Chapter Three
When Freya walks into the kitchen she is wearing the clothes that Sif left outside her room. Along with the borrowed clothes she is still wearing Logan's jacket.
Sif notices the jacket and smiles, "Freya please take a seat I've almost finished preparing the meal."
"Does that mean you went hunting and slaughtered the meat?" Freya asked sitting down at the table.
"No I went out and bought a meal. Logan is in his study working. Would you like a coffee or something else to drink?"
"Would it be possible to have a cup of tea?" Freya asked, looking around the kitchen as if Logan would just appear. She recognised the women in the kitchen, but it wasn't a strong memory.
"Sure, a cup of tea and Logan will join us in a while." Sif says making a cup of tea and handing it to Freya along with a jug of milk and some sugar. She sits down at the table, "before you ask yes, we do know each other, and I am the lady Sif who was banished from Asgard for cheating on prince Thor her fiancé. I can though help you get home to Asgard."
"How exactly you've been kicked out for being a whore? You cheated on my brother and my parents punished you?" Freya asked, annoyance skipping into her voice. She couldn't believe her rescuer was friends with someone like the lady Sif. It wasn't possible she told herself and tried to convince herself that Logan was using the lady Sif as a servant.
Sif watched Freya noticing that the other girl had not touched her tea. "I haven't poisoned your tea but if you'd rather speak with Logan I can go and get him. In a week I will help you get back to Asgard. There is no need to give me a reward or even tell anyone that I helped you. Logan is the one who saved you after all."
Freya slowly sipped on the tea. "Thank you for the tea Sif. May I ask you questions, or do you need permission from your master?"
"I have no master or husband. I live my own life and obey no one. Ask any question you wish to ask?"
"You were thrown to earth at least a hundred earth years ago."
"Yes, it was my punishment."
"How long have I been gone for."
"In earth years no more than seven years. By Asgardian years seven hundred."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I read the files of those who were not lucky enough to live. You are only mentioned in the last seven years of the file. The people who took you are pure bastards, but they do have incredible record keeping skills."
"You sounds like you admire them?" Freya asked, the anger and hatred clear in her voice.
"No I hate them. They took me as well for well I'm not actually sure how long. I hope that they are soon wiped from the earth and that I never have to see any of them again. Logan why don't you keep princess Freya company. The food will be ready in an hour and I will be back in a week. Try to keep on her good side those who don't... well let's just say they suffer a lot." Sif said, standing up from the table and leaving the room as Logan walked in.
Freya instantly sat up just a bit straighter and pushed a stand of hair back behind her ear. She smiled as Logan joined her at the table "may I ask how Sif became your housekeeper? She keeps the house clean, but she does not seem to understand that you are the one in charge."
Logan laughed, "Sif is not my housekeeper. If I gave her orders, she would punch me and then tell me we are equal. She does most of the housework but for some reason that I don't really get she enjoys cleaning. I see her as a friend and when she is very annoying as a sister. While you are here you can help me with keeping the house clean as she's away for a week."
"You expect me to clean. I am no servant I am the princess of Asgard and when I marry a prince, I will become the queen of that kingdom. Surely you do not expect me to clean when you could simply tell Sif to do her job as your sister. If this is your home, then you are in charge. Why is she going away for a week? When exactly is she going? I need to go home and be with my family. I have been away for too long." Freya said, her voice beginning to crack from the emotions she was trying to hold in.
"I expect you to be willing to help out Princess. You are not a prisoner and I am not going to force you to do anything that might upset you. But I would be grateful if after a meal you put the plate either in the sink or the dishwasher. She is going away for a week on a private matter and I am not going to tell you where she is going. She understands better than most that you would like to be back with your family but as I said a personal thing has come up. In just seven days you will be back in Asgard free to forget myself and every other human on the planet. Be patient and the days will pass quickly." Logan explained, handing Freya a tissue to dry her eyes.
"Alright I guess I can wait seven days and you can show me around. I will also put my plate in the sink as I have no idea what a dishwasher is"
"Fair enough princess but you can not go around telling people that you are a princess of Asgard. Most humans are not going to believe you and will either think you are being incredible cruel to them by tricking them with such a lie or they will think you are insane. Neither is how you want people to see you." Logan said, as he stood up to check on the food. After checking that it was still very much cooking, he returned to the table.
