Wings of Freedom

Shall I? ||

“You.” Hel’s eyes widened as she watched one of her precious, most protected treats in the hands of that conniving, good-for-nothing Aesir disappear agonizingly slow into the cavern that was his mouth. If she could scream her protest she would, but she could only stare in horror. Even as Freyr gobbled up the chocolate Jorgmangandur did the world.

“Me.” She hisses, marching ramrod straight towards the taller god, contemplating shoving her entire hand down his gullet to retrieve her chocolate. “I’m about to fight you.” Her voice raises in volume with each word and the shadows danced behind her like flickers of flame. 

“STOP IT!” She reaches to catch his hand going back towards her snack bar and picking up another chocolate piece. “If you dare eat another piece I swear on Odin’s beard it will be your last, Freyr.” She hissed and tries to aim a swipe at the other.

Her anger was too funny sometimes. She was like a tiny bunny who was soft and fluffy and her anger was just as cute. He instead settled in one of the armchairs in her office with a grin. “When you get angry, it’s absolutely the cutest!” he exclaimed, grinning. After all, he’d been in a fairly good mood and even Hel threatening to kill him or fight him wasn’t about to put a damper on his good mood. “I was curious, where do you buy your chocolates,” he asked, looking at her and then at her candy jars. 

Oh ho ho, she was getting fired up. Freyr simply leaned back instead as she marched towards him. “Have some fun, hel, I was merely teasing,” he exclaimed. As she stated that she was about to fight him, Freyr let a smirk rise on his lips. “Oh that would be a fun fight for everyone to watch. Two gods go head to head,” he hummed. Tempting. It’s been a while since he’d gone all out. 

To become so infatuated with a God was so easy- Freyr was so handsome and sweet. Men before him had shown her interest, but none of them could compare- none of them cared for her passions or how much she hated math. Of course she had received her far share of criticism over their little affair, but how could she help it when even her father had fallen for the same celestial draw. Nothing bad had come of that so she wouldn’t worry on silly concerns; couldn’t when she was wrapped up around Freyr’s arm and absolutely blissful.

“Well… I’m auditioning soon for a ballet production at the University, so hopefully you’ll be able to see me dance on stage~ I’m really hoping I’ll get a part, even though I’ve just started in the program.”

Giggling as she’s spun the demigoddess rises to her tip toes to place a sweet little kiss on his lips when they come back together, stopped outside of the restaurant.

“Do I get to go home with you tonight after we eat?”

He opened the door for her and stepped aside, winking with a grin. “A ballet show? I really hope that you get a big role! You’re already a stunning dancer,” he stated, wrapping an arm around her waist. How lucky did he actually get? To get such a pretty girl in his life. “I’m sure the casting humans will recognize that talents and give you a good role, where you can shine. And then when you do, i’ll be there in the front row, watching you dance every show,” he adds, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

Sure they had a lot of questions with their relationship, but he adored her to bits and pieces. “How was the day at work today? i know i came close to the end of your shift,” he stated, with a grin.  

Blair wasn’t quite sure which annoyed her more - her father’s suggestion that she might have any love and affection for him, or being called cute. Either was rather disgusting and the cynic in her assumed Freyr only wanted her to stick around and test the food for arsenic. “Or how about we not talk about that?” she retorted, “Because I have no interests in your excuses either way.”

Still, she didn’t leave and instead took a seat on the couch across from her father - albeit begrudgingly. She would have been too early for work anyway and didn’t want to waste money on eating out for lunch. “Just eat,” she grumbled, her elbows resting on the table, “I have to get to work in an hour. Unlike a God, I’m not working for fun.”

Blair was still somewhat bitter over how tough life in Jeonju had been for them. As much as it wasn’t really Freyr fault, having someone to blame made things easier. Her mother had always worked herself to the bone, smiled through all of the gossip and abusive from the neighbours, just to give Blair a better childhood. And yet she still rebelled, caused her mother so much heartache. “I don’t get it,” she mumbled, at first just staring at the food, but then looking right back up at Freyr, “What did she even see in you?”

Hey, if she seemed annoyed by his implication that there was love and affection there for him, he accomplished his whole goal. He chuckled as she protested and insisted that they do not talk about that. Fair, it would have been a quite long conversation. “Fair. I’ll respect that. We don’t have to talk about it,” he stated, with a grin. 

