(Writer's note: Edited the original first 3 chapters even further to match newer wordcount choices, also changed the concept of a 'Pyramid Scheme' to a 'Gini Coefficient,' the scientific term for spreading materials or wealth equally in an internal system or economy.
Also, gonna have a writing pause, will be travelling between homes for a bit, some studies for college and finding opportunities for a job are getting difficult, have lemons as compensation.)
POV: Heath Dollen.
Date: Góa 13th, 798 AD. (Alt: 24th February, 799 AD.) Location: Götaland (Ancient Sweden.)
Our protagonist rubs his ear in confusion and rising fear, feeling as if he misheard. Yet knowing that with his photographic memory, there had been no falsehood.
"You want a baby?" The great scientist God's same hand reaches for his face, rubbing his brows and lids with a flattened palm in overesteemed shock as her face told of everything she wished for, breath playing heavier than before the couple's hunting trip and him coming up the steps a little while prior after a full morning's worth of work.
"." She turned close, her presence sidling Heath into a corner of their two-story apartment room as she slowly unfurled her leather dress onto the floor, a light-absent stare from their muted room as her muscular body was outlined under the ceiling lamp. 'Holy shit.' Heath internally freaked out, never having experienced her coming onto him as hard as she was doing now. "My snærrskina (Shining snow,) I have work, could we do this later?" He visibly flinched as she planted a wall-palm next to his shoulder, the sound travelling through the sound insulation in its minor *Slamming*.
"No." She would hurry into him, pure lips smacking into his own with a tongue that strangled his as a python to its prey. The great Huntress wrapped her own arm behind his head, grinding onto his trousers while using her free fingers to snap his clothes off telepathically.
On whatever instincts had been left behind from his mortal form, he had already recreated himself to the right size and shape, the same tool that connected itself to his wife, and if there was no way to stop her, why not do as she asks? He let go of his paranoia, moving his hands towards snatching her ass, spreading it to give her greater access. He used the other in holding her head, their eyes now meeting as her own lust turned towards his thumb, sucking it herself while giving dreamy eyes.
"*Huᵘuᵘuᵘ~*What brought*UMPH*this on?" He kept his mouth open in overwhelming awe at how rough she was being. "*Harsh breath out*h-You." Skaði would bite out in English, making him chuckle wide enough to force her way back in, tongue and all. She was getting into it deep, running her fingers through his beard and back as her positioning made his spine bend in frenzy.
She took charge today, teleporting them onto the bed as she raised both of his legs upwards with his dick vulnerable to her own scissoring into his in Amazonian posturing. She plunged herself, teeth threatening out in horniness towards biting the air before trailing her next sounds of pleasure out. Her feelings that had been dormant the full day, finally released, him keeping his grip against the sheets while she saddled his thighs. Her sexual appetite and a bedding revenge unsatiated after experiencing their last together.
Heath's face morphed, mouth ovalling in being put into position, his eyes closed in such extreme emotion that he came close to cumming that thrusting reversal, he tried holding it in, yet she sensed his tenseness and pushed her cunt onto his in ploughing.
"*HʰHʰGᵍGᵍHʰHʰ!*-" He shot a now-fertile load into the flesh walls with spurts, it threatening to drizzle out of her in its quantity, yet her own kegelling holding it at bay. ""-*Hah*"" 'Am I. . . A sub?' He asked himself with his fingers enclenched onto the covers in telling of his found awakening, the opposite eyeing her prize in a 'now you realise' nose raise. She pulled upwards, letting the spunk dollop roll out of her before stroking his cock into erecting again. She bedslammed his legs, straddling in thrusts while staring into his face with her blue pearls peering into his brown gems.
*Crack* A sound from the CrCoNi bed's frame turned due to their excessive strength. Heath began forming his will to fix the leg, but his own was buried by the Goddess's. She etched her lips onto his neck, suckling at his sternal head to make his brain freeze from her recently learned dominatrix tactics.
They toppled down leftwards to work for her favour. She stood up and rotated around, turning with her ass in full view before smashing a reverse cowgirl, the sound of the metal frame against the carpeted floor from her insertional humping a hissing sporadism. This continued on for long enough that it dug a fucking groove into the floor, collating to the orgasmic milking that was done, the laugh she made afterwards a hypnotic boon that enthralled his thoughts. He lays there, feeling drained by the damn fox wrapped around him, her hand flowing over his hairy chest while breathing their musk.
"You. . . Complete me." She would hoarsely flame while breathing the fumes that built up from their tussle, a scent she felt blessed in feeling with someone she had spent 500 years within ETERNAL, feeling their every moment binding them further into this marriage.
