This work contains explicit language, depictions of violence, perversions, incest (but not of the Loki&Thor kind, they are not related), murder. Please do not read if this offends you. I shall continue only if this will rise some interest. I'm open to interactive suggestions. English is not my maternal language, please point out any grating blunders. Please also point out if the warnings are not appropriate and if i should add more.
Madame Frigga's etablissement is the best in town. It's not only that her whores are the best selection one could ask for or that the old mansion is discreetly located on the outskirts, near the edge of the forest; it's also the variety of the activities one can enjoy in the luxurious decors. One can have dinners of choice at the 'Ygdrassil' and the finest drinks; one can enjoy a cabaret show or a private dance; one can choose one of the house's own employees or bring along one's own escort; any perversity, vice, kink that won't lead to severe damage or death will most certainly be contented here… if one can afford it because it is also the most expensive place of the sorts. It's also internationally famous and has seen some illustrious faces crossing its threshold and revisiting most of the times.
The police will never search the house without forewarning, because it has its own benefits and because of the city notables' support. The local law enforcement also knows that Madame Frigga has her own ethics; she will never allow strong drugs in her house, children under the age of thirteen and hard core torture.
When one first meets Madame, she seems a real haughty lady, from the tips of her toes to the highest perfectly styled lock on her head. She didn't allow herself to grow old the ugly way. She's in her mid fifties, but she looks like early forties. She has tobacco blond hair, ashen eyes, a smooth face and wears make-up and outfits in great taste. Her perfect figure is the object of envy for many younger women in town.
When one comes to know her better, she is quite a character. She has this thing about ancient Germanic mythology, hence the names and references. She likes to think of her 'protégées' as her children, she loves them all in her own peculiar way and most of them appreciate that and love her back. She's also quite severe regarding the rules of the house, both for her 'protégées' and employees, as for the customers. She is the absolute Queen Mother of 'Ygdrassil' and rules with a hand of steel in a silken glove.
There are fifteen pages in the photo album at the reception. Each page is dedicated to one of the 'stars'. The order in the album is given by how successful each one is in attracting clients and their money. The first pages are for the less productive. The last pages are for the best. Some of them also perform cabaret numbers. They are exempted from house duties and allowed to schedule their clients because of the tiring rehearsals and shows.
Gerðr has the first page. She is a pretty, shy, little thing, sweet sixteen, but not very inspiring, which she is happy about. She's mostly useful when worried fathers or friends push shy virgins into visiting the brothel. She ran away from home trying to escape an abusive stepfather. Frigga picked her up from the streets three years ago, half frozen and starved and gave her a warm home and a loving family.
Snotra is the oldest. She's thirty-four and she's on page number two. She was never a real beauty, but she masters a couple of useful techniques and has a list of devoted customers, mostly elder gentlemen, too shy to try the younger prostitutes. She is also very well educated and can sustain an intelligent table conversation any time required. She failed to find work as a governess and landed in Frigga's yard. She's also a teacher for the rest of Frigga's 'children'. Her didactic abilities go beyond those of an ordinary teacher; she also supervises the sexual skill development of the newcomers shoulder to shoulder with Frigga.
Page number three: Höðr is twenty-four, blond and cute, but unfortunately almost blind. He can see enough not to bump into walls and furniture, but details and moving figures are a blur. He always states that he's happy about it because, even if he can't see all the beauty of the surrounding world, he also can't see its ugliness. He happily accepts any vapid client because he's an affectionate young man. Some of the clients love the sightless way he touches them, mapping their bodies. He has a lovely voice and seconds the leading singers. He also plays the guitar and several other string instruments.
Sjöfn is eighteen and a nymphomaniac. She'd endure anything from a client just to be fucked. She'd take any willing person in the house to her bed, anytime, just to be fucked. Frigga keeps her on mild tranquilizers most of the time, for her own good. She's on page number four and she's really beautiful with her waves of auburn hair and brown amber eyes, pert freckles about her nose and shoulders. She came to 'Ygdrassil' when she was fifteen, of her own free will, to make a profession out of her disorder.
Iðunn and Nanna are the youngest of the bunch, fourteen and thirteen and a half. They just start to look like women, but are still not fully developed. That doesn't mean they don't attract many connoisseurs and they only look innocent. Iðunn has a crush on Bragi, the guy that writes the verses for their shows and Nanna thinks she's in love with handsome Balder. They are on page five and six. Frigga found them a year ago at the corner of a street, trying to sell their youth for a hot meal. They are runaways too, like Gerðr, stories much alike. Iðunn's hair is like spun silver, she's what is called a natural platinum blonde, blue eyes like forget-me-nots, pink pouty lips and rosy white skin. She loves apples and devours them whenever. She could live on apples. Nanna has dark chestnut tresses, brown eyes and honey coloured skin. She has a sweet tooth and her nightstand's drawer is full of candy and chocolates. The two live in the same room and sleep in the same bed, drawing comfort of each other.
