other woman. “Once all of this is settled, perhaps I will pay her a visit myself - one Keeper of the Dead to another.” Her smile was tight, but not ingenuine. Any talk of traveling to a realm other than Midgard, however, as there were far more important matters to attend.
The smile that crossed Baldr’s face at her offer to join him on his quest was answer enough, but hearing his acceptance was good, too. “Then it is settled. My sword is yours, my Prince,” she offered, bending into a deeper bow than his own. Despite her moniker “Queen” of the Valkyries, she held no true rank where royals were concerned. He was a Prince, and deserved more respect than a simple warrioress like herself.
“You make a valid point… a disturbing one, but valid nonetheless,” she frowned. If there were more than one Infinity Stones on Midgard, their interactions with the Mad Titan were not likely to see an end any time soon. “I’ve half a mind to suggest we send forces to deal with him now for once and for all, while he’s weak and without a vast amount of his army.” Witnessing the Svartalf turn on Thanos’ other forces had been a bittersweet sight, but it was an advantage they now had over the temperamental being. “The Midgardians can only stand against him so many times before even Earth’s mightiest break. And we cannot hope to fend him off on two fronts should we send help to the humans and leave Asgard relatively undefended. But that is talk for the war room...” she sighed, shaking her head. Finding the source of this disturbance in the flow of life and death was priority number one.
Her eyebrows lifted in curiosity as Baldr described his experience with the Svartalf. One of the royals themselves? On Midgard? Now that was a surprise. Then again, her second youngest - Amalroos - had been one of the Svartalf’s greatest generals. Perhaps he’d been used in the same capacity by Thanos. “I’ll send word to my scouts to keep their guard up,” she responded, nodding in understanding. Just because they were now enemy to Thanos did not mean they were allies of the Aesir.
“I’ve some other things I should attend to while I’m here, my Prince. Shall I plan to meet you on the morrow for our journey? Rest assured, I’ll make it to the feast tonight, of course.” With a small smile and another bow, she excused herself from the Prince’s presence and headed out from the Great Hall.
By the time she arrived to the feast, she was in a stunning Asgardian gown rather than the armor she’d arrived in. Her golden cloak was clasped at her throat and trailed behind her as she stepped into the area. It had been more than a few years since she’d made an appearance at a feast in a purely social fashion - not since before her service to Odin, if she was correct. Moving through the crowds of revelers, she smiled gently at the looks she was receiving. She had not arrived as Freya, Queen of the Valkyries. Tonight, she was Freya, Goddess of Fertility.
Her bright eyes finally landed upon the aura of light that always seemed to be indicative of the Prince. Grabbing a wine-filled goblet, she nodded thanks to the servant before heading in his direction. He was in conversation with someone else, so she paused beside them and nodded in silent greeting so as not to interrupt them.
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He flushed slightly as she bowed to him in return; such things had always made him uncomfortable, despite that he should have been used to them by this point in his life. "Thank you, milady," he replied nonetheless.
Once he had explained his theory it seemed that the Lady Freya was inclined to agree with him. "He is certainly not someone to be easily defeated, despite his recent bouts with failure," Baldr replied carefully, "I am unsure what good could come of attacking him directly at this point in time. Perhaps it is the best move, however. We should certainly at least consider it. But you are correct; it is talk for another time." For now there were more important things to think over. And a feast to prepare for, in addition. His mother would never forgive him if he was late to a feast held in his honor.
Nodding as she said that her scouts would keep an eye out, he nonetheless felt a bit sad that this was what it had come to. He had hoped that they would be able to bury the problems between their races against a common enemy, but his conversation with the Prince had proved that whatever had happened between their people was something that the other race was not eager to let go of - and Baldr knew that the Aesir were also skeptical of the Svartalfar. It seemed they were destined to hate each other, unfortunately. "Yes, we will leave early, I think. There is much to do."
