Freya Mikaelson is Tired™ (frelsi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-07-16 05:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, freya mikaelson, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Freya and Klaus
What: Freya essentially says ‘not today’ to the Dreams
When: Early morning, 16 July 2019
Where: Their place
Warnings: References to death
Status: Log | Complete
It wasn’t surprising that Freya’s dreams were basically a bunch of death and heartbreak with love and joy sprinkled in. But there was always something. The last one she’d had? Well it was all of that seemingly mashed into one given that it was her and Keelin getting married. Not that getting there had been easy with the added losses of Ivy and Josh, then Elijah refusing to walk her down the aisle, Vincent leaving town (admittedly for a valid reason but god did the timing suck), everything about having a child and calling off the wedding only for it all to somehow come together in the end. Freya knew that it was only a lull though, that ending on a happy note would only last so long.
And here she was. Klaus had taken the magic of the Hollow from Hope to save her, and in the process condemn himself to losing himself and death. Then Elijah had taken some of the magic to give their brother clarity though it wouldn’t last so they could at least have that time together, the goodbyes and reminiscing. Only for Elijah to decide that he would die alongside Klaus….. And somewhere in the middle of that was the start of a sitcom of Two Witches, a Werewolf, and a Baby?
Honestly, Freya’s emotions were all over the place. She was losing two brothers, the family she had fought so hard to get to falling apart. Kol would live his life with Davina and be happy, as would Rebekah with Marcel and that was good. They had all suffered so much. But Hope was orphaned and the pain of losing both Elijah and Klaus, of being unable to find a Hail Mary spell - always her specialty - it hurt.
So when Freya woke up, her heart was breaking and while she knew she was ahead of her siblings in the Dreams, that this was it - the sensation of finality that signaled the end of the Dreams had set in - that didn’t mean that Freya wasn’t anxious. Desperate to make sure Klaus and Elijah were alive.
For someone who compartmentalized the Dreams as best she could, Freya sure did have a problem with that when it involved the death of her family, though who could really blame her?
Either way, the witch got out of bed and first went to see if Klaus was awake in his studio or drinking or something. After all, being a vampire tended to make for odd hours. But he wasn’t in is painting room, or anywhere else in the house - and her older sister senses were tingling in the fact that something was wrong, so she went to is room and knocked.
“Klaus, is everything okay?”
What? It was polite and given his vampire hearing, he’d hear her and that would be that. And if he didn’t answer? Well, then something was wrong and she would fix it. Because she had to fix it.
Klaus was having dreams of his own. Marcel was alive just as Freya had said. Not only that but he was now more powerful than Klaus himself. And he was out to get revenge on the Mikaelsons, which Klaus couldn’t exactly blame him for. Not after what Elijah did. He bit both Elijah and Kol, poisoned Freya and put Klaus on trial. Of course Klaus didn’t show any remorse for all the things he had done over the years. All the people he had killed and tortured. Klaus didn’t feel guilt for any of it. He had done what he had to. Niklaus Mikaelson would never show weakness, and guilt was weakness in his eyes.
Rebekah showed up convincing Marcel to give Klaus a slow death. Which is precisely what Klaus wanted, to be kept alive. He could be the anchor and keep all his siblings alive until they found a way to cure Freya, Elijah and Kol. With Klaus as the anchor his siblings could be in a nice dream, while Klaus himself lived a nightmare.
As soon as Marcel put Papa Tunde’s blade in Klaus all his siblings fell unconscious. Marcel walled Klaus up with the blade inside him. Klaus wished he could just stare at the wall, be bored till he started to desiccate. Instead of all the hallucinations that came with the blade. It was torture, but Klaus would endure for family.
As it was though, with the blade inside him in the dreams, Klaus didn’t wake up. He didn’t hear Freya’s knock. He remained in his bed, being tortured in his own mind.
No answer. Well, that answered that question. Freya wasn’t about to wait any longer than necessary to enter her brother’s room. Sure, it could have been awkward had it turned out he wasn’t even there and she was just being paranoid. But no. He was there and not responding.
“No no no no…”
Rushing over, it was clear he hadn’t died - not a vampire death at least. She’d seen the state of a dead Original and he didn’t show the signs of that. Which was when some form of logic seemed to set in. The last she knew of his Dreams, it was after Elijah had killed Marcel, which meant….
The Papa Tunde dagger.
Okay. That was something she could fix. This wasn’t some unsolvable problem where all she could do was delay the inevitable. Going through the myriad spells in her memory, Freya picked the one that had worked before following the events that had led to him being daggered as such in the first place.
So for now it was chanting and pushing herself. It might not be fatal but Freya was also refusing to fail her brother.
Klaus had to see all the people he had cared for and lost in the dreams. Mostly Cami, but also his father. That one hurt a bit more given he had also killed the man in his waking life. And then there was Michael, torturing him. Telling him everything that was wrong with him. Bringing back all his insecurities in both worlds. It felt so damn real and hurt like hell.
And then in the distance he heard Freya. Freya chanting something that Klaus didn’t quite understand. But deep down he knew it was some type of spell, meant for him. Klaus stirred in his sleep, trying desperately to break through from his dreams, from the torture.
