Fossegrim's Love. (Original)

Dream of old love.

Harpa (July) 12th, 899

Today was the anniversary of when the Pantheons Æsir and Vanir joined together creating the great Pantheon Hall of Asgard. Odin called all of the immortals lesser and greater to share in the celebration, which contained rather heated fist fighting, debating, sharing stories, and yes: the drinking of mead and wine. Fossegrim stood by the entryway to the Pantheon watching the Gods and creatures in unity enjoying themselves and forgetting all of their old grudges and finally working things out. He loved it when everyone got along and set aside their differences and ranks in the branches of Yggdrasil and treated each other equally. He smiled as he smoothed out his mid-thigh black sarong. He continued waiting for his long time friend and Norwegian lover Huldra to elegantly walk through the dark frozen brass doors wearing her favorite ankle length skirt ready to brighten up his world. He loved the way her light honey colored waist length hair was brushed over her shoulders to cover her breasts and how her pale skin highlighted her bright yellow illuminating eyes as well as the spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Even her hollowed out back and fluffy gray fox tail were beautiful to him. He closed his eyes as he began to smile at all the times he spent with her from roaming the forests, to listening to her sing and the day he gave her the silver ivy bracelet.

"What are you smiling about?"
He opened his eyes and saw Huldra smiling at him with a hand on her hip. "You freckles,"
He put his arms around her waist and kissed deeply into her as she put her hands on his chest.

After six hours into the celebration Fossegrim couldn't stand the numerous crowds of loud drunks and random fights anymore. As he walked out to the wrap around balcony he spotted Huldra talking to Tyr about something most likely fighting techniques. She looked over and Fossegrim pointed towards where he was going and she nodded as he continued on his way. He opened the double doors and stepped outside and sat down on the railing with his legs drawn up against his chest his chin resting on his knees. He closed his eyes as his mind cleared. Time passed and he heard the door open behind him followed by the sound of bare feet hitting polished stone. He lifted his head and looked beside him. Huldra was staring out at the fog covered horizon absentmindedly tracing a circular pattern with one finger.
"I was beginning to worry about you, you've been out for an hour." The sunrise made her eyes turn golden. She sat next to him on the railing resting her head on his shoulder while the front of her double slit white skirt went in between her legs as she dangled them over the edge. As the cold started to bother him, Fossegrim decided to get down and was about to head back in until Huldra grabbed him by his right arm. "We haven't had much time to ourselves lately, do you want to come with me to a guest room and have our own party?" She kissed his neck and pressed her womanhood into his manhood and rubbed him slow and hard. He moaned and gently pushed her into a nearby wall next to the door. He lifted her up against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She put her fingers under his chin and lifted up his head, "Don't drop me this time," she giggled. He kissed her passionately as she teased his hair and rubbed his back. "Let's take this somewhere else," he said softly. She nodded and turned her head to another door a few feet away. "Guest room," was all she said.

They entered the room and locked the door. Huldra took off her skirt and laid on her side on the dark maroon canopy bed. He turned from the locked door and approached her smiling as he untied his sarong and dropped it to the floor.

The remaining eight hours of the party were the most amazing few hours of that day.

Present Day.

May 1st, 2017

Fossegrim opened his eyes the orange sunrise shining in his face. He had decided to share the same bed as Paige to keep her feeling secure. She was still laying dormant beside him, he looked at her serene features and felt a wave of guilt and embarrassment full on punch him in the face. How dare he dream of a past love while he was with this one even if it wasn't his intentional thought. He rolled over on his back and groaned while banging the back of his head against the floor through the spread out sleeping bag. 'What in the name of Hel is wrong with me?...'