He turns his head, giving her a resting kiss while nuzzling himself in as he repairs the bed and carpeted floor below them. "Fruit?" Heath asks her, knowing she usually has a soft spot for something sweet after 'this.' "*Mhm*Some plums." She would ask with a mumbling tone, him now appearing with some slices and feeding her by hand, she kept her mouth open, letting him put them in halves at a time. "Th'nk u (Thank you.)" She spoke through the last mouthful. "Well, want a shower?" Heath waggled his lashes, the fluttering making Skaði push him on the shoulder in self-restraint from pouncing on him and following in firing up off the bed.
"*?*" Heath turned around, sensing something off, crossing that her eyes snapped up after facing his sacrum, now away in shyness. "You like my butt?" The top row of his teeth widened with lip-pressed surprise at finding something else she sortied. From her being noticed, she blushed, the exact opposite of how she was taking control of their 'bodily perusal.'
"It is fine, I am the same to you." He would state while rubbing her locks in running water that turned to ice flakes against her skin, continuing by rehanding the knob to turn up the temperature to near steaming. "You are too good for me." She hugged him, one behind his left shoulder while the other massaged his right glute, handling the muscle with the consistency of a memory foam mattress. Now it took longer to shower, but, eh, it did not matter. By the time they came out of their room, there was an unexpected prize.
A sensation of a proto-soul as large as a salt grain started forming under her belly, and growing at a pace visible to their eyes. "Right, Gods and their different rules." The now-turned tall God sips at his mug of sweetened tea, realising that the baby would be born in a month or 2.
"So you feel it is a boy, eh?" He would mumble into an ear from seeing the mouthing of the predicted gender, her nodding in turn while eating green-coloured cotton candy. "A useful trick. And. . . How many would you want?" An open-ended question that was obvious to her. "5." She would speak after finishing her stick, Heath jerking his head in almost choking before realising he did not need to breathe, again. "Thinking of names?" He would put down his empty ceramic, wrapping his 2 hands together in recollecting his form.
"You choose." She would magically modify the skewer used to hold the cotton candy into a little figurine, its appearance a mini-Heath with exaggerated features. "I named my other children." Heath would recreate more tea for himself in the mug.
"I found your choice of Sæmingr as a name from my home realm rather fitting." The retelling of what would have been with who she saw as 'the manipulator' that he was had made her finger twitch in annoyance, touching the little figurine's hand with her nail. "That was me from before your time. Not
"Alright, what name to choose. . ?" Skaði would rub her belly, feeling the growth of the new Godly child as certain as certainty could be. She raises a finger, then points towards her husband. "What are the ancient Indo-European words for strength again?" The great Huntress's question was met with "'*Dóru,' '*Kret-' or '*Tewĥ.'" as options.
"How about 'Kretos?'" Heath shook his head to that. "That is another name for the Greeks' Personification of strength, Κράτος (KRATOS (Krátos).)" He closes his senses for a moment, reopening to then give his own example. "'Tewĥtós?' or modernised to Teutos, similar to '*Telhtós' that led to the creation of the myth of the artificial golem Τάλως (TALOS (Tálos).)" The tall God realised it sounded ugly, and even if it was chosen, it is too close to the Teutones, a tribe that prospectively named the Teutonic Knights, and he cancels himself before self-stumping towards another conclusion.
"Any other examples?" Well, seems they were in a bit of a bind. Heath scratched his beard before giving a few other options, such as "'*Meg(h)-' or '*Ḱek-' that mean 'to be able.' Though now that I think of it, ignore the latter option, do not want to sound as if summoning the (Naqada II) Ogdoad Personification of darkness." His statement was met with an acted look, as if learning the secrets of the world.
"How many more Gods do you know?" Skaði's curiosity as both a scholar and a hunter of knowledge played in hand. "If I were to count the total existing? 687. Quite a few from the वैदिक (Vaidik (Vedic)) and पौराणिक (Paurāṇika (Puranic)) ones of भारतवर्ष (Ancient India.)" Heath saw her raise a quizzical faceting, readying herself towards another query. "Which would you say has the most powerful?" She saw him enter his subconscious, using the referencing through the sigil to estimate it to a more accurate result.
"I would say the बुद्ध धर्म्म (Búddha Dharma (Buddhist)) is second and the वैदिक (Vaidik (Vedic)) religion as first in having the most influential with their higher population and more faithful hegemony compared to our side of the continent." . . .
"And if we were to go by current popularity as of this century, the current dominating dynasty of the राष्ट्रकूट (Rāṣṭrakūṭa Empire) would worship शिव (Śiva (Shiva)) theologically. Their God of time, tranquility and the arts, and with so much to his name, he would be able to alter us to his whims if their borders covered ours. He could easily deal with the likes of the Æsir.*Phew*Now, let us think up the name for our baby." He palms his cheeks, getting his A-game on as to figure something good before realising something.
