A/N: So long since the last time I posted anything on here! I'm not completely dead, just ran out of ideas for a while.

I originally didn't write this with the intention to post it online, but, then I changed my mind. Some research had to be put into this in order to make it as legit as possible since there's a new character which never existed in the Thor series nor in Norse mythology, but I guess it's good enough. You'll tell me about it!

Also, for those who wish to skip the sexual parts, simply skip Part III; that is where things seriously go down. There is sex before, but it's not described or not as graphic as then.

*DISCLAIMER: I CREATED THE MAIN CHARACTER, BUT THE REST DOES NOT BELONG TO ME*


- Prologue -

Do not bother making researches about me because my name is nowhere to be found in textbooks. It is as if I never existed, but I did, and not only in Asgard. Let me explain.

My name is Frayne, I was born on Midgard in Norway in 813 and drowned during a storm at the age of six. My parents—Vikings—were known in the village for their great beliefs into the gods, and always served them well. The night of my passing away, to apologize for their loss and to reward them for their loyalty, Njord, the god of sea and wind, came down to our house and proposed to my parents to take me away with him so that I would live with him and his family in the Home of the Gods: Asgard. Of course, my parents were so honored that they could not refuse. Prior to his departure, Njord cast a storm upon our village and our house had been destroyed—and my parents were never to be found again—so that the secret would die with them and, thus, never would anyone on Midgard know of Frayne. Frayne is the name Father gave me once on Asgard; my real name was Kaynr, but since his twins' names were Freyja and Freyr, he changed the 'K' for 'Fr' and that way it appeared like I really was one of his children—which, at first, sounded silly, but happened to work.

I grew up there, learned to live the way the gods did; I developed powers, learned to fight: daggers, out of any, were my weapons of choice—thanks to a certain someone I met soon upon my arrival on Midgard—, although Father kept on telling me that they were dangerous because of how close I would have to be to kill my opponent. He was right, but I always enjoyed a bit of closeness in every day's life. No wonder I became the Goddess of Lust, Desire and Seduction! I wanted to be close to my opponents and so did they want to be close to me, which made it so much easier to kill them since they could never keep their guards up with me. The only thing they could keep up was that great sword they proudly wore between their legs!

Now, I did not come here to talk about myself—although a quick introduction felt necessary. I must insist on the fact that, as some might have noticed by now, I am not an actual goddess. I was born from two human beings who sacrificed themselves in order for their daughter to rise to Asgard, but that technically never made me a goddess. However, that was a secret which only three people in all the Nine Realms knew about: me, my Father, Njord, and Loki. One must wonder why would the God of Lies and Mischief know about this and, knowing him from legends I had heard back on Midgard, I did not like the idea either at first, but Father had a solid point: we needed to get Asgardians to believe that I belonged. To insure such a thing to occur, Father asked Loki to shape-shift into an average Asgard woman which would play the role of my native mother, but Loki refused. He told Father that he would help him if he was allowed to shape-shift into a Jotunn—being born one himself, he most likely wanted to get to fully be one of his own for a while—, and Father, against his will, accepted. My mother was, thus, named Rælh and, for ten days, we walked around Asgard, attended events and even hosted a party at our place to honor Rælh's arrival in the realm with Njord's half-Asgardian, half-Jotunn child and stepsister of Freya and Freyr: me. It actually was a success and even my siblings fell into the trap. Then, at the end of the tenth day, Loki faked Rælh's death so that he could go back to his life.

Back then, I was six and he was sixteen. During his stay at our palace, when my brother and sister were put to bed and Father was away in his quarters, Loki would return to his normal form and would teach me tricks. In fact, I had fallen in love with daggers because he had let me play with his—though we had had to be super careful because Father would have killed him right away if something had happened to me.

I had been very sad when Loki left and, luckily, my sadness for his departure was interpreted as sadness regarding the loss of my mother and never had anyone doubted my origins. Then, Father and I had a talk during which he explained that I was strictly forbidden to see or talk to Loki again since he wanted to avoid suspicions at all cost. That had made me even sadder, but I had promised that I would do no such things; keeping my future daggers as the only memory of him I could carry around freely.

As the years had passed, I had developed relationships with quite a handful of fellows which had happened to cross my path and, at the age of seventeen, it sounded fair to say that I fully had acquired my status of the goddess of all those things my older brother and sister did not want to deal with—but, as a Midgardian, I enjoyed guilty pleasures and an inch of dark lust. Here, men and women dreamed of spending a night in my bed after hearing those who had bragged about it, and I loved it. Needless to say that I was skilled with both genders, yet, when I would sleep with men, I intended on not only giving as I would do with women, but I intended on receiving as well... a lot. It was only a preference, but I enjoyed men to dominate me. And, as much as I was not known for desiring but rather for being desired, there was one man who I had desired for a long time and who had not happened to make his way into my bed yet.

It took me years to realize that what I was feeling for him back when he was playing my mother was more than just friendship, but, the day it finally hit me, I threw daggers all over my room and destroyed most of the furniture. Father rushed inside my room and held me in his arms as I sobbed. I remained quiet for three full days as darkness began to take over me. Little did I know that that was the beginning of my powers appearing.

