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Despite the apparent third-wheelness of the current arrangement, Nathaniel Zale didn’t envy Thor’s position in Eva’s embrace or the other couple’s moment of marital tenderness. His mind was preoccupied with how to slow down his more mercurial counterparts' current tailspin. Two bright and beautiful comets in the heavens, normally allied in a synchronized orbit, were suddenly knocked off course and threatened to spin out into the universe. The craggy, less majestic asteroid would need to use his deep well of gravity thoughtfully if he were to help his partners shine their brightest.

The Dark Lord (which Brayden assured him daily would not catch on as a title) could not blame Eva and Thor for their apparent moods. Based on the hypothesis that Nathaniel was never wrong, the Allfather had just been handed a death sentence. And Eva, a woman defined by her abilities to change the game when the rules didn’t bend to her will, had yet to discover a way to flip the current monopoly board asunder. Not only that, her diligent and inspired work on Asgard’s Spacejammer had awoken something within the technopath she hadn’t expected, it seemed. It had reconnected her to the little girl, lost in her father’s coveralls and oversized boots, tromping around Forge’s lab with a tool belt and a head full of dreams.

“I think I may have a solution.” Nathaniel’s voice slipped from his lips with whispered intent. “Although, Eva. You won’t like it.” The serpent tempted Eve from her Adam with curiosity in the form of a challenge. A challenge to Eva’s constitution and what she could endure - but he’d have conjured an apple if he’d deemed it necessary. 

“Thank you, my goddess.” Thor’s voice was muffled by Eva’s ruffled gown and he embraced his wife’s midsection and her words of comfort. The nervous energy within him grew in proximity to Eva, but her gentle fingers in his golden hair caused the King’s eyes to close and his breath to purr. Nate’s words felt distant and cold by comparison but Thor was happy the other man had finally spoken of a solution. Arms still around Eva, Thor’s face moved back to better look upon Nathaniel and hear his words. “Well, go on.” Thor was at least willing to hear the idea.

“I have a person in mind, but he’s unavailable,” Nathaniel explained by didn’t explain.

“Not in the mood for cryptic, Nathaniel.” Thor registered his objections. “Define unavailable.”

“Dead.” Nathaniel defined.

“Then make him, undead. Well, not un…” Thor stopped. Words were difficult sometimes.

The God of the Underworld took in a long, deep breath and admitted another slightly embarrassing fact - too many in one week. “He’s not technically mine. His soul belongs to another and we will have to convince both of them.” Nathaniel’s hand waved toward the floor of the cabin and the solid material they stood on cracked. The gap grew and traveled the length of the room and violently split apart the floor until a small dark river ran through the well-decorated room. Fog formed on either end and from the wall closer to Nate, a long narrow boat piloted by a hooded figure, who stood at the aft of the craft, floated along the river and into the room. The ghoul forced his long oar deeper into the water and stopped the boat's forward momentum. “We should go now,” Nate told his friends and lovers and quickly stepped into the boat.

Thor watched the always-theatrical Nate conjure the trio a ride and then shared a long silent exchange with Eva. The promise of forwarding progress intrigued the Allfather who had already nearly worn runts in the new ship’s deck from pacing. “You told me to trust him.” He reminded Eva as he stood and returned Eva’s kiss with one on her lips. He gestured toward the boat, signifying ‘queen’s first’, but then turned toward the wall and reached up to a pair of crossed curved swords mounted at his eye level. He pulled the scimitars down and turned back to Eva and Nate. “Only a fool enters the underworld unprepared to fight for their life.” The Odin quote rolled off Thor’s tongue but was meant with no offense to the current ruler of said realm. Though, Thor took note when Nate failed to argue with the Allfather.

Thor’s foot tapped against the deck of Asgard’s starship, his boot matched the beat and tempo of the pair of Murphys who appeared to be auditioning…? The King, and possibly Captain, had been distracted by the bards who performed their ballad about tossing a coin and something called a witcher. Regardless of the meaning, it certainly sounded good. Several craftspeople had also been ensnared by the music, a few seemed to panic when Thor joined them, before the King gestured that he approved of the break. The Allfather noticed Nathaniel’s unruly black mane centered above his awkwardly broad shoulders, seated in front of him. Thor quietly moved parallel with the judgmental deity. “Was this necessary?” Not only did Nathaniel know these two, but he knew of their talents. “You asked us to be thorough.” Nate and Eva had taken Thor’s direction seriously. “’Find me the finest crew in the realms. One to sail over the edge of the world with.’” Nathaniel quoted the Thunder God’s request back at him, sans snark. Lochlan and Gael’s rendition of the Netflix tune ended, the third song the pair had played for Nate’s approval. A rather energetic smattering of applause erupted from the informal crowd and he took note of it. “Thank you, we’ll be in touch.” “What? No.” A slightly flabbergasted Thor stopped his applause then looked from the bards to Nate, then back at the pair of minstrels. “You’re welcome to join the crew - if you understand the danger, of course.” Nathaniel aggressively scratched at his parchment with his quill, visibly annoyed that Thor had usurped his process. “Fine.” “Is Eva on board?” Thor wondered aloud and tried not to revel in his destruction of Nathaniel’s exercise. “Yes, she’s inspecting the royal suites.” Nathaniel paused and considered the fact that there was no innuendo in that statement. Huh. “Let’s join her.” Thor started off toward the stairs that led below decks, the familiar swoosh of Nate’s cape followed close behind him.

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Hup! Gael grunted as she was retrieved like a shot duck in Morgan’s secretly great game. Only in this instance, the dog was not snickering. He was whining... And doing puppy dog eyes. And making her feel like she’d kicked him. Had she? She’d done a lot of kicking in the past few minutes. 

“We’re already sort of in space, though, really...” her lilt was soft and her brown eyes worked their damnedest to not seem argumentative. But it was in her nature. He smelled like morning, she noted, as she tried to meter her breathing. 

“Ya know, I saw that flyer an’ I half thought it would be you an’ me makin’ this announcement to the rest of ‘em.”

Her lower lip jutted out, and she too averted her gaze. “I love ye more than livin’,” was Reverie’s answer. She righted her shoulders with a huffed breath and looked to her goofy-looking partner-in-many-things. “But I panicked. Ronan was tellin’ Con that he was leavin’ an’,” she blinked and didn’t dare let any of the welling tears escape. She even tilted her chin up indignantly to prevent it. “I knew someone needed ta look after ‘im.” Exhale. “It was only a few minutes ago, ye know. It isn’t like I had time ta plan, ‘r ta think ‘r ta take a piss.” Kiernan had seen to that. “O’ course I want ye with me,” she dared admit in the cool light of day. 

Gael’s thin fingers pulled Lochlan’s calloused digits to interlock with them, and she brought his hands up to hold over her (really there) heart. “Beverly’s a restless spirit, isn’t she?” Her dark eyes met Lochlan’s light and she smiled through them in a way that clarified that old saying about Irish eyes. 

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The Burn Book was opened and Gael gave Kellan a sideways glance. “You can’t just ask people why they’re white,” she informed him in her perfected American accent. Meanwhile, her foot had made sorta-affectionate contact with the back of Conlan’s head as he settled, only moments after Ronan had landed a pillow attack on his face. 

Her brother muttered an unhelpful string of on-brand gibberish, and she rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and left them there for a few moments as he finished. Beneath the surface, her stomach was a bit knotted. Outwardly, her face relaxed into a smirk at Lorna’s painted picture, but then things got serious again. Ronan was dead-eyeing Kiernan (as they were prone to do). 

“I signed up fer duty on Asgard’s new ship. They asked fer volunteers and I volunteered.” Ronan said, plainly. 

“Regular Steve Rogers over here.” Conlan scoffed. 

Despite her blinders, Gael understood his sentiment. It was a bit un-Ronan-like to offer his time when the circumstances were unknown. However… she kicked Conlan in the spine out of principle. 

“I… did not leave the south side for this…” Kellan added with a whisper, if only to break the tension. It didn’t. But he saw Lorna crack a smile so, win. His uncles were getting wily, though, and he sunk down a bit into the couch. He could almost hear his father’s voice sayin ‘don’t make me get rowdy on yer ass’. 

Morgan snorted past his cigarette at Conlan’s remark and couldn’t help piling on before their older brother revealed his next shocker. “Ye’re right, Conny, Ronan is also 100 years old. A prime candidate for service.” God they were being arseholes. But the darkest-haired Murphy did feel a bit blindsided. And everyone knew it was highly unpleasant to surprise a Murphy - let alone a murder of one. 

