Gratitude

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words Yeah, actually, Frey did know all about her: at the very least they knew everything that was important to know, which was that Phoebe was alone and no one wanted her. Plus, she was kind of whiney. All that added up to very, very boring. Indeed, the deity was already kind of regretting offering her this chance at all, but it was too late for that now. Besides, it would be fun to watch her struggle at least. She seemed really fixated on this whole husband and children thing (ugh how plain Jane of her) and Frey had already given her way too much free advice. Well, not, free, cause she’d given an offering or whatever, but the gods weren’t in the habit of giving stuff to mortals just because. Well, Frey wasn’t at least. The other gods (obviously) had their own way of doing things. Honesty, Frey had already tuned the woman out, their mind turning to other matters. At the comment about her teach, they gave her a look that communicated just how much they didn’t want to be there anymore. ”Your teacher sounds like a fucking weirdo.” Which, granted, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, especially in Frey’s books. However, the midwife telling her apprentice that struck even this god as odd. Yawning again as Phoebe once again tried to do that self-reflection thing mortals were so fond of (honestly, gods had it so much better, what with knowing their divine natures intuitively and all that), Frey winked as the blonde finally realized that yes, the deity wasn’t sex (or wasn’t just sex), but so much more than that. Perhaps if they’d just come straight out and said it to begin with a lot of problems could’ve been avoided, but it wasn’t their way, and the gods in general weren’t in the habit of explaining themselves to mortals. Why would they, when the gods were just, well, better? They didn’t need to justify themselves or their actions to anyone, especially to such lowly creatures. At least she finally agreed to the challenge laid out. Grinning seductively, Frey sat up and blew Phoebe a kiss. ”Come find me once you’ve cum.” Laughing delightedly at their own joke, Frey vanished, taking everything they’d brought with them and the aphrodisiacs when they did. However this ended up, it would be entertaining for all involved. Assuming, of course, Phoebe did it right, which they had their doubts about.