Page 88 of The Magic of Vanaheim

“Tired.” Håkon sighed. “And I can’t sleep in here.”

Only now did the reality of the situation begin to sink in. These were his father’s chambers, the chambers of the king. And Bergelmir was dead.

Sending Bergelmir’s bed a judgy glance, Talvi made the whole thing vanish, replacing it with a new one. Furs, pillows, and blankets were next.

“At the mound, you said it’s difficult to procure something out of thin air,” Håkon grumbled as he took off his crown. It was a marvelous thing, shiny as if made from polished ice and glowing with a blue hue from inside.

“I said it’s difficult to fly,” Talvi retorted, grinning. “Now get in bed, King of Jotunheim.”

“I won’t be able to sleep.”

Talvi hummed, his gaze turning predatory. “Is that so?”

A shudder ran down Håkon’s spine. “Not here, you savage,” he said, aiming for stern, but sounding rather breathless instead.

“Shall I raze this blasted hall to the ground then and build you a new one?”

“Talvinen! No.”

Amusement sparkling in his eyes, Talvi circled him. “Undress. And on the bed with you. I desire to help my husband sleep.”

What was left of Håkon’s resistance melted away. Doing as Talvi told him felt comforting, and it was so easy to obey him. Håkon slipped out of his clothes and made himself comfortable on the bed. An excited thrill ran through his veins at the sheer forbiddenness of their actions. If his warriors could see him now, getting naked for aVanirsorcerer…

Talvi sat down on the edge of the bed. He was still clad in his armor, regal and dangerous.

“Gudrun positioned guards at the doors, and I’m going to watch over you while you sleep,” Talvi promised. “But you, my king, are going to rest. You did so well today.”

“Talvi—”

“You protected your sister and put Bergelmir in his place. Your father’s warriors know very well that you’re going to be the better king.”

Håkon had thought that he could never be aroused under these circumstances, but Talvi’s praise stirred an unexpected heat in his belly.

“Relax,” Talvi purred, nudging Håkon’s thighs apart and wrapping a warm hand around his cock. “Let me take care of you.”

Eyes fluttering shut, Håkon was overwhelmed by sensation. Talvi shifted between his legs, leaning over Håkon to kiss him deeply. It didn’t take long until Talvi coated his fingers with oil and carefully pushed inside Håkon. The pressure was delicious.

“You’re king over two realms now, my adored husband.”

“Does that—” Håkon’s breath hitched. “Does that mean we have to live separately from now on? If I have to rule in Jotunheim and you—” He trailed off with a low whine.

Talvi chuckled. “I could get used to talking politics while fucking you.” His grip around Håkon’s cock tightened. “Let’s see… I suggest you put Gudrun and Anya in charge of the daily business in Utgard.” Talvi brushed against that spot inside that made Håkon see stars. “You’ll reside in Saeborg with me.” Another drag of Talvi’s fingers. Håkon moaned. “But we’re going to visit Jotunheim often to make sure the realm is secured.” The blissful sensations, along with Talvi’s smooth voice, were almost unbearable. “And as soon as my mothers return we can rule overJotunheim together.” Changing the angle of his thrusts, Talvi made the pleasure increase tenfold. “What do you say?”

Screaming in pleasure, Håkon came all over his belly and Talvi’s hand. Talvi stopped his hand around Håkon’s cock but rocked his fingers in Håkon’s ass a few more times, dragging incoherent little noises out of him and making white dots dance in front of his vision.

“Is that a yes?”

“Sounds…amenable,” Håkon managed.

He was rewarded with a brilliant smile and a last tantalizing thrust of Talvinen’s fingers.

“Good.” Talvi cleaned his hands and the mess on Håkon’s belly before helping him to settle under the furs. “We can figure out the rest in the morning. Sleep now,dróttning.”