Freya sighed softly as she pulled her left hand out from between her legs and relaxed it on the armrest of her cushioned throne. The Goddess brought her right hand up towards her face as she swirled the wine glass she held in small circles, she sipped the wine from her glass and hummed sweetly for a brief moment while she savored the perfect balance of sweetness and sourness.
She extended her right arm out to the side and loosely held the empty wine glass, the Captain of her familia took a small step forward and carefully took the glass from her hand and walked off to the side to set it down on a small side counter. Seconds later the towering man quickly returned to his position just behind his Goddess and stood ready to carry out any orders given to him by his deity.
"Ottar," Freya cooed softly as she leaned forward in her throne slightly, still gazing out over the city of Orario as the early morning light drew nearer.
"Yes Lady Freya?" the man was quick to respond as the man took a small step forward with a slight bow, the Goddess tilted her head to the right just enough to be able to see the familia Captain in the corner of her right eye.
"I think that I may go out for a little stroll, I think that it is high time I met with a special someone." Freya said as she turned her gaze back towards the expansive city. She eyed a special pure of heart soul that was already making its way back towards the very well known pub.
"Yes Lady Freya." the Captain said calmly with a slight bow, as soon as the Goddess left the room the man would have to quickly arrange for someone to watch over the Goddess while she walked through the streets of Orario.
While Ottar was in the middle of deciding who to fetch to watch over their Goddess the Boaz's thoughts were interrupted as Freya softly spoke again as she stood up from her throne. "Actually… perhaps a quick bath is in order before heading out, would you have someone go and draw me a bath Ottar?" Freya asked softly while she took notice of her moist fingers.
"Of course Lady Freya, please, excuse me." Ottar said in a typical deep voice of a man his size and stature, doing a bow the man left the room through a set of wooden double doors and made his way along to quickly have a bath prepared for his Goddess.
Freya waited for a few minutes, after a small brief period she left the room and followed along the same path that Ottar had walked several minutes prior. She reached her bedroom and upon entering the room the Goddess was greeted by another one of her favorite children, the young woman did a small bow within a second of seeing her deity and spoke a small formal greeting.
"Greetings Lady Freya, the bath is drawn and all ready for you…" the young woman said softly as she raised her head back up with a blank expression painted on her slightly pale face.
Freya took a small step forward with the tiniest of smiles on her soft lips, she took a moment to give the young woman a simple examination.
Her visage was both cruel and beautiful, with black lifeless eyes that seemed to stare right through anything that she directed her gaze towards. She wore a simple, slightly see-through and fitting black dress that hinted at the undergarments that she wore beneath. Her long, straight grey hair reached down to her lower back, half of it covering her right eye. The hair above her left eye had been cut into a precise edge, while the rest of it was held back by a sturdy, pitch dark headband with some sort of fluffy design at the top. The dress offered a high collar, with an emblem embedded just above her bosom. The final touch was a simple pair of black wrist length gloves.
"Hello Helun, much appreciated my dear." Freya said softly as she moved past the woman and towards her personal bathroom that was connected to her bedroom through a doorway to the immediate left of the entrance. She walked into the bathroom and first took off her high heels, starting with the left and then the right seconds later. She set her high heels next to the door and hummed softly as her bare feet touched the cold marble floor of the bathroom.
It took only a short moment for Freya to remove her dress, with how little skin the dress actually covered it did not require much effort to simply slip the soft fabric off and drop it into a small pile on the floor.
Finally Freya removed the two flower style hair clips from her hair and shook her head lightly from side to side to shake her long silver hair out slightly. With Freya now left naked she took the few small steps required to reach the edge of the large bathtub, raising her right leg first she stepped halfway into the tub before swinging her left leg over and slowly sliding down into the warm water.
As Freya sank into the water she hummed very softly to herself and closed her eyes in bliss, while she would often enjoy her routine bathes until the heated water turned cold she did not want to stay long as the precious boy was probably nearing the Hostess of Fertility. Freya enjoyed the warm water for a few minutes before taking some soap and went about washing her soft vanilla skin. She laid back in the tub with her head just above the water while she raised her legs out of the water one at a time and washed them with the soap from her toes up to her thighs.
Finishing with her legs she started to wash her arms, starting with her right and passing the soap to her opposite hand to wash her other arm a minute later. With her limbs cleaned Freya sat up in the bath and washed her torso, starting at her hips and slowly trailing her hands up and over her voluptuous breasts and her clavicle.
