Being immortal has its perks. A few being: I don’t have to eat or sleep. Nor do I age. Although, not having to do those things can make life a little boring at times. To pass the time, I like to read. We have bookshelves with the ability to summon any book in the worlds, so it keeps me occupied. My duties also keep me busy, traveling to the nine worlds. Ensuring beings are following the plan laid out for their life. A plan created and decided upon by Urd. And ended by Skuld. Whenever they see fit to do so. You’d think that I’d get some say in this, but Urd makes sure her rules are followed to a tee. No matter that neither of them has left Yggdrasil in a millennium. They don’t get to know the beings who reside in the worlds we maintain. They don’t read their books, talk to them, guide them. They just decide to end their lives. As if beings have no free will. As if they are simply entertainment for the gods.
Three days passed and I did little but read, guide, and think about Saga. When I found that I was craving an ale and, perhaps the smile on Saga’s face, I climbed the stairs to the Midgard door. It opened into a brisk spring day in a deserted alleyway. I didn’t work an illusion around myself, keeping my features the same. If Saga could see through my illusions, it wouldn’t do me any good for someone to tell her I look otherwise. Though, I had dressed in appropriate Midgard garb. A black tunic and pants, leather armor gracing my chest, shoulders, forearms, and legs, and a black cloak. I had a small dagger belted at my side, my brown dreadlocks half up, out of my face.
It felt like I had chosen to walk through the street completely naked; I hadn’t presented as myself in a thousand years. The streets were buzzing with activity, mostly near the taverns and docks. Either people finishing preparing for their journeys or those who were already done, ready for one last drunken night before going on their way.
I followed those on their way to the docks, some stumbling, assuming I would find Saga there. As I got closer, a group of warriors in forest green were finishing up and leaving the docks. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that Ovay was one of them.
“Excuse me, could you tell me where to find Jarl Saga?”
A female stepped forward, hand within a casual distance of her sword, “Who’s asking?”
“My name is Andi. I met Jarl Saga a few days ago…at the alehouse…” I gave her a knowing look.
She returned my grin, “Oh, well in that case, don’t let us slow you down. She’s three docks that way. You shouldn't miss her, she’ll be the one shouting orders.”
“Trust me, I remember what she looks like.” I flashed another smirk. “Thank you.”
A few in the group laughed before they headed on their way.
I walked down the docks, a cold mist from the ocean spraying my clothes. Halfway through the second dock I passed, a confident, authoritative voice carried on the wind to my ears, “If you drop that barrel, you’ll be the one going into the water to fetch it!”
I leaned on one of the rails and watched them work. Saga strode to one of the ships, the runic tattoos on her hands catching in the fading light. As she worked, her many braids whipped in the wind. One of her men called for her and, without hesitation, she crouched down next to him, offering her aid.
When Saga still hadn’t noticed me after a few minutes, I cleared my throat.
Saga merely turned my way, a mischievous smile on her lips, “I knew I’d be seeing you again.”
I raised my brows, “Oh, did you?”
She rose to her feet and brushed her dusty hands on her pants, crossing her arms, “I did. It was only a matter of time before you returned. I’m too good looking for you to resist.”
Saga’s eyes widened, taken off guard by my honesty. There was an extended period of quiet before, “Would you like to grab a drink with me?”
A warm, foreign feeling washed over me, “You’re not busy?”
“Nothing I can’t pass off to one of my hersirs.” She turned to the three people I’d met last time, “Randvi, take over. If you absolutely need me, I’ll be at Singing Sailor.” She began to walk away, shouting over her shoulder, “Please don’t need me.”
The warmth flared into a blazing fire, heating my cheeks. We fell into step, side by side, but my mind was preoccupied. It felt good, but I couldn’t get Urd’s voice out of my head that this wasn’t a part of the job. I knew I was messing with fate by being here, though something about Saga made me not care. Fate is a construct made up by Urd; I merely wanted a little taste at weaving my own thread.
With Saga at my side, we entered Singing Sailor, sitting across from each other at a booth in the far corner. The rune of Ansuz was painted in blue on her forehead. Odin’s rune. A rune of wisdom and protection. A pale scar was hidden behind it, likely an injury gained as a warrior. She was still looking at me with as much rapt curiosity as the other night. Around her, I no longer felt like an immortal goddess able to change fate with the snap of my fingers; I was as powerless as any mortal being.
Several minutes went by and we were both content to look into the other’s eyes, until Saga broke the silence, “What have you been doing the three days you’ve been gone?”
“So you counted the days…”
“What’s a jarl to do? I leave for my journey in the morning and there won’t be a face as pretty as yours for miles while I’m at sea. I could very well die, but I’d think of your eyes last.”
I looked away, bashful. Words failed me, no witty retort on my lips. I downed the drink that Saga had ordered for me, “Where are you headed?”
“And how do I know you’re not a spy?” There was a hint of amusement in her eyes, but also a grain of truth. “A beautiful woman like you would be the perfect bait for lovesick warriors.”
“How do I prove you can trust me?”
She looked into my eyes, “Tell me your deepest desire.”
I thought for a moment, taking a sip from my ale, “To make a difference in the worlds.”
“Most people don’t care to make a difference in this world, let alone the others. So I’d say that’s a respectable ambition.”
She leaned further back in the booth, mug of ale in hand, devilish smirk on her face, “As of right now? You.”
