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Stubborn Pride in Triplicate (73)
ᚳᚻᚫᛈᛏᛖᚱ ᛚᛁᛋᛏ, ᛋᚢᛗᛗᚫᚱᚣ, & ᚹᚫᚱᚾᛁᚾᚷᛋ
The next morning, Finna sat at the end of the banquet table and ate breakfast while speaking to her sisters and brothers.
“My Queen,” the Keeper of the Records knelt at her side. “May we begin itemizing your coronation gifts?”
She nodded before wiping her fingers onto a napkin. “Please.”
Thor and Jane arrived and took their seats as he looked toward her. “I cannot believe you are awake and functioning after last night’s festivities.”
“She hasn’t slept yet,” Fandral informed him. “I’m expecting her to fall asleep on Hliðskjálf as soon as her bum touches it!”
“That’s my Finna!” Ragnar raised his glass to her.
“Some things are more important than sleep,” she nodded as everyone shared a laugh.
“From Eitri of Nidavellir, the Tarnhelm,” the Keeper presented her.
“I thought it a fable,” her eyes widened as she took it from him.
“Well? Try it!” Elin goaded her.
She slowly placed the helmet onto her head before she disappeared entirely.
“Are they sure it’s wise to give her such toys?” Hogun smirked.
“Ooh! Fun!” her laughter echoed throughout the hall.
Sif walked into the hall and looked around. “Where’s… Ah!” she jumped as she felt a swat to her backside.
Everyone laughed at her expense as Finna appeared behind her. “I like this one!” she handed the helmet back to the Keeper. He nodded while making notes on a golden tablet.
She hugged and kissed Sif on the cheek as they walked to the table.
“Glad I could entertain The Queen this morning,” she rolled her eyes.
“From Freyja, the Brisingmen,” the Keeper presented her with a necklace.
“The Fire Necklace?” Thor cocked his eyebrow.
“It’s beautiful,” Finna ran her fingers across it. “Please invite her for tea at her earliest convenience.”
“The Keeper nodded.
“My Queen,” an attendant bowed in front of her. “Freyr of Alfheim is here to present his gift to you.”
She nodded her head before turning to Thor and widening her eyes. He only smiled in return.
“My Queen,” the ruler of the Light Elves, twin brother to Freyja, and fellow Van, bowed to her.
“My Lord,” she nodded to him.
“A gift for your coronation, may I present Fragarach,” he placed a sword across her lap.
She gasped as she took the weapon from him. “The Sword of Air,” she whispered. “I am honored.”
Volstagg raised his eyebrows and turned to Leif.
“Vanirian. No armor can stop it.”
“It grants its wielder command over the powers of wind,” Freyr smiled.
Finna met his eyes as he nodded. She lifted the sword and grinned as the winds picked up, nearly blowing the banquet food right off the table.
“She is having too much fun!” Sif laughed.
“Thank you,” Finna handed the sword to The Keeper.
Freyr bowed before taking his leave.
“From Ullr of Ydalir, Ichaival,” the Keeper buzzed around, not stopping a moment.
“That, I’ve seen in action!” Thor pointed to the bow. “For every one arrow you shoot, it releases ten!”
“Why do you get all the good stuff?” Fandral pouted.
“I can share,” she smirked.
“Right,” everyone sang.
“My Queen, Surtur of Muspelheim is here to present a gift.”
Her eyes immediately shot to Thor. “Is it normal for the Fire Demons to request an audience?”
“No,” he answered plainly as everyone rose to their feet.
“My Queen,” he bowed at her feet. “Congratulations on your coronation. As a token of my great joy in your rule, may I present you with Melrakki,” he held his hand out, moving her gaze to the outdoors.
Finna watched him for a moment before walking out to the balcony to see a magnificent white dragon sitting in the courtyard of Valaskjálf. Her eyes widened as the scaly creature bowed to her. “I can hear her thoughts,” she mumbled.
“When word reached us of your ascension to the throne, Melrakki offered herself as a gift. She believes she can serve you well,” Surtur offered.
“I am honored,” she nodded down at the dragon. “Thank you.”
He bowed to her before taking his leave, everyone in the room allowing an audible sigh to leave their chest.
“Wow,” Thor spoke slowly as he looked down at the amazing creature.
“She’s quite intelligent,” Finna smiled. “And funny.”
“Are you sure Asgard is ready for a Royal Dragon?” Balder asked from beside her.
“She’s here whether Asgard is ready or not,” she turned on her heel. “Please show Melrakki to Fensalir and let her choose one of the banquet halls to call home.”
“My Queen,” one of the attendants bowed as The Keeper kept diligent notes.
“My Queen,” another attendant bowed. “Gullveig of Vanaheim…”
She broke into a huge grin as she ran up and threw her arms around her. “Gullveig! How are you?”
“So proud to see you on the throne of Asgard!” she laughed.
“Thank you, my friend!”
“I come bearing a gift,” she presented her with an item of clothing. “It is the Falcon Cloak. It transforms whomever wields it into a falcon and bestows the gift of flight.”
“That is amazing! Thank you!”
“Vanaheim believes in our queen. Do not hesitate to use me in any way you need.”
She nodded silently. “I’m humbled and honored.”
She kissed her forehead before taking her leave.
Odin appeared as if from nowhere and looked around. “Good morning, everyone! I trust you all slept well?” he chuckled.
Finna glanced over at Thor, who suddenly stiffened up and stood at his full height.
“Some of us have yet to slumber,” Volstagg raised his glass.
Finna flicked her fingers out, freezing everyone in the hall except Thor and Odin. Loki smirked arrogantly as he turned into his normal form and glared down at her. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
Thor stood there, staring as his mind tried desperately to take in this new information. “You’re still not dead?”
“Wow,” he laughed. “It’s great to see you too, brother.”
He turned his gaze to Finna. “And you knew?” he shook his head. “You had to have known.”
“I had my suspicions,” she explained. “I knew he was an imposter…”
“We’ve lost our connection,” Loki sighed painfully. “Nothing between us has been the same since our annulment.”
“That was completely your doing, you know,” Thor snipped.
