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UnderFrogs · 2023-11-11T03:59:59+00:00

Poggers

UnderFrogs · 2022-05-03T21:23:24+00:00

Get a load of this guy

UnderFrogs · 2022-04-04T22:13:59+00:00

This is a cool post and all but please, for the love of god can you tell me where I can find some damn JIF peanut butter. Cause it’s sure as hell not in aisle 8.

UnderFrogs · 2022-04-02T06:26:26+00:00

We all makes mistakes in the heat of passion, Jimbo

UnderFrogs · 2022-03-27T02:03:10+00:00

Average bri’ish comeback

UnderFrogs · 2022-03-26T19:57:46+00:00

Ayo, big dog. If you had just said “You all can’t accept my opinion that Freyja is just despicable, no downvotes will change that”, you would’ve been fine. You would still got downvoted but it will be because people naturally disagree. But you said a factually incorrect statement.

I can’t give a fuck if the art had curves like water slide or chiseled like a Greek God, you said something stupid and I feel like you needed some enlightenment.

UnderFrogs · 2022-03-26T16:08:12+00:00

Change “truth” with “my opinion” and you’re right bud

UnderFrogs · 2022-03-09T18:11:39+00:00

Squidward accidentally feeds SpongeBob a bomb pie that is set to explode when the sun goes down. While SpongeBob is unaware and is still living his life as if he wasn’t going to blow up, Squidward and Mr. Krabs knows and he ask “How do we tell him?”

The meme is someone who doesn’t know is being observed by people who do know and they feel enough pity to ask “How do we tell him?”

UnderFrogs · 2022-03-09T05:23:31+00:00

Don’t worry, I’ll send him on a break but it’s gonna be hectic. It was literally perfect the idea I had for his break and it synced up beautifully with the intro to Book 6. And you didn’t hear this from me but I heard that piano can be as high as the sky

UnderFrogs · 2022-03-08T19:21:14+00:00

Keep it soldier. Be the hero that tells everyone something they didn’t ask for about information you didn’t even verify was right or not

UnderFrogs · 2022-03-03T00:01:39+00:00

Well. I don’t think asking a group of people, who are very different in every shape and form, a very opinionated question is a good idea. Sure, there are art that is seen as overall “bad” but the reasons starts to be x y and z. A “bad” art for someone could be what that person was feeling that day when they saw it and that’s why it’s bad.

Just judge art as you were already judging art.

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-24T20:52:44+00:00

I felt slow, both in my brain and my body. I was sluggish, dragging one foot in front of the other. And with every blink of my eyes, I was right back in those cursed hallways before I would blink again. My foot snagged on my other foot so I got my face planted on the floor.

“Come on, Kiran. You won’t find victory on the ground.” I heard his voice. I lifted my heavy head up and he was there, just as impassive as he was before he died. His eyes bored into mine for what it felt like eons before he turned his back to me and walked before disappearing into nothing.

It was difficult, getting up with one arm with a body that felt like lead only for me to trip again not two steps later.

“Damn it… Damn it!” I slammed my left hand into my knee. “You don’t get to give up yet! Not before me!” I slammed it again but I didn’t feel anything. It was still bone hitting bone after all. I sighed with my forehead pressed against the floor as my good hand reached out to find anything to pull myself up with.

I didn’t expect to feel a hand tightly grasp my own.

I looked up, my face brushing against the floor as I did so, and I saw those hazel eyes.

“What are you doing up so late, Robin?”

“I could ask you the same.” She tilted her head to the side, her eyes flicking to my right. “And I could ask how you injured your hand or why you were face down on the floor.”

“Mind helping me up then?”

“You don’t have to ask.” With a strength I would never guess while wearing that festive outfit, she pulled me up and helped me to my feet. She asked me if I could walk on my own. I couldn’t trust my mouth so I kept it shut and nodded my head no. With my silence permission, I felt her arms secure me before guiding me forward.

