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Freyja ([info]brightandfair) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2021-02-28 21:18:00

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WHO Freyja
WHEN Friday / Saturday
WHERE Washougal, Washington
WHAT Run ins with old friends
WARNINGS sexual references, talk of a rather tempestuous romance



“They have a saying in this country,” Freyja said, approaching the man sitting under the shelter of her porch. It had been a long day at work, and her hair was damp and hanging down her back in a heavy braid, her thick winter coat keeping her safe from the elements. On another woman, a mere mortal woman, there might have been an element of drowned rat about the whole look; on the Aesir of beauty, it all seemed somehow intentional. “’Speak of the devil and he shall appear’.”

Sobek, half lounging on the swinging garden chair, gestured to his chest with one hand, fingers splayed. “Does that make me the devil? I’m offended.”

He didn’t sound offended.

“It means,” Freyja said as she passed by him to unlock the front door, “that I haven’t seen you in years, and yesterday I mentioned you to someone and here you are, come to find me in Washington.”

Sobek had risen and was leaning with his arms across, one shoulder against the wall beside the door so that he could watch her with interest. “Talking about me, were you?” He looked her slowly up and down, as though she were dressed in something far more revealing. When he raised his eyes, his smile was dangerous. “Guess I’ve been on your mind.”

His smile was also, Freyja had to admit, a temptation. That air of danger that Sobek always carried around with him should have been an alarm siren of the highest order- and it was, but it also spoke to something deep inside Freyja. Kissing Sobek – she remembered very clearly – was like tasting blood on a battlefield, was like every muscle screaming for the wild fury of victory or death. Freyja’s warlike nature was far overpowered by her other sides, sometimes barely a footnote to love and beauty, but when Sobek grabbed hold of her and pinned her to a bed, the Queen of the Valkyries felt like all that remained. With Sobek’s teeth on her neck, his rough skin against hers, Freyja felt like a warrior stripped of all else.

Freyja gave him a smile of her own, hers without suggestion of danger or temptation. (At least, not any more temptation than could naturally be expected.) “Someone was asking me about Nile,” Freyja told him, unlocking the door.

At the mention of their daughter, Sobek seemed to lose a little of his interest in flirting. Perhaps he was just surprised to hear her brought up at all- Sobek, as far as Freyja knew, didn’t have much contact with Nile.

He walked into her house and looked around before giving a low whistle. “Wowee,” he told her, turning to face Freyja and clasping his hands in front of him. “Aren’t you just domesticated as all fuck?”

“I’ve always been domesticated,” Freyja said, putting her keys down on the side table and unzipping her jacket. “You just caught me while I was slumming it.”

“Ouch,” he told her, though he didn’t sound actually offended. “That almost hurts my feelings.”

“Do you have those?” Freyja asked with a tilt of her head, her tone more teasing than cruel. Freyja had never been very good at cruel, even during their most vicious fights, even when they broke furniture and skin. Sobek was good at cruel, but casual about it. He never tried to dig in and break people, it was just that the right words always came tumbling out of his mouth. Sobek’s true cruelty was in his thoughtlessness. Freyja had to put real effort in to try and match that, and eventually it had been too exhausting.

It had been for a best, in the end. Their explosive love affair was a thing best kept brief, and when he left before Nile was born, Freyja found herself glad to be a single mother. (Besides, she hadn’t been alone. She’d gone to find Freyr and let him play the role of father for a time- something that had made him even more popular with the women around him.)

“I’ve got some feelings,” Sobek told her, coming much closer to her and looping an arm around her waist. “Want me to show you?”

Freyja sighed as his predictable action, because sighing was better than falling for it. “I have a boyfriend,” she said.

Sobek leaned closer, breathing in deeply against her neck. “Then I won’t leave any marks.”

Freyja slipped free of his arms (rather politely, she thought) and shook her head. “Why are you here, Sobek? If it’s just for the twice-decadal booty call, you’ll have to try again in another five years.”

“You know I don’t like being turned down,” he told her, dark eyes burning through her.

Freyja considered her words and did not say, and you know I could put you down if you tried anything. Those sort of words were just encouragement. Fighting Words between the two of them so quickly became Fucking Words. If they pushed each other’s buttons… well, they’d end up pushing all of each other’s buttons.

“Sorry, Sobek,” Freyja said easily, heading towards the open kitchen and the fridge. “Another time.”

She could feel his gaze on her, because it was impossible not to feel. He was intense, even at rest, even calm. Like his crocodiles, he was always ready. But she also knew he wasn’t going to try anything. For all his aggression, for all his desire to take whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it, Freyja had never been in a situation with him she hadn’t somehow courted.

And she knew today was no different. “You should leave,” she told him. “Before my boyfriend gets home and you have play nice and human.”

Sobek scowled a little and shrugged. “It’s too cold to play nice.” He approached again and ran his thumb across her cheek, hard enough that it felt possessive. (Hard enough that she sort of wanted to be possessed.) “Come see me when this all falls apart.”

Freyja’s smile was genuine and warm. “You still in Florida?”

“Yeah, still in Florida.” Another lean closer, his hand slipping into her hair. “You still smell amazing.” His voice was lower now, as though there might be other people in the room who would overhear. “But I wanna make you smell like me.”

Ignoring the thrill Sobek’s words had sent through her, Freyja said, “Go visit Nile.”

