Filed To Story: Luna Riannon and Alpha Brayden Novel
“That’s a question for another day,” the man smirked at her, dimples on his cheeks deepening. She hated how handsome he was. “That’s, of course, if you’re staying.”
She gave him a withering glance. It’s not like she was going to leave anyway, but he still had the upper hand.
“All right,” she sighed dramatically. “I’ll give this place a few more days before deciding. I’m free to do so, right?”
“Of course you are!” Fenir’s tone let her know that he knew she was faking it, but he was letting it slide. “I think it’s time for us to head back.”
“Fine!” she agreed. “But I’m going to need more of that ice cream. My mouth is still on fire.”
“How much are we talking?” he asked.
“A whole cart, at least!” She let out infectious laugh that made him grin at her against his will as he laced his fingers with hers just like back then…
*****
“Is that a whole cart of ice cream?” Bash gaped at them when he saw the couple approaching Fenrir’s house. The blonde man was sitting on the steps next to the entrance, with Salome standing beside him and watching the whole thing in awe.
“It is!” Astrea smirked as she licked the one in her hands, casting a playful glance at Fenrir. “Be my guest and treat yourself!”
She giggled and ran up the stairs, Fenrir following her with a low snarl escaping him.
The duo watched them with their jaws clenched tightly.
“Do you see what I’m talking about now?” The witch folded her arms over her chest. “I’m telling you, she’s a problem and a liability!”
“Fine!” The man snarled. “I’ll talk to him.”
“I think we’re past the point of talking.” Salome shook her head, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
“What do you have in mind then?” Bash asked, and her lips twitched as she tried to suppress a sneer.
***ASGARD***
“Like this?” Astraea asked, bouncing at the top of a ladder and furrowing her silver brows as she finished yet another set of runes. As always, Fenirs gaze was fixed on her after he was done drawing the signs on the ground for her to ????-
It was perfect. Astraea loved working in her glowing garden at night, and it was the only time when he could approach her alone. It was worth it, despite Tyr wiping the floor with him due to his tiredness during their battle training.
Time with Astraea was worth every struggle.
He knew it wasn’t meant to be. He wasn’t naive. Tyr prohibited him from seeing her because she was meant fo another. At least those were the rumours.
But days passed, and nothing happened. No announcement, no proposals.
Maybe Tyr was wrong about this.
“No, there should be another line on the left.” He pointed to where it should be, but she placed her finger on a differen spot.
“Here?”
“No, not-“
“Here?” The goddess of stars was impatient, her starry magic glowing at the top of her finger.
“No!” He chuckled and decided to use the chance to get closer to her. “I’ll show you. Just wait a second.”
“What? No!” She gasped as she saw him climbing up the ladder. “Fenrir, no offence, but you are huge. This thing is going to break!”
“It’s going to be fine!” He was behind her in no time, and they both froze from the sudden closeness.
“Here!” He pointed at the correct spot, placing his palm ove her tiny hand and moved it gently following the rune. His cheek barely brushed over her silky hair, but he felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, while heat radiated from his body.
Astraea angled her head to look at him, their gazes locking together. The attraction was undeniable. Especially now that she was trapped here with his strong ants around her
It would have been the right thing for him to move away, but Fenrir did no such thing, inhaling her scent so that it filled his lungs instead. Her lips parted as she watched hin and he leaned lower, somehow knowing that she wouldn’t push him away. Her breath was already burning his skin a: he was about to claim her first kiss when a snapping soun echoed through the garden. Before they realised what was happening, the ladder suddenly gave way beneath them, sending the couple tumbling towards the ground. Astraea gasped and reached out to him while he managed to twist his body and catch her in his arms, hoping to save her from the fall.
What he didn’t expect was that the impact never happened as the air around them became thicker, allowing them to float instead. It took him a few seconds to realise that she was the one doing it.
“Astraea?” Her name escaped from his lips and as he realised how tightly he held her in his arms.