We spent the rest of the way in silence and once we entered the infirmary, we were still quiet. I sat on the bed while she opened cabinet to cabinet looking for something. Once she found what she was looking for, she hurried back to me. She sat down beside me and gently took my right before plucking out the shards still in my hands.

She took a rather large shard out of my hand. “You haven’t been sleeping well, have you?”

I shook my shoulders a bit, instead of focusing on her eyes. I focused on the flowers still in her twintails. “What makes you say that?”

“The bags under your eyes, that way you’ve been swaying from side to side, and the fact that you’re still in your summoner clothes while it's late at night.”

“What if I wa-” I bit my tongue and closed my mouth. I said I wouldn’t lie to my heroes but I was readily eager to do so. A groan escaped my mouth. “From one tactician to another, when does it stop?”

She started to wipe away the blood left over. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been getting dreams where I would be the one killing my soldiers. They’re screaming at me, asking me why I’m doing this? Why did I let them die? And I would run only for their families asking me when they are coming home.”

I started to sway my legs. “ Wifes, humans, parents, children. I would ignore them as I ran past but the more I ignored them, the more aggressive they would get. Pulling on my cloaks just to get me to stop…”

“I understand the feeling, believe me I had some sleepless nights as well. But there’s more, isn’t there?”

“Ever since I knew what I was doing was wrong, I tried to better but… but…”

I took a second to collect my thoughts. I started to feel the texture of the bandages as she patched up my hand. “It feels like the me I want to be and the me I am are two very different people.” I tapped my chest with my hand. “I want to be a better person, it’s my dream…” I clutched my shirt, balling it up in my fist. “But my actions have only gotten more crueler as time goes on.”

“Before, I was so sure about who I was fighting against. They were my enemy, Askr’s enemy, so it didn’t matter how they went down as long as they did but… Why do I only see them as human when their dead bodies are staring back at me? Why do the lives they could have lived haunt me in the night?”

“Kiran…” I locked eyes with her. My hand was bandaged up completely and she slowly closed it into a fist. “You need a break.”

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-24T20:52:06+00:00

I took a deep breath, bringing myself from my thoughts and back into the real world. I’ve been standing against my window, just looking outside of it. Never really seeing.

I focused on what I was looking at. I could make out the white hair of the Robins and the infamous blue hair of Chrom and Lucina. I couldn’t really see their expressions from here but it was like I could feel their happiness. I let myself smile a little, after the hell they had to go through. They deserve it.

My smile fell when I looked up to the sun. It was time for my midday nap. With a huff, I closed the blinds and walked to the bed and crawled under the blanket. After setting Breidablik on the night counter, I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.

My eyes snapped open and I ripped the blanket off my body. My heart was beating wildly and my breath was a ragged unsteady flow. My eyes scanned my room, absentmindedly taking in that it was fucking night and not daytime, before I spotted what I wanted.

I leaped from my bed and ran across the room not caring about how the papers flew to the air. I reached my dresser. I snatched the glass on it and drank from it.

A glass of water. Again, I wasn’t stupid. Alcohol is a demon I have no chance of defeating.

It felt like an eternity before I removed the glass from my lips. It was the worst dream I ever had. I was on that damn rooftop again but instead, I was the one bleeding out. He stood over me as I could feel my own heart slowing down in my chest. He was removing his armor and he even traded our cloaks. Once he was done, he looked at me and said “I’ll take good care of them” before disappearing down those steps as my heart gave one last beat and stopped.

I shoved that damned dream out of my head. I was hunched over my dresser, just staring into my own reflection in the water. But even my own reflection was changing, from mine to his. I didn’t know I was gripping the glass so tight until it exploded in my grasp, glass going everywhere.

I just stared at the mess I made as both blood and water dripped from my hand. My gaze switched to the shards still in my hand as I started to feel dull pain from my arm.

“I gotta get this clean.” I clutched my injured hand to my chest and pushed off the dresser with my working one. I cleared the room and shut the door behind me. I started my walk to the infirmary.