"You caught me monologuing to make me do it, huh?" Heath would handle his shoulders with a sassy stare, her turning impish by looking away with a breezy heart. "How about, instead of using ancient words, we should name him something like Calixto (Spanish,) or Alika (Nigerian,) both meaning 'most beautiful?'"
Heath now saw her roll her shoulders in place, a muscled charm most played with her being so open with him. "We may want another Baldr, but not this time." Both would then hear footsteps coming around, seeing that it was Auðun and Arnfinnr, with steps silent in meaning. They both stare feet-first before starting a full-body bow, Heath reflectively using his magic to keep them frozen in place. "What have I said?" Heath would raise a hand onto his table with 2 fingers up to say 'stop,' the 3rd time this day alone with them.
Auðun, apologising with her eyes, pushed away her silvery hair out of the way to show the ceremonial dagger still around her neck, dual-handedly lifting it off with palms open under an honest servility that would make even Týr acknowledge.
Others see the giving of this present, with them taking the teens' courage as a 'greenlight' to turn the event into a 'þing' congregation. The dual Gods realised the build up of this assembly, he was about to warp them out in a finger snap before being stopped by his lover, her own realising that these were people that have come to see him as their hope for the future, something she would have voiced herself, too, if not made to keep up appearances. In total, they were given enough gifts to fill their shared two-story apartment room, a soulache felt to be built up by Heath, but Skaði's lovable hospitality showed that she felt it was natural, even required for all his work done.
Egill brings over a small wreath made of enchanted bark that was made to work with his Divinity as a luck charm. Walking off in an afterstep, a few of the deer and crows that popped around followed him in sightline before cutting to the front of the crowd.
There were many built-up wants for both the deer and the crows, a joint communal gift of a celebratory invitation towards a newly-curated garden in the (forest farm) in happiness for their marriage, with another in the ready at the end of this meetup. Others, like Artkrea, were incredibly happy for them, yet it appeared there was a hint of envy in her mannerisms, sophomoric, but she should look for someone HER age. "Well I'll say." Heath would fold his thoughts in English, his mouth stretching downwards, not knowing how to respond.
"Don't feel I deserve this much." The great scientist God would claim, with Skaði thinking it was a joke before seeing that his soul was honest. She would grab his shoulder, turning him over to her direction to then make out with a roughness that told him everything he needed to know that his opinion in that regard was stupid.
The sight of their binding together sketched this memory into their minds, before returning towards more gifts being given. Surprisingly, even the miserly Ari brought something, his first-ever coin earned as a merchant. Something he would have originally killed over to have kept by his side before experiencing more of life. 'Guess he is growing a heart.' Heath's original belief in him that he would betray others, given the chance to, waned away towards a more neutral opinion, that there may be some way to help him become a less shallow character, but he will continue watching him closely.
"I will keep it safe, Ari. Thank you." Heath would thank him as he did to all other people, a silence from the scraggly man, showing a deterministic acceptance before walking off, his shoulders heavy under his recently created vibrant purple cloak that others like Arngunn followed with a vendetta for all of the pain he had caused them when they were þrælar (Thralls) to him.
The freed then came together with their own collective amassment, a weirdly wholesome hope in their souls to be his butlers and maids, to be eternally bound to him. 'Seriously?' "No-" Heath's dismissal that could have been found as hard-hearted to the otherwise simple people of this era was met with Skaði's quieting by covering his mouth with a finger. "-We do not have a large enough home to house all of you together with us, please understand." Her readjustment of his words was gathered as being both their opinions, the large crowd accepting it before walking off with their own heavy shoulders.
Last thing around was Gorm's gift with all of the Dollens, Leif and Sigrid together as an octuplet, who had heard the commotion and quickly brought and made the night prior. People made way, giving their admired deference by lining up before letting them come to the front of the line.
It would never have been a rushed job. They had spent enough time using the time dilation abilities of the game to spend over a century figuring out the best alterations besides Grandma's own setup, who sadly could not drone in today due to her scheduled naptime. Via their gift-wrapped *Dyḗusium box with demarcated mechanical cogs in perpetuity under a minor hydrogen-powered alchemical generator, they press a button on its side, causing an internal spraying of a humidified mist within a perfectly transparent aluminium oxynitride shell with copper runic inscriptions running down its form, a water hologram playing a scene of two characters that have come to see each other as a part of themselves.[1]
A mimicked scene of their rotational floating in the starry 'sky' of their wedding, dress and suit fluttering in the air with the borealis effect orchestrated behind them, Sigrid's wandering vision flitting between the imagery and her own mind on how she would wish her wedding to appear.
