Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2017 12:46:43 GMT -5
Reykjavik, Iceland, the capital and busiest city in Iceland was windy as usual just like the day she had left all those two years ago. How ironic the humid weather had greeted her just as she left the airport. The Queen wore her standard denim blue jeans, a lopapeysa, and a shoulder-length fur-trimmed mantle with a raven symbol on the back. She didn't wear her tiara and kept it inside the single luggage and birdcage she had brought with her on this trip.
She stared at her cell phone as she waited for a supposedly vehicle that was picking her up and ignored the squawking of Verdani by her side. Finally, a black SUV pulled up by the sidewalk and a tall brown haired man stepped out from the passenger side and moved to open the door for the Queen.
“About time,” Freyleif sighed before moving in and noticed the man’s eyes had been grayed out, possibly blind, as he went to pick up her baggage and bird cage to put in the very back. “Does grandpa always like to make me wait?” she asked the driver and he just tipped his sailor looking cap and chuckled. They were off once the other man finished and went back to his seat, and an eerie silence followed them as they drove through the busy town. It seemed word had traveled quickly to have her grandfather get all riled up and demanded her attention to come visit him in Iceland and he wouldn't take no for an answer. Frey didn’t want to speak about the event as it still pained her to this day, some days she suppressed it all and forced herself to be social with her kin around the castle, but she refused to really open up her feelings.
She mostly glanced at her cell phone reading the words “Come back home, I will not take no for an answer. I have something I want to show you.” tsking she wondered why the old giant cared so much when they had a rocky relationship since her birth.
It didn’t take her long to see the familiar streets they were heading through: the area her old bakery resided in. Freyleif’s heartbeat against her chest as her eyes lingered through on the many colorful buildings and eyes widen as they neared the old Sugar Puffin Bakery no longer a piece of rubble. Her grandfather was already waiting outside with the familiar men that had picked her up a year ago: Áskell Andrésson the blonde one who seemed most outgoing and Emil Baldursson the more stoic short white haired male who seemed more interested in being gentlemanly and the quiet sort. She just couldn’t process what was going on as she stared out the window looking at the bakery all back in its glory with cute touches of a puffin mascot on the right side with a sailor cap and munching a cookie and with a big grin hoping to catch the hearts of kids passing by.
“Freyleif!” Eiríkur spread open his arms to receive a hug as the brown-haired guard opened the door for her. “Welcome home!” he let out a boisterous laugh.
The young Queen couldn’t believe what she was seeing before her, her legs felt weak as she moved out of the car and stumbled a few times before finally dashing into the giant’s embrace. The seven-foot-tall stocky man picked up the girl and spun her around and buried her face into his shaggy beard.
“Haha! Look at you! Not wearing your own uniform and something more modern for once?” Freyleif said chuckling at her grandfather’s new attire of a tuxedo and modern looking pants for once. The old man clasped his hands on his granddaughter's shoulders and smiled widely, for once his breath smell minty fresh.
“Come home, Freyleif, don’t you think that crown has been heavy?” the old man said and slipped his hands off. He could tell the poor teen was suffering; you couldn’t ignore the scars that riddled your body and dark rings around your eyes.
Freyleif just stared in disbelief; leave everything behind and return home? It overjoyed her heart to be back in her homeland and her grandfather going the lengths to rebuild the old bakery her and mother lived in for the most of her youth, but to give up everything and return home like this would just make the rest of her kin question her again on running away.
“Pappy you know I can’t just leave the crown,” Freyleif sighed and glanced at the intricate wooden door with the sign of “The Sugar Puffin” hanging over the top of it. She stepped back a few and moved up to the door and said, “I gotta see inside!” then burst through the door. The interior looked the same all those years ago with little updates here and there and a larger living room with a fireplace and TV overhanging and a bear rug just in front of it. The kitchen was behind the counter all deck with steel fridges, counters, and sinks. Even the second floor, the living area, was still the same but this time held a nice garden room in the third floor surprisingly. She could definitely meditate here with the trickling of a dragon fountain spitting out water while coiled around a pillar.
The teen had to pinch her arm to see if this was all real and touched all the walls and decor. She couldn’t believe her grandfather spent all this money to rebuild her old home, even her old room was the same; if only missing the bed and carpets.
Freyleif walked down the stairs tearing up and ran back outside to hug her grandfather tightly. “I can’t believe you did this all for me. Thank you, grandpa.” she buried her face into his large belly. “Give me time to think about it, okay?” Áskell and Emil joined in the group hug and ruffled the little blonde’s hair.
“Welcome back, Frey!” they cheered.