He set up the dishes that she brought on the coffee table and set up two plates with a set of chopsticks and forks. Freyr set two glasses. “Did you want a drink? I have soda, alcohol, whatever you want,” he asked. He nodded as she stated that she had to get to work in an hour, and flopped down on the sofa with a grin. Digging into the food, he groaned in delight. “Mmm. Your mom’s recipes are bomb!” he exclaimed. “Well I also have to go to work but like if you’re having some issues with money, you know I can always lend you money,” he stated. 

Suspicious || 

"But here you are right now, hyung.” Minho remarks lightly, the friendly smile still in his place. While he could probably credit the god for his curiosity about his existence, Minho still wanted to know why now of all times did the other choose to invite and spend time with him. Still, he was wary enough to be polite about it. As Freyr continued talking about his powers, Minho definitely felt he should tread more lightly.

“While I can say, I hope he doesn’t take an interest, I’ll follow your lead about him, hyung.” He gives a nod and another shrug. Honestly, Minho wasn’t entirely sure how he would react if he met Njord again. He didn’t bother showing up when his mother died, and that had been impression enough.

Minho watches with fascination as the weather changes like turning on a light switch—gaping at the sight out the window before turning back to Freyr. “Well, it’s pretty impressive to me; all I can do is basically summon a breeze here and there. Though I have tried to fly—with various results.” He gives a grimace at the memory of ending up in the hospital a couple of weeks back. “I only ask cause I would love to get some expertise on how to get a handle on my powers, it comes in handy at work, but would be better if I could control it fully…” Minho trails off, taking a sip of his coffee before he is struck with a thought.

“What about noona? Would she have powers like mine?”

Minho was right. Here he was. “You make me sound like someone who’s only out for the power and making sure that you belong to the pantheon,” Freyr laughs. the sky darkens for a moment. The comment did indirectly irk him. “I did say that I do not care for the powers and that whole thing that the Aesir have going on. It has never been my concern,” he stated. Freyr set the cup down in front of him and leaned back with a grin. His own powers were quite the twist for some people, since he never hid his emotions. 

He laughs at the comment about their dad. “Oh yeah, i do recommend. Njord is honestly a pain. I’m actually kind of glad that i could escape him in Alfheim,” he adds. Honestly he had no idea how he’d react as well to seeing his father again. He hadn’t been very present in his own life and was the one who’d set up the trade that the three of them would be the ones to join the aesir. “To be very frank, Minho, my dear, i have no idea how i’d react to seeing the man again, but that’s a potential matter for the future,” he adds. 

blossoms & prejudice

“Natural, uh.” Hecate smirked amusingly as she took a sip from her glass, giving his words some thought but refraining for speaker her mind. “To each their own, I guess.” Everyone was entitled of their own opinion and even though she held a lot of prejudice against the many aspects of many deities, the Greek knew better than to simply splurge them entirely out loud to anyone. She would scratch the surface, but never bite if unprovoked.

Freyr’s easiness to accept her dodge from speaking regarding her own life actually impressed her and Hecate rose her glass as in a nod to appreciate that gesture. The goddess listened to him quietly and she could feel his stance from the raise of brow, noting to herself that most likely, Freyr had been asked about his relationship multiple time and there she was, doing so as well. “Please don’t get me wrong Freyr. Your love life is your own business, I am asking solely out of… harmless curiosity.”

His choice of words to describe his relationship fascinated Hecate. To hear a deity to actually having feelings of a human, or in this case, a demi was something she’d thought it wouldn’t be likely, even if Hecate had experienced it before. “As it ever made you scared? We’re gods, we have been here and will be here for a long time… How do you know what you have, what you feel is real?” For an outsider her questions would probably sound ridiculous, Hecate herself couldn’t make sense of her mind sometimes so she wouldn’t blame Freyr if he would struggle to comprehend. 

Hecate looked at her glass for a few seconds, figuring out a way to give him some context without revealing too much of her own mind. “Are you not concerned you may end up hurting them?” Alas, instead of working on the puzzle, she simply added another question.

Freyr chuckled leaning back in the booth, holding onto his glass with a casual grin. “Well, i do happen to be the god of prosperity, peace and fertility,” he added. “All very natural,” he hummed, in response. He sipped at his wine, deep in thought. the Greeks were quite the fascinating with their own dramas and he was rather intrigued by Hecate. the goddess reminded freyr a lot of his friends back on asgard with her similar skeptical views. 

“Harmless curiosity?” he asked, when she stated that she was only asking because of curiosity and that his love life was his own. He gazed across his glass at her with a grin. “Rarely that a question is asked for just harmless curiosity, but I shall indulge you,” he stated. “It’s not the first time i’ve been asked about my relationship and i’m quite sure that it won’t be the last, after all, it is fascinating,” he adds. 

