Midgar and the Temple of Tyr 2.259

The day of the opening of the Temple of Tyr in the center of the Lake of the Nine Realms arrived and Viggo traveled to Midgar with Kiara's help. Just a few minutes ago she had left and left Viggo at the entrance of the witch's flowery garden, the one who called herself Freya and Rosewisse swore she was the goddess of the Vanir. However, in Viggo's eyes she only looked like a normal woman. He even dared to think that when she was called Freya, she offended the image that Viggo had in his head about the goddess, mother of Ottar.

In front of Viggo was marked a nature trail in the middle of the garden. On the sides were yellow grasslands with beautiful red bushes and purple flowers that possessed a special luster, as if they were fireflies. The space did not exceed twenty meters wide, surrounded by mounds of natural earth that became hills and kept the garden hidden.

Viggo advanced through the colorful garden looking at the wild boars grazing twenty meters ahead of him quietly. Thirty meters ahead was a pair of deer and a small calf. However, even though everyone was grazing quietly, feeling Viggo's advance they ran in the opposite direction.

Viggo continued to move forward without giving it much importance. At the end of the road, a hundred meters ahead, the space opened several tens of meters, and you could see the huge turtle that must have measured about forty meters long by twenty wides. On his back he carried a huge tree that raise ten meters and spread its branches in all directions with leaves of an intense red color. This turtle carried Freya's hut under its belly.

Viggo continued to approach, and the turtle noticed. She looked at him with her huge eyes and turned her face. The turtle, a little smarter than the rest of the animals, already knew Viggo, so she didn't panic. At least remembered seeing him twice, so she doesn't consider him an enemy.

Viggo stopped under the turtle's head, almost as big as a hut. It was covered by moss and other natural fungi that grew in the forests. Under her jaw hung two long bumps that looked like mustaches.

—Hello, friend— said Viggo to convey confidence to the animal.

The animal looked at him for a few moments and let out a slight roar in response. That made Viggo smile as it showed him that the animal had a certain intellect.

—If you behave well, I'll bring you something cool— Viggo added, continuing to advance under the turtle, where the entrance to the witch Freya's hut was. A rustic construction made of wood that looked dirty. Viggo climbed the three steps, stopped in front of the door, and knocked three times.

—Who is it?— asked Rosewisse in a playful tone from inside the house.

—Hello— said Viggo, following the game —I'm Mr. Dragonroad, I'm coming for Mrs. Dragonroad; I miss her so much—

—I'm sorry, Mrs. Dragonroad is busy— Rosewisse replied jokingly.

Viggo folded his arms showing a big smile and lowered his head as if he were thinking —that's a problem— he replied —well, no problem, I'll just have to find a new Mrs. Dragonroad—

The door of the cabin under the turtle opened, and a winged woman with a silver hair and blue eyes, walked out. She wore a light, loose brown robe, and a sleeveless leather coat, much like the one occupied by the witch Freya.

—Unfortunate, you're supposed to insist— Rosewisse said with a frown. However, when she found Viggo outside, with his arms folded and a joking smile, she knew he was bothering her.

—Hello, love— said Viggo, approached a surprised Rosewisse and stole a kiss. Rosewisse soon forgot about her previous thoughts and hugged him while kissing him.

Viggo and Rosewisse haven't seen each other for more than a month. She was busy receiving the education of the Vanir goddess, Freya. Therefore, distance generated longing, fear, and love. It wasn't as if they had been left on bad terms or anything, but Rosewisse always worried that Viggo would take these visits to Freya badly, as if she no longer wanted him or his family.

Someone coughed interrupting the moment between the two. Viggo and Rosewisse parted their lips but kept their embrace. They looked back and saw a woman with brown hair, oval face, unkempt and simple. There was no care in her skin or appearance in terms of conventional fashion. However, even so, it emitted the charm of those who have been at the peak of power.

—I see that you get along very well with your husband— said the witch Freya with a kind smile —I hope to see a new Valkyrie soon—

Rosewisse gestured a broad smile and nodded with a blush on her cheeks. She completely separated from Viggo and stretched out her left hand pointing inside the hut under the turtle. Viggo walked ahead and Rosewisse spanked him.

Freya inside the hut let out a chuck and Viggo let out a sigh while shaking his head.

The interior remained the same, the table with two chairs on the left. A large space in the center with a runic circle. On the right the burning fireplace and a cauldron hanging with a soup that emitted a vapor of all kinds of colors. Shelves on the walls with all kinds of jars, roots, and other types of elements for cooking or witchcraft. Whoever wanted to cook in this hut must know about witchcraft or he would end up eating something incredibly poisonous.

