“Fandral,” Thor placed his hand on his shoulder while drunkenly swinging his stein of mead. “How goes, my friend?”
“It goes well,” he grinned broadly. “Any prospects or conquests on your plate for tonight?” he took a glance at all of the ladies standing around the bonfire.
“I have not found the one I want,” he looked around as well.
“Don’t be too picky, I might just pluck them all up before you make up your mind.”
“Have fun!” he grinned.
“I shall!” he laughed before walking off toward the ladies.
Thor took a drink of his mead and threw his head back, looking up at the stars. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his hands off of Finna, and tonight would be no different. He had felt an attraction to her since the moment she joined Sif’s Shieldmaiden Regiment. They had grown close in friendship and she flirted with him relentlessly, but now he wanted more.
He wanted her.
He laughed at the thought. He wondered what the feisty ginger woman would think of the Prince of Asgard finally making his move?
The breeze coming off of the ocean called to him and pulled him toward the waves as he slowly came upon the shadowy figure on the beach. It seemed like a boulder that was moving, but sounded like girls as he stopped and eavesdropped on them.
“Ow!” one yelled.
“Finna, make a glowy light thingie!”
“Oh, right. There.”
“That looks horrible!
“Shhhhh!” multiple girls hissed.
“Stop pulling your foot away!”
“Would someone please hold her…”
“Ladies?” Thor staggered toward them.
Three young ladies looked up at him from standing around a blonde that was sitting in the sand. Finna held up her right hand, which was glowing white as blood dripped from her left hand. The two others were holding their friend’s leg and ankle.
“May I be of assistance?” he slurred.
“We’ve got it, now!” one hiccuped.
“Nina!” Finna scolded her. “Use your manners!”
“There’s no need,” Thor swayed drunkenly. “Intoxication negates the need for curtsey.”
“Well then, Prince Fancy Pants, could you please put those strong arms to work and carry Bryn to the water? She needs to rinse out her wound.”
“As you wish, Captain Finna,” he placed his stein onto the sand and whipped Bryn up into his arms.
Finna giggled as she stole Thor’s drink and headed to a rock to sit and watch him.
“Oh my stars, that’s Prince Thor!” Nina screamed into her ear.
“How very perceptive of you, darling,” she grinned.
“He really is everything my sister described,” she mumbled.
“He does have a reputation with the ladies,” Finna dropped her eyes away from him.
“So does Fandral,” she giggled as Finna smiled. They both quieted as Thor approached them and reached for his stein.
“Thank you for helping Bryn,” Finna pulled her hand away playfully.
“It was my pleasure,” he reached over her, pushing his hips between her legs as he looked down at her. He wrapped his fingers around the cup as his heart beat against his chest. “Captain Finna.”
“Prince Fancy Pants,” she grinned.
“Now that would be my brother,” he grinned. “Loki’s trousers are much fancier than mine.”
She giggled against him. “Fine then. Prince Muscles it is.”
“I like that better,” he tipped his head back as Bryn hopped over to them with the help of Gita.
“Would you like a bit of help in getting to your tent, my darlin’?” Finna slid off of the rock and wrapped her arms around her friend.
“Aye,” she sighed. “Stupid sharp shells,” she pouted.
“You poor thing,” Nina looked over at Thor. “Thank you for your assistance tonight, My Prince.”
“Would you care for an escort?” he couldn’t look away from Finna.
Bryn cocked her eyebrow before breaking into a wide grin. “Please.”
He chuckled before handing his stein off to Finna and whipping the girl up into his arms. He carried her in from the beach and through the festivities as Bryn led them to her tent. Walking in, he gently placed her onto a hammock and kissed her forehead. “There you go, sleep well.”
“She’ll have sweet dreams, I’m sure,” Gita giggled as she and Nina helped prepare their friend for bed.
Thor stepped out of the tent to find Finna swirling the empty stein around on her finger. He grabbed the mug and her hand and pulled her back to where the ale was being poured. Once his stein was filled, he again pulled her off to his tent.
“Thor,” she stopped at the entrance.
“I’m tired of the endless flirting, Finna,” he turned to her.
“I…” the air escaped her chest as he crushed his lips against hers and pulled her inside. They undressed one another, letting their clothes fall where they might before pulling closer.
She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to his bed and gently lay her down without removing his lips from hers.
She closed her eyes and pushed her head back; giving him welcomed access to her neck. Carefully, slowly, he kissed her neck, letting her scent and taste intoxicate him.
Her mind whirled as his scent filled her head. It was like a drug, overwhelming her senses and utterly addictive combined with the electricity bolting through her body.
He kissed her deeply as he slowly pushed his way inside her, realizing for the first time that she had remained a maiden until that very moment. “Finna,” he whispered as she hushed him with her mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she let out an excited sigh. She opened her eyes as he kissed her, smiling at the fact that she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.
The electricity spiked through her body, sending it alight with pulses that she had never felt before. Her body enjoyed the feelings of his against her and him buried inside her, a feeling she had been yearning to feel for over forty years.
Hours seemed like minutes as they worshiped one another, declaring their love and devotion repeatedly, their souls tangled into a web of unreserved bliss. He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him while sitting up and kissing her. As she struggled to catch her breath, he took the opportunity to taste the skin of her shoulder, dampened with sweat and saturated with heat.
“You taste so good,” he whispered happily.
“As do you,” she pulled his bottom lip into her mouth with a wicked grin. She then moved her hips against him until she threw her head back with a scream of pleasure.
He turned them to lay her again on the bed, pushing her into the soft mattress as she wrapped her legs around him once more. Raking her nails down his back, she brought her knees up and encouraged him to thrust deeper as he moaned.
He began to breathe harder as her third and final orgasm began to tighten around him. She threw her head back and gasped for air as her feet encouraged his thrusting by guiding him on the backs of his thighs.
He laced his fingers though those of her right hand as he kept his body hovered over hers with his right, his eyes intense, yet gentle as everything exploded.
She screamed out her release as his came in the form of a groan, their bodies damp and limp as they lay together on the bed.
“Please tell me why we didn’t do this sooner,” he kissed her fingers.
“You will be crowned King of Asgard shortly, and I am betrothed,” she let out a sad sigh.
“Tell me you wanted this as much as I,” he looked down into her eyes.
“More,” she smiled, but the sadness in her big, brown eyes was evident. “Nothing will ever come of it.”
“I will be King, I’ll… give you a title…”
“No one in Asgard will want to see a Van Witch on your arm, and you know it.”
“I don’t care!” he raised his voice as thunder began to roll all around them.
She placed her hand on his chest. “Calm your storm,” she kissed him. “We will return home to Asgard. You will begin preparations for your coronation. We must relax and just… see what the Ancients have in store for us.”
“Once you’re married…”
“As King, you have the power to deny all betrothals. It’s a stupid and archaic practice that should have been outlawed ages ago. If you really want me, you will find a way to make it so.”
He grinned before pushing his body into hers and taking her again.