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brennathequick (brennathequick) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2018-09-11 08:04:00

Entry tags:

astrid, brenna, frigga, katherine lokadóttir, loki, lucy, thor, ~gamora (cameo)

Who: All the Norse people and their following
What: Madness
When: Yesterday at various times
Where: All over the place
Status: Unfinished

It had been a normal day for everyone. People were going about their own business, some on the station, some on Midgard, some in Asgard... you get my drift. But they would not be separated for long. Reunions that were never meant started to happen.

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brennathequick
2018-09-12 09:19 am UTC (link)

Brenna just stared at the pair. The woman's words did not sound sane but there was nothing sane about this encounter. She stared as the man nodded. She stared as the bonds of seaweed slithered back into the lake. Her eyes fixated on the woman who claimed to be her mother.

"This is death then," she breathed. She was frightened now. This was not what she had expected. Where were the halls filled with meads and song? Where the warriors preparing for their last fight against Loki's army? She sank into the water, suddenly shivering and weak. She had not wanted to die.

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brynhild_ingouf
2018-09-12 10:50 am UTC (link)

"You are not dead yet, Little one." Bryn waded into the water to stand beside her. Without a second thought she scooped her daughter out of the lake, as if she were the child that remembered her, instead of the dying woman determined to die her own way. "You will not die for a while yet, if I can help it."

She shifted her hold on her youngest daughter so that she would be most comfortable. "Come, I will take you home."

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brennathequick
2018-09-12 11:08 am UTC (link)

Brenna tensed when he was carried like no woman her statue should be able to carry her. Things were not right. Fear held her in its grasp and she wanted to run and hide. The words that would have soothed her long ago only made it worse.

This was not right!

Her gaze snapped back to the man but he had gone. Tricks, lies, illusion. She started to wiggle and fight. "No, no, no, no..." her voice was breathless and weak. She would not fall for this. They just gave her what she wanted to see. She could not let herself be tricked.

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	brynhild_ingouf 2018-09-13 05:40 am UTC (link)
	"I will put you down if you can promise me that you wont run and you wont fall. You need to rest Brenna." She didn't know how to soothe her daughter. She just knew how to rid her of being cold and wet. "Even so sick, you're still a wild cat. Let be help you my daughter." Bryn pleaded. It still ached the things she could not do so many years ago. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	brennathequick 2018-09-13 09:00 am UTC (link)
	He wanted to believe her but everything in her body told her no. This couldn't be her mother. It would not do her parents' justice if she caved in this quickly. "No, not your daughter..." Her parents were in Valhalla. This had to be Hel's realm. "You are Hel's creature. She isn't." A cough erupted from her lungs, permitting her to speak any longer. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

brynhild_ingouf
2018-09-13 09:44 am UTC (link)

"I very well could be, but I don't know that my life was not the choice of the other gods to spare. I am still me. Is there no way I can prove that?" Bryn choked back a sob that threatened to overwhelm her, as the cough silenced Brenna. "No more fuss, you are coming home with me. Hel's creature or no, I give you my word no harm will come to you. But you need rest."

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brennathequick
2018-09-14 09:08 am UTC (link)

Brenna could feel the sobs coming; the pressure lay heavy on her chest. Her body could not fight the creature. Whatever was about to come she deserved it. This was not how she had thought she would end. So the only weapon Brenna had left was her tongue and she chose to hold back. She did not want this creature to prove her anything. If the woman wanted her approval, she would refuse to give it.

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	brynhild_ingouf 2018-09-14 09:38 am UTC (link)
	Bryn signed softly. Knowing that the silence wasn't her agreeing to anything, it was simply the lack of fight. Whether it be from the inability, or the lack of want, she would have bet on the first. Regardless she carried her through the station, through to her home. Hoping that the decor would help her daughter believe. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

brennathequick
2018-09-14 09:48 am UTC (link)

She calmed down a bit as she was carried through light corridors. Red hair shielded her from taking in too much of her surroundings and she was too exhausted to wipe away her mane. If she could rest now, recover a bit, maybe she could gather enough energy to flee later.

