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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 11:49 am
Freya gave her draugr a gentle smile. "Now woulds be a terrible time to go apologize to her, in fact. But yes. I promise, I will finds her later and do it. She has to go gets ready for the wedding right now, though." She lifted up to her toes, as if attempting to bend up for a kiss, but she couldn't even reach him and dropped back down.
"Anyway, now yeh comes meet the rest of my family. Let's go, hah?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 12:01 pm
"Tchhh," the draugr whined softly before leaning forward to press a kiss to Freya's lips. "With Herryk's luck Freya will have many unwed female cousins that will want to touch Herryk." He looked melancholy for a moment before running his hand over the buttons on his shirt.
"Herryk is flattered that the sisters think he is handsome but all of the touching... and then with Fulla kissing Herryk." That had been a nightmare, to say the least.
"Herryk needs a minute to prepare."
Ughhhhh. Hot women hanging all over him. Poor guy. It is a hard life.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 2:41 pm
Valdis just laughed at Freya and her claims of favoritism. “Aww, Herryk.” She cooed loudly so that Freya could hear. “I’d offer my arm to yehs too, but Freya is hogging yeh all to herself, eh? Then she wants to say I am not caring? Tch.”
The older valkyrie then laughed in pure delight as Mot offered her his arm, grinning back at the cowboil. “Goodness meh! I’m very honored, sir!” She slipped her hand into the boil’s arm, and then gently rested her other hand on his arm as well. “I haven’ been treated this lovely since I was a wee ghoul meh self!” Valdis laughed again as Freya dragged Herryk out, and leaned down to whisper to Mot, “Pssst, Raven, do not have daughters, eh? They are so silly!” She was joking about this of course. She loved her daughters dearly and would give up her existence for them…even if more than half of them were brats.
She patted the reaper’s arm affectionately and then escorted him out to the tent, keeping her hands on his arm as she mingled and weaved her way through the crowd, introducing him as a good friend of the family and keeping him safe from any other overzealous huggy-feely reaper or monster.
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Eventually, the big event, the reason they had come all the way out to the Brynhildr home in the first place was about to commence.
Everyone was seated underneath the large, grand tent, and true to her word, Valdis was seated in the front row of her family’s side with Mot right next to her, and right next to Mot, an empty seat for Hel. The oath keeper and the groom stood proudly waiting at the end of the aisle, and after everything was cleared to go on the wedding party’s end, the ceremony finally began. First to come out down the aisle, were the bride’s maids and their escorts, and following them…
Came the ring bearer.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 2:50 pm
Freya had given him a minute. Several, in fact, before she'd gone around and introduced him to her family. There had been the wee ones, and the bigger, more touchy ones, and the loud ones, and it was becoming very obvious that Hel and Freya's family were all a raucous, overzealous bunch. It was kind of sweet, in a way.
When she'd led him to a seat, she gave him special instructions to save herself one on the side where Mot was saving one for Hel. She headed off to the back reluctantly, dreading the moment the music would start.
"This is ridiculous." She hisses back at Hel, giving her youngest sister a piteous look. She had the frilliest of pillows in her hands, and two very overdramatic rings attached to them. "Maybe if I drops the rings, we ends this now, hah?"
Someone shoved her before she could wait for Hel's answer, and she lifted her chin up in the air and walked down the aisle with as much pride as she could fake.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 2:55 pm
Weddings were terrifying things.
So many flowers and fancy clothes, music. There were a few sobbing women somewhere behind Herryk. Herryk sat where Freya had directed him -- he left a seat free next to Mot, and then one more before he sat down. Was he orchestrating something? Forcing the sisters to sit next to one another?
Yes, yes he was.
Sitting as straight as he could in his seat, Herryk crossed his arms over his chest. He only had eyes for one person in particular.
Thor.
>8C
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 3:13 pm
Hel just looked up at her sister with a look that said she knew, grimacing as Freya was shoved out and down the aisle, and watched the back of her sister as she went down and presented the rings to Thor, and once that was done…ugh. It was her turn.