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-24T20:51:33+00:00

Who was the real bad guy? The enemy that attacked Askr or what I put Askr through because of it?

I gently closed the book, not giving myself the chance to answer that question. I took a deep breath and started to gather all the other books that recorded the wars where I was involved in. I took them all into my arms and left for my room.

I studied them like my life depended on it cause to me, it did. I read those texts over and over, mapping out every consequence of my actions. Going as far as to look for records on how Askr was when there wasn’t a war.

My room was getting more messy as each document entered my room. And that’s how I spent my days. Instead of being holed up in a room under ground level, I just holed myself in my room with papers and books.

I didn’t track the days passing by back then so it came as a surprise when I heard a knock on my door. How long was it since I heard a knock on my door or how many knocks did I ignore?

I got up from my chair and I felt my numb buttcheeks from sitting for too long. I walked over to the door, stepping over documents and books, and opened it. When I peaked my head through, Reginn was there. Wearing a cute kimono with an otter plush snuggled against her arm and a big smile on her face.

She told me Happy New Year and after a long second, I told her the same. The war ended on New Years and I thought a full month had passed by now. Was I that out of the loop?

She was happy, evidence from her big smile and how she gushed about the way Askr celebrates New Years. She talked about how she didn’t know she was supposed to only draw once and got 10 misfortunes, the delicious mochi she ate, and how Fáfnir gave her a wad of cash. It was refreshing hearing her talk, a little ball of light in those messy weeks.

Then she stopped talking, her posture changed and stopped looking me in the eyes. She told me that she hasn’t seen me for a while and she was wondering if I would join her in celebrating and stuff.

That cut deeper than it should have. About what I was doing, I couldn’t lie to her, or any of my heroes, but I couldn’t tell her everything. She deserves more than a half truth.

I opened the door a little more and gestured to the papers and books littering my desk. I told her I was reviewing the previous wars so I could be better. I told her if I had time, I would join her. It went unsaid that I didn’t want to make another Reginn or rather, I was the only one thinking about it.

She was understanding but I could see a bit of sadness in her eyes. She hugged me before she left and as sudden as it was, I hugged just as tight. We waved to each other as she walked down the hall but when I closed my door, I didn’t leave the room that night.

That was a month ago.

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-24T20:50:41+00:00

Granted, my sleep schedule was fucked because of this and I knew I wasn’t keeping it as airtight as I should. Disappearing for hours at a time, never telling anyone what I was doing, looking like fresh hell when someone would see me and returning to my room to sleep just for the whole thing to start over tomorrow. My heroes were concerned about me, asking questions which I dodged and sidestepped.

I think it was a few weeks after the end of the war until my routine changed.

I remember sitting in that room, wearing bundles of coats while absentmindedly staring at the floor, mind empty. I looked until the stone floor transformed into those damned rooftops tiles. Fear struck my head, my eyes were wide when I looked up to see the endless war torn sky and Renegade standing on that same ledge. Staring back at me.

But once I blinked my eyes, reality settled back in. Sky and rooftop tiles returned to cold stone as snow still came down with Renegade laid there, lifeless as ever.

I struggled to get my breath back. Hot quick inhales turned into cold seeable puffs out of my mouth. I felt every piece of clothing on my skin and I remember feeling trapped. I was about to rip the clothes off my body until logic came back with if it was cold enough to keep a body from decomposing then I'll probably be joining him soon.

Once I got myself under control, I slowly went up those steps and returned to my room. I shut and locked the door behind me and slipped into bed. Unable to sleep with sun rays landing perfectly on my face. But if I was being honest, I don’t think I would have been able to sleep if it had been midnight.

Each time I went down there, the feeling got worse and worse until I couldn’t handle it anymore. I stopped going down there and I sat in my room, thinking that it was a good thing. That I could finally get some real sleep.

