Goddess Frigg…

“Another lovely morning came to the enchanted realm Asgard. Oh such splendor. Such natural wonder.

The land of wonders and adventures. Popular comics or movie studios has portrayed it as an almost Metropolitan style wonderverse with towering high buildings in pure gold in the center of a waterfall going nowhere…

Right.

But in another reality this beautiful and seemingly never ending landscape of rolling hills, open forests and deep canyons between mountains are only barely populated.
The Asgardians or Asir, lives in this realm. It contains of Valheim, the lands of Odin. Alfheim, the realm of Frey. And Folkheim the realm of Freya.

Since Odins transcentiorn to another form he has parted even from the realm of the gods. He has moved himself onto another level of existence. Removing the once very lustful god from all desires.
Rarely, do the former King of the gods, also known as Allfather, bother to even rule this peaceful land.

That duty has fallen on his wife and Queen, Frigg. But she shares this duty with her two female comrades. Freya the goddess of Love, and Idun the goddess of Harvest.

While Idun and Freya are both from Vanaheim along with Freya’s cousin Sif, Frigg is the only Asir Goddess in Asgard. Although no one truly knows where she came from. Other than Frigga herself of course.

As Freya‘s sun rose higher and higher on the sky with every minute, nothing could end the calm and the serenity of this beautiful…

”NANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

The cry of Frigg was easily heard through the halls of Valhalla.
The queen was up.

Nanna, her maid and servant entered her royal chambers.

Nanna: Yes, my queen?

Nanna’s voice was tired and exhausted and she wasn‘t even trying to keep it hidden anymore.

Frigg looked at her.

Frigg: Fetch the bucket! I need you to milk me!

Nanna sighed, although she could clearly see why it was needed.

Frigg was sitting on the edge of her huge bed. She was holding her huge breasts and they were larger than usual. She had to be in pain.

Under her breasts was her swollen pregnant belly.

Nanna ran to the pre chamber and fetched a bucket of pure gold.

As she came back, she placed it in front of her queen and began to milk the breasts.

Frigg made a snarl and looked angry, but Nanna was too tired to even care. She was sick to death of this morning routine.

Goddesses are pregnant for far longer than humans. Usually they could assist each other by sharing the pregnancy with other goddesses of equal strength and statue. But Frigg only had two goddesses equal to herself, and those were Freya and Idun. And they were both pregnant. And Sif would never be allowed to carry any other child than her husbands.
That meant Frigg was forced to carry this child all alone.

And since she was a goddess, that meant she produced endless milk. Even when she wasn’t pregnant she had milk to spare. But now, as she was expecting a child, she was pretty much producing to feed a daycare.

Goddess milk is not only converted by humans, it is sought after by Jotun, Elves and dwarves. Each for different reasons. The Jotun uses it to spice their mead. The elves use it to foresee the future. And the dwarves use it… to… to... Well the little bastards has a fondness for making cheese, and they are known to pay ridiculous sums for it.

But Frigg, already being the richest Goddess in all the 9 worlds are not selling her precious milk. Instead she sends it to the mortal realm. The the father of her unborn child.

Nanna was truly amazed. A mortal man impregnating not only her queen, but Freya and Idun as well... it was never seen before. The 3 goddesses protected him each to the fullest. Him, and all his wives.

He couldn’t be a mere mortal.

A half god child would have been born a long time ago. Frigg was carrying something akin to an old blood God. A kin older than even Odin.

Nanna pulled a few times in her queens breasts, and nothing seemed to come out.

Nanna: Huh… we are done, my queen.

Frigg shook her tits and a few droplets flew through the air. They sparkled like stars in the sun.

Nanna looked into the gold bucket. It was completely full. The white fluid was shining with glimmers of all the colors of the rainbow.

Nanna: Shall I send it to Midgard, to the father of your child?

Frigg: Of course… Better he and his wives gets it. I wont sell it to those filthy dwarves…

Frigg stood up and walked to her bathroom.

Frigg: I am the freaking Queen of Asgard and they see me as a bloody cow… The humiliation...

Nanna was putting the content of the bucket into a container. This would later be sent to the mortal realm.

Frigg: I think it’s soon time for a visit to the mortal world. I wish to see Ron again.

Nanna: May I suggest you at least bring it up to Freya and Idun before you leave? Remember what happened last time when you didn’t tell them you were visiting him.

Frigg rolled her eyes: Sure… I will tell them…

Nanna sighed of pure relief.

Warfare in Asgard was not as lethal as in the mortal world. The fallen armies would just rise again where they fell and walk back to their halls to feast and drink. But it could get ugly in it’s own way. And a battle Royal between 3 moody pregnant goddesses would make even Ragnarok look like a festival.

Nanna: I sure hope this Ron Stoppable is ready to have 3 goddesses come visit”

Somwhere Ron sneezes.

Ron: Acthu!

Next Ron Shego was kissing him.

Ron: I love your sneezes, Master.

Yours truly
Hammer