The thing is, the cavern didn't have time to settle into its new divine chaos that very few would dare to apply to any dimension of this mega reality.
That is to say that Freyr had barely taken another step forward to take on the challenge golden light shimmering at his palm, eyes steady with the calm strength of fertility and sacred war that could smell the patterns of what life can actually become within reality when the air tore again with a sound like reality laughing too hard. That is to say that no one seems to enjoy it. They have made it happen.
Loki's green-gold sparks suddenly flared wild and unstable. His playful smirk twisted into something sharper, darker, more dangerous like the way he was planning to kill Baldr.
Loki: Oh… this is even better than I planned. This book belongs to the most rare of men. Perhaps not one of them is yet alive. First the day after tomorrow must come for me. Some men are born posthumously. That is to say that the night just got deliciously messy.
He snapped his fingers.
Not for illusions this time.
For something real.
This time was different from everything that was going to happen.
A wave of pure, unfiltered chaos erupted from him emerald fire laced with screaming colors and fractured mirrors that we could get to see the inner being of what it means to love to deeply. In that way, this love cannot get off my skin. It slammed into Freyr like a storm that had learned how to lie. The God of Fertility staggered, golden light flickering as chaotic threads wrapped around his limbs, twisting his own power against him.
Freyr roared deep and noble but the chaos was faster the way it can shake the confidence of what it means to know them...
It burrowed into his chest, into the sacred light he carried, turning fertility into grotesque abundance, war-honor into laughing violence. His golden eyes widened in shock and betrayal.
Freyr: Loki… you treacherous—
He never finished like his last love.
Loki laughed bright, wild, completely remorseless and thrust his hand forward.
Chaos condensed into a single vicious spike.
It pierced Freyr's side.
Not killing.
But enough.
One hit took him down.
Freyr's body convulsed once. Golden light shattered like glass. He dropped to his knees, then collapsed forward unconscious, powerful frame limp on the silk cushions, golden hair spilling across the floor like spilled sunlight.
Yasaka's tails lashed out in fury like she was going to go mad.
Yasaka: You bastard! That is to say that you dare attack your own blood in my shrine?!the suffering that takes its timeforces us beasts to descend into our nethermost depths, and to let go of all trustfulness, all good-nature, all whittling-down, all mildness, all mediocrity,—on which things we had formerly staked our humanity
Freya cried out raw, vulnerable, still on her knees silver hair wild, eyes wide with horror and fresh shame.
Freya: Brother! Loki… what have you done?!If i would ever fall in love.....I'm sure I would want that person to belong to me. I'd make them all mine....but I might ruin them in the process. This is not the case for you. At least, this is not what we may think. I actually think I am too deep in love with Basil.
Loki didn't answer with words.
He moved like liquid mischief.
In one fluid motion he scooped up Freyr's unconscious body dradling the larger god with surprising ease, green-gold energy wrapping around the limp form like chains made of laughter and lies.
Loki: That is to say that dear Freyr was getting far too serious. Sunshine and lectures bore me. So I'm taking him on a little trip. We mustn't keep meeting like this. Communications between the people of the moon and earth is forbidden...it is the way of the gods...we mustn't fall in love...but its already too late… That is to say that nothing could actually come close to seeing what happens within the conscious and the unconscious of what It means to be alive.Odin will be so pleased to see his favorite golden boy delivered unconscious by his favorite troublemaker. Consider it… a family reunion gift.
He turned toward the cracked mirror, Freyr's body draped over his shoulder like a trophy that no one could ever come to question. It was just the beginning.
Loki (looking back at Basil with a wicked, delighted grin): Don't worry, sorrow-fucker. I'll be back. That is to say that your eternal sadness and mathematical will are far too entertaining to leave alone for long. Keep the goddesses warm for me. There is a point in every philosophy at which the "conviction" of the philosopher appears on the scene; or, to put it in the words of an ancient mystery: adventavit asinus, / pulcher et fortissimus. I want to see what happens when chaos returns to this beautiful mess.
With a final burst of emerald sparks and laughing illusions, Loki stepped through the mirror that the ideal of what can be done within the terms of what can be done.
The golden light sealed behind him.
Freyr was gone.
Taken.
The cavern fell into stunned, heavy silence.
