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Freyja ([info]brightandfair) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2021-07-28 23:18:00

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Entry tags:freyja, much the miller's son

WHO Freyja & Much
WHEN Tuesday night
WHERE Freyja's apartment
WHAT Let's talk about the ins and outs
WARNINGS eventually smut

Since coming to New York, Freyja felt she hadn't been her usual highly social self. Back in Washougal she had built such a life for herself. It hadn't been hard at all: Freyja was outgoing and friendly and had a true interest in getting to know people around her. With her beloved Jothi she'd hosted dinner parties and cook outs and gone along to community gatherings, and there hadn't been anyone in town who didn't know her at least a little.

But since leaving that life (her friends and her job and her cheating vámr of an ex-boyfriend) Freyja felt like she'd made her life smaller. Perhaps it didn't help that coming here she'd discovered her brother to be taken over by a demon, something that even she hadn't realised for far too long.

Cheating partners and demon face stealers: both of those things made Freyja a little warier than she might have been in the past. They made her doubt herself. She had been hurt too badly.

But hurts must pass, and the winter could not stay to bleak forever, and perhaps inviting over Freyr's Merry Man friend to make her drinks (and perhaps to take to bed) was a good start. She'd spoken to Much a few times online, but they had never met in person. Tonight she would change that.

"And you are going to be nice," she told Honkers, who had taken up residence on the breakfast bar even though she had continuously removed him. She knew she let him get away with too much, but his grumpy foolish little face was irresistible to Freyja.

When the doorbell rang, Freyja walked through to open it, briefly checking her dress in the mirror as she did.

She pulled the door open and found Much on the other side, giving him the brightest of smiles. "Heil og sæl," she said, before wrapping her arms around him in a warm hug. Freyja was such a hugger. "It's so nice to meet you, Much."


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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-07-29 05:11 am UTC (link)
Much figured the chances of tonight ending in sex were pretty high, or maybe he just hoped it? She hadn't actually said 'come over for sex' and he couldn't just make assumptions based on the number of goddesses he'd been around lately who seemed all too happy to slip out of their clothes and into something more comfortable (like a bed, or a chaise lounge, or a door... or an alley...)

So he couldn't assume. No - he shouldn't assume. But it was right there in the front of his mind, making him feel guilty already because he didn't just want sex out of people. Usually.

No but seriously. He really got on with Freyr and he genuinely liked talking to Freyja online and he genuinely liked making drinks for people and honest to god - honest to god - if making her drinks and getting to know her better was all that happened tonight, then that was fine! He'd made a friend! He didn't need sex. He didn't need it.

No matter how good she looked in that dress - or how good she felt, pressed against his body. Much made a sound of pleasant surprise, and gave her one of his famous hugs. "Heil og s- you're going to have to teach me how to say that," Much grinned, setting her down. "It's so good to meet you too, I love a new drinks guinea pig friend."

Sex or not, she was going to have a good time tonight, he was going to make sure of it.

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[info]brightandfair
2021-07-29 06:51 am UTC (link)
"Heil og sæl," Freyja repeated with a bright and easy laugh as she led him into the kitchen so he could put his things down. "It's an Old Norse greeting," she said, and her accent still held the memory of that land. "It means 'healthy and happy'."

Honkers was no longer on the breakfast bar, and she cast a casual glance around to see if she could spot him causing trouble. She couldn't, which was trouble of its own.

"I'm sure I'll be as healthy as an ox by the time you're done with me," Freyja said, daring to have a peak into his bag of supplies.

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-07-29 07:13 am UTC (link)
"Heil og sæl," Much smiled back, her laugh lightening his spirits and making him want to laugh too. "Hopefully you'll be happy as an ox too, aren't they notoriously happy, oxen?" Much said, opening the bag to let her look. He hadn't gone overboard (couldn't afford it) but he'd bought the chocolate bitters he'd been playing with at home, and a block of dark chocolate to use as a garnish, some raspberry syrup and a sprig of fresh mint, which was wilting a little in the heat. "Raspberry chocolate martini to start you off?"

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[info]brightandfair
2021-07-29 07:22 am UTC (link)
"Perhaps only in a china shop, if popular idiom is to be believed?" Freyja said, as she opened one of the kitchen cupboards to show him her bottles of spirits.

"That sounds like a very delicious mix," Freyja agreed with a decisive nod and moved towards the fridge to pull out an unmarked bottle of her own recently brewed beer and put it down on the bench in front of him. "But you have to try something I made as well."

