Astrid and Sigurd
OOC - Note: They're all speaking in Norwegian but I'll write in English.
Astrid swiped the back of her hand across her brow, and looked for Sigurd. He was calmly directing more of Odin's warriors to their places. The Aesir had taken Nyx's warnings seriously, as so many gods had not. They could not believe an upstart such as Glory could cause such a difference in how things had always been done.
Her wings fluttered nervously. She knew differently. Glory did not play by the rules. She trampled them into the dust with her elegant heels and smiled prettily as people died by her hand. Or suffered worse. Odin preserve me from *that* fate, she shuddered as she thought about the boy whose mind Glory had eaten. Give me death in battle, with my sword in my hand and the sun shining bright in my hair. Anything but that shameful life in death forever and ever.
The darkness she knew lay just underneath the surface surged upwards for a moment before lapsing back into drowsy slumber. Astrid dreaded that one day it would awake fully and her wings would once more be cloaked in darkness as her eyes shone red and the blood spilled under her talons and fangs. Tasting so sweet... she licked suddenly dry lips, and glanced back over at Sigurd for reassurance. She always felt stronger when he was around.
"My love, we will retire for the night soon." Sigurd kissed her, holding her close. Astrid closed her eyes as she let him hold her in his strength, arms wrapped tight around her and her head resting against his chest.
"Yes. But what sleeping will be done?" Sigurd chuckled at her remark, and she smiled.
"Little, little. But we must rest. Glorificus has been dormant for such a long time, I grow uneasy..."
"And those children have not yet been recovered." Astrid sighed. "I do not know what has happened to Nyx either. She should have contacted us again by now..."
"Something probably came up. I know that Egypt at least has listened."
"So have most. Olympus, Rome, Jehovah...though He trusts o'ermuch in his angels..."
"It has always been his weakness," Sigurd agreed. "I hope he arms the souls He has."
"He probably won't." She felt Sigurd shake his head.
"And we have brought the souls from Hel into Asgard for we would not leave *any* to perish so."
"But not all..."
"No." They both thought about Loki. "He is too dangerous to bring here..."
"I hope that he is not caught. I would not wish that he die..."
"Despite all the trouble he has caused?"
"No one deserves to die that way," Astrid said with regret. "Not even he."