The bright light of Baldr would shine above him, guiding him through the darkness and clearing a path for him to follow. They had never misled him, of this he was certain -- not even once. They were his backbone and his source of strength, forever pushing him forward toward the path of righteousness and faith. He knew they were pleased with him now; he could nearly taste his mother now, her scent heavy in the air, laden with the odor of other wolves she could not distinguish. It was intoxicating to him, and suddenly he knew that the rumors of Jaeger's relations with their mother had been true. The gods had not struck them down for their adultery, no; he knew they themselves had indulged in such primal pleasures. Had not Freyr and Freyja themselves been known to prefer the company of one another? It was not sinful to him, no -- how could the union of blood family be anything but holy and pure?
The darkness seemed to lift slightly as the dark form of his mother came into view. Her outline was hardly visible, but she was there, and he was certain of her presence. Slender chest would begin to heave as his breathing increased, taking in her scent as though it was water and he was a fish and might die without it. Instinctively he would move to embrace her, as any son would their mother, reveling in her familiar presence and craving her maternal touch.
"Ich bin es, im Fleisch," he began breathlessly, letting his head press against her back, silently thanking the Aesir and the Vanir for their guidance. "Sie k?nnen nicht anfangen zu verstehen, wie sehr ich dich vermisst." Even he had not expected to feel such sadness upon leaving home, and such wholesome joy upon reuniting with her again. He couldn't help but wonder why she had left their group; was it to find Jaeger and himself? Or to escape from the bitter accusations of incest, of the misguided condemnation that she certainly had been threatened with? Either way, she was safe now, and he would tighten his embrace, thankful he had found her.
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