( she lets the body
down with a grunt,
and wipes her hands
on her dress. )
i’m fine, love .. don’t
worry. just .. a stressful
few days. we can have
dinner when you return,
hm? how does that sound?
( liarrrr … Lie! quickly
moving on! )
( rolling her eyes. )
i am unbelievably
tired of being told
what i should think-
( stopping herself,
quickly. ) excuse me,
hunny. i’m not sure
where * that came from.
her lip wobbles, and
her feet carry her to
the dresser where she
fishes an old blade from
the debts of a drawer.
“be that way, then.” her
voice, held as steady as
it can be. “you have fun,
too, *baldur.”
light feet carry her out
of their room, her
footsteps +
⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀he stops then . only for a moment , casting a glance over his bare tattooed shoulder as if to say something in protest .
〝 have fun . 〞
⠀⠀⠀
she shuffles across
the floor, watching ..
biting hard at her
bottom lip as she tries
to get to him.
she hates to be a burden,
to beg and plea with him
for a simple dinner.
“i may pay a visit to
midgard soon,” a lie,
anything to catch his
interest. “on my own.”
⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀〝 sounds nice . 〞
his voice is a million miles away , cold as though he hadn't really been listening .
the flame dances , scorching his palm , leaving no marks as though it weren't even there .
⠀⠀⠀
( she’s never been
the strongest, but
if there’s a will .. )
i could — speak to
him? it’s not like i
often ask him for things..
and much less for my
son to be home an
extra night.
⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀₍ he inherited only part of his father's strength , enough to make the lift all but trivial . ₎⠀⠀
I'd like to but the all father
wants me to go to vanaheim .
⠀⠀⠀
.. she takes a
deep breath, wringing
hands around each-other
in front of herself.
“i.. have a plan for
dinner, if you’re staying
home for the night.”
her attempts to
communicate have
gone unheard in the
past. aching heart
yearns for a connection
long forgotten.
she pouts, gently ..
ducking her face into
his shoulder for only
a moment. composing
herself.
she peels off him, near
immediately. “i’m happy
you’re home.” her hands
fold together in front of
her stomach.
“i have more than
enough right,” she
furrows her brows,
offended ..
“excuse me, my queen.”
she stands, gathering
her things and raising
her hand in the direction
of a small girl who is
excitedly watching the
training nearby.
“we’re going inside, tiny!”
the small +
“practice, and time ..
baldur doesn’t wish
for me to do much work.
though, i chip in where i
can without him knowing.”
she hums, folding her
hands in her lap. glancing
at freya next to her.
“freya, i can see
your interest .. come,
sit.” Nanna’s eyes
wrinkle in a smile, and
she discards her work
momentarily to wave
her closer. “i don’t bite.”