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Tyr.

The old god of war and justice looked me up and down within the clear water of the hot spring and grinned. “Aren’t you a pretty thing? Mouthy too, I’ve heard. What was it you mocked about my stump?”

Oh fuck.

The following chapter contains:

Dubius Consent (only at first), Cross-Dressing, Threesome, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, and Acrotomophilia (sexual interest/practice with an amputee).

Chapter six

The Expert

OLI

Where was Loki? Had this been planned? Why no appearance of mocking and double-speak, of denying he wanted me for himself, as much as he clearly wanted absolution for his wrongs? Had I angered him so much by trying to push him, by trying to brush his hair aside andseehim, that he’d doomed me?

My fear as Tyr approached made me attempt to scramble out of the water, but I stumbled upon the slick surface and thumped back down with a splash.

“Calm yourself, boy. I mean you no harm.” Tyr’s voice boomed as powerfully as Thor’s too and also seemed equally as jovial. For now.

“Great Tyr, I swear, I would never mock a man who’s lost his—”

“But a god who lost a limb is fair game?” Tyr chuckled, stopping at the edge of the hot spring to remove his undergarments with a tug at their ties. He was half hard and sprang upward with a bounce. Then he started to stroke himself. “I mean only to take my turn. Or do you have no interest in a god who doesn’t need you like the others?”

It was admittedly distracting trying to converse while Tyr’s cock grew harder in his hand. Hislonehand. But he had lost it well before Ragnarök, and it was clear he felt no infirmity in its absence, if he ever had. “No need of me, you say?”

“Oh, I need.” Tyr ceased his stroking and licked his fingers of his prerelease. “But not like they do. I have been through all this before. Not as brutally brought about as the fighting during Ragnarök, but I know what it means to rise and fall as the most venerated of the gods.” He climbed into the hot spring to join me.

That was true. Some of the oldest stories implied Tyr was once worshipped more than Thor or Odin.

As he loomed over me, thick cock like an arrow aimed at my face, I saw his bracers, made of some unknown gleaming metal that he did not mind getting wet when he sank to his knees. They bore his rune, like its own arrowhead point.

“I know your words were more to mock my prowess in bed than the number of my limbs,” Tyr said. “I assure you,boy, I get along fine with one hand, but my prowess I will have to prove.”

“Please!” I flattened myself to the hot spring wall. “I am without Thor’s belt!”

Tyr was already straddling me, heavy but not crushing, and took my face in hand with what I hoped remained a tender touch. “I can be gentle. Until we get to using mystump, of course,” He kissed me fiercely, ending with a tug at my lower lip. “We’ll see if I am joking about that in due time.”

I prayed he was. Even Freyr wasn’t as large as a man’s forearm.

I tried to calm my thoughts, to enjoy Tyr’s lips and weight and eager hands—hand—trailing down my stomach beneath the water. The tease of his tongue circling my lips made me think of Thor’s circling my hole. These gods were hardly dull fucks, and I hadn’t failed to enjoy myself so far.

Why then did I miss Loki so much when I had a god who wanted me right here upon my thighs?

I thought I saw the wag of that black dog’s tail and tore my mouth from Tyr’s.

Nothing was there.

“Looking for someone else?”

“No! I… thought I saw a dog.”

That straightened Tyr’s spine, and he looked cautiously over his shoulder. “Better not be.”

Right. “You’re not exactly a fan of hounds,” I said. Considering one had eaten his hand—Fenrir—and another killed him during Ragnarök—the guardian of Hel, Garm.

“Hounds have their uses, but far from me. If youwerelooking for someone else, we’ll be joined in due time.” Tyr returned to crowding me against the hot spring wall and kissed my neck.

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