Eventually, she was brought into a darker place which looked less unusual than the rest of the realm she was trapped in. But still she spoke no word.

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brynhild_ingouf
2018-09-14 10:21 am UTC (link)

Tough the doors parted, whisper quiet like the rest, the interior was all wood, and furs, much like a longhouse, save for the kitchen at the far end and the two doors that lead off to a closet and the bathroom. "Would you like a warm bath? You can't have had one in a while. Not a warm one anyway."

Bryn was sure some of her own clothes would have fit her. If not the older Norse type, the newer finer fabrics would.

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brennathequick
2018-09-14 10:34 am UTC (link)

A bath? She wiggled up to see if she could spot one. Not in this room. Good. It would needed to be prepared. She would be alone during that. She could flee. "I want one," she said, spite dripping from her every word. She had never been like her youngest brother who was able to twist his tongue and expression to his favour. In Brenna's words always lay an ounce of truth.

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brynhild_ingouf
2018-09-15 04:37 am UTC (link)

The doors whispered closed again and Bryn strode over to the couch and carefully, like she would break if she jostled her too much, placed Brenna down on the piles of animal hides. Most would look familiar if she had paid attention to the coverings when she was a child. "I'll return in a few moments. If you get cold there is this.." She lifted the edge of a more modern cotton throw that was exceptionally soft.

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	brennathequick 2018-09-15 07:20 am UTC (link)
	Brenna curled up when she finally had her body to herself again. She nodded. "Thank you." That was at much of a deception she was able of before her temper would run away. She sent a quick prayer to Loki and hoped that this would buy her enough time to run away. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

brynhild_ingouf
2018-09-15 08:04 am UTC (link)

Bryn didn't delay she slipped into the bathroom. Once inside she leaned against the door released one of the sobs she had been holding onto. Covering her mouth so they were kept quiet, she felt the same sense of helplessness she had felt the first time she was faced with her youngest daughters death. It took all the strength in her soul not to wail with despair. All was not lost.

After a moment she leaned away from the door, and stepped over to the sunk in tub. Starting filling it up with nice hot water. All was not lost, was something she chanted in her head.

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brennathequick
2018-09-15 08:29 am UTC (link)

The moment the other woman had left the room Brenna pushed herself off her seat and towards the door. She crawled the first few feet before she had the strength to push herself up and stumble the rest. It was the door that stopped her. No push or shove brought it to open.

"I would try pushing this," a voice said from her right. Her head snapped around. A tall man dressed in black and green casually leaned against the wall next to her. He was pointing at a round ornament on the door. Another sorcerer. She had not seen him arrive. Brenna hesitated. Her first instinct was to fight him, spit at him and but trust a thing he was saying. But she had asked the gods for help and maybe this was their answer. The man did not try to contain her after all.

She pressed the ornament. The door opened. She ran.

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When Loki had received the prayer, it had proved a useful distraction for his own predicament. He had sent over an illusion to find what he could only assume to be Bryn's offspring struggling with the door. He had been called to help so helped. What kind of god would he be if he would deny the wish of someone so under stress? A moment after his advice the place had emptied of humans. But his helpfulness did not end there. If Bryn would emerge from the bath again, she would find him standing with his back to her, examining the door. "Out and left," were his words before he would turn to her with a smile.

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brynhild_ingouf
2018-09-15 09:47 am UTC (link)

It took a few moments for her to feel pulled together enough to leave the bathroom. The tub set to shut off when it reached a certain depth and the heater was set so that the water would stay warm, for as long as Brenna wanted. It was a real treasure. Something she appreciated, she was sure her daughter would too.

