Anna Donnison
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Norse mythology involving Freyda, hope you like it.
Ragnarok was over, and death was rampant on both sides. The giants had fallen, nearly all humans had died, there were very few gods remaining and the mischievious Ratatosk was dead. MUch had shaken the World Tree Yggdrasil. Freyda, goddess of love, lust and guardian of half the heroic dead walked in the battlefield. So much senseless slaughter. To her surprise, one female creature had survived, the young giant Hel, ruler of the netherworld. Gasping and bleeding profusely, it was clear to Freyda without help, she would die. Freyda's heart fell saddened that even one of her foe, could suffer so. Hel was a helpless girl, far smaller than even her, defenseless. With a beautiful face and torso and a rotting corpse as a bottom, to Freyda she seemed like a desperate child. She ran over to her fallen opponent. "so..." Hel managed to squeak "the mighty magical goddess Freyda seeks my... end. Do...so....cruel....goddess." Freyda heart broke at the sight of her once powerful adversary now so meek lying valiant and defiant. She grabbed the girl and craddled her, her tears soothing the young giant's wounds.
Hel awoke, in a bed. Freyda sat watching her smiling. "I will not be your slave!" replied a weakened Hel. "I seek not your enslavement, little one!" responded Freya gently kissing Hel's forehead. Hel felt lightened immediately. "You seek to trap me with your magic. Though your beauty is beyond all, I will not be your love slave!" angrily defied Hel. "I wish only for your trust. You are free to go as you please!" smiled Freyda, gently poking Hel's navel. "EEEEEE!" squealed Hel. "Quite ticklish aren't we!" giggled Freida. "You... seek to break me with tickling! I shall not break!" yet again defied Hel. "I only wish us to be friends." answered Freyda kissing Hel again on the forehead. Hel let out a gentle moan. Freyda beamed at her. Hel smiled back a little despite herself. "You are very beautiful, Hel! More than most!" spoke Freyda, stroking Hel's blonde hair. Hel blushed furiously. Freyda beamed again at the innocent giant. Hel demurely smiled back. "It is... hard for me to trust you. You are famous as a seductress and I.... I am ... innocent!" blushed Hel, embarassed by this. "I am honored that you blush before me. I will not harm you." whispered Freyda. Then she took the young blonde (about 4000years old) and kissed her on the lips. Hel enthusiactly kissed back. When they separated Hel smiled. Freyda grinned back. "Freyda.... I... I think that I...." "I love you too!" interrupted Freyda. They shared a passionate kiss. Freyda thought that the diminutive girl reminded her of her husband Od and his often defiant ways. She wished that he had not disappeared yet perhaps some part of him remained in the heart of a pretty young giant. "Freyda... I was wondering.. if... maybe... perhaps you make me a woman, you might...." stuttered Hel. "Yes?" asked Freyda. "Gently.... tickle me?" requested a very nervous Hel. Freyda grinned like a predatress. "I shall." she informed Hel as magical ropes took hold of the pretty blonde.
To be continued.
Love,
Anna and Heather
Ragnarok was over, and death was rampant on both sides. The giants had fallen, nearly all humans had died, there were very few gods remaining and the mischievious Ratatosk was dead. MUch had shaken the World Tree Yggdrasil. Freyda, goddess of love, lust and guardian of half the heroic dead walked in the battlefield. So much senseless slaughter. To her surprise, one female creature had survived, the young giant Hel, ruler of the netherworld. Gasping and bleeding profusely, it was clear to Freyda without help, she would die. Freyda's heart fell saddened that even one of her foe, could suffer so. Hel was a helpless girl, far smaller than even her, defenseless. With a beautiful face and torso and a rotting corpse as a bottom, to Freyda she seemed like a desperate child. She ran over to her fallen opponent. "so..." Hel managed to squeak "the mighty magical goddess Freyda seeks my... end. Do...so....cruel....goddess." Freyda heart broke at the sight of her once powerful adversary now so meek lying valiant and defiant. She grabbed the girl and craddled her, her tears soothing the young giant's wounds.
Hel awoke, in a bed. Freyda sat watching her smiling. "I will not be your slave!" replied a weakened Hel. "I seek not your enslavement, little one!" responded Freya gently kissing Hel's forehead. Hel felt lightened immediately. "You seek to trap me with your magic. Though your beauty is beyond all, I will not be your love slave!" angrily defied Hel. "I wish only for your trust. You are free to go as you please!" smiled Freyda, gently poking Hel's navel. "EEEEEE!" squealed Hel. "Quite ticklish aren't we!" giggled Freida. "You... seek to break me with tickling! I shall not break!" yet again defied Hel. "I only wish us to be friends." answered Freyda kissing Hel again on the forehead. Hel let out a gentle moan. Freyda beamed at her. Hel smiled back a little despite herself. "You are very beautiful, Hel! More than most!" spoke Freyda, stroking Hel's blonde hair. Hel blushed furiously. Freyda beamed again at the innocent giant. Hel demurely smiled back. "It is... hard for me to trust you. You are famous as a seductress and I.... I am ... innocent!" blushed Hel, embarassed by this. "I am honored that you blush before me. I will not harm you." whispered Freyda. Then she took the young blonde (about 4000years old) and kissed her on the lips. Hel enthusiactly kissed back. When they separated Hel smiled. Freyda grinned back. "Freyda.... I... I think that I...." "I love you too!" interrupted Freyda. They shared a passionate kiss. Freyda thought that the diminutive girl reminded her of her husband Od and his often defiant ways. She wished that he had not disappeared yet perhaps some part of him remained in the heart of a pretty young giant. "Freyda... I was wondering.. if... maybe... perhaps you make me a woman, you might...." stuttered Hel. "Yes?" asked Freyda. "Gently.... tickle me?" requested a very nervous Hel. Freyda grinned like a predatress. "I shall." she informed Hel as magical ropes took hold of the pretty blonde.
To be continued.
Love,
Anna and Heather