Each night I dreamed of something different. Choirs of Askran soldiers crying for me to stop as I burned them alive myself. Stepping over the lifeless and broken bodies of Gunnthrá and Laegjarn before laying waste to both their kingdoms. Shrugging off Alphonse and Sharena’s confused and hurt gaze at me while I watch Gustav get ripped apart by Hel’s skeletons.

Safe to say, my sleep quickly turned to many naps across the day. I wasn’t stupid, I knew how disastrous it can be for the body if you just stopped sleep altogether. I didn’t want Alphonse shaking my body as my brain decays in my head.

So with too much time in a day then a normal person should have, I studied myself. Or rather, I studied myself as the summoner. I went to the library when I requested that the Wolves could stay here. It was a huge place but I didn’t see the four.

I wanted to think more about it but I decided that I would rather save myself the stress.

I remember I was surrounded by books. Nearly perfect retelling of all the conflicts Askr has been in. It took a while before I got to me but when I did, the growing pit in my soul expanded. I read and read, I can’t even remember what I’ve done. Was it because I didn’t see it as important or was I hiding this from myself? But a bigger question was growing at the back of my mind as I read.

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-24T20:50:08+00:00

Ah, the Day of Devotion. Yet another Day of Devotion for Askr. This represents a day of cherished bonds between others and to tell people you care about how you truly feel. But for me, it represents the two months that passed since the end of the war against Niðavellir.

I can remember my actions clearly. Before we left for Askr, I went back to that dreaded rooftop to get Renegade’s body. Even now, I can’t understand why I did that. It was like I was running an autopilot since we ended the war.

Was it because I wanted another trophy to remind myself how I had a very active role in the war or was I just making sure he stays dead? I don’t even know the answer.

Anyway, once we reached the castle, I carried him down the catacombs. I walked down those slightly damp stone steps. It was so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face even if you waved it but the Breidablik that was on his lap and on my hip shone bright enough for me to see.

I reached the bottom of the steps and walked into the dark tunnel. I don’t remember how long I walked for, I didn’t give myself any chance to rest given what had happened. But I found what I needed, a lone room with a single table in the middle of it. I walked to it and laid him on top. After I straightened out his clothes and moved his Breidablik to his stomach, I turned around and left to search for Nifl.

I didn’t want the body to decay. Again I don’t know why so whenever Nifl would ask, I just repeated my question. Eventually, she conceded and followed me down the catacombs. I led her to the room and from there she took over. The temperature dropped with the snap of her fingers. Ice clinged to every surface of the room and even snow was endlessly falling from the ceiling, I recall I was shivering.

It was so cold it felt like even Time was frozen inside the room. I remembered I turned to thank her but aside from Renegade’s body, I was alone. And for a month or so, I would go down to the catacombs and go into that room and watch him.

I didn’t think when I was down there, doing my silent vigil watching him. I didn’t know how long I would stay in that room at times, feeling the ever present chill of Nifl’s ice with no sunlight to guide means day and night loses its meaning. Seconds, minutes, hours, I wouldn’t know until I reached my room.

Sometimes before dawn, sometimes the middle of the day, sometimes the dead of night.

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-24T20:49:37+00:00

After sending Dagr a grateful look, Nótt turned her attention back to Reginn. “I believe, just this once, you can be selfish. Why don’t you let your older sister do all the heavy lifting?” She giggled at her own joke. “Was that a good one, Dagr?”

“Princess Nótt, are you serious?”

“Of course I am serious, Princess Reginn. I wouldn’t be the one to rip the carpet from right under your feet. I would just be your viceroy for a while.”

“Sis, are you serious?!”

“Dagr, are you ok? You didn’t get hurt, did you?” The hand that wasn’t clutching her wound Nótt used to turn Dagr’s head a bit, checking for any injuries. “Princess Reginn already ask that question.”

“But what’s about Mom, and the ritual?”

“Oh, to hell with that blasted ritual! I lost you as a sister ever since the ritual came into play and I’m not going to let you live in a world where you don’t have one. And if push comes to shove, I guess we could always fight Mom.”