Nótt is the spitting image of an African ebony statue. Her proud façade shies off the timid customers. She has page number seven. She likes to bite. She picked up the habit trying to fight off the guys in her brother's gang. He was selling her to them since she was twelve. She decided to sell herself for better money and keep some of it too. She's twenty seven now, but she could easily pretend she's seventeen. Her perfect skin and willowy body are much appreciated. She has yellow eyes, like cats and claws like one. She has a favourite customer and the others chaff at her because of it. She always pays back.
The eighth page goes to Sigyn. She's tall, severely beautiful, dark blonde with hazel eyes, more green than brown, athletic and all in all intimidating. She is an acrobat and performs an equilibrium number in the show. She could strangle a man to death with her muscular legs. She's well suited for rough sex because she can both take it and give it. She worked only as an artist at the beginning, but she needed more money to raise her out of wedlock twins, Nari and Váli. She's hopelessly in love with one of her younger colleagues. He sometimes allows her company, for "training sessions", as he calls them or "girls' times". She's happy to have even that. She's twenty nine and applied for the job as an entertainer ten years ago. She started to sell her charms after two more years.
Vár and Vör are number nine and ten. They're both Asian, they don't tell their age, never did, two porcelain petite figures with black hair and slanting eyes, masters in exotic, erotic massage involving all limbs, all body parts and most body cavities. They love to work together on customers and colleagues all the same. All their clients are scheduled. They chose this life instead of a sweat shop. They declare that this is far better than a Chinese whorehouse. They teach everyone exotic tricks they picked up in China Town, like giving blow jobs with a mouthful of hot tea and all the erotic pressure points. They've been at 'Ygdrassil' for ten years now, but they haven't changed a bit. They like to help anyone in need, even 'nursing' poor Sjöfn with her predicament.
Fulla is on page eleven. Nothing astonishing: she's a buxom twenty-five years old woman and she has the biggest breasts in the house. Hell, maybe in the whole town! Even some women say they would titty-fuck her if they could. She has a pretty doll-face too, but it goes mostly unnoticed. The plentiful bosom obfuscates anything else. She worked as a housemaid. The mistress of the house had nothing against her loosen her legs for the young master. The boy had to start somewhere, didn't he? But when she caught her middle aged husband panting heavily between said legs and bouncy breasts, she threw the girl out and spread the word, so no one would hire her. Madame Frigga was more than willing to offer her a job and she didn't mind her past antics. As a matter of fact she favoured them. The middle aged husband was a regular client now... and so was his son.
Baldr holds page number twelve. He is physical perfection. His body could be the most wanted model for any visual artist. He's beautifully chiseled and there's nothing too much or too little about him. His face is unnaturally symmetric and all in all he looks like the statue of Apollo, waves of golden hair onto his shoulders, sky-blue eyes and very dark brown brows and lashes. His full, red lips are the very definition of sin. He's good with both women and men, but won't accept physical brutality, so he has to gratify himself with his current place. His intelligence level isn't very high, but he's good natured and everybody likes him. He's twenty and is Höðr's younger brother. They were both born in a brothel, but they don't know their parents. Frigga knew their mother and probably who sired them too, but she won't let them know. 'Too dangerous...'she says. Höðr thinks she is just making up a story of mystery to make them feel important. Baldr isn't exactly happy to hear that.
The redhead twins, Freyr and Freyja, are the proud number thirteen and fourteen. They're nineteen and so similar they can confuse one when dressed alike. They have rusty red wild locks reaching the small of their backs and eyes so dark they seem black. Their lean bodies are androgynous, long limbs, slim torsos, round, firm buttocks. Freyja has a tinier waist and the soft curves of her hips betray her when naked and watched from behind. When looked upon up front, she presents a pair of small, pert breasts with pale pink nipples, while her brother's chest is flatter. They perform private shows as a pair, go for multiple players and toys and they don't shy away from anything that won't leave scars. They are terribly smart, terribly curious, terribly vicious, terribly in love and they ran away from a prosperous home to be together against the law. They don't care about conventions and they can't stand the thought of being separated. Their interdependence makes them vulnerable and dangerous at the same time.
And finally, number fifteen: the freak in the show. Everybody wants to see and touch him at least once. He's grown tall; very tall, six foot three. His skin hardly gets tanned, only burned, so he doesn't even try any more. The blue veins are visible through the alabaster thin layer. His hair is raven black and there is a reddish strand starting on the right side of his forehead that everybody believes he dyes, but he was born with it. He wears his curly hair long and combed back. His lips are not very full, but perfectly bow shaped. His big, shiny eyes are an impossible jade green, shadowed by long, dark lashes. He neatly plucks his brows and he doesn't stand body hair on him. He looks like a dancer and that's what he is, supple, almost thin, but broad shouldered and showing well defined muscles. He has small shell-shaped ears, pierced in many places, prominent cheekbones and long, graceful neck and limbs.
