19 Impotence, Endurance, and Second in command

Still the Foolish King's POV:

I was starting to feel great pressure on my person, even greater than when Spectre himself focused his presence upon me, 'Admittedly, it seems promising the de facto mightiest member of your pantheon, to whom you are married. That you will only cheat on them temporarily, even if they already know it. Is not the wisest of choices...'

In a mighty rage my wife screams out at me. "I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOUR SELF CENTERED, UNDISGUISED LUST. I CURSE YOU WITH IMPOTENCE, MAKE A RUNE OF THIS, IMPOTENCE ON YOU, IMPOTENCE ON YOUR STEED, IMPO-"

Fearing for my ability to enjoy sowing my seed for the kingdom, definitely only for the greater good of Asgard, I straight away interrupt her. "STOP, I apologize. I had thought it a good idea at the time to-"

In an even mightier rage than before she proceeded to cut ME off and rage on. "NO! I WILL NOT STOP! I CURSE YOU ODIN BORSON, TO SO LONG AS I AM NOT IN ASGARD YOU WILL LOSE ALL ABILITY TO FEEL PLEASURE AND PROCREATE FOR THE NEXT THOUSAND YEARS!"

At that declaration I paled, as I felt an even stronger binding force connected to my very soul than even the oath, I took on the old gods, my name and life.

I was complete and totally paralyzed in utter horror, my face drained of color, as I stood there unmoving. My wife, however, was the exact opposite. She had a grim look on her face and was shaking in what I presume to be morbid excitement at my torturous coming thousand years.

Suddenly she spoke. "If you wish to know release, within the next thousand years. You best pray to those old gods of yours, that I become a happy, and satisfied wife! Now make preparations, my Foolish King, for the time has come to take our fates in our own hands, and at last it be time for you to gain the wisdom you oh, so, lack!

Finishing her haunting rant, she turned around and left our royal chambers...

Frigga POV: 

Marching out of the royal chambers. My eyes feel as if aflame, as tears cascade down my face, like dried up waterfalls with trickles of water left after ages past. My heart feels as if Gungnir itself, its aim true and trained at my heart, in all of its glory had pierced right through it without the faintest of mercy.

'It was disturbing enough already knowing that my husband and king would treat our marriage like a suggestion and still sow his seed in many a woman, yet he dared to swear to his old gods, name, and LIFE THAT HE WOULD CHEAT ON ME!? I may have held on, with the blessing, and foresight provided by Lord Spectre Ouroboros I would have endured.

For a better Asgard, a better future, a happier and more filled family I would have remained quiet, but as he swore, I could not contain my wrath. In a fit of rage I just could not contain myself and between killing or cursing my husband I actually cursed my hus-..., my king like the Lord of Nothingness had advised..., I just really hope that in some way, to me incomprehensible, Odin learns from this, and even if he cannot keep it in his pants, that he manages to stay quiet about it.'

After taking a few moments, in one of the corners of the many corridors of the royal palace, and regaining my composure I make my way to my personal room, where I open a portal to the Mirror Dimension and start practicing my nothingness energy control; until Odin decides to either look for me himself, or send someone else to do so.

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A few hours after entering the Mirror Dimension and finally having enough control and precision over this nothingness energy to erase the connection the Loom of Fates has with our pantheon, I sense someone knocking on my door.

As I step out of the Mirror Dimension and open the door to my chamber, I see Brynhildr, my right hand, and in my absence the leader of the Valkyries. She bows towards me warily and speaks.

"My queen, king Odin has sent for your presence in the throne room." Smiling at her clear discomfort and is that fear? I ask, "What did the Foo-*Cough*..., excuse me, what did my husband announce to have you, of all people, showing clear discomfort and fear in my presence?"

With a wry smile on her face Brynhildr looked at me and spoke, "I wish to give my condolences in advance. However, he had said that the loss of your daughter had made you prone to fits of rage that he did not wish to deal with at the moment. That as your highness' second in command I should be more in contact with my queen and get used to being punished as well." She finished with an ever so slight quiver in her voice.

I audibly scoff, as I decided to stay with my daughter in the realm of the dead for at least a century at a time, just so my king may suffer more and then proceeded to answer her. "Thank you for your care, yet that is not only false, but disrespectful, spread the word to all Valkyries that the only one getting especially severe punishment is Odin himself and that he deserves every single one of said severe punishments."

Bowing once again Brynhildr speaks. "It shall be done my queen, I had never doubted your benevolence, and neither had my sisters done so. Shall we head to the throne room?"

With a soft smile and a warm heart, I answered her, "Yes we shall." And off we went to meet with the foolish king once more.

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Author here:

I was torn between a REALLY long chapter or two to three short ones and decided on the short ones.

I hope you all enjoy the drama.