We are gods, and for that we are cursed. Humans worship and admire us; whether it be for our beauty or our power. For the grace of their love we are cursed. Damned to live and die tragically. To be a god is to be condemned.
Asgard. This is the home to many noble gods, goddess, and warriors; the place I call home. Asgard is a realm of peace, that is made stable by the All Father, Odin, and the many warriors loyal to his command. Our world gleamed with a brilliant sun that was forged from the raging fires of Muspelheim, for the moon and stars sparkled from the very same source. From Odin's great grandfather giant, Ymir, we have the beautiful nature of trees and mountains; while his very skull provides the foundation of our heavens. My realm of Asgard is tucked between northern Niflheim, the world of clouds and silhouettes that tangle in nothingness whose very core charges the fountain of Hvergelmir where twelve streams flow, and Muspelheim, that holds the fury of rivers forged in fire. According to legend, in the beginning, there was nothing…but in time our realm came into existence. From nothingness to greatness. I am devoted to my world, and the protection of her from any threat. Odin saw excellence in me from a young age; the heart of warrior. With his encouragement, I embraced my destiny to be a fighter for Asgard. I, Freyja Njoror, will live a warrior and die a warrior's death. For that is all I deserve.
I could not rest, my thoughts about this and more plagued me. Sleep did not reach me at all last night, but I still lay in my bed; eyes focused on the ceiling. While I gazed blankly at the ceiling, it was only then I noticed how big my sleeping quarters are. My chamber has a high ceiling, cool white marble floor, walls that were far spaced and polished a silver color, four post bed embellished with deep navy sheets and pillows, and the typical necessary items such as a vanity, closet, and other items. I was thankful to the Gods for blessing me with such fine living conditions. Whether it be for me being one of the very few female champions of Asgard or my brother, Heimdall, who loyally guards the rainbow bridge. Whatever the reason, I silently thanked them all.
I remained in my restful position with thoughts rummaging my mind, until the door to my room opened.
"Freyja, you are still at rest? Come from bed, today is the Coronation! We must not be late, we cannot afford such tendencies. Come, put on your finest garb, freshen your face, and let us leave. The Ladies Two mustn't be late!" my ally cheered, entering my room and directly heading to the other side. Opening my curtains.
At the brilliant sunlight, my eyes sting, and I grumble. "'The Ladies Two'? Honestly Sif, thy musty find a better name for us then this." I mumbled, burying my head in the blankets.
"Believe me, I have thought and thought since our early days my sister, and none of worth have come. Now, spring thy self from this rest! We must go and aid our friend on his ascent to the throne!" Sif smiled, pouncing on me. Only getting a groan from me.
I was not eager for event hosted at Odon's Palace. The Father of Gods catered to all of the Gods and Goddesses of Asgard, crowds of wealthy Asgardians, regal atmosphere, and nothing but hours spent having to listen to the latest gossip around our realm. I did not enjoy it, and not only that, but I was constantly expected to act "proper,". I did not like to be bound by rules and regulations, but I proudly suffered it at times of importance; which was what I had to do today.
"Fine! As long as thy promises a quick exit from the palace. Such idle chat of the Gods bore me." I slightly found myself begging my comrade, watching her slide gracefully from my bed and move to the door.
Sif flashed me a warm smile as she looked back at me before exiting my quarters. "Yes, but remember my dear friend. Not every gathering can be found on the battlefield." Sif explained, leaving me to myself.
I knew that Sif was right, that I myself cannot always hope for the joys of life to be found in battle. That I had to find fulfillment in other activities…but I did. I enjoyed anything under the heavens besides being placed in situations where I was marveled at, gossiped about, or forced to mingle with the bourgeois .
With an exaggerated sigh, I peeled myself from my bed, and dragged myself over to my vanity. Staring back at me through the mirror was my exhausted form. My subtle russet skin was flushed with heat as the air was thick with warmth, but my skin oddly enough, remained smooth and not sticky with sweat. My vibrant hazel eyes gazed at myself in the mirror with a sense of bleak amusement. Amusement that I, the Goddess Freyja, was being forced to "party,". A concept that most Gods and Goddesses would gladly welcome; except for my brother and I. My hazel eyes continued on analyzing myself. My button nose, the delicate curve of my apple cheeks, the sable of my full polished eyebrows, the elegant curve of my rosy lips, and my plump chest. None of my features honestly stood out to me, nothing I truly enjoyed…except my long dark auburn hair. It was odd, but I had a slight obsession with my hair; an obsession even Sif noted. It was highly uncommon to be born with darken hair and be of Asgardian lineage, but my brother and I did. Sif however was a different case when concerning her burnt umber locks, a case that involved the mischief of the God Loki. Who thought it to be a noble idea to cut off her tresses while she slept, and replace it with the work of Dwarves, that only resulted in the beauty that is now her dark brown hair. I only could dream my hair could rival hers, but I believed my hair was lovely in its own way. My hair was long, almost passing my breasts, forming natural soft waves towards the ends of each lock. My hair also had the appearance of raven black, but when graced by sunlight, shown its true color of auburn brown. I loved my hair, and bathed it with the finest oils and scents this realm could offer, brushing it when ever I could to make it shine with health.