He narrowed his gaze at her. He had a feeling this wasn’t just harmless curiosity, but he’d said that he would indulge her and so he would. He wasn’t one to break promises. As Hecate spoke about fear and that how did he know that what he felt was real, Freyr pondered as to how he could reply without seeming too obnoxious. When she paused, he was about to answer but then she had thrown the other question. Hurting them. freyr set the glass that he’d been holding on the table and instead gazed at her crossing his arms. “Let me start off by saying that unlike the rest of my Norse companions in the pantheon, I have been quite lucky to have fallen in love once before ragnarok and not been a slut like say Loki or Thor or god forbid, Dad,” he started. 

Shall I? ||

Hel’s eyes were already narrowed as she sensed the scent and power of one Aesir hovering inside her office. Sure enough, the minute she stepped inside, a snarl escaped discovering who it was. 

“Fight’s not until this evening,” She says impolitely, already glaring at the smug look of Freyr, half draped across her candy jars like a cat caught with a cream. “If you’re looking for entertainment, you have come to the wrong place.”

She marched over to her bar, though loathe it was for her to even get anywhere near Freyr, but she had to double check if—”Did you eat my gummy bears?” Her tone was dangerously calm.

Freyr reached for a chocolate bonbon and shrugged as though he hadn’t been caught with his hand in the candy jars, draped like a cat across the candy bar. “Of course not. You know I don’t like the gummy bears. However, you do have impeccable taste in chocolate,” he states, popping the chocolate into his mouth. “Besides, I have a day off today, therefore I have come to you and bother you until the fight,” he states, leaning against the candy bar. 

Delivery Girl | Blair & Freyr

If it were up to Blair, she’d have just left the bag at the door and left. It wasn’t that Freyr had ever wronged her; in fact, her mother had never even said a bad word about him. However, she had been witness to all of the abuse her mother had faced as a single mother, hearing all of the fake gossip around them, and also Blair couldn’t help but blame Freyr for all of it.

“Yeah well she can’t send food over so I had to cook it,” Blair grumbled, arms crossed over her chest, “It’s not poisoned but don’t complain if it tastes crap.” Though in retrospect, she might not have been above slipping a diuretic into her father’s food, if only it would have any effect.

“You’re curious? Seriously?” she retorted, eyes widened in surprise. The storm clouds fought with the sun outside, initially pushed away but suddenly filling with rage. “What do you expect? That we’ll suddenly start having heart-to-hearts over chicken as though you weren’t gone for most of my life?”

Freyr’s former relationships had been short lived and he’d initially ran at the sign of commitments, afraid to face the whole idea of losing someone dear and close to him again. However, he’d made the amends, the effort to apologize for his prior behaviours and thankfully his exes had been understanding. He chuckled at his daughter’s casual bitterness, just letting it go. He knew that he was to blame, and he wasn’t going to deny it. 

“Well, I’m sure it still delicious. After all, you’re the one who cooked it with your love and affection for me,” he exclaimed, laughing a bit. The god had been in a semi-good mood for most of the day and this wasn’t going to ruin his day at all. “You’re so cute when you grumble,” he grinned. 

Preening under the God’s attention Jinny sighed, lacing their fingers and peppering affectionate little kisses over Freyr’s knuckles. She took a moment to appreciate the rings he wore, admiring how royal he always seemed.

“Really?!”

Eyes lighting up the ballerina visibly debated, gaze flickering to the side as they walked. Dancing was her escape and her passion- she would never stop enjoying it, but…

“I want to spend time just with you, though. We don’t even need to go anywhere if you don’t want to. I want to spend a whole day in bed, just us.”

He nodded, laughing at her affectionate kisses and caresses. He pressed a kiss to her fingers, tangling their hands together. How did he really get so lucky that such a pretty girl was in his life? 

“Really. Seeing you dance brings me a lot of joy. You always look so graceful and so dignified,” he hums in response. He really did love watching her dance, as it was her escape and passion, her grace and softness brought him joy. A momentary escape from the demons in his head. 

 ( .... ) 

   Was anyone worth cutting up the pieces of himself and sharing them? Invidia tucks closer to the god beside him. Had he been touched in a way he didn’t understand the full weight of; some deeper part of the makeup of who he is tainted by giving too much. This profession had never been this taxing before. What had changed? His eyes burn and he closes them again. He doesn’t want to think anymore. Under the softness of his breath he says the mantra of all in his profession to tether himself for a moment:

   “I belong to myself.”

