Written to: Superman - Five For Fighting, crosspost from AO3
Psithurism: The sound of wind through trees.
"What are you thinking about?" Farbauti asks, tracing absentminded swirls and patterns on Laufey's chest while they listen to the howling winds outside, slightly muffled by the icy walls of their palace. "I have never seen you so contemplative, except in times of war. You...are certainly not planning to go to war, again?"
Laufey looks at her, feels a bit of regret that she had only given her quirky mouth and expressive eyes to one of their sons.
"No," he says after a long moment. "I have no plans to go to war in the near future."
"Then why does your brow furrow so?" she asks, reaching up to rub at the furrow between his eyebrows. "Do you hurt somewhere?"
"I was just thinking about Helblindi," he explains. "Him and that Midgardian woman."
"Do you not approve?" Farbauti questions, sitting up; Laufey admires the soft curves of her legs and back as she goes over to the window and draws back the curtains a bit, to let the soft grey light of the storm in. From the bed, Laufey can see great trees on far off mountains bending in acquiescence to the howling gale.
"It is not that I don't approve. She is a very nice woman, I think. She reminds me of you; sassy, bold, determined."
"Then what is the problem?"
"She will not live forever, Farbauti. Helblindi must know this, too. I am afraid that he will not love her as much as he could have, not to the fullest, because he knows he will have to say good-bye one day."
Farbauti turns back to him, her face shadowed in profile, but he can still feel her searching gaze on him.
"It is an interesting thought," she agrees as she returns to their bed, burrowing into the blankets and curling herself against him. "Midgardians do not live very long, less than a century. We have millennia. This Darcy woman may not even be the one Helblindi is destined to be with for the rest of his life."
"What if she is?" Laufey asks, rolling over to look at Farbauti. "What if she is?"
Laufey drifts off to sleep a few minutes later, his brow still furrowed in thought, and Farbauti looks up at the ceiling in silence, thinking, while the storm rages outside.