Before I knew it I was in my car and on the way to Shreveport. Finally, things were normal. Well, as normal as could be expected for a telepathic fairy barmaid and her Viking vampire lover. Eric and I didn't exactly define what we are to each other but I am bonded to him and I am his… wife (it's still hard for me to even think). And whether I like it or not, I love him. As I pulled into the parking lot I became almost giddy at the idea of seeing Eric. Oh brother. I could tell he new I was here, he filled the bond with his own kind of excitement. Damn him. I made my way through the door and into the bar. Fangtasia was just busy with lustful fangbangers and pissed off vampires as it always is. On my way to Eric's usual booth I passed a couple vampires and they stopped, gave me a deep, respectful nod, and continued on their way. I guess everyone was aware of my status as Eric's… wife. Once at the booth a slutty fangbanger took my order (my usual gin and tonic) and swiftly left.

The next thing I knew Pam was at my side a huge smile on her face. "Sookie, my dear friend," she said and kissed me on the cheek, "What a lovely surprise, Eric is very pleased," her smile widened.

"You know me, whatever I can do to please The Big Man," I said sarcastically. Pam threw her head back and laughed.

"Well The Big Man, as you put it, wants you to meet him in his office." I rolled my eyes and went to there without argument and plopped myself down on the black leather couch. I crossed my legs Indian style and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down. In through the nose, out through the mouth, Sookie. I didn't know how much time I spent sitting there, but after a time I felt a presence so I peeked out from under one of my lids and nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Niall? What are you doing here? There are like a ton of hungry vamps in the next room!"

"Calm yourself child, I am in no danger," he said simply.

"Okay, then why are you here?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know, Niall only came to me himself under dyer circumstances. I braced myself.

"I have caught wind of an impending attack on you and your Viking, but needent fret, I have found a solution. I can't explain it to you now, but you will discover my plan for yourself soon enough. I'm sorry, my child." And with that he touched my head with his index finger and everything went black.

I woke up, groggy, disoriented and very, very pissed off. What the fuck, Niall? I thought to myself, could you be a little more cryptic? I tried to lift myself from the floor when I realized something was different. The ground underneath me was not the shiny black tile of Fangtasia. I was lying in the dirt. What the hell? I look around to find myself in a near-closet-sized shack. I was going to kill Niall, if Eric didn't get to him first. I suspected he would be even more upset with him than I was. I tried to brush the dirt from my clothes when I noticed that I was not wearing my expensive, dark wash jeans Eric had insisted on buying me. It looked as though I was wearing a sack of some sort. Okay, now this is getting weird. Just as I was about to open the door I heard a scream from outside, and not just one scream. I looked out the window of the closet/shack to see a very mid-evil looking village burning to the ground. Oh shit! Then someone was banging on the door. "The barbarians are here, you must run, you must hide!"

And that's when I froze. Yes, I, Sookie Stackhouse frightened stiff. Now is not the time to be a chicken shit Sookie, I yelled at myself. Just move, one foot in front of the other. Come on! It was no use, and they were getting closer I could hear clanging or swords and grunting and screaming of dying villagers. Within moments hell would be, literally, at my door step. I regained my ability to move but it was too late, I coward against the wall covering my face with my hands that was when the door splintered and broke everywhere. In its place three giant men in animal skins appeared. I whimpered and looked at the men who I knew would be my killers.

"Eric? Thank god, it's you!" I ran to him and wrapped my arms securely around his waist. "I am so happy to see you!" I sobbed, nuzzling my face into his exposed chest. Only then did I realize something was definitely wrong. He was warm, like human warm. I ripped myself away from him and snapped my arms to my sides. The three men looked at me wide eyed, and then, believe it or not, fell onto their knees before me. Now what? At first I thought I did something to them with my newly developed fairy powers, that was until I scanned their minds.

Freyja? It must be her; I have never seen a woman as divine as she. Or is she a Valkyrie? She is beautiful… I looked directly into Eric's eyes and blushed. He had no idea who I was, he was human, he was dressed like a Viking; I came up with only one logical conclusion. Niall has sent me back in time, well; either that or I am crazier than people think I am. The two other Vikings agreed with Eric. They thought I was a goddess!

Freyja knows Eric? How does she know him? Is reputation worthy of a goddess?

Once we return home Eric must share with me his secret, I must know how he became worthy of such a creature as Freyja.

In a panic, I quickly remembered reading about Norse Mythology after seeing that movie with Nathalie Portman. And it said Freyja was the goddess of love, lust, beauty and death. Oh brother. I didn't know what to do so I motioned for the men to stand. I guess I will have to just play along. I was not leaving Eric's side until I knew exactly where I was, or why I was sent here. I took a deep breath removed my hair from my eyes and said, with all the confidence and authority I could muster. "Eric?" He met my eyes, still shocked I knew him. "Take me home."