Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing and the Gods of Thunder ❯ Freya Gets Her Way, Sort Of ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 10: Freya Gets Her Way, Sort Of

Freya rapped politely on the door to the room Zechs and Treize were sharing. “Gentlemen, is there anything I can do for you?”

Treize opened the door and peeked out. “Thank you for asking, Freya, but we're fine.”

“No we aren't!” Zechs groaned from inside. “I hate this! I keep throwing up! It sucks!”

Freya pushed a little rudely past Treize so she could see Zechs. “But surely you are past the first trimester. You look so large. Women normally get over this phase after the first trimester.”

Zechs stared accusingly at Treize. “Did you hear that? I'm huge! I told you so!” And then he doubled over, retching helplessly.

“You poor dear!” Freya exclaimed, but she didn't sound very sympathetic.

Treize rolled his eyes. “Zechs, my love, you look wonderful. It is only natural for you to be a little round at this stage…”

“A little round?!” Zechs put his hands on his protruding midsection and blinked tearfully. “I'll never have a flat stomach again! I'll be fat and flabby and…”

“Hush!” Treize put his arms around him and pulled Zechs' head onto his shoulder. “I'll still love you, even if you end up with a plump tummy.”

“Waahhh!” Zechs wailed.

Treize groaned. “He's normally not like this,” he said to Freya. “He's usually very stoic and manly. I think it's the hormones.”

“Perhaps he's getting close to his time.”

Frey appeared in the doorway. “What's all this? Is poor Zechs still feeling ill?”

“A little bit,” Treize said, sounding a little tired.

“I have just the thing for an upset stomach,” Frey announced. He swept into the room and handed Zechs a twig with three tiny green leaves on it. “Eat the leaves, it will settle your stomach.”

“Really?” Zechs sniffed.

“Is that safe for the baby?” asked Treize.

“Don't you want me to feel better?” Zechs demanded accusingly.

“Yes!” Treize said quickly. “Go ahead, eat them.”

Zechs plucked a leaf off the branch and nibbled it. He blinked for a moment and then ate the rest of the leaf. Then he quickly plucked the other two leaves and munched them down. He beamed at Frey. “Oh, thank you, Frey! I feel so much better. Maybe I can even eat something now.”

“Wonderful!” Frey trilled. “Why don't you come with me? I have a wonderful bit of sweet bread pudding; just the thing to soothe a troubled digestion.”

Zechs stood up and took Frey's arm. “You are so thoughtful, Frey.”

“Anything for you, my beauty.”

Treize watched them leave with an annoyed expression, but he looked relieved too.

“Now that he's taken care of,” Freya said sweetly, “why don't we go for a walk? Wouldn't you like to go outside for a little while?”

“Yes, I would,” Treize sighed. “His mood swings are getting a little hard to take.”

Freya looped her arm through his and guided him outside. “Men are not meant to carry young.”

“So it would seem,” Treize said absently. “Mind you, I still adore him without measure, but how many times must I tell him he doesn't look fat?”

“He is very big right now,” Freya remarked wickedly.

“Don't start!” Treize exclaimed. “If he hears you, he'll cry for hours.”

“On another subject then,” said Freya, “have you never considered devoting your affection to a woman?” She blinked at him with large doe-like eyes.

“Um…” said Treize.

“You have!” Freya pounced on his hesitation. “You have loved a woman before! Why then are you with another man? Surely a woman is more suitable for a gentleman of your clearly exceptional prowess. Why don't you spend a few moments with me and let me remind you how sweet a woman's love can be?”

“Uh… That's ok…” Treize pulled his arm out of Freya's grasp and backed up a few paces. “It would be ungentlemanly of me to betray Zechs while he's carrying my child…”

Freya stalked toward him slowly. “But you would if he wasn't?” she urged. “But he won't be pregnant forever, and while he is, how can he satisfy your needs?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You must be aching with unfulfilled desire. I am more than ready to satisfy your every whim.” She moved her mouth toward his.

Treize panicked. He grabbed her soft, womanly arms, yanked them from around his neck and shoved her away. Freya rather unceremoniously fell onto her shapely butt.

“No thank you!” Treize said firmly. “Zechs keeps me more than satisfied, even fat and moody!”

“You think I'm fat and moody?!”

Zechs and Frey stood a dozen paces down the trail. Treize flushed and then went pale.

“We, ah, thought perhaps you might want to join us for tea,” Frey said with a sickly grin on his face.