Why is he a freak? That is revealed when he's naked and spreads his thighs. He's got a nice, normal penis, even impressive compared to the average, but that's not all. His sack is split in two, creating the external folds of a vulva and his cock starts right from the place where a normal cunt presents a clit. He's got everything else: the small labia, pink and wet, the vagina, but a physician told him his uterus is infantile, not fit to carry a pregnancy, and that he has only one more or less functional ovary. The testicles are fine, but only surgery could bring them together. It's too risky, the doctor tells him, too many complications and, since there's no immediate danger of a pregnancy, he gives up the idea. The Asian duo provides herbs to keep the danger away and there are also other contraceptive methods he learned of. Anyway, he believes he's making more money as a hermaphrodite than if he were plain gendered.
He's the only one Frigga paid for. She bought him from a band of gypsies when he was ten and belly-dancing to earn his living. They said they found him in a wicker basket abandoned nearby their horses when he was just a babe. They bared him waist down to show her the oddity. Frigga bargained for the peculiar but beautiful child and bought him from the gypsies. She paid for ballet and dance lessons so he became skilled in many dancing styles, but belly-dance was the most requested for the private shows. She auctioned his virginity for big money when he reached fifteen; not earlier, because he was so skinny and looking too fragile. The winner was none other than the real owner of 'Ygdrassil', Mr. Odin Borson; the richest (that being debatable in the eyes of Howard Stark, his rival in wealth) and most respected man in town (also debatable, maybe most feared...), without whose permission nothing moved and nobody thrived.
He didn't have a real name before he came to 'Ygdrassil', the gypsies called him 'Lucky', for he was lucky to be rescued. Now he's the most wanted and expensive prostitute in the city and his stage name is Loki. However, the name on his papers reads Lucky Eli Smith (courtesy to Frigga's personal preferences and lack of imagination), which Snotra soon conveys to 'Loki Liesmith', since he's the most talented deceiver she's ever met. The nickname sticks and he's kind of proud of it.
He picked up some bad habits from the gypsies; lying and stealing came natural to him, much easier than being honest. At least he was smart about that: he'd weave as much truth in his lies as to make them perfectly believable, even more than the actual truth and he would never steal something if the suspicion would lead to him; he'd usually steal small items like an earring, a cuff, a loose bracelet or a thin necklace from very drunk customers - never solid objects or pairs - or even small amounts of money out of their wallets or purses they would hardly notice in their state of intoxication... or bliss.
He never refuses gifts, no matter how puny or outrageous, accepting them with a blazé and princely attitude. He stashes his small fortune in a box under a floorboard in his personal room, ever careful for his future. He knows this kind of life will not last forever and there isn't anybody else to care for him, so he takes care of himself. He never keeps much money in the box, changing it for jewellery or gems. Madame Frigga provides for them well enough, there's little need for extra small luxuries, but some of the girls just can't resist a nice dress or some shiny bauble, some are addicted to drugs or alcohol, so they spend their extra money careless, like there is no tomorrow. Not Loki; he indulges himself sometimes, but he always calculates the pros and the contras when doing so. He doesn't make concessions about quality, though. He always buys the best cosmetics and, even if second hand, the best clothes and shoes.
He is also incredibly fastidious. He always launders and/or cleans his underwear and costumes separately. He never borrows anything that would touch his skin intimately and never lends anything that personal. If he is in the mood, he just gives things away for good except jewellery. That can be easily sanitized. He always has cleaning means and disinfectants at hand to prepare his clients. He manages to do that without being ostentatious or offending. He has terrible memories from the past, but as soon as he became famous and sought after, he also became picky and firmly refuses to receive anyone who disagrees with his methods, never mind their money. Frigga never berates him on that.
He would never forget his first time and how ill he was after, almost dying from the infection. He'd been delirious for days and if Madame Frigga didn't refuse to send him to a common hospital and provided the best care there was to be found right there, in the house, he would have certainly lost his life.
Borson used him savagely, no regard for hygiene, no compassion or even common sense. He used Loki's openings in turns, repeatedly, after breaking him bleeding both ways and, since cleanliness wasn't his chief concern, bacteria attacked the injured areas in no time. As soon as the inflamed tissues started to ooze, Frigga called Dr. Banner, a revolutionary surgeon who wasn't very popular among the conservative and certainly not among his colleagues that didn't adopt new theories with ease. The little Asian girls also came up with herbal recipes and ingredients from the Chinese district. The medical procedures and loving care returned Loki to life, but the trauma grew deep roots in his brain. Luckily for him Borson never asked for his services again. Loki's hatred was so powerful that he would have tried to kill the man if he got the chance. Frigga had a hand in this too. Everyone in the house and a few outsiders knew she visited Borson, but no one found out what has been said on the occasion.