TITLE: On the Turning Away 5B/13
SERIES: Dark Side of the Rainbow Bridge
AUTHOR:  Raven4  ( arcadian13_2000@... )
ARCHIVE:  Feel free, but I wanna know where
FANDOM:  X:WP, H:TLC
PAIRING: Strife/Cupid, Eris/Various
RATING: NC-17 OC, POV
WARNINGS:
1. WARNING WARNING: Non-Consensual sex ahead.  This tale will include mention of the multiple rape of Discord.  
I'm not planning on being very graphic, but I am planning on being very emotional.  If this squicks you out, don't 
read it.  Skip this chapter.
2. Very little DeadStrife tm.  This is mainly Freya's edited account of the conception of Strife, Joxer and 
Jett/Jace and the last days of Asgaard.
3. Heavy Angst ahead.  The recollection of rape, torture and deicide is not a happy smiley story.  If you don't 
like Angst, see warning 1.
4. Darkside 5A is written in the poetic style of Icelandic sagas.  If you find it difficult to follow, there will 
be a normal version of the story labeled Dark Side 5B.  If you are enjoying this series, I recommend reading both 
as there are some details particular to each.
5. She's not Mary Sue; she's my goddess.

DISCLAIMER:  Actual Gods and Monsters are public domain.  So there!  Herc and Xena Original characters (Joxer, 
Strife, etc.) belong to Ren Pics and Flat Earth Prods.  Translation; Don't break 'em and make sure they've been 
washed when you return 'em.

NOTES:
Freya is the secret identity of the goddess formerly known as Munin.  Ragnarok is the Norse end of the world.  For 
Questions about other Norse names and terms used by the goddess, visit http://www.pantheon.org/mythica.html  
Flames will be cheerfully ignored or used to keep Asgaard burning.

SUMMARY:  Freya confesses her crime while protecting the innocent



"My name is Freya Njordsdattir."  She locked her gaze on his face.  "And I brought about the end of the world."



For the second time in as many hours, Strife, god of Mischief stared at his servant with his mouth hanging open.  

Long moments passed before he closed it with a snap and looked at her skeptically.



"Care to run that by me again, birdy girl?"  He asked.  "'Cause I don't think I heard ya right."



"You heard me, my lord."  She said softly.  Her eyes were far away, fixed on sights that she had once seen and no 

one would ever see again.  "See, it went down like this; long ago, there was a set of worlds ruled over by gods 

called the Aesir and the Vanir.  These two clans of gods had been beating on each other forever, and we were all 

kinda sick of it, so we decided to work it all out.  As was our way, both clans exchanged hostages to live with 

the other.  That's how we used to help cement peace in the north.



My brother, Frey and myself went with our dad, Njord, left our Vanir home and moved to the lands of the Aesir, 

where we were treated like long lost family.  Odin ruled over the Aesir, he's also called Allfather or one eye on 

account of he gave up an eye at the well of Mimir to get smarter.  His Meadhall was called Gladsheim.  It's the 

Einherjar party, ya know, those who bought it in combat.  All night they party in Valhalla, and all day they fight 

each other stupid.  Then at night they'd get all healed up and started the cycle all over again.  Odin set that 

whole deal up cause he needed the best troops rallied and trained for the day when Ragnarok, the doom of the gods 

came down.



An oracle, we call them Valas, had given out a prophecy that one day, Loki was gonna escape from his punishment 

for killing Baldur.  She said that he would come with an army of the dead, leading the fire giants and the ice 

giants, plus his half-breed kid, Fenris Wolf.



All these folks were gonna meet in Asgaard on the plain of Ida to do battle on that final day.  Fenris would 

devour Odin, then be killed by Odin's son Vadir.  Thor, the thunder god would kill the Midgaard serpent which had 

been coiled around the earth, then he was s'posed ta die of the snake's poison before he could take seven steps.  

Surt, the leader of the fire giants was gonna kill my brother, Frey at the outset of the battle because Frey, like 

an idiot had given away his sword to buy a wife.



