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- Josie -

Her body varied between hot and cold, sweat and goosebumps. Her limbs still trembled a little after that orgasm.

“Let’s cool down,” Bragr said just as she was about to think harder about how to say ‘can we go outside?’ in his language. Her brain had partly shut down and needed some kind of reboot.

He took her hand and held her steady. Her knees wouldn’t carry her right away.

He led her out through the main room of the hut, and they crawled out into the snow.

Josie lay down forwards in the snow, cooling down her front after that sauna experience. Then she rolled over and enjoyed the sight of the myriad of stars above. It was a much more impressive sight than from Earth, which led her to lazily think that the sun Straum was either part of a star cluster or closer to the galactic center than the Sun. She was starting to think that Gardr was further from Earth than she first guessed.

The thought should have made her panic, but she just smiled at the remarkable sight of Bragr doing a naked forward roll in the snow. Holy cow, he was good back there in the sauna. And he didn’t seem to mind that certain parts of her hadn’t seen a razor in just about forever.

She couldn’t help it. He was so big and strong and larger than life. He’d protected her and kept her totally free of injury, while he had taken a lot of knocks instead of her.

And, most remarkably, he made her feel good about herself. As if she was worth protecting, as if she was some kind of warrior. If this was what being abducted was always like, then she almost wished it had happened before.

Bragr bent down, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. “Let’s go inside. You’ll sleep well tonight, I think.”

Back inside, the hut seemed warm and inviting. It was annoying that it didn’t have a real door, but she finally figured out why. The way it was built, like an igloo with small stones instead of big ice blocks, the structure couldn’t handle any weak point. If they wanted a door, they’d have to find a long, thick slab of rock that would act as a crossbeam above it. It would ruin the smooth look of the dome. So it was fine the way it was, she decided generously.

“It’s a good hut,” she stated for no particular reason as she sat down on a heap of furs. “Is your home like this?”

“My home is the jarlagard of Hjalmarheim,” Bragr rumbled as he scooped up more of the casserole onto her plate. “It’s bigger than this. And much newer, although still ancient. But I agree with you. This is a good hut.”

He handed her the plate and she dug in, then took the time to completely drain a full cup of water that he handed to her. Then another.

“Good,” he said with approval. “The bastu makes us sweat, and the old water must be replaced by new.” He drank several ladlefuls himself.

She glanced up at him. He was still visibly aroused, and she felt a sting of guilty conscience. She came so hard, and he hadn’t. She wanted to be nice to him, but what if she didn’t do a good job? She supposed she could ask him to teach her, but he sure didn’t need her teaching him, so it would feel weird.

Well, he kidnapped me,an impish side of her pointed out.Maybe it’s only fair that the sexual satisfaction is a little uneven right now.

But I want to,she argued with herself.Look at that thing! It’s the strangest body part I’ve ever seen. And it’s really hard. Because of me! I want that in my mouth. I want to see what kind of noises I can force out of him, the way he did to me.

The thought made the tingles down below start again.

“How is your foot?” she asked to avoid throwing herself at him. Again.

“It feels better,” he said, rotating the ankle. “The snow helped. Still I’m curious to see if you have the abilities of a healer. They sometimes use their hands only.”

“We can try.” She changed her position on the fur.

Bragr sat down in front of her and carefully placed his foot on her lap.

It was a big foot, as it had to be on a giant like him. Still there was a delicacy to it, and the fine tattoos amplified that feeling.

“When did you get these?” Josie asked, tracing the fine gold lines and curves. They didn’t seem to depict anything, and when she followed one line, it kept splitting into finer ones that soon became too thin to track.

“The Marks? It was many years ago. It’s a part of the trials that every warrior must pass through.”

Josie carefully massaged his foot, trying to avoid putting any pressure on the swollen parts. “Because they’re painful?”

“Oh, getting the Marks in the Ice Caves is very painful indeed. But it’s quick, and it’s the last part of the trials. When you have them, and if you don’t die while getting them, you’re a Warrior of Hjalmarheim and you will forever be recognized as one, all over Gardr.”

Josie put her hands around the widest part of his foot and just held them there, closing her eyes and willing everything inside to heal. As a good scientist she didn’t believe in healing by touch, but a better scientist would experiment. Her lace had never shown any tendencies to have healing properties, but it seemed that it was coming seriously off its leash on this planet, so maybe it was worth a try. “How can it be quick to get tattoos like that?”

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