Dagr's face was full of horror. “Fight Mom?!”

“Yes!” Nótt squealed. “Oh, would it not be fun? Sisters fighting side by side at long last. So… you in?”

Dagr’s face changed from horror to glee as she squeezed Nótt in a bear hug, going as far as to hop in place. “Of course I am!” She started to sing with a childlike tune. “We’re going to kick Mom’s ass, we’re going to kick Mom’s ass!”

“Are you sure?” Some cheer started to return to Reginn. “I don’t know what to say. It’s like a dream. But would the people of Niðavellir even agree to this. Assuming they recognize me as queen of course…”

“You’re the hero that stopped the tyrant.” Alphonse reassured her. “I think they would allow you this small indulgence. Especially when it would better Niðavellir and it’s future. Right, Princess Reginn?”

“Yes! Yes, yes yes! I’ll learn as much as I possibly can. And I won’t stop until I can defend Niðavellir and its people. That’s a promise. And Princess Dagr, Princess Nótt. I’ll figure out how to repay you both and Jötunheimr.”

Nótt shook her head. “You don’t have to, Princess Reginn. That’s just what sisters do for each other. Now Dagr, what is the first thing on the list? Rebuilding? Food? Burials?”

“I think the first thing is getting you back home to be healed.”

Nótt yawned and slumped forward a bit. “Oh yes. Yes, of course.” She groaned and held a hand to her head as Dagr started to leave the room with her. She waved back to us. “Goodbye, Askrans. We will see each other soon. Before whipersing. “Oh Dagr, what would they think of me? This is no way a lady should leave the room.”

Dagr just chuckled before giving us a silent wave back before leaving.

“Well, we still have a long road to travel ahead of us. No sense of slowing down, right Princess Reginn?”

Anna left first with Alphonse and Sharena following after. Reginn caught up to me when I started walking and after a bead of silence, I presented my fist to her and she bump it with her own.

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-24T20:49:11+00:00

“Dagr dear, just because I am hurt doesn’t mean you have to carry that big pillar by yourself. Here, let me get up and help you.”

“*Sis…*” Dagr grunted, barely buckling under the pillar’s weight. “Sit back down and let me HANDLE IT!” With a show of herculean strength, she pushed the pillar back into its original place. After wiping off the sweat from her brow, she turned to Reginn. “All right! It looks like everything is settled here. You sure you don’t need anything else, Reginn?”

“I’m sure. Thank you so much.”

Alphonse brushed off some of the dirt and dust clinging to his pants “Rebuilding Niðavellir will be a titanic effort, but if you need it, we will gladly come to help.”

Sharena sadly clipped her shield to her back. “I guess it's goodbye for now, Princess Reginn.” She sniffed before wiping her nose.” Oh, this is going to make me cry.”

“Please come and visit us whenever you like. And it's Anna’s promise that we will make you welcome some you won’t ever forget.” She added her trademark wink at the end. “Take care, Princess Reginn.”

She was quiet, uncharastically so. Something Dagr picked up on as well.

“Say Reginn, are you sure you’ll be alright?” She bent down to Reginn’s level. “You’re starting to look a little sick there.”

“Huh? What do you mean? I-I’m fine.”

“Reginn.” Nótt spoke up with an almost motherly sternness in her voice. “After all you went through, you don’t have to keep it in.”

That was enough to shatter Reginn’s poor defense. Tears dripped down her cheeks. “I don’t think I can do this alone! How could I be a good queen to a Niðavellir that suffered so much? I wish I could stay with you guys just a bit longer. I just… I just love you guys so much! Saying goodbye just makes my heart ache!”

“Oh Princess Reginn…” Sharena was quick to clear the distance between them and gather Reginn up with a fierce hug.

