#freya mythology based . ― . ᚠ

[warmaiidensmovingagain]

(To Freya) Since Freyr refused to answer, we want to know if there’s any Vanir herbs safe for humans to consume?

"Well, assuming you are asking Freyr, I'm going to assume you might be asking what herbs are safe to consume that also will give you an enjoyable night?" Freya questioned as she placed a hand on her hip.

"Do you know how many nights I had to take care of him, making sure he didn't chase after a frog wanting to kiss it because 'she had the most beautiful voice?'" She couldn't help but chuckle a little as she waved her hand up. "Of course, I know safe herbs you can eat, but I do need you to be straight with me. Are you looking for sustainable herbs to add flavor to food, or do you want to get a high safely?"

[warmaiidens]

[ BRAID ]:          sender, sitting behind the receiver’s back, begins to braid their hair. (Dite for Freya) - singofus

Freya's body visibly relax as she sat in the hot water of the bathhouse. If not for the fact Aphrodite was braiding her hair, she might have leaned her head back and rested on her lap. "You're spoiling me," Freya whispered, as she spread her wings out, lowering them into the water and letting the hot water soak into her weary bones. She had been preening her feathers, cleaning them up but the moment Aphrodite decided to braid her hair it was all over with.

Freya couldn't focus as she just enjoyed the spoiling from her sweetheart. / @singofus

[warmaiidensmovingagain]

"I'll enjoy a taste, I'm sure you know best," Freya grinned, because she did come from here centuries ago. She's had plenty of chances to taste other drinks no doubt around Midgard.

The words were true but could not make it any easier. However, she found a laugh on her lips as Kassandra seem dissuaded from the thought the moment they got to the wine. "somehow I feel trying to pry you from this wine would be like telling a dog she can't have her bone anymore," Freya lightly teased but then tilted her head.

"Then we shall," Freya knew the pain of loss, immortality robbed even the gods of love for mortal souls. Though, she wondered if Kassandra struggled with closure or not. It was not a subject to broach though in the crowded streets of Athens. "Which wine are you going to pick?" Freya questioned, already pulling out a little bag of coins to pay for whatever Kassandra wanted.

wornempathy​:

Freya kept a careful eye upon the woman, concerned for her well-being. She had wished to do something kind in hopes to give her a small taste of home yet, she wondered if she was doing more harm than good. “Yes, just like that one. We had different kinds. Grapes, Strawberries, and Drauma fruit, all depend on the kind of sweetness one prefers. I’ve always enjoyed my strawberry wines, the one you had was made from Vreki fruit. I’ll make sure to get you some more,” Freya grinned as she chuckled a bit.

Her eyes glanced up at the Athenian though, the sharp look in his eyes as she narrowed her eyes back at the man as he kept walking by.

“I felt that way with Vanaheim. It's… a struggle to look at a place that use to be home but everything is different,” A part of her wanted to apologize for bringing her here now. “We… we can leave at any point, so you know,” She wanted to ensure she knew that, but Kassandra could smell the wine even more so she pulled her cloak around her and started to follow toward the winery houses in the market.

It was overstimulating at first, the sheer amount of people, the sights and sounds and smells. After all the time in the cottage in the countryside, it was jarring. But she acclimated by the time they were reaching the wine stands, oh she could never forget that smell, the grapes, any of it. This smelled like home, it smelled welcoming. “Greece is known for its grape wine. It’s the best, well on Midgard, I suppose.” 

Kassandra was too distracted looking at all the beautiful displays of grapes and decanters of wine at the stalls. So delightful.

“Change is inevitable. I will get over the loss of what was, the buildings don’t matter as much as the people.” She already started going through the different selections, pondering what would be the best options. “But we just got to the wine!” There was a pause, “besides, I still want to visit my old friend… I remember where she was buried, I should stop by and say hello.”

[warmaiidensmovingagain]

Hail Freyja

Hail to the mighty Vanadis

Hail to the beautiful sister of Freyr

Hail to the Lady of spinning, seidh, love, and passion

Bless and walk with us this day

A familiar prayer, one she had heard on the lips of people before. She never understood how she had such devotion but she never dissuaded people from praying to her in times of need or comfort. If she heard the prayer, she would come to her people, to help them. Listen, learn, to find out what they needed.

Freya selflessly aids her people, and she will always do so, in whatever they need. "I hope you are well, friend," she responds with a smile.

[warmaiidens]

A white dove lands on Freya's shoulder, lightly cooing and shuffled in close to press against her neck and cheek. Aphrodite has come to check on her love and huddles in close. Perhaps seeking comfort from the closeness as well.

Fingers brushed along some flowers she had tended too. The bright brilliant red of the anemone perked up to the sunlight as Freya smiled. Aphrodite's gardens always made her happy, the flowers blossom with such vibrant colors and they all turned to the sun for growth. A swoosh of wind caught her ear as she looked over toward the white dove.

