Author's Note:
Hey everyone!
Just a quick heads-up:
In this chapter, we're diving into Norse mythology with an exploration of the mysterious Dísir—protective spirits tied to family fate and prosperity.
The Dísir are unique among Norse beings, focusing solely on protecting individual families or clans. Unlike the Valkyries or the Norns, the Dísir bring fortune or misfortune to their chosen bloodlines, depending on how they're honored. People in Norse society once celebrated them through rituals like Dísablót, offering gifts to earn their favor.
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Beneath the wide, silent night, Yrsa tore through the forest, her shadow barely a flicker among the trees. Her cloak flowed behind her like a dark wave, blending her into the midnight world as she ran, each step pushing her farther from Asgard's gaze.
She pressed a hand to her belly, feeling the faint, fragile pulse beneath her fingers—a life she would give anything to protect, one that already bore the weight of a prophecy no child should have to carry.
An ancient spell shimmered faintly beneath her hand, casting a subtle glow that barely kissed the forest floor.
The magic around her felt like a heartbeat in rhythm with her own, a quiet, powerful charm—a gift, a shield from those who would hunt her.
Her entire life, she'd upheld the sacred duties of the Dísir, protectors of fate and family. But tonight, it wasn't duty that spurred her forward; it was a fierce, instinctive drive to guard her child from the future that had already begun circling them.
The elders had warned her that her child would shape the future in ways even they couldn't see—a prophecy, a fate, a destiny tied to the end of days.
Yrsa's tribe feared it, and so did the gods, who'd see her daughter as a weapon or a threat. And that was a role Yrsa refused to let her child play.
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The night pressed close, heavy with a quiet tension. Yrsa forced herself onward, her breath cold and sharp, each step a silent promise. She'd rather face the wrath of Asgard than let her child's fate be dictated by gods who saw her only as a pawn.
The mere thought of Odin's unyielding control set something alight inside her—a resistance, an unwavering resolve.
Ahead, the trees began to thin, revealing the faint glow of Midgard beyond. Yrsa's pulse quickened, a fragile thread of hope pulling her toward that distant realm.
Midgard was strange to her, yet it offered something Asgard never would:
freedom.
In this world, her daughter could live beyond the reach of the gods, beyond their woven threads of fate.
Yrsa pressed her hand to her belly once more, her voice barely a whisper, her words a soft vow. "You'll know your power, but you'll choose your own fate."
With that final promise, Yrsa disappeared into the darkness, her figure melting into the night, unaware that this choice—this act of defiance—would echo through the lives of gods and mortals alike, leaving a mark on fate that no one could ever unmake.
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A little plot twist hint: in case it wasn't already clear, Yrsa is a Dísir and indeed Y/N's mother! So, if you had your suspicions, congratulations—you're right on track.😅
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