"As have I" I replied, smiling. I pressed my lips to her cheek, kissing the tear away from her delicate skin, my arms hands wrapped about her slender waist, my hands stroking across her taut buttocks.
"Let us make love, before we must wage war" I said, "I ache from the yearning for our bodies to be entwined again, in the throes of passion".
* * *
On Midgard - Heimdall
Heimdall staggered into Yrsung, his fear still playing on his mind. The ground had stopped its trembling, yet there was something in the air besides the cold biting wind which troubled him.
"Heimdall!" cried a familiar voice. He turned to see his friend, Lif, coming up to him.
"What is wrong? You look like you've seen Hel herself".
"Lif" said Heimdall, embracing his friend with a hearty clap on the back, "it is good to see you. I was at the cave..."
"The cave?" Lif interjected.
Heimdall nodded sullenly. Even Lif did not know about his secret place. "I often find my peace at this cave, on the mountainside".
Lif swore. "Surely you know that cave is off limits? They say that Loki himself was chained in it's depths".
"Loki?" mumbled Heimdall, "By Odin's beard, I tell you truth, I knew not that!"
"I believe you, old friend. But come, we must attend the Chief's hall, the blind seer has come out of her hut at last, and wants to speak to us all".
OOC: Lightman - maybe you could play two roles? A god(or one of Valhala's Heroes) and Lif?
Lif and a god? Can I? I'm in!
Hmm, Baldur would be good...nah, he dies. Let's take Thor.
Lif
Lif mounted his horse Raido and galloped towards the village, Heimdall at his rear.
Lif's heart was clenched with fear. This slide near Loki's cavern, the unnaturally cold winter...and then the ship.
He had seen it a few days before, out on the sea. A great black ship. He had only catched a glimpse of it before it had disappeared into the fog, but now he knew what it was. Naglimund, the Ship of the Dead. The Fimbul-winter had begun. Ragnarök was coming.
Thor
Thor's charriot of the sky thundered through the clouds, approaching the giant rainbow.
The God of Thunder gazed at the Halls of Asgard, holding his hammer Mjollnir in his hand. Thor was worried. And when Thor was worried, the world should do the same.
The Giants of Jotunheim had been acting strangely restless of late. Fire Giants from Muspell and Frost Giants from Niflheim in especial seemd to be looking forward to something.
It could only mean one thing...
Odin would probably already know, but nevertheless, Thor had decided to come to Valhalla.
But when he saw the merriment in the Hall, he decided that news could wait until after this feast.
He went to his place, bowing his head to Odin, and giving Tyr a hearty slap on the back.
OOC: Lightman, Baldur is already dead... his death is what led to Ragnarök - when it's over, he'll be released from the Underworld, and will rule the children of the gods and the new race of mortals. Thor's cool, there was someone who I though might take up the role, but he's gone for a while (to Norway, no less, would you believe!).
The cold air swirled anew as the God of Thunder entered the hall. Pulling my falcon cloak tight about my shoulders, I watched in keen interest as Thor greeted Odin and Tyr. Worry seemed to weigh heavy on his countenance. While Thor was not the most jovial of the Gods, he was not given to needless worry. Whatever was on his mind was serious indeed. Stopping one of my Valkyries, I sent her to the head table with fresh mead.
After Odin and company has refilled their goblets, I decided it was time to join the conversation. I knew I was not the only one to hear the rumblings of the Giants, perhaps the others knew what this omen meant. Then again, perchance it meant nothing and tonight would simply be one of merriment. Approaching the dais, I greeted the three of them. "Greetings Thor, how fares the outside world?"
ooc: thanks for that reminder, Kepic...My Norse mythology has some dust in it, I had to think quite some time before remembering the names Fimbul and Naglimund...Er, I got them right, didnt I?
ic:
Thor frowned as he looked into the goddess' eyes. He had hoped he would be spared of telling any news to the feast. Thor was not a master of diplomacy, he often had problemns putting things tactfully...and the sight of beautiful Freya did not help this.
Looking into his goblet, Thor said slowly, choosing his words carefully
"Let us say that...Midgard has seen times more peaceful than these. The Giants are restless. And Albs, Dwarfs, Humans seem to be acting...frantic, but I think even they do not know why. Like...animals before some great disaster."
There was something Thor didn't want to tell. Deciding it was not my decision to make, I changed the subject. "With mortals, one can never tell. The moon, an owl, they start at the slightest things. I'm sure it is nothing." I looked closely at Thor, hoping he could see I would not bring it up again until he did.
"So Odin, tell me, is the new group of Valkyries living up to their reputation? I see your army of slain heroes is looking robust in spite of the obvious." As I spoke, my hand strayed to my necklace, fiddling with it absentmindedly. With Thor here, it was a little difficult to concentrate.
