6/3/2025, 2:23 AM
Skill : 「None」
Freya felt some of the tension leave her once-rigid body, a small sigh slipping past her lips as she allowed herself to melt into the frá Norðri’s embrace. One ear listened to the steady beating of his heart and rhythm of his breaths, and the other ear listened to the way he had explained his home—potentially hers and her children’s future home—in great detail. Mountains walled it off from the world, but her imagination was able to tell her these peaks would not be fogged over with gloomy mist nor carry the same shrouded aura that Mistveil was known for. This new home was a fresh start for herself, for her children.
Forests, glacier sourced lakes, beautiful summits that touched the clouds; it was like something from a fairy tale. Freya smiled inwardly, tucked away beneath the man’s chin. She felt like a girl again, as if she and Nóttin were still no more than five months old, thriving in the Jawbone with their siblings and parents. That happiness was truly a lifetime ago, and adulthood was not the fantasy she had always daydreamed it to be. The real world was dark and scary. It was not her rose-tinted, childhood romance dream of her and Nóttin getting married, or Sol and Nico or Tullio marrying, or even Mirra and Rokkvi combing the two families—it was not a warm, heartfelt story of children growing up and falling in love with their best friend, it was a story of them losing everything and being forced to survive in an unknown place, all alone.
Things could be different, at least for her children. They could grow up in a safe, loving group. They could make friends that they can keep for a lifetime. They could avoid the world-shattering experience of being stolen from your home and thrown into the wilds of an unknown land. It would be different, it would be better.
Nóttin had said she’d love it, that she would be loved, that Sol would be happy to see her. Was it truly that simple? Freya wished desperately for it to be so.
Freya felt some of the tension leave her once-rigid body, a small sigh slipping past her lips as she allowed herself to melt into the frá Norðri’s embrace. One ear listened to the steady beating of his heart and rhythm of his breaths, and the other ear listened to the way he had explained his home—potentially hers and her children’s future home—in great detail. Mountains walled it off from the world, but her imagination was able to tell her these peaks would not be fogged over with gloomy mist nor carry the same shrouded aura that Mistveil was known for. This new home was a fresh start for herself, for her children.
Forests, glacier sourced lakes, beautiful summits that touched the clouds; it was like something from a fairy tale. Freya smiled inwardly, tucked away beneath the man’s chin. She felt like a girl again, as if she and Nóttin were still no more than five months old, thriving in the Jawbone with their siblings and parents. That happiness was truly a lifetime ago, and adulthood was not the fantasy she had always daydreamed it to be. The real world was dark and scary. It was not her rose-tinted, childhood romance dream of her and Nóttin getting married, or Sol and Nico or Tullio marrying, or even Mirra and Rokkvi combing the two families—it was not a warm, heartfelt story of children growing up and falling in love with their best friend, it was a story of them losing everything and being forced to survive in an unknown place, all alone.
Things could be different, at least for her children. They could grow up in a safe, loving group. They could make friends that they can keep for a lifetime. They could avoid the world-shattering experience of being stolen from your home and thrown into the wilds of an unknown land. It would be different, it would be better.
It sounds…Freya’s voice failed her, or more so it was her mind that failed. Was there even a word that could explain how wonderful it sounded? A solution to her woes and the key to her family’s happiness?
It sounds too good to be true,the words uttered into his fur as she rubbed her muzzle gently against his chest.
Nóttin had said she’d love it, that she would be loved, that Sol would be happy to see her. Was it truly that simple? Freya wished desperately for it to be so.
I am sure I would love them all, too,anyone that showed kindness and care, she would love until the end of time.
