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Max’ Journey - Nordic

When Max appeared in his new surroundings, he didn't have much time to react to the change of scenery. The first thing he felt was a significant drop in temperature that made Max, who was completely naked again, shiver. He was surrounded by grassy hills, some rocks and birch trees, and more importantly, a bunch of people who were shouting at him in a language he did not understand. He tried to speak back, but they only shouted louder. They were pointing at him with their swords, but he couldn't make any sense of what they were saying.

Then suddenly, one of the men pointed at Max with his sword and yelled something. Immediately, four burly armed men stepped forward and grabbed him. Max' newfound love for freedom as well as his cave man reflexes kicked in, and he struggled, but to no avail. He was held firmly by the arms and dragged into a nearby village by the coast, consisting mainly of wooden huts. Max tried to talk to them, tried all the languages he knew, but nobody understood him. There was a huge commotion between the Nordic looking people and the guy who saw him first was gesturing wildly.

They argued for a while, and Max could take in a bit more of his surroundings. The people here looked quite different than the ones in Rome. They had longer hair and lighter skin, and even though some of them wore leather armor, most were wearing clothes made of rough linen, fur and skins. It looked a lot like the portal had brought him into a Viking society. And although Max didn't understand their language, it was not hard for Max to guess that him appearing out of thin air might be troubling for those people. He just hoped that they did not decide to burn him at the stake for witchcraft or something like that.

It turns out that this wasn't their idea - but the alternative wasn't much better. After several minutes of discussion, he was dragged to a wooden block with some old bloodstains and cuts. Apparently, they were planning on beheading Max!

"Noooo! Please, don't kill me! I'm not a bad person! Just let me go!" cried Max desperately, but still nobody understood his language. Did he really barely escape the slave uprising in ancient Rome, just to die shortly after in the Viking age? He was about to start crying, when the crowd parted and a heavily tattooed old man wearing fur clothing appeared. He approached Max carefully and inspected him thoroughly before turning around and speaking a few sentences to the crowd. He then turned to Max again and reached into a pocket.

He produced a small clay vial and held it in his right hand. Then, with the other hand, he took a sword of one of the armed men and offered Max both hands.

It was clear to him that the old man, who appeared to be some kind of leader or shaman, offered him to choose. Max was fairly certain what the sword stood for, but the vial puzzled him. Was it poison? Was the old man offering him to kill himself instead of doing it for him? Or was it something else? Max needed to make a decision now.

Regardless of whether the vial contained poison, there was a chance to survive the contents, which was more than Max could say for the sword. So with the same rush of bravery, he felt when he joined the slave uprising, he took the vial and downed its contents in one go.

The liquid burned through his throat and into his stomach like fire. It felt like someone lit his insides on fire from the inside out and he screamed in agony. His eyes rolled up into his head and everything went black.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized that he had been thrown onto a pile of hay and straw and covered by furs. His insides still felt very warm, and his head was swimming, but it was just ember inside him now, not a burning pyre. Max groaned and looked around. He was inside one of the small wooden huts, and, apparently, he was still alive. Max groaned and tried, unsuccessful, to get up. However, the rustling of straw alerted another person who was inside the hut. It was a tall and burly Viking man with light brown hair, a short beard and blue linen clothes. He immediately got up and handed Max a wooden cup full of water, who took it gladly. The water was refreshing, and Max only now realized how thirsty he was. He gulped down the liquid quickly, and also the second and third cup the man brought him.

After drinking, Max finally had enough strength to sit upright. He looked at the man who had helped him: "Thank you... Who are you?"

The Viking man smiled at him kindly and said: "My name is Thjodolf." It took Max a few moments to realize that he could understand the other man. Instinctively, he had spoken in another language himself, probably some kind of Scandinavian dialect. He couldn't really say that he spoke the language in a sense that he would be able to translate anything to it. Yet, actually speaking it somehow worked.

