Chapitre 11: 11: Talk.
The evening had passed pleasantly with the whole clan. As night fell, everyone retired to their rooms after taking some time to further clarify their investigation of that artifact. Aunt May, upon hearing from Ned and Michelle what had happened, scolded Peter for leaving the Institute. Whatever the reason may have been, he should not have left. Ned and Michelle, with permission from their parents, went to the base to spend the night. Regardless, it would be Saturday the next day, and it was no problem if they stayed the weekend surrounded by great heroes.
Michelle was currently in the kitchen, taking some milk from the fridge and pouring it into a glass, taking a sip. It was seven o'clock in the evening, and therefore, still early. She sat on the high stool at the kitchen table, stirring the glass of milk that still remained. Until, suddenly, someone sat in front of her.
"Thought you were asleep?" she was asked, setting aside some signal known only to herself, which she made with her hands, causing small golden and gray sparks.
In response to the question, Michelle sighed and set the glass of milk aside, saying, "No, I can't sleep, Freya. But...what about you? Don't you sleep?"
"Well...not while my brother drives me crazy," Freya responded, and they laughed briefly. "Sharing a room with him is hell. But anyway..." she sighed and said after a while, "Something's bothering you," looking at her intently. "You argued with your parents," she added as an affirmation, and Michelle nodded, a little surprised. "I got into your mind, sorry," Freya smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.
"How did you do that?" Michelle asked, surprised.
"It's complicated to explain," Freya replied. "I'll tell you more when we have more time." Michelle nodded. "But, getting back to what I saw in your mind...Michelle, it's not that they don't understand you, it's just difficult for them to see their only daughter..."
"...surrounded by millions of friends," Michelle completed. "But I don't like that. I'm fine with the few friends I have, Ned, Peter, the Avengers!" she exclaimed. "What else do they want?"
"They want you to be happy," Freya replied, and Michelle looked at her, somewhat puzzled and thoughtful. "It's not that you're not happy, they just want you to use your abilities more. By the way, are you good at math?" she asked, seeing that talent in her subconscious.
"Yes, I know quite a bit. Not as much as Peter, but I know it," Michelle replied.
Upon hearing this, Freya said, "Wow! And I can barely calculate the voltage for a crystal ball," she said jokingly, and Michelle laughed. "I can also see that you like art, technology, and other things. And, in these facilities, they can give you the tools to advance in what you're good at."
"Well... " She scratched her neck lightly. "I don't think I'm that good at it, Freya."
"Yes, you are, dear." Freya sat down beside her. "Just like everyone here, just like Ned himself. I can see in him that he's good at reprogramming, deprogramming, deactivating anything he can..."
"Did Stark tell you indignantly what he did to SpiderMan's suit?"
"Yes, he did." They laughed a little. "That Asian guy damaged something that's not even worth half of his tuition. - She tried to imitate Stark's voice, and they laughed. - He's a drama king. I even thought he was going to have a heart attack. Stark... He's serious business."
"More than serious." Michelle chuckled. "I... " She played with the small candelabrum on the table, returning to what they were talking about before Ned or Stark. "Sometimes I doubt my abilities, sometimes I think I don't make anyone proud..."
"To your parents, yes." Freya told her with conviction. "I'm sure of it. All they want is for you to be great at what you know, at your talents that are more like gifts given to great beings, you are a great being, Michelle." The brunette smiled without showing her teeth at her words that reached her heart. "So... When you talk to your parents, speak calmly and they will listen to you."
"Do you think so?" Freya nodded like a little girl but with confidence, making Michelle laugh a little. "Thank you for your words. You're a good new friend, can we be friends, is that alright?"
"Of course!" She exclaimed and replied. "You'll be one of the first or few that I have on Earth. Where I come from, we're not allowed to have contact with humans."
"Why? What kind of contact are they not allowed to have?"
"I can have mortal friends, help them, be there for them. But never have a two-person relationship with anyone."
"So, a romantic relationship?" She asked, and Freya nodded, taking the glass of milk that Michelle had set aside. "But they allow you one thing, why not the other?"
"My mother was an idiot, sometimes." She replied. "Similar to my brother." She said with amusement. "She made the rule of not having love affairs with mortals, only with 'our kind.'"
"How absurd."
"I know," she sighed. "But I have to follow it. I can break any rule except that one. My father tried to remove it, but my mother, being a mother, couldn't be contradicted. She was like Odin, but the female version, and a bit more detestable."
"I think you should break it," her friend said. "I don't think anything bad will happen. You'll just fall in love with a normal human being. You might even find love."
"I'm already in love... with the whole world!" she exclaimed, and they laughed.
"The goddess of love," Michelle murmured thoughtfully, before taking out her phone and entering the search engine.
"What is that?" Freya asked, looking at the device.
"A phone," Michelle replied, showing it to her. "I'll explain how it works later." She laughed at the confused look on Freya's face. "Now, I'm going to search for you by name. It will show me several pages and tell me who you are."
"Can it do that? I already know who I am."
