Disclaimer: DoubleSecret and Gekko own these guys, no copyright infringement intended.

Warnings: Creepy Asgaard, inspired by Taken.

Author's Notes: I'm not entirely happy with this, but I've rewritten it as often as I can stand, and it was either post or give up.


Changeling
by
Besterette

Besterette@aol.com

 

The world was simply the world, as it had always been. The men told tales of a Viking, and took their boats along the whale-road to fish and hunt the sea-dogs therein. There were no other towns to raid, to make war on. That had been left behind when grandfathers beyond counting had walked the Midgard Serpent and came through Loki's Ring.

Many of them died, First Winter.

The world was the world, and the village the village, and the clan was the clan.

Each day Sieglinde baked bread. Each day she swept the floor. Each day she milked the cow. Each night she lay with Sven. Each day she polished the empty cradle. Each day she went to the altar and prayed.

"Oh Frigga, Odin's Wife, Lady of the Hearth, Goddess of Fertility, Protector of Mothers, hear my prayer and give me a child. Before I grow too old. We need a son to help my husband cast the nets and crew the boat, to chop wood and patch the roof. A daughter to help me cook and weave, to salt the herring, and marry Olaf's son and give us grandchildren."

She didn't know her prayer had been answered.

The village slept soundly that night, under the subtle influence of advanced subharmonics. So no one saw their gods walk among them. Not that they would recognize the small, grey-skinned and almond-eyed Asgaard as the gods they emulated. Mankind created their gods in their own image.

The unconscious villagers were carefully examined. Their gene pool was evaluated. Nonviable. Inbred. Steps had to be taken.


As the Berlinsker slid into geosynchronous orbit above Colorado Springs, Frigga selected an instrument and turned back to the first subject. Fear reduced the mind to pure animal madness as the conscious woman attempted to scream, fought helplessly against the bonds of force that held her in place.

Frigga was pleased. Of the human subjects selected at random as they approached Earth, only the healthiest were chosen. Frigga privately chose the ones who resisted the hypnotic sleep suggestion, who tried the hardest to escape, believing that these were traits worthy of being passed on. Those who resisted the Asgaard might someday resist the Goa'uld, and that strength was needed.

She harvested a single egg from the human subject before her, and tagged the human for the genetic registry. Such diversity on their homeworld....the blood of three races ran through the subject's veins. It could only strengthen the colony.

Frigga turned to the young military officer plucked from the base below, harvested sperm, and tagged him as well, before fertilizing the egg and placing it in storage. She repeated the process with the rest of the male and female subjects.

They would be returned to their lives with memories wiped clean, and only a recurring dream they could never quite remember, and a tendency toward discomfort while watching certain science fiction programs, a legacy of their gifts to their race.

Thor concluded his business with O'Neill and the SGC, and the Berlinsker left Earth, returning to the colony known only to its inhabitants as the world.


Each day Sieglinde baked bread. Each day she swept the floor. Each day she milked the cow. Each night she lay with Sven. Each day she polished the empty cradle. Each day she went to the altar and prayed.

"Oh Frigga, Odin's Wife, Lady of the Hearth, Goddess of Fertility, Protector of Mothers, hear my prayer and give me a child. Before I grow too old. We need a son to help my husband cast the nets and crew the boat, to chop wood and patch the roof. A daughter to help me cook and weave, to salt the herring, and marry Olaf's son and give us grandchildren."

She didn't know her prayer had been answered.

The village slept soundly that night, under the subtle influence of advanced subharmonics, through Frigga's ministrations.

Sieglinde didn't know her prayer had been answered, until she missed her blood moon and her belly began to swell.

As did Hilda's. And Annika's. And Emer's. And Inger's...

~ End ~


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