Losing the marbles…

A shorter story, but don’t worry, I will get back onto it. ♥️
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In Ron Stoppable’s mansion was a wonderful big kitchen.

In the Kitchen isle stood 4 goddesses. 4 Norse Mythology goddesses. Freja, Frigg, Idun and Sif. Each was standing in a gorgeously short dress in each their color, and each glowed with their divine shine.

The four goddesses who protected Ron’s harem were all huddled up around the kitchen table over a pile of colorful marbles.

Or frankly… five piles…

The marbles were no ordinary marbles. They had wonderful glowing colors and they were all shining with the face of one of Ron’s many wives and girlfriends. And the goddesses were in the midst of dividing said marbles between them.

Sorta like how kids do it. Each takes a turn to pick one. If any contested the choice they were free to voice their opinion or perhaps suggest a trade.

That meant each of the goddesses had their own pile of marbles already.

It had just been Idun’s turn, and she had picked Joss. She matched her in many ways.

Frigg: A fine choice my dear Idun. She is both caring, friendly and good with animals.

Freja: Indeed

She was inspecting Tonnie Rockwaller who was the first of the bunch she picked. She had all the Rockwallers in her pile.

Now it was Freja’s turn to pick.

Freja: And then… we come to… Hestia… Daughter of Hydrea, granddaughter of Hera.

The goddesses all looked at each other. Freja, Frigg, Idun and Sif. They all looked tense.

They all wanted her in their pile.

Hestia, the darling former princess of the Amazons. Now one of Ron’s girls.

As beautiful as the sunset. Calm and gentle even in the harshest of climates. A strong woman, and as friendly and kind as the summer itself.

Frigg: She is mine. Her heritage makes her a much needed member at my royal bosom.

Frigg, the Norse goddess queen of Valhalla was after the women in Ron’s harem who were either descendants of special lines, strong personalities or true leaders.

She already had Selene, otherwise known as Shego, and Rhea in her hold.

Freja: Oh, no, hold your horses there… I already relinquished Monique to you. And Selene… This one is mine. All outstanding beauties are mine.

Freja chose all the girls with outstanding looks. Honestly she could claim all of Ron’s women under her patronage, but she had to share, so she was willing to set other criteria. Such as an endless love, mixed with a good temper… that’s what Freya calls a ‘good temper’.

Alongside the Rockwallers, she had Amelia in her bunch and her mother.

Sif: You are wrong in this instance, cousin. Hestia belongs with me. She is the epitome of mental strength and determination.

Sif, the former wife of the diseased God of Thunder was a goddess of mental prowess and determination. Hestia had shown mental strength throughout her entire life, no matter what her demon mother threw at her.

Sif had Ann Possible and Maria Renton in her hold.

Idun: No, she belongs with me. All the things she has endured, and her heart is still as soft and kind as that of a child’s. That makes her mine.

Idun was after gentle and kind souls that were still carrying that golden light in their hearts. And in no other hearts did it shine so bright as in Hestia’s chest.

Tara and her mother Flora were in her collection.

The goddesses all looked at each other with sturdy unbreakable wills.

Hestia was a grandchild of Hera. Another good reason for Frigg to want Hestia. That way she could protect her better. Hera was the most vile and evil of all the gods in the Greek pantheon. She was vengeful and somehow deranged. But born from several links of incest it might not be so surprising.

Hestia possessed a remarkable strength of character. She was perhaps a quiet personality, but that often was a clear indication of determination. Sif was steadfast. As always. But even more so this time. Hestia would be a true and powerful addition to her bundle.

Hestia was kinder than most of Ron’s ladies. She was on par with Tara herself. Iduns most treasured patron. Idun was sure Hestia belonged in her group of gentle and kind ladies who were all gifted with the endless passion of kindness and caring for others.

Hestia was godlike in her beauty. Many claimed she was even lovelier than Hydrea herself. And she had been said to have made Helen of Sparta pale in comparison. Such beauty was unique and Freja was not willing to relinquish that to any of her goddess sisters.

Freja: Okay… we seem to have reached an impasse.

There was a roaring silence. Had it been an old western we would have seen a scene with four gunmen, in this case gunwomen, standing and staring at each other.

Freja: We need to have an outsider declare to whom Hestia belongs. She is strong willed, determined, kind and beautiful.

Frigg: What do you have in mind?

Freja: There is only one worthy… One with impeccable morals, and a good sense of judgment… but we have to make it seem like it’s nothing important at all. Like… like… Hmmm…

Freja looks at the fruit bowl in the kitchen. There was a particularly nice looking red apple.

Freja: An apple… Yes. That is perfect.

Frigg: An apple?

Freja: What, it’s perfect. This lush, delicious, tasty and healthy fruit will serve as an analogy for Hestia. We tell Ron to give the apple to one of us, and the apple will be a reference to Hestia. He won't know anything about it.

