Midgar and the Temple of Tyr 2.263

Rosewisse and Viggo had reached the bridge that connected one of the many gates of the kingdoms with the temple of Tyr. A magnificent construction, more than a thousand meters long by fifty wides. All built in obsidian stone and plated in gold. At this time everything was wet, covered with moss and algae for having been underwater for so long, but none of that took away its majesty.

At this time Viggo was holding his bow. He took an arrow from his ring and put it in the bow. He tightened the rope as he investigated the distance, where a spectral raven of Odin circled trying to imitate a normal raven. Viggo calculated the trajectory and released the rope. The arrow rose and when it reached its maximum height it fell into a bow until it hit the spectral bird and vanished into a cloud of green smoke.

Viggo under the arch and investigated the distance. He nodded with a smile brimming with confidence, but from behind him I hear a —cocky— Viggo turned around and saw Rosewisse in his Valkyrie armor, only missing the helmet.

—Am I good?— asked Viggo with a mocking smile.

Rosewisse frowned and nodded.

—Come on— Viggo added with a big smile —I admit you're good at magic, much better than the vast majority, a genius. Why is it so hard for you to admit that I'm good at something?—

Rosewisse looked away and let out a snort of indignation. Viggo stared at her with a smile on his lips and shook his head. Then he kept his bow inside the ring in his right hand and asked —I'm going in that direction, are you coming?—

—Of course, I'm going— Rosewisse replied.

—Are you in your day?— asked Viggo frankly.

—No— Rosewisse replied —I'm just a little grumpy. What? Do you have a problem? Now you're going to kick me out because you don't like my attitude?—

—Eeeeeh, I haven't said that— Viggo said and started walking —I really understand that you're sad for your teacher, but that's not reason enough to get mad at me. I don't remember doing anything so terrible—

—I— Rosewisse said quietly —I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me—

—It would be good if you found out— Viggo replied seriously.

The two walked quietly across the bridge connecting to the temple to Tyr, which towered in the center of the Lake of the Nine Realms with a statue of Tyr, carrying a spear and shield. The temple also used the same materials as the bridge, obsidian stone and gold plating. On the sides of the bridge there were statues of warriors as if guarding the road and in the center of the bridge a kind of platform that raise several meters above the level of the bridge with a kind of horn on top.

As they moved forward, they noticed that there were small frogs moving from here to there, as if seeking to reach the water that used to fill everything. There were also fish of all sizes shaking in despair.

—Viggo— Rosewisse said quietly.

—Yes?— asked Viggo as they moved forward.

—Can I hold your hand?—

—Why so weak, Rosewisse?— asked Viggo, stopping, turning to look at her, and Rosewisse stared into her eyes with a helpless expression. Viggo clenched his septum with his right hand and then looked at Rosewisse —no matter who you've talked to, what you've read or learned. Nothing bad will happen, got it? I am striving so that nothing bad happens and I need you to do your part too—

—I know, but the master, she— said Rosewisse —she suffered a lot and her son...—

Viggo nodded understanding what this was all about. She was a Valkyrie; her master was a Valkyrie. Her master's husband was a god, Viggo is a god, therefore, Viggo should also become evil. Viggo hugged Rosewisse and said —None of that is going to happen, I'm not Odin and you're not Freya. I love you— he separated from her and looked at her with a smile —Do you think someone like Baldur or Thor would come out of me?—

Rosewisse gave a funny chuckle, she hugged Viggo and whispered —no, not from you. Surely that girl or boy would be a troublemaker, but he would be tender, affectionate and a good person—

—You see— replied Viggo —you had the answer all this time. We get nothing out of avoiding fate. The best thing is to face it and what happens, will happen. However, at that time we will face it together, right?

—Well— Rosewisse replied, raised her face, and stood on her toes —Why did you grow so big? Before it was more comfortable to kiss you—

—Ooooh, but then I can hug you and hold you in my arms, don't you like it?—

—Silly, I like it, I like it a lot— she replied and they gave each other a little kiss that was overshadowed by an icy wind that made them shiver.

—Holy heaven, why is Midgar so cold?— protested Rosewisse, curled up on Viggo's chest and the latter hugged her —you were right, it's very comfortable and warm—

—See, come on, it's not a good place to get romantic—

—Yes, unfortunately—

Viggo and Rosewisse walked across the bridge to the temple of Tyr which was ten meters high and double doors four meters wide by five of something each. Viggo let go of Rosewisse's hand and rested his hands on the frame of the golden door. He pushed it with moderate force, but it didn't move. Then he went to the center of the two doors, stuck his fingers in between and forced itself sideways. The doors moved sideways with relative ease and hid in the walls. Beyond the doors was a hallway, an anteroom with a ceiling covered in algae and to his surprise, lit torches.

—Your wand— said Viggo with a serious expression. Rosewisse materialized in her right hand the wand and pointed forward just in case something appeared and attacked them. Viggo advanced ahead and Rosewisse followed behind. Everything was quiet, and only the constant dripping of algae could be heard. They continued to advance to the anteroom where they saw a pack animal standing on its hind legs while its front legs were short.

—A huldra creature— said Rosewisse, astonished as she approached without fear.

—Hey, wait, it can be dangerous— Viggo said.