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-07-29 09:13 am UTC (link)
Much made an impressed noise at her liquor collection and an intrigued one at the naked bottle of beer. "Sounds fair, what is it?" he said, snagging her cocktail shaker from the cupboard, as well as a bottle of vodka.

Freyja had a well stocked liquor cupboard, yes, and even the cupboard itself was beautiful. Freyja's whole apartment was beautiful. It was something that would have struck warning bells in his head, the same way it did with anyone he met who lived in such luxury, but lately Much's head was far too full of other things for any warning bells to break through.

Besides, she was nice. Like Aphrodite was nice. Like even Belinda could be nice, sometimes, when she let him have what he wanted...

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[info]brightandfair
2021-07-29 09:17 am UTC (link)
"I brew my own beer," she said, opening the lid and letting it fizz its intentions. "I like to test it out on people, and this is one of my newest batches." She reached for a glass and poured him some. It was pale yellow with a white head of foam as she poured it, and it should have tasted like a hoppy sour with melon and raspberry. A perfect summer beer, and something a little interesting.

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-07-29 10:02 am UTC (link)
"Lemme get a wriggle on and get something in your hand too," Much said, speeding up his mixology before the beer could warm up. The ice crashed loudly against the metal of the shaker but he wasn't about to feed her a warm martini. If he was serving this at the bar he might even have fresh raspberries to garnish this with but here a tiny mountain of grated chocolate would have to do. "Try that," he said, sliding a glass over to her. "If I haven't balanced tart and sweet properly I'll see myself out," he took a sip of his own drink and added, "but Imma take this beer with me if I go."

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[info]brightandfair
2021-07-29 10:26 am UTC (link)
When she was handed the drink, Freyja first took a sniff but the alcohol was a lot stronger than the raspberry. It was there, but not predominant. But when she tasted it, there was a clear and delicious splash of chocolate and raspberry and Freyja nodded her approval. "This is so nice," she assured him. "Very chocolate, what a treat." She took another sip.

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-07-31 12:43 pm UTC (link)
"And yours! Mmmph," Much made a great face of enjoyment after taking another deep drink of her beer. "That is really freaking good. How long've you been brewing for? Is this a 'literally all my life' kind of thing or a 'I'm a hip goddess jumping on the craft beer bandwagon' type thing?"

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[info]brightandfair
2021-07-31 12:50 pm UTC (link)
"Not all my life," Freyja said with a shake of her head, twirling her own glass. "But since sometime in the 1500s? If I'm somewhere settled down enough and with the equipment, I always end up brewing. It's not one of my areas as a goddess, but I enjoy it." She leaned in across the counter towards him, chin resting on her hand. "Do you have any hobbies that have followed you like that?"

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-07-31 01:13 pm UTC (link)
"Ah, so only as long as I've been alive," Much said with a wink, leaning in as well like her movement drew him toward her. "I like cooking, I like experimenting with things and surprising people, drinks too. Sometimes it's not great but it's never boring," he grinned, and then he cleared his throat and added in a gruff voice, "also manly shit like swords," but couldn't maintain the rough edge before he grinned at her again.

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[info]brightandfair
2021-07-31 01:33 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, you like swords?" Freyja asked Much with a grin, moving past him and taking him by the hand so that she could lead him further into the living room and towards the far end. That wall held one of her very favourite collections: her antique swords and knives, 24 of them all of them displayed neatly and within hands reach. She could have had more, but they had never been about quantity to Freyja.

There were some very beautiful and special items here. There was an 18th Century khanjar from India, a German tridant parrying dagger, a 10th century viking sword, an Celtic iron sword from 60BC. Many of the swords were far less interesting at a casual glance, but Freyja loved them all.

"I have been collecting swords my entire life," she said, taking a sip of her delicious cocktail as they stood in front of the wall.

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-07-31 10:19 pm UTC (link)
"You are so cool," Much said, getting as close as he dared to the ancient iron sword to peer at the hilt, curious about the odd grip before he realised "Oh it's a person!" He got a little closer still, careful to keep his half finished beer away, trying to make out the features of the face on the hilt.

As many years as Much had been around in this world, he never felt old. No one pictured the Merry Men as old - Tuck, maybe, but not Much, who had the word son in his name - so while he could understand that he'd been around a long time, it was difficult to make that feel like age. And staring at swords that had been around four times as long as he had kinda made him feel like he hadn't been on this planet long at all.

