Goddess of Fertility

Part One

Chapter Summery: Since you became a ward of the king of Asgard, After the death of your parents, You knew your place. You were to live with the royal family until you came of age. At which point you were to chose one of the sons as your husband. The fate of Asgard hung in the balance. Your choice would decide the future king. But, what happens when you chose both of them?

Warnings: Fluff, Violence, Physical combat, Blood, Mentions of Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Single Illusion towards sex.

Author's Note: If polygamy isn't your taste, I suggest skipping this trilogy. I hope those who do read it love it

Y/N Y/L/N knew where she stood in Asgard from a young age. She was a common girl of a rivaling realm. And the only one of her family to survive. In her realm, woman and girls were nothing but property. She was but four when her family was slaughtered by a member of the local enforcement. Being a girl in her realm, who was too young to 'use herself' was like signing your own death warrant.

Y/N lived on the streets by herself until she was nearly seven, Fighting for every scrap she could manage. When she was seven, Odin himself signed a treaty with her realms king that allowed Odin to take his pick of the 'unwanted'. Her current king, Milonus, saw this as a way to end the fear of war while taking at least one parasite off his hands.

As luck would have it, Y/N was the only small girl that captured Odin's attention. Likely due to the fact that she had a Godly aura around her. As if she wasn't of her mother realm. She had all the markers of a Goddess in the making. She would just need to wait until her adolescent years to take hold of her potential. Odin knew he needed her the second she accidently stepped on his outer cloak. He chose her, as well as a woman to help aide in caring for her 'special needs'. This woman's name was D'Aria Vantiggo. She was more than eager to aid Odin in any way to leave the hell that was 'the barrens.'

Y/N's face displayed silent terror as she was led onto the monstrous Asgardian ship. D'Aria, Dee for short, wrapped a kind arm around the girl. Y/N dig her tiny fingers into D'Aria's arm. Though the pair had only seen each other in passing before today, Their shared trauma coupled with a fear of the unknown caused them to cling to one another during the long flight. They whispered reassurances to one another in their mother-tongue.

Upon arriving in Asgard, Y/N was ushered away to her new chambers to be cleaned and measured for new custom-tailored gowns. Her first gown, a light gray, square neckline, loose fitting gown with gold and red accents, was already tailored to her size as soon as she was done soaking in her large tub. D'Aria was adapting well to being the small girls lady's maid. She had already begun the switch from survival made into servitude. D'Aria dutiful helped Y/N get dressed into her gown, assuring every ruffle was in place. Wearing so many layers of skirts was something new to Y/N. She usually only wore layers for functional warmth. But these layers were for appearance sake. Even under the countless layers of fabric, the summer sun's heat was no worse than it had been upon arrival. "Dee, I'm frightened." Y/N had admitted as her first sentence in plain language. "I know poppet. But, we are much better here." Dee replied before leading her to the throne room as instructed earlier. D'Aria was stopped at the door, Forcing Y/N to walk down the long carpeted walkway towards the throne by herself. Y/N couldn't help the way her body jumped from the sound of the door shutting behind her.

"Come my child." The low, bellowing voice of Odin ordered while gesturing towards the spot to his right. Without a word, She obeyed. She kneeled back on her feet with her hands on her lap and her head bowed down, eyes focused on her hands. Being conditioned by her motherland that woman were only to obey and remain silent. 'Never look a man in the eyes, swine.' Her mind reminded her as she knelt there unmoving. The sight of her so subdued, at such a young age, caused even the hardened king to shed a tear. "Oh, my dear girl." Odin began. "No. You will never have to do that again." At that he placed a kind hand on the top of her head. At the contact, Y/N jerked away from him. She had been expecting a strike, not the soft pet she had received. Odin was barely able to comfort the girl to stand before the large double doors of the throne room once again opened. Y/N instinctively hid herself behind Odin's throne. "You wished to see us father." A young, yet professional sounding voice called. "I did Thor." Odin remarked. "There is someone I would like the two of you to meet." There is a momentary pause as Odin waits for Y/N to quit hiding. The two Princes of Asgard, one bulky and blonde, the other slim and dark-haired, turned to one another. They shared a quick, nearly identical, look of confusion. After a long wait, the elder prince heard a soft shuffling from behind his father's throne. "Y/N, come out and meet the Princes, my child." Odin bellows.