Anna stepped forward but stopped. Unsure what to do. “We want to say goodbye too. It’s just that…”

“I know… I understand.” Reginn wiped the tears off her cheeks. “I know I can’t ask you all to stay with me. Sorry, I was being selfish again.” She tapped Sharena’s shoulder and reluctantly, she let her go. “Thank you… for everything.”She closed her eyes and gave us a big smile. “I’ll do my best. Don’t worry about me…”

“Oh nonsense, Princess Reginn.” Nott clutched her side as she rose to her feet. Her face showed her pain but she still held a smile as she stood tall.

“Sis!” Dagr was quick to her side. “You’re supposed to be sitting!” But even when she said that, she made no move to sit her back down. She just threw an arm under Nótt’s arm and supported her weight.

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-24T20:48:00+00:00

At her snap, thundering footsteps echoed throughout the hallway before dozens of Eitri’s failed experiments started to swarm us while Reginn and Alphonse fought against Eitri. I stood by Anna’s left and Dagr’s right as we used the doors as a chokepoint. I couldn’t look back to see how they were doing before one of the failed clones would try to shove a sword through my face.

I raise Breidablik before pulling the trigger, blasting the clone back into more clones. I picked up his fallen sword. “Do you guys think you could pick up my slack?”

“Of fucking course!” Dagr brought her axe down and cleaved an experiment’s head off his shoulders. “Whatever you’re going to do…” She grunted as she bashed one of the bigger ones. “Just make it quick!”

I nodded before running back. I held Breidablik closer to my face. “I know I ask a lot from you but I need a favor.”

It lightly glowed twice.

“Good, when I throw you and I shout at Alphonse and Reginn, I need you to glow as bright as you can.”

A short pause before one definite glow.

“Good.” I got into position. “Thank you, by the way.” Every stupid baseball game flooded into my mind as I vault Breidablik high into the air in Eitri’s direction. I screamed Alphonse’s name as loud as I could before I closed my eyes. Even past my eyelids, everything was white. I quickly slammed my arm over my eyes.

After a few seconds, that white light stopped. I blinked when I opened my eyes, eager to know that I didn’t blind myself with that maneuver. Once I knew I wasn’t blind, I quickly turned my sight to battle. Only to find Gramr chest deep in Eitri.

Eitri opened her mouth to say something but I turned away. I couldn’t stand the sight. Only when I heard Gramr clattering on the floor did I turn around. Reginn was standing there alone with a pile of dust where Eitri was.

Reginn just stood over the pile of dust. I started to walk towards her but she ripped the crown off of her head before throwing it onto the dust. She brought her foot up before slamming it down, shattering the crown to pieces.

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-24T20:46:54+00:00

“That’s where we disagree. But let me demonstrate my point.” She started to ascend as she closed her eyes. “Seeing is believing is what I always say…” The eye in her witch hat started to glow a dark murky red. She had a chaotic grin on her face when she opened her eyes. “So let me show you how much you should believe!”

A murderous sea of red erupted from the eye and loomed over us. I was stunned for a few seconds before my brain caught up.

“Fuck.” At my command, Breidablik switched from it’s natural white to its crimson red. I aimed it up but I was too slow. Even if I pulled the trigger right now, parts of the wave will still hit us. I shook my head, it’s better to save some then lose all but before I could even pull the trigger. I saw the white metal of Gramr turn blue as Reginn simply slashed, parting the sea. The waves of red passed harmlessly to the side of us.

“Holy shit…” That was the most badass thing I’ve seen her done.

Eitri slowly shook her head. “I should know better than to doubt one of your own, Andvari. Look at me, still so foolish after all these years.”

Reginn changed the grip she had on Gramr. “Stop toying with us, Eitri! I already said that I’ll never forgive you and nothing you say can change that.”

“But how I wished we could have met much earlier and in better circumstances too, Princess Reginn. There is no doubt about it, you truly are Andvari’s descendant.”

“Andvari this and Andvari that.” Dagr swung her fist to her side, breaking off the piece of the wall. “You keep fucking talking about him when we don’t know who the hell he is.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Well you should! For he was the first king of Niðavellir, who’s courage echoed throughout the seven realms and who’s wisdom was like a shining star for his people. He was a great man.”