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[info]brightandfair
2021-07-31 11:17 pm UTC (link)
"I love that one," Freyja smiled, coming up closer. "The original Freyja, the one who lives in Scandinavia, she sent that to me a century ago when I said how much I missed this whole collection now that I was in the new world. Luckily I'm a generous person." She made a small laugh at the complexities of another self. "You can hold one if you want. I always feel like swords want to be held, no matter how old and precious."

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-07-31 11:52 pm UTC (link)
Oh hell yes Much wanted to hold a sword. "Hold my beer," he said, the light of ancient memes in his eyes, and grinned at her as he passed it over.

He was careful though, as he picked the iron Celtic beauty off the wall, testing the weight of it in his hands. It was way older than he was, had traveled further than he had, and damn he bet he looked awesome with it. He gave it a swing, every muscle in his body singing the familiar swordsman song as he cut through the air, though the beam on his face wasn't at all dangerous. "Do you fight too?" he asked, spinning to point the tip at her (and re-discovering, suddenly, what a stunning beauty she was, with a drink in both hands and a wall of swords behind her, fuck, he was definitely developing a crush.)

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[info]brightandfair
2021-08-01 12:06 am UTC (link)
Freyja picked up put the drinks down on the sideboard and picked up one of the swords herself, a much new rapier from 19th century France and spun it in her own hands. "I have been known to," Freyja said, with a few easy swings of the sword. "Not much call for it now, but in the great days I used to lead the Valkyries into battle."

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-08-01 03:13 am UTC (link)
Much let out a low whistle as he watched her. "Damn, you look good with that sword," he said, captivated (and definitely turned on) by the way she moved. He copied her, though didn't try and parry, not with these relics, even if she thought they might like to be held. "We should spar sometime, I'd love to get you all sweaty." Well, that had slipped out perhaps faster than he'd meant it, but Much threw a flirtacious grin in with it so at least it wasn't slipping out alone.

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[info]brightandfair
2021-08-01 03:17 am UTC (link)
"Would you now?" Freyja asked him with a flirtatious smile of her own, holding the sword up in front of her face as though about to begin a duel. When Freyja brought it back down, she said, "War isn't my only area of expertise," she said, approaching him slowly. "I am a goddess of sex as well."

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-08-01 03:28 am UTC (link)
Oh. Hell. Yes. Please. Much kept his eyes on her like he would an opponent, but only so he could watch every single move she made toward him, while he stayed rooted to the spot, tingling with anticipation. "I believe it," he said, deciding to do away with any coyness whatsoever. "You're very, very sexy."

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[info]brightandfair
2021-08-01 03:32 am UTC (link)
"I am," she smiled brightly at him, resting the tip of the sword against the carpet and reaching out to run a finger down his chest. "And I think we could be very sexy together, if you'd like that?"

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-08-01 03:40 am UTC (link)
She made him so hot! Holy shit, women with swords touching his chest, yes more of this right now. "I think you're a sexy genius," Much said, stepping forward to wrap an arm around her waist and draw them closer together, keeping his own sword out of the way as he leaned in and kissed her. She tasted a little of chocolate liquor and oh man, he was a genius too.

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[info]brightandfair
2021-08-01 03:54 am UTC (link)
Even after a thousands years of living life, of seducing and being seduced by all sort of men, there was still a delectable thrill for Freyja in kissing someone new. Standing this close now she could see that they were close in height, although Freyja was a little taller. (This was not unusual or unattractive for Freyja: She was slightly taller than the average woman in America, and so was not unused to being with shorter men. Besides, Freyja had slept with dwarves. She knew power in the bedroom didn't correlate to height.)

Freyja lifted the non-sword hand to Much's cheek, thumb brushing against the slight roughness of a day's worth of stubble. "I would very much like for you to undress me," she said, breaking the kiss but speaking against his lips with her eyes still closed. "We should put these swords away."

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-08-01 04:08 am UTC (link)
"Mmmhm," Much agreed, though he lingered against her mouth for a moment longer, taking her bottom lip between his, his hand heavy on the small of her back and his other hand growing tighter around the hilt of the sword. "Yeah," he had to move, since his other hand didn't want to only hold that sword. "Safety first, right?!" He grinned as he made himself pull back, though it was another moment before he could pull his eyes away from Freyja and turn, to put the probably priceless and very sexy old sword carefully back on its hook.

