Midgar and the Temple of Tyr 2.262

—Damn— Thor yelled annoyed —it's not yet time— he looked at Rosewisse and pointed his mjolnir at her while the hammer emitted electricity.

However, behind Thor a portal was created with the image of the interior of a library with a rustic architecture. Then there was an old, deep voice —come back, it's not time—

—I, I'll definitely come back for you— Thor said with a wrinkled nose in a hateful expression. He turned around and entered the portal.

—Viggo— Rosewisse shouted, running to where she remembers he had left. She arrived at the scene with the snow stained with blood, but Viggo's body was not there —the wulvers?— she wondered anguished.

—I'm here— Viggo said from a distance, shadows like a wall. Rosewisse walked there and the remnants of a reclining stone wall were visible. She looked behind the wall and saw that underneath was Viggo, sitting, looking at the bifrost he had taken from Thor. This object was the same as that of Freya, a metal structure with a luminous stone in the center. However, instead of dragon heads like Freya's, it had two lion heads with manes.

—He knows about us— said Viggo, examining the bifrost —this is a small gift—

Rosewisse shivered, her eyes widened, and she was speechless. She felt that the world had fallen silent and that the blizzard and cold did not exist.

—But— Viggo added, which brought Rosewisse to her senses. He continued —he only knows that we are dangerous, he doesn't understand our motivations or our powers—

Rosewisse let out a sigh and walked under the patchwork of wall. She knelt in front of Viggo, took off her helmet, threw it into the snow, and rested her face against Viggo's chest —How are your injuries?— she asked.

—Fine— replied Viggo, looking at the bifrost and using his clairvoyance to absorb all the knowledge that Odin left when pouring his energy —they were only superficial wounds that with the help of a little Estus were immediately healed—

—You almost killed me with fright—

Viggo tightened the bifrost and turned off his clairvoyance. He looked at Rosewisse, she looked at him and they gave each other a little kiss. Then they separated their faces and Viggo said —I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention, but we must look small, simple, and manageable. No powerful person would dare to try to bring an enemy stronger than him—

—I think this game of yours is very dangerous— Rosewisse replied.

—Yes, I know, but it's the only way to reach Odin. Once we know him and understand his thoughts, he will be within our reach—

After resting for a few minutes and drinking some estus, Rosewisse flew back with Viggo and to his surprise, the huge snake of the world had emerged from the depths of the Lake of the Nine Realms. His head was as big as Thamur's head, with a viperine shape and elongated, huge eyes that seemed to emit an igneous glow. To say that it could encompass all Midgar was an understatement.

Rosewisse was frightened to see the gaze of the huge snake perching on her and Viggo, so she went as far away as she could, but the snake did nothing to them.

Half an hour later they returned to Freya's garden, but they could not see the animals that always grazed in the surroundings. Viggo and Rosewisse approached the huge turtle and discovered that it had crouched and hidden Freya's house underground.

Rosewisse took off his Valkyrie helmet and said in a commanding voice —heimili—

The turtle stared at Rosewisse with her silver hair and even though she wore the bulky Valkyrie armor on her white wings, she recognized her. Then she supports her four legs and lift her body revealing Freya's hut.

—How strange— said Rosewisse —the master never hides the hut for the day.

—I don't know— Viggo replied —let's go in and see—

Rosewisse walked ahead and arrived in front of the door of the house, knocked a couple of times and Freya answered from the inside —pass—. Rosewisse turned to look at Viggo and looked at him in confusion. Viggo nodded his head for her to move forward and she opened the door. It was the house of a previous Valkyrie, so the dimensions were designed so that a Valkyrie could enter with its wings collected, like Rosewisse.

Inside was Freya, squatting over the magic circle in the center of the hut. Above the magic circle was Hildisvíni, the pet boar. According to Rosewisse he was a majestic and powerful creature, but Viggo could only see a stubborn old boar who refused to die.

—Holy heaven? What happened to him?— asked Rosewisse and ran to Freya's side.

—A child shot an arrow— Freya replied without looking away from the boar

—Where is he?— asked Rosewisse angrily, putting down his helmet aside and petting the boar —I have never punished a child, but it will be a good training—

—He's gone, it wasn't his fault— said Freya —let it be, help me prepare a concoction. I did one before, but where I was worried, I was wrong about some things—

—No need, master— said Rosewisse, she got up and walked to Viggo —give me the bottle of estus

—Eeeeeh, you're joking, aren't you?— asked Viggo, raising an eyebrow in a gesture of disbelief.

