Xochiquétzal continued mercilessly kicking Freyja, who remained motionless and face down on the flowered ground. The flowers kept releasing their paralyzing pollen while Xochipilli, floating between the two omnipotent statues, remained in a trance as he controlled the field at will.
Freyja began remembering her childhood while she continued being tortured by the Toltec goddess’s kicks to her stomach.
Around a thousand years ago, the gods of Asgard, called the Æsir, had been at war with the Vanir gods from Vanaheim. It was a devastating and bloody war that lasted for several years without any clear victor.
Odin led the army of Asgard, while Njord, the father of Freyr and Freyja, led the armies of Vanaheim.
At the end of the war, the two kingdoms exchanged hostages. While the kingdom of Asgard sent Mímir to Vanaheim, the Vanir sent Njord’s young children: Freyr and Freyja.
However, Odin never treated them as prisoners. He had them live in the sumptuous halls of Valhalla, with all the luxuries and comforts a divinity could expect.
Still, the news that Mímir had been decapitated in Vanaheim made Njord’s children nervous, since they believed they would be killed by the god of Asgard.
But despite their fears, Odin, instead of harming the two small children, took them to a beautiful meadow of flowers. When Freyja saw that place, she became very excited and would not stop playing there.
“Stop acting like a child, Freyja!” her brother said angrily. Unlike the present, as a child he had a very stern and irritated expression. But Freyja ignored him and kept playing.
“Why do you seek to ruin your sister’s fun?” Odin asked, sitting on a fallen log on the ground.
“Flowers are stupid. They are girl things,” Freyr replied. “And we are warriors.”
“And who says a woman cannot be a warrior and love flowers as well?” Odin asked him.
Freyr made an annoyed gesture and turned away.
Odin then looked back at Freyja, who returned very happily after playing with the flowers.
“Do you like this meadow, Freyja?” Odin asked.
“Yes, I like it a lot,” the Norse goddess replied. “But there are no places this pretty in Vanaheim.”
“Do not worry, little one,” Odin said while stroking the puerile goddess’s head. “I have decided to give you this meadow so that you may plant it in your homeland. It shall be my gift to you.”
“Are you not going to murder us for what they did to your friend in our kingdom?!” Freyr asked angrily.
Odin then lowered his head. Those words caused him great pain.
“Although it wounds me deeply, you are not responsible for Mímir’s death,” the god said. “And if I answer their provocation with vengeance, I will only prolong an unnecessary war.”
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“Father Odin! Thank you!” Freyja shouted, filled with emotion, and hugged one of the king of Asgard’s legs. Tears of joy flowed from her eyes and wet her round, rosy cheeks.
Odin stroked Njord’s children with both hands.
“You are like two children to me, even if you were not born in my kingdom,” the god said.
“The beautiful flowers of Asgard changed my opinion of the Æsir,” Freyja thought as she finished remembering and continued looking at the lovely flowers causing her paralysis.
Freyja then stopped Xochiquétzal’s foot with her bare hand. The Norse goddess looked at her with a face full of pain, but the fire in her eyes had not gone out.
Xochiquétzal tried to perform one of her techniques, but Freyja quickly stood while grabbing the Toltec goddess by the heel and throwing her far away.
At that moment, the goddess shouted with tremendous force:
“Freyjulundr (Freyja's Field)!”
The red and blue flowers changed into multiple colors, and the entire sky was adorned with a beautiful blue. Northern lights shone over the clear sky created by the Norse goddess. The clouds glowed like rainbows while a faint sun warmed the beautiful meadow Freyja had created.
“This is meow technique: Freyja’s Field, where I summon part of meow great meowdow of Vanaheim,” Freyja said as the effects of her paralysis finally gave way. “I replaced your poisoned flowers with mine, the ones that bring joy and love to the eyes of those who see them.”
Freyja’s appearance had returned once again to her valkyrie form. Her blond hair stirred in the wind while shining softly with a reddish hue. Her amber eyes emanated a beautiful glow. Her golden staff had turned back into a spear, and two beautiful white wings appeared on the goddess’s back.
“You’ve got some mighty purretty flowers, but their beauty pales before the lovely gardens of Vanaheim!” Freyja shouted, pointing her spear at Xochipilli, who continued in his position as if in a trance.
Xochiquétzal then ran toward Freyja while shouting:
“Istlejekatl (Obsidian Wind)!”
But before she could finish her phrase, Freyja pierced her with her spear, flying like lightning. Dozens of valkyries appeared beside the Norse deity.
The Toltec goddess fell silent and exploded like a beam of light, while Freyja continued holding her spear raised and said quietly:
“Himmelsk fremstøt (Heavenly Thrust).”
The valkyries disappeared, and the Norse goddess cleaned her spear with a swift motion through the air. Then she turned her gaze toward Xochipilli, who now seemed to be surrounded by a shield of flowers, fluttering around him like satellites.
“Ejekatoloatsin (Poisonous Air),” the Toltec god said, and the flower petals approached the goddess like a whirlwind. She avoided them by flying quickly away.
“My feline nose tells meow those petals are poisonous,” the goddess said while making more maneuvers to avoid the god’s attack, at the same time approaching from the other side.
But the Toltec god summoned a gigantic flower with fangs while shouting:
“Xochikoyoukan (Flower of the Abyss)!”
The flower, which looked like a daisy, was about ten meters tall, and its stem was covered in thorns. Acid dripped from its grotesque fangs.
The flower tried to bite Freyja, but she flew over the grotesque creature and descended with her spear, stabbing it and pinning it to the ground.
“It’ll be a shame to defeat you, handsome as you are,” Freyja said without turning to look at the Toltec god. “But I swear I’ll find the real you when I go to Tula.”
The poisonous petals approached Freyja once more, but at that moment, the goddess smiled and a shockwave emanated from her spear, which she still used to pin the monstrous flower to the ground.
Then the goddess said:
“Ære til Vanaheim (Glory to Vanaheim).”
The shockwave took the form of hundreds of valkyries, which pushed back the Toltec god’s poisonous wind while tearing the demonic flower apart with their flight. With that, Freyja leapt from the flower and, like lightning, pierced Xochipilli’s body. He had lost his petal shield thanks to the ghostly valkyries Freyja had summoned.
The Toltec god emitted a dull sound and exploded, emanating a beam of light. Where he had stood, only a small pink sphere remained.
Freyja’s wings disappeared, and she lifted the sphere while smiling.
“I’m sorry, but flowers are my passion, and I’ll never be defeated by them,” she said.