When Bryn stepped out and saw Loki instead of Brenna saw, she bit back a groan. She had raised her children to pray to him. Instead of following after her directly she stepped up beside the god, she assumed he was an illusion. "She will not get far. She's further along than I thought. I can smell it." Any resolve that she'd gained in that bathroom was brittle. And that much would be clear to the most oblivious. "And she doesn't believe I'm me..." The chuckle was short and humorless. "I didn't think she would." She closed her eyes and took two long deep breaths. "I know you're facing your Mother, and while I don't know what you're facing, I know it cannot be easy. If you can find it in you to loan me a small amount of strength with her, I will return the favor how ever I can."

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truly_desperate
2018-09-15 10:04 am UTC (link)

Loki watched and listened, now fully facing her. "I think time will be your ally," he said, arms crossed behind his back and smile pulling up a corner of his lips. Multiple meanings in a harmless enough package. The plan had been set in place for a while. Why not do it a little earlier? It wasn't just Bryn - there was a need to prove to his mother that her youngest was not weak.

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brynhild_ingouf
2018-09-16 04:25 am UTC (link)

Bryn glanced at him, ready to argue that time had never been her friend. But something about his posture, that smile, told her not too. She put more trust in him than the other gods, most of her life. And while she was aware that he was the prince of lies, he had never failed her. "I trust you. But I will ask you this, if nothing can be done, if she does not want this," she held her hand just over her chest, hoping he would gather that 'this' was her vampirism, "do not let me give in to my mortal weakness, and turn her anyway. Because I want to now, and grief will only make that want stronger. I wanted to then, but could not."

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	truly_desperate 2018-09-16 06:55 am UTC (link)
	Her resolve was a curious one. So was her trust. "But you are going to offer it to her?" he asked. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

brynhild_ingouf
2018-09-16 07:32 am UTC (link)

The resolve came from seeing a lot of people die. And having to hold back when they rejected the choice given to them. "When hope is lost for anything else, I will give her the choice." Bryn cut her eyes to him. "If I have your permission, of course. Your's, Thor's and Frigga's." She would not deny the God's and Goddess' will. "But I will not ask any of you to make that choice until her time is near exhaustion, because I think explaining what I am and why... will take nearly that long."

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	truly_desperate 2018-09-16 09:13 am UTC (link)
	"Of course," Loki stated, a smile formed in his face. "From one dead creature to the other I think we would both agree that this is preferable to a more permanent death." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

brynhild_ingouf
2018-09-16 10:46 am UTC (link)

"I don't know, all this time she has been in Valhalla. Is this really better than the Great Halls? I have had time to accept my part in the gods plan, but can I really alter her path? Can I damn her to this fate if I know what awaits her?" That was where she got her resolve, because no matter how badly she wanted to be selfish... "Asgard is easier to live long in, everyone around you lives as long as you do. On Midgard everyone around you dies a thousand times over."

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	truly_desperate 2018-09-16 08:00 pm UTC (link)
	"Has her path not already been altered? Tell me, Brynhild, which fight is she going to die in?" he asked. A smirk formed on his lips. "Unless of course you can provoke that imposter of a god to kill her." Now that was an amusing thought. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

brynhild_ingouf
2018-09-17 07:36 am UTC (link)

"He did threaten. And she would have fought him. In fact she tried very hard to do just that, but he bound her hands." A little smile tugged at her lips. A fighter to the end. "There are people who die and don't fight tooth and nail that get into the Great halls. Children for instance. But I see your point." Bryn sighed softly. She only wanted what was best for her children. "I suppose I should go after her. Think I have waited long enough so that it will not be wholly soul crushing that I find her again?"

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	truly_desperate 2018-09-19 09:07 pm UTC (link)
	"With the speed she is travelling at she might be concerned that you have not found her yet," Loki said with a soft smile. The girl had been a stumbling mess. He would not be surprised if Brynhild would pick her up around the corner. "Good luck, Shieldmaiden." With those words, the illusion vanished. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)