While the Goddess washed herself and she felt up her body it was rather difficult to not let her mind wander towards the invaluable white haired boy that she had quickly grown to become so fond of, the deity caught her hands trailing down her front towards her nether regions. Using a great amount of restraint Freya kept from touching her privates and instead put her hands to work washing her flowing silver locks with some shampoo.
Freya sank back down into the depths of the warm water and held her head under the water for several seconds before coming back up to the surface and taking in a small gasp of fresh air. The Goddess smiled slightly as she finished rinsing the small stray clusters of bubbles from her hair and skin as she stood up from the bath, water dripped down from Freya's flesh as she stepped over the edge of the tub and onto the small mat on the floor against the edge of the bathtub.
Before Freya could even step off of the mat there came a soft knocking on the thin fogged glass door that separated the bathroom from the bedroom. "Pardon the intrusion Lady Freya, would you care for some assistance?" Helun spoke softly in her casual emotionless tone.
"Of course, you may come in..." Freya softly responded as she raised her arms and used them to push her wet hair back behind her shoulders. One second later there was a soft sound that could be heard as Helun turned the handle and opened the door. She stepped inside the bathroom with the same blank expression painted on her face. Despite a very slightly captivated look in the young woman's eyes as she gazed at the naked form of her Goddess, if anyone else was to glance at the grey haired dame it would not be a stretch to say her expression reflected that of a stone statue.
Helun held a simple pearl white towel in her hands and walked towards the Goddess, she pulled over a small cushioned stool and gestured for the Goddess to take a seat. Freya moved around and sat down on the stool while the young woman began to dry off the Goddess, first beginning at the very bottom at her feet and slowly making her way upwards with the soft towelette.
Freya relaxed as the soft towel passed over her skin and dried off the warm water from her bath just minutes prior, the Goddess closed her eyes and simply sat in place on the stool while she waited for the grey haired young woman to finish drying her off with the towel.
Upon finishing drying off the Goddess body Helun discarded the damp towel into a small bin for the dirty laundry, Helun picked up a smaller towel from the shelf next to the skin in the bathroom and used it to start drying the Goddess long silver hair.
As Helun had finished drying off Freya's long hair she stepped away for a moment and fetched a comb and ran it several times through the Goddesses hair, as she took a small step back the deity got off of her seat.
"May I fetch you a nightgown Lady Freya?" Helun asked softly as she discarded the smaller towel into the same laundry basket, taking note of the Goddesses discarded clothes on the floor Helun strolled over and picked the garments off of the floor. Helun chose to ignore the small damp spot located around the crotch area of Freya's dress and simply placed it into the small laundry bin with the towels.
"No need Helun, I actually plan to meet someone… so another dress will do fine" Freya said calmly as she took a moment to look herself over in the mirror, her hair was combed perfectly which was not surprising to the Goddess. Helun took quite a bit of pride in her own hair and was the first person that Freya went to for assistance in getting freshened up.
It was not as though Freya could not do it herself, however, she had several people willing and ready to assist and do it all for her while she simply sat back and relaxed.
"I… see… one moment Lady Freya…" Helun said slightly awkwardly as she stepped out of the bathroom and returned a few moments later with an identical dress to the one that she had discarded minutes prior.
Helun walked up and set the neatly folded pile of clothes on the stool and picked up the main section of the unique stylized dress, the article of "clothing" if the dress could be even classified as clothing covered her right and left sides leaving her flat toned stomach on full display. The rest of the piece covered both her privates and her upper right thigh that fanned down to her ankle.
With the pain portion of the dress in position Freya lifted her left leg up off of the ground slightly and Helun leaned down and slipped the stocking style piece of clothing up her leg. The clothing covered most of her leg and left a small gap between the top of the stocking and the bottoms of the main portion of the dress which left her left hip exposed.
Helun picked up the two arm length black gloves, and slipped them onto the Goddess' arms as she stretched them out in front of her.
Finally Helun walked around and stood behind Freya. Helun started to use a brush to comb Freya's hair into the perfect position, while she was busy with the Goddesses hair Helun decided to speak up and make some small talk between the deity and herself. "Lady Freya, may I ask a question?" she softly spoke as she continued to gently glide the brush through Freya's locks.
"I suppose so, what is it that you wished to ask?" Freya asked softly as she slightly tilted her head to the side, in doing so Helun had to adjust herself slightly to continue working with the Goddesses hair. Despite it being a tad more difficult with the angle Helun did not dare speak of it, asking the Goddess to tilt her head back straight would be a step out of line and it was simply something that the young woman would have to contend with.