With that, they parted ways to prepare for the feast and Baldr went to his rooms to find what he should wear for the night. His rooms had been untouched in his absence and it was easy enough for him to find a suitable outfit for the dinner, in the soft hues of purple and blue that he was known for. His arrival was met with resounding applause when he entered the great hall and he flushed as he ducked his head and made his way over to his Mother, kissing her cheek before turning to be wrapped in a hug by Thor. A tankard of ale made its way into his hand at some point as he ventured through the room, accepting hugs and greetings from friends as he went. It was overwhelming, really, how many people seemed so eager to see him again.
Eventually he caught sight of the Lady Freya and sent her a smile from where he was currently in conversation with one of the warriors that had fought with him in the past. After a bit more conversation, he excused himself from his friend in order to make his way over to her. "You look lovely, Lady Freya," he complimented with a smile, sketching a small bow in front of her with a smile.[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]Freya Njordsdottir. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
Post by Freya Njordsdottir on Mar 10, 2017 1:33:00 GMT
Freya’s shoulders lifted in defeat as Baldr spoke to her suggestion of attacking the Mad Titan now. It seemed a viable plan to her, but it was not plotted out in detail. There were other aspects she had not taken into consideration, which she was certain others would help point out should the conversation make it into a War Council. “Another time,” she agreed, nodding to the Prince.
Much to do seemed to be a gross understatement in her opinion, though she kept a light smile on her lips all the same. They would both be going to seek answers, but she had a feeling her own travels on Midgard would take her further than his own. She had souls to find - men and women who had been happy feasting and fighting for eternity in her hallowed halls. She’d not send them back, of course, but perhaps it was the maternal instinct in her that made her wish to make certain they were all okay. “I concur.”
The feast was much as she’d expected. Frigga did nothing half-assed, and a feast in honor of her son come back to life was no exception. Weaving her way through the crowds, she kept her chin held aloft with ease. She could feel eyes upon her as she moved - men whose loins were likely aching, and women whose flesh may as well have turned the same emerald hue as her dress. If she minded any of the looks she received, she gave no indication. Perhaps later, she would find a man to enjoy the evening with.
She’d made a promise to see Baldr, however, so her personal enjoyment would have to wait. This was his feast, anyways. It would be rude not to offer her… consolation? Congratulation? What did one say to a person recently returned from the dead?
“Thank you,” she murmured in response, dipping into curtsey that took her lower than his bow. “You look shining and radiant as ever, my Prince.” Turning to let her gaze spread across the great hall once again, she smiled and nodded in appreciation. “Your Queen mother does not hold back when it comes to celebrating her son,” she chuckled quietly. “Have you had a chance yet to enjoy the food and drink, or have your manners kept you at the beck and call of your guests this entire time?”
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The sight of the Lady Freya did put a smile on his face, however. He had always admired her and despite the reasons for the journey, he was looking forward to traveling to Midgard with her. "Yes, she has truly outdone herself with this celebration," he chuckled in response, "One would think she'd had weeks to plan rather than scant hours." If there was anything that the Aesir could do on short notice, it was throw a feast, but this was still impressive within that context.
"I have not had much, no," he replied to her question, "There are many to reunite with, still. Many who missed me in my absence." He paused as he heard the rustle and titter of the young ladies of court, shifting with an uncomfortable smile under their gaze. "Perhaps you could save me before they descend to tempt me to marriage?" he suggested, a pleading look in his eyes that he did not often get. He had always been uncomfortable around the ladies of the court, and that had only become greater in the years since he had come of age. This year was no different, even with his sabbatical to the realm of the dead.[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]Freya Njordsdottir. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
Post by Freya Njordsdottir on Apr 4, 2017 2:19:23 GMT
Freya had enjoyed feasts much in her youth, though over the years her reasons had shifted. Before, she had enjoyed the attention men gave her. Competitions to win her favor had filled many an Asgardian hall in times long since past. Nowadays, she competed in similar competitions during the daily feast at Folkvagnr, as was her right as Queen of the sub-realm. The valiant warriors cheered her on just as they would any of their comrades-at-arms and no matter who actually won, everyone remained happy.
