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Del 19: Her right hand cast over heaven's rim
| "Hello lovely." Atle looks like a giant against the backdrop of the darkening sky. "Hello yourself." I can't help smiling, despite of everything. We grew up together. A pair of kids from the Far East Mountains, in the court of Regin. Atle was a royal, I was nobody. But he always treated me as his little sister. Defended me savagely. He broke Sigurd's arm when he put his hand on me one night, drunk off his ass on mead he stole from the great hall. They have been enemies ever since, in fierce competition. Atle was sweet on Bryn. Sigurd was courting her sister, Gunnhild. Left her and went after Bryn. Killed a dragon for her, to prove his superiority. A harmless baby dragon. Fafni. The only son of my mentor. My mouth fills with bile. "You look menacing." "I'm going to kill him, Atle. I'm going to kill Sigurd." He shakes his head. "No, you will not. You are a swan maiden. You will not ruin your life because of that pissfucker. Besides, I wanted to kill him since he put his filthy paw on you. Dibs on the bitch." "I have to tell you something. About Swanhild." By the time I finish the story, he's crying. But not for long. We talk until nightfall. Plan. He slips away in the night. Hunting for Sigurd. I head upstream. Tracking Swan. "Maiden?" I wake up, startled. Takes time until I realize it was only a dream. Sky was kissing me, his face flushed, breathing hard. My hand on his throat. Calling out for me. I touch the Mountain rune on my arm. Hasn't stopped burning since I left him with Eir. "Maiden?" I freeze. My hand grasps the handle of the whip. I turn and lash out at the same time. He falls to the ground, screaming. I got him. Put my booth on his throat, raise my dagger. His eyes are huge, following my hand. I touch the dagger to his eyebrow. Pull it down softly, carefully. All the way down to his ear. Then following the artery, down to the pit between his collarbones. Nick him. He gasps, more out of surprise than pain. A thin stream of blood trickles down on the side of his neck. I kneel down on his chest. Raise my knife again. Put it on his lips. Look at him in silence. Recognize him, at last. "Gunnar." "Yes." "Who sent you?" The tip of my dagger traces a meandering line on his face. "Bryn." He smiles at the mention of her name. Oh boy. "She wanted to have a message delivered?" "She wanted to give me to you. As a homecoming present." Gunnar looks at me, smiling. Waiting. Wanting to be used. His lips part when I bend down to kiss him. He sighs when I press my dagger against his neck. Just to make him feel the coldness of the blade. I slide down, sensing him harden under me. Swift flick of my hand, slashing his shirt. A thin red line seeping into the linen. He looks down. Smiles. Blue eyes, gazing into mine. Full of promise. My hands rip off the shirt. Blindfold him with it. He is hard, trembling with desire as I touch his nipple with the tip of the blade. He puts his arms above his head as we kiss, crossing his wrists. I taste his longing. "Get undressed." His whole body shakes and writhes as I ride him. I mark his shoulder with my dagger as I come. He cries out, explodes inside me. I cut away the blindfold, now wet with his tears. "Thank you." His voice is drowsy. Content. I put down my blanket, beckon him closer. He nestles into my arms. Smiles. "Was I good?" Blue eyes, reminding me of Sky. "Perfect." I kiss his eyes shut. Watch him fall asleep, looking at the mark on his shoulder. A cross, the viking rune for G as Gunnar. Exactly the same shape as the Mountain rune for B. He does not know yet, but I marked him for Bryn. |
Fortsättning:
Del 1 (15 sep 2023)Del 2: Learn it well and tell it to others (2 maj 2019)
Del 3: As a blood-red cloud darkens the sky (3 maj 2019)
Del 4: Only the Valkyries can choose the slain (3 maj 2019)
Del 5: Spears will shatter shields will splinter (4 maj 2019)
Del 6: Swords will gnaw like wolves through armor (4 jun 2019)
Del 7: Let us now wind the web of war (10 maj 2019)
Del 8: With swords unsheated away from here (6 maj 2019)
Del 9: Let us advance and wade through the ranks (30 mar 2020)
Del 10: The shafts are iron-bound and arrows are the shuttles (17 maj 2019)
Del 11: The Valkyries go weaving with drawn swords (14 sep 2019)
Del 12: We sang well victory songs (10 maj 2019)
Del 13: Where friends of us are exchanging blows (17 maj 2019)
Del 14: The web of man grey as armor (14 sep 2019)
Del 15: Will cross it with a crimson weft (15 maj 2019)
Del 16: Where the warrior banners are forging forwards (17 maj 2019)
Del 17: The news of disaster will spread through lands (14 sep 2019)
Del 18: The Sun, sister of the Moon from South (10 jul 2019)
Del 19: Her right hand cast over heaven's rim (27 maj 2019)
Del 20: No knowledge she had where her home should be (4 jun 2019)
Del 21: The Moon knew not what might was his (30 mar 2020)
Del 22: The stars knew not where their stations were (30 mar 2020)
Del 23: From below the dragon dark comes forth (21 jun 2019)
Del 24: The bodies of men on his wings he bears (14 sep 2019)
Del 25: Then sought the Gods their assembly-seats (14 sep 2019)
Del 26: Thence come the maidens, mighty in wisdom (6 jul 2019)
Del 27: One did I see in the wet woods bound (27 jul 2019)
Del 28: Wise shall he seem who well can question, and also answers well (14 sep 2019)
Del 29: Nought is concealed that men may say amongst the sons of men (10 sep 2019)
Del 30: Speak thou of hell, for of heaven I know (30 okt 2019)
Del 31: All to know that I fain would ask, who shall vengeance win for the evil work (28 sep 2019)
Del 32: No wise-woman art thou, nor wisdom hast (13 okt 2019)
Del 33: Maiden, awake! Wake thee, my friend. (18 okt 2019)
Del 34: My sister Hyndla, in thy hollow cave! (18 okt 2019)
Del 35: Already comes darkness and ride must we (5 jan 2022)
Del 36: To Valhall, to seek the sacred hall (23 okt 2019)
Del 37: The favour of Allfather seek we to find, to his followers gold he gladly gives (11 nov 2019)
Del 38: And to Sigurd he gave a sword as gift (14 nov 2019)
Del 39: Triumph to some, and treasure to others (2 dec 2019)
Del 40: To many wisdom, and skill in words (12 dec 2019)
Del 41: Fair winds to the sailor, to the singer his art and a manly heart to many a hero (31 dec 2019)
Del 42: From the stall now one of your wolves lead forth (29 mar 2020)
Del 43: Falsely thou asketh me, Freya, to go (16 apr 2020)
Del 44: For so in the glance of thine eyes I see (5 maj 2020)
Del 45: On the way of the slain thy lover goes with thee (6 maj 2020)
Del 46: Wild dreams, methinks are thine when thou sayest my lover is with me (15 aug 2021)
Del 47: On the way of the slain (11 maj 2020)
Del 48: Long is the way, long must thou wander (15 aug 2021)
Del 49: But long is love as well (20 maj 2020)
Del 50: Thou mayst find, perchance, what Thou fain wouldst have (15 aug 2021)
Del 51: If the Fates their favor will give (13 jul 2020)
Del 52: And now I have what I ever hoped (17 jul 2020)
Tillagd 27 maj 2019 Noveller #Man #Kvinna #Kvinna som top #Annan som top #Kvinna som bottom #Man som bottom #Annan som bottom #BDSM #Erotik #Bondage #Disciplin #Psykisk dominans #Fysisk dominans #Smärta #Smisk
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