If the doppelganger had had a bit longer in Freyja's body to get used to her, instead of having to learn on the fly- if its particular skills included copying the powers of the gods as well as their physical attributes- Well if wishes were horses, the demon would be riding Sleipnir all over Freyja's cunting face.
Fuck this shit. Fuck it. She was choking, Freyja's arm tight around her throat, and she tried to claw and scratch at Freyja's arm, reaching for her face, a thin, agonised wheeze managing to escape her. "You'll regret-" she tried to say, cut off with a choke. She felt like her eyes were bugging as she fought for air, her struggles getting weaker.