"Are you going to visit that white haired boy?" Helun asked, she would have preferred to word it in a better way but in the moment simplicity and clarity was the best. It was not a well kept secret that the Goddess had taken a liking to the boy, one could even say that Freya had become almost infatuated with the young boy.
Some of the closer and more observant members of the Freya familia had already noticed the trend developing, the Goddess very quickly latched onto the white haired boy. So much so that she had even ordered for the young boy to be under watch day and night, Helun had not had a chance to view the boy yet and she did not particularly understand why it was exactly that the Goddess gave the boy so much of her divine attention.
"That is correct, I do plan to visit Haru right after this..." Freya responded with a cut and dry answer, upon the given response Helun started to move a bit faster to finish up combing the Goddesses hair.
"Then… if you may enlighten me… why is it that you give that boy so much of your attention?" Helun softly said as she continued to move the brush carefully through the Goddesses silver hair, several seconds passed and no response came so Helun went to speak again and apologize. "Forgive me Lady Freya if I overstepped… I—" Helun was silenced as Freya turned around to face the young woman, she had a small smile on her face as she stretched her arms up and lightly caressed the woman's cheeks.
Freya rubbed her right thumb back and forth against the young woman's cheek as her complexion brightened up ever so slightly, "Helun my dear, simply putting it into words would not do the boy justice. There are no words out there that exist that could come anywhere near close to describing the reason I have begun to adore the boy… all that I can say is when you see that boy with your own midnight black eyes you will understand and see what I have seen in him…" Freya finished speaking and slowly dropped her hands back down to her sides and turned back around so that Helun could finish combing her hair.
Helun could not come up with any words to say to convey her emotions, she tried to withhold her judgements for the most part as she had not had an opportunity to set her gaze on the white haired boy. So instead of continuing the conversation Helun simply focused on the Goddesses hair and finished combing through the strands. Quite pleased with her work Helun set down the brush and took two black and dark red flower hair clips and placed them in Freya's hair once every strand of hair was in just the right place.
Typically after getting dressed and having their hair done next would be makeup for the finishing touch before one would set off for their day, however, Freya was a natural beauty and putting even a bit of makeup on her skin could be considered equivalent to that of a sin. Every person in the Goddess familia would proudly preach that Freya was the personification of beauty, the perfect combination of elegance and gorgeousness.
Freya was nearly ready to leave and make her way towards her Haru, she stepped towards the door and bent over a bit to pick up her high heels. She turned back to Helun and gave the young woman a small smile "Helun." Freya simply said softly to get the grey haired woman's full attention.
"Yes Lady Freya?" Helun said as she directed her gaze from the side towards the Goddess, she kept her hands behind her back as she stood in place and waited for further requests if any were to be given.
"Rest well, I will see you again very soon I am sure." Freya said with a small smile as she turned around and walked out of the bathroom after a few seconds of silence.
"T-thank you Lady Freya…" Helun said softly after the Goddess had already left the room, she directed her gaze down towards her feet and waited for the Goddess to leave the bedroom before she too would leave.
Freya slipped her high heels on in the doorway, while she stood there she reached to the side where several hooks held various coats and cloaks. She retrieved a dark hooded purple cloak and a slightly lighter purple scarf to match.
She stepped out of her bedroom and made her way down the hallway and stepped into a private elevator. While the Tower held several elevators for ease of travel between the dozens of floors of Babel, the one that Freya was currently occupying was privately for her own use and was the only one that had access to the top floor where her villa was located.
While the elevator slowly descended downwards towards the ground, Freya dressed herself in her dark purple cloak and pulled the hood up over her head. She wrapped the slightly lighter purple scarf around her neck and shoulders several times and pulled the front up a little bit to slightly conceal her face.
As the elevator reached the ground floor Freya exited the Tower of Babel and started her leisurely walk in the direction of the Hostess of Fertility. The Goddess knew that someone was watching over her, she contemplated for several minutes who it may be while she walked along through the nearly dead streets. It could have been Allen, Hogni, Hedin, perhaps one or more of the Gulliver brothers or possibly even Ottar himself.
But soon she grew bored and steered her thoughts towards more entertaining ideas, she went over a few times in her head what she planned to say to the young white haired boy upon their first real meeting.
Before the Goddess ever realized it she reached the doorstep of the Hostess as the sun started to rise over the wall that encircled Orario, she had been so preoccupied with her thoughts about her Haru that the walk had gone by in a simple blink of the eye.