Back here in the realm of the living, however, she knew it would be unbecoming for her to join the others in such foolish games. She had a reputation to uphold and not even her delight at having the Prince Baldr returned to them would set her on the path to ruining it.
“As is her right as a mother whose son has been returned to her,” the goddess chided with a chuckle. “Let no one ever doubt the capabilities of our Queen, hmm?” Grinning, she let her eyes skim around the venue until they found the woman about whom they were speaking. She was unsurprised to find the Queen already looking in their direction - she was currently beside the man of the hour, after all - and offered the woman a knowing nod.
One eyebrow arched at the Prince’s response and a somewhat tight expression tugged at her gentle features. “The feast has only just begun, my Prince. You’ll need your strength if you are to survive the rest of the evening.” The sound of rustling gowns and smothered giggles caught Freya’s ear, but she paid the young women no mind. She was not a woman who enjoyed the intimate companionship of her own gender. The Prince’s comment, however, sparked a bit of curiosity in her and she finally turned to examine the ladies lurking nearby.
“I could...” she drawled, a teasing smirk finding its way to her lips as she turned back to face Baldr. Stepping forward, she placed her hands gently onto the Prince’s arms and moved so that she was blocking his view of the women who had now ceased giggling. “But you might not like my methods… and they will only work for this one night, though I don’t foresee that being an issue.” The two of them would be on Midgard on the morrow anyways, at least. Still, she knew how pure and innocent Baldr was and while she had no intentions of tarnishing such a reputation, it was in his best interest that she warn him before heeding his request and making certain that no other women made a move on him for the evening.
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"I do not believe any have ever doubted that it be my Mother who keeps things stable for my family," he replied to the Lady Freya with a smile, sending a small wave in his Mother's direction as his conversational companion acknowledged her herself.
He gave a small chuckle at the Lady Freya's words. "Yes, and I believe I would quite enjoy some food. However, it seems that I cannot get away from the people long enough to fix the issue. You know how they can be," he replied, with only a slightly wistful glance in the direction of the table that held a wide array of foods. "I am afraid that I most missed sweets, while I was gone," he added with a small sigh. Sweets were not a thing that his niece's realm had in large supply. Food in general was not all that necessary for residents, and certainly sweets were not.
Baldr was afraid that he felt his face take on that puppy-ish quality that Loki had always teased him about as the Lady Freya drew out her possible agreement to helping him avoid the court ladies. He knew that one day he was likely to simply agree to marry one of them just so that he would stop being accosted by them at every turn. And he would really rather not marry for that reason alone; Baldr still wanted to find love; one that would last the ages the way that his Father and Mother's had.
"Methods?" he questioned, tipping a bit to glance the women behind Freya, whose giggles began anew at his attention, causing him to flush again. "Please, Milady Freya. Just for this one feast. I am sure that when we return from Midgard I can find another way to avoid their propositions." The smirk that she was wearing should likely have dissuaded him from asking, but he had always been a bit rash, like Thor.[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]Freya Njordsdottir. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
Post by Freya Njordsdottir on May 13, 2017 6:14:59 GMT
If she truly cared to give the notion any thought, Freya would not be able to tell Baldr why, of all Odin’s sons and all the other citizens of Asgard, he was easily the most beloved. It was simply the way of things, she supposed. By her reckoning, it had been that way since the day his Queen mother had given birth to the little bundle of sunshine. He had been a joy to know for as long as she could remember and considered him to be deserving of every ounce of delight this feast entailed.
Seeing the embarrassment lurking on his face, however, kept her from speaking out. The Prince was getting affection from every angle currently - she could provide him with at least a small respite. “I agree,” she chuckled. Odin had grown more wise over the millennia, but Frigga had always been sound of mind.