“And Gael’s comin’ too.”

Ho. ly. shit. Morgan squinted one eye shut and put his cigarette out, then readjusted slightly so his weight was on one butt cheek and his legs were primed to spring up and stop a scuffle. The warm hand against his head was a welcome salve for the wounds that might yet still be inflicted. 

There it was… She was coming too. Reverie’s eyes bore into Ronan’s ear, which was the part of his face that was pointed her way. His eyes were still locked on Kiernan. And Kiernan’s on Ronan. She looked toward Lochlan with only a shift of her eyes, too unsure to turn her head away from the main event… 

Fucking tit fuckers; his younger brothers were monstrous. The peed-o and the savages… Fuck-king-christ. His thick lips pursed, his nostrils flared, and all the while, the large-chested Leo drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly through his nose as he gathered his thoughts. “Certainly the Allfather has a noble purpose and grand adventure planned for this, his vessel’s maiden voyage…” He was annunciating. He was even attempting a false smile. “And of course, you, Ronan, are more than welcome to join him on his quest…” These were words Kiernan used now. They were normal words. The world turned upside down. “I will not, however, allow either o’ the children in my care, to get on a bloody feckin’ spaceship with a pack o’ deities lookin’ fer a fight ta pick!” He stepped forward, Morgan flinched. 

“I’m eighteen,” Gael countered. 

Kiernan seethed. “Since a month.” 

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With a second Irish civil war now well on its way, and Kiernan’s face red as a tomato, the J. Wellington Wimpy of the family had begun to take note. Lochlan’s eyes found Gael, who was busy mean-mugging the side of Kiernan’s tomato head. Awkwardly and more abruptly than he’d meant to, Lochlan stood from the chair, and after a Captain Jack moment to steady himself, he lumbered toward his sister. “Alright.” His outstretched arms snatched the girl from the couch and he handled her as gracefully as a firefighter rescuing a scared cat from a tree. Long arms made all the difference. Gael secured over his shoulder, Lochlan made eye contact with Kiernan before he stewed himself. “Band meeting, inside a family meeting, very complicated rules. I’ll have her right back. Just takin’ her aside-aside for a moment.” Lochlan explained and carried Gael through the swinging door that separated the family room from the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, he placed his sister on the tile in front of him. “Ya can’t take half of Beverly to space,” Lochlan said in an alarmed whisper. “Did you not consider talkin’ ta me about this?” he yelled in tone and not volume. “Ya know, I saw that flyer an' I half thought it would be you an' me makin' this announcement to the rest of 'em.” Lochlan’s bright eyes turned away from Gael in the final moment, just in case he'd showed something vulnerable to her.

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The Burn Book was opened and Gael gave Kellan a sideways glance. “You can’t just ask people why they’re white,” she informed him in her perfected American accent. Meanwhile, her foot had made sorta-affectionate contact with the back of Conlan’s head as he settled, only moments after Ronan had landed a pillow attack on his face. 

Her brother muttered an unhelpful string of on-brand gibberish, and she rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and left them there for a few moments as he finished. Beneath the surface, her stomach was a bit knotted. Outwardly, her face relaxed into a smirk at Lorna’s painted picture, but then things got serious again. Ronan was dead-eyeing Kiernan (as they were prone to do). 

“I signed up fer duty on Asgard’s new ship. They asked fer volunteers and I volunteered.” Ronan said, plainly. 

“Regular Steve Rogers over here.” Conlan scoffed. 

Despite her blinders, Gael understood his sentiment. It was a bit un-Ronan-like to offer his time when the circumstances were unknown. However… she kicked Conlan in the spine out of principle. 

“I… did not leave the south side for this…” Kellan added with a whisper, if only to break the tension. It didn’t. But he saw Lorna crack a smile so, win. His uncles were getting wily, though, and he sunk down a bit into the couch. He could almost hear his father’s voice sayin ‘don’t make me get rowdy on yer ass’. 

Morgan snorted past his cigarette at Conlan’s remark and couldn’t help piling on before their older brother revealed his next shocker. “Ye’re right, Conny, Ronan is also 100 years old. A prime candidate for service.” God they were being arseholes. But the darkest-haired Murphy did feel a bit blindsided. And everyone knew it was highly unpleasant to surprise a Murphy - let alone a murder of one. 

“And Gael’s comin’ too.”

Ho. ly. shit. Morgan squinted one eye shut and put his cigarette out, then readjusted slightly so his weight was on one butt cheek and his legs were primed to spring up and stop a scuffle. The warm hand against his head was a welcome salve for the wounds that might yet still be inflicted. 

There it was… She was coming too. Reverie’s eyes bore into Ronan’s ear, which was the part of his face that was pointed her way. His eyes were still locked on Kiernan. And Kiernan’s on Ronan. She looked toward Lochlan with only a shift of her eyes, too unsure to turn her head away from the main event… 

Fucking tit fuckers; his younger brothers were monstrous. The peed-o and the savages… Fuck-king-christ. His thick lips pursed, his nostrils flared, and all the while, the large-chested Leo drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly through his nose as he gathered his thoughts. “Certainly the Allfather has a noble purpose and grand adventure planned for this, his vessel’s maiden voyage…” He was annunciating. He was even attempting a false smile. “And of course, you, Ronan, are more than welcome to join him on his quest…” These were words Kiernan used now. They were normal words. The world turned upside down. “I will not, however, allow either o’ the children in my care, to get on a bloody feckin’ spaceship with a pack o’ deities lookin’ fer a fight ta pick!” He stepped forward, Morgan flinched. 

“I’m eighteen,” Gael countered. 

Kiernan seethed. “Since a month.” 

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Thor’s shoulders barely cleared the arched doorway because the inside of the vessel was economical where necessary and accommodating when possible. He’d moved deep enough into the cabin to allow Nathaniel entrance then smiled fondly at Eva. Her vibes had already soothed the restless sovereign, an astral aura that permeated his skin and contaminated his soul with love. “Yes. You’ve once again taken my rather foggy daydreams and spun them into gold.” Thor paced the large room for a moment until he settled close to the bed and rested his large frame on the end of it. The Allfather’s vision was diverted and engaged with the many ruffles of his extremely lovely wife’s dress.

Nathaniel followed and watched all the purpose in Thor’s stride evaporate into the ether when the pair entered the royal cabin. Restless Thor had a restless and Nathaniel and Eva shared a glance about it as soon as they made eye contact. Their unspoken language was louder than many people's actual words. “Yes, we have, as in both of us have chosen the two Murphys with the talent to round out the mostly Asgardian musical lineup. Of course, I'm sure your hairdresser will take her fair number of turns at the microphone.” Nate watched Thor’s body almost crumple down into a seated position on the bed and he moved closer to Eva, he assumed some sort of united front would be necessary. “ No. In fact, you should just give Brayden’s cabin to someone else. He can sleep in the crow’s nest.”

Thor’s head raised and his posture improved slightly when Eva mentioned the duties of the people staying behind. “Yes. We need to be very clear on what we expect and what is to happen if… regardless of our type of victory.” His eyes wandered the room for a moment, fixated on the next shiniest object compared to the last one he’s just stared at.

Thor’s back stiffened after a moment and he spoke to both Eva and Nathaniel. “I don’t think I should be captain.” Large hat with a comical feather that hung on his wall, be damned. “This is no longer an exploratory maiden voyage. I must consider what’s best for the success of this mission,” the words themselves felt rough inside the Allfather’s throat. “A more experienced captain to handle the burdens of a new ship and crew, so that I could focus on our primary objective… would, I think, be prudent.”

Nathaniel cocked his head to the side and silently swore he’d remember this day for all time. Thor had said something he completely agreed with. The only issue was he’d been so convinced Thor would king his way into the captain’s chair, that he didn’t have a readied list of suggestions. Oh, bother.