“I do know,” he locked eyes with him. “I’d like to make amends.”
“Excuse me?” he laughed incredulously. “No.”
“And just why not?”
“She thought you dead!” he angered. “The first time was bad enough, but this time… she put herself through hell, Loki,” he slowly locked eyes with her.
“That’s why I need to be here, to help her heal.”
“She is mine now; I will attend to her emotional needs.”
“I deserve to see my wife and son!”
“My son!” his voice echoed throughout the hall.
Loki turned away and set his jaw as Finna watched quietly.
“She will never love you again,” he nodded before spinning on his heel and walking off.
“Well…” Finna cleared her throat. “There you have it.”
“He speaks for you now?”
“No, but it was quite entertaining. He speaks from a place of pride, though. I belong to no man.”
His eyes misted over. “And where does that leave me?”
“I’m not sure… Svartalfheim maybe?” she knew what she said had cut him right through to the core, but she had to do it. He had to realize just how deeply he had hurt her.
She waved her hand, forcing him back into Odin’s form before once again flicking her fingers and unfreezing everyone.
“Where’s Thor?” Jane looked around.
“Oh… he’s checking on the children,” she smiled.
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The Flame of Battle: Dragons, Vikings, and War (Dragonriders of Skala Book 1)
The Flame of Battle: Dragons, Vikings, and War (Dragonriders of Skala Book 1)
In the flame of battle, even the innocent get burned…
Dyrfinna is a born commander. She bests her peers in dragon riding, sword fighting, and battle strategy. So when the Queen calls the people of Skala to battle to revenge her murdered daughter, Dyrfinna outfits a ship and brings a crew.
Once in the field, Dyrfinna leads her troops to victory in a series of hard-fought battles against…
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“service center: even though love can stop, time cannot stop”
a performative work by
Sofi Winthe Foge
Dyrfinna Benita
Mateusz Grymel
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Service Center: Even though love can stop, time cannot stop
Amsterdam, Rietveld Pavillion 2017, November
Performance 1 h, 3 days
Various materials Various dimensions
‘Service center’ is a performative work about daily life, patterns of routine and time made in collaboration with Sofi Winthe Foge, Dyrfinna Benita and Mateusz Grymel. Three surrealistic characters repeatedly shapes a choreography in an interpreted office space*.
*assembled works functioning as props
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The Flame of Battle by Pauline Creeden & Melinda R. Cordell #dragons #fantasy
The Flame of Battle by Pauline Creeden & Melinda R. Cordell #dragons #fantasy
In the flame of battle, even the innocent get burned…
Dyrfinna is a born commander. She bests her peers in dragon riding, sword fighting, and battle strategy. So when the Queen calls the people of Skala to battle to revenge her murdered daughter, Dyrfinna outfits a ship and brings a crew.
Once in the field, Dyrfinna leads her troops to victory in a series of hard-fought battles against…
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The Transference of Power (71)
ᚳᚻᚫᛈᛏᛖᚱ ᛚᛁᛋᛏ, ᛋᚢᛗᛗᚫᚱᚣ, & ᚹᚫᚱᚾᛁᚾᚷᛋ
Finna stared at her reflection in the mirror as all four of her handmaidens worked on tightening the corset of her magnificent cobalt gown. Blue was the color she chose for her rule, after all, and today she was going to be made Queen of Asgard. She suddenly lost her breath and reached for her chest.
“Air!” she squealed.
“Sorry!” Katla winced before pulling the strings of her corset to give her room to breathe.
She reached for a drink of mead as they then worked on attaching her ceremonial armor, layer by layer. First, the thin leather brigandine. Next came the cuirass, which connected to another plate on her back. On her left shoulder, because it was the arm she held her weapon in a majority of the time, there was a spaulder attached to a rerebrace to protect her upper arm. Her elbow was left alone, but a formal bracer was attached to her forearm with the design of the House of Dýrfinna on it: A design that incorporated both the wolf of Loki’s ceremonial armor, and the dragons of Vanaheim she loved as s child.
On her right shoulder the handmaidens attached a pauldron, which covered her entire shoulder, as well as another rerebrace to protect her upper arm. They then attached another bracer before reaching for the edge of her skirt.
“I am so glad I don’t have to fight in this,” she mumbled as her eldest brother’s chuckle betrayed his arrival.
“Heavy darling?”
“And they wonder why we fight in leather!” she threw her arms out in exasperation. “This is ridiculous!”
“It’s not every day you attend your coronation,” he dipped down to kiss her cheek.
“Be careful, you may tip me over!” she thrust her boot-covered leg out so that the handmaidens could attach the greave.
“Be thankful you don’t wear a codpiece.”
“Why, afraid mine would be bigger than yours?” she shot back.
He threw his head back in laughter and fell onto the bed. “Most definitely, my sister!”
She returned to look at herself in the mirror and sighed. “Well ladies, you did the best you could.”
“You look beautiful, My Queen,” Jora touched up the braids in her hair.
“But do I look fierce?” she bit her lip.
“You look like a force to be reckoned with, if provoked,” Ragnar propped his head up with his hand and watched her. “My feisty redheaded sister.”
“Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?” she glanced up at him.
“I need to get dressed too,” he smirked.
“Perhaps you should expedite that task?” she glanced up as her ladies giggled. “I am ready to begin my procession.”
“Off with you,” he shooed her away.
“Fine. I’ll see you in a bit. I’ll be the one all the fuss is about.”
“I can’t wait,” he grinned.
She stepped out of her chamber to find an entire legion of Valkyries waiting on her. “My Queen,” Brynhildr bowed as her women followed. “We would like the honor of escorting you to Valaskjálf for your coronation.”
“I would be honored!” she nodded.
She rose and nodded to her commanders as they all slammed the ends of their spears onto the stone of the floor, the sound resonating like music to the warrior in her. A grin devoured her face as they took off as a unit, toward the gardens that were between Fensalir and Valaskjálf.
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Odin took his place in front of Hliðskjálf and slammed Gungnir against the floor, signaling the beginning of the procession. Slowly, everyone began to take their places: the Twelve Judges and their families, the clerks from the Hall of Records, the healers from the Hall of Healers, family members of the Royal Family, Einherjar, Captains of the Herd, and dignitaries from the other Realms.