"Hello, Sweetheart," Freya said as she dusted her hand off and reached over to pet the top of the dove's head. "hope I didn't worry you about not being in bed when you woke up. I just woke up early and decided to come to tend to the flowers. Did you sleep well?" The questions slipped as she loved how close Aphrodite snuggled into her and didn't push her away at all.

[warmaiidensmovingagain]

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[warmaiidens]

A smile touched her lips as Goliath spoke her regular name rather than the title. It gave her a sense of comfort, finding it more personable than the title that everyone seemed to call her. It made her feel distant and fake, and she found it a struggle to accept the title now. Besides, she was no longer queen of Asgard, and those in Vanaheim rejected her.

Not that she could go anywhere anyway; she was bound to Midgard now.

"Good," Freya's words slipped her lips, as she took a breath. She could no longer defend them (not that they needed her protection; but it was still given) but now, she could not even do that. Her lips parted for a moment but quieted and glanced down. How to express her situation in words didn't come easily; shamed by what she had done, what had happened to her, and now…. she lost everything she was. A ghost in a shell, wandering this land and trying to find a way to cope. "No, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I'm just glad to know that the clan is still safe," Freya said a sad smile on her lips. "I know you have business to take care of, I will not hinder you any longer,"

@warmaiidens continued from here

Despite the fact that she was a Queen several times over, Freya still insisted that Goliath call her by her name and not her title. He was working on becoming used to such things, but she had requested that he simply call her Freya when there was no need to stand on ceremony, and he would respect her wishes.

"Freya," he repeated, though it was still odd to be so informal with her. He inclined his head at her comment, acknowledging what she'd said. It had been quite some time since they had last seen her, and he was glad to see that she had returned. Though hopefully, things were better in her homeland than they had been the last time she had visited.

"My clan is well," he assured her, offering her something of a smile. "And as always, we look forward to your visits. Are things in your own home better than they were last time?" He hoped so, for her sake. She was always trying to do right by her people, and he respected her a great deal.

[warmaiidensmovingagain]

"Apologizes. I know it must be a lot, I hope I didn't overwhelm you," Freya admitted, as she couldn't imagine what it must be like to go through life believing one thing or another. The Nordic gods weren't even of her part of life. After what the Isu had done, many of them had retreated so far, closing themselves off from the Isu after the war that they had long since forgotten what the world was like. No wonder so much was lost in translation.

"They are, though they rarely travel nowadays. Fear keeps them… hidden from plain sight," Freya admitted as she leaned forward and tucked her hands into her lap. A quiet smile touched her lips as she looked at Kassandra. "I think this is one of the many reasons I love Midgard. The earth has such variety, more than any other realm does. Perhaps because it is the center of all the realms that co-exist within the planes of Yggdrasil. And from what I've been told, there are more realms out there, past even the nine realms that I know of," Freya admitted, as Tyr quite enjoyed exploring.

wornempathy​:

“In a land called Nidavellir, one of the nine realms, live the dwarves. They are master crafters and have created many different aspects of jewelry and weaponry. They crafted my necklace, Brisingamen,” Freya said, as she brushed her finger up against the amber jewelry on her neck. “It holds the light of the sun within it, when I need to use it I could light up an entire room with it if needed,” Freya explain as she looked back over to her.

“But they can craft many things, and I’m sure I could find a blacksmith who could craft me a stone to provide you with what I am thinking of. If you ever wish to travel with me there, you are welcome to. Nidavellir is a beautiful land; rivers and lakes fill the land with peaks higher than these in Norway,”

The request to stay on the cliff came with a nod and smile. “Of course, as long as you want,” There was no hurry, as Freya shifted to lay back on the ground, a bigger view of the sky above.

The more she learned about what truly existed outside of what the Isu had told and showed her, the more her mind reeled from it. To go through life doubting the gods and finding your beliefs validated only to find out centuries later that was all built on lies too. “That… is a lot of information to take in.” She said, her attention turning to the amber necklace around her neck. “It’s beautiful, the craftsmanship is nice.” Let alone that the power it held.

“I didn’t even realize the dwarves were real…” that was the part that threw her off the most, she’d heard stories of them in folk lore since coming to Norway but didn’t think they could possibly be real. So much of what she knew was being challenged these days. It was a lot to take in. “I might like that.”

“We didn’t have the lights like this back home.” She said, staring up as she hugged her knees. You could see so many stars in the sky, bands of light running through it… but nothing quite like this. It’s like looking into another world.”

[warmaiidensmovingagain]

Her words didn't sound so confident, as Freya glanced over. "Leave it to the gods, as it were," Freya said, a saying she had heard one too many times. Even Freya sometimes left it to the Valkyries who she trusted more than anyone else; save for perhaps Freyr.