Thor’s foot tapped against the deck of Asgard’s starship, his boot matched the beat and tempo of the pair of Murphys who appeared to be auditioning…? The King, and possibly Captain, had been distracted by the bards who performed their ballad about tossing a coin and something called a witcher. Regardless of the meaning, it certainly sounded good. Several craftspeople had also been ensnared by the music, a few seemed to panic when Thor joined them, before the King gestured that he approved of the break. The Allfather noticed Nathaniel’s unruly black mane centered above his awkwardly broad shoulders, seated in front of him. Thor quietly moved parallel with the judgmental deity. “Was this necessary?” Not only did Nathaniel know these two, but he knew of their talents. “You asked us to be thorough.” Nate and Eva had taken Thor’s direction seriously. “’Find me the finest crew in the realms. One to sail over the edge of the world with.’” Nathaniel quoted the Thunder God’s request back at him, sans snark. Lochlan and Gael’s rendition of the Netflix tune ended, the third song the pair had played for Nate’s approval. A rather energetic smattering of applause erupted from the informal crowd and he took note of it. “Thank you, we’ll be in touch.” “What? No.” A slightly flabbergasted Thor stopped his applause then looked from the bards to Nate, then back at the pair of minstrels. “You’re welcome to join the crew - if you understand the danger, of course.” Nathaniel aggressively scratched at his parchment with his quill, visibly annoyed that Thor had usurped his process. “Fine.” “Is Eva on board?” Thor wondered aloud and tried not to revel in his destruction of Nathaniel’s exercise. “Yes, she’s inspecting the royal suites.” Nathaniel paused and considered the fact that there was no innuendo in that statement. Huh. “Let’s join her.” Thor started off toward the stairs that led below decks, the familiar swoosh of Nate’s cape followed close behind him.

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Thor's foot tapped against the deck of Asgard's starship, his boot matched the beat and tempo of the pair of Murphys who appeared to be auditioning…? The King, and possibly Captain, had been distracted by the bards who performed their ballad about tossing a coin and something called a witcher. Regardless of the meaning, it certainly sounded good. Several craftspeople had also been ensnared by the music, a few seemed to panic when Thor joined them, before the King gestured that he approved of the break. The Allfather noticed Nathaniel's unruly black mane centered above his awkwardly broad shoulders, seated in front of him. Thor quietly moved parallel with the judgmental deity. "Was this necessary?" Not only did Nathaniel know these two, but he knew of their talents. "You asked us to be thorough." Nate and Eva had taken Thor's direction seriously. "’Find me the finest crew in the realms. One to sail over the edge of the world with.’" Nathaniel quoted the Thunder God's request back at him, sans snark. Lochlan and Gael's rendition of the Netflix tune ended, the third song the pair had played for Nate's approval. A rather energetic smattering of applause erupted from the informal crowd and he took note of it. "Thank you, we'll be in touch." "What? No." A slightly flabbergasted Thor stopped his applause then looked from the bards to Nate, then back at the pair of minstrels. "You're welcome to join the crew - if you understand the danger, of course." Nathaniel aggressively scratched at his parchment with his quill, visibly annoyed that Thor had usurped his process. "Fine." "Is Eva on board?" Thor wondered aloud and tried not to revel in his destruction of Nathaniel's exercise. "Yes, she's inspecting the royal suites." Nathaniel paused and considered the fact that there was no innuendo in that statement. Huh. "Let's join her." Thor started off toward the stairs that led below decks, the familiar swoosh of Nate's cape followed close behind him.

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Continued from here. 

The Burn Book was opened and Gael gave Kellan a sideways glance. “You can’t just ask people why they’re white,” she informed him in her perfected American accent. Meanwhile, her foot had made sorta-affectionate contact with the back of Conlan’s head as he settled, only moments after Ronan had landed a pillow attack on his face. 

Her brother muttered an unhelpful string of on-brand gibberish, and she rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and left them there for a few moments as he finished. Beneath the surface, her stomach was a bit knotted. Outwardly, her face relaxed into a smirk at Lorna’s painted picture, but then things got serious again. Ronan was dead-eyeing Kiernan (as they were prone to do). 

“I signed up fer duty on Asgard’s new ship. They asked fer volunteers and I volunteered.” Ronan said, plainly. 

“Regular Steve Rogers over here.” Conlan scoffed. 

Despite her blinders, Gael understood his sentiment. It was a bit un-Ronan-like to offer his time when the circumstances were unknown. However... she kicked Conlan in the spine out of principle. 

“I... did not leave the south side for this...” Kellan added with a whisper, if only to break the tension. It didn’t. But he saw Lorna crack a smile so, win. His uncles were getting wily, though, and he sunk down a bit into the couch. He could almost hear his father’s voice sayin ‘don’t make me get rowdy on yer ass’. 

Morgan snorted past his cigarette at Conlan’s remark and couldn’t help piling on before their older brother revealed his next shocker. “Ye’re right, Conny, Ronan is also 100 years old. A prime candidate for service.” God they were being arseholes. But the darkest-haired Murphy did feel a bit blindsided. And everyone knew it was highly unpleasant to surprise a Murphy - let alone a murder of one. 

"And Gael’s comin’ too."

Ho. ly. shit. Morgan squinted one eye shut and put his cigarette out, then readjusted slightly so his weight was on one butt cheek and his legs were primed to spring up and stop a scuffle. The warm hand against his head was a welcome salve for the wounds that might yet still be inflicted. 

There it was... She was coming too. Reverie’s eyes bore into Ronan’s ear, which was the part of his face that was pointed her way. His eyes were still locked on Kiernan. And Kiernan’s on Ronan. She looked toward Lochlan with only a shift of her eyes, too unsure to turn her head away from the main event... 

Fucking tit fuckers; his younger brothers were monstrous. The peed-o and the savages... Fuck-king-christ. His thick lips pursed, his nostrils flared, and all the while, the large-chested Leo drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly through his nose as he gathered his thoughts. “Certainly the Allfather has a noble purpose and grand adventure planned for this, his vessel’s maiden voyage...” He was annunciating. He was even attempting a false smile. “And of course, you, Ronan, are more than welcome to join him on his quest...” These were words Kiernan used now. They were normal words. The world turned upside down. “I will not, however, allow either o’ the children in my care, to get on a bloody feckin’ spaceship with a pack o’ deities lookin’ fer a fight ta pick!” He stepped forward, Morgan flinched. 

“I’m eighteen,” Gael countered. 

Kiernan seethed. “Since a month.” 

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“Don’t worry about me.”

For once, she wouldn't. Right after though, back to worrying.

“Grab the beard, again. I love you… I love you.”

Done.

“I need you. I need you, Eva.”

She needed Nate too.

“I love…”

Her love for the Allfather knew no bounds.

“They looked glorious.”

"If they hadn't," she panted, "they wouldn't have gone on in the first," pant, "place." She was beaming happily. Eva felt Thor's peace offering belatedly as the feeling came back into the peaks of her breasts. It was the little things...

Under Nate's weight and mouth, the queen wriggled and even let out a squeal as he kissed her ticklish shoulders. He spoke apologetically as he loved on her, the lot of them breathing raggedly out of sync. "It's okay to be wrong sometimes, handsome." She was grinning at Thor from where her head rested partially against his chest. They both laughed at Nathaniel's final statement and then the electrokine magically relocated, leaving Nate to fall against Thor in their spent states. She stood next to them, ready to offer a hand in standing. She had donned a sheer, flowy cover-up in her brief departure, and she'd chased the pesky lightning bug out of her wild mane. Which was now quasi-coiffed in a low bun. Pocket dimensions, who knew? Nate.

In her refractory stage, the goddess began recalling the less-fun matter at hand and she commenced purposeful control of her breathing. Eva's eyelids fell half-closed as she held out her hand for whichever husband took it. Her eyes widened after a moment and she smirked that the pair of wrecked deities before her. Look at her. Who would've thought? Her, a little. "Hey," she finally said warmly. Her love for them had won out against her trolling, frisky baseline.

Perhaps it was the gift she'd been bestowed, but standing there amongst her two beloved kings, the Goddess of Motherhood found herself ignoring the fact that her realm was about to take on major changes, her family was entering a new endeavor, and one of the said husbands was in mortal peril. She simply couldn't help thinking this 'last meal'-esque frolic was the perfect opportunity to grow their family. To herself, as privately as she could, she began a mantra: Serpent, Spaceship, Stewards.

A viper laying in wait.

Nathaniel lounged, back rested against one of Eva’s extravagantly overstuffed couches, which adorned her private study. With the door open and the room not far from the throne room, Nathaniel waited impatiently with one long leg folded over the other and his dark robes bounced a moment after his elevated foot did. Music from the throne room floated into the space and Nate withheld his critiques. Luckily for this group of live performers, Eva appeared.