The youngest valkyrie sighed silently, shifting her own lovely, frilly basket filled with withered flower petals, and took a deep breath before making her way down the aisle as well. She didn’t bother to cast a look at Mot yet on her way down as she sprinkled the petals in the aisle, just in case he did start to crack up. She felt miserable enough at the moment…so instead she focused her glare on who waited at the end of the aisle. Thor. Thinly veiled was Hel’s frustration and annoyance at this…and it was all said with her eyes. She kept her mouth in a firm line and her brows unfurrowed.
Once Hel reached the end of the aisle, she grabbed a handful of petals, and then flung them at Thor’s feet. Petty, she knew, but she felt better. Hel then spun on her heel and slipped past Herryk to take her seat next to Mot, and only then, did she dare to spare a glance at Mot.
Then, finally, it was the valkyrie of the hour.
No matter how much you may have hated Sif, you had to admit. She looked stunning as she appeared at the opposite end of the aisle, her silk incased hand in the crook of her papa’s mighty arm. Her head was held high, her chin pointing up as she made the long, drawn out stroll down the aisle over the petals Hel had scattered.
Secretly, Hel was envious. Her oldest sister looked beautiful.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 3:30 pm
Mot puffed up proudly as he seemed to have woo'd Hel's mother, or at least amused her enough to play along. He leaned in as she whispered down to him, a playful grin upon his lips at her bit of advice. "I'll keep that in mind." He joked with a laugh. He doubted one had a choice in the matter when it came to baby making, but it was fun to pretend. He stuck with Valdis throughout the meeting of other members of the family. He felt like a dwarf throughout it all, but held his chin up high, a mighty smile on his features the whole way through. === Mot swung his feet under the bench as he waited for it all to begin, giving Herryk a grin and nod as he sat some ways aprt from himself; Leaving room for Hel and Freya he figured. Speaking of, once the ceremony started, Mot leaned his head to the side, waiting for Hel to come around. She had made such a fuss about the C word and laughing that he was curious to see just how bad it would be. Mentally he prepared himself, to prevent laughing out loud in case it was ridiculous. Freya looked amazing, and proud. Mot turned his head to Herryk, giving him a knowing nod. Freya sure did look glamorous. Be that as it may, it wasn't surprising to see. What was surprising was Hel. Mot tried not to look gobsmacked as he eyed her walking down the aisle, a smile playing at his lips as she not so subtly chucked the remainder of the flower pedals at Thor's feet. He waited for her to sit down, and Mot leaned to her ear, cupping it with his hand. "You look lovely." He whispered honestly. (( It was adorablez ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 3:52 pm
Freya had just barely turned to get into her seat when her sister threw the petals at Thor's feet, and she, unlike Hel, failed to hold back the laughter. Loud, obnoxious, and entirely inappropriate, Freya let out a harsh "HAH!" right at the groom, who - along with everyone else - gave her a glare. She plopped down in her seat with a genuine smile, leaned her back on Herryk, and made herself comfortable in her chair.
When Hel reached her seat, Freya bent in to say something - but Mot seemed more interested in taking up her sister's attention. The smug smile on her face dropped to something a little more thoughtful, and she waited patiently before bending in and giving her sister a kiss right on the cheek.
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The armor glimmered in the sun, covering him from neck to toe. Thor held his helm in his hands, his widely cut chin perked in the air. Every sister that walked down the aisle received a very long, appreciative look, but when the ring bearer walked down the aisle, Thor found it an appropriate time to speak with the minister. He turned away, saying something short, and when he turned back, Freya had already passed.
Was there a glimmer of actual emotion in his eyes? For just a moment, when she wasn't looking, he seemed.. sad. Very, very sad.
And then Hel dropped flowers all over him, and the moment was over.
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Walking his daughter down the aisle was both a tremendous pleasure, and a wondrous difficulty. Odin barely fit down the aisle, and everyone in their seats rumbled slightly when he passed, as his feet shook the ground. He kept that tiny, beautiful hand crooked under his arm, and gave all of his family members a proud grin, one by one. But when he arrived at the end, and Sif automatically tried to release him, he held her hand just a minute longer.
Odin bent in almost all the way, so he could whisper in his eldest daughter's ear, and he whispered something. Then he pulled away, and a great and mighty sniff was heard. He held Sif's hand out to Thor, who took it with a respectful nod. Odin slapped Thor on the back, which made the young man stumble into the minister, and almost lose his balance.
