Page 29 of Freyr's Hirdman

And I knew it was in no small part because of me.

It had been a long road here, the last burst of it in short order, but a long road to the start of our courtship. When I first met Freyr, he was wed to another and seemed forever out of reach. It was sad in a way but not something to mourn, for Freyr had said to me himself, “Sometimes, the ones that come before or who seem like roadblocks along the way are necessary to reach an earned end.”

All of ours had led us to each other. My king, my lord, my Fricco to me.

And me, Freyr’s hirdman, to him.

“While Unna slumbers, I think I have another use for this harness we might try.” I held it up to dangle and sway in front of Freyr’s eyes.

“Oh?” He used just as leading and like-minded a tone. Good, because I could not get the vision of his bound cock out of my head, and thus, I intended to see it in person.

“Oh yes. And considering this gift is from Loki, I think he’ll approve.”