Freyja and Brynhildr
Yet again, Freyja’s lover, Brynhildr came to her crying and feeling miserable about herself. Brynhildr’s lover Brunnmigi was terrible to her and called her terrible names. He had been disrespectful to Brynhildr in front of Freyja before but Freyja had set him straight. She knew he still mistreated her behind closed doors. He always tried to save face with Freyja but she knew better. He was a disgusting little troll and nothing the queen could do would convince Brynhildr to leave him. Freyja knew if she had him executed or murdered that it would just put a divide between her and Brynhildr. She couldn’t banish him or punish him. She was at her wits end with the whole situation. Brynhildr was a tall shield maiden and the queen was very tiny so she towered over her as she bent down for comfort from her patron. Freyja petted her and held her tightly. Brynhildr let out all the emotions she had allowed to build up inside her and wailed on Freyja’s shoulder. Finally she became calm and Freyja led her to the bed. They sat down and Brynhildr still couldn’t bring herself to look her queen and lover in the eyes. “Tell me all about it,” she said gently. “He came home drunk and raging. He was belligerent. He stormed around the house screaming at me. He said I was a burden to him and that I was worse than the pawn scum. He said I was worth nothing and that all I do is make him feel miserable. He is talking to the woman down the way. I know when he leaves me at night that he is with her. I am not allowed to talk to her. I don’t know what to do,” Brynhildr cried. “I feel like such a failure. I don’t contribute to the relationship like I should but I try my best. I don’t know what to do to make him happy. He is right. I am worthless.” “It’s not about you making him happy. He gets pleasure out of treating you this way. Why won’t you leave him?” “I won’t abandon him. He needs someone to be there for him. He is my friend.” “How is he your friend if he treats you this way? You deserve better. Please just kick him out. You can stay here with me if you want.” “I don’t know what to do.” “Just lie down here, sweetling and I will take care of you.” Brynhildr lay down on the bed and Freyja made a potion for her to make her feel better. She handed it to her to drink. Once she had finished the drink Freyja laid next to her and petted her hair and down her shoulders until she finally fell asleep. Freyja gently sat up from the bed and wrapping herself in warm furs tip toed out of the house. She made her way to Brynhildr’s house and found that Brunnmigi was missing. She knew exactly where to find him. She shuffled down to the inn. She slid through the door as silently as possible. Everyone was rowdy and drunk so she was able to enter unnoticed. She kept her hood up to hide her face. He was sitting in a corner with some woman and they were nearly fucking right there. Freyja slipped over near his bench and sat down. She ordered a drink to not look too conspicuous. After about an hour of watching them swallow each other’s spit they finally made for the stairs to a room. Freyja followed close behind. Freyja listened outside of the door until they were done. She waited a little longer to make sure they were both asleep. First she picked the lock and quietly snuck inside. They were both lying naked on the bed tangled around each other. She took one needle and laced it with her potion and poked him with it in the neck. She took a second needle and did the same to the woman. This would keep them knocked out. She slid Brunnmigi from the bed and held his arm tightly around her neck. She dragged him out the door and talked to him all the while as if she were helping him home after getting too drunk. She carried him all the way to her longhouse and into a storage building behind it. She tied him up to a post and waited for him to awaken. He finally awoke groaning as the drugs cleared from his mind. After some time he finally realized he was tied up and began to struggle. This made her laugh in amusement. Startled by her laughter he attempted to turn his head as much as possible to see who had captured him. He attempted to scream at her but quickly realized she had gagged him as well. She couldn’t risk anyone knowing his whereabouts. “Brunnmigi, you have always mistreated my handmaiden. She is my devotee. She is under my protection. You act like I have no idea what is going on. You have only gotten away with it because I am trying to keep her from being angry with me. However, this has gone on long enough. I can’t stand it anymore. You have to be punished for what you have put her through,” she informed him sinisterly. He started screaming again with a frightful look on his face but it was all muffled. She cackled and began to lash him. His body tensed up as the whip hit his back, causing a laceration to appear. He screamed out again and again but nothing could be heard but a muffled groan. Blood began pouring over his back and dripping onto the floor as she continued to flip the whip across his skin. She continued until he grew silent and limp. She sauntered over to him and