At any rate, some of the gods would die and some of us would live and then Surt was gonna burn the worlds to ashes.  

Then, when it was over, Baldur, son of Frigga the god queen would return from the dead to rule over a re-born 

world that was s'posed ta be a paradise.  Sounds kinda stupid, huh?



But nobody ever doubted a Vala's words.  Prophecies were fate, and no one could change them.  So the Asgaardian's 

pretty much stuck with the whole eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we die philosophy.  I did the same, until 

Loki returned.



Baldur was the son of Odin and Frigga, see and Loki had killed him cause he though it would be funny.  So we tied 

him up in Hel.  That's like your Hades.  Unfortunately for all of us, some of the Svartalfs, the evil dwarves 

found Loki's prison and let him out.  They though he was funny and since he didn't have any other place to go, he 

stayed with 'em.



Loki figured it was as good a place as any to lie low until he could figure out a way to either topple the Aesir 

or find some way to be reinstated as one of their elders.  His chance came along in no time in the fetching form 

of a beautiful runaway Grekkengoddess.  She'd run away from Grekkenheim, that's your Olympus cause of an argument 

or somethin'.  Anyway, she discovered the Svartalf's city since she was easy on the eyes and fun to hang with, 

they invited her to join their party.  They're into goddesses.



She accepted and lo and behold, there was another god at this shindig.  It was Loki, and she thought he was hot 

from the moment she laid eyes on 'im.  See, this Grekchick was still a virgin, and appeared to be looking to fix 

that, if ya know what I mean, so she started flirtin' with him.  Loki enjoyed it for a while, but got irritated 

with her really quick because she acted like his equal an' didn't let him win all the time.  So he challenged her 

to a contest of riddles.



She said okay and they got to it, but every riddle Loki asked, the Grekkenmaid could answer.  Eventually, Loki, 

being a prick, decided that she was insulting him on purpose, and he got really pissed off.  He decided that he'd 

teach her a lesson and get back into Asgaard at the same time.  He slipped a mickey into her drink and when she'd 

passed out, he carried her from the Svartalf's realm to Asgaard.



Loki and Odin were blood brothers and Loki knew what turned Odin's crank.  One eye's favorite game was cherry 

picking.  He'd do it whenever he could get away with it.  So Loki took the unconscious virgin goddess to Aegir's 

hall, where the Asgaardian gods were, as always, getting drunk and eating.  He hid the girl outside then disguised 

himself and entered the hall.



Once he was in, he revealed himself only to Odin and begged him on the strength of their long friendship to come 

and see the gift he'd brought.  Odin went out and damn if his tongue didn't drag the ground.  It wasn't often he 

got divine virgins, because there was always someone looking out for the local goddesses, but Loki told him that 

this one was alone and far from home.



The Grekkenchick was stirring by this time, an' she put up a hell of a fight when Odin put his hands on her, but 

the two gods dragged her to the base of Yggdrasil, which is the tree that gives life and holds up the worlds.  

They tied her up on her belly to the root of Yggdrasil.  Loki was a right bastard.  He was cruel and clever and 

humiliated the poor girl by forcing her thighs open and displaying her sex to the hungry eyes of the lord of 

Asgaard as casually as you'd open the mouth of a horse to look at it's teeth.



The poor goddess started to cry, and it made Odin even hotter to break her open. Her pleas and tears were like 

music to him, and so he popped her while Loki licked the tears from her face.  Odin was cruel, but at least he 

finished quickly.  Loki Godkiller took a turn next.  He took his time and beat her up while he raped her.  He was 

as brutal as possible, and didn't finish until he heard her scream in pain.  Then he came inside her and wiped 

himself clean on her long black hair.



But it wasn't enough for Loki.  Oh hell no.  He said he was going straight back into the party to find another 

cock for the slut to ride.  Odin stayed, pig that he was, to beat on her some more.  She cursed him and swore, 

threatening everything from blighted crops to athlete's foot 'til, at last he got tired of her whining and took 

her mouth with brutal force.  That's when Loki returned with my brother, Frey."



