pin_up_girl (pin_up_girl) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2010-04-05 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | children, erato, npc, valentine ames |
Who: Val and Freyr
What: Domestic discussions
Where: Washington DC
When: After the battle with Subrosa
Warnings: none
It had taken some patience and some doing, but Val had finally been able to extract herself and the babies from the awkward situation with Atlas up in Frigga's apartment. Despite the big blow up, she felt oddly calm about everything--relaxed even! (If such a thing were truly possible with a Titan involved).
"[My lovelies, you must be all tired out,]" she cooed, placing her children in their cribs before looking around Freyr's quiet DC apartment. Maybe she would do some light sprucing up--the place felt very vacant. She set about on a hunt for the cleaning supplies.
Quiet for only that moment because in the next, the Aesir/Vanir returned. Their was wooting and hollaring in their post-battle glee. Any sense of the bittersweet end was gone from their tone and voices. The death of Zeus didn't exist for them. It didn't apply for them. The Aesir chanted in their native tongues, it echoed against the walls, which was impressive considering how the thick the walls were. The two Vanir sang in their own beautiful tongue but their song was beautiful as it was cruel in sound, and met the chanting in perfect harmony. But the sound began to settle, if only because most of them were heading to a communial room to drink and feast after a blood-letting.
Freyr broke away from the pack and headed to his apartment. It was one of the earlier ones in the residence tower and he opened the door shouting, "Wife! $Wife! Tiny Wife!$" he called out to her in both English and Elven before sweeping her up into his arms, pulling her away from the child, laying her down on the floor and kissing her passionately after throwing his helmet down at the door. His armor was covered in blood and now it pressed against her as he returned to his tiny wife.
Maybe he was starting to be a bad influence on her, but Erato didn't mind the blood. She especially didn't mind the blood when he was kissing her face off, which he was. Her hands found his face, keeping his lips close for a moment. He was so excited--things had to have gone well, right? "$Welcome home...$"
She didn't know much Elven, but she was learning. Simple phrases were the easy part. She looked up at him with a happy smile, drinking him in as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"I thought about you the whole helicopter ride back," he murmured against her skin as he kissed down her throat. "I'm glad you are here and not in Miami."
It was hard to thinking about anything else when her attractive husband was showering her with affection, but somehow Erato managed. The mention of Miami made her think of why she had left Miami, and the thought of Herakles had brought up the memory of Apollo, and...
"There's something I need to tell you," Erato murmured, gently lifting his face from her body.
He paused kissing her as he reached her collar bone. His hands stopped midaction of beginning to undo her top to gain more skin... The children so close were either forgotten by the Vanir or he was simply unconcerned with them being right there. He glanced up at her. "Right now?"
"Right now." Because if she waited and he was unhappy, then he would be super unhappy. She tapped a kiss on his cheek. "I need to be honest with you...while I was taking care of Herakles, something happened with Apollo."
Battle still clung to him. The joy of battle's end quickly turned into preparation for battle's start, mixing with the protective urge that only a dutifully husband could muster. His bright green eyes caught hers and stared down at him, "What did he do? Tell me."
Val realized she could have phrased that more eloquently. It seemed she had already invoked the anger she didn't want. "He didn't do any--" She struggled to find the right words. "We--"
Freyr's anger softened and he settled back against his wife. Not something he had to take the helicopter to Miami for and crush another god's head in. For once he wasn't disappointed about that fact. "Don't rile me up like that."
"I know. I'm sorry. That was ridiculously not eloquent of me." Val murmured, touching his cheek. She watched him, waiting for signs of further anger.
The anger was gone again as he turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand. Wait, no. She told him to wait. Something was important. "Hurry up about this."
"Oh..." She thought he had understood already. She flushed crimson, glancing away from him. "Well. We. Had sex."
He certainly did now and her words had done the impossible - it had immediately took the Norse god of fertility out of the mood even after a grand battle. He eased off her, first to his knees and then slowly to his feet. "Oh..."
Val frowned, lying there for a moment before rolling to her side and sitting up. "I'm sorry...it's just. You know what he means to me."
Freyr sighed a little but nodded as he moved away from her to kiss his triplets hello and then kept moving. His armor had to come off now and normal clothing had to be put on. He unbuckled the breastplate part of the armor first and let it fall to the bedroom floor. "I know what he means to you." Not that he understood why. "I didn't marry a muse and not understand that," he explained with a wall between them.
