| I'll Always Be Your Little Girl [tag: Njord] |
[26 Jun 2008|04:04pm] |
She sat on the wicker chair on the porch of her East Hampton estate, gazing out at the ocean. Her mind remained troubled, despite her best efforts to calm it. She'd arranged a lovely distraction in the form of Dionysos and his entourage. Then there had been Lottie. Lovely, sweet, soft Lottie. Their..interlude, as it were, had been just as lovely, but it had left Freyja with even more doubts. Answers. She needed answers. But she wasn't about to force a meeting with him until she was in a better frame of mind. As she was now, she was only likely to make a fool of herself. That was simply unacceptable.
She stood, walking slowly to the edge of the water. The waves and the breeze reminded her of someone. Someone she'd not seen in a long time, and who she suddenly realized she missed very much.
A moment later, she was standing on another beach, grinning at the sight of his home. They certainly had different tastes, the two of them. While Freyja far preferred opulence and beauty, Njord was a much more simple man, with simple tastes. He didn't need fancy trappings, he was simply content with what was necessary. It was something she sometimes admired, and at other times failed completely to understand.
Glancing around, she grinned even broader. There he was, on the water's edge, waxing a surfboard. Typical. He really was a little boy at heart most of the time. She adored that about him. She admired his handsome face from a distance for a moment. No man had ever been as beautiful as he was, not even her own brother. The two of them still owned the largest portion of her heart, and always would. A psychiatrist would probably question her deep connection to them, wondering if the loss of her mother might be behind the bond they shared. Perhaps. Then again, perhaps not. They had always been close, even before the Æsir came between them all, forcing a lifestyle on them that never would have been if not for the hostage exchange.
She walked toward him slowly, watching his muscles work as he worked the wax onto the surface of the board. As her shadow dropped onto his back, she greeted him softly.
"Hello, Daddy."
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