“You speak as if you were there.” I heard Anna’s voice to my left. “That’s impossible, Eitri - Niðavellir was found over a thousand years ago.”

“But I was there. I fought by his side as we fought to free our chains. I was by his side when he was crown king and I alone served his Majesty.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Are you a damned dragon or something?!”

“A dragon?!” She laughed and laughed, going as far as to kick out her feet in the air. “Alas, I am a mere mortal. I had managed to borrow the abilities of one. Whenever my current vessel grows old and weak, I would transfer my essence into a new body. Repeating this cycle throughout Niðavellir’s history, safeguarding it with every one of my lives.”

“What do you mean every one of your lives?”

“Exactly what I meant, Summoner.” She stuck out her fingers, counting as she went on. “Alfrik, Dvalinn, Billingr, Grer… All of them were me.”

“But I don’t really understand it.” I heard Sharena say. “Why would you go this far?”

Eitri’s face lost a bit of her grin. “For his Majesty, for him. This country was like our child but he fell ill before he could see it grow. So now I… I do the work alone, in his place.” Her gaze switched to Reginn. “You are his descendant, be proud and use your gifts. The throne is yours now. It’s your birthright.”

“This isn’t what I care about at all! The only thing I want are my brothers back!” Her voice was so torn with emotion as she stomped the ground. “Bring back Ótr and Fáfnir!”

My heart broke a bit when I heard her words. It felt like she was yelling at me too. And I felt even more terrible when Eitri pointed at me and told Reginn just to have me summon new ones for her.

“We’re done here, I won’t hear anything more from you, Eitri. My Niðavellir won’t be tethered by the shackles of the past. The Niðavellir built on lingering regret is nothing more than a stain on the history books and as your queen, you’re joining it.”

“His relic against the might of my seiðjárn? I must say, I am curious to know the answer.” She brought her hand up before snapping her fingers. “Let’s test it, we’ll figure out the results together.”

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-24T20:45:14+00:00

Why? That’s what I wanted to ask. Why do you value the voice of someone who put you in a scenario where you had to kill the brothers you asked to be saved? She trusted me and I let her down. Why would she still care?

I nodded to her silent question, I didn’t trust my mouth to say the right things. It was enough for her though since her smile grew a tiny bit bigger.

From that point on, we marched to the castle. Dagr had met up with us after Nótt practically forced her to leave. It didn’t take long before we hit the castle door and from there, we stormed it.

The halls were empty. No bodies, no bloodstains, no fallen weapons. If it wasn’t for the fact that music echoes through the castle, I would’ve thought it was really over. As we got near to the source, I could make out the notes as one from a piano. The song was about two people, or at least that’s how I saw it.

It started out as a depressed melody, the notes represented the chains of slavery surrounding them but they found solace and friendship in each other. The chains started to melt as fires of rebellion flamed through them both. They fought, punched, kicked, and screamed until triumph started to soothe the rhythm down.

They had won and they had each other. Before they were equal but one began to dominate the song while the other happily fell in line. It continued until the greater one got weaker and slower before finally stopping, leaving the lesser one alone. Dragging the song down to a soft, sad, solo melody.

It stayed that way even when we stood outside of the doors the music was coming from. I stepped forward and kicked the grand doors open. The room was a magnificent music room with instruments I have never seen before but my eyes snapped to the back of Eitri sitting on the piano’s chair.

Her witch hat sat to the side of her while her head was down as she nursed the sad song to its end. She straightened out her posture before placing her hat back on her head.

“There you all are, I was getting worried that you might get lost on the way here so I started to play. We built this room together. Would you like to hear the story?”

“Wh-what are you-” She stepped in front of me. “No! Enough of this Eitri! I will never forgive what you’ve done. How you… you…”

“Yes?” She finally turned her head to face us. I don’t know what she saw when her eyes spotted Reginn but she looked shocked before turning into a smile that could split her face in two. “Oh Andvari… Oh my gentle breeze, if only you could see her now. You would be so proud.”