He pulled back, making a face, clearly annoyed to have their child shoved between them. “Why? She doesn’t want to see me.”

Freyja raised an eyebrow. “Did you ask her that, or do you just assume?”

Sobek shook his head, but Freyja wasn’t sure what part he was saying no to. Maybe to all of it. But instead of clarifying he drew a card out of his jacket with two fingers and passed it over to her. “I’ll be in town for a couple days,” he said, and Freyja looked down at the number of the hotel and the number written on it in blue pen. “If you wanna get fucked properly, drop by.”

Freyja knew that if she ‘dropped by’ Sobek’s hotel she would be well and truly fucked, but perhaps not just the way he meant.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Freyja told him, her amused tone making it clear that she wouldn’t be showing up. Sobek still looked smugly confident about it as he left.

-


The next night, Freyja had a girl's night planned. Three of them were going out to see and movie and do cocktails after, and she'd told Jothi (with a wink) not to wait up too late for her. He told her his own evening was going to involve a couple night classes at the gym and that (a wink of his own) he'd try not to have more fun than her.

But by the time she'd gotten to the movies and checked her phone, Freyja found a message from one of her friends. They'd gone out for breakfast together and both had food poisoning, and they were sorry for cancelling so late but... nature had been calling all day. Freyja, with a sigh, sent a text back to tell them to get well soon, and then wandered around the still open mall for a bit. She bought herself a new gold necklace before deciding to have some dinner while she was out, since cocktails were no longer on the ticket.

When she got home almost an hour later, the living room light was on, the glow leaking through the gaps in the curtain. Inside, the TV was off and Jothi was no longer sitting on the couch. (They always left that light on when they went out, letting it act as added security. It almost seemed foolish, as there wasn’t much crime in this part of town.)

Inside, Freyja put her keys down on the kitchen table next to Honkers. He knew he wasn’t allowed to be on the kitchen table and yet there he was, staring her down, daring her to tell him he wasn’t the king of this castle.

“Fine,” she told the grey monster. “You win this time.”

And, to be fair, probably every other time. She just couldn’t resist his ridiculous face. So much for her great willpower.

Freyja sat down on the couch and began to untie her boot laces, ready to be free of their confines now that she was in for the night. She’d just put her legs up on the couch when she thought she heard a sound down the other end of the house. She frowned, sitting up straighter to listen.

In her socks – and now armed with one of the (usually decorative but always ready) swords from the wall – Freyja padded down the dark hallway quickly and noted the light that slipped its way under the door of Jothi’s office.

Perhaps he'd decided not to go to the gym after all. She lowered the sword.

But, as she came closer, she heard sounds that were unmistakable to a goddess whose domain was sex.

No, she told herself in the hallway. No, that’s not even possible.

A moan that she recognised, a moan that Freyja heard made for her almost daily.

Freyja threw open the door violently and, on the couch, Jothi wrenched himself suddenly away from- “Meredith??” Freyja demanded, glaring at the two naked people who had just parted, who were sheened with sweat and breathing hard.

“Oh my god, Freya,” she said, scrambling to her feet and grabbing for her shirt. “This isn’t- We weren’t!”

Freyja turned her open-mouthed shock to Jothi, who was collecting his clothes up as well, while opening and closing his mouth as though to speak. “Frey, it’s not-”

“If you tell me this isn’t what it looks like,” Freyja hissed, pointing the sword directly at him, “then I am going to cut your head off and put it on a pike!”

“Freya, I’m so sorry,” said Meredith, her shirt now on as she grabbed her underwear. “We didn’t want you to find out like this!”

Freyja wanted to grab her by the throat. She wanted to lift her into the air and throw her back into the bookcase. She wanted to scream and rage but all she could think was, I am the goddess of beauty and love! She looked at Jothi with hurt disbelief, unable to decide whether she was shocked, furious, heartbroken, or offended most of all. I am a blessed goddess! I am the most beautiful of the Aesir and you’ve tossed me away for Meredith!?

Freyja threw the sword down and it clattered against the wooden floorboards that she and Jothi had installed themselves over a very long and stressful weekend. It had meant something, the hard work they’d put into it, the hard work of improving their family home together.

“The mistake that you have made,” Freyja told him, shaking with anger, “will cost you everything.”

Then she turned and strode back down the hall, jamming her feet into her boots without tying them back up, and then grabbing her keys. Honkers meowed at her. She didn’t push him off the table.

By the time Jothi came running out to try and talk to her, Freyja was already outside at the car, her thin sweater too little for the weather but her own emotions keeping the cold at bay. She slammed the door behind her and blocked out his treacherous words.

She didn’t really know where she was going, but crying in a car was the only option she had. Jothi had never seen her cry before, and for good reason. The tears that streamed down her cheeks were golden red, shimmering and catching the headlights of cars coming in the other direction. Where they hit the jumper they would stain. Where they hit solid surfaces, they would dry to golden flakes.

It was chance (or was it?) that took her past the hotel Sobek was staying in, and she pulled into the parking lot as she remembered his room number. Her banging on his door was not quiet or patient and when he opened it, he looked angry and then confused. Freyja’s cheeks were painted with the remains of her golden tears, making her glow in the bulb light.

“So fuck me then,” she demanded, pushing him back inside. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Sobek grabbed hold of the back of Freyja's neck and dragged her against him, crushing their lips together.


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