#ᚠ . ― Freya . : . Interactions

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"Let me take care of you." (unprompted ask, Dite for Freya)

Freya had been tending to the gardens, devoting herself entirely into her craft. At least she did not lose that; the plants still moved to her hands, vines shifting and curling. She could hear them, listen to them. They did not have a voice like humans or gods, but still the right song of theirs spoke their feelings and emotions. She sat there, her eyes nearly closing as she had listened and her hands were muddy from picking the weeds and protecting the roots.

The voice caused her to wake up, looking over toward Aphrodite as she smiled softly. "Are you sure? I can go wash up on my own, I would not want to burden you with such trivial matters,"

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(To Freya) Since Freyr refused to answer, we want to know if there’s any Vanir herbs safe for humans to consume?

"Well, assuming you are asking Freyr, I'm going to assume you might be asking what herbs are safe to consume that also will give you an enjoyable night?" Freya questioned as she placed a hand on her hip.

"Do you know how many nights I had to take care of him, making sure he didn't chase after a frog wanting to kiss it because 'she had the most beautiful voice?'" She couldn't help but chuckle a little as she waved her hand up. "Of course, I know safe herbs you can eat, but I do need you to be straight with me. Are you looking for sustainable herbs to add flavor to food, or do you want to get a high safely?"

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"I'll enjoy a taste, I'm sure you know best," Freya grinned, because she did come from here centuries ago. She's had plenty of chances to taste other drinks no doubt around Midgard.

The words were true but could not make it any easier. However, she found a laugh on her lips as Kassandra seem dissuaded from the thought the moment they got to the wine. "somehow I feel trying to pry you from this wine would be like telling a dog she can't have her bone anymore," Freya lightly teased but then tilted her head.

"Then we shall," Freya knew the pain of loss, immortality robbed even the gods of love for mortal souls. Though, she wondered if Kassandra struggled with closure or not. It was not a subject to broach though in the crowded streets of Athens. "Which wine are you going to pick?" Freya questioned, already pulling out a little bag of coins to pay for whatever Kassandra wanted.

wornempathy​:

Freya kept a careful eye upon the woman, concerned for her well-being. She had wished to do something kind in hopes to give her a small taste of home yet, she wondered if she was doing more harm than good. “Yes, just like that one. We had different kinds. Grapes, Strawberries, and Drauma fruit, all depend on the kind of sweetness one prefers. I’ve always enjoyed my strawberry wines, the one you had was made from Vreki fruit. I’ll make sure to get you some more,” Freya grinned as she chuckled a bit.

Her eyes glanced up at the Athenian though, the sharp look in his eyes as she narrowed her eyes back at the man as he kept walking by.

“I felt that way with Vanaheim. It's… a struggle to look at a place that use to be home but everything is different,” A part of her wanted to apologize for bringing her here now. “We… we can leave at any point, so you know,” She wanted to ensure she knew that, but Kassandra could smell the wine even more so she pulled her cloak around her and started to follow toward the winery houses in the market.

It was overstimulating at first, the sheer amount of people, the sights and sounds and smells. After all the time in the cottage in the countryside, it was jarring. But she acclimated by the time they were reaching the wine stands, oh she could never forget that smell, the grapes, any of it. This smelled like home, it smelled welcoming. “Greece is known for its grape wine. It’s the best, well on Midgard, I suppose.” 

Kassandra was too distracted looking at all the beautiful displays of grapes and decanters of wine at the stalls. So delightful.

“Change is inevitable. I will get over the loss of what was, the buildings don’t matter as much as the people.” She already started going through the different selections, pondering what would be the best options. “But we just got to the wine!” There was a pause, “besides, I still want to visit my old friend… I remember where she was buried, I should stop by and say hello.”

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❝ you're the leader of the valkyries? what's.. what's it all about? y'know, the group. ❞ for freya !!

Freya's fingers brushed against the snout of teh horse when she heard the question and turned around to look at the girl. "I am, though you can just call me Freya," She spoke and tilted her head slightly. "Well, we move around from town to town, helping anyone who needs it. There are plenty of displaced people out there just trying to find a safe place. And I've found other places just like Jackson City that are thriving," Freya said as she moved to sit down on the bench and patted it for Ellie to come on over.

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"i would seek compromise. no one needs to come to harm from my poor decisionmaking." //kratos to freya!

Freya leaned against the table, as she shook her head and looked up at Kratos. "You're judging yourself on your past and what you considered poor," She started softly as she pointed toward one of the realms. "In Vanaheim, you went out of your way not just to help me but save my brother. And you were willing to put aside your troubles of the fates to visit the norms for your son," She stood up and moved over to place her hand up against his shoulder as she turned to look up at him.

"The man I knew three years ago didn't even think of compromise. The fact you are thinking of that now proves it's not poor decision-making but growth in how you view things. Don't sell yourself too short, Kratos," Freya smiled as she tilted her head. "So what do you have planned?"

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[ TRAIL ]:  sender  leaves  a  trail  of  kisses  down  receivers  stomach. (Freya!)

Freya didn't remember the last time this had felt so…. good. no, good was not the right word, for her it sent waves of pleasure against her skin like the rippling tide on Vanaheim. She leaned her head back against the furs as her hands ran through her long dark auburn hair as she let the heavy breaths leave her lips. "Sarah," words finally form as she focused on each little kiss trailing from her sternum down her stomach. Abs of steel tightened as she bit the bottom of her lip and just relished the sweet feeling. Something she hadn't felt in centuries.