"How is the food being cooked?"
"In the oven."
"No, I thought of realised that but how. I can see no fire inside the oven. The few times that I entered the kitchen within the palace well a full pig was being roasted over a fire and only bread was ever cooking inside anything. Sif gave no indication that she was making bread. Though she did not tell me what she was even cooking."
"Don't worry it is nothing fancy. To me it just looks like a roast."
"A roast?"
"Roast pork is my guess with potatoes peas all the normal stuff you get with a roast. Leave anything that you do not like. No one is going to force feed you anything that you don't like. I am aware that you and Sif know each other from Asgard and do not exactly have a friendship but I promise that she is not a threat. She will return in a week and then she will take you to Asgard."
"Thank you."
The week goes by just as Logan had predicted very quickly. For most of the week Freya spent her time reading and catching up on the history of Earth. Every evening though she would sit with Logan and tells him about life on Asgard and how she missed her younger brother Thor and baby brother Loki. He would only ask questions that he was sure would not upset her too much. She seemed to appreciate that he was taking her feelings into account though she noticed quickly that he did not seem very willing to share very much with her.
The morning that she was due to leave for Asgard she awoke early determined to make breakfast for herself Logan and Sif as a thank you for allowing her to stay. While she was cooking, she became distracted by arguing she could hear behind the closed door that led to Logan's private study one of the few rooms she had never been allowed to enter along with Logan's bedroom and Sif's bedroom as well. By the time she turned back to the food there was a fire blazing and the only thing she was able to do was scream.
Logan came rushing out of his office claws out looking ready to kill the enemy. He noticed the fire and started growling before putting the fire out when he turned to Freya, she looked terrified and threw a kettle at him. It harmlessly bounced off him before crashing to the floor and leaving a large dent in it. "Princess was there a reason to break the kettle?"
"You had your claws out and were going to attack me for starting a fire. I simply wanted to defend myself and well I saw in the paper that a circus was in town." Freya said, refusing to acknowledge that she might have over reacted to the claws. He was meant to be her protector not a crazed monster.
"You were screaming bloody murder. I thought you were being killed. Sorry if I scared you that was not my intention." Logan said, causing his claws to disappear again. "A circus comes to town every few months you get used to it. Is there a reason you mentioned the circus?"
"I have never been to a circus and would like to go."
"You are leaving for Asgard with Sif in an hour. The circus does not open its doors until eight this evening." Logan said, picking up the broken kettle and pulling cereal out of the cupboard and then three bowls. "Would you get out the milk and sugar please."
"Logan I would really like to go to the circus. Can you and Sif not take me home tomorrow instead? One more day will not hurt. I am starting to like Earth and you are not that bad though you still need to bathe more." Freya said, doing as she was asked and trying to use the fact that Logan was now her friend to have him agree with her.
"Sif is taking you home in an hour. I will not be able to come with you to Asgard."
"Why are you not taking me home? I still don't completely trust Sif, but I do trust you. Please Logan convince Sif that she and you can take me back to Asgard so that we can go to the circus together. She might not be your lover or your wife but as your sister surely she will listen to you even if she is not a sister by blood."
"I am not free to take you home to Asgard with Sif. My work has given me an important assignment and I have already missed a week so I will leave you int the hands of Sif. She will not harm you and just wants you to be back on Asgard so that you will be safe. Eat your breakfast and then go and get ready to leave." Logan said, the strain in his voice very clear as he got up from the table and left the room to get ready for work.
Freya watched him leave unable to say anything. She couldn't understand why he was no longer coming with her or that he would turn down an enjoyable evening with herself. Once she was back on Asgard she planned to tell her father to send gold and whatever else Logan might need so that he no longer had to work and more importantly could live in a house by himself and far away from Sif.
An hour later Sif with a bag on her back led the way into the forest that was at the back of Logan's home. Freya followed still wearing Logan's jacket. Throughout her stay she had worn the jacket and he had never asked for it back or indicated that he needed it. She knew it was childish, but she wanted to remember the hero who had saved her and not asked for anything in return.
