Midgar and the Temple of Tyr 2.265

Viggo was sitting on the throne of the sovereign in the outer courtyard of Odin's hidden chamber. The courtyard was surrounded by walls five meters high, in the distance you could see the mountains and with a clear blue sky.

About three yards ahead of Viggo was a large bed occupied almost entirely by Rosewisse. She was naked, lying on her side and turning her back to Viggo as her beautiful white wings came into view.

Viggo could contemplate the figure of Rosewisse, getting lost in the beauty of her wings, her tight waist, or her bubbly back. However, he was deep in thought. He did not occupy the throne of the sovereign to order information in mental space, but occupied it as a simple seat, but a seat to which he had already become accustomed despite being hard, cold, and unadorned. It was just a large piece of white marble where someone had carved a throne with a back three meters high.

Viggo rested his elbow on the armrest and rested his face on his fist while his other hand rested on the other armrest.

The courtyard of the Odin chamber was silent, only the gentle breeze was heard dragging the fuchsia petals resting on the stone floor. At the back of the courtyard was a five-meter-high tree that spread its branches above the courtyard and protected it from the sun.

Two hours ago, Rosewisse had once again defeated another of the council's powerful Valkyries who once served the goddess Freya. The courtyard was not too destroyed, since, as Valkyries, most of their struggle was in the sky. The Valkyrie Olrun, the eagle, maddened by some arcane magic that Rosewisse still could not decipher, screamed furiously and cursed Rosewisse yelling that she was not worthy, but worthy of what?

At the end of the fight the Valkyrie Olrun fell by a fire magic and Rosewisse finished her off on the ground by cutting off her wings with the blue blade katana. The Valkyrie's soul separated from her body and was projected in front of Rosewisse, but it was all useless. Olrun said she didn't remember why she was locked in Odin's chamber or why she was so maddened. She only invented excuses such as that a Valkyrie should not remain so long in a physical body and that's where Rosewisse's doubts were born. Since she had spent a lot of time in her mortal body since she got her wings. After a frustrating conversation, Valkyrie Olrun said goodbye and left her Valkyrie helmet in the hope that Rosewisse would summon the current queen of the Valkyries, Sigrun.

Viggo thought about this image and the stomping of frustration that Rosewisse gave when she could not find the answer she was looking for. After tidying up a little, as the weather was pleasant in the courtyard of Odin's chamber, they set up a large bed under the care of the tree and after sharing a meal, making love, she fell asleep. Thanks to that, Viggo could summon the throne of the sovereign in the physical world, or he would have been scolded. None of his wives liked the throne of the sovereign or the paintings that the Goddess Hera had given him. Each time Viggo occupied one of these artifacts his personality was modified and many of his attitudes changed to the point of being unrecognizable. However, Viggo quickly found the balance between who he was and the one his family expected him to be, and everything returned to normal, but he could not deny it either, spending so much time training, meditating, studying, and fighting, changed you.

Viggo raised his face and pulled him away from the fist on which he rested him. Then he looked at that fist, opened his hand, and saw the ring given by his father on his index finger. The next instant he misses a sheet of parchment, dirty, wine-stained, wrinkled, and illegible writing. Viggo looked at the paper and then looked at the second-floor window of the Odin chamber, where the bookshelves with ancient scrolls were. This nauseating piece of paper was more valuable than anything in those scrolls, since this paper was written by Odin himself.

Viggo concentrated his mind, channeled his mana and soul strength to connect his mind with the throne of the sovereign. His nude image was visible within the dark space covered by stars, as if it were a night sky. Viggo quickly thought of the throne of the sovereign and within the mental space a throne like that in the physical world was created. Viggo sat on the throne and looked forward. The piece of paper quickly appeared ahead of him, it was the same as what was in the physical world, but the big difference is that Viggo did not need to hold it to move, turn or turn according to his will. Next to the nauseating piece of paper appeared a box two meters high by two meters wide, a perfect square. Inside that square was shown the image of what Viggo had seen through his clairvoyance.

Inside the image was a desk full of scrolls and in the center some old hands that sought to stretch the crumpled paper and stained with earth and wine. The paper was still illegible, but the owner of those hands murmured things like it had been left as new. His voice sounded old, wise, but bloated with drunkenness.

<<—Damn, the mead, the mead— murmured the old man as he looked at the paper —that's right, Baldur is a six, Thor is an eight, and Vidar, yes, Vidar, my boy, hehehehe. Everyone is in their positions, little by little, little by little—>>

—Viggo— someone said, and Viggo came out of the inner world of the sovereign's throne. He looked forward and saw Rosewisse sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him reproachfully. Her silver hair fell to the sides of her face highlighting her blue eyes and pink lips. As she was naked, her body was exposed, highlighting the thin neck, the clavicle and the huge breasts, the parts that Viggo found most sensual.

