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Part 19: Her right hand cast over heaven's rim
| "Hello lovely." Atle looks like a giant against the backdrop of the darkening sky. "Hello yourself." I can't help smiling, despite of everything. We grew up together. A pair of kids from the Far East Mountains, in the court of Regin. Atle was a royal, I was nobody. But he always treated me as his little sister. Defended me savagely. He broke Sigurd's arm when he put his hand on me one night, drunk off his ass on mead he stole from the great hall. They have been enemies ever since, in fierce competition. Atle was sweet on Bryn. Sigurd was courting her sister, Gunnhild. Left her and went after Bryn. Killed a dragon for her, to prove his superiority. A harmless baby dragon. Fafni. The only son of my mentor. My mouth fills with bile. "You look menacing." "I'm going to kill him, Atle. I'm going to kill Sigurd." He shakes his head. "No, you will not. You are a swan maiden. You will not ruin your life because of that pissfucker. Besides, I wanted to kill him since he put his filthy paw on you. Dibs on the bitch." "I have to tell you something. About Swanhild." By the time I finish the story, he's crying. But not for long. We talk until nightfall. Plan. He slips away in the night. Hunting for Sigurd. I head upstream. Tracking Swan. "Maiden?" I wake up, startled. Takes time until I realize it was only a dream. Sky was kissing me, his face flushed, breathing hard. My hand on his throat. Calling out for me. I touch the Mountain rune on my arm. Hasn't stopped burning since I left him with Eir. "Maiden?" I freeze. My hand grasps the handle of the whip. I turn and lash out at the same time. He falls to the ground, screaming. I got him. Put my booth on his throat, raise my dagger. His eyes are huge, following my hand. I touch the dagger to his eyebrow. Pull it down softly, carefully. All the way down to his ear. Then following the artery, down to the pit between his collarbones. Nick him. He gasps, more out of surprise than pain. A thin stream of blood trickles down on the side of his neck. I kneel down on his chest. Raise my knife again. Put it on his lips. Look at him in silence. Recognize him, at last. "Gunnar." "Yes." "Who sent you?" The tip of my dagger traces a meandering line on his face. "Bryn." He smiles at the mention of her name. Oh boy. "She wanted to have a message delivered?" "She wanted to give me to you. As a homecoming present." Gunnar looks at me, smiling. Waiting. Wanting to be used. His lips part when I bend down to kiss him. He sighs when I press my dagger against his neck. Just to make him feel the coldness of the blade. I slide down, sensing him harden under me. Swift flick of my hand, slashing his shirt. A thin red line seeping into the linen. He looks down. Smiles. Blue eyes, gazing into mine. Full of promise. My hands rip off the shirt. Blindfold him with it. He is hard, trembling with desire as I touch his nipple with the tip of the blade. He puts his arms above his head as we kiss, crossing his wrists. I taste his longing. "Get undressed." His whole body shakes and writhes as I ride him. I mark his shoulder with my dagger as I come. He cries out, explodes inside me. I cut away the blindfold, now wet with his tears. "Thank you." His voice is drowsy. Content. I put down my blanket, beckon him closer. He nestles into my arms. Smiles. "Was I good?" Blue eyes, reminding me of Sky. "Perfect." I kiss his eyes shut. Watch him fall asleep, looking at the mark on his shoulder. A cross, the viking rune for G as Gunnar. Exactly the same shape as the Mountain rune for B. He does not know yet, but I marked him for Bryn. |
Continuation:
Part 1 (15 sep 2023)Part 2: Learn it well and tell it to others (2 may 2019)
Part 3: As a blood-red cloud darkens the sky (3 may 2019)
Part 4: Only the Valkyries can choose the slain (3 may 2019)
Part 5: Spears will shatter shields will splinter (4 may 2019)
Part 6: Swords will gnaw like wolves through armor (4 jun 2019)
Part 7: Let us now wind the web of war (10 may 2019)
Part 8: With swords unsheated away from here (6 may 2019)
Part 9: Let us advance and wade through the ranks (30 mar 2020)
Part 10: The shafts are iron-bound and arrows are the shuttles (17 may 2019)
Part 11: The Valkyries go weaving with drawn swords (14 sep 2019)
Part 12: We sang well victory songs (10 may 2019)
Part 13: Where friends of us are exchanging blows (17 may 2019)
Part 14: The web of man grey as armor (14 sep 2019)
Part 15: Will cross it with a crimson weft (15 may 2019)
Part 16: Where the warrior banners are forging forwards (17 may 2019)
Part 17: The news of disaster will spread through lands (14 sep 2019)
Part 18: The Sun, sister of the Moon from South (10 jul 2019)
Part 19: Her right hand cast over heaven's rim (27 may 2019)
Part 20: No knowledge she had where her home should be (4 jun 2019)
Part 21: The Moon knew not what might was his (30 mar 2020)
Part 22: The stars knew not where their stations were (30 mar 2020)
Part 23: From below the dragon dark comes forth (21 jun 2019)
Part 24: The bodies of men on his wings he bears (14 sep 2019)
Part 25: Then sought the Gods their assembly-seats (14 sep 2019)
Part 26: Thence come the maidens, mighty in wisdom (6 jul 2019)
Part 27: One did I see in the wet woods bound (27 jul 2019)
Part 28: Wise shall he seem who well can question, and also answers well (14 sep 2019)
Part 29: Nought is concealed that men may say amongst the sons of men (10 sep 2019)
Part 30: Speak thou of hell, for of heaven I know (30 oct 2019)
Part 31: All to know that I fain would ask, who shall vengeance win for the evil work (28 sep 2019)
Part 32: No wise-woman art thou, nor wisdom hast (13 oct 2019)
Part 33: Maiden, awake! Wake thee, my friend. (18 oct 2019)
Part 34: My sister Hyndla, in thy hollow cave! (18 oct 2019)
Part 35: Already comes darkness and ride must we (5 jan 2022)
Part 36: To Valhall, to seek the sacred hall (23 oct 2019)
Part 37: The favour of Allfather seek we to find, to his followers gold he gladly gives (11 nov 2019)
Part 38: And to Sigurd he gave a sword as gift (14 nov 2019)
Part 39: Triumph to some, and treasure to others (2 dec 2019)
Part 40: To many wisdom, and skill in words (12 dec 2019)
Part 41: Fair winds to the sailor, to the singer his art and a manly heart to many a hero (31 dec 2019)
Part 42: From the stall now one of your wolves lead forth (29 mar 2020)
Part 43: Falsely thou asketh me, Freya, to go (16 apr 2020)
Part 44: For so in the glance of thine eyes I see (5 may 2020)
Part 45: On the way of the slain thy lover goes with thee (6 may 2020)
Part 46: Wild dreams, methinks are thine when thou sayest my lover is with me (15 aug 2021)
Part 47: On the way of the slain (11 may 2020)
Part 48: Long is the way, long must thou wander (15 aug 2021)
Part 49: But long is love as well (20 may 2020)
Part 50: Thou mayst find, perchance, what Thou fain wouldst have (15 aug 2021)
Part 51: If the Fates their favor will give (13 jul 2020)
Part 52: And now I have what I ever hoped (17 jul 2020)
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