Interlude Nerthus
Nerthus has just entered the main part of her store. She had just glanced at herself in the mirror. Her red hair has always had a mind of its own. Some of them were spinning and some were straight. She always had to comb them properly. Either make them wavy or straighten them completely. She knew that she didn't look like her sister Frigga. The only survivor because of its attractiveness. Odin killed all the witches except her sister. Nerthus hated him. She hated Hela.This stupid whore who cursed Frigga! Nerthus even hated Frigga because she had given up.
A wonderful sister whom her parents gave away with tears in her eyes.
Nerthus had a complicated relationship with Frigga. She did not want to see her, and yet she still loved her. Despite the fact that her parents all her childhood preferred the absent Frigga. Nerthus was not an easy creature to raise. Her parents probably felt like they were on Hel because of her. She was a difficult and disobedient daughter all her childhood and youth. A real pain. It gave her great satisfaction. She wasn't the perfect Frigga. She was the bestial Nerthus. Goddess of Fertility. Nobody could mess with her if they didn't want damaged fields or pregnancy problems. She was so powerful. However, she abandoned it.
Nerthus had brought the goods she had previously kept in the attic. One might wonder why she was selling off the fortune of the dead Vanaheim witches, but that was what she meant. She wanted the Vanir magic to come back. That's why she was selling it. That it will flourish throughout the cosmos. Although she did for the dead royal family of Vanaheim. She has always prided herself on her patriotism and attachment to her roots. Nerthus was a Vanir, and she was proud of it.
Frigga was surrounded by the luxury of civilizations looted and destroyed by Odin. She probably didn't admit her origin anymore.
Nerthus turned the key to the jewellery box. There were ruby earrings on a white handkerchief. They are called: Delmera's Tears. It was the name of King Njord's grandmother who made it herself. They had a unique abillity. They ensure that their owner was protected from any attacks related to noise or auditory illusions.
Nerthus sifted through her wares in the store. At the front, in front of the window, there was a stained-glass window that she had just hung. It depicted the deceased royal family of Vanaheim.The King Njord, with a blue beard in all his glory, in a navy blue flowing robe with sleeves reaching the ground. A heavy chain with a runic inscription hung around his neck: May the justice of the sea be with us. Next to him was Queen Nir in a purple dress with a high collar. There were silver earrings in her ears. She died while giving birth to twins. Their two children were standing in front of the royal couple. Prince Frey and Princess Freya. Princess Freya was dressed in a pink dress. There are chamomiles' tangled in her hair. The prince was dressed in silver armor. They died so young. They were still children. Nerthus lined up the lace handkerchiefs. She watched them. They came in white, black, ecru and amber. They were filled to the brim with luminous protective magic. On the shelf, Nerthus arranged the magic books of runes.
Unexpectedly she felt the magic of Vanaheim. It was Frigga. She did a very risky thing! Entry into someone else's soul! Nerthus was not a witch. She couldn't use magic, but she could feel it. Stupid Frigga! She was taking such a risk!
Soon after, the trail of her sister's magic vanished from Xandar. Hope that stupid one wouldn't kill herself because of it.
Nerthus was very upset by this incident. Unexpectedly, a few hours later, the last customer showed up at her store. The one who bought Amora's scarf and brought her news about Loki. Forseti was waiting so long for the coming of the God of Lies.
Her client's eyes changed.
There was cold ruthlessness in them.
"What happened?" Nerthus asked.
"Someone I love has been attacked. Sylvie has returned with him to Asgard. I'm leaving myself," replied her client. Amazed, Nerthus immediately decided to turn everything to her advantage. Maybe it was because she felt the magic of Vanaheim again. Maybe because of the news about Loki. Maybe because of her boredom. Enough that she made a decision: if the man was so well versed in the current politics of Asgard, he could help her. Let the Vanir magic return. Let Odin be furious. Let Hela pay for the curse of infertility. A real disgusting thing. Nerthus decided to come back from exile.
"I'm going with you. I'll be useful to you. Though I don't even know your name," Nerthus replied, coming up to him.
"Owen Wilson, I am a friend of Loki and Sylvie. Why do you want to come with me?" he replied. He looked genuinely surprised as if he couldn't understand her motives.
"Don't you believe in a sudden change of heart?" she smiled wickedly, but Owen Wilson remained motionless and watched her carefully as if she were some kind of sinister natural phenomenon. In fact, she was her. Goddess of Fertility who left her talent for her nephew.
"You have a plan. I don't know you well enough for me to speculate on your goal. But I warn you. I'm not defenseless and just try to put your hand on my family and you will regret it," he said.
"I already like you. Honesty is a rare trait these days, and I especially appreciate it since I have been friends with Forseti," Nerthus replied.
"You won't even ask where are we going?" Owen Wilson asked, helping her lock her suitcase.
"I'm sure you'll tell me soon," Nerthus replied, tweaking a lock of her red hair.
"Kylos. It's a secret mission. I'll tell you the details on the way," he said.
"Now I should ask you why are you letting me go," Nerthus said.
"I always like some extra help," he smiled. He lied. Nerthus didn't know what his game was, but she will.
He will definitely find out.
Good thing Forseti had left her some extract from his tears before he died.
An elixir of truth that no magic could deceive.
Well, except for its opposite, the power of the God of Lies.
But he wasn't here.
And Nerthus had many questions.
Nerthus was sitting on a rock under a huge tree in Vanaheim. Forseti stood before her. He had his back to her.
"I hate you sometimes," Nerthus replied.
"I know," Forseti replied shortly.
"Haven't you got any more to say?" Nerthus abruptly rose from the stone and spread her hands angrily.
"Truth cannot be fought, Nerthus," he told her.
"You gave Hela this cursed scroll. Now my nephew has been kidnapped!" the ground trembled under Nerthus' feet, and Forseti remained unmoved.
"Tragedy. I see a tragedy," whispered Forseti.
"What do you see? What tragedy? Probably because of you! You put my nephew to death!" Nerthus shook Forseti's shoulders frantically.
"I can see the threads unravel! I can see! I can see!" Forseti fell to his knees. Nerthus held his head down. The tears spilled from Forseti's eyes and he directed them into a blue vial with a carved moon.
"Take it" gave it to her . Then he got up. And he stood in the same place for several days. He did not eat, drink or react to anything. Nerthus kept trying to wake him up from it. He seemed like a statue. He didn't move and made no sound. He just stared into space, his eyes swirling from pearly white through sensual red to the deepest black.
Until finally Forseti woke up.
Tears rolled from his eyes again. This time, however, they fell to the ground, and Forseti laughed. His eyes shone brighter than ever. Nerthus had never seen him like this before. He was so happy. As if what happened before hadn't happened at all! It frustrated her a lot!
"I have to go urgently," he kissed her temple and then disappeared. Furious, Nerthus spat on the ground, her saliva turning into a small swamp. She will get all the answers from Forseti yet! Let her just get her hands on him!
Nerthus still had the vial. She was going to use it for a special occasion, and it was a special occasion.
"Take especially artifacts for defense and attack. It's a dangerous mission. Take the best you have here," Owen Wilson told her. Nerthus nodded her head.
"Would you like some tea before you go out?" she asked.
"No thanks, I'll give you another hour to pack. I have something else to do. I'll be back in an hour," he replied and left her store.
Nerthus clenched her fist.
She had to try again.