Loves snakes (the_mighty) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-01-02 04:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, freya, thor odinson |
Who: Freya and Thor
What: Random meetings of Norse Gods
When: Recent
Where: Somewhere Random
Rating: PG-13
Freya was settling into life in Orange County. Except she still wasn’t so sure about this whole dream thing. Sure, she was a Norse goddess and that was kind of cool, but it was also weird to her. She suddenly wondered if her interests and line of work in this life were influenced by the fact she was actually the Freya in another life. Or whatever these dreams were supposed to represent.
She had just gotten some tea on her way back from a bookstore. She’d managed to find some books that could aid her in her research of some Norse history. She wasn’t exactly looking where she was going as she was sifting through the bag of books and she ran into someone.
“Oh, crap, I’m sorry,” she said, managing to not drop her tea, and she didn’t fall over either. Freya was extremely tall for a woman, standing over six feet tall.
It wasn’t often Thor met someone that was almost his height, and even rarer for it to be a woman. He flashed her a smile, hand half out as if to catch her or her books if either were to fall. “It is quite all right. I could have been paying more attention myself!”
He certainly looked like he came out of Norse myth. Though he was wearing a Minnesota Vikings shirt because irony.
Freya was definitely tall, something she tended to be keenly aware of, but she didn’t mind being tall. Her whole family was tall, so it was just commonplace to her. Though as she got a good look at the man she’d run into, it was hard to miss that Vikings t-shirt.
“Serves me right for multi-tasking while walking,” she quipped. “I have to say, you don’t see a lot Minnesota Vikings t-shirts around here. Are you a fan or just of Scandinavian descent?” Just by looking at him, he looked Scandinavian, but one could never be certain about that.
“Mostly the latter,” he said, grin spreading across his face. He preferred the 49ers, if he had to pick a team, but he’d seen the shirt and after his dreams it had tickled his fancy. “My name is Thor, I couldn’t resist.”
“Thor, the god of thunder?” Freya asked as she found complete and utter irony in this moment. It made her dark eyes glitter, but she managed to not laugh. “This is truly some irony because my name is Freya.” It could potentially be awkward given in mythology, Thor was Aesir and Freya was Vanir, but she was hoping this Thor wasn’t as severe as the one of mythology.
“My father had a sense of humor. But he is named Odin, so that doesn’t help much.” Thor shook his head, then laughed. ”Indeed, that is ironic!”
“Thor Odinson, definitely a sense of humor,” she quipped. Her own parents had their sense of humor, but she wasn’t going to go into that. “So long as we don’t recreate the Aesir-Vanir War, we should be fine. At least I hope!” She said with a smile.
“That will not be a problem,” he assured her, then offered his hand. “There’s a Doctor in front of that, and I am inclined to brag.”
“Doctor Thor Odinson? That’s a very respectable line of work. What kind of doctor are you?” She asked, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. There were different kinds of doctors, not just doctors of medicine. Freya didn’t have a doctorate herself, though it wasn’t out of the question. She’d just been more preoccupied with working as opposed to wanting to go back to school the past couple years.
“Medical,” he said, squeezing her hand firmly. His face grew serious. “I’m with Doctors Without Borders, but on a bit of a mental break. Healing myself, as we’re so often told to do.”
“That is some very good work you are doing there. Though I can see that it would take a toll. No doubt you’ve seen more than your fair share of war zones working with Doctors Without Borders.” Freya hadn’t been in a war zone herself, but her job never called for it. Besides, any work trips she took were to Scandinavia which was far from war zones.
Well, unless Russian aggression towards the neighboring regions was counted, of course.
Thor nodded. Syria had been the final straw, but there had been others before that. “ The human capability to destroy a body and a mind never ceases to depress me.”
To him, those were one and the same.
“I can understand that,” she said with a nod. Freya didn’t have the experience Thor did with such things, but she’d seen the remnants of violence during the age of the Vikings. The capability to destroy a body and a mind had always existed across every culture. The only thing that changed with the ages were the tools used to do such things.
Though some tools could do so quickly and in vast numbers. But it was all the same in the end. “And what is it you do, Ms Freya?”
“I’m an archaeologist focusing on the Vikings. I have a particular interest in seiðr and have been researching its origins and how it fit into Viking society and lifestyle.” It was a subject that Freya could wax poetic about. And, oddly, it was something she could talk about from a first-hand experience since her dream self used seiðr magic.
“Almost like you were destined,” Thor joked, though now he wondered if she dreamed too. Either actual myth or a place like his dreams. There were many different realms of asgard, he was certain.
“You have no idea,” she quipped. Freya had only had one dream thus far, but there had been...quite a bit of time packed into the one dream. And ever since she’d dreamt it, she couldn’t get over the irony of her job. She glanced at her arms for a moment. She wondered if things like tattoos crossed over from the dreams. She’d read about abilities crossing over, so she expected to get her magic at one point.
“I wonder if I should have become a weatherman,” Thor joked, eyes twinkling. “Or my brother a comedian.”
Loki was a trickster anyway, but their professions hadn’t really been similar to their dreams at all.
“Now that sounds like you’d have had too much fun with that kind of a job.” Freya commented with a chuckle. “So considering your father’s sense of humor, is your brother Baldur?” She was, of course, operating on the sense of Norse mythology that she’d learned about in this world.
“One of them. I was speaking of Loki.” Thor scratched at his beard. “I’ve a number of half-siblings from both my mother and father. They… got around. Hela, Angela, Baldur, Loki...a few others I know are slipping my mind.”
Freya’s eyebrows rose a bit at the fact he had a brother named Loki. That wasn’t correct according to traditional Norse mythology, but she supposed things could vary in dream worlds. “Sounds like we have something in common. I have several siblings myself, though they’re all full siblings. I have a twin brother, and nine younger sisters.”
“And I thought my family was large,” Thor shook his head, his smile wry. “Would you like to get a drink?”
“My parents have a farm, so I think they thought to just use us to help with farm work,” she quipped. She was joking, she knew her parents loved her and her siblings very much. But it did make the work a bit easier on the farm having several pairs of hands to help out. “I would love to.”
“Now that is not a bad idea,” Thor mused jokingly. He nodded his head and jerked his chin behind her at a bar. “After you.”