Sif, Hogun, Fandral and Volstagg took their places at the right of the throne, to the left of Odin, as the new queen’s trusted advisors. And then… Thor arrived, escorting his beautiful mortal to the applause of everyone in the audience. He left Jane next to Finna’s handmaidens before taking his place at the left of the throne, to the right of Odin along with Baldr.
Odin stared at him for a moment before turning his eye back to the door.
The sound of marching feet alerted them to the arrival of the Valkyries, who entered as a unit, in formation. They took their place behind the Einherjar and rested as everyone turned to the doorway and waited.
There, with her head held high, was their new queen.
Thor glanced up at his father to find that he was mesmerized by Finna. He frowned as something in his gut began to churn. He had never seen his father look at Finna like that before; so much love, adoration, and dare he say… lust.
He cleared his throat, catching his father’s attention as Odin snapped out of his daze. He nodded to his son and smiled, seemingly pleased that he had shown up for the day’s celebration.
As Finna finished her journey and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, Odin slammed his spear on the stone tiles to signal the beginning of the ceremony. She knelt down on her knee, lowered her head, and waited.
“Dýrfinna Odinsdottir, my only daughter. Even though your right to this throne comes only through your adoption into the House of Odin, you have proven time and time again your dedication and loyalty to Asgard and the Nine Realms. I have defended Asgard, and the lives of the innocent across my Realms in the time of the great beginning, and as a warrior, I know you will defend them with your last breath.”
She blinked her eyes and swallowed, reminding herself that this man was not Odin, but some imposter who seemed to have been awfully well informed. There was one part of the ceremony, however, that he was going to be unable to perform without the true Allfather, and she was waiting for the perfect time to flush him out.
“Do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?”
“I swear!”
“And do you swear to preserve the peace?”
“I swear!”
“Do you swear to pledge yourself only to the good of the realms?”
“I swear!”
“On this day, I Odin, Son of Bor, All-Father, will proclaim you Queen Dýrfinna of Asgard and Protectress of the Nine Realms!” he slammed his spear down for the last time.
She rose to her feet and ascended the stairs where she looked him in the eye. They were surrounded by nine Vala who circled around them and held hands. They began to chant as bright blue energy began to circle around him. He passed it on to Gungir and then held it out for her.
She frowned as she stared at the spear. She was so sure… Slowly, she placed her hands on the spear and closed her eyes as the Vala once again began to chant. The last thing she remembered was a hot, searing pain entering her body and flooding her senses. As she opened her eyes, Odin looked down at her intensely.
“Breathe,” he whispered.
She took a breath as the entire congregation began to applaud the transfer of power.
It worked. She had no idea how the imposter had accomplished the feat, but it worked. She could feel the power coursing through her veins. She could hear the thoughts of everyone around her without trying. She could feel the ravens flying circles over the palace… she was Queen.
She took another breath to steady herself before turning to look over her subjects. Then, just as they discussed, she slammed the great spear down onto the stone tile; the resonance echoing throughout all of Asgard.
“Hail Queen Dýrfinna!”
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Broken Contracts and New Agreements (65)
ᚳᚻᚫᛈᛏᛖᚱ ᛚᛁᛋᛏ, ᛋᚢᛗᛗᚫᚱᚣ, & ᚹᚫᚱᚾᛁᚾᚷᛋ
Odin stood in front of Hliðskjálf, pacing as he waited to see how Thor’s impudence played out.
An Einherjar arrived and bowed in front of him. “Forgive me my liege, I’ve returned from the Dark World with news.”
“Thor?”
“There’s no sight of Thor, or the weapon, but… we found a body.”
“Loki.”
He nodded before looking up and waiting.
“Find the Norn sorceress, have her pull Princess Dýrfinna from the darkness. I want to know how much damage has been done to her.”
His face tightened. “Yes, My King,” he quickly ran off to the dungeons. “Find the Norn sorceress, she is to release the Princess from the spell,” he commanded his peers.
They quickly walked off as he all but ran down the stairs to find Finna.
“Are they releasing her?” Volstagg asked as Fandral sat in a corner with his head in his hands. The visions Finna was sharing with them were difficult to witness.
“Aye,” he dropped the force field. “The Allfather commanded it after hearing the news of Loki’s death.”
Sif rose to her feet. “And Thor?”
“There was no sign of him on the Dark Planet,” he looked over Finna. “How long has she been in the Darkness?”
“Hours,” Hogun answered.
Finna walked through the darkness, the rocky surface shifting under her feet. She was finding it difficult to get her footing as she made her way up the hill. She slipped again, twisting her ankle and fell, catching herself on her hands.
The rocks under her didn’t quite feel like rocks. In fact, they were hollow… and smooth… her eyes widened when she realized that she had stuck her fingers through the eye sockets of a skull.
“Mother!”
She looked up to find her eldest son as a young man, walking toward her.
“Alrekk?” she reached for him. “Where are we?”
“We’ve won! Earth is ours!”
“Wh…” she struggled to her feet as he helped her. “I don’t understand.”
“You are now the Queen of Earth, and I’m your Prince,” he grinned, looking more like his father by the second.
“And my King?” she asked.
“Me, of course!”
She slowly looked up to see Loki.
The Warriors Three and Sif were released from their cell as the Norn sorceress arrived at Finna’s. She smiled as she read her thoughts before looking up at the Einherjar.
“This could be extremely entertaining if we just keep her there.”
“Odin commands it,” he angered.
She tsked before placing her hand over her heart.
The darkness left Finna’s eyes as Hogun rushed to her side. “Finn,” he lifted her face to look into her eyes. “Talk to me, Finna.”
“Why isn’t she answering?” Sif asked the sorceress.
“Van brain chemistry is so… easy to manipulate,” she laughed. “But difficult to heal.”
“Fix her, witch!” Fandral lunged for her.
Volstagg and Hogun held their mate back as the Einherjar each took an arm of the sorceress.