"Different is one way to put it," She mused as she brushed her hand against the dirt and quieted the magic as she stood back up.

A nod crossed her head. "The Isu like to play games, are cruel to heart, and confident they were the new gods. Many of the gods, because of that, retreated. Hidden from all; Isu and mortals alike. Not all of us hide, some fought and tried to press back. But, in the end, they named themselves gods to rule over man," Freya still did not believe in the idea of creating Isu, yet the gods wanted to rule and they in turn created those who would fight back. and The isu copied history as they, in turn, created humans.

A never-ending cycle it seemed. Freya preferred to aid, rather than to create. And protect them to rule. "It is a lot to take in, and in very little time. I don't care to be called a Goddess, but it seems that's what most people on Midgard know me as. It's easier to just state it that way than gloss over it,"

wornempathy​:

“It was not my intention,” Freya offered as she looked over her shoulder. “They won’t, and that’s a worthy endeavor,” Freya admitted. To seek to protect others, she looked at the pile of bodies being engulfed into the ground: not many would go out of their way to protect other people.

At the surprise of her magic, Freya just softly smiled, her magic finishing dragging the bodies to the ground. “They were pulled under the ground by roots and vines. They will decay and return the earth as they should,” Freya expressed and dusted her hands off on her outfit. “As I told you, I am Freya. Goddess of death, war, and magic,” Or just a few of them. There were others, but about the current situation, these were the most logical ones to state. “For someone who is singularly unique and one of a kind, you certainly sound surprised to see something just as unique,” A light jest as the land soften and quiet, with not a blood stain to be seen or bodies to be noticed.

“I suppose.” Though it didn’t always feel worthy. It felt like an empty gesture to convince herself that maybe there was something good left inside her and that she wasn’t just the monster the Staff had corrupted her into. “I don’t judge what’s worthy or what isn’t. I do what has to be done an nothing more.”

“That’s…” it intrigued her to no end, “different.” It was the only thing she could manage at the moment. Freya had emphasised who she was multiple times and yet it always felt so unreal to her. There were no gods, it was Isu, it was only the Isu. She had been told as such over and over again. Not that she found the Isu to be honest creatures either but somehow it felt more real to her than the idea of so many pantheons of gods around the world. “I was led to believe the gods were lies, that only the Isu existed. So this is all a little jarring to me, that’s all.”

[warmaiidensmovingagain]

Freya's eyes turned to look over at the woman who spoke up and shouted for her to wait. She held onto logs in her arms, shifting them slightly so that the balance was comfortable and the bark not digging too deeply into her skin. Freya hadn't actually expected Kassandra to call out as she looked over at her grabbing some logs.

"It's going to be a bit of a cold night, be good to have some logs to keep the fire going," Freya said as she looked at her with the logs. "Thank you for the help," She smiled softly as she started to walk back next to her. "What's on your mind tonight, Kassandra?" Freya asked as she looked over at her. "If you wish to speak about it, that is,"

wornempathy​:

Freya found it hard to believe, as she stood here in the darkness of the night and yet she didn’t care? Eyes flicked over noticing the tension in her neck, the muscles tighten as Freya took a breath. Air slipped through her lungs as she soon would leave her be. Except the next question caused Freya to turn around. “Perhaps not immediately, but look to the sky,” Freya stated, as the colors started to shift. Pink and purple gleamed, along with the shimmer of green as the Aurora Borealis shined up in the cloudy night. It didn’t need stars or the moon to shine and worked through the clouds.

For now, Freya wouldn’t hover. She was stubborn in her attempts to learn of the woman, but she would not over-exceed her welcome to piss her off. Freya just sensed something within her, something that was… lonely. Lost. She couldn’t just leave her alone, but she would give her space. Freya reached over, picking up several heavy logs into her arms, heaving them up as she glanced at the other few. She have to come back later for them and started to carry them back toward her cottage. The fire dwindled and needed to be rekindled with new logs and the chill brisked against her visible skin.

Why did this woman care so much? Why did anyone care so much? Maybe she had let the years and darkness and loneliness wear on her so much that she forgot what it meant to be human, what it meant to care about others, truly, beyond some superficial duty she was only performing so her life held some sort of meaning behind it. Her eyes cast up at the Aurora Borealis. Dancing lights in the darkness. Like some kind of perfectly timed life lesson about light in the darkness.

She didn’t want to listen to some life lessons imparted by a goddess who was suddenly making Kassandra her business. And yet. She swore under her breath, leather wraps creaking as she clenched her fist tightly. Was she being so easily read? Against her better judgement, she turned, seeing the woman eyeing the other heavy logs before walking off with the load already in her arms. Malaka. She didn’t even know why she was doing this as she walked over and grabbed the other logs and followed the woman deeper into the woods. “Wait!”