thirdsonofasgard asked: [Kisses.] Happy Valentine, my dearest friend. I have brought you a gift.

thirdsonofasgard:

weatherwitchwhispers:

-She laughs and hugs him.- Amusingly I did too, but oh?

[He hands her a bottle, painted blue and white and tied with a silk ribbon.]

Essence of a Star. I’ll not bore you with the story but…’tis very special. For my most special friend.

-Her mouth opens slightly and closes again as she tries to form words. A full minute later and she composes herself enough to speak, hugging him tightly as she does so.-

Am I to find it has something to do with your darling son?

And…I…can only thank you, Balder. For being something so close to my heart that I can barely find words sometimes.

-She smiles and hands him a small carved heart, pressing it into his hands and closing them over it.-

A present, from one family to another.

  1. weatherwitchwhispers reblogged this from thirdsonofasgard and added:
    Sawa, my friend.
  2. thirdsonofasgard reblogged this from weatherwitchwhispers and added:
    Then let this day celebrate our friendship—may it never end, e’er the world fall down around us.
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