Midgar and the Temple of Tyr 2.260

The discussion of the scrolls fell by the wayside. Viggo had become focused enough to understand that this should be discussed by him and Rosewisse in private and not in front of the witch Freya. Viggo let out a sigh, took the first scroll and began to read it. The parchment belonged to the dwarves who had come from Niflheim, with the sons of Ivaldi, dwarf ironwork. In broad terms he talks about the process of preparing the dwarf metal and how to process it so that it reaches the three levels of strength: Soft, hardened, and solid steel. Each level of processing of the dwarf steel allowed you to improve the durability of the metal, the flow of mana and most importantly, the number of runes they could possess. In that case, Viggo created a dial in his imagination and was categorizing the different levels of strength that a weapon made with dwarf steel could reach.

He then followed up with other scrolls while Freya and Rosewisse watched him quickly study the scrolls.

Twenty minutes later, Viggo lowered his head and brought his right hand to his face to tighten his septum and close his eyes.

—Do you feel well?— asked Rosewisse.

—Yes— Viggo replied, his eyes closed, moved his right hand unconsciously and passed it over the scrolls. They were all absorbed by the ring on his index finger and stored —I just need to sit on my throne, that's a lot of information to store—

—Your throne?— asked Freya.

Viggo shook his head, he was too dizzy to explain things to him. He opened his eyes and looked forward. There was the table, Rosewisse with her beautiful wings and silver hair on the left while Freya was in front. Viggo looked past Rosewisse and saw the floor of the hut. He looked firm, but he didn't want to take risks.

—I'm going out for a moment— said Viggo, getting up in a slow, exhausted movement. He walked through the hut and Rosewisse, worried, caught up with him and held him by the arm. Once he stepped out into the flowery garden, he walked to a small mound of dirt and yellow grass. There, Viggo brought his index and middle finger to the space between his eyebrows where he had the red dot. Then point with those same fingers to the mound of dirt and yellow grass. The next instant a beautiful white marble throne appeared with a huge back three meters high. Viggo walked to the throne and sat down with the help of Rosewisse. Then he closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened his eyes showing an expression of relaxation and exhaustion.

—All right?— asked Rosewisse, realizing that Viggo no longer possessed the little red dot between his eyebrows.

Viggo nodded, raise from the throne, and brought his index and middle finger to his forehead. He touched his forehead again, the throne disappeared, and the small red dot in the middle of his eyebrows reappeared. The throne was an amazing tool, the best. Even more valuable than paintings. However, like all things, Viggo had a limit.

—You should stop occupying it for a while— Rosewisse said.

Viggo looked into her eyes and coincided with her. Even he himself felt mentally tired after occupying the throne of the sovereign so many times —I will stop occupying it for a while, but for now, we must make these efforts— he said —we will go to Niflheim and all the dwarf knowledge will be necessary—

—Yes, I know, love, but it worries me— Rosewisse insisted.

—Don't worry, I'll be fine— Viggo said.

—That's an incredible artifact— Freya said, approaching the couple.

—That's right, but I'd like to ask you not to tell anyone—

—Although I will tell someone, no one would believe me— murmured Freya, as goddess Vanir and which could tell when something was special and said white throne was not comparable to anything she had seen before. Not even Odin's spear or Thor's hammer.

—Freya— said Viggo, in a calm voice and a serious expression —Could you lend me the bifrost you showed Rosewisse long ago?—

—What do you want it for?— asked Freya —it has no energy left and you couldn't use it either. The temple of Tyr is underwater, it is impossible to reach it and travel between the realms. It has been more than a hundred winters like this—

—I don't intend to do anything to it, don't worry, I'll give it back to you in an instant— Viggo said. With the help of the throne of the sovereign he had thought and emulated it a million times.

Rosewisse looked at Freya and said —Please, master, Viggo will return it to you right away—

Freya knew that these two children were having something in hand, but since they were decent and trustworthy people, she nodded. She went to the house, looked for the bifrost and went back to it. A small metal sculpture about thirty centimeters high with two dragons on the sides and a crystal inside with a celestial shine. She held it out to Viggo, and the latter received it.

Viggo activated his clairvoyance, it was the moment of truth, Odin was no fool, but like Mimir, he could not stop overthinking things and hurting himself in the process. Viggo's vision raise like a bird, and he saw the great turtle with the tree and its red leaves small. After that he saw the orchard of Freya, a pier, and a mighty river. Beyond the river the forests extended dark and uninhabited by living beings. As Viggo thought, the draugrs and reapers had been released after two years of captivity. That is why he and Rosewisse in their constant search could not find enemies. Odin would not give them enemies to strengthen and their forces to diminish. No, he could be curious, but he knew where the limit was where he could experiment.