Zechs stared at Treize while big tears welled up in the corners of his beautiful blue eyes.

“That's not what I meant!” Treize exclaimed in a panic. “I was just saying…”

“That I'm fat and moody and you'd rather do it with her!” Zechs pointed a trembling finger at Freya and burst into tears. Then he turned and fled back toward the house.

“By all that's holy!” Treize roared. “Now look what you've done!” he shouted at Freya. He raced after Zechs. “Zechs! Wait! You know I love you! Please!”

Frey looked after them. “Well, dear sister, it looks as though you've been rejected rather firmly.”

Freya stood up with a very unattractive scowl on her face. “These are not normal men! A woman as beauteous as I would never be scorned like this by normal men!” Furiously, she straightened her gown and stamped off through the trees, muttering in a most unladylike way.

Treize caught up with Zechs just in time to get locked out of their cottage.

“Zechs! Let me in!”

“No! You don't love me anymore because I'm fat and moody!”

Treize pounded on the door. “Please let me explain! Stop being foolish!”

“So I'm fat, moody and foolish!”

Treize slumped to the ground. “Zechs, you're killing me! You know I love you. Please let me in.”

After a moment, Zechs opened the door. “I hate feeling like this. I'm either throwing up or crying. Quatre really owes me big time.”

Treize embraced him. “It will stop once you have the baby.”

“I hope so. Maybe I just need to get laid.”

“That would certainly make me feel better.”

“You could have done it with Freya.”

“No I couldn't.” Treize kissed Zechs on the nose. “You know I can't get it up for anyone but you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Zechs giggled. “Why don't you lock the door?”

“I thought you were hungry.”

“I'm hungry for something else right now.”

Treize nuzzled his neck. “Can I strip you naked? I want to kiss your big round belly.”

“Treize!”

“It gets me hot.”

Zechs giggled again. “You're such a pervert!”

“Um hm,” Treize agreed. “And I want to do all kinds of sick and perverted things to you right now. Like this.”

“Ooohhh!”

“And this.”

“Aaahhh!”

“And then there's always this, which is a personal favorite of mine.”

“Oh, Treize!” Zechs groaned. “Go ahead, have your way with me. That feels so good.”

Outside the closed door, Frey sighed. “I guess I'm having tea alone today.”

Across the valley, Heero and Wu-Fei engaged in what Freya would probably have considered a much more manly pursuit. The clanging of their swords as they sparred echoed under the trees.

“You're getting lazy, Fei!” Heero shouted. “That's the third time you've let your scales deflect a strike instead of using your sword.”

“I like to use all the weapons at my disposal,” Wu-Fei retorted and he shot a jet of flame at Heero's face.

“Bastard!” Heero cried. He ducked under the flame and came up swinging. Wu-Fei turned the blow with his sword and executed a swift counterstrike. Heero deflected it and crashed his sword into Wu-Fei's back, but this time he turned the blade so the flat cracked across Wu-Fei's scales instead of the edge. Instead of skittering across the scales like previous hits, the blow landed cleanly and Wu-Fei was tumbled across the clearing by the impact. “Ha!”

Wu-Fei rolled onto his knees, wheezing. “That one knocked the wind out of me!” he gasped.

Heero rested his sword tip on the ground. “See? Relying on the scales isn't a good thing. Emergencies only, right?”

“Right,” Wu-Fei nodded breathlessly. He climbed unsteadily to his feet. “Let's take a break. I need a drink of water.”

“Ok.”

They sat down side by side on a fallen log and took turns drinking from the canteen they'd brought with them.

“What do you suppose the heroes are doing on their day off?” Wu-Fei wondered.

“Probably eating and fucking,” Heero snorted. “Like you need a whole day for that. Lazy bums.”

“Duo would call that the perfect day.”

“'Cause he's a lazy bum.”

“But you've got to admit: he's raised eating, drinking and fucking to an art form.”

“If you say so.”

Wu-Fei reached over his shoulder and scratched. “Dang, I'm starting to itch. Do you mind if I go back to Heimdall's now? I think I'd like to take a bath and get thoroughly oiled.”

“Sure, go ahead. I think I'll just run through a few dozen katas to wind down.”

“Later.”

After Wu-Fei was gone, Heero started going through his forms. He'd just finished the seventh when polite applause and a sparkling laugh surprised him. He turned around to find Freya standing behind him.

“You make combat look like a beautiful dance, Master Heero,” Freya said. “It is a pleasure to watch you.”

“Ah, thanks.”

