Broken Remedy |L. Odinson|

Chapter Eleven

Odin and his warriors had been gone for longer than Eir had anticipated. It had been about a month now and there were absolutely no news of them. They didn't have a means to know what happened in battle. She hated that she had to wait.

So as to try to keep her mind from the war, she had thought out a personal schedule that she followed every day. She would wake up in the morning, get dressed and then go down to the place they all trained. At first, she would train alone and at some point Brandt would join her. They would keep training until their muscles were sore. After that, she would go up to her room and take a bath so as to seem presentable. When that was over and done with, she would either go to the market or join the Queen for a walk around the garden of the palace. Then, she would return to her home and during the afternoon she would go horse riding.

Someone could say that the war hadn't affected her in the slightest or that she didn't care, but they didn't know she did all that in order to forget about it. However, despite all of the things she forced herself to do during the day, she never stopped thinking about the war.

She thought of those that were fighting every single second. Almost every other day she would lead her horse to the Bifrost, in hopes that Heimdall knew something more than she did, but all he ever told her was that they had yet to come back. He wasn't of much help in all honesty.

She missed Loki, a lot. The thought of him getting hurt was torturing her mind during the nights and if that weren't enough, she couldn't help but think of the Queen's reaction if anything were to happen to one of her children or her husband. As she had grown close to Frigga, she couldn't keep herself from thinking of her reaction to it, and as she didn't want to see her pained, she often wished that they all returned safely. It would be a tragedy if they didn't.

Loki wasn't the only person she actually missed, though. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she also missed her father and worried about him. All he had done or said to her some time ago seemed forgotten as she was faced with the idea of never seeing him again. She wanted him to return home because even if she didn't really want to admit it, it wasn't the same without him there.

Her mother was more silent than usual. She withdrew to her room for most of the day and only joined them for meals. Sometimes, Eir would see her standing in her balcony as she galloped away on Levi's back. She couldn't exactly pinpoint when was the last time she had had a regular conversation with her mother.

Brandt was less lively than usual. He smiled less and she noticed that when training, it often seemed like he wasn't really trying. At points she thought he didn't have the strength to go on, and she tried to be there for him. Sometimes he accepted her help and they would sit in his room or in the training grounds and talk for hours about every little thing, but sometimes he closed himself off of the world in his room and refused to speak. He regularly claimed that he should have been with his father in the war, but Eir didn't know if that would have been better for her family or not.

The only asset to the situation was that Cuyler was also affected by the circumstances and had stopped paying attention to her. That meant that the mockery had also ceased, to Eir's good luck and relief. Cuyler too was withdrawn but then again, the two had never been particularly close. He would find comfort in his mother, and often, Ingrid and Cuyler would be seen together.

Every member of the family seemed to have someone to turn to for support and comfort, but still, the war had been going on for too long in Eir's opinion. She knew that just a month of battle wasn't all that much but it felt like an aeon to her. With every passing day, the wish to be transported to the battlefield to make sure that those she cared about were alright and take care of the wounded was growing in her mind. Finally, she couldn't keep herself back any longer.