----------Freya's Perspective----------



I can't believe I let Thor beat me in a footrace. Whatever at least I wasn't bested by Loki. The three of us go our separate ways. I take the long street that leads back to Sessrumnir, my home.



Bastet comes to me out of the blue. "Freya, how did you meet Ood?"



"It's quite the long story. Let's see where do I start. . . Well, there was the war between the Aesir and the Vanir. I was on the side of the Vanir, and Ood on the side of the Aesir. I of course was far too young to do any fighting. The war raged on for most of my childhood. Then when the war was over, I was a teenager, and I was sent to Asgard to teach the Aesir magic. I had a class of brutes and idiots all under my heel, or so I expected. Many of the Aesir I taught were unruly and disrespectful. For a while it seemed like all of them were. . . I was ready to give up on this peace agreement go home and convince my father that we must go back to war with these savages. Then I met Ood. He was so interested in everything that I had to say. He tried so hard to learn magic, but in the end he just had no talent for it. His commitment seemed to light a fire under the arse of every Aesir. They must have thought, 'We can't let Ood beat us!' because just like that, everyone of the Aesir started paying attention to me. Even though that devotion of his became commonplace, I didn't forget him."



Bastet seems impatient. "Then what happened?" I can't help but wonder what's gotten her so curious.



"Well, then Ood worked up the gall to ask me out. In front of all the other Aesir. He was just so confident. It would've been amusing to turn him down but, I accepted, much to the dismay of my other Aesir suitors. That night I dressed in the finest clothes that I had brought with me, and Ood dressed as though he was ready to go to war. I remember when I asked him to explain the armor he said 'Surely someone will attack me to try and get to you, I figured I should be prepared' and for a moment I just assumed he didn't have any fancier clothing. I wondered and asked him what he had planned for us. He smiled at me and said 'Nothing' I thought he was joking, but as we then spent the rest of the night just talking and walking, I found he was quite serious."



"And you fell in love with him, because of that?"



"Well... yeah. Any other guy would've made some elaborate plan, and tried to make every single moment perfect. Ood was different."



Bastet crosses her arms. "I don't get it. So, you fell in love with him just because he was weird?"



"The sex wasn't bad either."



"You had sex on the first date?!"



"What?! No. . . we had sex on the fifth date."



Bastet smirks. "Freya, I knew you were a fertility goddess too but I thought you'd be the save it till marriage type."



I furrow my brow. "Why would I do that?"



"I don't know, it's a tradition amongst mortals for some reason."



"Weird. . . What about you and. . . huh... I'm not sure you've ever told me about your love life."



"Nonsense! Of course I have. Remember I told you about Ptah at least."



"I've quite literally never heard that name before."



----------Bastet's Perspective----------



I growl. "I could have sworn I've told you about Ptah...Maybe I told Neith."



Freya gets all snooty. "Oh right, I often forget how similar Neith and I look. I mean we both have blue eyes, and nothing else in common."



"Remember how like a week ago we were doing a bunch of joust matches together? I think I told Neith during that, but I guess you weren't around during that conversation. Or you forgot!" I cross my arms and turn away. "Meanie."



Freya sighs and I look back at her. "Just tell me about Ptah."



I turn to face her, "Okay! So. . . I met Ptah back when I was still Bast"



"You mean back when you were a War Goddess, not a Cat Goddess of Fertility or whatever."



"Hey I'm still a War Goddess too! Also I didn't interrupt your story."



"Sorry. Continue."



"Gladly. So anyways, it was during one of the many wars we had in Egypt. Back then I'd switch sides constantly just because I found it fun to be on the losing side, and whichever side I was on was usually winning. Sekhmet was my bestest friend at the time. We destroyed any army we came across. Till we met Ptah. He was an Artist God, and he begged us for peace. He couldn't bare the landscapes he loved to paint be covered in blood and destruction. I agreed where Sekhmet did not. I decided I wanted to spend some time with this handsome god I had stumbled upon. When I told Sekhmet of my decision she was furious. We fought for what must've been days. Maybe weeks. Ptah wanted to see an end to the violence. So I ended it. I dropped to my knees and surrendered, but Sekhmet could not stop herself. She struck me over the head and I was knocked out cold. The next thing I remember is waking up in Ptah's arms in his bed with some bandages wrapped around my head. I cried for the friend I believed I lost, and another realization melted over me. If I wasn't going to be a destructive War Goddess anymore, then what was I? Ptah held me against his chest and said 'You will be Bastet.' Perhaps there was some magic in those words, because next thing I knew he and I became fertility gods together if you know what I'm sayin."



Freya makes her voice all high pitched in what I think is an impression of me. "Bastet how could you be so scandalous."



"Pfft. Just wait till you hear what happens next. So the sex stuff with Ptah was great and fun and all, but then I got bored. Like so bored, like WOW. That guy could not hold a conversation. At first I thought he was just shy, or closed off. Nope, he just legitimately has nothing to talk about. So I left him. I did decide to keep the name Bastet, and I felt way different since Sekhmet bonked me over the head. Like before she did that, I think I was usually pretty cranky and savage, but after I was well... How I am now. I just don't see everything the way I did before. Like there was things that annoyed me so much before, but now I see them and I feel excited. Like a fish slipping out of my paws used to throw me into a rage, but now it's like a fun challenge I want to catch that fish even more so I'll chase after it!"



Freya puts her hand on my head between my fluffy ears. "That's nice Bastet. So what about your love life now?"



"I wasn't done with the Ptah story yet geez!"



Freya groans. "Get on with it then."



"Lemme think... Oh right, so anyways. I broke up with Ptah, then somehow sometime later Sekhmet ended up with him so now everyone's happy. I think. I haven't talked to her in a while."



Freya teases me. "Fascinating. So now?"



I cross my arms. "Well now there's Anubis. We're not too serious. Like we haven't done anything, or really talked about anything relationship related, but I do find him far more interesting than Ptah ever was."



"You and Anubis huh? That's quite the mental image. . ." Freya's mind seems to wander.



"Somebody's got a dirty mind."



She somewhat ignores my comment. "Bastet, what brought up this discussion?"



"Huh? Oh uh. . . I'm not sure. OH! Simi is missing."



Freya's eyes widen with disbelief. ". . . Bastet. How in all of the realms did the disappearance of my eldest daughter make you think to ask me about how I met Ood?"



I shrug. "Curiosity?"



"You know what they say about curious cats don't you?"



"No. . ?"