Thjodolf noticed Max confusion and smiled warmly. "You must have a lot of questions, I am sure. And I will try to answer them all tomorrow, but for now, you need to rest. The magic potion must still be coursing through you violently."

Max nodded gratefully and laid back down on the straw bedding. He closed his eyes for a moment to regain his energy and fell asleep almost instantly.

When Max woke up the next morning, he felt much better. The burning inside him had reduced to a warm feeling and he felt really energized. When he looked around, Thjodolf was nowhere to be seen. Max didn't mind a bit of privacy. Under the furs, he was still naked and this way, he could walk a few steps without exposing himself too much. He got up and looked down on himself. Apparently, his body was changing yet again: He could clearly see the faint outline of muscles all over his body. The body hair, which stuck since he was a cave man had shifted to a lighter shade, appearing almost blonde now. When he brought his hands to his face, he could feel his fingers go through rough stubble on his chin and his hair seemed to be a bit longer as well. His pubes also had lightened to a dirty blonde shade, but it wasn't just this new contrast that made his dick look bigger. No, his package definitely had grown as well. He gave his dick a playful tug, feeling it chub up somewhat. Before he could explore any further however, the door suddenly opened.

"Oh", Thjodolf exclaimed, with a hint of amusement. "Do you want me to leave you alone for a few minutes?"

Max blushed bright red and shook his head hurriedly. "No! Of course not!"

Thjodolf laughed and walked closer to Max. He was carrying a basket with fresh bread and chuckled softly, as Max quickly covered his groin with one of the furs. "I'm glad you are feeling better."

"Yeah," Max replied with an embarrassed smile. "Thanks."

Thjodolf placed the basket down on the table and sat down beside Max. "I thought you might like some breakfast. Or you can first ask your questions. Whatever you like."

Max nodded and looked into Thjodolf's eyes. They were blue and looked warm and friendly. "Breakfast sounds amazing", Max said and took one of the offered pieces of bread. For a while, they sat silently, while Max was eating. The bread tasted really good, and Max was starving.

After he was finished, Thjodolf handed him a rough green linen piece, apparently some pants. "If you want to cover yourself." He looked away modestly while Max slipped on the piece of clothing. It was a bit big and felt comfortable even though it was obviously very basic.

"Thank you," Max said. "So where do I start? What is going on here?"

Thjodolf smiled gently. "You tell me. From what the others told me, you appeared out of thin blue, and that completely naked."

Max nodded, and then paused. "That is correct."

Thjodolf waited for a moment, but when Max obviously didn't want to explain any further, he continued. "Styrkar and his men witnessed your appearance and brought you back here. They thought you were a demon from what I hear and wanted to, well, send you back to where you came from. The man who saved you is Gunnald, our shaman. He had a vision from the Gods, he said, and they spoke to him through the bright yellow mists that a naked man would appear and that he must be given the magic potion."

Max nodded. "I remember that."

Thjodolf grinned at him. "He also told us that you were sent by the gods to help us fight the 'evil ones' who have attacked this village twice before. That the magic potion would help you become a great warrior."

"The evil ones?" Max asked curiously.

Thjodolf shrugged. "I don't know where they are coming from exactly. They are raiders who come by horse. We could barely fend them off the last time they attacked."

"I see," Max said and thought about this for a moment. "So, if I am supposed to protect you, how do I do that?"

Thjodolf snorted in amusement. "Your body is changing from the magic potion, I can see that already. When you were brought here, you were much weaker, and also a bit smaller, I think. You will become a great warrior for sure until Gunnald returns."

Max frowned. He had really wanted to talk to that shaman. 'Bright yellow mists' sounded a lot like the swirling yellow energy portals that were throwing him around in time and space like a ping pong ball. Perhaps a conversation with that Gunnald would shed some light on this whole mystery. However, Thjodolf seemed to be more than eager to move on with their conversation, so Max decided to follow his lead and ask his next question.

"So, am I... your prisoner?"

