Necessity – shortly after Aesir-Vanir War [tag: Freyja]
There were so many perks to being able to claim Alfheim for himself. The first was, of course, that it was given to him so he wasn't even arrogant in claiming it, or so Freyr liked to think. The second was that the weather over his hall was whatever he really wished it to be. The third was that it was far away from Asgard and whatever hold Odin seemed to think he may have had over Freyr, his twin and their father. The fourth was the fact that what happened in Alfheim stayed in Alfheim because there was no one that had any reason to snitch and Odin's rules for Asgard didn't govern him there.
Freyr didn't really hate the Aesir. It was too strong of a word. He just didn't care for how they did things and changing things they had no business changing. Like his marriage. Freyja was Freyr's. He loved her over every other, his twin suited him perfectly. Together they would have beautiful and perfect children.
Or, they would have, if not for this rather disturbing situation that was ending their union.
At least that was what the Aesir thought.
Freyr was sprawled out over the bedding, bare as the day he had been borne, and basking in his sunshine as it poured through the windows. The drapes were never closed when it was warm and sunny. Never. And not generally at night either. Only inclimate weather would force him to draw them tight. His beautiful and sweet sister was near, he could still feel her skin touching him. She was still his wife. His. The Aesir could say whatever they wanted, nothing was taking Freyja from him.
The flesh beside him stirred. “Come. Lay in the sunshine with me.” His eyes were closed, but he was smiling. “Let's just enjoy the warmth of the sun,” then he turned his head to face her but had yet to open his sleepy eyes.