the hearth and marriage be damned, she has no right to go around trying to murder poor pregnant girls who got wyrded into falling in love! That makes no more sense than punishing a fish because it can't breathe air!'
He rubbed at his eye patch uncomfortably. 'Well — yes — but — Brunnhilde — '
'So since I did what you wanted,why was I punished for it?' she demanded.
He fidgeted and wouldn't look at her. 'I — promised your mother — '
'Promises you had no intention of keeping! And you knew what was going to happen! You knew very well that once Siggy woke me, the whole wretched saga was going to play out. Erda told you. And I know she told you, because she told me she told you!' Brunnhilde actually stamped her foot at him. 'Half of your problems are because you keep too many secrets, and the other half are because you bring them on yourself. So why punish me for them?'
Leopold stood to the side, arms folded, lips compressed as he tried not to smile. And when Brunnhilde's father turned to him for help, clearly counting on a man to support another man, he shook his head.
'I have no idea what you two are talking about,' he replied. 'So don't ask me to take sides here.'
Brunnhilde had gotten the bit in her teeth and was not going to be stopped now. Clearly she had been saving this up for some time. 'So. You lie to Mother, you manipulate me, you manage to lay the blame for everything that happens on me and set me up to be the instrument for everything that is going to go wrong! You set me up to fall in love with mynephew of all the perverted things, and put everything in motion to make my life total misery and end in — '
'Dooooooom!' trilled the firebird from the tree above their heads.
'Exactly,' Brunnhilde glared at her father. 'And now you actually have the nerve to come here, think you're going to force me to give up my husband, and take exception to me for wanting to keep doom and destruction and the end of the gods from happening?'
'Your mother — ' the old man said feebly.
'My mother is a manipulative idiot,' Brunnhilde said bitterly. 'You're another. And you two deserve each other, and you should just go home and slap each other to sleep. I am not going to repeat your mistakes.' Then, out of nowhere, a slow, sly smile crept over her face. 'And by the way,Father, I made sure you can't repeat your own.'
Alarm contorted the old man's face. Leopold snickered.
'Brunnhilde — what did you do — '
She turned her attention to her nails, examining them critically, then buffing them on the leather strap of her breastplate. 'Oh, nothing much. I just got that ring and returned it to the River Maidens.'
The old man's eyes bulged. 'You — what?'
'Well, I didn't renounce love!' she snapped. 'And Siggy was smart enough when the bird warned him to leave it alone! No one else knew where Fafnir was. So Siggy told me where he'd left it, and I got it and gave it back to them. No more cheating and lying over it. No more trying to barter away the other goddesses over it. And no more betraying your own children over it. It's back in the river where it belongs and now there's going to be no downfall of the gods, either. There's no escape from the consequences of what you do now, Father. You're just going to have to face Mother and learn to deal with each other now.'
'I — she — you — '
'What's more, my sisters have decided they aren't going to be so quick to jump to your orders anymore, either. They're tired of picking up dead men. They'd like some live ones of their own. What are you going to do, put them on rocks with circles of fire around them?' She sniffed. 'Siggy and Leo will find them Princes if you do. Niffleheim! I will find them Princes if I have to! I'm sure there are entire marshes full of frog princes that would like to find a sleeping princess that can't run away when they try to get a kiss! So there. This whole cycle of family drama is over, Father. You just get on that thing you call a horse, and ride back to Mother, anddeal with it.'
She crossed her arms over her chest, in a pose uncannily like Leopold's, and glared at the old man. Rosa and Siegfried hung back — in no small part because Siegfried really would rather not have had his grandfather notice him —
Alas, too late. In the vain attempt to look at anything but his daughter, Wotan glanced to the side and spotted both of them.
'You!' he blustered, pointing a finger at Siegfried. 'This is all your fault!'
'Because I didn't want to marry my aunt?' Siegfried must have decided to face the god down, because he waggled his eyebrows at the old man. 'You really do need to get your sense of proportion straight.'
Wotan stood there with his mouth hanging open. Clearly he had expected to intimidate Siegfried, at least.
But the last straw was when a raven, one of two that was up in the tree with the firebird, snickered, breaking the stunned silence.
He glanced up sharply. 'Which one of you did that? Hunin? Munin?'
They both snickered.
He threw up his hands. 'Bah! Ungrateful! All of you! Go ahead, discard your Wyrd, see if I care! I'll be sitting on my throne in Vallahalia, drinking mead, while you are — are — are — '
'Alive?' suggested Brunnhilde. 'Enjoying ourselves? Seeing the world? Having adventures? Having families? Ruling a peaceful kingdom? Which none of us would be thanks to that Wyrd? I'll be going into adventuring, and I'll have you know that Leo thinks I make the perfect fighting wife!'
'Bah!' He turned to his — well, it was hard to call something with that many legs a horse. Mount. He hauled himself up into the saddle, and kicked it in the side, unnecessarily hard. The thing took a few moments to sort its legs out, then it began lumbering clumsily up an invisible slope of air, as if it was lumbering up a steep hill.
'Oh and by the way, old man? Besides my having a job on my own? Leo makes love like a tiger! '
