Midgar and the Temple of Tyr 2.277

Ivaldi was obsessed with his work but kept thinking about his children. That's why three cracks of the realm, that's why three treasures, and that's why three groups of powerful protectors. Within each crack was a different kind of inheritance. The crack in the center was armor, the most beautiful, showy, and elegant armor Viggo had ever seen. The dwarves in their writings called it Dvegraeoikr, but in common parlance it would be "dwarf royal armor". The armor was constructed in such a way that it was considered the strongest among all. This armor consisted of a breastplate, gauntlets, a belt, and boots, all a turquoise color with engravings and gold edges. Of course, it was made for a dwarf, but dwarf ironwork was not so simple or limited. Like Viggo's armor of Tyr before, he channeled divine energy and the armor expanded to his size so that he could use it.

Now Viggo looked like a warrior king, wearing beautiful armor, his axe, and the beautiful Rosewisse at his side as the goddess of fortune.

Ivaldi's second treasure was a thick book with all his knowledge where he refined concepts of blacksmithing, the creation of talismans, weapons, and armor. He even had objects of his own invention, such as what kept Ivaldi's workshop out of the influence of the deadly fog.

Finally, a leather bag, but like all dwarf things, nothing was that simple. It was a bag that could store infinite number of things. Viggo knew it when he put his hand in and realized that it felt very similar to the bag of abundance that Kiara had given him years ago, but without the limits of space. It really felt like a bottomless hole.

—I changed it for you— was the first thing Rosewisse said when she noticed the great usefulness of the leather bag, but Viggo shook his head.

—Woman— said Viggo with a serious expression —I have given you everything I have, and I have done everything I can to give you everything you like. This is mine, I will not give it to anyone—

Rosewisse frowned and sulked. She pointed her index finger at Viggo and said —Poor you, you give it to others, I'll never forgive you Viggo Dragonroad—

Viggo turned his eyes to the cloudy sky and shook his head.

Returning to the leather bag that Viggo crossed to his chest, inside were Ivaldi's memoirs, where he talked about how to produce and work the deadly fog, as well as a white mask to be able to withstand the poison of the fog. However, the mask had other functions and was also accompanied by a jewel in the shape of a turquoise eye. Inside it had intricate golden runic engravings.

Viggo opened the leather bag and threw everything he found inside. He would have time to review what he had found.

—Aren't you going to try it?— asked Rosewisse , curiously. She became attached to Viggo and looked into his eyes with a flirtatious gesture.

Viggo chuckled and gave her a kiss on the forehead —come on, it's not very nice here— he said and looked forward. Only the grassy ground could be seen up to a slope that descended and plunged into the deadly fog. Beyond was the top of Ivaldi's labyrinth and far, far beyond, was the huge obsidian stone portal that marked the beginning of the cursed land. Of course, not to mention the mounds of shattered corpses.

Rosewisse looked where Viggo was looking and nodded —yes, this place is depressing— she said.

Viggo nodded, took her hand, and took her inside. They advanced through the corridors to the underground room where Ivaldi's room was, a place preserved thanks to dimensional magic. It's not as if time progressed at a different pace, it just happened that the deterioration didn't affect things inside.

There Viggo and Rosewisse undressed, sat on the bed, and began to read the books they found. Everything in total calm while they ate some foods and tasted wines of all kinds. Some were so well preserved that it seemed that they had just squeezed the grapes and bottled them.

Going back to Viggo, the turquoise jewel with intricate runic engravings was called "Ivaldi's mind" A kind of mind in every sense of the word that stored knowledge and projected it as an image made of bluish energy, like the energy that Tyr's temple occupies to form the walkways and travel through the realms, but this was fed by simple mana. The process of use is quite simple, you concentrate on the "mind of Ivaldi" channel mana and instantly the image is displayed.

Viggo projected the image of Rosewisse as a first attempt. Rosewisse herself was astonished and began to toss and turn around the bed observing all the details of her body.

—I have a nice body— Rosewisse said with a smile brimming with pride.

Viggo gave a chuckle, closed his eyes, and projected it again, but this time naked.

—Hey, that's illegal— Rosewisse protested.

—It's just the two of us, go and look at your own body—

Rosewisse frowned but nodded and started looking at herself —I'd like to have more pronounced hips like Scheherezade's—

—I like how everything is, you look pretty—

Rosewisse looked into his eyes, looked away, and blushed —thanks, I find you attractive too— she said shyly.

—What part?— asked Viggo with a smile.

—The ass— Rosewisse said quietly.

—What?!—

—I like your ass— said Rosewisse, her face red as a tomato, looked at Viggo resentfully and continued —it's illegal, it's too round and hard, it makes me want to bite it—

Viggo opened his mouth not knowing what to respond to such a statement —ok, thank you— he said.

Viggo planned something else and Rosewisse stared at him for a moment, but he wouldn't say anything. The silence was uncomfortable, so Rosewisse picked up a book to try to read, but it remained uncomfortable.

—Shall we eat anything?— asked Rosewisse to break the ice.