She walked up the few steps and stood in front of the set of double doors, inside the pub was already lit up and behind the counter the Goddess could see a rather familiar Dwarf. It was not an unfamiliar sight, the owner of the pub was always the first person awake in the morning and the waitresses would be woken up not too long later. Which meant that Freya did still have some time to spare, which suited her just fine as she was not in the mood to quickly rush through the process.
It took but a moment for the Dwarf to also take notice of the Goddess standing at the doors, the Dwarf set down the small grocery list that she was writing up while taking inventory of the produce. She made her way towards the set of doors and unlocked the entryway, the Dwarf opened the entranceway and gestured for the Goddess to come inside of the pub.
Freya took a few small steps inside and removed her scarf and cloak, the Dwarf was quick to receive the garments and hang them on a coat rack stationed next to the doorway. "I assume you are here for the boy?" the Dwarf asked as she turned her back and walked back towards the bar.
"Yes I am, but I have a few minutes to spare so why not share a drink?" Freya said as she walked over and pulled out one of the bar stools and sat down, resting her elbows on the bar's lower counter, she placed her chin on her right hand with a small smile. She watched the Dwarf as she reached up to the top shelf and pulled down a tall wine bottle, she routed around underneath the bar once she turned back around and retrieved a special wine glass she kept stashed away for only the Goddesses use.
She poured a glass of wine and set it on the counter in front of the Goddess, Freya picked up the glass with her left hand while she kept her chin resting on her right palm. She took a rather long drawn out sip and let out a small sigh of satisfaction as she brought the wine glass away from her lips.
"Is something wrong Mia? You seem a bit… stiff I suppose is a good word for it..." Freya commented as she took another sip from the wine glass and shifted in her seat slightly. "Are you perhaps upset that I have come to collect the boy?" Freya added for a slight mood lightener.
"Nope, it would actually be good to get the boy out of my attic. Nothing but a distraction to the waitresses." The Dwarf said bounty while she continued her work and moved up and down the length of the bar adjusting things while answering the Goddesses questions.
"Then what is it that is bothering you? Don't try and lie, you know you can't lie to a Goddess…" Freya commented as she tilted her head to the right ever so slightly with a small smile on her lips.
The Dwarf sighed as she pulled a rag from over her shoulder and tossed it down onto the counters top, her shoulders sagged a slight bit as she turned to face the Goddess and leaned against the bar. "The boy is too innocent… too wholesome for the grueling dungeon life and most definitely too pure for you ... that is all I will say on the matter." the Dwarf said bluntly as she turned back around and moved several bottles around on the back shelf and checked to see how much she had left of some of the more popular forms of alcohol.
The Goddess raised an eyebrow as she set the empty wine glass down onto the bar's counter and pushed against the edge and got up from her seat. "Very well, we shall see I suppose… I think that the boy may truly surprise you." Freya said as she turned to the right and walked over to the corner of the vastly open room and began to climb the stairs towards the attic.
As she walked up the step Freya felt a weird pressure in her chest that she determined was simply her excitement, as she climbed up the final set of stairs into the attic she could see Haru lying in the bed. As she stood on the floor of the attic and walked over towards the bed she took notice of the discarded articles of clothing and equipment that almost told a story itself.
The first things the white haired boy had removed had been his backpack and boots as they had been dropped right at the top of the stairs. The next thing to be removed was his light brown jacket as it was slung over the back of the only chair that decorated the attic, on the nightstand next to the bed were two of Haru's most treasured items. The first being the journal that the boy had held so dear and the second was the kitchen knife the boy had been using only a few hours prior to slay monsters.
Right next to the bed laying on the floor was the white haired boy's long sleeved black shirt crumpled up in a small ball, finally her violet eyes were directed towards the white haired boy himself. Laying on his stomach on the thin mattress in all his innocence and ignorance to her even being present in the room. The single wool blanket had been haphazardly flung over him, the left side of his face was lying against the one pillow the bed possessed with a small silly expression on his face.
Freya could not help but smile upon seeing the sleeping form of the white haired boy, it was as though she was a small child coming across a puppy in the street. She had a strong desire to reach out and touch the young boy, to feel Haru's skin against her own. So that was exactly what she did as she stretched her right hand out and brushed several stray strands of hair to reveal the white haired boy's face even better. She very lightly caressed her cheek with her left hand and while it pleased her for a brief moment she craved more, she pulled her arms towards her chest and used her right hand to remove her left arm length glove.
