Twisted Hearts

Imaginings (Heimdall)

I opened the doors to my chamber for the performers ordered for the night. New performers were usually startled at the door that opened before they could even knock, but the brothel had sent my favorites. I gestured them in.

"I want something different tonight. More romantic and gentle than my usual requests." I avoided looking at their eyes. In fact, despite this man and woman's several visits to my chambers over the years, I could likely not describe eithers' eye color to someone. It made the whole process easier if I could not hear their thoughts.

I arranged myself in the chair facing towards my bed. All the windows were closed and there were several candles lit. I had done well, so far, of not allowing anyone but the brothel to know that my sexual entertainment was paid for. The All-Father probably knew, but he did not tell and he did not interfere so it was a non-issue. This was all much easier than the alternative.

"I want you to pretend that you're new lovers. I want there to be passion. Maybe it's even your wedding night," I could already feel the blood rushing towards my cock as thoughts of Brynhild and I in those scenarios played out.

"Understood, Lord Heimdall." The two said in unison.

They disrobed and began to arrange themselves on the bed, kissing and stroking passionately. As they began to touch each other, I could feel the echoes of their sensations. A slight, pleasant buzzing in my head began as my chest rose and fell in anticipation. My hand wandered down to my now engorged cock. If Brynhild and I, one day, made it to this same place, what would she think of it? Would she be pleased?

Judging from her thoughts over the last couple of days, I bet she would be delighted. I was now certain of that and that she, at least, had no treacherous intent. Her father was still not entirely vetted. And even if he was, his buddy, the oh-so-self-righteous, Tyr was certainly not cleared of treachery.

The woman arched her back and moaned softly as the man slid himself inside. It was hard not to think of Brynhild's soft lips near my ear uttering similar sounds. I started moving my hand up and down my stiff cock as the man moved in and out of the woman. I matched their pace and let out a few groans of my own as the intensity picked up. The man looked into the woman's eyes, holding her neck and hair in his hands.

What would it be like to look into Brynhild's eyes as I made love to her? To take on her emotions and hear her thoughts? I would like her to feel comfortable and pleased, like the woman was now. The man's finger swirling around her clitoris was helping that currently. I would want her to be happy that she was with me and that I was making her feel that way. I would want her thoughts to be only of me.

My cock was pulsing with blood and I could feel my pace moving ahead of the performers. My hands could feel wetness leaking out of the head of my cock and then the sweet release with a groan escaping my lips.

The man looked up, surprised. That's unusual. Not like him to cum so soon. He must really have it bad for that little brunette. What a sick fuck. Hopefully she knows what she's getting into. He should have followed my long-standing orders and not looked at me. The night was now ruined.

"Get out!" I spat. "You know the rules. Do. Not. Look at me." The man and woman scrambled from the bed to gather their clothes. I grabbed the nearest object to me and threw it at them as they scrambled out the door.

Of course Brynhild knew what she was getting into. I had pledged to be honest and I meant it. She saw many sides of me today. I thought I had lost her on the wall with my comments, but she still accepted me later at the shop and that continued throughout the morning as I provided her with Asgard's finest goods. I could not wait to see her dressed in the finery I provided. She would come to know me and I could only hope that her acceptance of me would continue.

She was unlike any other woman who had caught my eye before. My comments did not seem to dissuade her fierceness. Her intelligence shined through her naivety. She meant her promise of honesty. Her love and loyalty for her father was so sincere. There were no games with her, no lies. I could see so much potential in her. I felt like I could spend days in her company and never tire of it. She could become, I dared to hope, a loving wife to me.

The thought had now become more: a vision. Brynhild, with a swollen belly. I couldn't see anything beyond her, but she looked exhausted and worried. I was sure the child inside her was mine. She disappeared from sight and then re-appeared with her back turned to me and a young man beside her. The chin of the young man had the start of a blonde beard and short, dirty blonde hair. He turned towards me. His face was familiar. That was because he looked like me. Our son. Brynhild and I would have a son!

I looked around me. I was in chains. The All-Father's new wife was in armor in front of a great gathering. I was on trial.

I started awake. Visions did not come that often, but when they did, they usually came in dreams. They also did not usually bode well. But this one promised me a future, however troubled.