Fierce-Uld Frigg

Uld Hall was a long and large, Lavish... by Northern standards certainly, a hundred blades lined the Ancient walls, from old to new, pledged to Jarl Frigg and Her ancestors before her, a field of wolven pelts softened the pine floors, a great log fire burning in the room's centre, granting an earthy smokey smell with the fragrant meat that roasted within the crimson flame.

"What the Hel... Aetri? what are You doing here?" the voice was low and growling, one that made the Boy smile, for it belonged to the Raid-captain, He was a tall very agitated looking man, with a very very small Axe at his hip, though it had tasted the blood of many Skjal.

"Cap'n." Aetri saluted, walking over with Kara held close. The Captain averted his eyes from her, a disgusted look crossing his bearded face "I need to have a word with Frigg."

"She will hear You, I suppose... but not all are welcome." He sneered, refusing to make eye-contact with the Kara, who herself kept her eyes firmly on the ground.

He sighed, brushing his braided hair back and nodding "Fine." He could get away with the guards, but the Jarl's personal guards was pushing it, and so He smiled at Kara reassuringly, pressing his lips on her cheek and whispering "I won't be long, warm up by the fire." It was a rare occasion that a damned Outcast could stand by the Jarl's fire, she returned his smile, pretty as white Winter.

"Okay... just... hurry back, okay, these people make me nervous." She squeaked out before He walked through the Great Hall.

It was quiet in the Jarl's hall, but a few people lingered, Frigg's servant girls, plump, big breasted women in low-cut white furs and pearly white Ice-stone braces to show their status, a few smiled at Aetri their faces burning red as they rushed away to their duties.

Past the backway, running his fingers along the smooth face of the Jarl's feasting table, looking fondly at the Frost-birch throne on the High seat, before crossing to the large pair of doors and knocking gently. He waited and waited "never very punctual..." He thought, knocking again, the bang echoing through the hall, fire crackling in the distance "Oh for crying out loud-"

Aetri's fist hit nothing because the door had cracked ajar, and tired sapphire blue orbs stared back at him from the darkness "A-Aetri?" grumbling and very clearly tired, Fierce-Uld Frigga gazed with mild annoyance "I'm *Yawn* not letting the fucking Outcast stay, now go away it's too early for this..."

Frigg naturally went to close the door on him "the force from the slam would do the trick..." and so He just as naturally shoved his hand betwixt the closing fissure, feeling the cracking pain that shot through his hand as He took a sharp breath through his teeth, exhaling the pain away with a heavy breath, and falsely crying his discomfort "Ow! oh, bloody hell" inside He was smiling again

Frigg rolled her bagged eyes, opening the door partly to expose her... mostly naked form, save for her breast wraps and soft underclothes, her long mane of Silvery Blonde hair whipping as she scowled at him, but He continued playing the hurt party loud enough so that one of the guards noticed "Oh gods, ah this really hurts, it might be broken I can't close it..."

The Jarl stared at him deadpan, very much unamused "I really can't be bothered to deal with this right now." She said in Nornish

Aetri shrugged, dropping the act as the Guard turned away, quickly grabbing one of the Flaming torch horns from the wall "Yeah, whatever, You're the Jarl I'm the hurt party, I clam Nurse-right, yadda-yadda, we can talk while You patch me up." He clapped her a few times on her smooth shoulder, letting himself in through to her quarters. She stood for a moment, trying to rub the frustration from her blue eyes, closing the door and dreading the next couple minutes.

He hid his smile as He lit the horns in the dark chamber, nothing like abusing Norne's traditions, such as Nurse-right to get what He needed brought him a fair degree of satisfaction, She hurt his hand, which was now starting to hurt a little "The Zero Breath can only numb the sense of pain for so long" And so by tradition, as her kin she had to help him, allowing him to say his case... worked every time, breaking a hand, a leg, his nose once... that sucked, was a small price to pay, especially when Aunt Lee was such a talented healer.

Frigg's quarters were small, she kept little, save for her large straw packed bed that was drapped in fine furs "Sit." She commanded, gesturing to her circular mattress. plopping himself on, clutching his hand, Aetri watched as the Half naked form of the Jarl moved over to a large wicker basket in which she scrambled around in for a moment.

She was undoubtedly a shapely woman, tall and tough-looking, she had some scars on her toned form from battles long past, but the rest of her was smooth, her rear plump and her breasts heavy; pink as a peach. She pulled out some silk bandages, a small jar of green paste and a large leather skin which she uncorked with her teeth and begun to guzzle it down like a thirsty hound "Little early for drinking innit?" He asked earnestly. The Silver-blonde scowled at him, tossing him the skin that He caught in his good-hand

"Piss on that, nothing cures a hangover, nor an idiot's broken hand like some good mead." She spoke in a growling tone, that of a very old person who was tired of life, despite her only being a few years older than Aetri himself.