With her one black glove removed Freya extended her right hand back down and caressed the boy's cheek once again, this time without the bothersome barrier separating the two's skin. "Haru," Freya sweetly whispered as she continued to softly stroke the sleeping boy's cheek.
With a minute passing Freya leaned down and softly whispered again for a second time to the white haired boy. "Oooh, Haruu," the Goddess softly pronounced with a small, growing smile. Freya watched with hungry eyes as the boy stirred in his sleep slightly and shook his head from side to side slightly.
"F-five more minutes S-syr….j-just a little longer…" Haru said softly in his sleep in response and Freya pulled back from the boy slightly as she stood up straight and covered her smirking mouth with her right hand as she almost giggled softly.
Freya held her tongue and twisted slightly in place, the Goddess could not bring herself to wake up the white haired boy after he made such a request. No matter how hard she tried she could not say no to the young boy so she simply caved to the boy's demands and allowed him to stay in his peaceful slumber. It was not as though the white haired boy needed to be awake.
Freya stood back and kicked off her high heels, her feet remaining on the wooden floor boards for only a moment before the Goddess climbed up onto the bed. Thankfully the white haired boy had removed his shirt for her already and was laying on his stomach, Freya for a moment thought that the boy was practically begging her subconsciously to perform the simple yet significant act.
Freya positioned herself over Haru's lower back and softly seated her bottom on the boy, it took just a second for Freya to realize that in all of the excitement she had forgotten to bring a pin or similar item along with her. She looked around for a moment and spotted something that would do the trick, she placed her left hand on the bed to support herself while she leaned forward and snatched the simple kitchen knife off of the nightstand.
She pulled the knife from the sheath and took a second to admire the simple blade; there were several large dents and dinks in the blade that were to be expected from a trip to the dungeon. The knife had been not crafted with the intent to be used for combat, simply slicing and dicing vegetables or meat.
While most people would look at the blade and its poor state of repair as a rather negative thing for Freya it was a the perfect example of just how determined the white haired boy was to become an adventurer, despite nearly being killed, despite having little training and poor equipment the young boy continued to aspire to be an adventurer.
Freya would be the one to grant that dream.
Freya set down the leather sheath next to her leg and brought the blade up to her right index finger, she used the point to give herself a tiny cut. It was a simple act that she had done a countless number of times before, Freya did not even particularly notice any pain from the cut as she had long since grown accustomed to slicing her finger.
Freya placed her bleeding finger on the boy's upper back in between his shoulder blades, the first thing that Freya was required to do was draw out a simplistic version of her familias logo. Once the image of a man wearing a winged helm and enveloped in a wreath with two Pegasi facing each other at the top.
Next Freya went about writing her name in the letters of the Gods, it was a task that she had done many times before and was not particularly special in any real way. However what came next was special, Freya was required to spell out the name of the person that she was bestowing her blessing upon.
The Goddess spelt out the young white haired boys' names directly underneath her own, with each letter that she wrote in blood her smile grew more and more until she was grinning wide. With the criteria met the deal was sealed between deity and mortal, the second that Freya lifted up her index finger for the final time after finishing writing the final letter to spell out "Haru Fenris", the blessing announced to the world that a new child of the Goddess Freya had been born.
Freya gazed down at the boys back, to say that the Goddess was pleased would be a severe understatement. All the extra steps that she took to make absolutely sure that no other God or Goddess stole her Haru had been quite comforting for a while but now there was no possible way for any God or Goddess despite their charisma or charm to steal the white haired boy away from her.
Freya quickly sheathed the knife and set it back down on the nightstand where it had been resting before, she did not want to simply place the knife on the bed and accidentally stab herself or Gods forbid her sleeping Haru.
"Congratulations Haru Fenris, you are now officially… mine and mine alone." Freya said softly as her grin somehow managed to grow even wider. She placed her soft hands on Haru's lower back and slowly let them glide upwards over the boys bare back as she slowly leaned forward and laid down on top of the white haired boy. Her breasts pressed up against the boy's bare back as she brought her arms up and wrapped them around the white haired boy's neck in a loving embrace.
She leaned forward and tilted her head to the side slightly, she planted a small kiss on the boy's right cheek and watched as the boy's lips just like her own curver upwards into a small smile. With Freya's task completed she closed her eyes and rested against the young boy, savouring the warmth of his skin against her own as she closed her eyes and softly whispered "Maybe… I will stay for just… five more minutes….".
Freya knew that she would likely say the same thing once the five minute mark passed but she did not care, she was in an incredible mood and nothing would spoil her most precious of moments.