Page 55 of Last Thrall of Asgard

“Such sweet words.” Odin chuckled and brought his fingers back to trail down the length of me.Allof me, from the bulb of my throat to the bob of my cock. “Is that what you need to believe for yourself too, Oli?”

Was it? That I could fail, and it would be okay, so long as I tried?

Yes.

Yes.

I had to try, and for trying to matter even if I lost.

“Yes,” I said aloud.

“Then you are stronger than me, for it is my continued struggle to believe that. But I want you to show me. I want you to try. And if at any point you cannot, simply say… Norn.”

Of course his word to put an end to our attempts at trust was to name those he had refused to believe, those who had warned him that he couldn’t fight fate.

When Odin’s hand left me this time, it was replaced by the nearness of his breath, both hot and cold on my skin, because it breathed on warm but left me cool where I was bared to the elements. The feathers, my bindings, had me mostly upright, as if standing. I couldn’t be too high if Odin could reach me.

He held a feather and used it to follow the trail of his breath across my skin. When it ventured lower down my hips andcircled my tip, he also leaned closer to graze his teeth along my neck, blunt but firm in his faint bite.

The sound of animals stirred my attention. It was like the wind had picked up, carrying distant howls, growls, rustling, and gallops. The gale blew across my skin like Odin’s breath had, and with it, the sounds grew louder. It was as if all of Odin’s Wild Hunt of spirits and beasts and restless dead were with him.

A ploy? Was he to have his way with me and feed me to his horde?

More feathers surrounded me, like the flapping of many wings on my skin, while the same blunt teeth grazed my throat, biting firmer, just a little firmer as they went. Then the feather tickling my prick turned end over end, so the sharp point of its quill was on me.

It grazed me like his teeth at first. Circled my prick again. Up its length. And then…

“Ah-ahhh!”

Odin slipped its needle-like point into my slit.

More sounds of beasts erupted, and though the intrusion felt good, almost but not quite stinging, I fought to escape the sensation.

“You sweat. You shiver. But not from pleasure. Do you wish to end this?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Am I hurting you? Do you fear me?” More feathers fluttered over me, with more howling and galloping heard, which could mean an audience as much as hungry beasts in the dark.

Were they watching? Like Loki had been and might still be watching?

The feather, thinner than most but still palpably felt within me, pushed deeper into my length.

“N-no…” For it did feel good. So good.

“But you do not trust me?”

“I…” Though part of me wanted to sayNorn, to end this now, if only to know for certain that he would heed my request and release me, wouldn’t that prove Ididn’ttrust him? He had put his trust in me, to be what he needed, what he had asked me to be, like all the others.

If I failed to return that boon, would I fail him?

Would I fail Loki?

“Speak.” The feather bindings tilted me backward and bent and spread my legs. It was like I was back on that altar but without the need for support, for the feathers had me.

Then Odin had me too. He climbed atop me, and I felt that he had disrobed. I also felt the brush of feathers and imagined him naked save either his feathered cloak, or that he was somehow made of them, like some raven beast himself.

He was as light as a raven, settling atop me, but his motion caused my bindings to rock like a swing.

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