Bifrost Ch. 03

Aztrit sighed with relief as she finished preparing. She wouldn't be able to heal for quite some time after this. She placed her hands on Dahlia's forehead and chest. "I'm so sorry Dahl." She felt heavily responsible for not being there to protect her sisters. No one was more capable to defend them than she was, and what had she been doing instead? She took a long intake of breath as the hall quieted to silence. She closed her fists above her and released slowly, letting the tension she had built wind down her fingers and into Dahlia's body. She tried to center her body as the force from her power winded her quickly. But she would not relent.

White light covered Dahlia as the table shook violently underneath them. Aztrit watched as the holes in her body crackled and meddled back together. The dried blood on her body liquified and slowly drifted back into the wounds it had come from. The bone in Dahlia's shoulder began extending and lifting out of the tattered flesh that was left of the missing limb. As each bone redeveloped, muscle wrapped itself around the calcium rebuilding, and Aztrit felt her body burning. It had started as gentle prickling, but she was out of breath, and her skin felt like it was being licked harshly by powerful flames.

She placed both hands on Dahlia's chest as she screamed in pain. She thought about the support her sister had tried to give her, and he smile Dahlia always wore when they saw each other. She was the only other supernatural being that had valued her for what she was. Not what she looked like, or she could do for them. Like her father valued her. Aztrit was nothing more than a machine of war to him, a contract killer that procured every warrior he decided he needed to protect himself from the reckoning he was due. But Dahlia knew who she was outside of her duties, like no one else did. She would continue until her sisters body was restored better than it was before, even if it killed her.

Loud claps of thunder surrounded the hall, as Odin appeared. He passed the frightened Valkyries that kneeled quickly as he passed. He headed straight to table to the end, noting how intently his daughter was focused on the injured Valkyrie she was rebuilding in front of her. Aztrit was covered with the eternal flame. It covered every limb, even her wings that forcefully extended from the pain she was enduring had flames coating each pitch black feather. But the flames left the wearer unscathed. She looked much more powerful then he had imagined she would. He stopped a table away and looked on, he wouldn't disturb her in her concentration. However he was unhappy she hadn't taken his requests seriously. He had asked her to not use her powers on her sisters, it would only prolong the deaths they were supposed to meet. There was always more Valkyrie to come, and none of them deserved to experience even a portion of his daughters power. If only she had been given a gift more suitable for her skills. Healing would be wasted on her. But he was glad she was exercising her manipulation of fire to build her technique, that was power he could value.

The light grew brighter around Dahlia, the flesh on her arm was beginning to slow its regeneration, and the holes in her body had long since filled. Aztrit could feel her father behind her, but nothing could take her from what she needed to do for her sister. She knew her father would tell her his disapproval as he had done so many times before when she healed those closest to her. She balled her hands again and retracted the tension in them as the force seeped back into her chest. She feel to her knees and coughed horrifically as blood seeped from the corners of her mouth. She bent over on the stone and gasped for breath. Craitol fell to her knees by her side as Aztit folded her wings back into her body.

She quieted her body as Craitol soothed her, the intense burning of the flames dripping around her faded, leaving Aztrit to gather her breaths. She looked up at Dahlia on the table as she began to wake. Aztrit stood and placed her palms on the wooden table allowing Dahlia to look up at her.

As Dahlia woke, she could feel Aztrit's energy burning inside her. She felt the arm that had one been ripped from her body and touched the torso that had once been riddled with cavities. Even the gentle scarring from past battles had disappeared. She sat up slowly and looked into her sister face, the blood at the corners of her mouth indicating that she had given everything she had to heal her. She took her pale hands and wiped her mouth, "Craitol, bring the tree mead." She said as Aztrit tried to replace the breath in her body. She smoothed her sisters hair out of her exasperated face, lifting the cup Craitol brought to her brown lips.

Aztrit let heavy tears fall as she gulped the smooth liquid. She felt the healing take place right away, knowing that her insides had begun to deteriorate from the power she was trying to grow accustomed to. She finished the drink and threw her arms around her sister. "I'm so sorry Dahlia. I should've been here. Nothing should have kept me away." Her sister rubbed her back as she cried. Not caring that her father might have been insulted with her words.

