Page 11 of Last Thrall of Asgard

“Yes.” His smile softened, a bit less menacing, as he bent forward. “But this is not how I want you.” He released my chin and side-stepped past me.

I rose, assuming his dismissal for permission, but what did he mean?

When I turned, he was halfway up the stairs.

I hastened to follow.

“Tell me,” Heimdall said without checking to be sure I trailed him. “What do you know of me besides that I am the watchman?”

That question felt like a trick, but Heimdall wasn’t known for subterfuge or chaos-making like Loki. Then I remembered what he was known for, and that, in many ways, he was the true father of mankind. “You’re to blame,” I said as it hit me, still at his heels, as he began to climb the ladder to his perch, “the reason status matters. You created the classes of slaves, free men, and nobility.Youdeemed it necessary that what we are born into is all we can be.”

Heimdall answered only after he had climbed overtop the ladder and offered me a hand. “Yes. I believed it the only answer because it was what I knew. Some gods are born great, some are lesser. Some are meant to muck out stables for Odin’s steeds. Some ride into battle atop great stallions or mares of their own.But fate, one’s nature, one’s status in life, is not to be challenged. Trying to fight fate did not save any of us.”

He turned from me, walking along the platform, which was little more than a narrow walkway surrounding his bedchamber below, and at its center at the back was the large open window. Beside it, where Heimdall came to a stop to gaze out, was a great horn upon a masterfully carved pedestal. The horn curved in such a unique way that it should not have stood upright, yet it did, as if held aloft by magic.

Gjallarhorn, which he would have blown to announce that Ragnarök approached.

“I don’t understand.” I stepped between him and the horn. The view outside was more incredible and impossible to bear witness to than from the rainbow bridge. From this height, I could almost make out the structure of Yggdrasil beneath us. “You don’t believe I should fight the fate of who I was born to be, yet you do not want me to play the role of thrall? You want me to succeed and have Loki free me?”

“I do.” Heimdall’s eyes glimmered from the ambient light streaming in.Heglimmered. All of him. He gleamed like alabaster and gold. No fair or flaxen-haired maiden in Midgard could have matched his beauty while in the light of the sun. “I want you, Oli, to prove me wrong.”

At the literal top of the world, looking down on an old life as a slave I might never need to return to, the great god Heimdall, beautiful, shining, and terrifying if for nothing else than my utter awe of him…

Dropped to his knees.

“Teach me a lesson for deciding your fate before you had even uttered a breath to challenge it, and I will be the thrall, Oli, serving you as my master.”

“…what?”

“Command me.” Heimdall grasped one of my hands and brought it to his throat above his golden choker. “Use me. I am not the one in control. You are. And I will do anything and everything you ask of me because here, now, I serve you.”

I scarcely dared breathe, yet I allowed my fingers to wrap firmer around Heimdall’s neck as he dropped his hand from my wrist in utter submission.

What was I to do with such power?

“However,” Heimdall said, “to succeed with me, to grant me what I have asked of you as I wish it, you must act as a true noble would. Make me feel as if I was the one born a thrall, one who can only obey. Hesitate or hold back in any way, and you will have disappointed me.”

And failed the pact that would grant me my freedom.

I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t fail with the first god presented to me. Iwould not, not if what was being asked of me was to take what I wanted from a god, the way so much had been taken from me.

“If you are the thrall…” I squeezed Heimdall’s throat, tilting him backward by that firmer hold. “Speak only when spoken to.”

Heimdall’s eyes twinkled, and his lips, having parted with the faintest utterance of a gasp, sealed shut.

It couldn’t be this easy, could it? “You’re really going to allow this? Anything I want? Youswearyou will not reclaim your position or control unless I hesitate?”

Since he had been spoken to, Heimdall’s lips parted again, and he said, “I swear it. You are the master, Oli, and you can do whatever you wish with me.”

I tilted him back further. I wanted so much, too much to guess all I might ask of him. “Do you already know what I am going to do? You see all, even the future.”

“I can choose to not know, just as I can choose to not watch.”

“But you watched me.” I ran my thumb over the bulb of his throat. “I can’t be the most beautiful or talented mortal to watch getfucked.”

“Perhaps not, but you were always the most enjoyable to witness.”

How strange to realize I believed he meant that. “You do not get to witness this time.” I squeezed his throat tighter, and he wheezed from the added effort to draw breath. “You get to feel. To taste. Now…” I released him but held my stance, hovering with my groin in front of his face. “Take out my cock.”

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