“Please don't let me disturb you. Continue with your exercises.” Freya took a graceful seat on the log and fixed her eyes on him.

Heero decided to ignore her and continue with his practice. After he'd finished a few more forms, he looked over to find Freya still sitting on the log.

“Isn't this kind of boring for you?”

“Not at all.” Freya favored him with a stunning smile. “Your body is in such perfect condition; I enjoy watching you move. You must have incredible stamina.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Is this the only thing you do for exercise?” Freya leaned forward and her gown gaped open, revealing her deep cleavage. “Isn't there anything else you like to do to work up a sweat?”

Heero paled. “Um… well… I… ah…”

“Oh, come now,” Freya sparkled. “I've heard the story of how young Roku came into being. You had a part in that. Perhaps your manliness might fill me as it did your handsome blond friend.”

Heero took a step backward. “I thought you wanted Treize…”

Freya flipped her hair back over her shoulder and frowned. “Treize isn't interested in anyone but his pretty lover. I can't get him to look at me.” She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them. “But you can see these, can't you?”

Heero backed up another step. “They're, ah, quite large… But you see I'm not really into that kind of thing and…”

“No!” Freya jumped to her feet. “I will have no more of this nonsense. It's all very well and good for men to entertain each other when there's nothing else to do, but when it's time to father children, they need to just get on with it and plant their seeds in women!” She pointed an imperious finger at Heero. “You will produce an erect member right now and service me without delay!”

“What?!”

Freya stamped up to Heero and yanked down his pants. “Aha! I knew it! Look at that! If that mighty oak cannot get me with child, nothing can.” She hiked her dress up over her hips, revealing very shapely thighs and a round, pert bottom. Then she grabbed hold of Heero and started rubbing briskly. The more she rubbed, the rounder her eyes got. “In Odin's name!” she cried. “How much bigger will it get?”

“Ah, Miss Freya!” Heero gasped. “Please stop doing that!”

“Not a chance!” she cried, “Not until I have experienced the full length and breadth of this instrument of sexual power! I can only imagine the flood of manly seed you will produce! My juices are flowing just at the thought of it!” She whirled around and dropped onto her hands and knees. “Look, is not this sight familiar enough to arouse your passions? Just aim a little lower and give me the full benefit of your mighty shaft! Have pity on me, I beseech you.”

“Oh, hell!” Heero exclaimed and he dropped onto his knees and grabbed Freya by the hips.

“Yes!” Freya cried. Her breasts bounced back and forth, finally spilling out of her dress entirely. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Heero grunted.

“Ahhh!!!” they cried together.

“Magnificent!” Freya exclaimed. “I know that will do the trick.” She climbed to her feet, pushed her dress back down and shoved her boobs back in. “Be honored, should it come about that your offspring should sit at the table of the gods.”

“Right…” Heero muttered. He pulled his pants up. “Can we not mention this to anyone please? I'd just as soon no one knew about this.”

“Why not? It is an honor to enjoy the favors of the renowned Freya. Your friends will brim with jealousy.” She planted a warm kiss on Heero's cheek. “Until we meet again.” And she swayed off through the trees, walking a little stiffly.

“Oh crap! They're never gonna let me forget this if they find out. Maybe she won't say anything.”

Heero was not in luck.

At dinner that night in Valhalla, Freya marched right up to him, planted a firm kiss on his cheek and murmured warmly, but rather loudly, into his ear, “Thank you again, Master Heero! I just know your seed is germinating in my womb at this very moment. I would not say no should you wish to tumble me again.” And then she strolled off to her seat at the high table, swaying her hips gracefully.

Wu-Fei and Heimdall stared at Heero.

“Heero,” said Wu-Fei, “did you do it with Freya?”

“Well, you see, it was like this…”

“You did!” Heimdall exclaimed, stricken. “Where is the justice?” he cried. “I, who have worshiped her every day for a thousand years, have barely savored the sweet tenderness of lying on her soft bosom and you have already cushioned your head there?”

“I didn't exactly lie on her…”

“Doggie-style, huh?” Wu-Fei guessed.

Heero shrugged. “She went for the familiar position.”

“Good call on her part.”

“How can you stand there discussing her charms so dispassionately?” Heimdall wailed. He buried his face in his hands. “This is so unfair!”

Wu-Fei patted his shoulder. “Take it easy, Heimdall. If Heero did knock her up, maybe she'll unwind a little bit and give you a ride.”

“Look, Fei,” Heero whispered. “You won't mention this to anyone, will you? Especially Duo, right?”