Sigyn stroked Loki's face marveling still at the simple touch of him as she lowered her hands to his chest, running her fingers over his rippling muscles.
"As do I, my dear one..." she murmured, gently streaching to kiss him.
I tasted her lips for the first time again in centuries, the touch of her hands on my chest. The denial of her touch for so long had been a torment much harder to bare than the chains or the snake's venom.
Kissing her with passion born of those centuries of denial and my own fiery lusts, I felt my godhood rising quickly, and pulled her closer, so she felt it pressing against her stomach, my hands squeezing her ass roughly. I felt her gasp within our kiss, and her tongue wound about my own even more feverishly.
Heimdall
Running behind Loki's steed, we soon were back in Yrsung. I could see that the folk of our town gathered in the torchlight of the Chieftain's great lodge. Tethering his horse to a nearby stump, we joined the esembled throng...
Yes, they are coming up upon it my dear Freyja. And for my army, they seem to be in the highest of spirt and strength, the trip over here has made them stronger in the fact of what is to come and for them to face. For they knew one day, it would come, that they must fight for the end of the world, for tis the legend of Ragnarok, yet, it is not known when this day will come, but that it tis in the future." I looked over at her with my one eye, my other a socet of undenying knoledge, "yet, we" i motion to thor, and the few gods sitting around me "have to fight as well, it might not be what i have learned, but if it is, we must all gather, all our strengths, and only then will we be able to fend them off, and back to their sanctuary of eternal peace." I motioned for some more meat be brought to my wolfs, and grain to my horse.
ooc:
Kepic, will you post whatever thee seer will be telling to Lif and Heimdall?
Thor:
Thor raised his eyebrows as he heard Odin Allfather speak about Ragnarök. Did he know?
Deciding that he would find out soon enough, Thor turned towards the beautiful goddes again.
"So, Freyja, how have you been faring? I have not seen you in a long time."
Hearing Odin speak of Ragnarok sent a chill through my body. I had enough sense to know something was up, but also enough to know when to take time out for merriment. Time would come when there would be none found on Earth.
Following Thor's lead, I chose to allow myself to be distracted. "Things are well, Thor. The Valkyries as usual, continue to please me, and the fallen continue to fall." I smiled at the small attempt at humor. Despite his heavy mood, I was delighted to see Thor and longed to lift the shroud of worry from his brow. Carefully, like one would approach a wild beast, I brushed a stray lock of gold from his eyes. "And you, how have things fared with you lately?" I felt a familiar warmth build in my belly, he was astonishing to behold.
The Slave Master sent me with a cup of special mead, brewed just for Thor. I didn't want to serve it. His presence frightened me. But a swift slap on my ass reminded me to obey. What had gone on in my world? What was happening that all these, these Gods had gathered?
My hands shook as I presented it to him. My head bowed.
In Yrsung
Lif and Heimdall wound their way to the front, to listen to the raised voices and clamouring cries.
The sound of the Erik's spearbutt thunking soundly on the bare wooden floor brought silence, and he rose from his seat, to look around at the gathered townfolk. Erik was a huge bear of a man, and although past his prime, was still the most capable warrior in Yrsung. Moreover, he was also it's chief.
"You have heard the words of Hraga" he said, gesturing to the old blind seeress who sat hunched nearby over her bowl and a handful of runestones scattered before her, "now we must make preparations".
Heimdall looked at Lif, who shrugged slightly. They had missed her words, yet something sat uneasy about the shoulders of all present.
"Twelve of our finest warriors, and twelve of our maidens, shall be put on ship and set sail for the Isle of Mimir" he said, his voice stern and full of authority, "There shall two of the twenty and four shall survive the calamity that shall soon befall us, one man and one woman, though the journey be long and dangerous. Those maidens of childbearing age shall draw lots to determine who will set sail with our best".
He looked across the faces in the crowd, and cast his hand about them, beckoning forward those warriors who had proven themselves courageous of heart, honourable, and gifted with their weapons. Lif and Heimdall found themselves amongst those singled out.
"Take my own vessel, the Maelstrom" Erik said, once he had picked out the twelve, "and may she serve you all well. My place is with Yrsung, where the remainder of us shall do our best to forestall the fate Hraga has spoken of... Ragnarök may take us, but it shall not take us easily".
Sigyn moaned softly against Loki's lips. He still tasted divine, after centuries of longing for this she feared she would explode simply from this kiss and the feeling of his hardness against her.
Her hands slid under his shirt(?) and her nails gently ran downward....