Freya took a deep breath, her jaw tight.  Strife could hear the shaking rage in her voice and tried really hard 

not even to breath.  He figured she had to get through this story more for her own sake than to keep him informed.



"My brother was a sex god, yes, but he was also the male god of true love.  If he'd known the truth, he'd have 

beat Loki stupid, but he'd allowed himself to be tricked.



Loki told Frey there was an Aesir girl who wanted to have sex with him, but was too shy to ask.  Godkiller told 

him that the lady would only meet with him if he could not guess her identity.  She wanted him blindfolded, and 

wouldn't speak during the encounter.  I know, I know.  It's stupid!  But that sort of arrangemtent actually wasn't 

too far fetched for some of the antics the Asgaardians got up to i those days.  Frey, like an idiot, bought it 

hook, line, and sinker, so Loki covered his eyes and led him out to Yggdrasil, chuckling all the way.



Now when Loki laughs generally everybody gets nervous, so Frey was concerned by Loki's mirth.  He though it might 

be a trick, so when he came to the girl's body he called out to her to speak to him and tell him who she was.  

Naturally, the goddess couldn't talk with fucking Odin filling her mouth, so Frey heard not a peep.  He called 

again, asking her to tell him that she wanted him, but he got no verbal answer.  Loki, the tricky little shit 

reached out and stroked my brother's body like a lover, and he thought this was the unseen goddess maintaining her 

anonymity, so he got ready to give her all the pleasure a sex god can bestow.



A final time he asked the goddess if she wanted to join with him, and this time, thinking she was playing he said 

he's take her if she didn't speak to stop him.  The poor Grekchick fought like a monster, but Loki and Odin were 

too powerful, and all Frey felt was what he assumed was an aroused trembling.



So he slid into her passage in one liquid thrust.  She was slick with the seed of Odin and Loki so he figured that 

she was ready and hot.  And being a god of love and sex, he used all of his powers to give her pleasure.  This 

only made the poor kid's torment worse, ya know.  Cause she started coming in spite of herself.  Godkiller could 

hardly contain his glee at the fresh bout of cryin' this new indignity caused.  Though she fought to feel nothing, 

no one can resist the touch of a sex god who's giving it his all.



One last time my poor brother brought her to orgasm and then he spilled inside her as well.  Loki caught him as he 

sagged to the ground and carried him back to Aegir's party.  Poor stupid Frey didn't know what he'd done.  Our 

bodies, Frey's and mine, are more fertile than any of the other gods'.  We are god and goddess of love and 

fertility.  His seed coming in on top of Odin's and Loki's caused all three of 'em to catch.



So the girl was implanted with a child from each of them.  Odin and Loki laughed like hyenas and carried their 

torn and bloodied prize in to Aegir's Meadhall.  They thought the whole thing was hilariously funny, and Loki 

really enjoyed getting up on the table in front of everyone telling Frey what he'd done.



My brother was horrified and he hauled ass out of the hall and back to his haven in Alfheim like his tail was on 

fire.  He didn't ever return to Asgaard until the start of Ragnarok.  My poor brother.



Naturally, this pissed my shit off but good.  Bad enough they'd hurt Frey like that, but dammit, all girls first 

times are s'posed to be mine, on account of I'm the goddess of love.  So, I threw a royal fit and demanded that 

the girl go free.  Odin told me to fuck off and started in on her all over again.  What was I gonna do, challenge 

the king of the gods?



I left and Odin's wife Frigga went with me.  Pregnancy and childbirth are hers, so she was pissed too.  We went to 

my place and I brought out my mirror.  We couldn't make Odin let her go, but we didn't have to add to her shame by 

being there.  By the same token, if we had turned our faces away completely it would have seemed like abandoning 

her, which we weren't willing to do.  So we watched, Frigga and I.  We watched the whole thing from beginning to 

end.