Freya remained on her knees trembling now with rage, shame, and fresh grief that everyone could get to feel. Tears glistened in her silver-violet eyes as she stared at the place where her brother had fallen.
Freya: He… he took him. That is to say that Loki always plays his games, but this… this is too far. Freyr came to protect me. To see if you were worthy. And now he's unconscious in Loki's hands, being delivered to Odin like a prize. I should have known. I should have stopped him.
Yasaka's tails curled tighter around both Freya and Basil protective, furious, jealous energy crackling through the russet fur.
Yasaka: That trickster will pay. We all, everyone one of us, carry a star inside our chests. ...Light and darkness are always side-by-side. If you show even the slightest fear or tears to the darkness, it will immediately swell and come attacking, and swallow up the light. Serenity, in order to defeat the darkness and dark souls, you must keep the star inside your chest burning brightly at all times. That is your most important charge. That is to say that no one takes what belongs in this shrine and walks away laughing. Not even a god of chaos. In that way, we forget that it does not matter how much you get to see it. This is no plan for whatever they get to see you for.
Basil stood in the center.
Black star-sun pulsing with renewed fury.
Eternal sadness surged hotter fed by Freya's fresh tears and the violation of the night that could eclipse the logical of what it means to be alive.
Mathematical will answered cold, precise, unbreakable.
He looked at the sealed mirror, then down at Freya vulnerable, beautiful, broken open in a way that made something dark and protective rise in his chest.
Basil: Hahaha… Loki wants to play games with gods. uppose a human being has thus put his ear, as it were, to the heart chamber of the world will and felt the roaring desire for existence pouring from there into all the veins of the world, as a thundering current or as the gentlest brook, dissolving into a misthow could he fail to break suddenly? How could he endure to perceive the echo of innumerable shouts of pleasure and woe in the "wide space of the world night, That is to say that he just made this personal. He took your brother. He laughed while doing it. But chaos forgets one thing — my sorrow doesn't break. My Logos doesn't measure games… it rewrites them.
He reached down and gently lifted Freya to her feet, then pulled her close one arm around her waist, the other hand cupping her cheek.
Basil: We will get him back. That is to say that tonight the night belongs to us. Nobody can build the bridge for you to walk across the river of life, no one but you yourself alone. There are, to be sure, countless paths and bridges and demi-gods which would carry you across this river; but only at the cost of yourself; you would pawn yourself and lose. This world cannot see it clearlyThere is in the world only one way, on which nobody can go, except you: where does it lead? Do not ask, go along with braveruTo grief. To desire. To chaos that thinks it can steal without consequence. But first…
He looked at Yasaka, then back at Freya both goddesses watching him with burning eyes.
Basil: Let the sorrow and the will burn brighter. Try it for once to justify the meaning of your existence as it were a posteriori by setting yourself an aim, a goal... an exalted and noble 'to this end.' Perish in pursuit of this and only thiLet the night remember why even gods should fear a boy who already married death and claimed both of you. Because when Loki returns… he won't be laughing.
The foxfire roared back to full, hungry life.
Golden seiðr threads and russet tails began to move again slower this time, heavier with new purpose and fresh rage that could consume the whole planet of university Z.
Freya pressed closer, lips brushing his ear, voice trembling with vulnerability and renewed hunger with the heat of 10.000 suns.
Freya: Then use me. Use us. That is to say that my shame, my grief for my brother… turn it into fuel. Bind me tighter. ere are women who, however you may search them, prove to have no content but are purely masks. The man who associates with such almost spectral, necessarily unsatisfied beings is to be commiserated with, yet it is precisely they who are able to arouse the desire of the man most strongly: he seeks for her soul - and goes on seeking. Make me scream until the pain becomes power. Until we are strong enough to face whatever Loki brings back from Odin.
Yasaka's tails tightened jealous, protective, fiercely loyal.
Yasaka: And when the trickster returns… we will be ready. That is to say that no one steals from this shrine and lives to laugh about it.
Basil held them both.
Eternal sadness and mathematical will humming louder than ever.
The night had been interrupted by chaos.
But chaos had just made a very dangerous mistake.
O my sorrow so big it finally turned divine interference into fuel for something far more vicious.
Loki had taken Freyr to Odin.
But the shrine and the logos-child at its center was no longer playing.
This was just getting started .
It was preparing.
And the night was watching with hungry, grieving eyes.4.5sFast