Thjodolf looked surprised for a moment but then burst out laughing again. "No, no! You're free to go whenever you want! Of course, we would like you to stay and protect us, but you are free to do whatever you want."

"Well, thank you," Max said politely and looked at Thjodolf closely. "You seem to care about me a lot."

Thjodolf looked at him quizzically. "Of course! Who wouldn't want to help someone who has just appeared out of nowhere? Besides, you are quite handsome!"

Max blushed slightly but couldn't help smiling at Thjodolf's compliment. Apparently, the outburst was a bit embarrassing for Thjodolf, too, and he looked away.

"Thank you." said Max.

During the next days, Thjodolf cared for Max devotedly, although Max was feeling better quickly. His changes proceeded fast: He was quickly putting on muscles and gained a fair bit of height. His hair hat lightened to a bright blonde and his face quickly gained Nordic features.

With each passing hour, the cold bothered Max less and less, and each time he looked down on himself, more swirly tattoos formed on his skin. It wasn't long before he found himself looking like an ancient Viking warrior.

When he walked around the village, Max found himself accepted by the villagers quickly. Apparently, the story of him and the magic potion had spread through the village, and everyone was friendly to him. Even Styrkar apologized to him for wanting to kill him, which Max found a nice gesture.

After a few days, when he had dinner with Thjodolf, Max asked him: "Do you mind if I ask you something?"

Thjodolf raised one eyebrow curiously but nodded anyway. "Of course not."

"I noticed that the other villagers are kind of... avoiding you. I also did not see you the day I arrived here. What is it about you?"

Thjodolf chuckled softly before he looked a bit sad. "Well, let's say I'm different from the other men of the village."

Max looked at him curiously. "How so?"

Thjodolf sighed deeply. "I do not love women, but... other men."

Max stared at him blankly. That was all? Thjodolf was shunned because he was gay?

Thjodolf laughed nervously and shook his head. "Oh, don't worry about it. The other men don't hate me or anything. They just don't understand why I prefer other men instead of women."

Max smiled gently. "That must be difficult for you. Where I am from, this is considered pretty normal." Max thought for a moment. "In fact, I prefer the company of men as well, you know?"

Thjodolf blinked several times in surprise and looked at Max carefully. Then he grinned happily. "Really? I mean, I have never met anyone who preferred men before."

Max shrugged. "As I said. It's nothing special. In fact, I suspected something like that when you called me handsome the other day."

Thjodolf flushed red and looked away shyly. "I... I didn't meant..."

Max put his hand on Thjodolf's shoulder and gave him a warm smile. "It's alright. I am glad you find me attractive."

Thjodolf turned back to look at him again. "I... I do."

"Good," Max said and took Thjodolf into his arms. He felt the Vikings heart beat fast - or was it his own? Either way, he was happy to feel it beating strongly against his chest.

"You smell good," Thjodolf murmured after a while.

"Do I?" Max asked, surprised.

Thjodolf nodded eagerly, his eyes a deep sea of blue. "Yes! You smell like pine needles and sunshine."

Max smiled and rubbed his nose against Thjodolf's neck. He liked the scent of leather and sweaty skin. It smelled good, natural. He tenderly stroked the other man’s muscled arms. "I like your smell too."

Thjodolf leaned forward and pressed his lips against Max's. They were soft and gentle, but they still sent a shock through Max's body and made his knees weak. He returned the kiss with equal passion and pulled Thjodolf closer until their bodies touched. When they broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily.

"I want you," Thjodolf whispered in a husky voice.

Max nodded and pushed Thjodolf onto his bed. "Then take me."

Thjodolf moaned softly and crawled over Max's body. His kisses were slow and sensual, making Max shudder with excitement. Finally, Thjodolf lay down on top of him and kissed him deeply. Their tongues explored each other hungrily and their hands roamed everywhere.

Max gasped as he felt Thjodolf's hard cock pressing against his thigh. He reached out to touch it and was rewarded by a gasp from the Viking.

"I want you inside me," Thjodolf whispered between breaths.

