Freyja's Fancies

by sabbync

Freyja comes to Chicago for a new job with Lara Raith. What antics will the blonde goddess get up to? Minor canon noncompliance, ignore the 17 words that have been written about Freyja and all is well. Most chapters are short, but I will be uploading them at a steady pace.

2. Chapter 2

The blonde walked into McAnally's to a couple stares. It was relatively busy, but still plenty of free seats at the bar. Freyja took a seat and began reading the menu when a drunken voice behind her said, "Hey gorgeous."

Freyja turned around to see a heavyset boy in his 20s with a neck beard. "You've got some *hic* great cuuuurves," he said. Freyja rolled her eyes and was contemplating what to do. She decided to throw the asshole out of the bar. Literally.

She never got the chance. A long, muscular arm reached out from behind the bar and grabbed the boy by his t-shirt, yanking him forward. "You," the bartender said. "Out." The boy hesitated. "Now." There was something in the man's voice and eyes that conveyed an aura of 'don't-fuck-with-me.' The boy skedaddled.

"Sorry," the man said, turning towards Freyja. "What's your order?"

"I'll have a glass of Purity vodka, neat, on ice. And your lamb sandwich." The man responded with a nod and a grunt. A few seconds later, Freyja was sipping vodka and looking out at the bar. She had definitely come to the right place. Thirteen pillars were arranged at odd angles and symbols decorated the walls and floor. The bar had been fixed up nicely, but there were still scrapes and scorch marks from previous fights. She smiled, looking forward to what awaited her.