Baldur x Reader

Forty-Four

With a saddened expression, Freya shook her head.

"I'm sorry...", she whispered, shedding a few tears. "I can't help you with this."

His heart pulled together. It hurt, as if a blade got rammed into his chest.

With a displeased expression, Baldur let out a low growl. His hands clenched into fists. He stepped closer to her.

But Kratos pushed into his way. He raised his hand and pressed it onto his chest to hold him back.

"We've had an arrangement.", he reminded him.

Letting out a huff, Baldur nodded in agreement.

"Right...", he mumbled and looked back at his mother. "There's nothing you can do? No spell, no potion? No... rotten curse of yours?"

Her eyes wandered over the surface of the lake.

In the distance, the bridge of the temple shimmered.

Her lips parted. She wanted to say something. But she closed her mouth with a gasp before she could say something stupid.

But despite her silence, Baldur was able to understand.

A spark of hope lit up inside the light blue of his eyes.

"Where do I have to go?", he asked. "What realm will be able to help me?"

Freya let out a soft breath and shook her head again.

"This is insanity!", she said. "There's nothing you could do. Not anymore."

He frowned.

"Not anymore?", he asked and tilted his head. "What are you talking about?"

Her lips pressed into a thin line. She refused to answer at first, but gave in as she noticed how much he longed for an answer.

"If the soul is still attached to this life... maybe... you could go and get it to return to its body.", she sighed. "But the chances are slim that it is a success. You're not immortal anymore. If you leave the bridge, the realm will consume you."

Baldur let out a growl.

But all of a sudden he remembered your promise.

"(Y/N) is still waiting for me on the bridge.", he remembered.

Freya frowned.

"How do you know?"

"It was a promise."

"The dead cannot promise when they die. And if they refuse to cross the bridge bridge for too long, they'll never be able to walk through the gate. Your little human will be stuck forever."

"But it was a promise. (Y/N) promised to wait as long as possible.", he locked eyes with his mother, so full of excitement and hope all of a sudden. "How do I get there? What do I have to do?"

She shook her head, struggling to convince him from making this kind of mistake.

But now it was Kratos and the boy who had to say something.

"We have a key to this world.", the boy said and raised the white bifröst.

Kratos snatched it from his hand.

"This will not help you catch a soul.", he said.

Baldur sighed.

"But it will bring me to this world."

"You'll die!", Freya grabbed him by the shoulders.

Fear was burning inside her eyes.

Struck by disgust, Baldur frowned. But he didn't fight her off.

It would have broken his arrangement with Kratos.

With careful but determined strength, he grabbed his mothers hand and squeezed them so hard that she pulled away on her own.

"All those years I've wished to die...", he started in a calm voice, yet so full of disgust. "I've wished to kill you. Death was the only thing I could think about. Yours. My own. How I could cause it. But now? Now, I want to live. I've found something so beautiful, something that gives me so much joy. I would've lived on with the curse only to be by (Y/N)'s side. I can't let this happiness be torn from me. I'm so close to having it all. So tell me mother, why? Why won't you let me be happy?"

A whimper escaped her lips. Swallowing hard, she squeezed her eyes shut and shed a few more tears.

Only looking at her made him furios.

She had no right to sob and cry. She had no right to be hurt and disappointed after doing what she had done. She had been selfish, worthy of getting killed.

And yet, she couldn't stop presenting her like a suffering mother.

But Baldur knew the reality. She was a mother who had failed him more than anyone on the nine reals had ever done.

She had been selfish, just because she was afraid to loose him. In the end, her actions made her loose him more than death ever could.

"Stop it..!", he pressed out from clenched teeth. "My patience with you is wearing thin. What do I have to do?"

Taking a deep breath in, she raised her gaze and met his eyes.

"If the soul is waiting on the bridge, you need to guide it into the light of the temple so that it gets send back into this realm.", she explained but pulled a face.

He frowned.

"What is it?"

"It's just... all you can do is push the soul back into this real. But after that it needs to find its way back alone. You won't be able to control where it goes."

"But that shouldn't be a problem. (Y/N) knows where to go."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Souls and their living counterparts are two different things."

Unsure, his eyebrows pulled together. A loft sign escaped his lips.

"What happens if the two pieces don't find each other again?", Baldur finally asked carefully.

Deep down he already knew that it wouldn't be a pretty answer. He knew it would hurt to hear it.

But he needed to know for sure. Just speculating about it wouldn't help.

With a soft smile, Freya locked eyes with him and slightly shook her head.

"Lost souls don't have a place.", she said. "Nowhere. They just... wander around. They forget."

"Everything?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes they only forget certain parts. But you should pray everything will be forgotten."

Anger lit up inside his eyes.

"Why would I want that?", he bared his teeth.

"Because if they remember everything, the souls loose their minds and turn into endlessly suffering vessels of their former selfs, tortured by what they had and never will have again."