#vilisonofbor

[freyja-njorddottir]

btb characters as ao3 tags

Balder:

Bor:

Bestla:

Brunnhilde:

Freyja:

Freyr:

Frigga:

Njord:

Odin:

Ve:

Vili:

[freyroftheharvest]

We have to Talk |Closed RP

The pop and crack of the fire in the hearth woke Freyr with a start, a sharp breath drawn in through his nose as the room came into gradual focus. He was warm, and he basked in the feeling, ready to cuddle into the soft down of his bed once more before he realised that there was more to the warmth than he had initially thought.

Specifically...there was the breathing. Someone’s chest at his back rising and falling. Male from the width of it.

Freyr barely dared to breathe himself as his mind snapped into a whirlwind fury, trying to think of what he had done the night previous...And with whom. Still breathing shallow, Freyr carefully turned his head backward, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was at his back.

His hair had fallen loose somehow, the night before, and obscured his vision now.

Freyr bit his lip, thinking, processing. He had been out at the tavern, yes good. He had been...drinking though he should not have done with the elskama coursing through his system. He remembered a distinct lack of caring on his own part about that at the time that he had been the most under its influence.

He must have...met with someone...Freyr squeezed his eyes closed, trying to think.

There was a low sound from the person at his back, and a shift of the bed as he moved. His spine stiffened somewhat at the sound. Vili...

[freyroftheharvest]

The Tides of War | Closed RP

Freyr’s hands were shaking. He turned his back to Odin, pressing his weight against his horse as he tried to stop them, closing his eyes tightly against the crowded tents around them. The din of battle was at hand, and all he could think of was the descent of Aesir warriors on his head, the shouts of his men at his sides as they dropped around him like flies and he cut forward.

Freyr took a deep breath, slowing his heart rate, patting the horse’s neck as it danced nervously, sensing his discomfort.

Somewhere they’d started the fires, and he could smell the harsh burning oils they’d doused the boulders in. Clearing his throat, Freyr rubbed his nose, tightening the girth of the saddle one last time, just to be certain.

[freyja-njorddottir]

Squire Duty | Closed RP

“You didn’t have to be such a bear.” 

Freyja broke the silence hanging heavy between them on their walk back to their own lodgings. She brought her hands up to rub her arms at the evening chill, much colder, it felt like, after having been so warm in the tent and embrace of her betrothed. Before Vili had come to snatch her back to finish her chores.

And she hadn’t overlooked his reaction to the discovery of she and Ve’s betrothal-- unenthused, to say the least. Freyja looked to the man walking slightly ahead of her, standing rigid and an entire head taller than her, and frowned. 

[truequeenofasgard]

Armed to the Teeth | Closed RP

The niggling thing in the back of the second son of Bor's mind uncurled itself...

Bestla woke with some reluctance from her slumber. The inner workings of the boy's mind were more complicated by far than those of the other two, she would wager. She had dredged herself up for the battle, experienced what lurked beneath the surface of his meek veneer, and had smiled.

He was to be her instrument after all.

It was in his unconscious state, barely able to make sense of the blurred memories and thoughts, that Bestla, too, had slept. She woke to the face of the girl who had tried to push her out, and quietly, so as not to be heard, she snarled at the little upstart who thought herself more powerful than the Queen of Asgard.

Still...now was not the time.

She'd yet to see Bor. Perhaps the old bastard had already died, and Vili was on the throne. But no, no...upon examining the memories floating about, easier to see now that he'd been healed somewhat, she knew for certain that he lived still. That he had been away. That there had been a siege happening upon Asgard. Perhaps her people were not so stupid as she remembered.

So Bestla settled in, amongst the memories and feelings, content to lie in wait. She'd waited so many, many years. A little longer would not hurt.

When the girl stopped Ve from lashing out, when she showed him what her magic could do, Bestla understood what it was that made the power that lay dormant within the boy's mind tick. She smiled again, sharp and knowing.

Oh Bor...your own blood betrays you.

[odinborsonallfather]

“Mind over matter – matter over mind”

Uruz - “Oo – Ruse” – Literally: “Aurochs” – Esoteric: Endurance, Formation, Manifestation

Key Concepts: life force, physical health, courage, organic structure, manifestation, formation, healing, vigor, endurance

[odinborsonallfather]

“We inherit ourselves.”

Othala - “Oh-thall-ah” – Literally: “Homeland” or “Ancestral Lot” – Esoteric: Inheritance, estate, noble

Rune of anscetral spiritual power, divine inheritance and earthly estate.

[asgardianarchitect]

Caught Napping | Closed RP

Ve collapsed onto his bed heavily, face-first into the pillow. The linens and furs gave around him, nestling him in a short wall of soft warmth before he turned his head slightly to reach air.

"Hmm,  just one hour," he insisted back to the Vanir woman who had helped walk him to his room. "No more . . . need to get . . . back to work . . . soon . . ."

His eyes had begun falling shut again, and he struggled to focus on Freyja as she stood beside the bed. "C'n stay . . . near . . . t' wake me up," he exhaled slowly, sinking further into his pillow, "in an . . . hour . . ."

The only sounds remaining in the wood-paneled room was the slight whirring of a time-device upon a cluttered desk and Ve's slowing breaths.