The Martoshi’s fate

Turned out, being a baby didn’t mean Freya had a lot of time to herself. On the contrary, she was always busy, if she wasn’t put on display and being gawked at, she was being shifted from hip to hip while she tried to suppress her murderous instincts. By the end of the day, she was more exhausted than if she spent the entire day fighting men.

Night came and the moons climbed high into the sky. The struggle got even harder as she had to fight to resist her more primitive half, to keep from shifting and exposing herself. Eventually she had to feign sleep and she was finally carried to her cot in her room and tucked to sleep. She watched with one eye cracked open as the mother-giant finally left and she sat up and threw the covers.

“Fucking hell!” She growled. “There’s no way I’m doing this again tomorrow.”

She climbed out of the cot. First things first, she needed to clean up her tracks and there was a dead giant baby whose body would tell too much stories.

She dropped to her knees an