—Like a little butt?— asked Viggo jokingly, Rosewisse looked at him, and Viggo couldn't help but burst into laughter. Rosewisse also laughed and threw herself on him. Viggo protected himself with his forearms, but she gave him light, but firm punches in the ribs.

—Now, I give up— Viggo said with a laugh —please, seriously, I won't laugh anymore—

Rosewisse lying on top of him looked at his face and said —I don't believe you— and bit him on the neck. Viggo left because it was more of an affection, but at some point, it transformed into caresses and licks.

—Are we in mode?— asked Viggo with a broad smile.

—Shut up, silly— Rosewisse replied and kissed him on the lips.

That morning was a complete waste of time, but at the same time a quality time between the two. In the afternoon Viggo went to the cellar at the end of the corridor and put all the incredible riches of Ivaldi inside the leather bag. He was naked and so was Rosewisse, but she just looked at him from the lintel of the door.

—Are you going to give all these things to Semiramis?— asked Rosewisse.

—I thought you wanted them— Viggo said as he went with his leather bag open and putting things away.

—Yes, but as always you give her everything to take care of the finances—

Viggo stood up, walked up to her, and looked into her eyes —What do you think of this?— he asked with a smile —we keep what we like and the rest we give to Semiramis so that she refines it and transforms it into gold or simply sells it. You keep the things you like, and I kept some pocket money—

—Any pocket money?— asked Rosewisse with a funny smile.

Viggo nodded, gave her a little kiss, and went back to the place where he was collecting the treasures —you see, I still think of being king of the gods—

—You say it as if it were something absolute—

—Well, it's a joke— Viggo replied —the truth, me and Ottar are the first generation of demigods in a long, long time. My divinity is the strongest, that's why I can't receive falna like Ottar, so that makes me the only candidate. On the other hand, I say that it is a joke because Orario will be without gods and I will be the king of the gods without gods to govern, hahahahaha, it seems a mockery, but it is the reality—

—Viggo— Rosewisse said in a soft voice.

—I'm not sad— said Viggo —it's just that the future is full of challenges, but I plan to face it and not try to evade it like Odin. I will take all the talents, all the riches and prepare the world for the struggle, but that is only the beginning. Once I pass that annoying stage, I will rule for about a thousand years and help humanity evolve, not only in forms of technology, but in terms of education and art, especially art—

Rosewisse smiled as she heard Viggo talk about his future plans, many of them included his family, but in general, they were all meant to transcend in time, to help humanity reach the next level and that they could thrive without the help of a sovereign. Then, after the thousand years, the empire would be dissolved and only humanity would be fending for itself.

—Don't you think there are any of our sons who would like to be emperor or something?— asked Rosewisse.

Viggo put away the last Asgardian steel ingots and got up. He turned around and looked at Rosewisse —maybe, but I will be the empire and none of my children will be tied to this work. If I'm honest, I'd be disappointed if any of my sons wanted to go my way and perpetuate the empire. What I expect of them is that they have lives full of joy and meaning, not that they imitate me—

—Children imitate parents—

—Maybe, but we children also want to be better than our parents. I don't want to live in the shadow of my father and mother, that's why I'm determined to learn the blacksmithing of the dwarves of this world—

—I understand, I'll accompany you— said Rosewisse, leaning against the lintel of the door —Is that okay? A thousand years will be a long time to be alone—

—I, I would thank you eternally— replied Viggo with watery eyes.

Rosewisse smiled, walked up to him, and hugged him. Despite everything Viggo said, this plan was too ambitious, too big, and too long-term. He would need someone to fulfill it and at least now, Rosewisse wanted to accompany him forever.

—Are you sure you don't want to give me the bag?— asked Rosewisse in a sly voice —it would be a great incentive—

—No, the bag is mine— said Viggo, his eyes watery, but with a smile on his lips.

—Stingy— Rosewisse replied and chuckled.

Viggo and Rosewisse left the room empty, walked to Ivaldi's room and there they hid from the world, where they were just the two of them loving, sleeping, and accompanying each other.

The next morning Viggo got up early, left Ivaldi's workshop and took out the sovereign's throne. The large piece of white marble stood out against the dark grassy ground and undergrowth with star-shaped red leaves. The corpses continued to adorn the landscape, but thanks to the deadly fog they decomposed at an overwhelming speed.

Viggo sat on the throne of the sovereign and ordered all his ideas in one minute, the equivalent of two months of work. Rising from the throne of the sovereign, Viggo staggered and felt severe headaches, but shook his head and looked inside the leather bag for the bottle of estus. He took a long sip and felt much better immediately.

Rosewisse also left Ivaldi's workshop, now there was nothing left inside. She looked at Viggo dressed in the dwarf royal armor and saw him bringing his index and middle finger to his forehead. The next instant the throne of the sovereign disappeared and Viggo again had the red dot between his eyebrows. She didn't like it very much, she was vanir, those of her race blessed their sons and husbands with tattoos wishing his well.

—Hey Viggo…— said Rosewisse, approaching him with a sly smile.