“Odin commands…”
“I care not what Odin commands, he is not my king!” she squealed. “I only did his bidding to ensure that Van Witch was unable to ascend to the throne! I’ll not have an inferior being as Protectress of my realm!”
The Einherjar closest to her, the same one who had returned from the Dark World with news of Loki’s death, drew his sword and quickly decapitated the woman before she even had a chance to know it was coming.
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Odin arrived at the Hall of Healers and walked straight up to where Finna lay. “Why isn’t she conscious?”
“The Norn witch you sent would rather have scrambled her brain than be of assistance!” Volstagg glared at him.
“Where is she, I demand…”
“The Einherjar you sent killed her when she refused to help,” Sif smirked. “I like him.”
“This is not good news,” he grumbled.
“Why?” Fandral looked him in the eye. “She had nothing to do with Loki’s escape, we all made sure of it!”
“She must learn her place!”
“And she has! Or have you been drowning in your own grief too much to notice?!”
“Fan…” Hogun grabbed his arm.
“You are hell bent on not leaving a single prodigy to take the throne!” he unleashed his fury. “Loki’s dead, Thor’s missing, Balder was in the prisons with us, and Finna…” he shook his head as he turned back to look down at his friend.
“I’m sorry,” he spoke lowly.
“Are you?! Really?!”
“Fandral, mind your tongue,” Sif reminded him to whom he was speaking.
“I shall travel to Nornheim tonight and plead my case directly to Queen Karnilla. I will fix this, I swear.”
Fandral calmed himself before nodding.
Odin looked around before walking out to the hall and stopping to take a breath. As he walked off and turned a corner, one of his Einherjar followed.
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“Loki,” Finna whispered.
Everyone looked up and waited.
“Do you think she knows?” Sif asked.
“For all I know, she foresaw it,” Fandral answered.
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Odin approached the throne of Queen Karnilla of the Norns with an Einherjar at each side. As he bowed to her, she cocked her eyebrow and smiled. “I’m honored, King Odin.”
“As am I,” he nodded. “Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice.”
“I do hope this is your quick apology for the assassination of one of my Crones. What are you willing to pay her family?”
“Excuse me?” he stopped. “She failed to keep her bargain.”
“She put your daughter in the Darkness not once, but twice. She gave you what you wanted in a neat, tidy little gift-wrapped box.”
“That she did,” he acknowledged as the Einherjar to his left glanced at him. “And I apologize for the rash actions of my guardsmen. They were hasty upon what they thought was a threat to their Princess.”
“So let me get this straight…” the Einherjar to his left began to glow green as he shifted to that of this true form. “You’re the reason Finna nearly went insane in the darkness last year as well as now?” Loki turned to his father.
“Loki,” he whispered.
Queen Karnilla clapped her hands together and watched them closely. “This is entertainment!”
“You took my wife away from me,” Loki stared him down.
“She deserves better than you!”
He smiled before turning to the queen and bowing lowly. “My Queen, I offer you a gift!”
“And what might that be?”
“The King of Asgard!” he grabbed Gungnir before pushing his father to the ground and stepping on his back. “All I ask for is the cure to restore Princess Dýrfinna.”
“Loki, please!” Odin pleaded with him.
“And what would I do with the Allfather?” Karnilla’s eyes glowed in happiness.
“Imprison him, torture him, kill him… I care not. My only concern is making Finna Queen.”
Karnilla was no fool, the Allfather’s powers were far superior than hers… which is why he was, or course, the Allfather. His one weakness, however, was well documented in the annals of history and if there was one thing she knew well was how to seduce a man.
“Please see Odin to his new chambers, and introduce him to a dozen of our most beautiful handmaidens. He will be treated as our guest and not be harmed.”
Loki waited as he watched her.
“You have an agreement, on one condition.”
“What’s that?” he waited patiently.
“You, Loki Laufeyson, shall be guest in my bed tonight.”
A smile slowly rose to his face as she stepped down from her throne and approached him. “I believe that can be arranged.”
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UPDATE!
It has been since July, but I've finally got some new parts for you! From here until the end, I will post two chapters every Thorsday; one at 1AM and the other at 1PM. Enjoy!
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ᚳᚻᚫᛈᛏᛖᚱ ᛚᛁᛋᛏ, ᛋᚢᛗᛗᚫᚱᚣ, & ᚹᚫᚱᚾᛁᚾᚷᛋ
(Chapter List, Summary, & Warnings)
The Settling of Dust (68)
Trauma Which Cannot Be Ignored (69)
Mistrust of the Highest (70) (11/25)
The Transference of Power (71) (11/25)
The Queen's First Decree (72) (12/2)
Stubborn Pride in Triplicate (73) (12/2)
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The Beginning of The End of A New Beginning (61)
ᚳᚻᚫᛈᛏᛖᚱ ᛚᛁᛋᛏ, ᛋᚢᛗᛗᚫᚱᚣ, & ᚹᚫᚱᚾᛁᚾᚷᛋ
Jane Foster walked into Finna’s bedchamber the next morning to find that Thor was cuddled with Alrekk in a chair next to Finna’s bed, watching her sleep. She smiled as she sat next to him and placed her hand on his arm.
“You’re such a good uncle,” she whispered.
He watched the boy before turning his eyes to her. “I’d like to think I’m an even better father,” he waited for her response.
She frowned, looking over the boy’s bright red hair and pale skin. She looked around the room and noticed that at no time was she ever introduced to Finna’s husband.
“Loki is not his father,” he watched her. “I am.”
She mulled over the information she had as she frowned. “I’m confused.”
He began to smile. “It is very confusing, yet… not at all.”
She laced her fingers through his and leaned into him. “Explain.”
“When I was exiled to Earth, when I had met you, Finna had conceived my child. She though she would never see me again and she had broken her betrothal to another man who wanted her dead. My brother, Loki, intervened and married her.
“Finna was Queen?” she raised her eyebrows.
“Loki fled Asgard and was assumed dead, so Father adopted her out of respect for his grandchild.”
“Wow, that’s a thing here? It sounds so… ancient.”
“Finna took care of Mother during that time; she stayed with her, by my father’s bed. My mother loved her.”
