Dropping the basket at her feet Helga ran inside, quicklylifting the small boy away from the fire. With a look of worry painting her features she quickly took his burning hand in hers, rushing back outside where a barrel full of cold water already awaited them. ❝ Oh sweetheart, you know you should not get so close to fire. Hasn’t papa shown you the dangers of it? When it gets too hot you should back away, or you will burnyourself. ❞ Brows furrowed as the boy kept sobbing against her shoulder, carefully taking his hand and lowering it in the water, hoping the burn would not be too severe and it would numb the pain long enough for Floki and Angie to return. He would be able to heal it without breaking a sweat, his strength having increased after the Yule sacrifices. ❝ Please don’t cry my sweet, Papa will get back soon. ❞ After having submerged Váli’s hand in the icy water long enough she lifting him back up high in her arms, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. ❝ Dry your tears little one, let’s go back inside. I might have something that will cool your hand for now — ❞
Floki had arrived back at their home not long after the incident. Halting their carriage, with Angrboða in his lap, the sense of worry fell in his stomach. He hadn’t been so far away that he could not feel the pain in his hand, but he hadn’t expected it to be Váli who was hurt. Helga could be clumsy with the fish and he’d healed her wounds before but in his distraction of the market and his daughter’s excitement to buy everything, Floki had completely overlooked the burning on his palm. ❝ Helga? Váli?! ❞ He lifted his daughter and hopped down from the carriage to quickly hurry to the house, Angie staying behind to carry some of the food in. ❝ Helga... ❞ He saw his wife cradling the little boy and holding a cold, paste soaked cloth to his palm. With fear clear on his face he fell to his knees to check the boy’s hand over. ❝ What happened, my son? He didn’t call for me...I didn’t know... ❞ Of course the son of a God wouldn’t be forever scarred by a simple burn, but with Váli’s unique condition, Floki worried twice as much when the boy was in scared or in pain.
