Authors Notes:
So this is a totally new story.. again,
It may just be a one shot might be multiple chapters depending on the interest
I don't own any marvel characters and my ownership of Freya is only as a character...
Enjoy.
Part one Worth Saving.
Freya had heard many things about Midgard from her brothers, Thor had told her to avoid it at all cost and Loki had told her that it was a wonderful place.
She however found it to be a den of all that was wrong in the realms. People drank to excess, they spent money they didn't have on things they didn't need, they didn't value the ideas of others and most of all they didn't believe in their own potential.
She loved it.
Which is why she found herself scoping out the seediest bars in the areas she stayed each week.
Thor was convinced that her sister had taken herself off to avoid Stark's prying questions about why she chose to remain single,
Loki figured that she was cultivating some random plants or whatever it was that she did how was he to know.
Freya was however researching one of her trademarks Desire.
She watched as men in bars became drunker and drunker, propositioning her with mad up jobs or made up wealth, it was rather banal.
A few she'd liked the look of so she had slept with them, they wouldn't remember her the morning after which was a mercy.
One man however she'd been unconsciously following.
He was tall and well muscled, dark brown to black hair, and a grim face, eyes that saw you, all of you without even making eye contact. She half wondered if he was a forgotten line of Asgard, he carried himself with the poise and grace of a warrior line, She sipped her alcoholic beverage and shocker head it was a silly notion.
Yet again she watched him fight, he was slowly becoming an obsession, she could detail most of the things he would do before and after a fight.
tonight however he came to sit next to her at the bar and she got prepared to have her illusions about this man shatter, was he an investment banker from Idaho or perhaps an actor from hollywood?
"Whatcha Drinking?" He asked nodding to her now empty glass
She smiled "whatever's the most potent thing in here"
he nodded to the bartender and another drink appeared in front of her.
"Thank you"
He shrugged and sipped his own drink seeming not to care to engage in conversation.
"Nice Fight..." she tried again sweeping an auburn lock of hair behind her ear.
He made an odd non committal sound as if to say 'guess so' before sitting back and looking at her.
"Why you following me?" He finally asked.
She shrugged "I didn't start out following you, I'm not a... weirdo... I... why do you fight?" the question hadn't been supposed to come out like that it just... fell out of her mouth.
"You didn't answer my question, so why should I answer yours?" he asked raising an eyebrow and tipping back his bottle to catch the last dregs of his drink.
"Because I don't know why Im following you, I just am... Damn it..." her phone vibrated in her pocket and she answered it "Hey Steve, yes Im fine...When? Umm... I should be able to make it back for then yeah, Ok give them my love I miss you all" she pressed the end call button.
"Family?" he asked.
"Sort of... friends.. people I lodge with."
"Huh."
"What about you?"
He shrugged and ordered another drink for himself and the same for her.
"Thanks... you don't really talk much do you."
"You talk enough for the both of us" he said with the shadow of a smile.
"So what is it that you do exactly?" she asked taking a sip of her drink.
"This mostly." He said with a non committal shrug.
"Oh... well your good at it, chatting up people afterwards not so much."
"Wasn't trying to chat you up was trying to find out who sent you. An why you don't.. aren't normal"
"Because normal is a terrible stereotype and its a shame, most men in here have tried to chat me up tonight"
"Yet your not interested... why?"
She shrugged "they're not my type."
"Huh" came his response, before he took a long pull of his beer and shrugged on his leather jacket "see a nice normal person would have asked you what was your type, but me.. well I just don't give a damn."
she nodded "Good to know thanks."
"you're welcome. You need a lift anywhere?"
"What is this white knight syndrome rearing its ugly head? trying to protect the damsel in distress?"
"you don't have a jacket and you're wearing skintight jeans and I don't spot any car keys in those pockets. So d'you need a lift?"
"I'd like to finish my drink that you got me first if it's all the same." she replied staring at her jeans with the utmost loathing for them.
He shrugged "sure we can do that. I need to pick up my winnings first anyway"
She nodded and downed half of he drink, feeling the slow burn of alcohol down her throat. If she was lucky she'd sleep until he dropped her off wherever he chose to and that would be an end to that. They'd have met and she'd have been in the presence of one of the most handsome men to grace that whole realm in her eyes, and they'd go their separate ways never to meet again.
A hand on her shoulder alerted her to his presence and she nodded finishing the last of her drink.
"Good thing we leave now, some of the regulars are all about who's gonna take you home willing or unwilling" he whispered into her ear.
She chuckled "White knight syndrome confirmed."
"Hey Its for your own good."
"Yeah a horde of wolverine fangirls are in there plotting my demise as we speak."
"My names not Wolverine, its Logan."
"Mines Freya."
"well where're are you headed Freya?"
"Manhattan, New York city."
"It'll take a few days to get there.."
"I'll pay gas money"
He nodded and pointed to his van.
She got into the passenger side, a few days, no matter how much she had drunk she wouldn't be comatose for that long. this would be a little difficult... still her topic of study was desire, here was a willing lab rat.