—I still don't forget your mocking comment, so if you don't want to make your position worse, give me the estus, now—

Viggo frowned, she was going to occupy estus to heal an old boar —I think...—

Rosewisse frowned and let out a growl of annoyance, stretched out her hand, and stared into his eyes. Viggo looked down and let out a sigh. Then he stretched out his left-hand palm up and brought his right closer. Instantly the emerald bottle with a golden glow inside appeared.

—At least— said Viggo, but Rosewisse wouldn't let him finish. She took the bottle from him, turned her back and walked to where the old boar and Freya were. Viggo raised his hands in a gesture of helplessness and surrender. He went to sit down and for a moment decided to turn off his brain and not think that they were spending a quarter bottle on a pet.

The wild boar immediately recovered and let out a few grunts. He quickly started spinning and Rosewisse hugged him while Freya showed a big smile of satisfaction.

—Freya, the water level goes down?— asked Viggo as he got up from his chair. He walks to where Rosewisse, the wild boar and Freya were.

Freya looked at the tall, red-haired boy —yes, it looks like my visitors had a great destination— she said.

—That's great, now we can go for the last trapped valkyrie— said Viggo, looking at Rosewisse who wouldn't let go of the boar and continued in a sarcastic tone —right? Rosewisse, the boar-loving Valkyrie—

—Shut up, stupid Viggo— Rosewisse replied angrily —I sleep with you, so hugging a helpless little animal cleaner than you are not a problem—

Viggo bufo and said to her —Don't bother woman, you just occupied something that could bring the dead to life. I'm not in the mood—

—Me neither, you're so cold, I don't know how I could fall in love with someone like you— said Rosewisse as she hugged Freya's wild boar. Viggo turned his eyes to the ceiling and breathed a sigh of exhaustion.

—Whatever, woman, stop playing with that animal, we have more important things to do— Viggo said.

—You, you will see, when you are snoring at night, I will cover that mouth with a pillow. I'm sure you swallow it because of the size— Rosewisse replied, she turned away from the boar and stroked his head —don't worry, Hildisvíni is a good boy—

Viggo looked at Freya and grimaced in discomfort that all he did was make Freya laugh.

—I'm sorry, Viggo, but Hildisvíni is important to me— said Freya.

—I— Viggo said, sighing —I didn't say it for you, I'm sorry—

—Shut up, you idiot Viggo— said Rosewisse, stood in front of Freya and added —Don't worry, master, my husband is inconsiderate, but he's a good person—

Viggo frowned upon hearing Rosewisse and looked away while snorting in annoyance. Freya only laughed at the two of them, because even though they were fighting it was over something silly that would later happen. She had already seen them many times in the same attitude. Rosewisse would look at Viggo as usual and the latter would smile, say something that would make her laugh, then kiss her and she would melt in his arms. In a sense, Freya was very envious of Rosewisse because she could never live like her.

—Well, Viggo Dragonroad, follow me— said Rosewisse, raised her beautiful face framed by silver hair, and said in a firm tone —heimili—

The turtle heard the command and the house descended, hiding from the world and limiting the light inside.

Rosewisse looked Freya in the eye and said —I'm going master, I may be back in a few days, I...—

Freya showed a small smile of goodwill and replied —you don't need to feel bad, Rosewisse. You have a family you love and a husband who walks behind you. You don't need to stay here with me, I'm not as alone as you think—

—If the master were kinder, she would understand my words and come to live with us in Orario. Then I could show a lot of places, Bell, my family. If she does not want to live with us it would not be a problem, Viggo has money and can buy a place. Orario would be a thousand times better than Midgar, I assure you—

Freya swallowed and felt her lips trembling. Her eyes became watery, she lowered her gaze, and pressed her lips forming a line. She lifted her face, looked into her eyes, and nodded —I'll think about it— she said in a soft tone of voice.

Rosewisse took a deep breath and hugged Freya with all her might. Then she separated, stroked Hildisvíni's head once more, and finally looked at Viggo. The latter, seeing that small face with a sad look, showed a small smile and Rosewisse recomposed her mood somewhat. Both walked to the back exit and when they opened the door, they found a bridge connecting the house to an underground grotto. Before everything was covered with water, but now there were large pieces of dry land. The darkness was intense, but Freya had set some torches to light the path of those visitors she spoke to a few minutes ago.

—See you master— said Rosewisse, trying to sound as lively as possible. Freya raised her hand as a sign of farewell and closed the door.

Viggo and Rosewisse walked across the bridge to a long patch of wet earth in silence. Both came to the damp earth that was actually much rock. Rosewisse stopped with her head down, she turned around and looked at Viggo. The latter grimaced uncomfortably and extended his arms. Rosewisse hugged him and sobbed silently, sad about his master's fate. The great goddess Vanir, symbol of status and power of Vanaheim, had become an ephemeral existence who only lived to wait for her son, who was one of the great Aesir assassins.