He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for. More praise? More touch? Just more of Njord’s attention focused solely on him? Probably all three.
Njord’s hand slid down his chest, fingertips igniting sparks in their wake, making Thori shudder and writhe.
“Like this?” Njord murmured against his lips. “Or more like…that?”
Pushing Thori’s arms up above his head, Njord made lightning wrap around his wrists in ribbons of crackling power. Thori tugged experimentally at the bonds and found they wouldn’t budge. Being taken over by his own power was the strangest feeling, intoxicating even, and maybe he could have broken Njord’s grasp on his thunder, but he really,reallydidn’t want to.
“That,” Thori gasped. “That’s good.”
The ropes of lightning tightened gently, drawing his wrists further above his head, and Thori’s breath caught.
“Look at you,” Njord cooed. “Who’d have thought that the mighty god of thunder could be so sweet?”
Settling between Thori’s thighs, Njord smiled down at him. He opened his braid and shook his dark hair loose, making it fall around his shoulders. He was gorgeous.
“Can you—Would you take off your tunic?”
“Why, I didn’t know you liked my tattoos, Odinsson.”
“Don’t call me that. I’m Thori of the thunder. I’m—”
“Mine. My brave warrior.”
The way Njord said it sounded more like a chieftain declaring a warrior as part of hisliðthan a claim of ownership, and Thori nodded mutely. He shouldn’t fall for this fantasy, but he wanted to be important to Njord so badly.
“Yours,” Thori said. “Master. Chieftain.”
Njord’s eyes darkened, much to Thori’s delight, and he swiftly tossed off his tunic. Lightning crackled between them, and Thori arched into the sensation.
“You’re so responsive,” Njord murmured. “So eager to please me.”
Thori should probably deny such a bold statement, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie, and Njord chose his moment of speechlessness to roll his hips, pressing their bodies together. All coherent thoughts Thori had left dissolved. The lightning grew brighter, responding to their contact, weaving between them like threads of silk, binding them together. Norns, Thori could feel the connection to Njord, his power flowing back and forth between them, and Njord was feeding the connection with his own essence.
“Can you feel my storm? The waves rising?” Njord’s voice was soft with wonder. “Your thunder and lightning complement them so well.”
“Yes.”
Thori could hear them. The roaring of the waves. Deep waters churning. It was overwhelming and exhilarating. The wayNjord handled a power that could crush and drown like it was something delicate.
Njord kissed him again, and Thori opened his mouth greedily. He tasted of mead with a hint of saltiness, like storm and sea. When Njord pulled back, Thori tried to follow, chasing Njord’s addictive touch until the lightning bonds pulled tight, holding him in place. He moaned.
“Stay,” Njord commanded softly.
Thori stilled, watching mesmerized as Njord sat back on his heels between Thori’s spread thighs. The ropes of lightning shifted, loosening slightly but not releasing him, and Thori realized with a jolt that Njord was giving him an out. If he wanted to break free, he could. The power was still his, even if Njord was wielding it.
But Thori didn’t want to break free.
Instead, he relaxed, making himself pliant and soft under Njord’s weight.
“Good,” Njord said, as if he could read Thori’s thoughts. Could he maybe sense Thori’s state of mind through the connection of their powers? “So good for me.”
Thori moaned. His cock was already hard, trapped between their bodies, and every small movement sent sparks of pleasure dancing across his skin. Njord reached between them, wrapping his hand around Thori’s cock with a satisfied smirk.
“Like this?”
“Yes! More, please—”
Slowly and thoroughly, Njord started to stroke him, his free hand settling on Thori’s hip to keep him from bucking up into the touch. The lightning writhed between them, responding to Thori’s desperation, and Njord hummed in satisfaction.