Sigyn's hands slipped down beneath my tunic, until she brushed against my hardened cock. It twitched from the touch of her fingertips.
My own hands had slid up her back, and I pushed the short sleeves of her gown off her shoulders, pulling them downwards until her breasts sprang free from its confines.
Taking hold of them in my hands, I caught her nipples between my forefingers and thumbs, and teased them, twisting and tugging on her sensitive teats, feeling them harden until they felt like little stones in my grip.
We slowly knelt down together on the forest floor, where the trees would afford us cover from our enemies... and privacy in our lovemaking... as we continued our exploration of each others bodies, after so many centuries denied of one anothers touch.
Although the boughs above us where white with snow and hung with icicles, the grass where we lay was green and lush, my driving passion, my ardent fire, keeping the cold at bay.
Thor stared into his cup. But not because he felt depressive--which he never did--but because the only alternative would be to look into Freyja's eyes, and he wasn't sure that this would not strip him from the little composure he had left.
"Oh...I cannot say I have been doing much...warding off over-enthusiastic Giants, most of the time. It is good to see Asgard again...while Mortals can be quite an enjoyably company, Midgard can become quite dull to behold at...providing one isn't looking at Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life."
ooc:
Merelan, your posts confused me a little. Are you actually serving in Valhalla?
Sigyn moaned at Loki's attentions, her hand gently stroking his shaft a moment longer before pulling away to tug the bothersome gown completly off. Dropping it to her side and kneeling again to pull her huspands tunic over his head. Consumed with the need to feel his flesh against hers again.
She kissed him again softly, slowly trailing the kisses down his throat, enjoying the salty tast of his skin.
The tension coming off of Thor was palpable, it was clear he needed something to distract him, at least for a little while. Thanking the serving wench, I turned to Thor and tried to keep the desire from my face. Laughing, I nodded, "Aye, Midgard can be somewhat colorless at times. Which reminds me, you have not seen the wolf pups have you? The mother was slain by a hunter, they are too young to survive on their own. They've been a handful, but they are getting bigger everyday. Would you like to see them?"
Sigyn's now naked body, so close to my own, further heated my ardour, and I was having trouble restraining myself. In my fiery lust, I might hurt my dearly loved, devoted wife.
Laying back on the grass, she knelt over me, this time not with wooden bowl in her hands, nor with chains about my wrists and ankles, nor in the dismal darkness.
As she kissed my body, her lips winding down from about my neck and across my chest, her fingers almost wrapped about the girth of my godhood, I moaned softly.
"Sigyn" I sighed, my hands brushing through her hair, "Sigyn, my cherished love, help me wash away the taste of the serpents venom now with your sweet nectar".
OOC: Um... no... that's not what I was... um... well, Loki's supposed to be a good liar
IC:
I caught hold of her velvety buttocks, burying my face between her thighs, working my tongue up and down the length of her wet slit, nibbling gently at the edges of her folds. Her own lips and tongue slid up and down my shaft, her fingers cupping my heavy balls.
Her smell was intoxicating, and I would not trade all the mead in Valhala for one single drop of her sweetness. I found her lovebutton, teasing it with the tip of my tongue.
OOC:
I am a poor servant girl, just serving you all. But I am the confused one. Not sure where anyone is now. So... drop the darling servant girl, I will join again later when I get it straightened out. I am sorry.
"Why, certainly I would...if my lord has no objections?"
As Odin only smiled, Thor stood up and followed the goddes out of the hall. He was interested in the wolves, but most of all, he did not want to be far from Freyja...even though his head swirled whenever she was near.
ooc:
Sorry for the short post...I've got a little writing block at the moment.
I smiled and motioned toward the door, "Shall we?" Biding our farewells to those present, we made our way out into the wintry air. We walked side-by-side unspeaking for a while until we reached the enclosure the pups were kept in. Opening the gate, I walked inside and sat down. Within seconds, I was covered in wriggling wolf pups, all biting and snarling in play on my lap. I laughed as one very rough tongue found my cheek.
Pulling Thor down beside me, I unceremoniously dumped one squirming pup into his lap. "Here wolf, meet one wilder than you'll ever be," I snickered, clearly speaking to the pup. A light snow had begun to fall, dusting us and dampening all sound. Snowflakes in Thor's hair glistened like diamonds, a bright and lively contrast to his brooding eyes. "What hardened heart fails to laugh with my wolves and I?" I demanded in mock severity. Pushing the wolves from my lap, I leaned over to him, turning his face toward me with a light touch. "Let me ease your burden if only for a short while," I whispered. Once again, I brushed his hair from his eyes, but this time I pulled him down into a kiss. For a moment, we were lost amongst the yipping of the wolves and the soft shushing of the snow.