“Everyone seems to love her,” she acknowledged.
“I was not aware that Alrekk was my son until he was nearly a year old.”
“And now?”
“Now… she is a Deputy Commander in the Herd. We fought side by side to dispel the marauders from the Nine Realms. One thing led to another… When Father found out she was once again with child, he annulled her marriage to Loki and commanded that she marry me.”
“Commanded? Seriously, he forced you?”
“He did at first. I convinced him to let me see you once more, to truly decide my own fate.”
“That’s… crazy. You have three children with her and here you are, asking me what to do?”
He smiled as he looked into her eyes. “Balder is next in line for the throne if I decide not to take it, and Alrekk after him. Either way, Finna will be Queen or Queen Mother.”
“Why would you not take it?”
They looked down to see Alrekk open his eyes and look around.
“Good morning,” Thor grinned. “Would you like some breakfast?”
He frowned and shook his head.
“Would you like to see your mother?”
He nodded.
“Come on, then,” he leaned toward the bed.
“Hmmm,” she mumbled sleepily.
“I love you,” Alrekk kissed her.
She smiled before opening her eyes. “I’m still here.”
“Thankfully,” Thor sighed. “I think you should move to Vanaheim.”
She began to laugh.
“You’re hell-bent on sacrificing yourself in the name of Asgard.”
“Tell me you wouldn’t do the same.”
“I can live with my death,” he brushed his nose against hers. “I cannot, however, live with yours.”
She brushed her fingertips across his cheek before changing the subject. “We need to name our children.”
“Not at this moment.”
She smirked at his determination. “I have no desire to pull rank on you this morning, darling.”
“I’d like to see you try!” he chuckled.
They were interrupted when Katla walked in with a bundle in her arms. Thor’s eyes filled with joy as he looked over his brand new daughter.
“I thought I’d bring her in before she woke up brother,” she grinned as she handed the hungry baby to her mother.
“Thank you,” Finna quickly began to nurse her. “Ooh, she’s aggressive.”
“It’s as if she’s the daughter of a Warrior Queen,” he laughed.
She turned to him and smiled.
“So? Do your thing and name our daughter,” he waited.
She placed her hand on her daughter head as her eyes darkened. “She will have hair of gold with her father’s blue eyes... her golden hair hung in tresses, and at the end of each plait hung a bead. To some men her hair was the color of the yellow flag iris which grows by summer water; others thought it like ruddy polished gold. Slender and exquisite as a birch tree, of shape as sweet as the fine clover, of color as fair as a summer morning, she is the type of the glory of all lands…”
“Are you reciting a work of poetry?” Jane waited.
“Niamh of the Golden Hair, she will be worshiped as a Maiden Goddess of Earth,” her eyes returned to normal as she looked down at her daughter.
“Goddess,” Jane asked slowly.
“I’m only the messenger,” she whispered. “Sometimes I’m not sure what it means either.”
“So… Niamh,” Thor changed the subject. “I like it.”
“Of course you do,” she smiled as Svana dashed in with a crying baby boy.
“Oh no! He’s afraid he’s going to starve!” Finna laughed as she handed Naimh off for burping.
“Wh…” Thor froze. “What do I…”
“Pat her back,” Finna cooed softly. “You won’t hurt her.”
He glanced down as he held her awkwardly. Finna watched from the corner of her eye as she brought her son to breast.
“Odin’s Beard,” he mumbled as the tiny newborn snuggled into her father as her marks began to swirl around her skin.
“She knows you’re her father,” Finna kissed his cheek.
He relaxed as he looked down proudly at his son. “Finnán.”
“Wh…” she whipped her head up.
“He’s going to be a warrior and a hunter. I dreamt of him the night you told me you were pregnant.”
“Finnán it is,” she blushed, knowing full well that he had just named their son after her.
“He’ll be fair with your beautiful brown eyes… the ladies will love him.”
“Of course.”
“My Princess,” Jora approached them. “Prince Balder and Lady Sif are here to see you.”
She nodded as her handmaidens immediately straightened up the room and propped the new parents up onto pillows to make them presentable. Rjupta even went so far as to brush and braid her lady’s hair before handing her a glass of wine.
“Thank you,” Finna smiled before waving off the glass.
Balder burst through the doors carrying gifts as Sif stopped and stared at the Mortal in the room.
“Momma!” Alrekk climbed onto the bed between his parents.
“Careful, my love,” she helped him onto the bed. “Your brother is still eating.”
“You look much better,” Balder leaned down to kiss her cheek, completely ignoring the fact that she was nursing her son.
Jane frowned uncomfortably as she looked away.
“Thank you,” she smiled up at him. “Have you met them yet?”
“No,” he threw himself onto the end of the bed.
“Your niece, Niamh,” Thor handed her off.
“By the Gods, brother, she looks like you!” he goaded his brother. “Wow.”
“Aren’t genetics funny?” Finna giggled.
“Wow,” Jane turned to look over Finna. “You nearly died yesterday, you look… so well.”
She raised her eyebrows. “I heal normally, Jane Foster,” she spoke slowly.
“She’s always been a quick healer,” Thor waved his hand. “Even for an Asgardian.”
“Good thing I’m not Asgardian then,” Finna sassed him as they laughed together.
Finna suddenly straightened up. “The Allfather calls for his Commanders.”
Thor sighed heavily before crawling out of bed and walking to the dressing room.
“Jora,” Finna pointed to her daughter.
“Finn,” Balder complained as the handmaiden took her away.
“I need to get ready,” she handed her son to him. “Meet Finnán.”
“Finnán,” Alrekk repeated.
“You’re not ready for this, Finna,” Sif watched her slip out of bed.
“Am I not still Deputy Commander of the Raven Battalion?”
“Of course you are.”
“Am I not still Princess of Asgard and Protectress of the Nine Realms?”
Balder held the baby in the crook of his left arm and grabbed her with his free hand. “You are also my sister, whom nearly died protecting our fallen mother just before giving birth to twins only yesterday. You will sit this one out.”
