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Lyfrassir Edda had escaped the Bifrost at least they thought so. They had gotten onto the ship they more or less stole, but that didn’t matter gods did they escape? The ship right they got on and got the fuck out of there, but after that? Everything was a mess of rainbows conjoined with the horrible yet so beautiful song of the void. The chanting telling Lyfrassir to join them, to give up, to become one of those things they had seen in the Black Box.
Lyf wasn’t aware of the fact that they had only been floating in space heading to the Hoddmimis for about 4 weeks. It felt like decades all they saw was the colours. It was all they could see. Were they even human anymore? Were they ever? Gods the song was getting louder and the colours were getting brighter. Then all of sudden they were on the train? No that wasn’t right they- they couldn’t be on the train. The Ratatosk Express was basically just a jumbled pile of metal so this couldn’t be the train, but at the same time it must’ve been
“So glad you could join us Lyfrassir” a mysterious voice, maybe Odin? Spoke then they were back to the swirls of colours and song.
Lyfrassir was trying with all their might to think of their past back on Midgard, but it was all swirls of colours. What about those friends no- prisoners? But they spoke so nicely they had to be friends. One even played the violin for them which they loved? No they hated it- but it was such a pretty song nicer then the voids. Then there were their parents, their lovely fathers who… wait who were they? Who were their fathers? Did they ever have fathers? Or friends? Or a body?
Why did their head hurt? Was it theirs? Gods they hated being so confused maybe they should give into the voids song, it was so pretty, they just wanted- no they didn’t want they could no longer want not like this. All they could hear now was the void's amazing song it called to them, and them alone they should go to it maybe the colours would go away. Those colours were really starting to make their eyes hurt. They missed… What was his name- Mark? Mario? No Marius! They missed him, no wait they hated him. Right? Because of that stupid- uh harmonica? No that's not right harmonicas don’t use bows. Maybe a cello? No, that's way bigger. A violin! That was it. Ugh that fucking violin
The colours were fading and the song was quieting then they were back on the train
“That was rather rude leaving so suddenly.” definitely Odin. they mumbled what they thought was an apology, but was probably more likely to be a mess of sounds. They felt their hair getting touched like they were being pet?
“It's okay I forgive you” ugh they did not like her why was that again? The Black Box flashed in the swirls of colours and they just sighed. The colours were almost completely gone now instead replaced by the horrors on the train. They didn't want to be here. Why are they here?
Then just like that their back in their ship the colours all gone, but the song still quietly singing. They suddenly remembered who they were- what they were. It wouldn’t last forever, but they really needed to pilot their ship.