Bab 22: 22. What the fuck do you want?
Chapter 22: What the Fuck Do You Want?
The Mikaelson Inn and Tavern was like a second home. A chaotic, noisy second home that always smelled like ale, stew, and sweat, but hey, home is where the meat is.
As soon as we stepped through the heavy oak doors, the familiar clamor of clinking mugs, drunken laughter, and chairs scraping against wooden floors greeted me. Behind the bar stood Njord, the owner, as tall and imposing as a damned mountain. At over eight feet tall, the man looked like he could wrestle a bear and then drink the beast under the table. His build wasn't bulky, but something about the sheer scale of him made him more intimidating than most warriors.
He spotted me and grinned, his deep, booming voice cutting through the noise like a blade. "Kaizen! That's a fine pack of supplies you've got there. Stocking up for the winter or planning to conquer a dragon?"
Before I could answer, his eyes drifted to Freya, who was trailing behind me like a silent shadow. "And why isn't the lady helping you with all that weight, eh?"
Freya's brow furrowed, but her voice was steady when she replied, "He didn't want my help."
Njord let out a bark of laughter that shook the walls. "Of course he didn't. He's a man, after all! Too much pride to let anyone else carry their burden."
I rolled my eyes, adjusting the strap of my pack as I walked to the bar. "It's not pride, Njord. I just don't trust anyone else to not drop my stuff."
Njord smirked, leaning against the counter. "So, off on another quest, then?"
"Yeah," I replied, dropping the pack with a satisfying thud. "Might be a dangerous one."
I glanced at Freya as I said it, watching her closely. Her expression didn't change, but I could tell she was testing me, waiting to see if I'd spill any details about the mission she clearly didn't want anyone to know about.
Njord raised an eyebrow but didn't press. "Dangerous, eh? Well, let me guess—you'll be needing your usual to fuel up before you head out."
"Damn right," I said. "A mountain of meat, bread, and ale. You know the drill."
Njord chuckled, already shouting orders to the kitchen. "On it. Don't keep me waiting too long—I'm not about to let good ale go warm for a reckless fool like you."
I grabbed the pack again and headed for the stairs, Freya still following close behind. I didn't even bother to ask why.
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My room was at the far end of the second floor, away from the noise and rowdiness of the main hall. I set the pack down in the hallway for a moment, pulling out the skeleton key Njord had given me when I first started staying here. The lock clicked, and I pushed the door open to the familiar sight of my modest little sanctuary.
The room wasn't much—just a bed, a desk, and a window that looked out over the busy streets of Torak—but it was mine.
Freya was still there.
I glanced at her over my shoulder, taking in her determined expression. For a second, I just stared at her, thinking, This crazy bitch.
With a shrug, I grabbed the pack and carried it inside, dumping the contents onto the bed in a messy heap. Supplies scattered everywhere—ropes, potions, bedrolls, you name it. I didn't care.
Freya stepped inside without asking, like she had every right to be there. I didn't even hesitate. I grabbed her wrist, pulled her in, and shut the door behind her with a quiet but firm click.
She tensed, her eyes darting to mine, a flash of uncertainty crossing her face.
I didn't say anything right away. Instead, I walked across the room to the window, throwing it open to let the warm sunlight flood in. Dust motes danced in the beams, and the distant sounds of the city filtered in.
Finally, I turned to her, leaning back against the windowsill with my arms crossed.
"What the fuck do you want, Freya?"
My tone was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. For the first time since she started following me, she seemed caught off guard.
And that was where I left it, the air between us thick with questions and unspoken truths.
Her eyes were steady as she leaned against the desk, her arms crossed tightly. She opened her mouth to speak, hesitated, then finally said, "What happened between us last night?"
I smirked, leaning against the windowsill. "You really don't remember? I fucked your brains out, and you were begging for more."
Her face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and anger. "You didn't tell anyone about this, did you?"
"Fuck no," I replied, offended she'd even ask. "What kind of guy do you think I am?"
She narrowed her eyes at me. "So, you're saying it happened?"
I shrugged. "Yeah, it happened. Don't tell me you can't remember? You seemed pretty into it."
Her expression faltered, and she looked down for a moment before saying quietly, "That's what's bothering me. I can't remember. That's never happened to me before."
"Well, that's fucking weird," I said bluntly. "But yeah, it happened. Our deal is done, right?"
She straightened, her jaw tightening. "It is, but I wanted to warn you about the ruins. Be careful with the artifact. Don't risk damaging it."
I rolled my eyes. "The artifact means jack shit to me. I just want my reward. Speaking of which…" I paused, eyeing her carefully. "Are you seriously telling me you don't remember anything? You seemed to enjoy yourself plenty last night."
Her cheeks turned crimson again, and she looked away. "That's why I left so quickly. It was strange. I came to your door, and the next thing I knew, I was… naked in your bed."
I barked a laugh. "I don't buy it. You just can't admit you liked it. Admit it, Freya—you're a little bit of a pervert, aren't you?"
She turned to me, her face deadly serious. "I'm being honest with you, Kaizen. This isn't a joke. I don't know what happened last night."
I scoffed. "Women never admit they like having sex, but come on, Freya. I'm not buying it. You wanted it."
Her voice rose in frustration. "I'm not lying, Kaizen! I don't know how to convince you otherwise."
I grinned, leaning in slightly. "We could always fuck again. See if it jogs your memory."
Her eyes widened, stunned into silence for a moment, before she snapped, "Why the hell would us having sex again prove anything?"
I shrugged casually. "I don't know, but I sure as hell wouldn't mind."
She glared at me, her voice firm. "No. I'm not that kind of woman."
"What kind of woman?" I asked, smirking.
"The kind to give herself away so easily," she said, her tone sharp. "Last night wasn't about pleasure. It was about duty. The Duchess's life is more important than—"
I cut her off with a laugh. "Fuck that noble bullshit. You just wanted to get fucked."
Her temper snapped. "I have a higher sense of duty, you insufferable ass!" she yelled, spinning on her heel to leave.
Before she could storm out, I reached for her wrist and pulled her back, her body colliding with my chest. She struggled against my grip, but I tightened my hold, looking down at her with a serious expression.
"Can you get pregnant?" I asked bluntly. "Because if what you're saying is true, I came inside you. Twice."
Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could answer, an intense, fiery aura erupted around her. The air grew blisteringly hot, her hands igniting in flames where I held them. The heat seared my palms, and I let go, flinching back.
"What the fuck?!" I yelled, shaking my hands as the pain of the burns set in.
She stepped back, her voice deadly calm as she said, "Don't underestimate me. I'm a Sergeant for a reason."
She turned to leave but stopped at the door, glancing back at me with a smirk. "And don't worry. I'm on a potion. I won't be getting pregnant."
With that, she was gone, leaving me standing in my room, rubbing my burned hands and muttering under my breath.
"What the hell is her fucking problem?" I said to myself, staring at the door she had just walked out of.
[A/N: Hey guys so Author here. What do you think is the reason behind her memory loss? A. Magic, B. Supernatural, C. Scientific, D. Others. So comment down below and let's discuss this. As I just wrote this I haven't yet figured out what the true answer is so if you can convince me of the good enough plan. I might use it with some alterations of course. So their first night together was always meant to be like this. When I wrote the original it was Kaizen who didn't remember shit but for that it was because he was infected with some horny parasites from the goblins he fought. Obviously the same thing can't work her.]
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