Nathaniel stood quickly, a viper laying in wait - except she’d been fully aware of his presence. He had words, important words to tell her. Nate’s brow furrowed with intent because his wife needed to hear these things as quickly as possible, but she glowed and her aura distracted his intentions. Instead of meeting her with barbed statements of possible calamity, his arms stretched out and he greeted her with a hug. Nathaniel embraced Eva and he allowed her warmth to enveloped him. “I love you,” Nathaniel opened the conversation as though he hadn’t just seen her at breakfast. Though, his conference with Heimdall had figuratively taken him across the realms.

The embrace loosened and Nathaniel pulled back in order to look at Eva’s inquisitive face. “Heimdall confirmed my worst fears. His Grandmother wants to stay in Helheim.” Nathaniel’s eyes widened for a moment - his attempt at humor a poor deflection for his actual news. “Heimdall was unable to locate Jormungard.” Nate reported. “But several of the realms have reported sightings of the massive serpent. If my visions are to be taken seriously…” He paused because it was hardly a question in his mind. “It’s only a matter of time before the beast begins to… become a problem.” Nate had detailed his divination to Eva immediately after he’d experienced the visions. Jormungard’s rampage, nature’s attempt to balance an imbalanced equation after an altered Ragnarok, and Thor’s victory but apparent death from the serpent’s poison bite. “For what it’s worth, I’d keep hoping I’m wrong. You know how difficult that is for me.” He said with his long arms still around Eva’s waist.

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Conlan attmepted to slide down onto the couch, after Kiernan started bossing people around but was run off by Lorna and Gael.

“You can’t sit with us!” Lorna shouted him away. Conlan instead mimicked Morgan and pulled up a spot on the carpet. Apparently, the pair had saved the third couch cushion for Kellen. Yeah, he couldn’t blame them.

Unable to be left out of a Mean Girls quote session, Ronan’s hand found a free accent pillow and he chucked it at Conlan. “Ye don’t even go here!”

Lochlan quietly obliged, still too asleep to argue with Kiernan. Plus no one had taken the extra stuffed super comfortable chair. Idiots. Dazed and confused as he was, the sexiest voiced Murphy wondered if he’d heard Kiernan correctly. “Like… dress like one? Because I’ve got one of their horny helmets in my room. This particular bird left it…” Lochlan leaned forward to share some choice details until he remembered this was a family meeting. “Just left it.”

Lorna eyes darted from Kiernan to Ronan and had assumed this meeting probably regarded the pair of eldest brothers. Get a room. Though, Kiernan’s opening statement was a bit vague. And while she normally avoided feeding the trolls, she couldn’t ignore Lochlan’s idiocy. “Is it like the helmet Bugs wore in the opera episodes, with blond braids already attached?” Her hand had started on Morgan’s shoulder but had already found its way to his hair.

“Yer an idiot.” Ronan’s eyes were on Kiernan, not Lochlan - despite every reason to be. “I signed up fer duty…” he paused in case someone needed to laugh, “on Asgard’s new ship.” Ronan mercifully explained to the room. “They asked fer volunteers and I volunteered.”

“Regular Steve Rogers over here,” Conlan said, harshly pointing out Ronan’s history of not volunteering for sensible things. Suicide missions and taco runs, mostly. So he was unconvinced of Ronan’s motives.

“And Gael’s comin’ too.” Ronan added.

Okay, Popeye.

“What do ye mean?” Conlan said. Exasperated by Ronan’s mad answer to his simple question. “Just because ye look good in a stockin’ cap and peacoat doesn’t mean yer a sailor… or a space viking?”

Ronan, not prepared for the role reversal of Conlan criticizing him, attempted to shoo Conlan like the annoying bug he was. “Ye asked. I answered.” He continued to stuff clothes into his mostly full duffel bag, until Conny’s dumb face was too much to ignore. “I spent a year on a transport ship going back and forth across the Mediterranean, alright?”

“Ye fuckin’ kiddin’, right?” Conlan said. Flabbergasted. “Okay, Popeye. Before ye pack all yer spinach.”

“Fuck ye, Conlan.” Ronan said.

“You volunteered for an Asgardian Viking spaceship, Captain Ahab.” Conlan said. His mind was entirely blown.

“Fuck ye, ya moby dick.” Ronan said.

“Okay, Horatio blow yer own horn. Ye paddled around the Mediterranean Sea for a semester and now ye need to what - be a whaler on the moon?” Conlan said - then pantomimed a harpoon throw.

Ronan finally stopped and looked at his younger brother fully. “What else am I doin’ here, Conny?” For months, Ronan had felt increasingly out of place in the Asgardian future of it all. “I tried. But I need to feel useful and if ye aren’t useful on a ship they at least do the merciful thing and toss ye overboard.”

“I turn my back for one minute… and you run off and join the navy.” Conlan faked a sniffle, though he wasn’t done with this conversation. Clearly, Kiernan needed to be looped in.

“Fuck ye, Conny.” Ronan smirked and shoved Conlan away, albeit playfully.

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Somehow the three of them moved remarkably well together - or that was Nate’s over-critical, unhumble opinion of the throuple’s acrobatics. Eva pulled his hand to her clit and his nimble fingers went to work, then pressed lower to add some extra stimulation to Thor’s girthy cock. Nate’s own staff felt perfectly trapped within Eva’s incredible warmth, his hips barely moved but he didn’t want for anything as she artfully handled both of them. He bent forward as much as possible when she forcefully beckoned him. He kissed her, hastily at first because he could feel her body charge up and nearly release. But she wanted more and Nate happily obliged. He found her lips again and kissed her obscenely, as though they were alone. Despite the massive Thunder God under her, Nathaniel found the pose to be tender and stole a private moment. “Don’t worry about me.” He whispered to her. An instruction to not redirect or mute her orgasm to protect the only non-lightning god in the room. She finished and he encouraged her. “Fucking… do it. Harder, Eva.” Nate quickly channeled her energy around and away from him, something he’d practiced, wanting Eva to experience her orgasm as freely as possible.

Her determination stirred Thor’s warrior heart and when she commanded them it caused his cock to twitch inside her. Hard enough that he knew they’d both felt it. “You heard her, brother.” Thor smirked and had begun to wiggle his hips beneath her. “Grab the beard, again. I love you… I love you.”

Nathaniel responded with action of his own, so grossly over stimulated he was glad his face was mostly shielded from view. “I don’t think she knows how much we have left.” The thinner man bluffed. He didn’t know about Thor, but Nate had happily emptied himself just a few minutes earlier. But Eva demanded more. He moved in near tandem with the Allfather and the three moved in perfect harmony. Nate found Eva’s ear and nibbled, professed his love again, then suddenly did as the electrokine commanded and filled her up with every last drop he had. Back arched and darkness swirling, he poured himself into her. “I need you. I need you, Eva.” Nate whispered against her ear moments later.

Thor watched her face, her eyes, and their changing colors. Purples, greens, browns. Energy sparked within them and he felt her energy. He remember how this had started, their hurried entrance into his office and how much mischief she’d carried in with her. He grabbed her midsection tenderly now and pressed his thumbs into her soft skin. They worked with and against each-other and mere seconds after Nate, Thor felt his orgasm come. He groaned a low roar, finished as hard as he could up into his queen, and started a third proclamation. “I love…” Thor’s hand held Eva’s cheek and he finished his sentence silently, only his lips moving. The second time hit an even deeper spot and Thor found even more for Eva. He came, and came, and came some more, until he couldn’t feel anything but wet around his thighs.

His arms pulled Eva closer and nearly apologized for the clamps, even though he knew she’d loved them. His hand outstretched even further to ensnare Nate’s sweaty shoulder. With both Eva’s and Nate’s weigh atop him, Thor felt all of them as they panted and recovered. He did feel a small sting of guilt and purposefully rubbed his thumb and two fingers together until the tips were chilled, the power of a hailstorm literally on his fingertips. Thor carefully slipped his hand between he and Eva, then found one of her abused nipples. “They looked glorious,” he offered as consolation and attempted to soothe the pain away.

Invited to the pile, Nathaniel didn’t fight the Allfather’s grasp. He submitted, but after only a moment of recovery, the undead god had begun to aimlessly kiss at Eva’s back, near her powerful neck. Telepathically, each time his lips touched her skin, he replayed a favorite moment of this latest encounter for her. Until he placed his forehead between her shoulder blades and just freely admitted he was sorry he’d ever doubted her early advances for this arrangement. “To be clear, Eva pays me to put up with you.” Nathaniel said the words directed at Thor into his wife’s back. He kissed her sweet, still tinglingly skin again, and didn’t stop when he felt Thor’s laugh from underneath.

