Page 42 of Thor

“Thanks,” he said. “I’m set.”

“I’m always up for a threesome.”

Thor’s hand tightened on Elle’s at the thought of someone else touching her— even a woman.

“I’m not into those. Have a good night.”

He walked into the club and Elle pulled to a stop as she took in the expansive open room.

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“What’s a threesome?”

Thor coughed. “Uh...”

But Elle stopped listening almost as soon as he spoke. The scent of smoke and wood filled Elle’s nostrils bringing back memories of Muspelheim, and for a moment she froze. The scents and sounds reminded her of her father’s great hall. The men, drinking, laughing and... other things.

All around her men and other beings played games like darts or cards. Women in small poofy skirts and little more than a bra delivered drinks and food. They wore copious amounts of makeup and bright lipstick and each one had feathers in her hair which matched her outfit. The women smiled and laughed with the men, touching them, rubbing their shoulders, ruffling their hair. The women were every shape, size and color. Several of the women sported heavy leathery wings folded neatly on their backs. A couple more had long pointy tails poking out underneath their skirts. More than half of the women had horns in various sizes and colors. But strangely enough the most interesting women in the place were the ones who appeared completely mortal. Like the patrons of the Raven Weaver. The ones she would never have been able to tell they were anything more than human.

“Are you alright?” Thor asked.

Elle swallowed hard and nodded. Valhalla’s Throne reminded her of the underworld side of the Raven Weaver, but more masculine. Deep leather chairs. Dark smoky wood. Rustic red brick walls. Metal ceilings with beams exposed. Dim lighting made everything more mysterious and sensual.

“Thor!”

Elle turned and a mountainous man lumbered over and pulled Thor into a bear hug.

Thor said, patting the man on the back. “Come on Balder. It’s only been a couple weeks since we’ve seen each other.”

Balder set Thor back on his feet and turned to Elle. “And who is this?”

Thor took her hand. “Elle, this is Balder, my brother.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Elle.” Balder held out his tree stump sized arms for a hug but Thor set his hand on Balder’s chest.

“No.”

Balder’s light eyes sparkled as a smile twisted up the corners of his mouth. “Are you serious?”

Thor’s eyes flashed and Balder backed up a step.

“All right. All right. No need to get all powered up.” Balder held out his hand to her. “Nice to meet you, Elle.”

Elle shook his massive calloused hand. “And you, Balder.”

Balder was a bushy mountain man. Dark hair shaved on the sides and braided on top and down his back. Tattoos covered most of his exposed skin, and he sported a scruffy beard which reminded her of a bear.

“Everyone is already in the back room. Even Loki brought a girl. A feisty one.”

Elle smiled, knowing exactly how feisty Val was.

Thor nodded and led Elle through the bar to a red velvet curtain with another room on the other side. Inside the second room a stage stood at the end and half a dozen girls dressed in frilly skirts, corsets and tall black hats danced and sang and shook their bodies at the men cheering from their plush seats. Thor pulled her through the theater area and to another room. The new room again held a stage with dancing girls, but they only wore skirts and hats. Elle turned from them quickly as Thor led her to yet another room.

“How many rooms does this place have?”

“Dozens,” Thor answered.

The next room the girls wore only hats.

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