blackendraco

  The day was here. The gentle hand of the man I love was around my throat. I could not get a breath. Tears were in my eyes with what little breath I had. "Please, believe me." I pushed from my lips. His eyes grew dark. " You ask me this with all that is front of me," He brought his face to mine, " Nay, you were welcomed into Allfather's home as a friend. You took advantage of this." My vision was blurring, " I did not." "Silence, you shall not speak, harlot." his gripped tightened. "Brother, she will be taken to our father. Do not soil your hands with this deed." His brother spoke from behind. In my blurry vision I could see his blond

 Standing under the tree, tears falling from me eyes. I felt his presence, like so many times before, it surrounded me. His presence was a cool breeze that sent shivers down my spin, the longing for more. He stood behind me. His scent like the crisp icy breeze of the mountains in the winter. Which made the tears stronger. I dared not turn for I knew that if I did this was going to so much harder. I thought I would not have a reason to stay. I was so wrong, but I dare not tell. I took a deep breath to calm myself. More of his scent filled the air in my chest. " What worries you so?" His deep baritone voice caressed my ears. How do I tell t

Retribution In a large room of marble and gold stood Loki and Thor at the bottom of great stairs leading to a throne. Loki was chained from his neck to his ankles. He looked bored as he stood there waiting. Thor stood tall looking up at the throne where All Father set. Odin set on his throne. His silence spoke volumes. He looked at them both. His sons, even if one was not his true son by blood. He was in a rough spot. As king he needed to punish both for going against his rule. As king he needed to show authority. As king his rule was law, but as a father he was having a hard time finding the right words. One son had finally become worthy