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[info]brightandfair
2021-08-01 04:11 am UTC (link)
Freyja set her own sword back into its display hook, running a hand over her blonde waves as she did. When she turned it was to see that Honkers had leapt up onto the back of the couch and was looking at Much with interest.

"Ah," Freyja said, observing the big grey boy. "Someone has come to make his presence known. This is Honkers, a very naughty boy."

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-08-01 04:42 am UTC (link)
For a hot second Much thought the someone was an approaching person, and had to try to get a hold of his face so he wouldn't look too disappointed because he really, really wanted to get Freyja out of that dress. But their third wheel was a very round boy with yellow eyes who Much had heard about online, and just like with the beers and the swords he was instantly charmed. "Honkers, your reputation precedes you," he stepped toward the couch, holding out his hand. "Nice to meet a fellow sneaky outlaw."

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[info]brightandfair
2021-08-01 04:49 am UTC (link)
Honker leaned in to sniff the offered fingers for a long few moments and then dropped his head and butted it against Much's hand quite firmly.

Behind them both, Freyja smiled a little. She talked a lot about what a monster Honkers was, but she adored him and he- like many a cat- was an excellent judge of character. (She wished that she had listened to him when he'd showed such dislike of Freyr, and maybe she would have known sooner what was happening to her brother.) If Honkers liked Much- enough to have now rolled onto his back on the wide top of the couch so he could have his belly rubbed- then Freyja knew she'd made the right choice in inviting him around.

"Honkers is too aware that he is the prince of this household."

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-08-01 05:24 am UTC (link)
"Is he going to gut my arm like a fish?" Much asked, though he was already reaching to stroke the offered belly, sinking his fingers deep into the thick fur. "I don't usually get on with princes," Much told Honkers seriously. "But I might have to make an exception. Are you a benevolent ruler?"

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[info]brightandfair
2021-08-01 05:28 am UTC (link)
"He is not," Freyja said with a barked laugh, coming over and rubbing behind Honkers' ears while he luxuriated in Much's attention. "He is a little tyrant." Honkers blinked his eyes slowly at her as though to say 'maybe I am a tyrant, but you still can't resist me.'

Freyja took her hands off Honkers and leaned in to kiss Much's throat, his lips soft against him. "And," she said quietly, "he's trying to steal your attention from me."

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-08-01 05:41 am UTC (link)
"Mmmm, it's not working," Much said, a heavy shiver running right down his body at her kiss, at her words. It had been working a little, briefly, but now his hands pulled her hips closer and then roamed up her back to see what they could do about this 'undress me' business. "You can have all my attention," he said as he kissed her again, interrupting his kisses with words or maybe his words with kisses. "You sexy, sword-weilding, beer-brewing goddess."

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[info]brightandfair
2021-08-01 10:02 am UTC (link)
Freyja could embrace that praise and with a smile she kissed him deeply, drawing him backwards with her across the apartment. The bedroom was on the far side, but lucky there was only a simple hallway to get to it (once she'd maneuvered them around some chairs.)

In the bedroom - all shades of white and gold, sheep skin rugs and a tapestry of a falcon hanging behind the bed - she stopped kissing him for long enough to move his hand down to the bow tied in the middle of her dress. It was a simple wrap and with a tug the whole thing would come open, only a pair of white lace panties then between them. But as she'd said: she wanted Much to undress her.

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[info]muchofamuchness
2021-08-01 12:52 pm UTC (link)
He'd appreciate her room decor later; there was something about a tapestry that just fucking slapped - but right now the most important thing was the tie on her dress, and the way the knot slipped open in his hands.

Much smiled at her as he parted the dress, as he ran his hands over her shoulders to encourage it to fall with a very sexy whisper to the floor. He bit his lip, his hands exploring over toned muscles till they reached her last bit of lace, and peeled then down her strong legs.

"This is feeling very unbalanced," he admitted, each moment he looked at her making him feel harder and harder. He surged forward and kissed her again, his time his hands working at his own clothes, of which there were way, way too many.

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[info]brightandfair
2021-08-01 12:54 pm UTC (link)
"I'm happy to help you find balance," Freyja told him with a smile, drawing his shirt off as he worked at his pants. She let him continue that while she ran her hands over his chest, leaning in to kiss along his now bare skin.

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