Lost Memories
She can tell he still wants her. He's only just made the announcement, about how he's going to marry Sif. She looks so smug, holding his arm delicately with one hand. Her other sisters are fauning all over him - Fulla looks almost upset. Idunn and Eir are trying to get his attention, but she can feel his eyes burning into her. Even Sif knows it, but she's too proud to admit it. She's already making wedding plans, and all of her sisters now focus on the whirlwind of excitement a wedding brings.
But his eyes are still on her. He isn't even trying to hide it. She's moved on, and it shows in the way she stands tall, head held high even as he and Sif announce their wedding. She's moved on, and he's never wanted her more. His eyes are hungry, devouring her with a look.
And in the back of her mind, she knows he'll never want Sif as much as he wanted her.
And she likes that.
Such a pretty little thing. She's heard that so many times by now, that she believes it with all of her heart. Such a pretty little thing. Just a kiss. Just a little longer. Don't leave me now, he says. I need you. I want you. If you go now, I'll die.
But they never die, do they?
She knows there are rumors. The word cocktease is a joke to her. It's nothing. It's a word men make up when they don't get what they want. And she never gives them everything they want. Only a taste. Just enough to want more. But she's determined to make sure they never get too far. That's reserved for him alone. And a wedding night. That's when all the insults will stop.
She's singing. She's singing, and it's so beautiful, it makes her feel beautiful to hear her own voice. She knows she is the best singer in the whole world. She hears someone crying in the other room - one of her sisters. She must be jealous of how beautiful her voice is. She sings louder.
She looks outside the window, and she holds out her hand to try and call a bird to it. Her song makes the bird fly, but instead of landing on her hand, it slams itself into the wall of their house. It falls - why would it do that - why -
Her voice made it want to die.
"NnnRRRRGRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH." Hel probably shouldn't have said that motto, because the mere words had Freya rising up off the bed like a zombie, and screaming like a banshee. Then she turned around, and flipped over her bed - unearthly strength returning to her from the great beyond. "WANT. TAKE. HAAAAAAAAAVE." The sound of those words leaving her lips made her ..
They made her..
Starving. Freya wanted a gods be damned meat stick. She stormed over to her mini fridge, pulled out a sausage stick, and ripped open the wrapping with her fingernails. Then she took that meat stick in her mouth like a ravenous animal, ripping into it.
Shaking the messy thing at her sister, and despite the hollow blanched look of her skin, Freya looked more herself than she had in a year. "I wants yeh in my life more often. Are yeh ready for that? Because I don't cares if yeh are, or not. That is what I wants, now." She smiled, with meat in her teeth. "Yehr just goings teh has teh deal with that."
It felt so good to sing again. She couldn't help but cry. But when it was over, and she opened her eyes to see what she expected to be tragic, suicidal faces, all she got was a faceful of confetti.
They loved her.
Nobody was sad. Nobody was crying. Somebody was putting a crown on her head and giving her a trophy and a key and they
loved her.
This was the best ******** day ever.
"I LOVES GARGOYLES AGAIN!"
The crowd cheered.
She was in love. Everyone was going to call her such a hypocrite, and she couldn't manage to give a single care. She was in love.
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