Max nodded and rolled over, pulling Thjodolf along with him. He pinned the other man to the bed and started kissing his neck and shoulders. Thjodolf groaned loudly and spread his legs wider, exposing himself completely to Max.

"Please," Thjodolf begged. "I need you."

"I will give you what you need," Max promised, moving down Thjodolf’s body until he could reach his cock. It was already fully erect and throbbing in anticipation. Max wrapped his hand around Thjodolf's shaft and stroked him slowly. Thjodolf whimpered in pleasure.

"Oh gods," he moaned. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Me too," Max said and aligned his hard and throbbing cock with Thjodolf’s hole. He pushed inside slowly, letting his tip slide past the tight ring of muscles. Thjodolf let out a loud groan and grabbed Max's hips tightly.

"Fuck me!" Thjodolf pleaded.

Max thrust harder, pushing himself deeper inside Thjodolf’s ass. The Viking grunted in pain and bit his lip hard, but then relaxed and closed his eyes in blissful enjoyment.

"That feels amazing," Thjodolf whispered.

Max kept up his pace, slamming into Thjodolf with increasing force and speed. The Viking groaned again and dug his fingers into Max's hip bones. He tried to keep quiet, but his voice cracked in half as he screamed: "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Max obeyed at once and slammed into Thjodolf faster and faster. His balls slapped against Thjodolf's butt cheeks every time he bottomed out inside him. Thjodolf's moans grew louder and more desperate and soon he was crying out in ecstasy instead of pain.

Max growled low in his throat as he felt his orgasm building. He pounded Thjodolf even harder than before, driving his cock deep inside the Viking without mercy. Thjodolf cried out one last time and came violently, spilling his seed all over the sheets beneath them.

Max followed suit a moment later, emptying his own load deep inside Thjodolf.

Panting heavily, the two sweating men held each other tightly. They stayed that way for some time, until finally, they fell asleep together, exhausted by their lovemaking.

The next days were the best ones in Max' live. Even though being gay was not considered quite normal in the Viking village, Thjodolf and him faced no malice, and both men were in seventh heaven. For the first time in both of their lives, they explored hot and intense sex with each other. Both of them were eager to try new things and explore every inch of each other’s bodies. But they also resonated in mind and soul - they were in deep love.

Those happy days seemed like they could last forever, but one night, when Thjodolf and Max were in a tender embrace again, a loud horn disrupted the silence and ripped apart the lovers peace.

"The raiders.", Thjodolf whispered, his face ashen suddenly. They both stormed outside and saw, in the middle of the night, the torches of many riders approaching. They were a lot, a lot more than even all of the village men combined. Although Max body had transformed into a strong Viking warrior, he didn't see a way this could end well. Suddenly, he was experiencing the uprising once more. People dying left and right, screams and blood. Max exhaled. They had no chance, and he knew it. "No..." he whispered softly. "We can't fight them."

Max looked at Thjodolf helplessly. He couldn't bear seeing him die here, having just met him such a short time ago.

To make matters worse, in this very moment, a swirling vortex of yellow energy materialized right next to him, a silent invitation for Max and Max alone.

"No... not yet. I can't..." Max whispered and then shouted at the portal: "I can't leave like that! You cannot do that to me!"

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his muscular arm. Thjodolf smiled at him, sad but encouragingly. He spoke softly: "I don't understand what is going on here, but I do understand that you cannot escape fate. You need to follow through. Don't worry. We will survive, one way or the other. And some day, you will come back to me, and then you will return this to me."

With these words, he took off his necklace and handed it to Max, who could feel tears filling up his eyes. It was no use. If he didn't enter the portal, he would never be able to return to his own time, and he would not be able to save the villagers here either. "Thank you, Thjodolf. For everything."

Tears were running down Max cheek, as he finally jumped into the portal, leaving Thjodolf and his Viking village behind.

That was a long one. You can read how it all started here or just the previous episode here. The next episode can be found here.

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