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Heimdall

Heimdall

"A hungry wolf is bound to wage a hard battle." - Laxdaela Saga

Thor's POV

I couldn't compose myself, the events of the night before ran on a constant loop through my mind. The storm was settled allowing a expected Asgardian morning sun to have already risen, dappled light entered the chambers.

The white satin curtains pranced with each crisp breeze, gazing down Lady Alison lay upon my chest fast asleep. Her mahogany lochs splayed across her porcelain skin, she was truly beautiful, the silk sheets pooled round her still form, framing her petite figure. I was the most fortunate man in all of Asgard.

She stirred ever so lightly, eyelashes fluttering in her dream state. What we had committed last night was against all decrees of my father, I had lay with women before I was no novice however Alison had every part of me embodied in her. She not only had my physical attention but my mind and soul, I was completely and utterly entrapped in the enchantment that was Lady Alison. She was not of Midgard nor of Asgard.

She was erotic in her movements, I had never seen anything like her before, we moved in harmony. She fitted me perfectly, it was as if the creator himself had constructed her from the same branch as me. We were destined to grow together.

An ear splitting crash was heard as the first guard rapped on the chamber doors, the noise echoed throughout the room causing Lady Alison to startle awake.

"Take your leave, your company is not needed here!" A call this early must be urgent but nothing could be as paramount as the contact between Alison and I at this very moment.

"Heimdall requests your presence as a matter of urgency my Prince." a nameless soldier booms through the cast entrance.

"I'm sure Heimdall can see I am occupied." Her starlight eyes and bright smile beamed inches from my face, resting her figure across my outstretched form.

"Heimdall wishes to speak with Lady Alison also, he stated if there is a refusal you both would be taken by force." My mood rapidly switched the sky grew a dull grey.

"No one is to touch the Lady Alison by force, or they shall endure the consequences."

Alison's POV

Flinching his torso writhing underneath me, anger seethed through his chest creating an idle growl to erupt. Removing himself from the sheets he hastily began to dress his armour.

Last night was such an experience I couldn't possibly fathom into words. My muscles ached at every jolt, my heart and mind longed for more as my body pleaded for rest.

"This urgent matter must be worth our time, if not swords will be crossed." Rising gathering as much cover as I was able, I stood against his now clothed form, I've never felt so exposed. The white silk draped and hooped my lower back, placing my hand upon his shoulder blade the cool steel soothed my raging skin. Each scale of vivd metal flowed in sync with another, creating a serpent ora along his prudent muscles. His luminescent blood red cape lay sluggishly from his claps, they were incorrectly fixed.

A stone like touch clamps my spine twirling me forward facing the almighty prince, the light gleamed off of every possible metallic advantage point. The incandescent sight would alarm any viewer, releasing the sheet I stood bare in front of my Thor, The Future King of Asgard, The Warrior, The Leader, The God.

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Impatient and agitated the white mare I saddled began to stir violently causing several stable hands to intervene.