Filed to story: Luna Riannon and Alpha Brayden Novel
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The next time he opened them, a woman with long brown hair with golden wings stood before him. He recognised the Valkyrie who observed him with concern written all over her face.
“My name is Kara, I am in charge of-“
“-my prison.” He finished for her, his voice unusually gruff.
“The food will be over there,” she pointed at a nearby rock.” Don’t try to escape or break any rules again. There will be punishment if you do.”
She was ready to leave when he spoke again.
“And here I thought the Valkyries were on the side of justice, honour and best warriors.”
The words made Kara turn on her heels to glare at him.
“We are!” she gritted her teeth.
“Then remind me again what crime I have committed other than being born different from everyone here in Asgard?” He locked eyes with her, knowing that the valkyrie wouldn’t be able to look away.
“You seduced someone’s betrothed.” The woman didn’t let a single emotion cripple onto her face.
“I did no such thing,” he countered, trying to sit up, his face contorting from pain. “We fell in love long before that deal of a marriage was struck. We begged not to do this to us, but no one cared to listen. Everyone wanted the union we could have given them in a heartbeat if they simply allowed us to be happy together-“
Kara said nothing, but it didn’t escape Fenrir how her fingers clenched around the hilt of the sword she was carrying.
“The water is next to the food,” she said before spreading her wings and flying into the opening of the cave. Not that he expected anyone to regret their actions. That would have been too good to be true.
Fenrir didn’t need food. He needed something else.
His whole body was sore, bringing waves of excruciating pain every time he moved. Those wounds would leave ugly scars.
The night fell, and the stars appeared before him once again. He tried concentrating on them, thinking of Astrea, remembering her scent and how her silky hair felt between his fingers.
He closed his eyes just for a moment, allowing himself to drift off to sleep and hoping to see one of those dreams.
He loved dreaming now. In his dreams, he could meet her again.
“I missed you,” Astrea whispered, peppering his chest with kisses. Waves of tingles rippled through him when she did it, and it was a very pleasant feeling.
“I will get to you one day. I promise,” he muttered, barely able to open his eyes. He wanted to see her better, to take her in, to slide his hands all over her body. Sadly, his eyes couldn’t open from the bruisers while his joints were too weak to even grasp her flesh the way he loved to.
“Fenrir, I want you so much”” she breathed out, undoing his pants.
His member was already hard for her when her fingers wrapped around it, stroking it up and down. Fenrir threw his head back when her lips touched his tip, making it moist.
It felt good but… he couldn’t quite enjoy it the way he thought he wouldn.
Astraea look him in, letting him hit the back of her throat.
Then, when he was so hard for her he couldn’t take it anymore, she released him with a pop and climbed on top of him.
She was so beautiful on top of him, untying the top of her dress to let it fall to her waist. He groaned at the sight and she smirked, taking his hand and placing it on her bare breast to help him feel more of her.
“Like that,” she teased, guiding his c*ck to her entrance with her free hand and sliding it all the way in.
It felt good, but… at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that this was so wrong.
And yet. It was her, and she was here. It was everything he had hoped for…
“Gods, you are so big!” she moaned, riding him as fast as she could. There was no love in those movements, no warmth he always felt when they were together. She pounded her own flesh into him, screaming as the rele*se ripped through her body, knowing that his followed right after.
Fenrir grunted as he came inside her and she finally stopped, panting.
“You are as good as they say,” she muttered and his whole body went rigid.
It was her voice, her face but… it wasn’t her behaviour.
Astraea would never say these words.
She was about to slip out when he finally found the strength to grasp her hand and yank her towards him with force.
“Who are you?” he growled so loudly that the mountains surrounding the cave shook.
ASGARD
“Who are you?” Fenrir snarled as the realisation hit him hard.
There was only one woman for him, and now someone violated his body by pretending to be her. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He felt so dirty and… used.
“Who sent you?” He demanded loudly, fire rising inside him.
That fire burned away the pain in his exhausted body and dulled down the shame. The flames wanted to punish those who dared to deceive him in the most horrible way, whispering words of destruction in his ears.
“It’s time for me to go, my love.” The woman who looked identical to Astraea now tried to crawl away from him. Her foot got trapped in the grip of Gleipnir, stalling her and allowing Fenrir to grasp and pull her closer.
“Who. The F*ck. Are. You?!” He growled, his fury causing the cave walls to stagger.
“I am- Astr-” He was about to snap her neck when three valkyries descended from the sky in the blink of an eye, pointing their sharp swords at him.
“Release her!” One of them ordered him, and Fenrir contemplated snapping the fake Astraea’s neck just to spite them. They deserved it. They deserved so much more than that.
“No one dares to put her face on!” He raised his voice again, and one sword pierced his skin enough for blood to trickle down his chest. It was meant to intimidate him but had the opposite effect, simply making him angry
“Enough!” Kara was the last one to appear, her golden wings blinding him temporarily as she landed, creating a cloud of dust around her. “Take your swords away!”
Her sisters didn’t rush to obey the order at first, but meeting her withering glare, they quickly changed their minds.
“Now you, Fenrir,” the Valkyrie said calmly. “Release the girl.
“Why should I?” He chuckled darkly, and she shuddered slightly, seeing him in such a state. “I am a criminal, remember? If I kill her, at least I would feel like I committed some sort of crime for the abundance of punishment I am getting.”
“She simply follows orders like the rest of us,” Kara informed him, and although he hoped she would shed some light on what was happening, she did no such thing.
And yet… he knew she was right. It was unlikely that the woman came here on her own, considering how heavily he was guarded. He hated her for what she did to him, and yet .. he knew very well that not everyone in Asgard was a god.
Hence, not everyone in Asgard had a choice. The stars were shimmering in the sky above his head, and he looked at them, remembering that the real Astraea was there somewhere. What would she think of him now?
Disgusted, he pushed the woman away, and she quickly crawled to hide behind the Valkyries in a rush, trembling like a leaf in the strong wind.
“If this repeats, the next one will die instantly, and her blood will be on your hands!” He warned the women, and Kara nodded curtly. She was the last one to leave, and before she did, she turned to have a look at him one more time. It looked like she wanted to say something but did not find the right words.
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Tyr kept his word, and Vidar did not visit him anymore. Day after day was passing, and Fenrir refused to eat or drink because trusting anyone around him was impossible now.
Neither his brother nor his father came to free him, and hope was fading away each day. When it started raining, no one cared that he was bound under the open sky. His body, which usually radiated heat, was now trembling from the cold. He had a hard time remembering what day it was, and it seemed that the sky wouldn’t stop crying along with his heart and soul.
Fenrir was now sure that being a god was a curse. However miserable and drained he was, this wouldn’t kill him. He would endure an eternity of suffering and despair within the confines of this cave. Forgotten by the Asgardians, he couldn’t forget what they had dóne to him.
His mind was slipping away, and only one thing kept him going
The desire for the clouds to disappear and to see the stars again. The closest he could get to her in his stone cage-
He didn’t even know if she would want him now. He wasn’t the man she fell in love with anymore. What would she tell if she knew? Would she ever want him again?
Or maybe she knew already? After all, what was the purpose of such atrocities if not to use them against him?