Filed To Story: Luna Riannon and Alpha Brayden Novel
His father was not to be trusted with any secrets, unless hi wanted everyone to find out about them the next day and not in the best light. Sometimes Loki’s desire to have fun out-weighed his fatherly feelings, and it made Fenrir feel even lonelier here. For now, only his secret about seeing Jormungandr each month was safe for very obvious reasons.
“I’d say the day is long gone!” Loki smirked and leaned closer, “maybe that young, starry goddess made you lose track of time?”
So, he already knew everything. That explained the visit.
Usually, Fenrir couldn’t wait to spend time with his father, but not today. For the first time in his life, getting Lokis attention or approval didn’t mean much. He had more important things to worry about.
“Did you want something?” The young wolf snapped, regretting it almost instantly.
“You do know why she is here?” The playfulness was gone from the trickster’s face, and their eyes locked in a heavy, unspoken confrontation.
“I do,” Fenrir admitted coldly. He didn’t want to think about it if he could help it.
“And still, you pursue her.” Loki said. Not asked. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
“She deserves better than that-” Fenir forced himself to stop talking. He knew he was heading down a dangerous road.
“And you consider yourself à better option?” His father c****d a brow up.
“We have… something-” Speaking about his feelings was new to Fenrir, and his father was the last one he wanted to open up his soul to. Yet… he had no better options.
“Something,” Loki rolled the word on his tongue, tasting it.
Something isn’t going to cut it, son, when you aim that high.”
A growl escaped his chest. He tried to suppress it, but his nature was overpowering him at moments like this.
Loki stood up and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back for a while.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” Fenrir said, tired of this… whatever that was.
His father sighed, a few wrinkles gathering between the brows on his still youthful face.
“She is a prize, son,” he sighed, giving him another pitying look. “A priceless prize from a dying realm. The Olympian: are on the brink of death, and she is their last chance. The previous goddess of stars is dead, and now this young child is wielding that huge cosmic power without understanding what it really means. They will only give her to one they think can save them.”
Fenrir turned away to look out the window and into the dark, night sky. The silence was deafening, and the only sound to be heard was the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. In the distance, he could see the stars twinkling and shimmering against the midnight blue canvas. But as he gazed out into the expanse, something caught his eye. A shooting star streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of shimmering light in its wake. He watched in awe as it disappeared beyond the horizon, making a wish before he realised it.
“This is why I think it’s not impossible,” Loki said, and it took a few moments for his words to register.
“What?” Fenrir’s head snapped in his direction.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Loki sighed and walked back towards him. “If it was any other goddess, I would reprimand you now and make you lay low, but- Astraea is Selene’s daughter. If the Moon Goddess loves anything, it’s her daughter and her wolves. She was already interested 1 see you, and I bet she wasn’t disappointed.”
“Do you really think so?” Fenrir tried to suppress the excitement building up inside him.
“I think you have a shot if you play it right, son,” Loki nodded, finally getting his son’s full attention.
“Care to elaborate?” Fenrir attempted to conceal his curiosity, but apparently, he failed miserably because a familiar, knowing smile curled his father’s lips.
“Of course.” Loki rested his hand upon his son’s shoulder, giving him hope. “Join me and your brother when the time comes and help us overthrow the current rulers of-“
“Not this again!” Fenrir let out a growl of frustration. He’d heard all that before.
“This is the best solution!” Loki protested. “Just think abot it. The Olympians will be happy to give you any goddess you want when they know your true power!”
“Ideas like that made them separate me and my siblings it the first place!” Fenrir retorted angrily.
“It’s ideas like this that can bring us back together,” Loki insisted, but seeing his son’s reluctant face, he sighed heavily and gave up. “Fine, there is another way,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.
“I am all ears” Fenrir poured himself some mead and gulped it down, all in one go.
“Go to the Moon Goddess, and ask for Astraea’s hand before any announcements are made.” His father laid on him a heavy gaze. “This is your best chance. Now or never After she is promised to another, it will be done. And remember that you will only have a shot if you remind her of your wolf side. Also, your chances will increase if that conversation happens when no Asgardians are present.”
