Fight or flight

Zeus and Freya was still arguing when they finally noticed that their son was gone and so was his bolt. He had a smug grin on his face when he finally found the heir that is worthy of the bolt.

“What are you grinning at?” Freya said.

“You know what this means, don’t you?”

“That you are an asshole for underestimating my son?”

“He is also my son.”

“Oh, now he is?”

“I have to annoy him so we don’t have to force him into wielding the bolt. He did i on his own accord and the bolt chose him!”

“That was your parenting skill?!” Freya could not believe how Zeus handled this. It worked but it was annoying and Zeus was so proud of himself.

“I am sorry for all the times that we wasted without each other, Freya. You know I still loved you. I never stopped.”

Freya did not stop loving the God too. The truth was, she had never loved anyone after Zeus. Elves, like the creatures of the dark can only love once and her love of her life was unfortunately the God of thunder, the father of her son. How can