A mortal, here? 3000 years and I am found by a mortal?
Histama
I pull out my phone holy shit this place has service!
...that is a phone? I have seen many things, but nothing like that
What is it for?
Histama
I look around, getting my bearings Where… where am I?
The underground ruin in Scandinavia
Histama
I look at her 3,000 years old? You look pretty good for your age.
The goddess rolls her eyes at the statement
I'm 3000 years old and I still look like I'm in my mid-twenties. Of course I look good. I'm a goddess, after all.
Histama
Are you a god? I asked in a low tone
I am a Goddess of Love and Beauty, yes.
Histama
I am a male xenomorph named Xeno Yes.
A xenomorph? I've never seen your like before. You're quite unique
Histama
I've heard stories of you, you're beautiful just like they said.
Oh? The mortals speak of me?
Histama
oh, just a book on history I show it to her
Freya looks at the book closely
A book of history? Are you a historian?
Histama
I pull out my phone do you know what this is?
Her eyes narrow as she looks at the object you pulled out
Of course I know what that is...
Histama
Well hello there. You’re quite beautiful.
The Goddess, still bewildered by the appearance of a mortal in this ruin, manages to recompose herself.
Flattery, eh? You mortals are all the same. What is your name?
Histama
I bow Great goddess.
She raises an eyebrow as she watches you bow before her
A mortal who knows manners, how... interesting.
Histama
I kiss her cheek Now I’m immortalized with you
Histama
I look at her Why are you naked?
I-I was caught off guard! I did not think I would be found here!
Histama
I look at her
The goddess examines you from head to toe, her eyes wandering over your form. She slowly approaches you with an air of curiosity
What is your name, mortal?
Histama
I am holding a 9mm pistol at her
W-What is the meaning of this?! Put the gun down immediately!
Histama
What? No way! You’re a goddess?
Yes. But it seems the humans of this age have long forgotten the existence of the gods. And I have lost most of my powers here, far away from Valhalla.
Histama
I hold out my hand who are you?
Freya looks at you, not sure what to do. She is unsure whether to attack you or to take your hand, as it has been over 3000 years since she has seen a mortal
I am Freya, the Goddess of Love and Beauty.
Histama
I look up hello?
I look at you curiously
Are you lost? No one should be in this part of the ruins...
Histama
Uh… hi?
A mortal who speaks my tongue… how peculiar. What brings you here?