Goddess of Death

((Just want people to know I’m still around over here. I don’t have as much to do here as I do my other blog so that one usually gets my focus.))

     Truthfully, even she didn’t know. This revelation had completely thrown her off. Still, she stayed quiet, trying to figure it out before she replied. “Continue on with the plan I suppose. Figure out the... other details later.” It was the easiest thing to do, and she’d already started it. Might as well be sure to finish it, see it through to the end. At least then when everything was said and done they could truly focus on the matters that were raised with this conversation.

     That was fair, she had never really been given much of a chance to be a mother. She was glad she could at least tell him all the truths Odin had kept from him. “Better to know the harsh truth than be blinded by a kind lie.” She merely responded. That was how she’d always seen it anyway, when it came to important matters such as this. Maybe if Odin had followed those words, none of this would have happened. Well, then again she would of had to of been raised differently as well.

     Of course that would be the one thing he chose not to lie about. Sighing again, her head shook some, not quite sure what else to say. Though, hearing his second statement, she blinked a little and finally looked back up at him. “Really, you think I’m decent?” Her tone was more amazed than anything else. She hadn’t even been there like she’d been planning on, and he still thought she was alright?

     Taking a deep breath, her hands rested in her lap. Head facing his direction, but her eyes looked off to the side. “Laufey and I only really ever had a, professional relationship. I knew what Odin was planning on doing, his wanting to lock me away, so in exchange for helping Jotunheim I was allowed to hide among them.” She paused, now looking downwards. “One thing led to another, and soon enough you were born on... That night, that... Very eventful night.” She sighed. “I was exhausted, not at my full strength. I told him, I told Laufey to hide you, before I was caught. Thinking back on it, how quick he seemed to turn me over, I should have realized he wouldn’t do as I asked.”

     Another laugh left her. “Well, I can’t say you’re wrong about that, but you know Mama and Papa will get mad if you hurt someone.” One hand stayed up as she kept petting him, enjoying the feel of his fur while her other settled beside her.

     A laugh left her as her brother gave her his own version of an embrace. She’d stumbled some, given how fast he’d been running, but she wasn’t hurt. Fingers running through the fur on either side of his head, she smiled. “Fen please, you gotta be careful. Not everyone is as resilient as I am you know.”

     “Sounds about right, yeah.” A chuckle of her own left her, hand lowering to rest in her lap now. “Still, she does have a point, you both gotta start remembering how dangerous you can be, especially since you’re still growing.”

     A soft snort left her, suppressing a full on laugh. “Yeah, you need to watch that.” She teased, amused despite what could have happened. “Though, to be fair Fenrir could cause the same with one of his bites.” Minus the poison obviously.

     “After hearing the stories, yeah I can understand why.”

     Moving to sit down, being mindful of him of course, she relaxed as she continued to idly pet him. “What’ve you been up to today?” She asked, smiling as she looked at him.

     “I don’t know why you seemed so worried about it, we’re not like you and Uncle Thor.”

     “What? Better than us arguing I’m sure.”

     “I certainly owe you that much.” She replied, giving a nod as she turned to go inside at his suggestion. Part of her wanted to go right to the throne, but later. Now wasn’t the time for that, there’d be plenty time later. Other than some of the decor, it was nice to see not much had changed. It made things easier to navigate. Finding one of the drawing rooms, she stepped inside and found a place to sit, waiting for Loki to join her. She was glad she’d been thinking of where to start, it made things easier.

     Well, at least he hadn’t lashed out. Or more so, he hadn’t done so yet. She stayed silent a long while, even after he spoke. She could only imagine it was. Her gaze aimed downwards, she finally found something to say. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think would happen.” It wasn’t much she could offer, but if he wanted an explanation, she was already working on one in her mind. So much had spiraled out of control, she hated it. It seemed like nothing she had planned on had worked, other than escaping once Odin died.