—What's wrong Rosewisse?— asked Viggo in a serious voice and without altering his expression.

Rosewisse got up, walked up to him, and sat on his lap —you said something, didn't you?— she asked —you're very tired, you need to stop using the throne of the sovereign—

—I'm just thinking about things, I don't occupy it as such— Viggo lied.

—We're not fighting with anyone, so rest— said Rosewisse, she brought her face closer and kissed his cheek, then went to his ear and bit his lobe —I'll help you if necessary— whispered suggestively

Viggo smiled, hugged her, gave her a deep kiss, walked away, and shook his head. Giving in every time she insinuated herself to him would make her think he was a slave to her sex, a bad move in the act of being a couple —we already did, your proposal to make a little Rosewisse or Viggo is tempting, but now I'm busy—

—You're boring— Rosewisse said in a pampered tone of voice, she got up from Viggo's legs and walked back to bed. She sat on the edge and reached for her leather bag, which was hanging from one of the corners of the bed. She took the bag and started pulling out some things, like a round table, plates, cutlery, and all kinds of meals.

—Who was Gróa?— asked Viggo as he watched her prepare to eat.

—Gróa?— asked Rosewisse, looked at him for a moment, and then looked again at the table and the things he took out of the bag of plenty —It sounds to me, yes, she was the seer of the giants, someone important to whom the aesir and vanir gods consulted—

—¿Was it important?—

—She was the great seer, Viggo. Of course, it was important. She saw the ragnarok—

Viggo nodded and was left thinking about the person who dictated to the Jotun that they had written the vast majority of the scrolls in Odin's chamber. This old woman in her visions looked too weak, but her gaze had a special brightness. However, Viggo could only settle for looking at the old lady, as none of the scrolls were written by her.

Viggo raised his right hand and looked once more at the nauseating scroll that Odin had written on one of his drunken days. This told him more about Odin than all the stories described in the murals, scrolls, or stories told from person to person. Odin prepared for ragnarok by absorbing as much knowledge as he could, but he also moved his sons and better generals as if they were chess pieces. Baldur was the son of Odin and Freya, according to rumors, his best tracker. However, he was only a six on a scale that seems to have reached ten. Thor, who was already absurdly powerful, was only an eight. In that case, who was Vidar who made Odin feel so proud and confident?

—Viggo— Rosewisse said from the edge of the bed and in front of the small round table with all kinds of meals served —Come, leave that for another time. I know it's important, but it's more important to eat—

—I understand— said Viggo, he rose from the throne of the sovereign, brought his index finger and a half to the space between his eyebrows, and the throne of the sovereign vanished from the physical world. Viggo walked to the edge of the bed, Rosewisse made room for him next to him and he sat down. They both stood shoulder to shoulder and began to take what they liked off the table.

—Don't you have Estus?— asked Rosewisse casually as she pinched a piece of bread.

—Estus is not a drink, although I admit it is very taste— said Viggo —let's drink wine, it's more sensible—

—I would like to do this so that I can drink as much as I want—

—Dad told me how it was done a while ago, but we need to find the corpse of a dragon—

—Corpse of a dragon?—

—Yes, I was quite surprised— replied Viggo —estus is made by mixing the flesh and blood of the dragon with some medicinal herbs inside a vat of wine. He said that if I had the opportunity, he would teach me how to prepare it, but you see, it's not so easy to get the corpse of a dragon—

—I want to try!— said Rosewisse with a broad smile. If she said that she was not disgusted by the elaboration of something with the blood and flesh of a creature, she would lie. Something so good that it did good to the soul, not to mention that it healed you from the wounds and had an exquisite flavor.

—Sure, I'll talk to Dad, don't worry— Viggo said —speaking of doing things, you always tell me that you value all things on a scale of values—

—Yes, from one to ten— Rosewisse replied casually, she took the bag of plenty and took out a bottle of wine.

—I was thinking of a way to evaluate things, whether it's a situation or a problem or a thing—

—That would be difficult, almost impossible— Rosewisse replied —since a one-size-fits-all scale is impossible. It would be like trying to evaluate a fish by monkey standards. Neither has similarities, but both are proficient in their way of moving. Although the monkey has arms like humans, it could never move underwater like a fish—

—That's true, in that case, one should have forms of measurement for different categories—

—Yes, well, in a way you could have slightly general scales. For example, I am good at magic and you at hand-to-hand combat. Neither discipline can be compared as they involve different types of skills. However, both disciplines can be brought together at the same point—

—Which one?—

—Kill, you could rate a wizard or a warrior on how proficient it is to kill. Whether for its strength, endurance, mana, regenerative capacity, cunning and versatility—

—I see— Viggo said with a sly look, he looked away so that Rosewisse would not see him, but she noticed the brightness in his gaze.