What came first was the ability to cast an infinite amount of daggers and, that, no matter what I was wearing: I could have been fully naked and would still have been able to slash someone's throat if I had to. Though, as a memory—and as an accessory I enjoyed wearing—, I kept wearing my weapons which I had owned since I was thirteen strapped on my thigh and occasionally used them. Then: the White Kiss, the ability to poison someone through a kiss and kill them within twenty seconds. It revealed itself to be very useful and effective, but it gave me headaches for the first two weeks as my body was creating the venom which enabled me to perform it. I had also developed a strong ability to not only understand people's feelings by simply touching them, but to also know what would cause those feelings even if that person was a total stranger to me. Lastly, lust came knocking at my door and gifted me with strong charisma and charm which I used at my own advantage to get into people's bed—or to get them into mine—when horniness crept upon me. Quickly, I had a reputation—and a good one—and everyone desired me. Surprisingly, Father was extremely proud of me as I had succeeded, as a Midgardian, to not only blend into his world but also to develop powers.

I was nineteen, and he was twenty-nine. I had not talked to him ever since he had left our house when the Rælh story was done and the only time I had seen him was when there would be events hosted by his family in town, but I was always so far away in the crowd that he would never notice me. I, on the other hand, tended to observe his every move and spy on him from afar. Many times, I caught him head back to his room with a lady or two and, instead of mourning over that, I would find a few fellows to distract myself—and calm the rage within. But I would not complain for I enjoyed myself a bit of sex out of frustration for not being in his bedroom.

That one night after the celebration of the first day of Yule—a celebration of the winter solstice which lasts twelve days—, I was lying down in bed thinking, allowing thoughts of Loki to float around my brain. A few hours before, I had observed him a great lot as I was wandering around the party—basically following him. Just like during any festivity which took place at Odin's palace, I had dressed up in one of my most elegant dresses which—like everything else I wore—harbored my signature colors: black, purple and silver.

Father was never a big fan of Yule and allowed Freya, Freyr and I to go on our own to the festivities. Furthermore, Odin was away for the full duration of the event which allowed Thor and Loki to host; thus, Yule was very popular amongst teenagers and young adults who were going there not only for the celebration, but also for the fun they knew they would have since Yule was more about having a fun time with fancy clothes on rather than a serious and formal event like about everything else. The Odinson and Laufeyson brothers enjoyed themselves a lot of booze and music during their legendary Yule parties, and I enjoyed dressing a bit less decent for the occasion because of all the youth that would be surrounding me—and I was extremely popular among those my age, so it was my duty to give them something to look at.

I had had a lot to drink on that first night, and, so, I decided to remain in bed for some time—an hour, perhaps more—as the effects of alcohol would slowly go away. I also felt a certain comfort in reminding myself of what I had seen over the night as much as it made me horny to have such a handsome man fill my thoughts. When I felt better, I got out of bed and walked to the big mirror in my room to take a moment to admire myself. I analyzed my long black hair, my blue eyes, the black and purple lace kimono I wore on top of a tank top and shorts which matched in colors and fabric. As the Goddess of Lust, Desire and Seduction, I ought to have the sexiest sleepwear in all the Nine Realms and I must admit that I was pretty confident I did. While admiring my body my brain kept on playing images of Loki for me and that got me even hornier.

There was an infamous tale about the changing color of my eyes in Asgard. Because they would get lighter to the point where they would nearly disappear and look all white when I was aroused; people said that it was because of all the lust which flowed through my veins and that it would go up to my brain and get my eyes to turn so pale. That tended to scare people as they would find out that the tale that had heard of revealed itself to be true, but, personally, I enjoyed seeing myself like that as I found it made me look mysterious and dangerous—like the Goddess of Death, Hela.

I took a few more steps towards the mirror until its silver edge was within my reach, solidly grabbed onto it and, without ever looking away from the reflection of my own irises getting lighter and lighter, lowered my free hand down on me and began to masturbate. At first, I was being gentle with myself to warm me up a little, but then it got more and more intense as my movements got harder and faster, my brain feeding me with flashes of the handsome Trickster as I pleasured myself. When I came, loud screams escaped from my lips and I had to stop myself from pronouncing his name while orgasming. Then, I fell down on my knees, panting, and my hand between my legs shaking from the effort and my fingertips wet. Feeling the shaking of my hand traveling throughout my body and all the way up to my neck, I slowly looked up at my reflection as my eyes ever so slowly got back to their normal color.

I suppose that, at this point, some people are still wondering why I am saying all of this; mythology is a collection of myths created by people in order to entertain, and, as someone who got to live on Midgard and hear a bunch Norse myths herself, I can tell that a lot of those myths I heard had some truth in them which I got to see or live in the Land of the Gods. However, the simple fact that Midgardians never knew of me brought a lot of falsehood to a great amount of myths as it caused people to not worship my sister for what she really was. Freya was never the goddess of sex as some might think; I was. She was never as outgoing and reckless as some people might think; she was not a party animal and worshiped the purest form of love, and I had always thought her to be against me sleeping around until the day she had indirectly expressed her indifference towards it. But the myth Midgardians ignore the more about is the most famous of all myths: Ragnarok, which is when Gods and Frost Giants will fight each other and cause the apocalypse. It is true that Loki killing Baldur, the God of Light and Joy, was a major event in the beginning of the end of the cycle, but there are a lot of missing details in your common version of the story. But, on that first night of Yule, I had unknowingly taken a decision which was going to be the central event of Ragnarok.

This is the story of how the God of Lies and Mischief and the Goddess of Lust, Seduction and Desire will cause the end of our world by simply sleeping together.


A/N: This is the first part of a two-part story I wish to write, but I can't promise that the second part will ever come to life, so disregard that detail for, this really is just me informing you of a potential action-packed second part on how Ragnarok could happen, but knowing this or not does not change anything to THIS.