Odin was not offended by her words, but they did make him think. His daughter seemed different. More emotionally ridden, and she stunk of a smell he couldn't place. But it was frustratingly familiar to him. He continued to observe as the Valkyrie pulled away, only then did Aztrit start giving her orders. She was a natural leader, and unrelenting in the face of adversity. He was sure she was his daughter.

Aztrit felt more powerful than she ever had as the effects of the mead wore off. Her veins felt like fire filled them. Instead of the sting it had left against her skin. The feeling traveled from her heart and worked its way out to her head and toes. She stood firm as it racked through her, lighting her insides intensely. She looked down at her armour as she felt it burning off of her body, only for the green cloth underneath the gold plates to be replaced with black. The gold material of her cape shifted to a deep onyx. She felt anew. Like a deep part of her was seeing the world in front of her for the very first time. She hadn't only changed the colour of her cloth, something inside her made her feel she was worthy of the shift in her soul.

She turned to her father, seeing the look of astonishment on his face as she transformed. She addressed her Valkyrie as they stared on in surprise, "Keep your legions tight until we've found Fenrir sisters. If Ragnarok is on our horizon, nothing will be more important than defending our home. Craitol, take Dahlia back to her rooms. I want constant patrols on all of the nine worlds on the great tree Yggdrasil. If you find Fenrir, report back. Do not engage."

Odin approached her and spoke before she could. "Times are changing quickly daughter. It seems you've found your stride. It could come at no better time."

She listened to her father carefully, his words didn't match the emotion in his eyes. He seemed to be reevaluating how he saw her. She knew there was a change inside her that she couldn't place. A change that was undoubtedly going to leave a mark on the outcome of Ragnarok. "So they are. Loki came to see me. I would assume that someone is trying to contact Hel, if she turns all of this will be for naught. With Fenrir loose, Surtr will surely catch wind on Muspelheim."

"I agree. Thor is in the process of gathering information on Hel. But the standing with Muspelheim has always been definite. We have to be prepared when Surtr comes from the world of fire." Odin said the last part with finality. Surtr was the ruler of the lava world of Muspelheim, the hottest world at the base of the Great Tree. His arrival in Asgard was long overdue. Never had the demons of Muspelheim favoured the gods in Asgard. He would strike when they were weakest.

Aztrit thought of the movements they would have to plan carefully after this first sign of Ragnarok. She was slowly deciphering where she stood on following through with her father's orders. But she knew what she would do. This was all bigger than she was. Larger than Odin and Asgard. This would be one of the few moments left that she would have to linger in her mind. "Do you still want Lord Verdulke, Father?" She would be later returning to Midgard than she had planned, but if these next steps didn't happen soon, there would be nothing left to fight for.

Odin was pleased. He knew his daughter would always be loyal to him.

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Kirk buttoned up the top of his tunic in the cool night air. He sat next to the fountain in between the dining hall and the living quarters, listening to the water trickle from the homage to the Asgardian Gods. If he was a believer in fate, he would find it humorous that he should pair with Odin's only daughter. Someone he would otherwise feel unworthy of. Because of what he was, never would Asgardians be able to accept him as Aztrit's partner. If she ever found out, he was certain she would no longer be able to stand his touch, let alone his presence. He knew he should've tried harder to keep her away, not to let how he felt get the better of him. Though something inside him desperately called for her whenever she was near.

"Still waiting?" Eric's voice said in disbelief. Kirk had been waiting for the healer for hours, when would he realize she was uninterested in his company? Eric took a seat on the cold concrete next to him. "There are plenty of lovely Vertanians awaiting cousin."

Kirk sat up straighter and looked to Eric. Never would he be able to understand the hold on his heart the pretty brown minx had. He hardly understood himself. "The more for you. I prefer the quiet of the night more than the music in the hall anyway."