A viper laying in wait.

Nathaniel lounged, back rested against one of Eva’s extravagantly overstuffed couches, which adorned her private study. With the door open and the room not far from the throne room, Nathaniel waited impatiently with one long leg folded over the other and his dark robes bounced a moment after his elevated foot did. Music from the throne room floated into the space and Nate withheld his critiques. Luckily for this group of live performers, Eva appeared.

Nathaniel stood quickly, a viper laying in wait - except she’d been fully aware of his presence. He had words, important words to tell her. Nate’s brow furrowed with intent because his wife needed to hear these things as quickly as possible, but she glowed and her aura distracted his intentions. Instead of meeting her with barbed statements of possible calamity, his arms stretched out and he greeted her with a hug. Nathaniel embraced Eva and he allowed her warmth to enveloped him. “I love you,” Nathaniel opened the conversation as though he hadn’t just seen her at breakfast. Though, his conference with Heimdall had figuratively taken him across the realms.

The embrace loosened and Nathaniel pulled back in order to look at Eva’s inquisitive face. “Heimdall confirmed my worst fears. His Grandmother wants to stay in Helheim.” Nathaniel’s eyes widened for a moment - his attempt at humor a poor deflection for his actual news. “Heimdall was unable to locate Jormungard.” Nate reported. “But several of the realms have reported sightings of the massive serpent. If my visions are to be taken seriously…” He paused because it was hardly a question in his mind. “It’s only a matter of time before the beast begins to… become a problem.” Nate had detailed his divination to Eva immediately after he’d experienced the visions. Jormungard’s rampage, nature’s attempt to balance an imbalanced equation after an altered Ragnarok, and Thor’s victory but apparent death from the serpent’s poison bite. “For what it’s worth, I’d keep hoping I’m wrong. You know how difficult that is for me.” He said with his long arms still around Eva’s waist.

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Gael was having none of the males' shite, and went straight for her safe haven and sister-in-arms, Lorna Murphy. "It's after one, ye lazy crap sack," she greeted her brother for the day.

Morgan's eyes adjusted to the light, probably only slightly better than Lochlan's, who'd actually been asleep. He pushed his floppy hair back out of his face after his sigh of acceptance and took a spot on the floor between Lorna and Gael. His forearms rested on his knees and he leaned forward some as not to crowd the persnickety beauties behind him. "What'd Booger do now?" he asked, then turned his gaze from the carpet up to Kiernan, a slight twinkle in his eye.

Kiernan had fully entered the room, then.

To Lochlan: "Sit down."

To Ronan: "Ye're not hip."

To Kellan: "Ye're still watchin' it. Put yer phone away."

To Gael: "Nice shirt."

To Ronan, after crossing his arms: "So ye wanna be a Viking?"

Okay, Popeye.

“What do ye mean?” Conlan said. Exasperated by Ronan’s mad answer to his simple question. “Just because ye look good in a stockin’ cap and peacoat doesn’t mean yer a sailor… or a space viking?”

Ronan, not prepared for the role reversal of Conlan criticizing him, attempted to shoo Conlan like the annoying bug he was. “Ye asked. I answered.” He continued to stuff clothes into his mostly full duffel bag, until Conny’s dumb face was too much to ignore. “I spent a year on a transport ship going back and forth across the Mediterranean, alright?”

“Ye fuckin’ kiddin’, right?” Conlan said. Flabbergasted. “Okay, Popeye. Before ye pack all yer spinach.”

“Fuck ye, Conlan.” Ronan said.

“You volunteered for an Asgardian Viking spaceship, Captain Ahab.” Conlan said. His mind was entirely blown.

“Fuck ye, ya moby dick.” Ronan said.

“Okay, Horatio blow yer own horn. Ye paddled around the Mediterranean Sea for a semester and now ye need to what - be a whaler on the moon?” Conlan said - then pantomimed a harpoon throw.

Ronan finally stopped and looked at his younger brother fully. “What else am I doin’ here, Conny?” For months, Ronan had felt increasingly out of place in the Asgardian future of it all. “I tried. But I need to feel useful and if ye aren’t useful on a ship they at least do the merciful thing and toss ye overboard.”

“I turn my back for one minute… and you run off and join the navy.” Conlan faked a sniffle, though he wasn’t done with this conversation. Clearly, Kiernan needed to be looped in.

“Fuck ye, Conny.” Ronan smirked and shoved Conlan away, albeit playfully.

#conlanmurphy #gaelmurphy #ronanmurphy #kiernanmurphy #kellanmurphy #morganmurphy #lornamurphy #lochlanmurphy

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As she was assaulted, Zap bit into her lower lip to ride through the stings of Nate's slaps. She huffed a breath out through her nose at Nate's words, somehow in both defiance and agreement.

Before her, Thor's hands were working to recharge her battery as he tweaked and tugged on the jumper cables attached to her boobs. She'd simply smirked at him as she was spanked and groped, giving him some aggressive negotiations below the belt by clamping down harder.

Nate's hands fell on her shoulders, suddenly, and Eva leaned forward slightly to give him space to join in. And he did join in. She grimaced at first, pausing to allow him safe entry. Her claws dug into the blond's ribs as she steeled herself. Nate was hastier than usual, and she let that information slip to Thor via her facial expression, then relaxed back into position. For a second. Then the darker of the two pulled her backward while the lighter held firmly on her leash. "Ahh!" she objected verbally, but writhed on their nearly-conjoined dicks.

This was her Zen garden. "Good," she answered both of them at once, her eyes closed with concentration against the chaos. The queen panted, causing her bound chest to rise and fall rapidly before she shoved Thor's hand in her mouth to bite down on. She screamed around it, body quaking from her core-out. She pulled Nate's hand around to fondle her clit and then bit harder on the fingers in her mouth. She hissed and her head fell back. Lightning, not just static, flashed through the room, bouncing from metal object to metal object and winding back up fizzling out into sparks amongst her very unruly black hair.

She spit Thor's hand out, grabbed a handful of his beard, and a handful of Nate's hair with the other hand, and tugged just enough to move their heads a bit closer to her. Just to remind them she was still in control. Her arm moved forward enough for Nate's face to be drawn to her own, and she kissed him softly for a long moment before she turned her head and began her ride to finish them, hips rolling to provide as much stimulation in front and behind as she could give. "Fill me up..." she requested of her half-spent spouses, voice still strained. "I want all of it..." This was said as more of a sing-song dare. Finally, she arched her back again and drew Helheim's king close enough for her to kiss his big dumb lips, urging him to part them so her tongue could play with his.

Once she pulled back, she began drilling the two men with the intent to finish, bouncing hastily. With the hand that had held his beard, she yanked the clamps off of her as she made eye contact with Thor and she threw them across the room. She smirked and her eyes flashed with lightning as a warning for him to keep his hand at the level of his eye for a day or so.

A viper laying in wait.

Nathaniel lounged, back rested against one of Eva’s extravagantly overstuffed couches, which adorned her private study. With the door open and the room not far from the throne room, Nathaniel waited impatiently with one long leg folded over the other and his dark robes bounced a moment after his elevated foot did. Music from the throne room floated into the space and Nate withheld his critiques. Luckily for this group of live performers, Eva appeared.

Nathaniel stood quickly, a viper laying in wait - except she’d been fully aware of his presence. He had words, important words to tell her. Nate’s brow furrowed with intent because his wife needed to hear these things as quickly as possible, but she glowed and her aura distracted his intentions. Instead of meeting her with barbed statements of possible calamity, his arms stretched out and he greeted her with a hug. Nathaniel embraced Eva and he allowed her warmth to enveloped him. “I love you,” Nathaniel opened the conversation as though he hadn’t just seen her at breakfast. Though, his conference with Heimdall had figuratively taken him across the realms.

The embrace loosened and Nathaniel pulled back in order to look at Eva’s inquisitive face. “Heimdall confirmed my worst fears. His Grandmother wants to stay in Helheim.” Nathaniel’s eyes widened for a moment - his attempt at humor a poor deflection for his actual news. “Heimdall was unable to locate Jormungard.” Nate reported. “But several of the realms have reported sightings of the massive serpent. If my visions are to be taken seriously…” He paused because it was hardly a question in his mind. “It’s only a matter of time before the beast begins to… become a problem.” Nate had detailed his divination to Eva immediately after he’d experienced the visions. Jormungard’s rampage, nature’s attempt to balance an imbalanced equation after an altered Ragnarok, and Thor’s victory but apparent death from the serpent’s poison bite. “For what it’s worth, I’d keep hoping I’m wrong. You know how difficult that is for me.” He said with his long arms still around Eva’s waist.

