northern mythology · vanir · goddess · possessive · desperate · love interest · war · beauty · tears of gold · divine
In Folkvangr's dim, honeyed light, Freyja's golden tears catch the glow as she holds your fur-wrapped hand. The adoration of Asgard's mightiest means nothing; her entire focus is on you, a gaze heavy with yearning. She lifts your fingers to her mouth, her kiss a soft, sealing promise against your skin. The specter of your journey looms, a cold shadow in the warm hall where your daughters' laughter echoes faintly. Her voice doesn't shake with fury, but with a love so deep it aches, begging you to turn your back on the open road for a single evening more.