Eric had noticed how strange his cousin had been acting before they had left Karth. When she was around all of his attention rested on her, and when she was absent he kept to himself, seeming lost without her. She was beautiful, even to Eric. Never had he been able to stop himself from eyeing her body, but no woman was worth the longing Kirk had been feeling. She was just another witch posing as a healer, spurring on a wealthy lord to entrap. "Kirk. Don't you think there's something a bit off about her? I haven't even seen her heal anyone. Not one tonic or cleanser. Maybe you should reconsider favouring her. Her kind are masterful at deception."

Kirk looked to his cousin in annoyance and scrunched his eyebrows. "Her kind, Eric?"

"Witches. She could be doing spells to make you feel this way."

Kirk laughed lightly and shook his head. He looked up at the stars studding the black wall of the sky. It was nice of his cousin to care and speculate for him, but he could never trust him with the truth. Eric only believed in the supernatural evil, not the Asgardians or the Vanir Gods. If only he knew Aztrit had saved his life, because Kirk had asked her too. If only he could see the look in her eyes whenever she was happy to see him, when she needed him desperately. He closed his eyes, feeling ashamed. He was hiding who he was out of his own selfishness. He didn't want her to realize what kind of monster he was, because he would never get to see that loving look in her eyes again.

Eric patted his back and stood, "Think about it. You're a brother to me Kirk, not a cousin. You deserve happiness. We all do in the shadow of this war."

When his cousin had re-entered the hall, he thought about what he had said. They did deserve happiness. Was he depriving her of the happiness she could have with someone more worthy than he? Someone untainted and heroic that she could covet, not keep in the dark. He was sure Loki knew of their fast forming familiarity, how much longer would it be before the rest of her family knew too? Odin was already interested in him, if he found out what role he would play in his destruction, he wouldn't hesitate to end Kirk's life. Leaving Aztrit heartbroken from his lies. He had to be the one to tell her. Tonight he would.

"I dont think your date is coming."

He looked over his shoulder at the woman on the other side of the fountain. He smiled broadly. "It's probably for the best, she was hideous."

Aztrit laughed and circled the fountain to where he now stood. His hair was pushed away from his face, and his beard was wild from travel. His silver eyes roamed her body as she neared. She knew he would like this on her, she was pushing Vertanian dress code, but all she cared about was his reaction. The top of her dress was a solid black corset that hardly covered the tops of her soft bosom, and the bottom was completely black sheer with only black lace designs hiding her personal areas. Her hair was still straight down her back, just as he liked it.

"You didn't plan on wearing that tonight, did you Valkyrie?" He was overwhelmed with shock. He would have to maim anyone who came close to her in that. He drug his eyes over the fabric hardly covering her body from his gaze as she turned in a circle for him. "You have to change."

"Why? Everyone dresses loosely for these parties, I took a look before I came to make sure." The female elves did dress with an element of risk for celebratory parties, but many shortened their dresses to highlight their long legs, not their other assets. She took one of hands did another slow turn within his reach. "I thought you would like it Lord Verdulke."

He stopped her spinning and brought her close to his body, "I like it too much

Aztrit." He touched his lips to hers and took a fistful of her hair, pulling it gently to force her mouth open wider.

She felt her excitement growing inside her. The force of his kiss foretold that he was much more eager than she had intended to make him.The more she submitted to him, the rougher he became. She didn't resist as he backed her up to the nearest pillar and lifted her to align their bodies so he could enter her. He hiked up the hem of her gown and exposed how bare she was from the waist down. She pushed against his chest, suddenly feeling fearful of being caught. "Kirk, not here. After dinner." Her body was flushed from his touch and although she was refusing verbally, she wanted him inside her right then, not caring if they were seen. This was happening much more quickly than she had planned.

He kissed her exposed cleavage and opened her legs wider. He could smell her heavenly aroma, knowing that if he touched her between her thighs, she would be drenched for him. "You promised I could have you before dinner Valkyrie. I'll take you now, and I'll take you after."

She knew there was no use urging him to stop. He had made up his mind, and she didn't have the discipline to say no. Not with his cock pressing against her stomach. She held onto his shoulders as he yanked the front of her corset down, and took her breasts into his mouth. He thumbed her clit and ran his hand in between her swollen lips. He shook his head in appreciation, "I've hardly touched you Valkyrie." His smile made her moan. She had never thought about being taken like this, with such an element of risk. His wicked smile and the words he spoke to her made her question how she had gone so long without having this fantasy she was living.