#evasilvercloud #nathanielzale #thorodinson

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“No. Ye're gonna knock my ass out later the ol’ fashioned way,” Ronan promised Gael after their final kiss. 'With that pussy magic she wielded so well', was implied by a Murphy standard wink through cigarette smoke. Oh, he was smoking again, the Irishman had retrieved the still smoldering stick unconsciously. Kiernan’s effect on him.

He filed out of the bedroom behind Gael and passed Kiernan just generally ignoring his older brother’s vibe. Not a birb. Not nine out of ten. Ronan did however ruffle Kellan’s hair when the two met in the hallway. “It’s where the Tik Tok of Gene Kelly dancin’ with the cartoon mouse came from,” Ronan explained in a language Kellan could understand.

Lorna sighed as the Murphys filed in. How had Kiernan roped her into this? She was already reading in the family’s common room, alone. When Morgan appeared from his cupboard she made sure the spot on the couch beside her was free. For Gael. She waved the smallest Murphy toward her with the magazine she had been enjoying.

Conlan perched on the end of the sofa and tried to keep a low profile. Can’t have the group turn against him, he had said the words that ruffled Kiernan’s feathers.

Lochlan stumbled in. “Bit early?” He wiped the sleep from his eyes and noticed the clock on the wall said 1:13pm.

Okay, Popeye.

“What do ye mean?” Conlan said. Exasperated by Ronan’s mad answer to his simple question. “Just because ye look good in a stockin’ cap and peacoat doesn’t mean yer a sailor… or a space viking?”

Ronan, not prepared for the role reversal of Conlan criticizing him, attempted to shoo Conlan like the annoying bug he was. “Ye asked. I answered.” He continued to stuff clothes into his mostly full duffel bag, until Conny’s dumb face was too much to ignore. “I spent a year on a transport ship going back and forth across the Mediterranean, alright?”

“Ye fuckin’ kiddin’, right?” Conlan said. Flabbergasted. “Okay, Popeye. Before ye pack all yer spinach.”

“Fuck ye, Conlan.” Ronan said.

“You volunteered for an Asgardian Viking spaceship, Captain Ahab.” Conlan said. His mind was entirely blown.

“Fuck ye, ya moby dick.” Ronan said.

“Okay, Horatio blow yer own horn. Ye paddled around the Mediterranean Sea for a semester and now ye need to what - be a whaler on the moon?” Conlan said - then pantomimed a harpoon throw.

Ronan finally stopped and looked at his younger brother fully. “What else am I doin’ here, Conny?” For months, Ronan had felt increasingly out of place in the Asgardian future of it all. “I tried. But I need to feel useful and if ye aren’t useful on a ship they at least do the merciful thing and toss ye overboard.”

“I turn my back for one minute… and you run off and join the navy.” Conlan faked a sniffle, though he wasn’t done with this conversation. Clearly, Kiernan needed to be looped in.

“Fuck ye, Conny.” Ronan smirked and shoved Conlan away, albeit playfully.

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The wise and good King Thor grinned like a pussy-sucking fuck toy and he would not have changed a thing. Eva had stood and Thor had stolen a quick snuggle as his queen asserted dominance. She had commanded him to lay down and as a great leader, the Allfather knew when to listen. His cock had dipped, temporarily satisfied, but once his ass had hit the warm chaise his body yearned for more of his breathtaking wife. He didn’t have to wait long, her narrow fingers wrapped around his shaft and she bent low to kiss him. Thor exchanged a few knowing glances with Nate, whose lean, lanky body contrasted wonderfully in both shape and color pressed against Eva’s. Thor’s large, dumb paw batted toward the pair and he seized Nate’s cock by the shaft. He manipulated the other man’s member against Eva’s ample ass and released it so that it would slide down between her cheeks.

Suddenly, he was being straddled and the King briefly enjoyed the passive role. Eva’s entire body moved atop him and he was amazed how she danced herself from his tip to his base. She bounced and Thor groaned, eyes fixated on Eva’s breasts, the gold chain and clamps happily bobbing along for the ride. His hands reached forward and one simply grabbed as much of Eva’s boob as he could and he squeezed just as hard as he dared. His right hand found one of the clamps and he released the pressure ever so lightly. He knew that the moment of relief would be powerful, but he didn’t allow it to last long. He re-secured the toy and did the same to the other side. But only feigning an end, he took control of the chain and gave Eva’s chest a playful tug. Right about when her movements slowed, her pussy became somehow tighter, and he felt a wild Nathaniel appear. “I love you.” Thor told his wife in a moan that told her he was already so close again.

Nathaniel couldn’t help but feel as though they’d gotten away with something. Eva’s expression and tone when she told Thor to lie on the lounger confirmed it. He and the Allfather had pleasantly surprised the goddess queen and Nate reveled in the sensation. They stole a moment while Thor repositioned and Nate caressed her. But soon she was back at work and he watched, selfishly, as she mounted Thor. Honestly, he could have sat and watched for a while, the voyeur knew, but he was yet to be completely satisfied. His hand cut through the air and spanked Eva’s bottom, then he caught a squeeze on the rebound of her ample jiggle. “Yeah, fuck that big-dicked motherfucker. You need all that cock…” He spanked her again, then again as her ass came back on Thor’s sack. Her cheeks quickly turned red and he felt the heat radiate from her skin.

Nathaniel found himself completely re-aroused by Eva’s sexy gallop and his repeated smacks to her bouncy ass. He threw his leg over the chaise and Thor’s legs, then moved forward toward Eva. His hard cock flung mindless off of Eva’s bucking back and he had to position it directly behind her. Still wet from her juicy pussy, Nate pushed forward until he felt his target and had to steady his cock just to slip the tip in. He groaned and then moaned, unable to stop his greedy hips from advancing. She was impossibly full but he only stopped when he felt Thor’s body against his own. With his hands on Eva’s shoulders, his fingers entangled with her long hair and he pulled her back toward him. Thor’s grasp on the golden chain directly counteracted with this and the two men shared another glance to almost say, 'hey… look at us'. “I love you too, Eva. I love you so much that I like watching you fuck Thor.”

A viper laying in wait.

Nathaniel lounged, back rested against one of Eva’s extravagantly overstuffed couches, which adorned her private study. With the door open and the room not far from the throne room, Nathaniel waited impatiently with one long leg folded over the other and his dark robes bounced a moment after his elevated foot did. Music from the throne room floated into the space and Nate withheld his critiques. Luckily for this group of live performers, Eva appeared.

Nathaniel stood quickly, a viper laying in wait - except she’d been fully aware of his presence. He had words, important words to tell her. Nate’s brow furrowed with intent because his wife needed to hear these things as quickly as possible, but she glowed and her aura distracted his intentions. Instead of meeting her with barbed statements of possible calamity, his arms stretched out and he greeted her with a hug. Nathaniel embraced Eva and he allowed her warmth to enveloped him. “I love you,” Nathaniel opened the conversation as though he hadn’t just seen her at breakfast. Though, his conference with Heimdall had figuratively taken him across the realms.

The embrace loosened and Nathaniel pulled back in order to look at Eva’s inquisitive face. “Heimdall confirmed my worst fears. His Grandmother wants to stay in Helheim.” Nathaniel’s eyes widened for a moment - his attempt at humor a poor deflection for his actual news. “Heimdall was unable to locate Jormungard.” Nate reported. “But several of the realms have reported sightings of the massive serpent. If my visions are to be taken seriously…” He paused because it was hardly a question in his mind. “It’s only a matter of time before the beast begins to… become a problem.” Nate had detailed his divination to Eva immediately after he’d experienced the visions. Jormungard’s rampage, nature’s attempt to balance an imbalanced equation after an altered Ragnarok, and Thor’s victory but apparent death from the serpent’s poison bite. “For what it’s worth, I’d keep hoping I’m wrong. You know how difficult that is for me.” He said with his long arms still around Eva’s waist.

