610 DCX. My Name Is Frigg (1/2)

”Eh... where... where am I? How long did I sleep?” Dag asked, trying to get back on the ground and not be distracted from all the beauty concentrated in the room, thinking of Freydis and all his other companions.

”You slept for three days, but fear not. You can stay and sleep a little longer if you want” she smiled, acting with him as if she was an apprehensive mom.

”Three days? How is that possible? Where are all my comrades? Where did you take me?” Dag continued, who immediately warned that the people who had healed his wounds and washed his clothes were not hostile, but still wanted concrete answers.

The woman had a sweet and moderate laugh, resting her hand slightly in front of her mouth and ajar her eyes.

”Your mortal friends, you mean? Well, I guess they're still on Skjold, my husband didn't tell me about any more mortals except for you.”

”What?! Mortal?! Her husband?! It's not possible?! This woman is... she's...”

”My name is Frigg, Odin's wife and I am here to welcome you to Asgard, the kingdom of the Aesir” the blond-haired woman smiled once again, opening her arms and showing Dag her benevolence.

”As... Asgard... um... mmh...”

After barely uttering the first syllables of that word, Dag lost his senses for the second time and fainted on the floor, unable to hold back all that sudden emotion.

About 30 minutes passed, which in Dag's head seemed only an instant.

*clap*clap*

The young Earth warrior felt light slaps on his face as someone tried to wake him up.

When he opened his eyes again, in front of him were two of Frigg's handmaidens, who as soon as they realized they had been able to wake him up, timidly rose up and returned close to their mistress, timidly.

Dag, still trapped in a whirlwind of confusion, laid his palms under his bottom and sat down, gradually trying to get up from the ground and knowing that, having fainted at the mere mention of the word 'Asgard', he had not made a good impression in front of the Goddess of heaven, love, and fertility, as well as the wife of the Alfather, the chief of all the Gods of the Norse Pantheon.

”I didn't think your mind was so fragile, Dag of Midgard. What's the matter? Ask me what you want, I'm here to answer your questions” Frigg said, anticipating every word of her interlocutor, who took the opportunity to get up from the floor leaning on the window shelf.

Asgard, in all its splendor, stood on the crest of clouds high in the sky, while the false Sun of the Xis illuminated its tall white and silver palaces, one next to each other.

The tower on which he was at the time was so high that it was difficult to see the streets below, but from that position, Dag realized that Asgard's location, unknown even to the most attentive Viking researchers, was in the skies of Skjold.

”It's beautiful, isn't it? I also stop to look at her splendor every now and then” Frigg continued, drawing the attention of Dag, who turned to her, catching his breath and trying to calm down to face a sensible speech.

”It's magnificent, yes. Maybe it's even better than what ancient legends tell. It is an honor to meet you in person, my queen” he exclaimed, taking a walk towards Frigg and kneeling with his gaze turned downwards, as a sign of respect, failing to believe that, in a short time, he had known the two most powerful Gods of his world.