expect the unexpected.

Destroy My Muse On Anon

As she is sitting by the fire, Frigga gathers her hands in her lap, staring at it, but also as if withdrawing from it in fear... yet her eyes reflect not just the flames, but their ferocity, too. In the fireplace, they have been contained. Unlike them, the hurt that has been burning her soul ever since she lost Baldr burns on and on.

Destroy My Muse On Anon

“Perhaps so. I do know that Ragnarök is inevitable. And it will take us all down with itself when it happens... there are only a few who survive it,” the god mused. “I am not one of those people. And I’ve accepted it. Who else will slay Jörmungandr, if not me?”

(From the sentence starters. Potential Tobias x Freya, if that's okay)

❝...you do?❞ Freyja has lost track of time. Just how long have she and the stranger been sitting together in silence? And just when did they appear? Not that she minds, of course. On the contrary. Freyja is more than happy to be in someone’s company, though she also enjoys being alone.

This, however, was unexpected, she has to admit. As charming as Freyja’s looks can be, and as sweet - her words, she is a goddess of beauty, love and war, all three of them at the same time. How do people find warriors attractive? Is the point not to be fearsome instead?... But those are questions for another time.

❝Alright. Er. I am happy to hear that,❞ she says, offering a small smile.

❝I’m bored.❞ This is only part of the truth - as usual, the trickster has obscured some of it. It’s hard not to lie, especially in the face of potential danger. The truth is, he’s afraid. And Caspian’s presence brings comfort, at least to an extent. ❝No, this sounded terrible. I am sorry. I... I became scared. I had a bad dream.❞ Now he’s honest.

❝Well, I did grow a bit bored all by myself in the dark.❞ Technically, this is also true. ❝But I grew afraid. I had to make sure I had only died in my dreams... so I spoke to you.❞ There. That sounds closer to the truth, Loki. Not even you can lie all the damn time.