"But sometimes it can provide more information or confirmation," Michelle replied, continuing her search. "Look." She leaned in a little closer when she found something. "Here it says: Noble heart, her name is Freya, from planet 653, Senssummir, goddess of love, serenity, peace, of... " Michelle's mouth formed a slight "O" between a slightly mischievous laugh. "You kept that well hidden." She looked at Freya, who was looking at her in confusion. "So you're also the goddess of sex, huh?"
"What? No," Freya stood up from her chair. "Those are... lies."
"Your nervous tone tells me otherwise," Michelle pointed out, standing up as well. "Tell me the truth, we're friends, right? Friends don't hide anything from each other."
"We were talking about your abilities, not something... false."
"It's not false, you know it's not. And my abilities tell me you're the goddess of sex." Michelle sang, and Freya had no choice but to cover her mouth.
"Shut up," she said with amusement. "Well... yes, I am. But it's not what you think."
"How is it then?" Michelle asked, moving Freya's hand away from her mouth. "Because here on earth, the goddess of sex is someone who knows how to do everything in bed."
"I don't do that. It's different, it's... The goddess of sex is a provocative and exciting meaning for anyone who sees her."
"Now I understand why everyone on the base, especially the men, couldn't stop..." Michelle emphasized.
"Shut up," Freya asked, unable to stop laughing. Michelle and her ideas... "I haven't done that kind of thing in a long time."
"What kind of thing?"
"I used to sing for provocation towards men who would never touch what they see," she replied. "It's like a type of incentive for excitement so that they could discover what it feels like to be aroused."
"Oh... I see. You aroused them but they never slept with you," Freya nodded nervously. "Do you mix it with love?"
"Yes," she replied. "It's like an equation, sex + love = passion. Passion + variation = explosion... among other things. Don't look at me like that," she asked, as Freya gave her a mischievous look. "I said I don't do it. I haven't had time for those things... I've been busy with other planets that I govern and now with this planet, called Earth."
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"It's been a while," she replied, "but I don't dwell on it."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because... you know what? Let's change the subject. Why don't you have a boyfriend?"
"I'm not interested in that kind of thing," she replied. "And I don't like it."
"I see," he said sarcastically, "just like you don't like my brother, right?"
Michelle fell silent, and the other girl continued, "You like my brother."
"What? No!" Michelle exclaimed quietly. "Of course not..." But her voice trailed off and she looked behind Freya.
Without thinking, Freya turned to see what Michelle was looking at and couldn't help but smile at what she saw.
"Hey, little brother," Freya said. Frey was at the entrance and fully entered the kitchen upon hearing his sister's voice.
"Hello, little sister. Hello, beautiful," Frey said, looking at Michelle with a flirtatious smile. "I thought you were sleeping."
"I was just taking a walk to think about what we'll do when we go to our planet with Stark," Freya said. "And Michelle... well, you can see her." Michelle couldn't stop looking at Frey. Freya laughed amusedly.
"My face isn't here," Frey said as he approached Michelle. Michelle looked at his chest, his muscular and well-toned chest. He was shirtless, his torso exposed, showing off his symbols perfectly.
Michelle looked up and met Frey's yellow eyes.
"This is my face, beautiful," Frey said.
"I'm sorry," Michelle said, unintentionally letting out a sound that was similar to a gasp. She pulled lightly at her shirt, at the lower edge.
Frey smiled satisfied at Michelle's reaction to what she saw, which fascinated him.
"I'm going to bed," Frey said after a few minutes, finishing his glass of water, which he had poured some time ago while talking to his sister. "Goodnight, sister." He kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, Michelle." He approached dangerously close to her lips before backing away, leaving a kiss on the corner of her lips, and left.
Michelle let out a sigh.
"And...?" Freya asked, and Michelle looked at her. "Something tells me that someone would like to sleep with my brother tonight," she sang.
"I... never, I never," Michelle said, stopping herself from taking the edges of her shirt and swallowing hard. "Nothing happened here. And I don't like your brother."
"But he likes you. And knowing him, he won't stop until he's kissed those lips of yours," Freya said.
"Do you think so?" Michelle asked without thinking twice.
"I knew it!" Freya exclaimed quietly. "If you like my egotistical brother, don't deny it. I'm sure that gasp wasn't just for show. You want him..."
"No!" Michelle yelled. "Never. I never gasp, and certainly not for anyone."
"Mmm-hmm," Freya said sarcastically. "Unlike me, my brother can be with whomever he wants. I'm just saying... if you like him and he likes you, just go with the flow."
"I don't plan on following anything. Especially not with your brother. He must be like that with everyone."
"Actually, no," he corrected. "He's only been that way with you since the beginning. Trust me, I've known him for a thousand years. He likes you and he won't stop until he has you."
"Has me?" she asked.
"Well, in my brother's context, it means... flirting with you, teasing you, kissing you, taking you out... taking you to his room..."
"I don't want to hear any more," she interrupted him. "I'm going to bed now," she informed him.
"Sweet dreams, dear," he said to her with a grin. "I mean... dream about angels with faces similar to my brother's."
"You're... besides being a goddess of grace, you're also a troublemaker," Michelle said with irritation.
"I know," Freya said, placing her hand on her chest. "Goodnight, future part of the Freys."
Michelle only grunted and left the kitchen. Freya laughed.
Tonight was interesting.
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