Side Story: 3
Title: Freya's The Chef From Hell!
Earlier Morning.
It's acceptable if she invites someone and they're late—she is patient, or if she invites someone and happens to be late to the meeting because she likely found something better to do.
But to ask her out early in the morning only to not show up even now is exhausting for Freya, and for once, she was only an hour late to the site.
Of course, this also allowed Freya to look out the Early Dawn Cafe's window, her slim fingers exposed from her baggy robes as she rested her cheek on her hand, a luminous lock of her silver hair bouncing out and making the already enamored staff of the pub gulp collectively.
She doesn't mind if 'that' Goddess is late for their meeting. Her silver-lilac hues gaze upon the flowing wave of Adventurers in the North-West Main, also known as the 'Adventurers' Path.' She observes the streets brimming with life. Her special senses gaze upon the hope-filled souls of the rookie adventurers and their tame, dull seniors. Almost all the adventurers on the street are Level 1, she reckons. Maybe a handful of them will be Level 2 veterans. The level of an adventurer is not seen through their souls. An adventurer can have the darkest and the meekest soul and still be a top adventurer.
'Then there are the likes of Lili and Finn.' They aren't the only ones, Freya muses. Her Familia's top echelons are the same. A type of soul steeped with legends, earning the ires of the world and tribulations so callous that these men and women aim to survive and grow in the most extreme manners. Their souls still echo with tales of the past, legends untold, and potential untapped. Loki had been lucky to gain a few such members, but Freya understands these men and women will always reach the top of their generation whenever they 'return.'
'I would not have understood all this if it wasn't for Hera,' Freya's eyes sparkle with cold hatred, thinly veiling a pool of respect and admiration.
'The Zeus and Hera Familia were filled with such men and women, but they still lost.'
'And everyone dies.'
She thinks strangely, recalling Ottar's question while observing the smiles and peals of laughter of the adventurers walking in the den of death and torture with wild ambitions.
'Did you not speak of leaving this world to embrace his soul?' Her most loyal 'son's' words resurface in her mind, making her feel complicated. She's experienced this notion many times.
While she never felt the urge to leave Gekai for any soul she's witnessed, she did state to Ottar she would leave this plane to embrace Jackal's soul should he die.
But she never mentioned two things to anyone, not even the Orario's 'King.'
'Will I even find his soul in this Tenkai?' Freya's silver eyes flicker with a sense of unreal fascination, which twists into a look of utter confusion. 'Dead or living, it shouldn't matter if I'm with him.' Her eyes observe the lively adventurers again. 'It shouldn't matter, but why do I feel my chest tighten? Many children of mine died, awaiting me loyally in Tenkai, even those who joined my Familia not to find a Family but to try and win me over. I never felt bad for them, for I understand life does not end with death. It is an experience we all must face, endure, and appreciate. So, why?'
She exhales loudly, her human heart beating frantically in her chest.
The thought of Jackal's death 'takes' something from her, a part she doesn't understand.
'Maybe Jackal and other mortals are right to believe that Deities like us have no reason to lord ourselves as the better breed when we need more help than we realize,' Freya retracts her gaze, unable to understand the source of her confusion. Her confusion settles with no easy answer available. And her perfect lips curl into a confident smile.
'It's not like my Odr will die. I have time to contemplate this new flavor of confusion he's gifted me by his presence. Hmm~!'
"I- I'm sorry to disturb you, Ma'am!"
A young, brown-haired chienthrope waitress in a sky-blue skirt uniform walks up to Freya's table and introduces her presence, holding a stack of parchments and paper rolled into a scroll.
"Oh, dear." Freya's predominantly seductive voice makes the girl blush as everyone in the cafe strains their senses to savor the 'unknown' Goddess' voice. "It is no disturbance at all. Did you need something?"
"Y- yes! I mean, n-no! Someone from Loki Familia wanted me to hand this to you." The girl squeaks, her face beet red as her mind delves into their trenches of depravity. Her watery-brown eyes evade a peek of Freya's lips shyly as she sets the scroll on the table.
"Thank you," Freya smiles, a glance of her silver eyes captivating the woman in place before she nods furiously and leaves with unstable steps and a rapidly swaying tail.
The Goddess focuses on the delivered scroll. Her gaze takes a moment to appreciate the seal of Loki Familia in the form of a laughing trickster. It is odd. As much of a chaotic Goddess Loki is, using deceit in ways many Godkings cannot hope to imagine, she stays rooted in her identity. She is strangely honest with her seal and emblems.
'So, she made me wait only to send this stack of papers?'
It has been hours.
Had it been another deity, Freya would have left long ago, but Loki is special.
There are many unsaid reasons why Loki and her Familia rose to prominence so quickly after Zeus and Hera Familia's defeat.
'What do you have in mind this time?' Freya smiles, knowing Loki would try to stir her in some manner with this act. But Loki will fail.
'I'm better, in body and mind,' she narrows her eyes. Her fingers unseal the scroll, her actions coming across as elegant without trying.
The first paper on the stack details a short passage in the familiar handwriting of the Trickster Goddess.
—Dear Dick For Brain.—
Freya glances at the words, understanding this was rightly sent for her. After all, her Odr's dick occupies every recess of her mind and thinking. This does not offend Freya at all. Someone has to obsess and fuss over her Odr eventually, and it shall be her, rightfully so.
