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BODYGUARD AU SHES SPOILED HE NEEDS THE JOB THEY HATE EACH OTHER.
"Sól." The word was spoken in fond greeting, though Hel was quick to cover her eyes with her hands, though even that couldn’t save the red and black marks now burnt into occuli unprepared to look upon the sun. Even the whisps of her soul shone through the thin skin and worn bones of Hel’s hands, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" We’re it not for how she shied back, creeping away from the harsh light that tortured occuli that knew of only darkness, her question may have seemed almost sincere.
The sun goddess smiled as Hel covered her face with her hands. She adored having that effect on people, to be able to hurt and illuminate without really meaning to. It probably would be more tactful to appear something other than pleased, but no one was looking, so the expression would have been lost any way.
"Nothing, really," she said with a dainty, practiced sigh. "Just checking in." It was a bit of a lie, of course, Odin often sent her to check on his brother's brood to see if they had become more hostile, but it was still just a check in. "Here, I brought you flowers." With a small flourish, Sól produced a hefty bouquet of lillies from her bag. "Grew them just for you."
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"Shouldn’t you be off somewhere you know shining brightly in the sky?" Mani yawned a light smile on his face.
"Not today," she said, biting back a smile at her brother's sleepy movements. "Glenr's taking care of that today. So no worries about that." She reached over to gently tousle his hair. "I know you need your sleep, but I was hoping we could do something together. It's been a while since we've had the chance."
While Sól is generally rough, if not outright mean to the people she meets, the one way she does show kindness is with plants. She is an expert gardener and will often steal dying house plants from people and nurse them back to health before returning them to their owner with a long, somewhat passive-aggressive list of how they need to take better care of their chlorophyll-filled baby.
The sweet rush of pain where her hands touched his skin had him moving back. He wanted that heat to swallow him up. Gods, how he’d missed her warmth on his face. So close he could taste it on the wind.
"Lie to yourself if you want, but not to me."
Sköll pulled the knife out of his belt. His knees bent slightly, preparing to run. Not away but after. The chase was in his bones. It was foolish of her to come to his place. He had been there long enough to know where everything was. The exits, the places to get caught, the spots that made a poor defense.
"We could have had fun before the end, Sól. Who knows you better than I do? And instead you want to spend it fighting." Sköll spun the blade in his hand. "Go on an run then. For honour and duty and that one-eyed bastard."
“I do not fear you,” Sól spat, drawing a knife of her own. The damned beast had some nerve, telling her who she was, how she felt. It would not do. And, while she might not be able to kill him, at the very least she would be able to make him suffer.
Her rage heated her, filled her, sustained her, and soon she was glowing almost as brightly as her namesake. The mortals were mere shadows, the walls and furnishings, ash. The wolf and his punishment were everything. She lunged, all fire and smoke, and brightness and heat. The knife in her hand was half-melted by the time it reached him, and she smeared the blade across his throat, smiling in anticipation of blood and burns, even if they were only temporary.
“You deserve this,” she growled. “To be trapped in this pathetic mortal shell. Weak and pitiful and forgotten. You are nothing. You have always been nothing.”
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"Aye, just me’, he repeated, nodding. "What has happened to you lately that has caused you so much trouble, lady Sól? Surely people would want the sun to rise on time. I know I would", he wondered. Their godly attributes, her being goddess of the sun and he being god of fertility of land, were close together. It made sense not to wish her any harm.
"Thank you, my lady". He stepped inside, looking at his surroundings with curiosity before turning his face towards Sól. "Whichever you wish to serve will do."
"Wolves, mostly. And some humans too, actually." She paused for a second, wondering how much she should say. It wasn't that there was trouble for , Sól as a goddess, per se, but for her human alter ego. Too many rules and regulations on when and where it was acceptable for her to be especially when it came to her herpetarium. "I'm not the best neighbor in the world. People tend to take offense." There really wasn't much else she could say on the topic, so Sól quickly rushed Freyr into the house.
"Beer to start then," she said with a smile. "And maybe some popcorn as well? It's a good food. I'm surprised it hasn't caught on in other parts of the Nine."
In truth, Sól really wasn't in the mood for popcorn, but the smell of it cooking might help override the smell of reptiles that permeated her home. They weren't exactly a shame, per se, but knowledge of them might drive Freyr away, and she didn't want that.
She raised her head, eyes narrowed. Freya disliked when people wanted to “protect” her. Had Sól so quickly forgotten Freya’s status as leader of the Valkyrie? A great shieldmaiden in her own right? She folded her arms as she watched her approached.
"I am no damsel in distress, Sól," she retorted. "If you wish to fight me, I will gladly comply. I do not need a guardian. I have fought my own battles since I was a child."
Sól grimaced, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She knew that Freya was capable in the sense of the word, but it wasn't like she showed it. Hiding behind wolves and men, never really rebelling against either the Aesir or the Vanir. She looked soft, but was manipulative. Woman needed to pick a side.
"And what a fine job you've done. Truly. Look at you, girl, you're a mess!" She turned away, trying to stem the flushed, angry glow that leaked from her pores. If Sköll was anywhere nearby, he would see it and come to them.
Voice hushed, but not necessarily softened, she continued. "I don't know what anyone sees in you. Why you were picked for all the things that should have been--" A noise in the nearby forest distracted Sól and she turned sharply, searching for the noise.
Nothing. It always was.
"You know what I'm talking about."
He bit down on the pain only pulling away when his skin began to sizzle. Sköll held up his hand so she could watch it heal as fast as it had burned. No permanent damage. Just like always. He gave her his own wicked grin.
"You run like a scared rabbit. That doesn’t make you better. I’ve seen your fear. You’re only here because you think you’re safe from the big, bad wolf."
Sköll stepped closer and sniffed her again. No matter how far he got from the chase, that smell would drag him back. What he wouldn’t give for just one taste.
"Maybe it could have been different, if you’d let it." He breathed against her skin.
Her eyes widened as she watched Sköll heal, swallowing her fear as he stepped closer, cornering her against the bar. She was better than this. She was stronger than this. Even if he could heal, he was still uncertain in this form, weak in spirit. Even if Odin has deemed it necessary to give him protection, after al she’d asked for, after all she’d done….
It doesn’t matter. Fight him. Now.
“Don’t fucking touch me, dog,” she snarled, shoving Sköll away from her, whole body burning, glowing hotter and hotter. “I’m not afraid of you. I run because it is my honor, my sacred duty, my service to Odin and the Nine. I am not afraid.”
Freya smiled weakly at the other woman. She could see the hatred in Sól’s face. It was not exactly unexpected. But certainly unwanted. She slid off her horse. “Maybe we should talk,” she returned calmly. “Please. I do not wish to fight.”
Sól nodded slowly. Honestly, she would have preferred a fight, always would, but it was true that civility suited then in a way bloodshed did not. She stepped out of her chariot and cautiously approached Freya. It appeared her husband was nowhere to be found, but, then again you could never be sure with wolves--they were always lurking.
"If you didn't want a fight, I might have been the wrong person to come to," she mused quietly. "I fight. It's what I do. And you... you need to be protected. From yourself, if nothing else."
Before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece, or cousin, I am my own person, and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm.
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