“I have to do something…”
“You… will bond with the future of Asgard,” he kissed his nephew’s head before returning him to the arms of his mother. “All of Asgard and the Nine Realms will look to you in their loss of Mother. Begin by showing them what a wonderful one you are.”
She relaxed her shoulders and sighed heavily. “Of course.”
She handed her son to Katla just in time to see Thor rejoin them in his battle armor.
“Jane… please, stay here with Finna. I am not sure how long this meeting will last.”
“Please,” Finna turned to her with a smile.
They shared a silent conversation for a moment before he again kissed her on the forehead. “I’m fully aware,” he smirked.
Jane raised her eyebrows and turned to Thor.
“She can read thoughts…” he looped his finger through the air. “It’s a Finna thing.”
“Can she…” she began.
“Yes,” Finna answered her question with a smile. “Mortals are extremely easy to read, as well as…”
“Control,” Jane’s eyes widened as she realized that Finna had just forced her to speak.
“Finn,” Thor growled. “Don’t scare her.”
“I’m fairly sure that ship has sailed,” she grinned and waved as the men turned to leave. Once they were out the door, Finna turned and looked at Jane. “Come with me.”
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Whispers In The Shadows (63)
ᚳᚻᚫᛈᛏᛖᚱ ᛚᛁᛋᛏ, ᛋᚢᛗᛗᚫᚱᚣ, & ᚹᚫᚱᚾᛁᚾᚷᛋ
Finna sat in the dark and nursed her babies as the palace stirred. Frigga’s funeral had been beautiful, and Odin conveyed his gratitude by kissing her on the forehead and walking off.
The Allfather had a lot on his mind.
The War Council had been meeting for hours when she realized that she had stopped hearing voices in her head. Fandral, Sif… even Thor’s voices had become silent. Her mouth dropped open as she realized that she was being blocked.
She helped her handmaidens put the babies to bed and read Alrekk a story before walking to her dressing room and dressing into her battle armor. Slipping out of her bedchamber, she traveled through the shadows while focusing on the thoughts of anyone who might know their location. Volstagg, Hogun, Heimdall…
She smiled to herself as she headed out of the Palace and into the city.
.
“The Dark Elves will return,” Thor spoke to his friends. “He can sense the location of the AEther. What I’m about to ask of you is treason of the highest order. Success… will bring us exile and failure shall mean our deaths.”
Fandral rubbed his hands together before looking around the table.
“Asgard needs Odin’s successor and his Queen to be free of scandal,” he turned to his brother. “The less she knows the safer she’ll be, and… we need our new queen as pristine as possible in the eyes of the Realm.”
Sif looked around the table. This was serious. “You just gave your youngest brother permission to marry the mother of your children? I’m sure Finna will love that,” she hissed.
“I will go,” Balder raised his hands. “But I’m not marrying the woman you should have,” he huffed before storming off.
“So there’s that,” Hogun growled.
“Malekith will return for the AEther. If we do nothing, he will come for it again but this time lay waste to all of Asgard. We must move Jane off-world.”
“The Bifrost has been shut down and the Tesseract locked away in the vault,” Sif spoke up.
“There are other paths on Asgard, ways known only to a few,” Heimdall followed.
“Two, actually,” Thor spoke slowly. “And one of them is to remain blissfully unaware of our plans.”
Sif turned her eyes to Volstagg and then Fandral.
Hogun shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Finna knew…
“No…” Volstagg whispered.
“He will betray you,” Fandral spoke up.
“He will try,” Thor answered quickly.
“If you do this, Loki will be King,” Finna’s voice called out from the shadows.
Thor rose to his feet to greet her as she stepped out into the candlelight. “A vision?”
“The same that predicted Mother’s death. Brothers will reunite and Loki shall rule Asgard once again.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible.”
“Do you not?” she huffed. “You’re already underestimating him?”
“Your visions are subjective, perhaps…”
“Have you had one since?” Sif asked.
She walked around the table and took Thor’s hand. Her eyes darkened as she threw her head back. “I see three; two princes and a princess. One lives, one dies, and one cast into Limbo. Only one can rule Asgard. Darkness will consume all or one, depending on the outcome.”
“Darkness?” Sif’s eyes filled with fear.
Finna’s eyes returned to normal as Thor watched her. “You will stay here, if I have to shackle you to your bed; Do you hear me?”
She nodded her head silently, the prospect of being lost in the darkness once more not appealing to her in the slightest.
“I don’t see how you can contribute to our outcome if you are not a part of it,” Thor looked around.
“And if the Allfather questions her?” Sif asked.
Finna raised her hand. “I will go.” Everyone watched her as she looked over each face in the room. “For Asgard,” she bowed before disappearing back into the shadows.
“I’m not sure which is worse, doing this with or without her help,” Volstagg sat up and took a drink from his cup. Fandral nodded in agreement.
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A Gift Amongst Turmoil (57)
ᚳᚻᚫᛈᛏᛖᚱ ᛚᛁᛋᛏ, ᛋᚢᛗᛗᚫᚱᚣ, & ᚹᚫᚱᚾᛁᚾᚷᛋ
“Picture the image you want to manifest in your mind, but focus the energy in your hand,” Finna instructed Flòraidh as she sat in the courtyard. Alrekk sat between her legs, resting against his mother’s bump, as Ulfur sat at attention, guarding his family.
The young lady glared at her hand for a long while, her face reddening as she concentrated.
“Woah, don’t hurt yourself,” Thor eyed her as he approached them.
Alrekk gave an ornery grin before producing a white rabbit that jumped into Flòraidh’s lap.
“Ouch,” Thor tried not to smile.
“Stop picking on the poor girl,” Finna looked up at him. “It’s not her fault she hasn’t learned about her gifts yet.”
“Sorry,” he rolled his eyes before kneeling down to kiss her and lifted his son into his arms. “Father has tasked me with an errand in another realm. I shall accompany the Rotund One to Vanaheim and return tomorrow.”
She laughed at his description for Volstagg and nodded her head. “Fine, I’ll take supper with the family tonight.”
“Is there anything you need from the home planet while I’m there?”
“Candied Bell Flower, please,” she grinned. “I’ve been craving it.”