“Why, was it your first time?”

“No!”

“I meant with a girl.”

“No, it was not!”

Wu-Fei grinned. “Yes it was! And Duo would so totally rub Relena's nose in it.”

Heero hung his head. “What's your price?”

“Duo's been gone or preoccupied since yesterday. I'm feeling kind of neglected.”

“What? You're always complaining about how many times he does you.”

“I've gotten used to it. I kind of miss it.” He raised his eyebrows. “So I get your undivided attention tonight, right? I want at least three good ones. Maybe four.”

“Deal. And this thing with Freya stays between us.”

“No one will hear it from me,” said Wu-Fei. “But if he finds out from someone else, it's not my fault.” He grabbed Heero's hand. “Let's eat. I want to get back to Frey's and start collecting my payment.”

But no sooner had they sat down then Brunhilde appeared at their table, glaring fixedly at Heero.

“So tell me, mighty Heero,” she demanded, “what kind of man are you? I had thought you were a great warrior, but now I learn you find pleasure in the perfumed and scented bower of a fine lady's chamber.”

Heero went pale. “Uh… What are you talking about?”

“You know what I'm talking about!” Brunhilde planted her hands on her hips. “Just yesterday I offered you my womanly charms and you rejected me in favor of that soft and pampered goddess!” She pointed an angry finger at Freya. Freya pursed her lips and blew Brunhilde a little kiss. Brunhilde's face turned beet red. “How can you lie with a woman who would taunt a proven warrior like me?”

“I didn't… exactly… lie with her…” Heero stuttered.

“Be calm, Brunhilde,” Heimdall put in. “Freya is the goddess of love and beauty. What man alive could resist her?”

“Who indeed?” Brunhilde grinned maliciously. “Except perhaps that handsome gentleman Treize who dumped her on her ass rather than be touched by her mushy lips.”

Freya jumped to her feet. “How dare you!” she cried. “No such thing happened!”

“Oh yes it did!” Brunhilde shouted back. “I saw it with my own eyes. You offered him a kiss and he shoved you away.”

“Why you… you… steel-breasted whore!”

“Saggy-titted cow!”

“Argh!” Freya screamed and she leaped over the table and charged at Brunhilde. Brunhilde met her with a firm slap. Freya retaliated by yanking on Brunhilde's braids. And then the catfight really got started. Instantly, the heroes were on their feet, making bets and shouting encouragement to the combatants. When Brunhilde drew a knife, someone deftly disarmed her so she would have to fight with her hands.

“Shouldn't someone stop them?” Wu-Fei suggested.

“Nah,” a nearby warrior responded. “The last time this happened, Freya ended up naked and we all got a hefty eyeful.”

“Oh.”

Heimdall hung his head. “My beautiful Freya…”

“Look at the bright side,” Heero said. “After this, she may be anxious to prove her attractiveness. A few well-turned phrases may get you laid for the rest of the night.”

Heimdall perked up. “You think so?”

“Definitely,” Wu-Fei nodded. “Say something like her beauty outshines Brunhilde like the sun washes away the night and she'll be on you till dawn.”

“I would feel guilty taking advantage of such a situation…”

“That's why you never get laid, Heimdall,” Heero stated.

“I'd have to agree with that,” Wu-Fei added.

Heimdall rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose...”

Heero grabbed his shoulder and shoved him toward the fight. “Better get in there before someone else thinks of it. It looks like she's losing anyway.”

In fact, Brunhilde now had the mostly naked Freya pinned to the floor and was straddled across her midsection. She had a fistful of Freya's tangled golden tresses and was using it to smack Freya's head against the floor while cackling wildly.

“That's enough!” Heimdall cried. He grabbed Brunhilde around the waist and flung her aside. “Come, Freya, let me take you home.” He scooped the sobbing and swearing goddess up in his arms and shouldered his way through the throng. “Make way! Get out of the way you louts!”

“He's going to get fucked senseless,” Wu-Fei remarked casually.

“Yup.”

“You realize, of course, now everyone knows you humped Freya. There's no way Duo won't find out.”

Heero nodded glumly. “Yeah.”

“I still think I deserve to get laid. I would have kept your secret.”

“You're an honorable man, Wu-Fei.”

“Damn right.”

Heero sighed. “Let's go. I think I've lost my appetite.”

“Great! That leaves more time for a little man-on-man.”

“How do I get into these messes?”

“Too much honest living, Duo would say.”