Viggo's vision passed through the forests spotting many draugrs that moved in groups without any sense or logic. They were just there, looking for enemies to devour.

Viggo's vision continued towards the mountains surrounding the Great Lake of the Nine Kingdoms. He spots the huge body of water with a mist covering much of its surface. It was not yet the time, but according to Kiara and Xiao it should be today. Viggo continued to look further north, where the signal from a bifrost-like object called him. Little by little the skies were covered with dark clouds, the winds carried the snow, freezing the water and covering the earth with its whiteness. The mountains raise again and Viggo could see in the distance the corpse of the frost giant Thamur. An existence the size of a city like Orario. Undoubtedly, a vision to capture in one of his paintings thought Viggo. However, what mattered to him was on the head of the giant Thamur or rather, on the tip of the huge chisel stuck in his head. There, on the cold metal, was a big man with coppery hair, pale skin, shoulder-length hair, a beard, and a huge drinker's belly. That person was Thor, sitting on the big chisel, looking into the distance, and drinking from a horn. Viggo's vision was immediately cut off, he had found his prey.

Viggo smiled, looked at the bifrost in his hand, and then held it back to Freya —thank you— he said —you don't know the favor you did me—

—You're welcome— said Freya, increasingly curious about what Viggo had done. She knew he had done something, but what. She felt how the divine power manifested itself in a fluid, soft and calm way, like a small stream, but Viggo showed no signs of any kind. What is the divinity of this boy? she wondered.

—Rosewisse— said Viggo, speaking with a serious expression —it´s time, let´s travel—

Rosewisse nodded, looked at Freya and said —I'm going for a walk with my husband, and I'll be back in a few hours. Don't worry, we'll be fine—

—Don't do anything that could get you in trouble— Freya said with an expression of maternal concern.

—Yes, don't worry, I'm strong and so is my husband. Even if Thor comes, we can escape. Besides, I have this— she took the necklace around her neck. It was something Kiara had given Viggo, but Viggo had given it to her because he was concerned about her safety —remember what I told you?

—Yes, but the concerns—

—Don't worry, I'll be fine, I promise—

Freya looked at Rosewisse with beautiful silver hair and white wings. No doubt a beautiful girl, sweet and kind as only she could be. She had inherited the good traits of her grandmother Gondul and an enviable fortune.

Rosewisse looked at Viggo, she walked behind him and like other times, hugged him from behind. She spread her beautiful white wings, crouched down, and felt uncomfortable jumping. Viggo was a head taller than her, not to mention that she could barely circle his pectoral. However, as it rises, it flutters twice without difficulty, rising above the turtle and tree in Freya's garden and then gliding north. Little by little she was losing height, which forced her to flap harder and gain greater heights. In that way, she moved away from Freya's garden and into the abandoned land of Midgar, full of uninhabited settlements and dangerous monsters.

—Where to?— shouted Rosewisse, feeling the cold wind currents freezing all over her body.

—To the northeast, on Thamur's corpse— Viggo shouted back —that bastard is on Thamur's chisel—

—Are you really ready?— asked Rosewisse , looking at the mountains bordering the Lake of the Nine Kingdoms.

—Ready when you are, Rosewisse— Viggo replied with a broad smile.

—Viggo, it's serious— shouted Rosewisse.

—I'm serious, I'm ready, but you must remember. We must not kill him and if possible, see ourselves a little weaker than him. We want to get to Odin and know what is being plotted, understand why he did things and where his mistakes were. Only then can we understand the reality of Midgar and the other realms. Nothing is that simple—

—Viggo, regarding talking to Odin—

—I know, I know it sounds crazy, but I must know why he did all those things. Don't worry, either way, we'll kill him. However, that moment must be postponed learning from the man behind the plans. Odin was patient with Mimir, he let him be and when he no longer served him to tie him to that tree, we must learn from him—

—Viggo, we won't be like him— said Rosewisse.

—I know, love, we'll be better—

Rosewisse nodded feeling increasingly cold from the air currents coming from the mountains. Somehow Midgar had reached overwhelming cold levels and it was midsummer. The mountains should remain cold, but not as cold as if it were the middle of winter. However, Viggo channeled touki around his body and Rosewisse. She felt the protection and pleasant warmth, so she smiled more confidently and thanks to this small detail, she felt protected. Everything would be fine, it was the two of them together, she had prepared for this moment. She and Viggo would get to the bottom of all this chaos and restore the Nine Realms. Then, she could return calmly to Orario, where Bell and the others were waiting for her. She would live with Viggo and be reassured that she did what was best for her people, as her mother would have wanted.