“Then it’s yours,” he kissed her while placing Alrekk into her lap. “Stay safe. I’ll be home before you know it.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
“Keep your mother safe for me?” he ran his fingers through Alrekk’s hair.
“Momma,” he grinned.
“Good boy!” he laughed.
“You’re leaving?” Frigga approached them and waited for an answer.
“Business with the Van,” Thor rose to his feet. “This Prince of the Nine Realms thing is heavy business.”
“Welcome to my world,” Finna mumbled as he laughed.
“Safe travels,” she kissed his cheek. “I’ll watch over your family until you return.”
“Thank you, Mother,” he bowed before taking his leave.
She waited a moment before joining the women on the ground and holding her arms out for her grandson. “How are you feeling, my dear?”
“I swear sometimes I think you can read my mind,” she smirked.
“Maybe I can,” she teased her.
“I’m going to the Midwife this afternoon to check on her. She’s… quite big.”
Frigga stared at Finna’s tummy and tilted her head. “How long have you known?”
“Seven moons. I don’t think Alrekk was even this big at birth.”
She nodded her head. “Perhaps you should visit the Soul Forge instead, have the healers take a look?”
“Perhaps,” she looked at Flòraidh who was still working on manifesting something in the palm of her hand. “Our lesson today is to conjure an image. Alrekk mastered it,” she grinned as the toddler giggled.
“We shall work until you return,” Frigga nodded.
“Thank you,” she struggled to her feet before walking off.
.
Finna lay back on the glowing slab as the healers went to work, scanning her womb and reading the information coming back to them. She looked up as an image of her daughter’s heartbeat appeared and smiled as the sound of it soothed her.
“Your daughter is measuring correctly, my Lady. You are only seven moons into your gestation.”
“How am I so big?” her eyes widened. “I fear she’ll run out of space.”
The healers continued to work until one of them popped a bright smile onto her face. “There’s the problem!”
“Problem?” Finna’s heart rate increased.
“Perhaps we need a better angle?” she turned the image toward Finna’s back and pointed out the presence of a second child.
“Wh…” she lost her voice. “Two?”
“It seems as though our Little Princess has a brother.”
“Oh my,” Finna covered her hand over her mouth.
“Why do I have to hear that you are here from Mother?!” Balder yelled while walking through the doorway. “Your husband leaves and you end up ill?”
“He’s not yet my husband, and I’m not ill,” Finna grinned before breaking into laughter. “Far from it!”
“Then why…” he trailed off as he caught a glimpse of the image of the Soul Forge. “Is that…”
“Two,” the healers answered.
“Thor is going to collapse,” his eyes widened.
“Has he left on the Bifrost yet?”
“Moments ago, aye. Are you well?” he placed his hand on her forehead and smiled.”
“I feel no more pregnant than I did yesterday. It does explain my strange cravings and appetite, though.”
“I’m sure soon you could challenge Volstagg to an eating contest,” he grinned.
“Wow,” her eyes widened.
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The Queen's First Decree (72)
ᚳᚻᚫᛈᛏᛖᚱ ᛚᛁᛋᛏ, ᛋᚢᛗᛗᚫᚱᚣ, & ᚹᚫᚱᚾᛁᚾᚷᛋ
As the ceremony broke up, Finna turned to meet the eyes of the love of her life. She then turned out to glare at the one human looking back at her.
“She will never in her life get to witness anything as magical and spectacular as an Asgardian coronation. I had to invite her.” he kissed her. “It was brilliant, by the way!”
“Thank you,” she blushed.
“You look… like a queen,” he grinned.
“Stop, seriously,” she growled.
“My Queen,” Fandral bowed to her.
“Not you too!” she hissed.
“Get used to it,” Sif called out. Finna turned around to see her, Volstagg, and Hogun all bowed.
She let out a breath as she nodded her head. “Fine. Bow away.”
“My Queen, you need time to rest before the celebration,” Jora bowed to her.
“Ah yes,” she turned to Thor. “The adjustment period. I need to go and pick Father’s brain about all the neat new things going on in my head.”
Thor frowned as he glanced up at Odin. “How are you feeling, Father?”
“Like an old man,” he answered wearily.
“I’ll talk to you again at the feast,” Finna patted his arm.
“Finn,” he pulled her aside. “Be careful.”
She followed his gaze to Odin. “I cannot hear his thoughts,” she whispered.
“He is not himself, watch yourself.”
She turned back to him. “I will.”
He smiled before nodding and letting her go.
.
She followed Odin into his study where Einherjar took the spear from her and locked the doors. She relaxed as she used her magic to change into a white gown with a gold armored bustier. “Much better.”
“You looked absolutely beautiful today,” he watched her.
She frowned as she walked toward the reading table in the middle of the room. She was silent for a moment before speaking. “How did you do it?”
“Do what?”
She looked up slowly. “How did you give me Odin’s powers, when they’re not yours to give?”
He slowly broke into a wide grin. “The Vala did their job, they gave you what you asked for.”
“None of this is what I asked for.”
“I told you, Finna. I’ve made you the queen you deserve to be,” green energy flowed around him as he finally transformed back into himself.
She stared at him, speechless.
“Say something.”
Her eyes began to glow green as she raised her hand and blasted him with a bolt of white energy. “You are… incapable of telling the truth, aren’t you?!”
He held his chest, as he lay on the floor. “That’s not quite what I was expecting.”
“I can’t believe this!” she angered. “How?!”
He slowly pushed up to stand. “I was injured on Svartlheim, however… it wasn’t quite as grave as everyone thought.”
“And the Allfather?”
“Alive and well in Nornheim, held captive by Queen Karnilla in exchange for your expedited healing and ascension to the throne.”
“And what happens when he returns?”
“What can he do? You’re Queen, you have his powers!” he brushed his fingers across her cheek. “He will never hurt you again!”
“Every time you do something to help, it falls apart!” she again blasted him with a bolt of white energy from her hand, sending him across the room and into the wall with a thud.
He whimpered and grunted while pushing his way back up to his feet. “You’re welcome.”
“Do you ever think things through? Will you ever have an escape plan?”