Sif: I am not sure our dear Ron will get it.

Freja: That’s exactly the point. And all in all, that’s the entire deal. We need Ron to pick one of us and give the apple to the one of us he thinks deserves it the most. Trust me, it’s the perfect solution. Who has ever heard of anything bad happening from handing out fruit to deities.

Idun: Well…

Idun kept her tongue.

She was technically not supposed to talk of her heritage… but she had the memories of her foremothers… who were titanesses in Greece many, many years ago.

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The goddesses all sought out Ron in his room. They managed to catch him in one of his rare moments alone.

Ron: Wow girls!

The goddesses all appeared in the room out of the blue.

Freja: Sorry baby, but this is kinda important and we need your help.

Ron: Huh… wha- my help? For what?

Freja holds up the delicious, red apple.

Freja: Ron. We need a decision, and we all four agree that you are the one to make it. Ron…

Ron looks at Freja: Which of your 4 goddesses should have this apple?

The looks of Sif, Idun and even Frigg changed in intensity. Ron felt it.

Ron: What’s with the apple?

Freja: Never mind that, just pick one goddess to have it.

Ron: Uh… girls, I am sure if you go to the kitchen you will find plenty of apples… you can all have as many as…

Frigg: No Ron, you don’t understand. We need you to decide which of us to have this particular apple.

Ron gulped. His memory was never really great with work he had done in school, but he did remember the story of some big war caused over an apple.

Ron: Uhm… can’t you just share it?

Freja: Uuuuh, no Ron, no… See in this case, the apple is not an actual apple…

Ron blinked and quickly looked over the apple.

Ron: Freja, I am pretty sure that it is an apple… if not it’s the oddest looking pear I have ever seen.

Freja: No no no, Ron…

Freja shook her head and took the apple in her hands:…  This apple is undoubtedly an apple, but this particular apple is unshareable.

Ron: Can’t we just go to the kitchen and get a knife and cut it? I am sure you can each get a quarter of it…

Idun began to giggle and Sif also smiled.

Freja: Oh my love, it’s a good thing you are so cute. Ronnie… All we need you to do… is pick one goddess in here… and hand this apple to her… completely of your own accord. We all deserve it, we can’t all have it. You are the one to pick, and none of us will hold it against you, no matter which of us you decide to have the apple, I promise.

Ron: I don’t know… I did once read a book about this guy with the name of a city, who had to make such a choice and… well… the story ended rather… badly…

Idun: Ron, this isn’t a magic apple, it’s just an apple from your kitchen. Just pick a goddess and all is good, I promise you.

Ron trusted Idun completely, she smiled at him with her heavenly smile, but he still felt a little uneasy.

Ron: Uhhh… Okay…

Ron took the apple out of Freja’s hand.

Freja: Goodie.

As she stood up her head came right past his ear, he heard her whisper to him.

Freja: Give the apple to me, and I will bless all your girls so they can breathe and blow your big fat cock at the same time without suffocating or drowning.

Freja moved away from Ron and walked up on line with the other goddesses who all smiled and awaited the judgment of Ron. Frigg sent Freja a look, but Freja just smiled… a little too much.

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The four goddesses left the room shortly after.

Frigg: Bribery… really…? It is so beneath you, Freja.

Freja, who was eating the apple with great joy, smiled back at Frigg.

Freja: Hey, as Thor used to say; If you are not fighting dirty, you are not fighting, right?

The other goddesses rolled their eyes.

Freja: Well… let's get back and divide the rest between us…

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Ron looked after the four goddesses who left him in the room.

Ron: They are really weird sometimes… What was the name of that story…?

Ron shrugged: Oh whatever…

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The goddesses stood over the pile of marbles again. Freja took the marble with Hestia’s face.

Freja: Come to mama.

Next it was Frigg’s turn to pick.

She took the Marble with…

Frigg: Ahhh… Vivian F. Porter…

The four goddesses looked at each other.

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Ron was gaming in his room, when suddenly… out of the blue the goddesses were standing in front of the screen.

Ron: GAH! Girls! What the…!?

Freja: Sorry, babe, but we need your help again.

Ron: Not another apple that is not an apple that is also unshareable…

Freja: Noooooooo… this time… it’s a Pineapple…

Freja held out a Pineapple and Ron felt a tic under his left eye.

Ron: Oh for the love of…

The screen behind the goddesses made a sound and they stepped aside…

Ron: Awww man!

Ron had lost the race in the game Gran Turismo Online. A voice from his headphones was laughing and screaming mocking obscenities at Ron.

Freja: Oops…

Ron: Alright, that’s it!

Ron pulled the goddesses to him and hurled them on the floor.

To be continued.