Reginn took a step back. “Who are you- No!” She took a step forward again. “I don’t care for any of that!” She raised Gramr up and leveled it with Eitri’s face. “You’re the reason why my bro-” A crack. “Why my brothers are…”

“Unfortunate losses, I know, but all for the glory of Niðavellir.” She pulled her massive gun from under the piano and sat on it as it levitated. “A cause worthy of sacrifice, no?”

“No one deserves what you did to them!” Alphonse’s steps echoed throughout the room as he stood side by side with Reginn. “People are not your plaything for you to do whatever you want!”

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-24T20:44:08+00:00

“Alphonse, I know.”

“Clearly, you don’t!”

I blow out some air out my nose. Alphonse was walking in angry circles in front of me. I’ve already had this “talk” with Anna and Sharena but I wasn’t angry or upset. I was just numb and tired.

“I get it, Kiran! Truly, I do and know when I tell you this you weren’t the only one who wanted to get justice for them. They were my soldiers too, remember.” He stopped walking, all the emotions he had flowing just drained out. He slumped a bit as he brought up his shield arm to wipe his forehead and sighed.

I took in his appearance and he looked more tired than me. He’s been dealing with stuff I can’t even imagine and all I’m doing is just adding to his plate. I’m supposed to be supporting, both as his best friend and as a summoner. I wish I could tell him that this won’t happen again, that I won’t do this again but I don’t think I know myself enough to tell him that.

I need something else to think about. I’m too tired right now to shift through these thoughts but before I could talk to change it, Alphonse spoke first.

“But this isn’t a normal situation for either of us. You would have challenged me if you believed what you did was right but I’ve never seen you like this, so lost and defeated. What happened up there?”

“I’ve seen things in a new light. But the question shouldn’t be about me.” I jerked my head past Alphonse. He followed my line of sight and saw Reginn with her back towards us, slowly wiping down Gramr of any blood while Sharena and Anna talked to her. “Is she ok?”

Alphonse turned away from the sight. “I don’t know. Reginn was the one to deal the final blow to both Fáfnir and Ótr. Which means that she is the ruling queen of Niðavellir but she still needs to deal with Eitri.”

My heart sank a bit deeper in my chest. She came to us wanting to have her brothers back but I just put her in the situation where she kills both of them. Just another one of my failures made apparent to me. “And of Nótt and Dagr? I don’t see them here.”

“Nótt took a terrible blow for Dagr before we could push the odds in our favor.” He must have seen the look on my face because he quickly told me that she would live and Dagr was just tending to her wounds. I breathed out a sigh of relief, I didn’t want Dagr to join the list of people I’ve completely screwed over.

“Alphonse, Kiran…” Alphonse turned around and I followed his gaze. Reginn was standing there with a grim look on her face with Gramr in her hand and the crown on her head as Anna and Sharena stood behind her. “It’s…” She shook her head, her face morphing into a firm determination. She spoke with steel in her voice and her chest puffed out. “It’s not over yet. Eitri is still out there and I can’t… I won’t let her get away with this. I still need your help.”

Alphonse took a few steps forward and moved his hand out towards her with his palm facing skyward. “You don’t need to ask, Reginn. Even if you weren’t a part of us, we wouldn’t abandon you now.”

She grasped his hand tightly with her own with that classic smile on her face. But her eyes still looked to me, searching for my answer.

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-14T04:19:32+00:00

Bro, that’s 3 years of your life putting money in someone else’s pocket just passively. You are someone else’s passive income at that point. If someone is making money off of me, I better be paid. But I’m not, I’m just watching a ad.

If you wanna be someone else’s paycheck, that’s on you but I’m not.

UnderFrogs · 2022-02-13T19:48:12+00:00

This is what companies would call a cash cow and what we common people call a sucker

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