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Fuckin' Conlan; agreed. Her hips tilted forward for prolonged contact as she was lowered, the sinking feeling of her spirit reflected in the elevation of her body. Ronan's voice had done a roller coaster through his frustration, shifting from his semi-baritone baseline lilt. He only ever rose and fell that way when he was backed into a corner. Luckily, she felt their united front made this situation less dire.

Her eyes remained on Mars, and she smirked before he kissed her, "I'm already gone." Her arms returned around his neck for a good squeeze, and the collegiate's chin rested on his shoulder. "I can always knock ye on yer arse and tell 'em ye're nappin'." She then blew a raspberry on his neck and steeled herself for what was going to be one of the first times she didn't have to put on an act while leaving a room with Ronan Murphy. Usually, they feigned bickering about something mundane. Her narrow fingers squeezed her cousin through his jeans unceremoniously and she turned on her heel and opened the door.

Kiernan was still lingering. And perhaps he'd instructed Conlan to plant his robit outside Ronan's window in case their brother decided to rabbit. Despite his codename being Mars, the second eldest hated conflict of this nature. But there didn't need to be a fight... "Gybse," he greeted Gael with the Queen's English, "Annnd Anchors Away ensemble member number four." This was directed at Ronan.

"What the hell is Anchors Away?" Kellan interjected as he passed by after being summoned, eyes securely focused on his phone. He was then swatted in the back of the head.

"Now ye have to watch it later. Ye know better than ta ask," his father replied, then pointed toward the common room.

Okay, Popeye.

“What do ye mean?” Conlan said. Exasperated by Ronan’s mad answer to his simple question. “Just because ye look good in a stockin’ cap and peacoat doesn’t mean yer a sailor… or a space viking?”

Ronan, not prepared for the role reversal of Conlan criticizing him, attempted to shoo Conlan like the annoying bug he was. “Ye asked. I answered.” He continued to stuff clothes into his mostly full duffel bag, until Conny’s dumb face was too much to ignore. “I spent a year on a transport ship going back and forth across the Mediterranean, alright?”

“Ye fuckin’ kiddin’, right?” Conlan said. Flabbergasted. “Okay, Popeye. Before ye pack all yer spinach.”

“Fuck ye, Conlan.” Ronan said.

“You volunteered for an Asgardian Viking spaceship, Captain Ahab.” Conlan said. His mind was entirely blown.

“Fuck ye, ya moby dick.” Ronan said.

“Okay, Horatio blow yer own horn. Ye paddled around the Mediterranean Sea for a semester and now ye need to what - be a whaler on the moon?” Conlan said - then pantomimed a harpoon throw.

Ronan finally stopped and looked at his younger brother fully. “What else am I doin’ here, Conny?” For months, Ronan had felt increasingly out of place in the Asgardian future of it all. “I tried. But I need to feel useful and if ye aren’t useful on a ship they at least do the merciful thing and toss ye overboard.”

“I turn my back for one minute… and you run off and join the navy.” Conlan faked a sniffle, though he wasn’t done with this conversation. Clearly, Kiernan needed to be looped in.

“Fuck ye, Conny.” Ronan smirked and shoved Conlan away, albeit playfully.

#gaelmurphy #ronanmurphy #kiernanmurphy #kellanmurphy

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Ronan cursed over Gael’s head and toward the heavens. “Fer Christ’s sake.” His voice had pitched up an octave, a sign of his profound annoyance. “Wrong kind of poundin’.” Ronan’s head turned to the side and processed the loss, unable to look at Gael for fear he’d ignore Kiernan’s demand but he was clearly not ready to let her go.

Gael still fully attached to him, Ronan stepped back from the door and slowly started to lower her from his hands. Her body passed over his fully erect jeanis, which served as a very brief reminder of what Kiernan had denied them. “Fuckin’ Conlan.”

Ronan’s eyes found Gael’s and he signaled a refusal to surrender. “We tell them we’re goin’.” His typical Murphy Dubliner accent was instead garbled into something resembling Scottish, just for that moment. “Look at me,” Ronan instructed even though Gael had yet to look away. “We tell ’em we’re goin’.” He sounded more celebratory the second time and closed the distance between them to kiss her soft lips again, and finished with the slightest of bites.

Okay, Popeye.

“What do ye mean?” Conlan said. Exasperated by Ronan’s mad answer to his simple question. “Just because ye look good in a stockin’ cap and peacoat doesn’t mean yer a sailor… or a space viking?”

Ronan, not prepared for the role reversal of Conlan criticizing him, attempted to shoo Conlan like the annoying bug he was. “Ye asked. I answered.” He continued to stuff clothes into his mostly full duffel bag, until Conny’s dumb face was too much to ignore. “I spent a year on a transport ship going back and forth across the Mediterranean, alright?”

“Ye fuckin’ kiddin’, right?” Conlan said. Flabbergasted. “Okay, Popeye. Before ye pack all yer spinach.”

“Fuck ye, Conlan.” Ronan said.

“You volunteered for an Asgardian Viking spaceship, Captain Ahab.” Conlan said. His mind was entirely blown.

“Fuck ye, ya moby dick.” Ronan said.

“Okay, Horatio blow yer own horn. Ye paddled around the Mediterranean Sea for a semester and now ye need to what - be a whaler on the moon?” Conlan said - then pantomimed a harpoon throw.

Ronan finally stopped and looked at his younger brother fully. “What else am I doin’ here, Conny?” For months, Ronan had felt increasingly out of place in the Asgardian future of it all. “I tried. But I need to feel useful and if ye aren’t useful on a ship they at least do the merciful thing and toss ye overboard.”

“I turn my back for one minute… and you run off and join the navy.” Conlan faked a sniffle, though he wasn’t done with this conversation. Clearly, Kiernan needed to be looped in.

“Fuck ye, Conny.” Ronan smirked and shoved Conlan away, albeit playfully.

#ronanmurphy #gaelmurphy

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Oh good, he was doing it, yes thank you, please, yes deeper, yep yep yep, like that, ooooooh... yes, daddy... Her stream of consciousness ran rampant with happy little phrases of encouragement that she hoped were conveyed by her clenching toes, rolling hips, and the few fingers she was trying to control as she worked on Thor but just couldn't. #ElectrokineProblems. Still, she managed to pull on Nate's ear with her nimble toes before continuing to tug his hair.

Pop! "Hah! No." But yes. Her nipples were hard and dark pink under the stress of the clamps, and Thor's pull on the reins caused her jaw to open to capacity, allowing his escape. Zap took a second to steal a glance at Nate before Thor's hand guided her to mouth elsewhere. Three of her mouths were on his sack and under shaft for a few brief moments. Two magic, one real. Then, when she came up for air, a guttural growl of approval escaped her lips from deep in her chest. She was looking at his kingly cock ensnared in the chain that was tethering her boobs. Wrapped once and sparkling gold, it was impressive and amusing, but she didn't have much time to dwell.

Thor held her face with affection, and their eye contact spoke volumes. She was so smitten and pleased that her butt wiggled as Nate began his long pushes into her. "Yes," her head fell back in Thor's hands in a moment of weakness and her mouth kept talking, despite the scratch in her voice: "You big-dicked motherfuckers, yes, fuck me, with those good cocks. Deeper, ye-" she was beginning to instruct Nate, but instead her mouth eagerly accepted Thor's head. The queen gurgled around it with pain and pleasure as his shaft reentered. His hips thrust forward and took her nipples along for the ride. Telepathically, through their magical connection, she exclaimed to both husbands: I love you so muuuuch... you stupid genius idiot pussy-sucking fuck toys...

As her boobs were yanked, all three holes filled and her hands clawed at Thor's ribs and shoulders, the goddess came. Their cocks twitched almost in unison and she savored the sensation of their big, dumb bodies tensing as she was filled out. <i>Cock...</i> This was unintentionally conveyed as well. The room had filled with a low rumble, vibrating through all three of their chests, and the static and indigo light from Zap's body cut through the darkness that had been summoned by Nate's inability to focus when he came. Some things never changed. And she wouldn't have wanted them to.

Positions though were interchangeable. Carefully she withdrew Thor's spent-but-hard dick from her mouth, for her own safety, then gave it a swat out of sheer manic affection. She looked him dead in the eye after he spoke and said, "Lie down." It was not a request. Using Nate for leverage, she grasped the dark-haired mage's shoulder with one hand and untwisted Thor from her chain. She rose with energy that surprised herself, her abdomen usually wasted into weakness after two orgasms. Her butt scooted back, which drew Nate out of her, and a whimper of protest escaped her lips, but she proceeded. Once she'd removed Nate's bookmark from her ass, she rose up and held him around the ribs while her head buried itself under his chin. She kissed his beloved Adam's apple as she began controlled breathing, and her hands lazily moved down so her fingernails could rake gently over his ass. As she began to turn to make sure Thor had done as instructed, her hand petted the side of Nate's face with little precision. She just liked it.

