Chapter 25 Storm and Thunder #2
Njord’s eyes darkened, much to Thori’s delight, and he swiftly tossed off his tunic. Lightning crackled between them, and Thori arched into the sensation.
“You’re so responsive,” Njord murmured. “So eager to please me.”
Thori should probably deny such a bold statement, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie, and Njord chose his moment of speechlessness to roll his hips, pressing their bodies together.
All coherent thoughts Thori had left dissolved.
The lightning grew brighter, responding to their contact, weaving between them like threads of silk, binding them together.
Norns, Thori could feel the connection to Njord, his power flowing back and forth between them, and Njord was feeding the connection with his own essence.
“Can you feel my storm? The waves rising?” Njord’s voice was soft with wonder. “Your thunder and lightning complement them so well.”
“Yes.”
Thori could hear them. The roaring of the waves. Deep waters churning. It was overwhelming and exhilarating. The way Njord handled a power that could crush and drown like it was something delicate.
Njord kissed him again, and Thori opened his mouth greedily. He tasted of mead with a hint of saltiness, like storm and sea. When Njord pulled back, Thori tried to follow, chasing Njord’s addictive touch until the lightning bonds pulled tight, holding him in place. He moaned.
“Stay,” Njord commanded softly.
Thori stilled, watching mesmerized as Njord sat back on his heels between Thori’s spread thighs.
The ropes of lightning shifted, loosening slightly but not releasing him, and Thori realized with a jolt that Njord was giving him an out.
If he wanted to break free, he could. The power was still his, even if Njord was wielding it.
But Thori didn’t want to break free.
Instead, he relaxed, making himself pliant and soft under Njord’s weight.
“Good,” Njord said, as if he could read Thori’s thoughts. Could he maybe sense Thori’s state of mind through the connection of their powers? “So good for me.”
Thori moaned. His cock was already hard, trapped between their bodies, and every small movement sent sparks of pleasure dancing across his skin. Njord reached between them, wrapping his hand around Thori’s cock with a satisfied smirk.
“Like this?”
“Yes! More, please—”
Slowly and thoroughly, Njord started to stroke him, his free hand settling on Thori’s hip to keep him from bucking up into the touch. The lightning writhed between them, responding to Thori’s desperation, and Njord hummed in satisfaction.
“Look at you,” Njord said. “The powerful god of thunder, yielding so beautifully to me. My gorgeous, clever warrior.”
An undignified little sound slipped past Thori’s lips, almost a whimper. He soaked up Njord’s praise like a brown bear basking in the first beams of spring sunlight.
“Njord—”
“I know.” Njord’s thumb swept over the tip of Thori’s cock, gathering the wetness there, making his hips jerk despite Njord’s restraining hand. “You want more.”
“Yes. Yes, come on. What are you waiting for?”
Njord chuckled, and Thori would have gladly drowned in that sound.
Hand tightening around Thori’s cock, he let the lightning bonds around Thori’s wrists flare brighter, and Thori moaned at the sensation of being held.
Njord let go of his cock long enough to reach for the oil beside the bed, and Thori’s growl of protest turned into another shameless moan when Njord’s slick fingers returned, sliding down past his cock to press against his entrance.
Letting his legs fall open wider, Thori invited him in.
“Eager,” Njord said, voice fond. “When did you become so brazen?”
“Your fault,” Thori said. “You with your kind words and your gentleness and your damn—”
He cut off with a sharp cry as Njord pressed a finger inside him, moaning in pleasure when Njord immediately found the right angle. Humming in contentment, Njord added a second finger, and Thori’s lightning responded, rising and glowing with each maddening thrust of Njord’s fingers.
“That’s it,” Njord praised. “Let me see you enjoy this. Relax. Savor the feeling.”
Thori had been gazed at with desire before, even with unbridled lust, but never with such reverence as Njord now regarded him.
The building pleasure made thunder crackle around them, the deep thrusts making Thori see stars.
