Page 3 of Odin

"Besides, things just got rather interesting here. I can't say much yet, but the team discovered something in the glacier that could be big news. Something I can't wait to work on," she lied. Well, sort of lied. She had to wait until the body defrosted, and she was more nervous than excited about what she might find out when it did.

"Ooh, are you talking to Freyja? Hey, sis. Are you remembering to floss?"

Freyja rolled her eyes. Fintan and his floss. "Oh, yeah, ten times a day. Did you know they sell whalebone floss here? From real baleen whales, because they still hunt whales in Norway. Much better for the environment than plastic, as it's biodegradable, too."

"Wait, did you say you've seen whales while you're in Norway? Oh, please take pictures for me. I heard all the Viking legends about sea monsters are actually whale penis sightings. Krakens and sea serpents and maybe even the Loch Ness Monster!" Kendall's eyes danced. Trust a urologist to make every conversation about penises.

"I doubt I'll see any whale penises, or any penises, alone in the lab," Freyja said drily.

Kendall's face fell. "None at all? Aren't there any hot Vikings you can take to bed? You are in Norway. I mean, you could always offer them a free prostate check. That's always worked for me."

Of course it had. Kendall flirted as easily as breathing, and male patients were only too happy to have her examine their bits, especially when she made it a habit of cooing over how big and impressive they were.

Freyja couldn't remember the last time she'd seen, let alone handled, a man's...

"No! I don't want to hear about my sister's love life!" Fintan complained, clapping his hands to his ears. "Take care. See you later, sis!"

Mum muttered something Freyja couldn't quite catch, rising from her seat so Kendall could sit down. "Dad said to say he loves you, and to take care. He got called in because of some sort of hospital emergency. A ship with infected people aboard or something. But now everyone else is gone...spill! Have you met any hot guys?"

Freyja shook her head. "I've been really busy with work, and there's no one else here. Even the caretaker quit at the start of the season, and while I heard they'd hired a new guy, I haven't seen him yet. Everyone else is out at an archaeological dig for the summer."

"Yeah, but you can't tell me small towns in Norway are as remote as the ones here in Australia. How far away is the nearest pub?"

"Fifteen to twenty minutes on foot, depending on the depth of the snow," Freyja admitted.

"So what's stopping you from going there tonight and getting some hot Norse cock?" Kendall asked.

"I have a lot of work to do. Like I told Mum..."

Kendall blew a raspberry. "It's the weekend. Universities don't work weekends. You are free to fuck the brains out of whatever hottie you pick up until Monday morning."

"I don't pick up random men in bars," Freyja said.

"No, you don't pick up men anywhere. You're like a nun, you have been since high school."

Freyja sighed. It wasn't her fault she wasn't as clever as the rest of the family. Getting into med school had meant studying way more than Fintan or Kendall, and even then she'd barely scraped in. She'd had no time for messing around with guys, let alone a relationship.

"I want you to promise me something," Kendall began.

"Kendall..."

"Promise me you will go to the pub tonight and have a drink, and a conversation with a man you'd at least consider having steamy hot sex with. Okay?"

"Kendall."

Kendall got that steely look her biggest, toughest male patients knew not to argue with. "I'm worried about you, Freyja. Worried you'll end up all alone with nothing but a herd of cats until you go mad and try to harness them up to a chariot to take you places. Please. Go Norse cock hunting. For me."

Freyja couldn't help it. She burst out laughing. "What would Mum say if she heard you say that?"

Kendall grinned. "She'd shake her head and say she does not want to see the pictures. But I do! Big hairy cock pictures, please!"

Freyja buried her head in her hands. "I am not sending you dick pics."

"Solicited dick pics are totally acceptable. Now, this is what you're going to do. I want you to repeat after me: pub, penis, pictures." Kendall glared into the camera. "Say it!"

Freyja blew out a breath. "Okay, I'll go to the pub. But no promises."

"Yes! Dick pics incoming!' Kendall cheered, before ending the call.

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