“I- I’ve got you,” she whispered, cheeks flushing from thei proximity and their hair intertwining in the air.
Their gazes locked, and the world around them slipped away. They were caught up in the heat of the moment, unable to resist the pull that brought them closer. Astraea! long white hair seemed to dance in the light, and Fenrir wa drawn to the shimmering strands as if they were a manifestation of pure magic. There were no Asgardians and no Olympians anymore. No cursed wolf deity and no new goddess of stars. They were just Fenrir and Astraea and they couldn’t fight their attraction anymore.
One of his arms wrapped around her waist while his other hand slipped all the way up to the back of her head, finger entangling themselves in her silvery locks.
Fenrir pulled her closer, covering her lips with his, greedily thrusting his tongue into her mouth the moment she granted him access. She tasted so sweet that he couldn’t possibly have enough of her. Astraea moaned into him anc the sound alone undid something inside him, something feral… something he couldn’t control anymore.
“Mine!” Fenrir growled and her fingers dug into his flesh, letting him know that she loved this as much as he did.
They gasped for air, Astraea’s heart racing in her chest.
“Oh my-” Her eyes met his again as if she realised for the first time what they had been doing and whatever power kept them floating in the air dispersed instantly.
They landed in a heap on the soft glowing grass, Fenrir taking the brunt of the impact as he shielded her from harm.
Astraea lay on top of him, trying to catch her breath and find the words to thank him for protecting her.
“Th-thank you,” she mumbled, realising she needed to add something else not to look like she was thanking him for kissing her, but in the next moment he rolled on top of her, pinning her hands to the ground.
“‘ve got you too, Astraea,” he smirked, leaning lower. “I want to kiss you again. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
He was looking her straight in the eye and she… didn’t say thing.
“Thanks to all the gods!” Fenrir muttered and crashed his lips against the lips of the the woman he craved more thaN anything in this world.
*
Fenrir returned to his chambers, but no matter how hard hi tried to keep his excellent mood up, it was fading away with every passing second.
Now that he’d kissed her and held her in his arms, he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. It wasn’t curiosity or a simple infatuation. He wanted that woman on every level imaginable. He wanted to claim her, make her happy, mak her his wife and give her everything she could ever want.
This was something he’d never thought about with anyone else. He wished to be the reason that her wonderful smile blossomed on her beautiful lips. He desired to take her, to worship her the way she deserved. Fenrir wanted it all.
Sadly, he knew that every single Asgardian would stand in his way if he so much as dared to speak his claim on that woman out loud.
“Long time no see, son!” The familiar voice made every muscle in his body strain.
Was it that month of the year again already? The last time he checked, it wasn’t. So, what the hell was this man doing here?
“Father,” Fenrir greeted his unexpected guest dryly.
All the illusions about this man were long dead. Although usually, Fenrir longed to see his father, today, his heart didn’t jump in his chest at the sight of him. Loki could have tricked anyone into giving him anything. Yet one thing he’d never attempted was to bring his children back together again. He’d never begged Odin to change his decision. He’ll never asked other gods to support him. All he was doing was living his life as if he had produced no offspring.
“Look at you!” The trickster deity hugged his son, gracing him with a wide smile that meant nothing because he offered it to anyone. “A true warrior! A leader!”
Fenrir would have rolled his eyes, but it wasn’t worth the effort.
“Good to see you, Father; I hope you had a nice journey,” h muttered, walking past the man to his desk and wishing fo nothing more than to be left alone. “Can’t wait to hear all about it at the next feast.”
That was how he usually found out about his father’s adventures. At celebrations where he wasn’t really welcome. Or from Jor, who followed the old man when it was possible.
“Your words are like an arrow through my heart, son,” Loki chuckled, trailing him deeper into his chambers.
Fenrir dropped into a large wooden armchair, and his fathe sat on the armrest, observing him with a curious eye.
“Nothing like that,” Fenrir tried to brush him off. “Just a long day.”