Okay so here is the first part of my SkyFrost stories where Luna and Celeste are brought to Asgard in the first place.
"Look at them sleeping, Celeste," a pale maiden clad in armor, various weapons adorning her form, said, looking over the mountain. "Oblivious to the beautiful night and the sweet melancholy it brings. Foolish ingrates."
"They were created for the sun," her companion, Celeste, said. Celeste, too, was pale with fiery red hair whereas the first girl had pale golden hair wove into a braid.
With the first clad in armor and weapons, the second wore gentle flowing gowns of varying colors of the sunlight. Just to look at these two women you could tell they were direct opposites.
"Luna, what is his really about?" Celeste asked her spirit sister. Luna shrugged her braid falling over her shoulder. "Come now, you know you can tell me," she said, her gold bracelets glinting in the moonlight.
"I suppose it's the ruckus going about in my head. I know you hear it, too, when you are near, Celeste. They are particularly chatty this eve."
"Yes, I hear them. You know for the life of me I don't know how you're still sane."
"Who's to say I am?" Luna laughed, "I am insane, but I'm a functioning insane."
Suddenly Luna's head shot to the sky. "What is it?" asked Celeste following her sister's line of sight.
"Och, Hiemdall's gracing us with a Lunar Rainbow," Luna said her thick Scottish brogue lilting.
"Asguardians? So late? What could they want?" Celeste asked.
"Reckon it all depends on who's traveling here, aye?" Celeste nodded, "Tis probably that Thunder Thrower pining his lover again."
Luna wanted to turn away but the spectacle was so rare she couldn't. Celeste understood. She knew that, like the Lady Sif, Luna had pined for the Asguardian Crown Prince. But unlike Sif, when he chose the mortal scientist, Jane Foster, fiery dangerous rage took the place of the former warm affections.
One thing was certain, Celeste did not envy Thor, Luna's rage.
While Celeste was relatively peaceful, Luna was violent, and it depended on how angry or hurt she was as to how violent, and as angry as Luna was with Thor, Celeste was amazed he wasn't dead already.
"Luna, sister, don't do anything you'll regret," Celeste tried to intervene as Luna's fist tightened on her halberd.
"Something I'll regret? Much too late for that," she said leaping into the air, her magic catching her and turning her into a moonbeam. Celeste rolled her eyes heavenward and sighed. Always the voice of reason to her brash spirit sister.
"Luna! Luna, wait!" Celeste cried flying after her.
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Luna landed with a crash, dirt flying as the Bifrost faded. On the other side of the bridge stood, not Thor, but Tyr. Celeste landed behind her spirit sister who swung her halberd behind her in a sign of yielding to the god of war.
"Lord Tyr," Luna said nodding her head. "How can we serve ye?"
"The All-Father wishes to speak with the Guardians of Midgard."
"So why not speak to his beloved son, Thor?" Luna smarted off.
"Luna," Celeste warned watching Tyr's hand settle on his hammer.
"No more, Celeste. I am tired of being treated like a bumbling bairn while the Asgardians suck their silver spoons!"
"Bold words, child of the night."
"Followed by bold action if ye dinnea shut yer gob!"
"I'd listen to your sun child friend. She seems wise enough." Luna gritted her teeth and her fist tightened on her halberd again.
"Your askin' for it, Tyr," she snarled.
"Do you really wish to take on the Great Warrior?"
"We'll see how great ye are when I'm done with ye!" Luna cursed diving forward, Celeste right behind her, ready to stop her.
"Heimdall!" Tyr called and with a flash the Bifrost opened.
Short and sweet. Hopefully more soon.