“Well, let us see if we can remedy that issue, shall we?” Her voice was light - more so than it had been for many years, it seemed. There was a hint of fun to it that belied her current sentiments. Dark thoughts plagued her as she continued to rack her brain for a suitable cause to the predicament at hand, but she hid it with a bright smile fit only for the Goddess of Fertility. “Sweets, you say? Then sweets we shall fill you with,” she grinned, her eyes sweeping across the banquet hall in order to find the largest collection of the Prince’s desire.
The look that crossed Baldr’s face next nearly sent Freya into a fit of chuckles, but she managed to contain herself. He seemed so very out of his element at the prospect of females and courtship and everything that entailed. Were he anyone but the Prince, she might offer to enlighten him on the subject so that he lost the fear he clung to. A night - or two - in her chambers would surely make even the most timid of boys into confident men.
“Well, method... Singular,” she admitted with a gentle shrug. Watching his cheeks begin to glow crimson at the sound of the girlish giggling taking place behind her, she hooked one finger under the Prince’s chin and guided him back to where he was meeting her gaze. “I’m confident you will. But for tonight, I’ll keep you safe, my Prince.”
Letting her finger fall from Baldr’s chin, she leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. The giggling from behind her stopped near instantly and this time when her lips began to spread, it was in a knowing grin. Stepping back, she moved to the Prince’s side, her hands sliding around one of his arms so that she was tucked neatly beside him. “Let’s get some food now, shall we?” she purred, leaning in to speak so that her voice could only be heard by those as close to her as the Prince currently was.
The table filled from end to end with food was not far. Reaching it was simple despite the mass of people between them and the food. Everyone lifted their flagons or drinking horns in cheers to the Prince, but no one stopped them, at least. Pausing at one end of the table, she plucked a pair of plates up for them. Her own she clutched in the arm still linked firmly around his own while the other snagged items here and there that caught her fancy. “So, how long have you been back? And can you tell me anything about how it happened?” She had yet to speak to anyone who’d been through the resurrection process - this was not something that happened terribly often, and most certainly not on such a large scale as this event. Any information the Prince could provide her with would potentially be of use for their investigation.
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As always, Baldr could not stop the light that followed his happy smile at the Lady Freya's insistence on fixing his food predicament. Like most Aesir, Baldr took comfort in food and it had been difficult living in the realm of the dead where it was an unnecessary extravagance. "That sounds like an excellent and delicious plan," he replied.
Blinking in surprise as the Lady Freya guided his gaze back to her face, he tried to stop the flush that was continuing to rise to his cheeks. He had never been good at dealing with attention that was so directed to him. Especially from the ladies of court - even those that he was close to, like the Lady Freya. "I... thank you, milady," he replied, slightly nervously, as he looked down to her with a matching smile.
His flush only deepened when a kiss was brushed against his cheek and she wrapped her hands around his arm. He nodded in response to her offer to go get him food, though her proximity in this instance had him uncomfortable. While he had, of course, walked arm-in-arm with the Lady Freya before, she had never been this... close to him. It was a bit unnerving - she was behaving more like the court ladies that terrified him than herself. He supposed that was likely the point, now that he thought about it...
With her on his arm, it was surprisingly easy to get to the food that was laid out all down the large banquet table. If he had known that it would be this easy, he would have asked for the Lady Freya's assistance earlier. Despite the embarrassment. Or perhaps the Lady Sif - he would have to keep her in mind for the next time this happened. Taking the offered plate from the Lady Freya, he stooped slightly to fill it with selections from the table.
The question had him frowning, as it was slightly complicated to put together completely. "I am not completely sure. I went to sleep in Helheim and I woke up in the forests of Asgard. Hela came to see me off, but even she did not understand what happened. She did say that the disturbance originated from Midgard, however, which is why I desire to venture there and investigate."[/style][style=width: 401px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; background-color:#fcf76b; text-align:right; color: #333333;]Freya Njordsdottir. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.[/style]