grabbed his face firmly between her fingers and thumb. She jerked his face up and looked down on him. He had passed out cold. She walked across the building and grabbed a bucket. She threw ice cold water over him and he gasped for air as it brought him back to a waking state with a shock. His eyes were wide as he took in the room. It was cold out so the water automatically made him shiver and shake all over. She took the pot of oil from the fire and carried it over to him. He started mumbling in protest. She nodded her head with a wicked grin. She grabbed his hand firmly and dipped it into the pot holding it firmly in place. He released a muffled squeal then passed out again. She laughed in satisfaction and sat the pot back down onto the ground. His hand was red with blisters. She sat and waited on him to come to again. He moaned in pain. She stood and bent over, looking up into his face as he struggled with his agony. She took her knife and began cutting into his raw red hand and he released another muffled squeal. She continued to slice up his hand as he cried streams of tears running down his face. She could see in his eyes that he was begging but she grinned and continued. She grabbed his face again and stared deeply into his eyes. “If I ungag you do you promise to behave?” she asked gravely. He nodded his head and mumbled in response. She untied the gag and he gasped the cold air into his lungs coughing. “All I want from you, Brunnmigi is to write a letter telling her goodbye. I want you to leave my tribe and never return. I want you to let her know it was of your own accord that you leave. If you are agreeable then you are banished but free to go. I will not harm you any further. However, if you refuse to write this letter then I will torture you until I feel I am done and I will sacrifice you to the gods.” “Yes, yes, my queen. I swear it! I will write the letter and I will leave your tribe! I swear it!” he gasped. She untied one hand gave him a writing tool and some paper. He scrawled the letters onto the page explaining to Brynhilde that he was leaving her and wanted nothing to do with her. He informed her that he would never return. Freyja rolled up the parchment and tied it with some twine. She placed it in her pouch and tied Brunnmigi’s hand back to the post. “But, my lady, you said I could leave. You said if I wrote this letter I could leave. What are you doing? You promised me. Please let me go. I promise I will never come back. I will never hurt Brynhilde again. I swear it. You have my word,” he begged. She laughed once more. She grabbed the pincers and started toward his face. “No!” he screamed over and over. She grabbed his tongue and held if firmly. Then she sliced into it until she cut it clean off. She took the poker and shoved it into the wound and he passed out again. While he was passed out she replaced the gag, untied him then tied his hands behind his back and bound his legs as well. She dragged him into her longhouse and placed him in a small container that he could fit in. It had holes in it so he would be able to see out of it when he came to. She placed stones on top of it so that he couldn’t break free. Freyja cleaned herself off and changed her clothing. Then she got back into the bed beside Brynhildr and fell asleep and it was a deep sound sleep. When she awoke at dawn Brynhildr was already cooking breakfast for the both of them. She smiled over at her beautiful lover who was strong and tall as she watched her finish the cooking and placing it on the plates. She brought the food over to the bed and smiled as she saw that Freyja was now awake. They fed each other affectionately and drank their wine quietly. Freyja reached into her pouch and pulled out the parchment. “I am sorry, Brynhildr but Brunnmigi stopped by and left you this. He says he isn’t coming back.” Brynhildr started crying and fell over into Freyja’s lap. Freyja stroked her hair and allowed her to cry. When she was done Freyja asked her, “Want me to make you feel better?” Brynhildr nodded her head yes. Brynhildr stood up and disrobed. Freyja took Brynhildr’s hand and led her over to the wall where the shackles hung. She locked Brynhildr’s arms into place with the aid of a stool so she could reach. Freyja began to lightly whip Brynhildr and she began to moan and groan somewhere between pleasure and pain. Freyja’s whipping became harder and harder and more and more vigorous until Brynhildr was in an ecstatic state and her mind was floating away. She released Brynhildr from her bonds and laid her on her stomach on the bed. Freyja disrobed and straddled Brynhildr’s back. She began to gently apply the healing balm to the wounds she had created. The balm stung and created a soothing sensation at the same time which made Brynhildr moan with ecstasy. Freyja’s massages moved from gentle to deep and back to gentle causing sensations to flow through Brynhildr. She felt herself become aroused and slid her hand over Brynhildr’s ass and into her wet opening. She rode on top of her with the movement of her hand. Her hand went in and out of her as Freyja’s hips rolled