—Shut up, you idiot— said someone in a very bad mood —that stupid strabismus wouldn't attack anyone, even if her life depended on it—

Viggo and Rosewisse looked to the left side of the anteroom, where there was nothing before, and saw a blacksmith workshop, with work countertops, whetstones, and a forge. Behind a worktable was a man of short stature, blue skin and a beard all over his jaw. He was bald and had a frown, as if he was moody.

—You, the silly brat who touches other people's creatures, where did you get that wand?— asked the little, blue-skinned man. He wore leather armor with a belt with hammers, chisels, and other items for blacksmithing.

Rosewisse looked at him angrily and replied —My father-in-law gave it to me. Do you have a problem?

—What a temperament— the blue man muttered, then coughed and continued —It reeks of foreign magic. I'd like to have a word or two with him—

—Why would you want to talk to my father, dwarf?— asked Viggo with a serious look.

—Did your father do it? That changes things a lot— said the blue-skinned dwarf —Come, let's talk business—

Viggo frowned and walked over —What do you want?— he asked.

—You see, I'm interested in the way your father managed to melt metal. It's a pretty peculiar way to inject magic into metals. Usually, we do it as we temper the metal, but your father found a way to do it much earlier. Are you doing any of your father's work?—

Viggo frowned —I'm Viggo, who are you, dwarf?— he asked.

—I'm just a dwarf who likes to temper things, now hurry up and show me your father's damn labors—

—No— said Viggo —you are not normal; I know several dwarf outposts and none have survived. If you're around here, you're not just a "dwarf"—

The blue-skinned dwarf looked at him in annoyance and spat out the red-hot charcoal bracero. The spit squeaked and let out an unpleasant aroma —I'm Brok, happy?—

Viggo narrowed his eyes and asked —Are you the son of a bitch who gave Thor the mjolnir?—

—It seems like no good idea— Brok muttered, snapped his fingers, and disappeared immediately along with his entire blacksmith workshop and the huldra creature. Only the anteroom was left empty in darkness and with the sound of algae dripping on the ceiling.

—Damn devil dwarf— shouted Viggo furiously —you damn invention killed thousands, if not tens of thousands of people. Your hands are stained with blood, I curse you and curse the day you were born. Hopefully, Thor will find you and crush you with the same weapon you created—

—Easy, Viggo— said Rosewisse and approached him and took him by the hand —I understand that he is among the kingdoms. We can't see it or reach it, well at least you, but it can't hear us either. Leave him, he will get what he deserves—

—Why not me and you do?—

—I have the rune of kvasir in my body, if I occupy it I can use the journey between kingdoms, but I doubt it is enough to match a dwarf master with hundreds of years of experience. Leave it, yes, come on, Alfheim awaits us, do you remember? The other Valkyries—

—I'm sorry— said Viggo —I was angry to find one of the people who unleashed all this chaos—

—I understand you, now let's go— Rosewisse said and guided him through the anteroom to a luminous bridge that connected to an internal bedroom. Once they entered the room, they noticed that everything was dark and only some crystals stood out forming a large circle. In the center of the room was a kind of trunk split in half that emitted a faint celestial glow, but very similar to the bifrost that Thor took from, and that Odin kindly sent them.

—According to the master, the tree functions as a representation of the Yggdrasil— Rosewisse said as she guided Viggo by the hand through the darkness. When they reached ten meters from the trunk, they saw a dark precipice, but it was quickly covered by roots that came out of the ground and created a bridge. Rosewisse and Viggo continued, looked at the trunk, and put their hands inside. The energy was there, it was as if it were manipulable, but at the moment of contact it vanished. Then they took out their hands and the energy showed again.

—It's great— Viggo said, calmer and with a smile on his lips.

—Yes, that's great— Rosewisse replied, looking him in the eye flirtatiously.

They circled the representation of the trunk of the Yggdrasil and stopped in front of a panel with a groove the size of the bifrost base.

—This must be— said Rosewisse —give me the bifrost—

Viggo took the bifrost out of the ring and laid it out. Rosewisse took it and inserted it into the slot. The next instant the representation of the Yggdrasil shone and at the base of the trunk the flowers bloomed. Then an imitation of the energy of the branches was deployed at the top and luminous leaves grew. On the other hand, inside the trunk of the Yggdrasil, where there was nothing, a dark surface emerged at the height of the panel. Then emerged representations of the gates of each kingdom and in the center the temple of Tyr, with the statue of the god carrying a spear and shield, just like the one they saw from the inside.

—Well, if I remember— said Rosewisse, she put her hands to the sides of the panel and began to turn it like a big dial. The Temple of Tyr also began to turn and point at the different doors. Rosewisse stopped at Vanaheim, her home, thought about it a little and denied. That place was no longer her home, her place was with Viggo, Bell and the rest of her family. Vanaheim was a legacy, a task inherited from her by her mother, but nothing more.

—Viggo— said Rosewisse —when we finish...—

—Yes, we can— Viggo replied immediately —we'll go where you want to go—

Rosewisse smiled and muttered a thanks, she continued to move the temple of Tyr until she stopped at Alfheim. It was not a priority as a place, but Rosewisse wanted to know the real place and how different it was with Viggo's painted painting. Her mother had told her it was a beautiful place.