Mischief and the Melody

Freya the Goddess of Love

 "Freya darling, wake up."

Blue, cold skin began to paint up the pale arm, seeping into the skin and changing the once white color to a now hazy blue. Freya's breath caught in her throat and she was unable to speak. Whose arm was it?

"Freya! Wake up!"

Looking up, the only thing she saw was red eyes piercing into her own. She tried to take a step back from the mysterious figure but stumbled over a block of ice, landing on her back, she stared up and watched as the red eyes grew closer and the screams surrounding her grew louder.

"Freya!"

Jolting awake, Freya sat up from her bed and saw her twin brother, Freyr, in front of her, a concerned look on his face.

"W-What happened?" Freya asked, her breath still short from the nightmare.

This was now the sixteenth morning waking up to her brother shaking her awake from her dreams.

"You were having the dream again. I was heading down the hall and heard you crying and when I heard you scream I knew something was wrong," Freyr frowned and sat beside his twin now, wrapping his arms around her, holding her in comfort, "Maybe we should go seek medical attention?" he suggested.

Shaking her head, Freya tucked her hair behind her ear, "No brother, this isn't something of concern. People have bad dreams all the ti-"

"Yes but not for two weeks in a row." he said, cutting her off.

Looking up, she frowned at Freyr. She knew he was right, but she wouldn't dare admit it.

"I'll leave you to your thoughts. But be ready in the next half an hour, Mother and Father expect our company for breakfast." Freyr kissed his sister's forehead before standing up and leaving her room to go help his mother and father with breakfast.

Once her brother left, Freya got out of bed herself, going to her vanity and brushing through her long, frizzy sunshine hair. Looking at herself in the mirror caused concern to wash over the young Asgardian. Her once youthful face was now casted over with a tired, more weak look.

Maybe the dreams were needed to be looked at by a doctor?

She circled the brush along the pink powder and taped the brush once before dusting her face with the makeup, adding some color to make her look less dead to the world.

She stood up once she felt satisfied with herself and moved to her closet, skimming the fabrics to find a dress that suited her mood today. She finally settled on the spring green dress with the yellow decal. She wasn't one for the big, luxurious dresses, the lighter the dress, the more it suited her.

She tied up her dress and slipped on her yellow slippers before grabbing her current reading book, Potions and Pets, before heading to the dining hall to meet her family for breakfast.

***

"So, your brother tells us you've been having these dreams," Njord, the twins' father, said suddenly, sipping at his cranberry and orange juice, setting the goblet down. He glared a little at the youngest of his children who had been ignoring them and reading one of her books instead, "Freya! Do you even listen?" he snapped, causing the young girl to look up quickly.

Freya looked at her brother and glared a little before back ahead at her father, "They have not been causing me any harm father, it is simply a dream. Nothing more. When I see fit to seek a doctor, I will." she looked back down at her book, going back to her spot on transforming still objects to life.

Skadi, the twins' stepmother, sighed and began to eat once more, knowing her husband was soon going to rage.

Njord did indeed snap. He stood up suddenly and used his magic to wisk away the book. When Freya went to protest he pointed towards the exit hall.

"All you ever do is read. Read and read and read. You ever think that maybe all those fantasy books you read are causing these dreams of your's? For the past two weeks you've done nothing but sit there and read and ignore us.When you can show us that you can handle your reading without causing harm, than I will return what is your's."

Freya glared at her father and stood up staring at him for a moment before huffing and turning on her heels and headed out of the room and out of their section of the castle in their home of Asgard.

"So much for having a brother who kept secrets." she mumbled to herself, kicking over a pot as she headed outside. She was greeted by the sun's rays shining down her skin, warming her once cold skin up to a warm, comforting temperature.

She looked around and saw that nobody was outside, it made sense due to the time. She made her way down the dirt trail that was hidden away by weeds and lilacs to the forest line. She made her way into the entrance of the woods and sat down in her usual spot on the fallen oak that was propped against another.

She leaned back and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh. Why couldn't her father understand that her reading material had nothing to due with her dreams. Her dreams were a sign, she knew it. She wouldn't of had a dream this constant if it weren't for another purpose.

"You know...I didn't expect to find myself company in these parts of Asgard." low voice said suddenly, causing Freyja to jump, opening her eyes to see one of the princes, Loki, in front of her by the other end of the tree.

"Your highness," she said quickly, sliding off the trunk and bowing to the prince. She looked up and frowned, "What do I have the pleasure of having Prince Loki in my company?" she said, her voice weak, almost out of breath.

Loki smiled and chuckled a little, taking a step further, "I was hearing some arguing going on in your family's part of the castle and well, curiosity got to the cat." he said simply.

Freyja nodded and looked around, "Well um, we both know how my father's temper can be." she said quietly, her hands now behind her, squeezing at the material of her dress to keep her nerves down. She always found it awkward when talking to the royal family.

Loki nodded, "Yes...almost too similar to my own," he clicked his tongue, "Ah, yes, the reason I followed you here," he pulled a book out of thin air and handed it over to her, "Your father tends to not think as to where he makes your books disappear to. Luckily for you, they always end up in good hands."

Freyja looked down at the book and smiled weakly, looking back up at the Prince, "Thank you your highness, thank you." she opened her book and flipped through the pages, seeing if any of it had been damaged.

"Studying magic?" Loki said suddenly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Freyja was pulled from her thoughts and blushed at the prince, "Well um, I wouldn't really call it studying. I was taught when I was a child by my mother, I just like the stories the books carry." she explained.

Loki nodded, impressed by the girl's knowledge, "Impressive, was your mother a-"

"Magic born? Yes, although, I don't know much about her. My father remarried when my brother and I were young, he doesn't speak of her unless it's to compare me for not being more like her."

"I see. Well, I best be off, I only came to return the text...try not to get into too much trouble."

Loki turned and smiled to himself as he walked out of the woods before teleporting himself back to the castle and to his study.

Freyja, who was left awestruck, looked around at her settings before hugging the book close. Loki was a strange one indeed, but maybe not as strange as she thought.