“Like that’s ever going to happen,” Fenrir scoffed, knowing how the guests were always surrounded by people.
“What can I say? You are in luck that Selene is a night goddess. If you ask for an audience before dawn, you may be lucky enough to see her alone as she never sleeps.”
Fenrir tapped his fingers over the armrest of his chair and then stood up in one sharp move.
“So be it!” he announced, storming out of his chambers and leaving the god of trickery behind.
Loki decided not to wait for him and went to the place he knew Fenri would end up tonight.
“Did you do it?” Jor walked out of the cave the moment he saw his father arrive. “Will he-“
“He will try,” Loki nodded, sadness lacing his words.
“I can’t believe it’s this serious. He is going to make a fool out of himself for some girl!” The young dragon hit the huge boulder next to him with his fist.
“It may be for the best,” Loki admitted. “Fenrir is naïve, thinking that if he behaves, he will get what he wants from Asgardians. They will never care about any of us. Each of you is alive only because they couldn’t kill you. They woul rather die, themselves, than accept you.”
“Do you think there is a chance they will let him marry that girl?” Jormungandr calmed down, seeing how reserved hi: parent was.
“No, I don’t think he stands a chance. They want royalty fo her, not a villain. No one would care that they love each other.”
“Why did you send him there then?” Jor furrowed his blonde brows.
“Because he has to learn that lesson, he has to experience the pain. Then, when he is down and abandoned, he will realise that only you, Hel, and me are his family. Soon he will know that his plan will never work, and there is no hop other than taking what’s ours by force. On that day, Fenrir will join our cause, and the gods of Asgard will die.”
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When Astrea disappeared on the first day from his radar, Joran did not panic. He knew that this was to be expected when his brother was involved.
But then she did not reappear on the second and third days, causing different emotions to reign inside his soul.
“She couldn’t have remembered him so soon!” he knocked the desk over and sent it flying against the wall, watching it break into myriads of pieces. “And she couldn’t disappear with my mark around her neck!”
Without warning, he lashed out at the nearest object, a delicate porcelain vase perched on a mahogany side table.
With a guttural growl, he grabbed it and hurled it at one of the onyx columns, shattering it into hundreds of glittering shards. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the room like a war cry, fuelling the man’s anger further.
He tried to summon the little snake again and again, but there was no response. He couldn’t feel it; he didn’t control it anymore.
Joran couldn’t do anything about it, and this was something he hadn’t felt for centuries. He did not get what he wanted, and his little dragonfly had slipped from his grasp.
He closed his eyes and tried to get through again, to no avail. However, this time he tried to think clearly. Fenrir couldn’t hide her from him. Their powers didn’t work like that. Which only meant he needed more information.
“Call her!” he snapped at one of the Firstborn, and the latter immediately realised who his Master was talking about.
“Touch me,” Astraea whispered. She never had to ask Fenrir twice, and his hands immediately slid down her silky skin, one grasping her ass and the other kneading her breast, eliciting a moan from her.
Fenir’s tongue swirled against her soft flesh, torturously slow and taunting. She had to reach for his hair, lacing her fingers in it to give him a tug, demanding for him to stop the games. The delightful pressure was already building inside her with every stroke he made, her thighs resting on his shoulders.
“Mine!” he growled, devouring her, and that word alone tipped her over the edge.
“Please!” Astraea hissed her plea, which unleashed the beast in him, and he lapped and sucked at her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fenir!” she screamed his name, arching her back…
Astrea jolted upright in bed, her breathing ragged and with beads of sweat already formed all over her body. Her heart was racing after yet another mind-splitting or.gasm shed endured within these walls.
On her own.
While sleeping.
This was the fifth night in a row. No matter what she did, she couldn’t stop dreaming about herself and Fenrir doing all sorts of things to each other. Some of those she’d learned from those dreams, and now she was sure it wasn’t normal.
Nova! She called out in the hope that her wolf could help her.