—You— said Freya, approaching Viggo and bringing her right hand to his cheek. Viggo stood still, he was used to this touch, it was like his mother's when she cared about him. Freya continued —you grew old again—

Viggo closed his eyes and nodded. Rosewisse was studying with Freya and Viggo studied the three paintings provided by Hera. He had already completely mastered meditation, solitude and worries to the point that he could occupy the three pictures painted one after the other. Of course, everyone was aware of the changes in Viggo, so he had to talk to his wives and explain the situation to them. They consented to him doing something as crazy as occupying the paintings one after another, but only for this once. Thanks to that, Viggo, who should be seventeen years old by now, had reached the age of twenty. His face became more masculine, and he left behind the androgynous appearance of adolescence. Now he was two meters and five centimeters tall. He was bare-chested and wearing a lion-headed belt, a red Spartan tunic that covered him from his waist to his knees, and a pair of leather boots. Thanks to the scant clothing, he showed an incredible muscle building like that of his master.

—I've made some important decisions— Viggo said, letting Freya caress his face —it's not dangerous at all—

—No, but it's a pity that someone so young must leave the ways of youth and join the ranks of adults—

Viggo opened his eyes and looked diagonally down so that his eyes matched. He could see Freya's head and forehead and how she had to raise her face so that their eyes matched —I'm going to be a good king of the gods, I don't have time for that kind of thing— he said.

Freya let out a sigh admiring Viggo's face framed by the reddest hair she had ever seen. A square, masculine face, intense blue eyes, and thick lips. A man who in the simplest of terms could be considered beautiful. However, compared to the other gods a child, wasn't it too much sacrifice to ask someone like that to bear the fate of the world?

—I hope you become wiser and more loving over time. Never ignore your heart, it is not the best counselor, but it will keep you attentive to changes, preventing you from becoming numb—

—I'll keep that in mind—

After this conversation, the three sat down at the table and Viggo informed Freya and Rosewisse of what was happening in Orario. In many ways, the big changes were the birth of Tsubaki's son Kenshin and Tatsumi's departure for the Far East.

—Aunt Mikoto was devastated— Viggo said —but if Tatsumi had told her, he might never have taken this step—

—I can imagine— said Rosewisse to Vigo's left.

—Your brother is inconsiderate— Freya said with a cutting tone of voice and a look of resentment.

—Yes, he can be— replied Viggo, remaining calm and analyzing Freya's attitude. According to the tales, she was the mother of Baldur, one of the most dangerous Asgardians, along with his brother Thor —but Tatsumi is a quarter of an Elf, inherit it from my father. He will live for many years, and he cannot live that kind of life depending on everyone and not knowing where he is going—

—And your aunt is mortal, Viggo— replied Freya —her life is too short, and those years of separation will never be recovered—

—I understand, but it was Tatsumi who made his determination, and we must respect it. I am happy and proud of my brother. Your feelings as a mother cannot overshadow my feelings as a brother—

Freya relaxed to hear Viggo speak so eloquently, brightly, and clearly. He understood that she was talking about her son and not her brother Tatsumi. Where is Baldur right now? She wondered.

—Well, let's change the subject— said Viggo —Bell continues to grow and become more laughable than ever. He loves to babble things with Uriel and sometimes gives the impression that they are talking—

Rosewisse lowered her head, thinking of the little guy with white hair and red irises.

—No, no, don't worry— Viggo said as he noticed Rosewisse downcast —I say this, so you know he's okay, not to make you feel bad. He is waiting for you, just like everyone else at home. I miss you. Please don't be sad—

Rosewisse looked at Viggo sweetly, stretched out his hand and took it to her —thank you— she said —I'm glad to hear Bell is okay—

—Of course, it's going to be okay— Viggo said with a frown —I'm there—

Rosewisse chuckled and replied —in that case tell me something that relieves me, not that worries me.

—Woman— Viggo said as if he was angry at the comment, but the smile on his lips belied it.

—It's true— said Rosewisse —I have a gift for you— she let go of Viggo's hand, brought it to her waist where she had tied the bag of plenty into her thick leather belt and let go. Then she placed the leather bag on the table, opened it and put her hand inside. A few seconds later she took out a dozen scrolls from inside, all wound around a thin piece of tubular-looking gold that at its tips seemed to have gold sprockets.

—Where did you get them from?— asked Viggo, without rushing to take them.

Rosewisse looked at him and then looked away —I found them, there— she said.

—Rosewisse Dragonroad, tell me where did you go?—

—She went to a dwarf mine, in the mountains, northwest of the Lake of Nine— Freya said.

—Master, traitor— Rosewisse protest

—Even I told you it was dangerous, but you never listen— Freya said.

Rosewisse frowned and looked at Viggo as if she hadn't done anything. However, Viggo's serious and authoritarian look told her that he would not forget this so easily.

—Come on, Viggo, don't be like that— said Rosewisse —it's a great thing, you're going to love it. Believe me, it was worth such a trip—

—Whether or not it was worth the effort, which doesn't matter— Viggo replied —we said something, you promised me something.

—I— Rosewisse said angrily, but then calmed down and added —I wanted to help you, I know you're worried about the future, but I don't know how I can help you—