“I don’t need to this time, there’s no way to possibly go wrong with this.”
“You are so bloody arrogant!” she hissed before moving her arm and sending him across the room, into another wall.
He reached up to his lip and felt the cut that had formed, studying the blood on his fingertips. “You still love me.”
“I mourned you! You were dead!”
“Just stop,” he crawled towards her. “I’m here, Finn. You need mourn no longer.”
She looked down into his eyes.
“I can’t trust you,” her lip trembled. “I told you from the beginning, if you ever lied to me…”
“I know, my love. I am so, so sorry,” he reached for her hands. “I know I’m the cause for so much of your pain, and it guts me. I can’t stand to see tears in your eyes, I’m completely to fault for them being there right now. You know me better than anyone, you know what’s in my heart. Everything I’ve done, has been for you.”
“Loki,” she looked away.
“Please forgive me,” he whispered.
“I cannot,” she stepped away.
“I meant what I said, the day I left for the Dark World,” he pushed up to his feet. “A world without your trust isn’t one I want to be a part of.”
“You’ve already died twice though, aye?”
He dropped his shoulders. “What can I do?”
She walked out to look over the balcony. “Nothing.”
“Name it, and I’ll do it.”
“I want nothing more from you,” she crossed her arms.
“Finna,” he placed his hands on her shoulders. “Please,” he begged. “Why can’t you believe that I did what I had to in order to save your life?!”
“You say you know me, but you know nothing,” she huffed. “I am not afraid of death, I welcome it; and I would have rather been dead than spend one second not being your wife.” She placed her hand atop his and leaned her cheek against them. She slowly turned her head and brought her sad, tear-filled eyes up to his.
In a flash, he had her in his arms, his lips pressed against hers. They pulled away only a moment to catch their breath, which gave her time to gather her thoughts and push away.
“I’m supposed to be in here, right now, seeking council with the Allfather; asking him questions about the new powers and abilities of his I just gained.”
“I grew up with him; I’ll answer any question you have.”
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” she rolled her eyes. “Then tell me, how is this supposed to end?”
“What?”
“You made me Queen while pretending to be the retired King. Where do you go now, how does this end?”
He watched her silently.
“You never change,” she shook her head sadly.
“We’ll make it work.”
“What, with you to my right and Thor on my left?”
“Do you love him?” he asked quickly.
She searched his eyes. “I do.”
He took a step back and leaned against the wall. “Well now, that complicates things.”
“That does?” she threw her head back in laughter. “None of this other stuff is a bother, but my being with another man is what complicates it?”
He smiled as he realized what she was saying.
She raised her hand to her head and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Are you alright?” he was by her side in an instant.
“I can hear the thoughts of everyone in the city. It’s a bit overwhelming.”
“Well you can turn off Thor, he’s basically a barbarian.”
She burst into a grin. “I’ve missed you.”
“And I you, my darling,” he sat her down on a bench, wrapping his arms around her. “You’re right, I didn’t think this completely through. Perhaps we should travel to Nornheim and you can speak to Odin himself.”
“Would you be willing to aid me if you were he?”
“Trust me, he may never want to leave. Karnilla has him locked up with a dozen or so women, it’s been a nonstop orgy since I left him there.”
She raised her eyebrows. “I’d volunteer to be imprisoned again if it was like that.”
“Wouldn’t we all?”
She placed her hand on his knee and rested her cheek against his shoulder. “I’ve told Alrekk that you died honorably.”
“He need not know anything further.”
“You shouldn’t play on the emotions of your loved ones.”
“It is what I’m good at, though.”
She closed her eyes and smiled. “That is not all you’re good at.”
He let a low rumble escape his chest as he lurched toward her.
Finna closed her eyes and shook her head as all of the feelings she had for him returned. Once again, no matter how wrong a relationship would be, in their souls… it felt right. “Why can’t I say no to you?”
“Ancient magic brought us together, remember? We’ve never been in control of it.”
“Finna?” Grimm called from the door.
“Yes Da?” she asked in her mind.
“Are you feeling alright? Thor mentioned that you may be overwhelmed by Odin’s powers.”
“I am fine. I’m trying to get used to my new abilities.”
“Which are?”
“Lengthy,” she giggled. “I’ll be ready to proceed to the feast soon.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
She looked up into Loki’s eyes and took his hands. He smiled for a moment as her eyes glowed bright green. “Finn?”
“If you’re telling the truth, you won’t mind if I take a look.”
“Finna…”
“Relax,” she looked deeply into his eyes and began to read his thoughts and memories. She went through the events of the past few days as he portrayed the role of Odin, his stolen glances at her and preparations made for her coronation. She then went back to Nornheim when he imprisoned his father, and slept with Queen Karnilla.
She went through everything he did, seeing her lost in the Darkness yet again, portraying the role as Einherjar, and back to the Dark World. She saw the fight that took place, and their trickery of the Dark Elves.
His memories began to flash by faster as she went all the way back to their annulment, the last time they made love, her thoughts in his mind while she was away, the birth of their son, the battle on Earth, his capture at the hands of The Titan.
She went all the way back past their wedding, to the moment they met. As she brought herself back from his mind, he closed his eyes and reached for the back of the bench as she caught her breath.
They were both quiet for a long moment.
Loki cleared his throat. “You know everything now.”
“I do,” she watched him.
“And?”
“You lie just as much as you tell the truth.”
He frowned as he watched her.
“So you really did expect me just to… melt into a puddle when you revealed yourself today?”
“Um…”
“How little do you think of me?”
“I…”
“You are amazing,” she rose to her feet. “You gave up on us, on me. You lied to everyone and caused our marriage to be removed from the annals of history. You broke my heart so thoroughly that the Gods removed their curse on me and revoked my claim to you… and you expect me to fall all over you?”
“Finna…”
She waved her hand, causing him to shift back into Odin’s likeness. “I have Nine Realms to oversee. I don’t have time for your shenanigans.”
“You are mine!” he found his voice.
“I am Queen,” she raised her voice. “I belong to no man!”
He stood speechless as she walked off and opened the doors.
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