The Dragon Traitor/Frida's backstory (Complete)

It all shatters

TW: blood, bad language, death, homophobia.

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"Nice," Frida said and jumped off Shadow. "That has to be the smoothest flight yet. And I am very happy with the saddle."

Shadow made an agreeing noise and Frida smiled. She took off the saddle and set it off to the side.

Her life was going great. Freya and her's relationship was amazing. She and her mother were also on good terms even after everything; they never once blamed the other for anything that happened to them. Frida and her father were terrible, nothing new. And she and Shadow were doing great in keeping the fact that he was on the island a secret.

Nothing seemed to be able to be able to bring it down.

"I have to get home, dad comes tonight and I don't want him to have a reason to punish me," Frida said and scratched Shadow behind the ear. He purred but seemed to be worried. "I will be ok bud."

With that, she walked away. She wasn't happy with her father coming home. It meant no more heavy make-out sessions with Freya in her room. It meant no more close time with her girlfriend at all really.

She would have to make a little time when she got back home before Grimmel got back today.

Frida got home relatively quickly and opened the door that had not gotten any less loud over the years.

"Hello?" She called into the house. When she heard no response, she closed the door and went up to her room.

She opened the door quietly and almost screamed as someone pressed something against her lips. Frida soon realized that it was Freya kissing her and decided to kiss back only harder.

"Did you have a good flight?" Freya asked a little out of breath.

"It was great, but this is ten times better," Frida said and brought their lips back together for a passionate kiss. Freya reciprocated the kiss with equal passion.

Frida pushed Freya back until they reached her bed and then she carefully helped her lay down on the bed, not once parting their lips.

Frida straddled Freya's waist and pinned her hands above her head with one hand. Frida felt something tug at her lower lip and she opened her mouth. Freya's tongue immediately invaded her mouth and Frida was more than willing to let it happen.

They continued their heavy make-out session for a good 10 minutes before they both decided they needed to stop.

"That was nice," Freya said still with her wrists firmly in Frida's grip. "Now let go of my wrists."

"As you wish my princess," Frida said and let go of her wrists. She then laid down on the bed beside Freya and smiled.

"Your father comes home today," Freya said, breaking the silence and the cheerful mood.

"He does," Frida said. "We can't be seen together anymore. Anyone can tell him and it will be over for us."

Freya hummed in agreement and turned to lay on her side. "It won't affect our relationship in any way, will it?"

"No, of course not. Nothing will change the fact that I lo-"

"Frida, we need to get ready. Freya, thank you for bringing my daughter into a better mood but it would be better if it didn't look like you had sex," Sigrid said bluntly and hurriedly.