Then the mighty giant rumbled to his seat, where he sniffed, his eyes watered, and he started to bawl like a baby.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 4:01 pm
Herryk caught Thor's every movement. He caught the brief emotion that shimmered in Thor's eyes, he saw the sadness.
He felt the triumph.
With a loud, smug snort that he tried to pass off as choked laughter at Hel's display, Herryk settled back in his chair. He made sure, though, that Thor knew who the better man was. It was obviously Herryk because Herryk had Freya and Thor didn't. Hah.
Wrapping his arm around Freya's waist as she leaned against him, Herryk fell silent and watched the rest of the proceedings with a very, very, VERY satisfied smile on his face.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 4:31 pm
The reaper wasn’t expecting Mot to look…gobsmacked. She had been absolutely expecting him to laugh, to poke fun, to look amused…but no, he didn’t. Hel blinked at the look, and paused as she felt his gloved hand cup around her ear, followed by his whisper. The ghoul couldn’t help herself as she blushed, hard. Mot could probably feel the warmth, and then to add to her surprise, her opposite cheek was then kissed by Freya. Hel glanced at Mot, silently mouthing an awed and surprised ‘thank you’, and glanced then at Freya, reaching up to touch her cheek where she had been kissed, offering her older sister a very small, smile.
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Sif made her elegant stroll down the aisle, allowing her hand to be transferred with the utmost grace, despite how ungraceful her papa was. Her icy blue gaze briefly looked up at the tent top in a ‘oh dear Jack’ expression as the grim reaper seemed to have trouble giving up her hand, and then before long it was within Thor’s grasp. Her gave her future husband to be a ‘finally’ look as she took her place at his side, still standing mighty tall and proud as she turned to face the oath keeper at his side.
Secretly, deep down…this wasn’t going exactly as she had planned. Freya…she wasn’t miserable looking enough.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 4:38 pm
Mot pulled back, smiling warmly at Hel. She had seemed very warm after he had said his compliment. Had he embarrassed her? Oh well. He grinned then, returning his attention to the wedding.
Their older sister was indeed looking rather divine, but she always seemed cold and calculating. In his heart that was not what a beautiful woman could be defined as. There needed to be some semblance of warmth or kindness to deserve such a title.
Even his mother had at least the faintest spark of fire behind her abysmally black eye color.
From what he'd seen of Sif, he did not approve. She kind of reminded him of.. Sarias.
...Sarias. >8(
Regardless, Mot leaned back, hands folded in front of him and watched the ceremony curiously.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:10 pm
"Dearly beloved," A crochety voice called out from between the couple. The minister was old, and bespeckled, and carrying a book that looked heavier than his frail arms could hold. He kept adjusting his glasses in hopes of being able to read better.
"We are gathered here together today to join together this man and this woman in the bonds of matrimony. We are here to celebrate their union and to honor their commitment to one another. Today, Thor and Sif proclaim their love to the world and we rejoice with them!"
The wedding droned on. The elderly man recited all the typical lines, joining the two together with their hands and leading them through their vows. Finally, he cleared his throat and lifted his head to the crowd.
"If anyone here objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:33 pm
As Hel batted down her blush, casting one more glance at Mot, she shifted her attention back to the couple, and just…quietly observed.
Quite a few things had struck the youngest reaper while she watched them, and listened to them go throw her vows. Now…she didn’t have a firm grasp on what love was exactly…but she could say with certainty, that what Sif and Thor had…was not love. How…how could they go through with this? The reaper’s brows furrowed, and she just sighed softly as the oath keeper made his statement and then paused.
==
All through the ceremony, Sif had kept her gaze on Thor…but it was not a look of awe or wonderment for the valkyrie across from her. It was not a look of love. It was a look of expectation. This reunion looked painfully beautiful. They were both highly accomplished warriors, they both looked good, and they’d put forth beautiful children, and all through the valkyrie culture, they’d be envied. Nothing more, nothing less.
As the oath keeper asked if there were any objections though, she couldn’t help but glance at Freya. Hoping for something.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:42 pm
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