Page 9 of Last Thrall of Asgard

“Says who? Maybe not as he was. But then none of us are only what we were or what you see.” Loki released me, and I stared at the unmoving snake. This would have to be enough to trust that the trickster god would make good on his word.

A free man. Could I really be that? And all from bedding… the All Father himself?

“I’m not sending you to Odin first,” Loki said, as if plucking the thought from my mind. “No, we wouldn’t want to start with him. First! You are going there.”

He pointedup.

I looked, remembering we stood beneath the floating watchtower, with no discernable way to reach it.

“Um, how?”

“Oh! Forgive me.” Loki snapped his fingers, and a new part of the rainbow bridge branched off the main road as an arched pathway to the floating hall. “To our watchman! He sees all, so he is expecting you, though not all will be. I owe it to him to be the first since, well, we did kill each other during that mess.” He waved his hand back toward Asgard.

In the stories, Loki’s battle during Ragnarök was with…

The floating watchtower was Himinbjörg.

“The Hall of Heimdall,” I said.

“More like a tall cottage.” Loki shrugged. It was smaller than most of the halls I’d seen in the city. “Before Ragnarök, though, it was filled with celebration.”

“Not anymore?”

“No. Now, Heimdall is no longer needed to be on the lookout for our end of days. Those days are here. He seeks something else.” Loki’s eyes traveled down my body, so quickly, just a flick of his lids and flutter of his lashes, that I almost missed it.

It made me wonder—what didheseek? Would he indulge in my body too, like the others?

And why did that appeal to me so much?

Hewashandsome. Pretty even. Lithe. Alluring. Terrifying, yes, but enchanting all the same. The stories of the gods spoke of them as being the best of us. Better in appearance. Ability. Virility.

I supposed lying with gods didn’t have to be all bad. Might even be fun.

“What will be expected of me?” I asked, gazing up the rainbow trail.

“He’ll let you know.”

When I turned my head to look at Loki again, he was gone.

Of course he was.

But if this was to be my fate, best to get to it. I had to believe, had to hope, had to…praythat Loki followed through with my reward.

Returning my attention to the hall in the sky floating upon clouds, I began my ascent.

Heimdall awaited.

The following chapter contains:

Roleplay, Role Reversal, Submissive Play (pretend Master/Slave), Rough Play, and Spanking.

Chapter two

The Visionary

OLI

Heimdall’s hall was more than a cottage, even if small in appearance from the outside compared to the others I’d glimpsed through the gates of Asgard. Inside, it almost seemed doubled in size, like a trick of the mind. There was no door, just an archway leading in like Asgard’s entryway. Why would the gods need doors when the weather in Asgard was always fair?

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