against her ass. She plunged her entire hand into her over and over until Brynhildr began to shiver and yell out in orgasm. Brynhildr rolled over into a sitting position and pulled Freyja onto her lap. Freyja laced her legs around her. Brynhildr kissed Freyja passionately. She moved her hands over Freyja’s breasts and ass. Freyja moaned in pleasure. Brynhildr kissed and sucked on Freyja’s breasts and slid her hand between her legs. Freyja lay back on the bed as Brynhildr lay herself between Freyja’s legs. “Thank you, mistress, for pleasing me. I am not worthy of it. I love you so much. You are so good to me. I just want to please you. I want you to be happy,” Brynhildr told her as she slid her mouth over Freyja’s wet lips and began to please her with her tongue and hands. Her mouth engulfed her clitoris and her tongue swirled around it. She sucked a bit along with it. Two of her fingers slid into her opening and began to spin and slide. She pulled with each back and forth movement. Her other finger she wet with Freyja’s juices and slid it into her anus. Freyja bucked up and down and began to push and pull along with Brynhildr’s hands. She moaned and grabbed at her hair and at the bed as the intense feelings flowed over her. Brynhidr kept at it as Freyja reached the peak over and over again and couldn’t stand it anymore. Freyja began kicking and pushing at her but Brynhildr just took it and continued to please her. When they were finished, Freyja rubbed her hands down with the sacred balm then rubbed it over her lover. She reached into the hearth and her hand blazed with fire. She rubbed the fire over Brynhildr who gasped from the intensity of it. She swiped the fire away with a cloth and rubbed the balm over her all over again. Again and again she dowsed Brynhildr in fire. When the excitement of the fire could be felt in the air, they grabbed each other’s pussies and started riding each other’s hands in ecstasy, coming to orgasm at the same time. They bit and clawed at each other until they were finished. They both collapsed onto the bed and cuddled. Freyja ran her fingers through Brynhildr’s hair and over her shoulders, lovingly. They snuggled closely and allowed the ecstasy and intensity to calm. The sweat dripped from their brows and between their breasts until they began to cool off. Brynhildr kissed Freyja gently and rubbed her face. “Now is time for sweet dreams and restful sleep my precious love,” Freyja told her as she fed her more of the sleep potion. Brynhildr fell fast asleep. Once Freyja was absolutely sure she was completely asleep she went over to the barrel and pulled Brunnmigi out. He was barely alive yet still was able to look at her in terror. He made grunting noises but that was all he had energy for. He was still tied up. She dragged him outside to the giant ash tree. He knew what was coming. He was to be sacrificed to Odin. He started bucking and grunting but she paid him no mind. She threw the noose over the tree bough and placed brunnmigi’s neck into the loop. As she began to hoist him up with the rope she cited the old poem. “I know that I hung on a windy tree nine long nights, wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin, myself to myself, on that tree of which no man knows from where its roots run.” As he swung on the noose she jammed the sacred spear into his side. He screamed out but it was muffled because he was still gagged. Then he passed out. It wasn’t certain to Freyja whether he passed out because he could no longer breathe or because he was in pain. However, it mattered not to her. She let loose the rope and his body thudded to the ground. She grabbed him up by his hair and held the sacred knife to his throat.
“A hall I saw, far from the sun, On Nastrond it stands, and the doors face north, Venom drops through the smoke-vent down, For around the walls do serpents wind. I there saw wading through rivers wild treacherous men and murderers too, And workers of ill with the wives of men; There Nithhogg sucked the blood of the slain, And the wolf tore men; would you know yet more?” She slit his throat and the blood gushed out in a river, feeding the roots of the tree. She slipped the noose around his ankles and hoisted him back up so that all the blood would drain down onto the tree as an offering. She sat upon the ground and watched the blood drain from his body and drip, drip, drip upon the roots of the tree. Once it seemed there was not much blood left she released him and dragged his body over to the bog. “The ninth is Folkvang, where Freyja decrees Who shall have seats in the hall; The half of the dead each day does she choose, And half does Odin have,” She said aloud as she shoved his body into the bog as a sacrifice to the goddess Freyja. Freyja washed herself in the sacred spring then made the journey back to her longhouse full of satisfaction. Dunnmigi was finally out of her life and finally unable to harm Brynhildr any longer. She dried herself by the hearth singing praise to the gods. When she felt dry and warm she crawled back into the bed with Brynhildr and dreamed of a great feast amongst the gods.