"Don't stop," She asked, as she shifted her legs apart, squeezing them around Sarah's body as she laid on top of her with charming little kisses. It was sensual, seductive, and sweet.

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Freya had plenty of questions, but the girl wasn't dead as Kratos had said. which meant something had changed. There was life after death, she helped those who wish to be reborn again. "Whoa," Freya said, though not at all bothered by all the questions. She reached out and placed her hand on the table and nodded. "Yes, I know your father. Kratos of Sparta, and he's not here, but I know where he is," Freya said, as she nodded.

"Yes, I can help you find him. He and I are close," Freya said with a smile as she moved to stand up. "If you trust me, I understand you don't know who I am or where I'm from, but I can help you find him,"

Calliope looked away from the woman when she guessed that the girl missed her father. She looked down into the bowl of stew in front of her, pushing the pieces around slowly even as she nodded. Freya said she hadn't meant to bring up past pains, and the girl knew that that was true; she had just been making conversation, after all. It wasn't Freya's fault that her history with her father was….complicated, to say the least.

Because even after everything that had happened, she still loved her father. Calliope very much wanted to confront him, to ask him WHY he had left her there, after finding her once more…., but more than anything, she wanted to see him again, wanted to hug him, to have him tell her that everything would be all right. But she had to find him first, which was going to be a difficult task.

She looked up when Freya repeated her name, though the woman's tone puzzled her. It seemed as though she recognized the name, but was surprised to hear it all the same. Calliope wasn't sure what that meant…..until Freya asked if her father's name was Kratos.

Calliope's eyes widened, and she leaned forward, the stew in front of her abandoned in favour of a barrage of questions.

"Do you know my father? Is he here? Can you help me find him?" Would he even want to see her after all this time? What would she do if he turned her away? After everything that had happened, that was probably her worst fear, but she had to at least try.

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So Freya, was that true? That Freyr said you fell off the stairs drunk before?

Freya's hand brushed against her forehead as her thumb and pointer finger pressed firmly against skin to massage her brow. "Unfortunately.... yes," Freya nearly grumbled as her twin was getting his revenge by telling stories about her now. Well, she could play this game.

"I did, but at least I saved the wine. You never waste vanaheim wine, especially strawberry! At least I didn't break my nose or my foot."

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[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders @ freya

Freya struggled to stay awake, as she sat in front of the fireplace. Her eyes wavered between half-lidded to close as she sat on the floor. The wound on her shoulder had pretty much healed however she did not want to aggravate it or cause more trouble to it.

The warmth of a blanket woke her up a bit, as she shifted slightly and reached up to touch it. "Nico?" Freya whispered, as she turned to look up toward the young boy who had given her the blanket and she gave a tired smile. "Thank you,"

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Freya, will you also train Thrud?

"I would not be against Training my granddaughter, no," Freya said as she lifted her hand up with a small shrug.

"However, I think she was more interested in training with Sigrun. I know that Sigrun has since given me back my title as Queen of the Valkyries, but there is no one else I would trust more to care for any new Valkyries and if Thrud preferred to train with her I would not interfere,"

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"I'm always right. Love you, Yngvi,"

"You're lucky you're right, bully."

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Hail Freyja

Hail to the mighty Vanadis

Hail to the beautiful sister of Freyr

Hail to the Lady of spinning, seidh, love, and passion

Bless and walk with us this day

A familiar prayer, one she had heard on the lips of people before. She never understood how she had such devotion but she never dissuaded people from praying to her in times of need or comfort. If she heard the prayer, she would come to her people, to help them. Listen, learn, to find out what they needed.

Freya selflessly aids her people, and she will always do so, in whatever they need. "I hope you are well, friend," she responds with a smile.

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[ BRAID ]:          sender, sitting behind the receiver’s back, begins to braid their hair. (Dite for Freya) - singofus

Freya's body visibly relax as she sat in the hot water of the bathhouse. If not for the fact Aphrodite was braiding her hair, she might have leaned her head back and rested on her lap. "You're spoiling me," Freya whispered, as she spread her wings out, lowering them into the water and letting the hot water soak into her weary bones. She had been preening her feathers, cleaning them up but the moment Aphrodite decided to braid her hair it was all over with.

Freya couldn't focus as she just enjoyed the spoiling from her sweetheart. / @singofus

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A white dove lands on Freya's shoulder, lightly cooing and shuffled in close to press against her neck and cheek. Aphrodite has come to check on her love and huddles in close. Perhaps seeking comfort from the closeness as well.

Fingers brushed along some flowers she had tended too. The bright brilliant red of the anemone perked up to the sunlight as Freya smiled. Aphrodite's gardens always made her happy, the flowers blossom with such vibrant colors and they all turned to the sun for growth. A swoosh of wind caught her ear as she looked over toward the white dove.

"Hello, Sweetheart," Freya said as she dusted her hand off and reached over to pet the top of the dove's head. "hope I didn't worry you about not being in bed when you woke up. I just woke up early and decided to come to tend to the flowers. Did you sleep well?" The questions slipped as she loved how close Aphrodite snuggled into her and didn't push her away at all.

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"Her voice was beautiful! You should have heard her, Freya; it was our favourite song from when we were kids." -- from Freyr. ^^

"My brother, ever the romantic. Only you can hear the voice of a frog and call her beautiful. All I heard was clicks and trills. Though valid, she had very beautiful colors,"

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