I nearly choked on the ale I was drinking. I didn’t know what came over me, but I plastered the same devilish smirk on my face, “And what do you plan to do about it.”
“Now or later? Because I’ve been thinking of some things I’d like to do.”
I gave her a challenging look. The next thing I knew, Saga had placed coins on the table and was whisking me away by the hand. My heart pounded in my ears, my anticipation rising.
In no time at all, we were at an inn, the four walls of a room surrounding us. Saga pushed me up against the barely closed door, voice sultry, “This is what I would like to do about it.”
Then, she was kissing me deeply, passionately. Stars exploded across the nine realms at that kiss. Her hands caressed my sides, one traveling to my face. She touched me gently, hands callused and made for a sword. She pressed the weight of her against me, pinning me to the wall, deepening her kiss. I curled my left hand around the back of her neck, using my right to pull her somehow closer. Her lips parted from mine and I groaned at their absence, already wanting her…needing her…with my very essence. Her hand tilted my head up and her lips found my neck, sucking gently. A small moan escaped me and a tingle cascaded down my body to the apex of my thighs.
I tore at her cloak, discarding it. She mimicked me, both cloaks now on the floor. We did the same with our sword belts, albeit gentler.
She pulled back once more, lifting me so my legs wrapped around her waist. She proceeded to carry me to the bed, her eyes never leaving mine, lust swirling in them. She rested me on the edge of the bed, propped on my elbows, looking up at her broad shoulders and muscled form.
The brown mountains in her eyes gleaming, “May I?”
I nearly melted at the implications in her voice, but I made a show of debating it, “Such manners…You may.”
The question in her gaze turned to hunger, springing herself at me. Her hands resumed their roving of my body, fumbling to get my armor off. Gently lifting my tunic over my head, she kissed the hollow of my collarbone. I relieved her of her armor and tunic, marveling at the corded muscles and the tattoo of Yggdrasil on her left bicep, the roots and her muscles one and the same. She had scars of every size and shape creating a mosaic on her body.
I found her eyes again, conveying my desire for her with a look. She closed the distance between us and my breath hitched as she began running a finger along the hem of my pants, daring to slip them under the waistband. My hips arched, urging her on with impatience.
“Is there something you want…?” Lazy circles and a lazy voice.
I snarled in response, twining my fingers in her hair and pulling her lips to mine. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding against her, begging for more. She smiled against my lips, her hands untying my pants. Her fingers gently brushed that spot between my thighs and the whimper that escaped me was certainly not that of an immortal.
“I hope you know that you boost my ego with every little sound you make,” Saga drawled. “And you are…” she nipped at my neck, “Irresistible.”
Odin be damned, a moan escaped from my core, unbidden.
That was Saga’s undoing and within the blink of an eye, she was on top of me, both of us nude and panting, unable to take in the sight of the other fast enough.
“You are beautiful,” Saga’s voice was hoarse and full of desire.
With no words to express myself, I traced every curve of her, savoring the smooth skin under my fingertips. A strike of lightning went through me when her tongue found my stomach and made its way to the height of my breast. She took me fully in her mouth, my hands finding her hair and twisting in her braids. Slowly, so excruciatingly slow, she made her way back down, stopping just below my belly button.
Her chocolate eyes turned up at me, a request.
My heart fluttered and my breath hitched, but I managed the barest of nods, “Please.”
A smile bloomed on that beautiful face before she lowered her head, her tongue finding that bundle of nerves. A gasp escaped me, one hand gripping her hair further, the other gripping the sheets. Her callused hands kept my hips in place and I was completely powerless at the wave that crashed over me. Her movements did not stop as I gripped her hair tighter, the sensation like I was falling through the realms, my pure ecstasy sending me everywhere and nowhere all at once. The last shudders rippled through me as I gazed down at her with blurry eyes and I was met with a sultry, starved look.
Propping myself on an elbow again, I caressed her chin, pulling her toward me until we were eye to eye, “My turn.”
Saga tsked, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”
I grabbed onto her and rolled so I was on top, surprising her with my strength, “Not until I’ve had a piece of you.”
Ever the confident jarl, her grin was a challenge as she settled into the bed, one that I accepted.
Trailing kisses from her temple to her waist, I took in the scent of her, salty sea and pine. I smirked to myself in satisfaction when I felt her breathing get uneven and her hips wriggle underneath my touch. My fingers danced lazily down her upper thigh, taunting her, and she groaned in frustration.
“Tell me what you want, Jarl. Tell me how you wish to be pleasured.”
A very un-Jarl-like noise flew out her lips. Her voice uneven, “Andi, where did you come from?”
My name on her lips reignited the fire in my core. “That was a question. Not an answer.” I crept ever closer to that wet spot between her thighs.
A sharp intake of breath, then, “Feast on me like it is my last night in this world.”
That was all I needed to hear. My mouth hungrily connected with hers, while my fingers found that sensitive spot, rubbing circles. Her hands pressed me against her, skin to skin. The heat of it made me flush. My teeth gripped her swollen lip and she shuddered. I worked my way down her body, teasing the whole way. And I couldn’t take it any longer, needing to taste her. My tongue met that bundle of nerves, wet and ready for me. I took her into my mouth and nearly went over the edge again at the taste of her. Her body thrashed as my tongue danced, edging her closer with each movement.
Explosion after explosion shook the nine worlds as Saga climaxed and I didn’t bother trying to muffle the moans of my name from her lips.
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