Lightning caressed his skin, teasing across his chest and down his sides, absolutely overwhelming in its intensity.
“More,” Thori demanded. “Fuck me already.”
Njord hesitated.
“Don’t the AEsir consider it unmanly to be the receiving part?”
“I already got two of your fingers up my ass.”
“Three, actually.”
Njord emphasized his statement with a shallow thrust, drawing another moan from Thori’s lips.
“My point is—ahhh—My point is, it doesn’t matter if you’re a powerful sorcerer.”
Amusement danced in Njord’s eyes.
“And are you? A powerful sorcerer?”
“I could be.”
“Hmm…”
“Aren’t we sharing my thunder? Isn’t that a mighty sorcerer’s feat? Something to have a skald sing songs about?”
“You’re not wrong.”
Njord’s smile was playful as he withdrew his fingers and freed his cock from the confines of his trousers. Thori watched as Njord covered himself with oil.
Norns, he was really going to allow this. Let another man have him.
“Ready?”
Thori spread his legs wider, equal parts challenge and invitation, and Njord pressed forward in one long, devastating thrust that punched the air from his lungs.
The stretch was intense, immediately followed by more lightning crossing his body.
He tried to wrap his legs around Njord’s waist, needing him closer, but found the lightning had other ideas, holding his thighs open and exposed.
Completely at Njord’s mercy.
Thori whined in mindless pleasure.
“You’re doing so well,” Njord breathed, kissing him, fucking him deeply, and then he tightened his grasp on Thori’s power, lightning enveloping them both and thunder rumbling like a beast ready to pounce. Thori was drowning in pleasure, liquid fire spreading through his veins.
He was trapped in this state of pure bliss, floating for what could be merely a few breaths or could be hours.
His pleasure exploded like a star, and Thori came with a cry, his release spilling against Njord’s belly.
He dimly registered Njord cursing under his breath, his thrusts stuttering before he went rigid, finding his own release.
The lightning flared white hot before slowly fading around them, and for a long moment, neither of them moved.
Thori lay boneless and spent, his chest heaving as he tried to remember how to breathe, while Njord collapsed on top of him.
“That was—” Njord started, then seemed at a loss for words, and Thori felt a surge of pride at the fact that Njord was as overwhelmed as he was.
“Yes,” Thori agreed, because he couldn’t think of anything eloquent either.
So they lay in silence, their breath slowly evening out. Njord arranged them more comfortably, and Thori couldn’t help but bask in his warmth and marvel at the residual sparks of lightning that kept dancing across his skin. He felt drowsy, content, his muscles aching pleasantly.
“I don’t think anyone knows that this is possible,” Njord mumbled. “Sharing our powers like this.”
“Sveinn will soon learn about our feat,” Thori said, feeling very smug about it. “And neither he nor Svanhild will like it.”
To accomplish something new and unheard of, something no other god had achieved before, felt incredible. He couldn’t wait to brag to Freyja and Frey about it. When he saw them again. If—
“Thori?”
“Huh?”
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“It’s nothing.”
“I could see your mood dim like the radiant sun vanishing behind storm clouds.”
Hel, how could Njord see through him so easily?
“When you lived in Asgard, how did you handle not knowing if you’d ever see your sister again?”
Understanding dawned in Njord’s eyes, and something that looked almost like tenderness.
“I knew I wouldn’t let Odin keep me away from my family.”
“I see,” Thori sighed. “You were under no obligation to stay when the AEsir were the enemy. You just had to wait for an opportunity to outwit my father.”
“Doesn’t the same hold true for you?”
Thori smiled at him.
“No. I may not like it, but your decision to keep me here is just. And I value justice. I value revenge.”
“Thori.” Njord pulled him more securely against his chest, gentle hands combing through his hair. “Don’t worry about such matters now. You did so well sharing your thunder with me. I want you to rest.”
“But—”
“Sleep. You’ll need your strength tomorrow.”
And maybe Njord had infused his command with just a hint of seier because Thori found it impossible to resist the pull of sleep.