#sonofbaldr

For all the summer's sun, even if it was burning umber, a fiery orange from the white gold of a noon spring morning, it still did not warm Baldr's bones as he lingered in it's light. The cold of autumn could be felt there, seeping beneath the skin, dulling the star flame there that raged within his blood. He could see it on the trees, the vast swathes of forest that rippled their rust-tipped leaves in the wind's passing.

Winter was approaching, and so too was the darkness. Yet it was one that lay within the prince's mind than across the land. A waiting approached, a time where every breath seemed useless, only a counting of seconds, minutes, years, until the fated arrow should strike, until he was no more and Baldr left his legacy upon the world.

A golden creature, a being of light and truth, a friend, a husband, and a father.

Oh, how cruel a god was he, to leave such a soul in grief?

Dark eyes settled upon his son, looking to his own flesh and blood. Forseti was a fine young man, and yet to leave him would be devastating... To leave him and Nanna both would crush them, to be so murdered by Loki and a destiny was not what they deserved to be. And yet, Baldr had cursed them to suffer that fate, as he suffered his. He had led them, knowingly, to this path, and too late was it to turn about. 

It killed him inside to know that, and still love his child in the same heartbeat. 

Leiella was curled up in bed.  She had managed to sleep for a little before a nightmare woke her up.  Not that nightmares were out of the norm for her, but this one was a reply of Michael’s death, so there wasn’t going to be anymore sleep for her tonight.  

sonofbaldr

thenorsegoddessofwinter

"I had not realized it would be so cold here."