Chapter 9
FREYR
“Loki!” I promptly covered Ravnur and I with the nearest blanket. “For Odin’s sake!”
“Pretty certain this isn’t for Odin’s sake, but it was a lovely view!” Loki winked.
“Oh gods.” Ravnur tried burying his face in my chest, and I held him protectively close.
“Not to worry, pretty raven,” Loki said. “You should feel honored to have me grace you with my presence. We’re to be brethren now, after all. Isn’t that right? Or is that sword in your possession because you’re just that happy to see me.”
“Loki,” I warned. And besides, that sword was back on the ship, so I knew full well which sword he meant.
While he remained there, grinning at us, I called upon the power of the sun, set though it may be, and heated the metal beneath Loki’s hands as hot as several hours in summer swelter until he hissed and had to let go.
“Spoilsport! No need to get all hot and bothered.” Loki flipped down from his upturned position to peer in at us while standing on the ground. “This is a matter of utmost importance, I assure you! Completely unprecedented! Life altering!”
That caught my attention enough to feel mildly less furious with him. “Well then? Out with it!”
All of Loki’s guile vanished like when a veil was lifted from the face of a bride. “I’m sorry.”
I knew instantly he didn’t mean for this intrusion.
“Truly, Freyr, for the role I played in our undoing, in our end and unknown new beginnings, I am sorry. Please accept my apology that we might continue to be brethren in the coming age.”
I waited for the catch, the joke, a change in his expression, but none came.
He meant this from the bottom of his mischievous heart.
“Of course I forgive you, Loki, for while this new beginning has been full of unknowns, I am excited to see where it leads.” I glanced at Ravnur in my arms, for I had no doubts now that this was a beginning I would not regret starting.
“Good for you! I really am sorry, brother. Not for the view though!” Loki lifted the blanket to look beneath it, and I promptly kicked his hand away, reached out to grab the hatch, and shut it in his face. “’Til next time!” he called. “Fair thee well!”
Since we could still see out, we knew when Loki was actually gone, and I couldn’t help but laugh. So did Ravnur, snuggled as he was against my chest.
I pulled the blanket from us to once again take in the view intended only for me from now on.
“Not too upset by that interruption?” I asked, though the bob of Ravnur’s prick was answer enough.
“No,” he said amid the trailing of his chuckles. “I hold no ill will toward Loki, for without his intervention, I might not be here with you now.”
“Too true. Then might I still be with you, little raven?” I reached down to check his waiting entrance.
Ravnur bucked against the caress of my fingers. “Oh, yes, Fricco. Please.”
I took hold of Ravnur’s hand, just as he had when entering me, and breached him slowly, letting him adjust with each new portion swallowed.
The drop of his jaw as he exhaled a whine never twisted into pain or pleading, but grew more blissful until a tear streaked down his cheek upon my completed seating.
“Oh… yesss,” he moaned and started rocking upon my cock before I’d started to move myself. He had said to not shy from taking him roughly, and so I sped up quickly, and he relished in it just as shamelessly. “Yes! Yes!”
I held back nothing. I didn’t need to hold back any part of me ever again, for here, finally, was someone I could give myself to, all of me, from this moment locked in passion to ages from now with every bare beat of my mending heart.
Ravnur whined and moaned and rocked with me until I thought we might shake the very core of Gullinbursti enough to break it apart around us. As I drew near my second release, with our hands still laced, and my other hand finding his cock to stroke it, I pressed our foreheads together and whispered.
“Better than the bulb?”
He laughed. “Better than anything I have known.” He grabbed my neck to drag me lower. “That is until it is my turn again to fuck you.” He kissed me, so daringly deeper, he dragged my release right out of me with his tongue.
Ravnur whimpered between our mouths as I filled him, and I purposely slowed my strokes of his cock to draw his release out longer. He kissed me through it all, still rocking upon me, and only when it was his turn to release again did he pull from my lips.
“Fricco!”
“I have you, little raven.” I pumped Ravnur faster through his end and felt his heat coat my fingers. Such a different warmth I felt afterward and was compelled to say again, “I have you.”
So often after being with another, my release was followed by a hollowness, a cavernous longing inside me for more than what I’d had. But with Ravnur, I felt so marvelously full.
I licked his release from my fingers, but there was much mess between us still.
Using one of the blankets, I wiped us clean as best I could and tossed it into the corner so we might lounge a while with the pleasant aches of our time together and watch the stars.
The sun was long since set and the night sky glittered above us.
From this vantage point, even lying back, we could see the bend of the various realms on distant branches, even Midgard below and Bifrost, the rainbow bridge, nearly faded now and barely still connected but arching upward to reach Asgard.
“I understand why you wanted to bring us here,” Ravnur said, settled contentedly beside me, where he fit just so, with our fingers twined again between us. “Are we just on a branch above Alfheim?”
“Yes. A little known one, very high up, but not far from home at all. Best view in all realms.” I looked at him, and he looked at me—then he looked all down the length of me.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
I hugged him to me and kissed him.
Before lying back with him again, I retrieved a hidden bottle of Freya’s Ruby Tears, though I didn’t intend to get nearly as drunk as last time. I filled Ravnur’s horn first and handed it to him.
“Wait, where did this come from? I thought I left it at home.”
“I have my ways.”
Ravnur laughed as I poured myself some and then settled in beside him to clink our horns together.
As we watched the skies, something like a shooting star streaked down from Asgard all the way to Midgard below.
“What was that?” Ravnur asked.
I considered the green glow from that star. “It must have been Loki. Up to more mischief, I assume. I am sure we will see him again. Someday.”
“And thank him. I was too mortified when he was here to add my thanks. Although, I suppose I have both him and that mortal man to thank, odd as it feels to thank anyone for having you before I did.”
“Dare I say it, but I do not believe anyone ever truly had me before you.”
This time, Ravnur kissed me, deep and claiming, for neither of us would ever belong to another again.
How strange yet wonderful to know that this time the love I felt was real—and returned.
“Raven?”
“Yes, Fricco?”
“I love you.”
No one had ever looked as lovely as he did when he echoed, “I love you.”
And we kissed again.