As I suspected she would be, Freyja was plenty willing to
let me train at Idavoll. So that’s how I
spent my days for almost a month, learning the art of war firsthand from the finest
warriors the Valkyries could find over the course of thousands of years. With my memory I soaked it all up, tactics
for every occasion imaginable. I know
the war’s coming, I can feel it. And I’ll
be ready.
Freyja herself was present for a lot of it. Not fighting herself but…watching. Watching me, particularly, it seemed. Which was certainly flattering. I mean, there’s not really any debate that
she’s the most beautiful woman in Asgard.
You could probably make the argument that she’s the most beautiful of
all the Goddesses (though I’m sure that would be a very long argument I wouldn’t
want much of a part of). So having her
ogle me? Yeah, that’s definitely
flattering.
Eventually I made the offhand remark that with as much as
she was watching me I should get a show too.
I wasn’t expecting her to actually give me one back in Sessrumnir that
night. Or that it’d end up being the first
night I’d spend in her bed. It was…cathartic. I mean, I know it’s probably not the start of
anything serious. I’ve heard the myths of
how she got the Brising necklace too; and there’s a rather large gap between us
in terms of status, prestige, and power.
But still, I grew up alone for all intents and
purposes. It’s not hard to see that
Claire doesn’t like me; I don’t think Cindy’s particularly fond of me either,
and things with Ken certainly blew up. I’d
thought, originally, that Asgard was a place where I’d be accepted. But it’s plain to see that most of the Æsir
hold my lineage against me. I’m tolerated
there, no more, and there’s disdain in the eyes of most of the gods here when
they look at me. But not in hers. Which is why, even if it is “just” sex, well…acceptance
has never been an easy thing for me to find.
Though those two activities didn’t quite demand all of my
time. I also spent a fair bit of it
editing together all the footage I shot with my Einherjar before going to that
rather ill-fated wedding party. And this
one’s going to be good, I can feel it.
Part of it’s just my divine capabilities, sure. But I also just understand how to put
documentaries together better now too. But
yeah, I can’t wait until I have this one ready to be released. Because it’s going to be something special.
There was one other thing of note I did, easily the least
fruitful. I swung by Manannan Mac Lir’s
manor briefly. Since none of the Æsir
can figure out what’s going on with Helheim I wanted to ask him if he had any
idea. He’s a death god, and a
psychopomp, so he seemed to be as good a person to ask as any. But he didn’t have any answers for me…or
desire to even field my questions it seemed.
He seemed different, really. I
don’t know, I’m not exactly great at reading people. But he seemed different; from how he was when
I met him earlier, from everything Ken or Claire have ever said about him, and
from any myth I’ve ever heard about him.
It’s as if `He suddenly doesn’t want to help anyone, or he’s become
apathetic, or something. I don’t know, I
guess I’ll have to mention it to either Ken or Claire. Though I suspect we’re going to have far
larger worries on our hands…
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