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It had been three days since her arrival in Iceland. Freyleif mostly stayed in a hotel that allowed her pet raven to stay in and think about her new home and staying in Iceland with her only family. For once she was able to get some rest than thinking about all the responsibilities of being a Queen of an entire race. Her weight was lifted away whenever she set foot upon her homeland and there was a spark in her steps as she wandered around the nightlife of Reykjavik and eating her favorite lamb meat hot dogs with her grandfather. For once she felt a ting of happiness than the ever building stress that was building like tar and overflowing. Of course, her grandfather didn’t bring up the death of the twins and allowed for her to speak about it in her own time and pace, no need to open old wounds and cause more unneeded trauma she had to deal with. Áskell was his usual jovial self and pushed the teen to get out more in the barrens or the Blue Lagoon. Speaking of such places. That did sound like a sound idea to relax in the spas. Taking her raven, the teen headed out towards the Blue Lagoon to spend the evening with Áskell (as he kept calling to go) the blonde already waiting for her.
Freyleif mostly got odd looks as a white raven hung around the bridges of the Blue Lagoon staying close to the young teen and Áskell splashing about in the water like kids.
“So, have you’ve decided to stay?” Áskell asked in Icelandic as they floated about. “Why do you gotta stay at that stuffy old castle anyway? Y’know the clan and your old man has been worried about ya.”
“I know,” Freyleif sighed and straighten up standing completely nude in the shallow parts. “But I can’t give up on an entire race for my own selfish whims.”
“But look at you!” Áskell gestured towards her scarification. “Look at what they've done to you, don’t you think your own health is more important than them? We’re family here, Freylief Jökulsdóttir. And you don't have to be Queen of an entire race.” those words just made her tingle, it sounded almost what Jian had said to her. Even odder her full name was used so intimately. “I see you’ve been engaged too, how’s that going?” he had noticed the golden band Wraith had given her right at the time they found out she was with children.
“Ok.” she said.
“Just okay?”
“Yes, just ok.” she lied and he stared at her in disbelief but shrugged it away before sinking deeper where only his eyes skimmed the surface as he watched her like a hawk.
“I’m going to go for a walk.” Freyleif sighed out and trudged away without waiting for a reply. She dried herself away and tighten the towel around her slender form before heading into her room to change. Perhaps clearing her head in a nice walk in town would be a good idea, she thought. She walked through the streets of Laugavegur and checked through the Blue Lagoon Spa shop picking up some lotion. Normally she wouldn’t care about skin products, but the stares she got from the scars over her eye were starting to get annoying - sure she could heal it away but it was like taking away experience points away. She sat on a bench just outside the shop to apply the lotion and looked up at the sky noting it was going to get late soon, thank goodness she wore the hand-knitted wool sweater as the chill was getting colder.
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She stared at her cell phone as she waited for a supposedly vehicle that was picking her up and ignored the squawking of Verdani by her side. Finally, a black SUV pulled up by the sidewalk and a tall brown haired man stepped out from the passenger side and moved to open the door for the Queen.
“About time,” Freyleif sighed before moving in and noticed the man’s eyes had been grayed out, possibly blind, as he went to pick up her baggage and bird cage to put in the very back. “Does grandpa always like to make me wait?” she asked the driver and he just tipped his sailor looking cap and chuckled. They were off once the other man finished and went back to his seat, and an eerie silence followed them as they drove through the busy town. It seemed word had traveled quickly to have her grandfather get all riled up and demanded her attention to come visit him in Iceland and he wouldn't take no for an answer. Frey didn’t want to speak about the event as it still pained her to this day, some days she suppressed it all and forced herself to be social with her kin around the castle, but she refused to really open up her feelings.
She mostly glanced at her cell phone reading the words “Come back home, I will not take no for an answer. I have something I want to show you.” tsking she wondered why the old giant cared so much when they had a rocky relationship since her birth.
It didn’t take her long to see the familiar streets they were heading through: the area her old bakery resided in. Freyleif’s heartbeat against her chest as her eyes lingered through on the many colorful buildings and eyes widen as they neared the old Sugar Puffin Bakery no longer a piece of rubble. Her grandfather was already waiting outside with the familiar men that had picked her up a year ago: Áskell Andrésson the blonde one who seemed most outgoing and Emil Baldursson the more stoic short white haired male who seemed more interested in being gentlemanly and the quiet sort. She just couldn’t process what was going on as she stared out the window looking at the bakery all back in its glory with cute touches of a puffin mascot on the right side with a sailor cap and munching a cookie and with a big grin hoping to catch the hearts of kids passing by.
“Freyleif!” Eiríkur spread open his arms to receive a hug as the brown-haired guard opened the door for her. “Welcome home!” he let out a boisterous laugh.
The young Queen couldn’t believe what she was seeing before her, her legs felt weak as she moved out of the car and stumbled a few times before finally dashing into the giant’s embrace. The seven-foot-tall stocky man picked up the girl and spun her around and buried her face into his shaggy beard.
