Over The Rainbow (tag: Frigg)
There was something rather amusing, Hera thought, in flirting with the guardian who stood watch on the rainbow bridge while she waited for a guide to meet Frigg. A guide not because they thought her a threat, though she very well could be if she chose, but because she was a queen and as such was accorded little perks, like a personal escort. At least that was the official reason given. But they all knew, though they never outright said, that it was to keep an eye on the foreigner while she was there. The Norse were a little on the paranoid side, Hera had decided. The wall was one thing, but the escort? And the guardian on the bridge?
Then again, she found Heimdall very entertaining. Hera had the feeling that he actually rather disapproved of her, in a royal sense, but found her attractive as a goddess. He could give the Foot Guards at the Buckingham Palace a lesson in stoicism, but every once in a while, there was a flash of something in his eyes. It was a look Hera recognized. She was well aware of how attractive she was, it was something that had served her well in the past and would again in the future. But unfortunately, it was not something that she could use at the moment.
Which was a pity because Heimdall, she had a sneaking suspicion, would be rather fun to flirt with. Because he would resist. Oh yes, he would attempt to stay strong. Those broad shoulders, that hard look on his face, the ramrod straight back, they were all signs of a man that prided himself of being masculine and tough. Those were the ones that were the most fun to break. Just like the charmers were the most fun to tease until they cracked. It was in those moments of honesty that a woman got to see what a man was truly made of, and whether he was worth the effort. Besides, Hera fully enjoyed the game.
But whatever her thoughts on the guardian, they would have to be set aside, because her escort had finally arrived. Hera nodded her head regally and made the appropriate noises before being led off. She did resist the urge to turn her head and wink at Heimdall, which would not have been appropriate at all, even though she knew he was watching. She did, however, put a little extra swing in her hips as she walked. Having Anubis flirt with her had apparently awoken the coquette in her.
Perhaps, she mused as she walked, there was something about being the son of a ruler that made the flirting more effective. After all, Anubis, while very attractive, was not terribly polished. Hera had much more captivating men try their wiles on her. But it was more than just those pretty green eyes that had garnered her attention. And it certainly wasn’t limited to the Egyptians. Ninlil’s son had a definite appeal as well, for all he’d come with thunder and growling to offer what he thought was peace. It was why Hera had been so accommodating with Nergal, though she’d never let him know that.
And then there was the Norse princeling. Hermod. Now he was utterly adorable. Especially when he blushed. And inadvertently charming. Hera still recalled that he’d gone to retrieve a glass from his own home so that she would not have to use one of those carved from ice at the Winter Ball. Undoubtedly, he got those manners from his father. Hera would not be adverse to seeing either god again, but unfortunately, she was instead being led to see the Norse Queen.
At least it didn’t appear as though they were going to that awful room that Frigg seemed so fond of. Hera was sure that the woman chose to meet people there from time to time as a sort of informal and casual setting, to put them at ease. But really, it looked like some middle-aged spinster’s front parlor after she’d made a trip to the craft store. The only thing that was missing were the multitude of cats. Fortunately, that was not the room that Hera was ushered into, so she did not have to politely pretend that she wasn’t offended at being expected to sit in such a place. Which would keep her from saying something slyly offensive in return. Probably something about adorable Hermod.
Hera plastered a smile on her face as she entered, determined to keep this pleasant no matter how banal the frizzy-headed woman was. “Good afternoon, Frigg.”