I stopped examining myself in the mirror, and then directed my hazel orbs over to my wardrobe. Sif was already dressed for today's occasion, and so it would fit that I dressed the same as my comrade. Walking towards my wardrobe I didn't pay attention to my lavish dresses, or my battle attire, but to my refined everyday garb. My attire displayed my warrior status, but was intricate enough to be considered special for today's Coronation. My attire resembled Sif's perfectly, except where Sif's was crimson red, mine was cobalt blue, and where the fabric was gold, mine was platinum silver colored. I disrobed myself of my cream nightgown, placed on my thin chain mail armor, then placed on my cobalt blue arm wrap on my left upper arm, silver bangle on my right upper arm, subdued silver colored leggings that clung to my lower body tight, electric blue and platinum silver themed no sleeved shirt, tight skirt that grazed the mid of my thigh and continued the blue and silver theme, ice blue wrap around my right hand, and then finally my glossy platinum armor. I needed no aid in putting on my armor, though in the beginning, Sif helped me daily with my body armor. After putting on my knee high dark chocolate heeled boots, I look at myself in the mirror. I looked okay by my standards.
"Freyja, gorgeous as usual. No wonder Odin blessed thy as the Goddess of beauty." Sif's cheerful voice enters my ears, as she then appears behind me in the mirror. However, I sighed with a small smile gracing my lips.
"Ah, yes! For Odin also gave me the title of Goddess, of Gold, War, and let us not forget my sister, Death!" I mused, the fact a constant reminder of what Odin must have thought about me from the events leading up to mine and Sif's Coronation.
After graduating from the school of Warriors, with Sif and I as the only female attendants, Odin decided it would be a joyous occasion to welcome all of Asgard to see the friends of his sons become official warriors. After mighty tests Odin gave Sif and I, we were then crowned Goddesses of the realm. Sif deemed the Goddess of Earth and War, while I was crowned Goddess of gold, war, death, and "beauty,". I did not mind the title of war or death, but beauty? I did not feel or look beautiful, but maybe Odin saw something, I wasn't quite sure, but there was no use arguing with the God of all Gods…though I was sure Frigga gave him a run for his money.
"For one who is confident in her skills as a warrior, you aren't very sure as a woman." Sif laughed, sitting on my bed.
"Don't thy have something of worth to do? Besides plague me with thy childish taunts?" I smile warm, starting to brush my hair.
"No, waiting for the fair Freyja as always. Drowning her immortality away brush after brush!"
"Oh, sister. Just you wait, as soon as I am finished all Thor will have to gander at is your remains after I thrash you!"
"Thor? Oh, please. The only ones he admires is himself and women with no dignity. I mean, you must have heard of all of his conquests; if you have not heard the thunder that smites the sky each time."
"I pay no attention to Thor's personal interests, but only as he as a faithful ally and friend. Honestly, you mustn't listen to gossip…though it would be very uncomfortable to have the whole realm no when you're at "it," from the thunder that goes on." I laughed, with Sif joining me.
After brushing my hair, Sif stood beside me. We both stood tall and proud; beautiful reflections of each other amplified by the other. Sif and I were mighty warriors, the best of the few female warriors and even better than the male fighters of Asgard. We were destined for glory since the day we were born.
"Now come my sister, let us go to Thor's day. Cheering him on similar to his many fan girls!" Sif smiles, tugging my hand in hers out of my sleeping quarters.
"Me? Fan girl of the thunder God? Ha! Such behavior is only good for the very Goddess that fancied the God in the first place!" I teased, wrestling Sif with my arm around her neck.
"You promised not to speak of such dark days!"
"Yes, only because you agreed they were in the past, but they are still present!" I smiled, running ahead of my dear companion. As we made our way hastily off to the All Father, Odin's, Palace.