Gee thanks for the sentiment mother.

Dod she run away? Did people think she ran away? I mean...they weren't necessarily wrong or right. Her cottage ran...or more like faded away while she slept.

Oops, randomly incorrect thing oh well

"Because I don't live in Asgard, mom. And everyone there but Freyja and Thor scare me or are scared of me." Yay, lokisdottir troubles.

She's been gone a while.

She's giggling

"Really mother? Your own daughter. Hmm."

"Do you not know how to cook?"

She's cutting herbs from her garden, chopping them finely and filling her apothecary jars. A fire is laid in her hearth, and a book on runes sits next to her comfortable chair by the fire.

"Oh gods it's the boob drinker."

"Why be so willing to please, Aunt, when the hunt is twice as fun? Apparently the vikingr need their minds broadened."

"No, you are Freyja, your own person.one should never lose themselves for a liver."

// Wordssss

"I wonder if my father would be pleased if I settled down with a viking. Hah, as if any would have me." Sad to say her parentage did not endearment her to many.

Mead wench? She'll play that part. She slips a horn into his hand.

"I wouldn't know." Virginal Fridr talks like she knows everything, bless her.

// holy moly now I know why homelander is called Milk Drinker! (Finally watching The Boys.)