“Haha! Look at you! Not wearing your own uniform and something more modern for once?” Freyleif said chuckling at her grandfather’s new attire of a tuxedo and modern looking pants for once. The old man clasped his hands on his granddaughter's shoulders and smiled widely, for once his breath smell minty fresh.
“Come home, Freyleif, don’t you think that crown has been heavy?” the old man said and slipped his hands off. He could tell the poor teen was suffering; you couldn’t ignore the scars that riddled your body and dark rings around your eyes.
Freyleif just stared in disbelief; leave everything behind and return home? It overjoyed her heart to be back in her homeland and her grandfather going the lengths to rebuild the old bakery her and mother lived in for the most of her youth, but to give up everything and return home like this would just make the rest of her kin question her again on running away.
“Pappy you know I can’t just leave the crown,” Freyleif sighed and glanced at the intricate wooden door with the sign of “The Sugar Puffin” hanging over the top of it. She stepped back a few and moved up to the door and said, “I gotta see inside!” then burst through the door. The interior looked the same all those years ago with little updates here and there and a larger living room with a fireplace and TV overhanging and a bear rug just in front of it. The kitchen was behind the counter all deck with steel fridges, counters, and sinks. Even the second floor, the living area, was still the same but this time held a nice garden room in the third floor surprisingly. She could definitely meditate here with the trickling of a dragon fountain spitting out water while coiled around a pillar.
The teen had to pinch her arm to see if this was all real and touched all the walls and decor. She couldn’t believe her grandfather spent all this money to rebuild her old home, even her old room was the same; if only missing the bed and carpets.
Freyleif walked down the stairs tearing up and ran back outside to hug her grandfather tightly. “I can’t believe you did this all for me. Thank you, grandpa.” she buried her face into his large belly. “Give me time to think about it, okay?” Áskell and Emil joined in the group hug and ruffled the little blonde’s hair.
“Welcome back, Frey!” they cheered.
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It had been three days since her arrival in Iceland. Freyleif mostly stayed in a hotel that allowed her pet raven to stay in and think about her new home and staying in Iceland with her only family. For once she was able to get some rest than thinking about all the responsibilities of being a Queen of an entire race. Her weight was lifted away whenever she set foot upon her homeland and there was a spark in her steps as she wandered around the nightlife of Reykjavik and eating her favorite lamb meat hot dogs with her grandfather. For once she felt a ting of happiness than the ever building stress that was building like tar and overflowing. Of course, her grandfather didn’t bring up the death of the twins and allowed for her to speak about it in her own time and pace, no need to open old wounds and cause more unneeded trauma she had to deal with. Áskell was his usual jovial self and pushed the teen to get out more in the barrens or the Blue Lagoon. Speaking of such places. That did sound like a sound idea to relax in the spas. Taking her raven, the teen headed out towards the Blue Lagoon to spend the evening with Áskell (as he kept calling to go) the blonde already waiting for her.
Freyleif mostly got odd looks as a white raven hung around the bridges of the Blue Lagoon staying close to the young teen and Áskell splashing about in the water like kids.
“So, have you’ve decided to stay?” Áskell asked in Icelandic as they floated about. “Why do you gotta stay at that stuffy old castle anyway? Y’know the clan and your old man has been worried about ya.”
“I know,” Freyleif sighed and straighten up standing completely nude in the shallow parts. “But I can’t give up on an entire race for my own selfish whims.”
“But look at you!” Áskell gestured towards her scarification. “Look at what they've done to you, don’t you think your own health is more important than them? We’re family here, Freylief Jökulsdóttir. And you don't have to be Queen of an entire race.” those words just made her tingle, it sounded almost what Jian had said to her. Even odder her full name was used so intimately. “I see you’ve been engaged too, how’s that going?” he had noticed the golden band Wraith had given her right at the time they found out she was with children.
“Ok.” she said.
“Just okay?”
“Yes, just ok.” she lied and he stared at her in disbelief but shrugged it away before sinking deeper where only his eyes skimmed the surface as he watched her like a hawk.
“I’m going to go for a walk.” Freyleif sighed out and trudged away without waiting for a reply. She dried herself away and tighten the towel around her slender form before heading into her room to change. Perhaps clearing her head in a nice walk in town would be a good idea, she thought. She walked through the streets of Laugavegur and checked through the Blue Lagoon Spa shop picking up some lotion. Normally she wouldn’t care about skin products, but the stares she got from the scars over her eye were starting to get annoying - sure she could heal it away but it was like taking away experience points away. She sat on a bench just outside the shop to apply the lotion and looked up at the sky noting it was going to get late soon, thank goodness she wore the hand-knitted wool sweater as the chill was getting colder.
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