She was exhausted. Which of course she was given how she had been all over the place with work and then panicking about Evie and just life. There was never any down time and she wouldn’t actually complain about it, but it did take its toll. And now this? But it hadn’t been easy in the Dreams to get Klaus to wake up either. But she wasn’t going to let this last as long. Not on her watch.
Catching her breath, she just looked at her brother’s prone form.
“C’mon, Klaus. Fight.” Of all the time for Klaus not not fight.
And it was right back to the spell, pushing herself harder.
Klaus was trying to fight. He wanted nothing more than to get out of the prison that was his mind. But he did his best to push past Mikael telling him once again he was no good, worthless. He listened to Cami reminding him of the powerful hybrid he was. He focused on the sound of Freya’s voice, still distant but he could feel it getting closer.
Finally Klaus was able to break free. Eyes opened, he gasped for air that he didn’t know he needed. It took a moment for him to realize he wasn’t stuck in the dungeon Marcel had put him in. He was in his room. In Orange County.
“Freya?”
Oh thank god. Because while Freya had no intent on stopping until Klaus was awake - and he would wake up. She knew what the issue was, she knew it was resolved despite her worries thanks to the last Dream. Because it would be just her luck that something would go wrong. But no. Not thinking that way, she would find a way to fix all of this before it even became a problem.
So as Klaus came to, Freya let out a breath and stood back. That probably took more out of her than it had any right doing but that wasn’t her concern at the moment.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve just been tortured,” Klaus replied honestly. Though he could see the concern on Freya’s face, and the exhaustion too. “How long was I out for?” It had felt like years but then he was used to dreaming decades in a single night. So it was hard to tell. Still the torture had felt more real and with the look on Freya’s face he wasn’t sure how long it had been.
A slight inclination of the head to the side in acknowledgement of the comment about being tortured was given. Because well, it made sense. He’d had Papa Tunde’s dagger stuck in him. Maybe not for nearly as long as the years, but the whole point of the dagger was the pain. “A few hours is my guess. I’m not sure when you went to sleep last night so I can’t give you a definitive answer.”
Yep. That was it. She was fine and nothing was wrong at all. Nope.
Well that was a relief. It had only been one night. But if it had only been one night why did his sister still looked so worried? Yes he knew it had to be somewhat terrifying to find him in bed unable to wake up. But at least he hadn’t been comatose for days.
He sat up in the bed, slowly with a small wince, still feeling the pain of the dagger in his chest. “What’s wrong?” he finally asked. “Apart from having to wake me.” Because it didn’t seem as though relief had completely washed over her once he woke up. No, something was still wrong.
With Klaus awake, Freya knew that she should feel better. And she did, in that she’d been able to get him out of that torture in only a few hours instead of years later. But despite her best attempts to push aside the concern and grief from her own Dreams, it wasn’t nearly as easy as it should have been.
Then again how could it? She’d lost two brothers in one go in them. Even knowing Klaus was okay (and she was going to have to check on Elijah as well), those feelings lingered. Apparently to the point that Klaus seemed to notice something was wrong.
How was she supposed to answer that question? It was always hard to know what to tell Klaus about future events in the Dreams.
“Just residual feelings from my own Dreams. It’s fine. It’ll be fine.”
Of course Freya had dreams the same night. And from the looks of it traumatic ones too. But then when weren’t their dreams traumatic? There was always someone after their family.
“What happened?” he asked a look of concern on her face. “Were you hurt?”
Wasn’t that always the way? And Freya was pretty sure that trauma was the theme of most, if not all, the Dreams. But it wasn’t like she wanted to tell Klaus that he was going to sacrifice himself. That he and Elijah would die - for good. Not when she was going to find a way to stop it from ever being necessary should it be something that crossed over.
And who was she kidding. That was the exact sort of thing that would cross over.
“No. I’m fine, I wasn’t hurt.”
There was a brief look of relief on Klaus’s face at Freya’s words. Though of course he supposed if she had been hurt in the dreams that would have carried over as well. And then they would both be fucked. But there was still something bothering Freya. He could sense it. Though he wasn’t sure he even wanted to know what happened.
“Just a rough dream?” Klaus asked frowning.
The only good thing for Freya was the fact the Dreams were done. She knew that there was apparently some sort of feeling to it that let you know and the witch had that feeling. It was a relief in some ways. No more waiting for death to come for her loved ones. No more waiting for some new injury to cross over for her. But the burden of knowing the future for her brothers was a heavy one, even knowing that she would find a way to stop it.
“Extremely rough.” If they could not go into the details, that would be great.
“Well then,” Klaus said finally standing up not bothering to put a shirt on. “Sounds like we both need a drink.” He didn’t care if it was first thing in the morning. He had just been tortured for what felt like years. “What do you say, sister?”
Normally Freya would care that it was first thing in the morning, especially as she was pretty certain she was going to be sent back to the border in the next few days if her reading of things was anything to go off. But the fact remained that after losing both Elijah and Klaus in the Dreams? She needed to take the edge off to hope to be even slightly useful for the rest of the day.
“Sounds perfect.”