  It’s so so soft that it’s only perceived because of how near they are to each other and the way his deep voice rumbles against where he leans to the deity. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything right now, just that your shirt feels so nice.” He sighs and runs a hand over it. “Take me home,” he resigns for the night, knowing he won’t do what he came to do this evening. “I’ll…we’ll reschedule for when I’m not a mess.”

        the silence was telling. while initially freyr had gone to babylon simply out of his own curiosity and wanting to know who else works with his dear girl, he hadn’t expected this and honestly, it told him more than he could have ever learned with touch. the god was incredibly attuned to emotions (maybe it was becuase his own showed like the weather outside) so it was easy to see that the profession had taken a toll on the young demigod.

       a part of freyr felt sadness in his heart for the young man trapped in this position. it was true though that drunk words were often sober thoughts and that the tough questions had to be asked to survive in this cruel cruel world. another part of freyr however, felt anger and hatred for the situation that Invidia was in. he was a nice kid, who didn't deserve to be second place for anyone. as much as his own words had been cruel, it was sometimes a necessary evil to tangle with. too much holding back of emotions could lead to that disgusting feeling of loneliness and self hate creep in and he wouldn't wish that on anyone. that was a heavy burden and not a lot of people could deal with that. 

        the god finished off his drink instead and leaned back with a sigh, still letting himself be a comfort to the boy. "emotions in this line of business are a cruel cruel thing and getting attached is pain itself," he stated. as much as freyr was a god of peace, prosperity and fertility, there was a time that those words and powers took on a different meaning. 

         once nv whispered that he belonged to himself, freyr smiled. "that's good. that's where it starts. when you place yourself higher for your own sake and not care how it affects everyone else," he stated.

          "i'll take you home, and as for rescheduling, don't worry about it. the vulnerability of emotions told me a lot more than you think. it's all a telling thing," Freyr said. He swept NV into his arms with ease so that he could keep the other close allowing him the comfort of his shirt. "it is a rather intriguing thing, though, my dear. Emotions do tell a lot about a person. You can hide them but eventually it all boils over and you have to deal with the consequences." he said, looking at NV.

@mpbixia

The God had noticed that a certain Chinese deity was around quite a bit as a client. He had spotted her sitting around Sakura, writing notes and then leaving. So of course, one afternoon when he had no clients himself, he sidled over to her table and smiled politely. “Miss Bixia Yuanjin, you do take your time to approach us,” he stated. “May I join you?” he asked, and sitting down when he had her approval. 

“Are you enjoying your visit to Sakura?” he asked, curious. The God had a feeling that she was here for an ulterior reason but of course, it could just be his own thoughts. “I see you here, writing, making notes. I’m sure Sakura isn’t that interesting of a subject for a psychologist morning goddess,” he stated, crossing his arms. He stared at her with that typical cold polite gaze that he often reserved for everyone else in his life. 

blossoms & prejudice

The other could be many things, but at the very least, Freyr did not refuse is past ways and habits. Yet the reminder of his old days made Hecate roll her eyes lightly. The aversion to people that rejoiced deeply in the physical desire, was almost automatic even if Hecate did her best to try understand that was just the way things were amongst other deities and even humans. “At the very least you’re brave enough to admit it. As pitiful as it is.” The last sentence had an obvious sound of harmless mockery, as Freyr was probably familiar with her mindset by now.

Hecate’s eyes were stuch in the glass as the drink got prepared and held it closely. “Oh no, Freyr. We’re not doing…”- the hand that held the cup rose its index finger, pointing it at him- “…this.”  Hecate could be in a deep state of emotional affliction, but she knew better than to simply splurge her thoughts to another deity, even more when she’d be in a position of a client. Hecate took a sip of her drink, way longer than she intended but subconsciously her body asked to be indulged into the wine. “So, I haven’t been here for longer but, I’m curious Freyr. You’ve fallen for a demi?” Her interest over his private life had a reasoning, a way for Hecate to come to terms of her own problems. Hecate smiled in a mischievous way, seeking to turn the subject, studying his reaction.

He never refused his past. It was no secret that the god used to be worse than he is now. The fact that he managed to annoy Hecate even a slight bit made him smirk. He was all about the physical desire, the affection, the romance of falling in love but never really staying in love. “Au contraire, my dear Hecate, i’ve always held that thought. It’s not pitiful when it’s already a natural way of life,” he added, leaning back and focusing on her over his glass.