He shrugged taking a large swig of the overly sweet honey mead that coated his throat and warmed his belly as it went down.

Frigg plopped herself next to him, her soft mane of blonde hair brushing his fingers as she took his hand "Ah!" He gasped, the crackling pain rushing up his forearm, Frigg scoffed

"That one was more convincing than the last one. Go on then, I got word from my watchers that You brought that Outcast back into the Village, so I'd start spitting your cursed bile about it now while I'm here." Damn she was Vigilant, a bored drunkard she was, but nothing escaped those ears of hers

Aetri looked at the long scar that flashed across her hard face, from the left of her forehead down to her cheek, but it didn't take away from her rugged beauty-"Stop staring and get on with it, before I change my mind."

"Look, I know that she's made some mistakes, but it's nothing that any of us wouldn't have done in her situation." diplomatic, that might get to her

"I wouldn't have married the Clan that we've been feuding with for 6 centuries." She said with annoyance, harshly rubbing the numbing paste into his hand which had already started to blacken with bruising,

"Well what else was she supposed to do, freeze out in the wolf's wood?"

"Yes." she coated his wrist, his palm and started on the swelling fingers, rubbing a little more carefully now so that the paste soothed the skin

"Frigg..." He said softly. Her Blue eyes fell on him and softened slightly as she sighed

"An outcast cannot be welcomed, she is too be shunned, as her father was, as is the law Decree by Great-Uld Grimnir, Old-Uld Frey, and Old Uld Fren before him... and my Father. even if I wanted it undone, which I don't, her and Her harlot's blood are unwelcome here."

"And what of Fierce-Uld Frigg? does she still harbour spite for silly childhood grudges?" He didn't know why He bothered asking, He already knew the answer

"Yes." She brandished the smooth silk bandaged wrapping his hand clumsily. Aetri sighed, even after all this time... He thought that she would have gotten over this, The North left little room for childishness, it was cold and harsh, and she wasn't ditsy little Frigga anymore...

"Look, You made me Kin of the blood, even when you didn't have too-"

"You do good work for us, hunting, logging, that is the only reason..." Aetri cut her shit

"If you had just let us marry then she could have some semblance of a normal life, live within the safety of the walls." Aetri paused at that look on her face, the genuine mix of fear and hatred as she tied off the bandaged painful tight

"No." She growled

"This is childish jealousy-"

"No, I am your Jarl and You will obey me."

"I care about her, Frigg, I don't want her to live out in that fucking frozen Hell anymore!-"

Friggs lips were soft, just as He remembered them, gentle and warm and Her mouth tasted like honey. her hands were not soft like Kara's but she had a way of touching him like a woman who had found her lost love that made the hairs on his neck stand up on end. In her kiss, he felt winter, and strength and sorrow, because she knew that it wouldn't last.

He pulled back slowly, seeing the sad look on her face as she took heavy gulps from her skin, Aetri took it from her and she groaned fiercely "Fucking hel, She takes You and You take my fucking Mead... nobody warned me being the Jarl would be such a shit deal." She said, rubbing her nose.

"You know... that I care about You, Frigg... but-"

"But nothing, You should be marrying me." She growled, in that way that was simultaneously cute and scary, He never quite knew what to say to that, He and Frigg had been friends for a long time, even if Lee was annoyed by Her Father and his kin, she preferred Frigg to Kara "Better those Uld idiots then that Cave-Girl." She always said... but Aetri... He wasn't like most men... He couldn't just make the easy choice, marry Frigg and live comfortably while Kara was eaten by wolves... it was one or the other.

"I know. Frigg, I know." He said, stroking her silky blonde hair. She frowned but kissed him again, moaning into his mouth as the round of her breasts pressed into his chest... but He pulled back again, for the temptation that He might go too far.

She looked at him, sad-eyed and tired looking "You know, Aetri... sometimes I can't tell, if you Love everyone or No one at all."

"..."

"By the Raven god... traipse around my village with her all you want, just don't expect a peaceful welcome. And keep her out of my sight." Her voice was ice once again, and He nodded, going to stand but strong hands gripped his arm momentarily.

Frigg's mouth hung open before she closed it shut again, her ears going scarlet "Take this, they'll leave both of you be for short while if you hold My mark." Her skin of mead was indeed marked with the Raven, the Uld's insignia, and He smiled

"Thank you, Frigg... I... bye."