—We've had our differences over the year, right? We got back at each other constantly before deciding we won't keep the 'gross' score but net them out instead. I remember it's still 1-0 in your favor. So, the next couple of papers will show you how I put the Eagle Feather Robe you lent me in Tenkai many moons ago on Artemis' Festival to good use. And remember, you can have the robe back. But I'll wash it before returning. Oh, and yeah, I'm not gonna show up.—
Freya narrows her eyes, recalling the robes. She'd lent it to Loki a long time ago before she somehow smuggled it into Gekai. That robe is a divine artifact with less than-useful properties, but it caught Loki's eye like Jackal caught Freya's attention.
The Goddess of Beauty casually flips the paper and flinches. The corner of her beautiful eyes twitch, and she realizes Loki woke up today and chose chaos.
As one can expect, deities have long lives. They are immortal until killed. So most Deities like to learn new things.
It's not a stroke of luck that Freya knows how to weave threads, expertly fashioning her Odr into a body pillow—she learned how to do it. She can also draw impeccably, brew, design, paint, and more. Her cooking is a specialty beloved by her Familia!
So, it is right to say the pictures Loki can draw, no matter how degrading, are at the top of mortal artwork! The details, the mood generated from an odd set of colors, the shading, the sketch work before and afterward to bring the picture to life, and—
"That bitch."
Freya vibrates in her seat with annoyance, muttering softly under her breath, yet her silver pupils take time to appreciate the scene in front of her. It's clear why Loki didn't show up. She's probably performing said acts painted on the pictures sent to her with a man whose face is hidden, but the details of his conquering 'babel' let Freya discern her Odr.
Loki paints a vivid picture of her and a faceless Jackal mounting the counter and committing all sorts of deeds.
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"Fuck no," Jackal stares at an eager Loki. "We won't do it on my counter!"
"Come on!"
"No."
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Freya flips to another painting.
Loki's body is pressed against the walls, Jackal fitting snugly inside her despite differences in their sizes.
'And they call me names when I've never dealt with such difference in size like that flat excuse of a Goddess.' The Goddess of Beauty snorts.
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"You are a fool to think we're going to fuck in any way that dirties the shop, even against the wall!"
"Just cum inside me," Loki shrugs, sitting atop the counter as her bare feet gently massage his erection against his trousers. "We'll plug it. I don't mind."
"I meant other drippy stuff," Jackal shrugs. "You're kind of too wet."
"Hey!"
"It's a compliment," he shrugs again.
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Freya's breath hitches with envy as Loki has Jackal lie on the floor, not mounting him completely but letting his thick tip press against her wet lips.
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"No?" Loki moans.
"Nope."
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Finally, Freya's gaze settles on the last sheet. It's markedly more passionate. Jackal and Loki remain in a chair. The Trickster Goddess' small body fits against his upside down, her lips kissing the root of his cock as Freya can imagine her Odr's shaft fitting in Loki's throat while Jackal hugs the woman's waist, his hands possessively grip her perky ass, his face pressed into her crotch. Freya cannot see what Jackal is doing, but she easily imagines him rocking the daylights out of Loki as opposed to vice versa.
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"Oh, that we can do," Jackal nods casually as Loki lets out a breath of relief, placing her bento on the table as she decides to snack while tossing ideas to Jackal.
"Fucking finally," she whines.
"You're going to suck me right after eating?"
"Yep."
"Clean your mouth, at least! It could be spicy!"
"You're a whole damn ungrateful for a guy about to have his cock sucked by the top Goddess in Orario!"
"Fine, I'll munch some spicy chicken and lick the shit out of you."
Loki grows silent before huffing, "Let's not be hasty."
'Damn, I didn't think my plans to get back at that dumb bitch would be met with such opposition!' She moans in distress internally. 'But she doesn't need to know. For all she knows, Jackal and I did all of it~!'
"What are you smiling at?" Jackal questions curiously.
"Nothing, it's the taste of victory!"
"Well, I don't know how you tasted it without putting your lips around my dick, but sure."
Loki works her jaws before smirking prominently, realizing she may have done all that even without trying to goad Freya. In this situation, for some magical reason, teasing the shit out of Freya became a bonus for Loki instead of the main show.
"It tastes more like a defeat after one pump," she shoots back.
"Hey, it can taste like Syr's cooking from what I hear as long as you swallow," he shrugs again, grinning at the Goddess.
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'This is stressful to look at,' Freya stares at the stack of paper, feeling her body on edge as if her lover's body pillow needs her in their room again.
'But I should keep these for future reference.'
She stows the scroll into her robe.
'After I have some fun with bodypillow Odr, I'll have to cook for Ottar and others, including other girls, to relieve all my stress.
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Alternate Title: Freya's a Patient Hoe; Complicated Emotions; Jackal Was Right, These Deities Need Therapy!; Jackal's Dicktherapy Coming Soon!; Freya Sees More Than Others Can Imagine; The Truth of Souls; The Legacy of Past; The Lucky Influences; Some Men and Women Always Return; Loki Woke Up And Chose Chaos!; The Fearless Slut; The Artist; The Cook; Never Let Freya Cook; Loki's Plan Dismantled By a Sincere Jackal; The Voice of Purity and Insult—Jackal; Mayo? No. It Tastes Like Victory!; Freya's Hit By Real Life Jackal-Loki CG Art; Loki's The Advocate of Hentai Games; Freya Enters Kitchen *Her Familia and Hostess of Fertility*—Hears Doom OST; Freya's Keeping It For Research; The Call of Freya's Body Pillow; Freya's Bedroom Becomes The New Frontier Region In The Future; The Bane of Bento Daddy Jackal—Hell Chef Freya!
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