Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
“How romantic!” She fumed.
“Believe it or not, I never wanted to hurt you.” Vidar’s voice softened as he peered at her. “I wished for us to have a family one day. Just imagine what heirs you and I could have had-And now, if you stay with him, you will grow old in this mortal body and die. I have seen it before. It’s not pretty.”
“I’ll survive!” Fury coursed through her body.
“No, you literally will not!” Vidar shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You will be reduced to worms in the ground, and you will never become the mighty goddess you were meant to be.”
“I don’t care!” Astrea screamed, hating the fact she couldn’t fight him right now.
“But what about the world?” Her betrothed wondered nonchalantly. “Don’t you care about it, too? You could have brought that balance back if only you had accepted my offer. I can make you my Queen, I can give you immortality back!”
“I don’t-” She started saying, when Fenrir interrupted her.
“She agrees!”
Everyone snapped their heads at the Wolf God.
“Fenrir!” Warg was astonished by his side.
“What are you saying?” Tears stung Astrea’s eyes.
He locked his eyes with hers, eternal pain storming in his irises.
“We lost, Astrea.” He sighed heavily, forcing the words out of himself. “If you go with him, you will be safe.”
“Screw safe!” she yelled. “Fenrir, I-“
“It’s over!” he bellowed, turning away. “Take her, Vidar, save her-“
“Fenrir!” A sob escaped her as she covered her mouth with the back of her palm, trying to breathe and not fall down. ” Don’t do this!”
“If you can’t do it for you, do it for the people,” he told her, barely looking at her.
No one dared to say another word. Fenrir’s friends stared at him in shock, but he only clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white.
“Finally,” Vidar commented, in a voice void of compassion.
“At least you still have some sense left.”
“Fenrir!” Astrea whispered.
“Should I remind you I have your little friend?” Vidar seemed bored with the drama already. “If you don’t go with me, her life in Asgard will be very sad.”
Astrea’s chest heaved as she cupped her face with her hands.
It was over
She looked at Fenrir again, and he offered her a sad smile.
“This is the only way,” he whispered
“My offer will expire soon,” Vidar rushed her as she wiped the tears off her face
“Fine.” Her voice was dry and hoarse.
The God of Vengeance shifted on his feet and angled his head at her.
“You accept?” He watched her every move intensely.
“I do,” she straightened her back. “Take me back to Asgard.
Make me your Queen but promise not to harm Nikki.”
Fenrir’s lips twitched just for a second, but he didn’t let any emotion slip onto his face.
“Is that what you want?” Astrea challenged the man she loved, but the wolf didn’t even flinch.
“Fenrir, are you nuts?” Joran appeared out of nowhere. “
What the f*ck is going on here?”
The Serpent wanted to reach his Dragonfly, but his brother grabbed his arm and stopped him.
“Look!” He pointed at the dragonfly whose wings flapped weakly and erratically. “She is dying!”
“We will find a way! We will-” Joran hectically tried to come up with a solution.
“Too late!” Vidar was already next to Astrea, taking her hand into his and bringing it to his lips.
Before anyone could do anything, fames devoured them both, taking them to Asgard.
***
Surrounded by fire, Astrea couldn’t breathe, feeling every cell of her body burning. She wanted to scream, but it was impossible. Two strong hands were holding her, pressing her tight against the scorching torso.
She couldn’t escape this.
However, everything was over in seconds and she lost her balance at once, landing on the moonstone floor.
At first she wanted to stay there because of how cold the stones were, but her senses soon kicked back in and she remembered she wasn’t alone.
Vidar watched her, with no emotions on his face.
She glanced around, not recognising the place.
“Wh-where are we?” she asked, getting up herself since he still didn’t offer her a hand.
“This is my new palace in the New Asgard,” Vidar informed her. “You didn’t get to see it, but everything was destroyed here and I had to rebuild the city from scratch.”
If he wanted compassion or praise, she was not going to give it to him.
“These are your chamber.” Vidar pretended not to notice her attitude. “My Queen’s chambers. Built with you in mind.”
“But I was dead-“
“No, you never were,” he countered. “For me, it was just a waiting game. You were always destined to end up here.”
She shivered at the thought and remembered why she was here in the first place.
“So be it.” She turned to face him. “The words of the gods are binding. Give me the divinity you promised.”
His eyes roamed her face and body.
“No,” he said, and her lips parted. It seemed to please him.
“No?” She gasped. “What do you mean no? You promised!
The words are-“
“Binding, yes, I know,” he confirmed. “But here is the thing: today, when I made my last offer, I said that I would make you my Queen and give you immortality. Immortality is not exactly divinity, don’t you think? And I intend to give you everything I promised today.”
“You-” She let her eyes glow, allowing Nova to surface in a warning, but it only made the God of Vengeance chuckle.
“Cute!” He dismissed her challenge. “Don’t get me wrong, Astrea, I can give you divinity. You just have to earn it first.”
“Earn it how?” She seethed
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