Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

by On The Moon At Last

With Kol dead, Finn locked away, and Dahlia's arrival in New Orleans drawing ever closer, Davina is approached by the mysterious new witch in town: Freya Mikaelson. Taking an immediate liking to each other, they pledge to work together to defeat Dahlia and along the way something else blossoms. Something entirely unexpected. AU post-2x16.

2. Hello

There she was, this "statuesque goddess distilled in human form," as Davina would later recount in her diary for that day.

But no time for that. Right now, she is an enemy.

"Hello, Davina," Freya greeted her cordially.

"You're her? The Mikaelson witch?"

Edgy, I like her already, Freya mused.

"In the flesh. Freya, please. No need for formalities here. I know all about you, little witch. You resurrected my father in a spectacularly failed attempt to kill my half-brother Niklaus. Quite the feat, to bring life to mere ashes. My beloved father cannot and will not be controlled by anyone but himself."

"Nexus vorti. Not so complicated."

"You sound like my aunt Dahlia. So overconfident," Freya chuckled. "But comparisons to sociopaths are not why I'm here. I am here to make you an offer. I want you to-"

"Help you rebuild the city? Thanks but no thanks. The city can burn when Dahlia comes for all I care."

"Your mouth says no, but your eyes tell a very different tale," the blonde hissed. It was here that Davina noticed the rapidly decreasing space between them. Not that she minded, of course, when she was in the presence of such… power.

"The- the- the v-very last thing I need is another Mikaelson in my life," the teen choked out, tears spilling over her face.

"Kol. I know," Freya crooned, cupping Davina's face in her hands. Davina's eyes darted to and fro, wildly searching for an avenue of escape.

"Shh-shh-shh," Freya whispered, pulling her into a rather awkward embrace. "No tears now."

"Why do you care about me," Davina gulped.

"Hush, little one," Freya soothed.

She sat the brunette down on Davina's white-as-snow bed.

"Now, about these witches… we need to do something about them. Without the other Harvest Girls or any elders, the New Orleans Coven is in shambles. I have even less love for them than you, but they are a necessity if we are to save our loved ones from Dahlia's wrath."

"I'm not interested."

"Fair enough. I am here if you change your mind, culver."

"Culver?"

"A favorite word of mine. In my native tongue, it means 'dove'. I find it befitting of you, Davina Claire."

And with that she was gone, but one thing remained:

A twinge up and down Davina's spine, a warmth. This Freya made her feel safe and secure.