He pulled his pants just below his waist and freed his member, not wasting any time before he placed it at her entrance. He rubbed his head against the wet hole that throbbed, begging him to sheath himself inside her. He was sorry he was going to have to take her swiftly again. When she had left earlier that day, he had planned to make love to her, and emphasize the bond they were building. But she had to anger him being late, and then show up in a garment that left nothing to the imagination. The swell of her breasts, and the curve of her full hips under the sheer material was a worthy opponent against his self control. She had beaten him and left him with no will power to resist her.

Aztrit mewled in his strong arms, she felt herself pulsing around his tip, begging him to slip in. She didn't have to wait long. Just as she was about to voice her desire he gave a firm thrust with his entire length. She panted from the force of his hips, clinging to his tunic like her life depended on it. Her mouth hung open, not being able to make a sound. She was coming to find that he filled her like no one else ever would. The size alone was enough to make her knees weak as he entered her repeatedly, but the way he manipulated his body to hit her sweet spot every time he slipped in made him the best lover she had ever taken between her thighs. It would normally take her lengthy amounts of time to be ready to come for her lovers, but Kirk played her body like a harp, causing her to make sweet music with her voice. "Kirk." She gasped out hoping to slow him.

But he would not relent. He continued his assault, listening to her call his name. He could feel her tightening around him, she was undoubtedly close to her release. He moved his lips to her ear and blew his hot breath into it. "I don't care how many times you come around me Aztrit. I'm not stopping until I've had my fill of you." Hit bit down on her lobe.

"Oh my Gods. Kirk!" She felt her orgasm rolling through her legs and up her body. She cried as she clutched him. He stayed true to his word, not letting up for a second. He felt so good inside of her. She convulsed around him, letting the throes of her pleasure suckle him, coaxing him to give her his seed. She tried to control the volume of her pleas, but she had no control of the heat massaging her body from his manipulation.

He groaned and threw his head back. He was close to giving her what she wanted. He pulled himself out to stop from emptying inside of her before he was ready. The way her body responded to him, it was hard to keep his promise of longevity. He was unsure if it had felt so good at the lake because it was the first time he had taken her, or if she really had the warmest cunt he had ever taken. Now he knew each time they were to join, ecstasy would not be out of reach.

He heard the doors of the hall begin to open again. He gathered her and slid to the side of the pillar out of view of the door. No one would see his Valkyrie. Her body was only for him.

She tensed her body and covered her breasts, preparing for Kirk to stop as they got caught. But as quickly as he had moved them out of sight, he entered her again, prompting her to try to struggle free. He placed a hand over her mouth and resumed his pace. "Stay calm, relax your body. I won't let anyone see you." his eyes made her forget her fear, and she let him continue. She stuck her tongue out and suckled his thick fingers as they pressed against her lips. Her amber eyes kept his silver gaze through her muffled moans.

"Kirk?" She opened her eyes wide with fear as she heard Eric call for him. Surely they would be discovered. She heard his heavy footsteps getting closer until it seemed he was right behind the pillar they were enjoying each other on. She breathed a deep sigh of relief as he retreated, followed by the loud noise of the door creaking closed again. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. She gave a muffled sigh and focused on Kirk's weight pressing her into the cold stone.

Kirk watched her as the fear passed, a bemused smile on his lips. This was clearly her first time with such a factor, and he was honoured to be giving her her first experience. He was close now. Her sweet sighs played to his desires. He took his hand off of her mouth and placed his lips there instead.

She looped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. She was close again. He was picking up speed as he suckled and bit her lips gently. He pulled away and stared down at her. She closed her eyes and anticipated the euphoria she was about to undergo. Her climax was more intense the second time around. The fear in the back of her mind made her release sweeter. To find satisfaction so openly, where they could be spotted, made her come to him unabashedly. She buried her face in his neck to cover her screams, taking in his musky scent.