Frigga denied the spring for eight months.  Winter ruled all the worlds.  Every day we sent the boys messages 

telling 'em to cut it the fuck out, and finally, when the poor girl was heavy with pregnancy, Odin and Loki 

started beating on her again and I just couldn't take it any more.  I snapped and Frigga snapped with me.  She 

told me to get that girl out of Asgaard no matter what it took or cost.



I wrapped up in my falcon coat and headed out.  I searched a long time for someone I could help to rescue the girl, 

and I finally found him.  He was her brother and he was searching for her.  So I drugged him and wrapped him in my 

coat and carried him to Asgaard through the void so Heimdall wouldn't see him.  I laid out a trail that a blind 

elephant could have followed and set the Grekenlord down at it's beginning, then I hid.



He grabbed the girl an' took her home and I went home to watch what would happen.  He took her to a marble temple 

and turned her over to a gathering of Grekkengoddesses.  Then he went to another temple and gathered all his 

kinsmen.  He told them what had happened and they started preparing for war.



Now this put me in an untenable position.  Frey may have been just a love/ fertility god, but I was a love goddess 

and a goddess of war.  As such, I could see the right of the Greks rage.  I mean, hell, if I coulda killed Loki for 

what he did to Frey I woulda in a heartbeat.  But I didn't want the poor kid to loose any of her family in battle, 

and the Aesir were nothing if not incredible fighters.  I figured I'd give 'em just a little help.



When the Grekkenhost reached the foot of bifrost, I stole Loki's dagger and threw it at Heimdall.  I guess I musta 

missed his lung cause he saw Loki's dagger in his chest, figured Loki was tryin' ta kill 'im and sounded his horn, 

Gjaller to start Ragnarok before he died.



That was pretty much it.  The Vala was wrong.  It wasn't the fire or ice giants that attacked us.  It wasn't the 

dead and the children of Loki who fought against the Einherjar that day.  It was a whole pantheon of pissed off 

Grekken.  Odin fell to a three-headed dog.  The Grekken war god took hours to let Loki die.  And my poor stupid 

brother refused to fight back and was immolated by your fiery sun god.  Some Grekken golden archer chick killed 

Thor after he scotched the Midgaard serpent.  I just sat there, in Aegir's hall in front of the fallen meadtable 

where they'd tortured that poor girl and waited for death.



That golden girl, your Nemesis came striding through the door arrow first.  I just jumped and held my arms 

outstretched.  I wanted her to kill me.  I think I may even have thanked her as two arrows flew, but neither of 

'em hit me anywhere useful.  Her first two shots pinned my wrists against the table.  She nocked the third, but 

she didn't fire.



Do it!  I said.  Dangling three feet above the floor, I was lusting after that third arrow as I never had for any 

thing in my life.  I raised my voice.



DO IT!  I shouted.  Nemesis just looked at me with unreadable eyes.  She lowered he bow as I cursed her.  The pain 

from the arrows was nothin' compared to what was goin' down inside my soul.



"COME ON, DAMN YOU!  KILL ME!  I shouted, hanging there, feeling the shattered bones in my wrists grind as I 

flailed.  I tried every move I could to get free and attack her so she'd just let that fucking arrow fly.  But I 

couldn't get loose, and my tears burned my face as she turned her back and left the hall.  Through the door I 

could see, the whole world was burning, and I couldn't really find it in me to care.



I wanted it all to burn.  It needed to be purified.



That was pretty much it, my lord.  It took me hours, but I finally managed to wriggle off those arrows.  

Everything was burning, so I hid in a knot in the Yggdrasil.  I was half conscious or I might have just leapt 

into the flames.  I woke up, saw the paradise that was born from Asgaard's destruction and ran like hell, and 

I've been running ever since."



Freya's voice trailed off, but her face was pale and streaked with salt and her reddened eyes were still distant, 

fixed on the sights she alone had seen.  The best and the worst of her kind had perished together.  This was the 

cause of her hate for Loki, but it was also the cause of her hate for herself.



Strife looked at her long and hard.  He'd have to think about this.