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Entry tags:

apollo,
frigg

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Characters: Apollo and Frigg
Date/Time: Starting afternoon of Friday, November 30, 2012
Location: NYC
Rating: Most likely R, depending on their moods.
Warnings: Most likely sexuality and language
Summary: Frigg misses Apollo, and he hates to disappoint...

Apollo kept hoping that this would be the perfect distraction. He was still grieving the sudden loss of Urania. The night before, Erato had joined them, and he had cherished his time with his two remaining Muses. For today, at least, he had a promise to keep. Erato had promised to stay with Melpomene until Apollo returned, so he trusted they'd be safe for the time being. Or so he hoped. But, no, no... Best to just think about making the most of his visit to New York. Frigg was waiting for him.

He had only brought one bag, and carried it with him off the plane. He scanned the crowds to look for her. He was easy enough to find, he was sure. Even in a place as diverse as a New York City airport, the tall, blond, British glowing chap was hard to miss.

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Frigg had arrived a few minutes ahead of time, so when she saw him she smiled and got up from her seat.

"Hola, Guapo. How was the trip?"

He smiled for her, although he wasn't quite as sunny as he usually was.
"The trip was fine, love."

She noticed, but she wouldn't ask here where there so many people.

"Good. My car's just out front."

"I still can't believe you live in New York and own a car," he teased gently.

"I know! My sister says I'm loca, bu I've read about too many incidents with public transportation in New York to use it."

"It's because you Yanks drive on the wrong side of the road," he quipped.

She gives him a look of indignation. "Hey, don't mock our desire to stand out from the rest of the world!" She teased back. "Ah, here we are. You can set your bag in the back, there's plenty of room."

"Thanks, love," he said, tossing his bag in the back, and then sliding into the passenger's seat.

Frigg pulls out of the airport and heads down the highway.

"So..you want to tell me what's bothering you, Apollo?" She asked with concern.

The sun god sighed.
"...Urania was taken."

Frigg looks at him in shock and sadness. She pulls over to the side of the road. She unhooks her belt and gives him a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Apollo."

He embraced her back.
"Thank you, love. The other two are protecting each other, and their little ones are safe." He sighed. "I don't know--maybe it's my own fault for not pulling her more tightly into the fold. She was the only Muse not about to have a baby..."

"Don't start second-guessing yourself," she scolded gently. "I did the same thing when Baldyr..died. Focus on those who are here, those who need you. I'm sure the missing are still out there somewhere, we can't give up on them."

"You're quite right, love. I still have two lovely Muses back home. And I have you," he said, a smile warming across his face.

She blushed, but waved it off.

"You're expecting twins, right?"

He nodded.
"Right. A boy and a girl. Julian and Laurel," he said fondly.

Frigg restarts the car and takes them back on the road.

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be insensitive or anything, but Laurel? Like in Laurel and Hardy?"

He shook his head.
"Laurel, as in my sacred tree. Eros once shot me with a golden arrow, making me fall for a nymph named Daphne. But, in his sport, he shot her with one of lead. I loved her; she despised me. So desperate was she to avoid me, she asked her father to save her, and she became a laurel tree. But that didn't break the spell. Only my heart. So, I swore that I would continue to love her, to always be her caretaker and make sure she would be evergreen and flourishing. That's why those who won in events in my honor were crowned with laurels. And why my daughter will be my laurel, as I love her and tend her and make sure she grows strong and beautiful."

"Ah..well this is awkward," Frigg said, pointedly focusing on the road now. "Sorry."

"Well, Melpomene chose her first name," he said.

She chuckles at that. "So why Julian for your son?"

"It refers to a youth. Another one of my domains," he explained.

"Ah, okay. Sounds like you've had more than just the Sun in your time."

"Why be limited? I was the god of the sun, of youth, medicine, healing, music, philosophy, prophecy, poetry, culture, archery, travel and the patron god of nomads, leader of the Muses and the nymphs. Even the wolves answered to me and my sister. I might even be forgetting a few."

"Well, no wonder you're so full of yourself," she teases.