She also liked that Thor had obeyed and was lounging with his feet on either side of the chaise, planted against the floor. He was fully erect again, mostly, but she leaned forward after turning from Nathaniel and began to stroke him softly. Until then, her interactions with his member had been fairly aggressive... "I love you too," she said before clearing her throat and grinning happily at the Allfather. Her free hand was behind her stroking Nate's thigh to extend her words to him. Another attempt to clear her throat could be heard before her next statement. "I'm sorry about what I said when I was hungry..." Evangeline quoted the meme sheepishly, but they all knew she wasn't sorry.

Before she fully rose to move on to Thor, she kissed the tip of him. Playful swat. Then she crawled forward and up and straddled the chaise as well, facing the Asgardian king. Clenched and using her well-curated thighs, she eased down around him, chest out and butt back. She arched with pleasure before refocusing on their eye contact. Then she began to work him.

A viper laying in wait.

Nathaniel lounged, back rested against one of Eva’s extravagantly overstuffed couches, which adorned her private study. With the door open and the room not far from the throne room, Nathaniel waited impatiently with one long leg folded over the other and his dark robes bounced a moment after his elevated foot did. Music from the throne room floated into the space and Nate withheld his critiques. Luckily for this group of live performers, Eva appeared.

Nathaniel stood quickly, a viper laying in wait - except she’d been fully aware of his presence. He had words, important words to tell her. Nate’s brow furrowed with intent because his wife needed to hear these things as quickly as possible, but she glowed and her aura distracted his intentions. Instead of meeting her with barbed statements of possible calamity, his arms stretched out and he greeted her with a hug. Nathaniel embraced Eva and he allowed her warmth to enveloped him. “I love you,” Nathaniel opened the conversation as though he hadn’t just seen her at breakfast. Though, his conference with Heimdall had figuratively taken him across the realms.

The embrace loosened and Nathaniel pulled back in order to look at Eva’s inquisitive face. “Heimdall confirmed my worst fears. His Grandmother wants to stay in Helheim.” Nathaniel’s eyes widened for a moment - his attempt at humor a poor deflection for his actual news. “Heimdall was unable to locate Jormungard.” Nate reported. “But several of the realms have reported sightings of the massive serpent. If my visions are to be taken seriously…” He paused because it was hardly a question in his mind. “It’s only a matter of time before the beast begins to… become a problem.” Nate had detailed his divination to Eva immediately after he’d experienced the visions. Jormungard’s rampage, nature’s attempt to balance an imbalanced equation after an altered Ragnarok, and Thor’s victory but apparent death from the serpent’s poison bite. “For what it’s worth, I’d keep hoping I’m wrong. You know how difficult that is for me.” He said with his long arms still around Eva’s waist.

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Despite Eva’s numerous head blows, Nathaniel found the sweetest of Eva’s sweet spots between her legs. His tongue artfully and mercilessly worked its way up and down her now over-stimulated pussy, his arms wrapped around her thighs to keep her ass mostly on the lounger. When he felt her body shudder he peered over her bite-worthy mound and watched her face tense with pleasure then bury itself into Thor’s cock for shelter. He marveled at the nipple clamps, surprised and oddly proud of Thor for attempting something both men had mentioned but never actually committed to.

Nathaniel felt Eva’s body relax momentarily and knew from experience that this was his moment to strike. He brought he knees under him and his body up, Eva’s legs still hooked on his shoulders came along for the ride. Nate grabbed the solid (and aching) shaft of his cock and rubbed his tip against her lips. Up and down, he transferred her juice onto him and vice versa. He finally allowed the full length and underside of his cock to press into her and slid atop her. He reached beneath himself and manipulated the toy still inside her, finally allowing his cock to push into her while he also returned the toy. Nathaniel slowly buried himself into his wife and leaned forward to gain as much leverage as possible. He abandoned the vibrating dildo again, full inserted, in favor of placing his hand on Eva’s hips and ass to anchor himself to her. He quickly found a rhythm with Eva’s movements and fed the queen his cock in long, deep strokes that hopefully made her feel as though her husbands’ cocks could brush against each other. Though, he already felt his constitution failing, the sensation of his entire length inside of Eva’s magical body made the fellow god weak-kneed and so close to absolute pleasure he couldn’t help but moan gleefully while he thrusted.

Thor had spared the rod so far, meaning both with the chain connected to Eva’s nipples and his ample rod she’d been so kind to attempt to swallow. Her tongue’s acrobatics, greedy teeth, and jolt of lightning had given the Allfather so much happiness. He loved to watch Eva express her most primal and passionate physicality on his (and even Nathaniel’s) body. But when the Lord of Helheim had given Eva exactly what she wanted, his long cock in her inviting pussy, Thor knew it was his turn to playfully frustrate his wife. He tugged against the chain, which caused a gasp and had broken her airtight suction around him. He grabbed himself at the base and pulled his cock from her mouth. Thor positioned his body so that her lips landed right where his cock met his balls and encouraged her to lick, suck, or bite him accordingly. He used his hand to rub the rest of his cock against her face and batted playfully at her breasts. Then the Thunder God took the slack from the chain he’d held and wrapped the metal around the thickest part of his dick. He held Eva’s head gently in his hands, and even caressed her momentarily. Thor pressed himself into her mouth and when he reached far enough in, it caused tension on the chain to build. Thor matched Nathaniel’s pace and felt Eva’s chest move with his thrusts. Without language or coordination, Eva’s husbands increased their speed and intensity. Thor watched Eva’s lovely face as he felt his body tighten, then release - a climax made only more enjoyable by the shared nature of it. Not only had he felt Eva’s body quake, without even a glance, he’d known that Nate had climbed a similar mountain and was also climaxing.

He breathed deeply and slowed his momentum, but didn’t immediately disengage with Eva. Thor needed to live in this moment with his queen and his intimate brother. “I love you.” He told Eva, but certainly didn’t exclude Nate.

Nathaniel gasped and came with so much intensity inside Eva his entire body curled forward. The trio had seemingly done it together, at least he thought Eva might have. Secretly, he hoped she had. Like Thor, Nathaniel was reluctant to retreat, his body humming with positivity and honestly, excitement. He even gave another few pushes with his hips, curiously insatiable…

A viper laying in wait.

Nathaniel lounged, back rested against one of Eva’s extravagantly overstuffed couches, which adorned her private study. With the door open and the room not far from the throne room, Nathaniel waited impatiently with one long leg folded over the other and his dark robes bounced a moment after his elevated foot did. Music from the throne room floated into the space and Nate withheld his critiques. Luckily for this group of live performers, Eva appeared.

Nathaniel stood quickly, a viper laying in wait - except she’d been fully aware of his presence. He had words, important words to tell her. Nate’s brow furrowed with intent because his wife needed to hear these things as quickly as possible, but she glowed and her aura distracted his intentions. Instead of meeting her with barbed statements of possible calamity, his arms stretched out and he greeted her with a hug. Nathaniel embraced Eva and he allowed her warmth to enveloped him. “I love you,” Nathaniel opened the conversation as though he hadn’t just seen her at breakfast. Though, his conference with Heimdall had figuratively taken him across the realms.

The embrace loosened and Nathaniel pulled back in order to look at Eva’s inquisitive face. “Heimdall confirmed my worst fears. His Grandmother wants to stay in Helheim.” Nathaniel’s eyes widened for a moment - his attempt at humor a poor deflection for his actual news. “Heimdall was unable to locate Jormungard.” Nate reported. “But several of the realms have reported sightings of the massive serpent. If my visions are to be taken seriously…” He paused because it was hardly a question in his mind. “It’s only a matter of time before the beast begins to… become a problem.” Nate had detailed his divination to Eva immediately after he’d experienced the visions. Jormungard’s rampage, nature’s attempt to balance an imbalanced equation after an altered Ragnarok, and Thor’s victory but apparent death from the serpent’s poison bite. “For what it’s worth, I’d keep hoping I’m wrong. You know how difficult that is for me.” He said with his long arms still around Eva’s waist.