"Freyr..." Val stood and followed him, fretting with each passing moment. "It doesn't mean I love you any less. You know I love you so much, don't you?"
"I know." Freyr pulled off the underpadding for the armor and scratched at the back of his vigorlessly. He moved closer to her and put his hands onto her shoulders. "Listen, I know. That doesn't mean I have to like knowing you just slept with him, you know?"
"Did you want me to not tell you?" Val asked, no sarcasm in her words. She genuinely wanted to know where their boundaries were and at what point she should not tell him things. She scooted even closer to him, resting her cheek against his bare chest. "Just tell me what I need to do for you..."
He wrapped an arm around her, "No, I want you to tell me. I'm glad you did, but I still don't have to be thrilled about it." Gently, he kissed her forehead, "Why did you sleep with him? Just caught in the moment?"
"Pretty much," Val murmured, nuzzling against him. "I love him, and I was so angry at him for being stubborn, and then it was all kind of a blur of...sex. It was very surreal." She tipped her head back, kissing under his chin.
"Alright. I'm not angry. I can't be angry, it wouldn't be right." It wasn't in the ever-virtureous Freyr's nature. He stroked her hair and then pulled away from her to keep undressing. Did he care if she was watching him strip and then pulling a pair of overalls without a shirt or anything underneath while still having the lingering scent of blood, sweet and smoke all over him? Not really. It didn't cross his mind. "After all, if Gerd ever returned, you would have to share me. We both knew what we were getting into."
Overalls. Val's nose crinkled. That was the final sign that naked time with her husband was well and truly dead. Also the thought of Gerd wasn't pleasant either, but she didn't have much room to be petty about that one at the moment. Instead, she changed the topic. "The campaign went well then?"
"Hell yeah it went great!..." Wait. In Freyr's enthusiam he didn't remember about the whole end part until it was already out of his mouth. His smile, which had instantly appeared on his face, slowly began to turn to a frown. "I mean, not exactly. The fighting part went great but..."
Val had been excited right along with him, but then his face fell. Hers fell in time. The fighting went great, so then that meant the rescue... Her eyes widened. "What? But what!?"
Freyr wished he could go get Baulder. Baulder would put a better spin on this, but... He scooped her up and then sat her down on the bed, only to sit down next to her. "Your dad was really messed up when we got there and well..."
That was what Val had been afraid of. She buried her head in her hands, going very quiet and very still. She could only assume the worst--not just hurt but dead. It seemed so impossible, but then she knew that it wasn't. From the Egyptians and from their past dealings with Subrosa and from Herakles--it was clear that gods could die under the right circumstances.
Freyr put an arm around her and eased close to her side. It seemed she had already jumped to the right conclusion, which meant he didn't have to do the awkward 'death speech'. "Our death goddess prepared him and sent him back with your death god. They didn't say much to each other but they traded some looks that I'm sure meant something to them. I don't know... Hella doesn't make sense to me." He gave her a squeeze and kissed her hair, "Oh, you have a brother. Baulder told me about that."
"What?" Val blinked, then shook her head. "No. I don't want to know. I'll hear about it from my family..." She sniffled, rubbing at her eyes. Her father was....just like that... She pressed in against her husband's side, tears trickling down her face.
"He died in battle..." Kinda. Freyr was pretty sure being cut down at the end of combat by your own to relieve the pain of something caused by the fighting would count to get someone into Valhalla... But he wasn't sure. If only a Valkyre was around. They would know, but it wouldn't really matter to Val anyway. "If that's any comfort to you..."
Val shook her head. It didn't matter to her. She didn't care. "Shh. Just...I need some time." That was all she could give him in the way of an honest response. Anything else she wasn't ready for. This felt like so much more than just the loss of a family member. She couldn't explain it, and she didn't much feel like talking through it.
Freyr kept her close to himself. He could say more. He could tell her how he was positive that Zeus would have rather died at the hands of his own and bringing life to a child than dying from succumbing to the weakness brought on by the foe. Freyr knew it from his own experience, but for now he would hold his tiny Greek wife. The Aesir had been victorious but the muse in his arms had not.
Summary: Freyr returns home to some bad news from his wife. Then he gives her some bad news of his own