“On your back,” he ordered, though his voice was all soft.
Leaning forward, he guided Thori where he wanted him, mindful to keep touching him, to never lose contact. Lying him out on the furs was easy. It felt like they’d already spent a lifetime touching, learning each other’s bodies.
The veil between the worlds was thin tonight indeed, giving their surroundings a strange and dreamlike quality. Njord could feel theseiðrflowing all around them, making the candles flicker and the red embers in the brazier flare. A truly powerful blessing. A huge wave, ready to tear away everything in its path.
Thori’s grip on his shoulders tightened.
“Please—”
The wave broke, and Thori arched his back, gasping. When he collapsed back onto the furs, a sickly green hue dulled his usually radiant amber eyes.Seiðr. Way more than Thori could cope with. He tried to pull Njord closer somehow, but ended up pawing uselessly at his shoulders. A broken moan slipped past his lips.
“Please—”
Gods, Njord knew what he had to do. Only he hadn’t expected that it would feel so utterly wrong to use Thori like this. Still, leaving him to be consumed by the magic rolling over them was even more cruel. So, Njord kissed him, filthy and deep. He gave Thori’s cock a few perfunctory strokes while fumbling with his free hand for the vial of oil he kept in the chest next to his bed.
Thori whined when he took his hands from him to coat his fingers, but Njord shut him up with another kiss.Hel, unable to shield himself from the power around them as he was, Odinsson would stand no chance of surviving the ritual on his own. Njord was glad that they wouldn’t have to test how the whole affair would turn out if they performed the ritual themselves. He would give Thori just enough pleasure to ride out the spell, nothing more. All he would do was ensure his thrall’s survival so Thori could pay his debt.
Gingerly, he slid his hand down Thori’s cock and nudged against his entrance. Even the gentle touch earned him another lewd moan and a roll of hips. Thori should refuse to take anything into his body, even if it was only Njord’s fingers. The fact that he was pressing down on them revealed just how far he was carried away by the spell. Njord had to hold him down by straddling his thigh to keep him even remotely still.
Writhing under his touch, Thori continued to make the most delightful little noises as Njord slowly opened him up. Two fingers should suffice for what he needed to do.
“Are you still with me, Odinsson?”
A half-lidded gaze from dull eyes.
“Thori?”
“Huh?”
He looked so soft. So vulnerable. It made Njord feel all funny.
“Look at me.”
Giving a gentle thrust of his fingers, he watched Thori’s pupils dilate.
“I want you to concentrate on our connection. Can you feel that?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good.”
He moved carefully, paying attention to every quiver of Thori’s body and every stutter of his breath. It was so easy to findthe right rhythm, flowing with the waves of magic surrounding them. And it didn’t take long until he found the spot that made Thori shudder all over. He leaned down to kiss the moans right from Thori’s parted lips.
“Don’t fight theseiðr. Just let it wash over you. Let me handle the rest. Let me keep you afloat.”
Thori clutched his shoulders as if he were indeed keeping him from drowning.
“Just like that,” Njord purred.
Spreading his legs a little wider, Thori allowed him even better access.
“That’s it. You’re being such a good little thrall.”
Later, Njord would tell himself he was taunting Thori, that his words were meant to humiliate, not to soothe, but if he was being honest with himself, he wanted Thori to feel safe. At least while this moment lasted.
He took his time guiding Thori to the edge, kissing him languidly and giving him a slow but steady rhythm. Like waves rolling ashore. Even. Unhurried.
He could feel Thori’s breath ghosting over his lips.