The gift-earners had no need to speak of where they wished this one to go. It would go right in their lounge, even if they would never forget, a reminder of what their love will always be would be a good presentation in case they ever have comely visitors. "I think we need a bigger home." Heath would vocally flay, realising what part of the play was meant to be, with no other way to store the presents without appearing rude or distasteful, soundfully cracking his knuckles and clicking his neck before preparing a new job for himself. "*Up-up-up*" Hervor would wag her hand towards the ever-eager shapeshifter.
"Let us do it." She would turn around to Agnarr and their children, then towards the whole menagerie of possible house staff volunteers that 'luckily' appeared, phantom-esque. "You heard him, kumpánnr (Companions / Pals,) get to it!"
She would bark out the order's starting race shot, everyone rushing to the (elemental farm) so fast it was a blur to the few who were distracted. "Guess the wedding really did put them in the spirit." Agnarr would look towards Heath's direction, also giving a respectful nod to his Skaði. "About spirits. We also came up with a new flavour of alcohol with the plums, an 'Umeshu' your husband described before, we felt you may like it." The coppery man passed a printed glass bottle with a plum tree symbol surrounded by a circle in front of a flowery orchard towards the Goddess, who baubled gratefully and gave a polite head bob before opening the twisting cap to smell its contents.
"*Heh~*I will love this." She twists it back on, using the quickly learned warp magic to put it into her own personal Bag of Holding back home. "And last thing before I go." He would flexibly grab something behind his shoulder blade, an unplugged configuration to his artificial body.
A hollow, arcanely enlarged compartment dolled out to bring out a rolled scroll, unfurling it into a spelt map display towards the direction of Iðunn's tree, where Fáfnir is guarding it. "Should I?" Heath questioned his wife, not about whether he should go, but about what he had discussed before: Reincarnating Fáfnir's brother, Ótr, whom Loki had killed by crushing his skull when he was in otter form and slinking his soul away to Helheimr so long ago before manipulating the dvergr-turned-dragon into a path of guarding the sacred orchard.
He also tapped Aghi to ask in case of any change of opinion for this possible trade, but both lover and friendly weaponry, who worked as a transmission to Hel herself beside him, gave no quarter to the matter.
"Father will be most suspicious.*Sound as if her flesh melted away before re-knitting again*Be ware." Appears the one on the other side became personally worried for him through her less-monotone freting, having heard from her sister of his rather kind deed of giving the Lyngbakr (ἀσπιδοχελώνη (Aspidochelone)) a new home. Jǫrmungandr herself at first did not believe this kindness, reimagining at first that he had made the unvocal, intelligent beast disappear altogether, until hearing of his current situation from Dróttning Hel's side (With Heath's agreement on telling her.)
But she was put under oath, that as long as they told no 1 else, especially their father. Who knows what sort of screwery he would do with finding out about the Cavern's existence? Or that Heath personally fed his daughter? "*Shudder*" He did so again, this time Skaði realising the reason why, compared to when they were at the lake.
"You should have told me, my, ást-ri-ði (Rider of love, sounded to be paused between graph vowels.)" Her expression revealed the danger he had possibly put himself into back then, feeling sympathetic yet close to pinching his chest towards his self-sacrificial behaviour. "I know, ᴵ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ, I am sorry." He would bring out sweetened prunes from somewhere to appease her, grabbing a handful before side-eyeing a blue-tinted smirk. They walk as the duo that they were, her eating them in 2s before giving back 1 in feeding him by hand. Heath obliged, the scene adorable enough in even making the sentient sæxknífr (Dagger) bob in being charmed.
'Where had you learnt what we,*Uh*had done?' Heath would ask through a mind-link, turning out it was from his very own Internet, showing different catalogued fetishes and sexually 'devious' acts compared to the more simplistic times they were in.
'Well, I ain't complaining." His internal accent turned almost American in its exaggerated performance. '~But next time, le'me do the action~.' He would walk up to her, his peering seen as a challenge for her to then suggestively sway her body for none but him. "Sorry, great scientist God, great Huntress?" A voice cut their time, an icily reactive face snapping onto the perpetrator with a speed that made whoever it was realise the 'mistake' they made. "SORRY!" It was Eleanor, whose leg-buckling still nearly made her the same height as them.
"*Mᵘch* Please, you do not need to scare her, my mjǫllfagr (Beautiful snowfall.)" His kiss between her ear and chin with the new nickname turned her simmering back to a mellowing fall, yet it still appeared she may have some thoughts about this specific deer for later.
"What is wrong?" He would tap her shoulder in asking her to stand up, Sophia's sister doing it slowly while keeping her head tilted away from the direction of the Norse Personification of the hunt. "W-when, do you wish to, come to the party?" Her speech was low and slow, as skittish as a foal near the den of a dire wolf, yet Heath's hand held her by the arm, transferring his own sensations of calm and rest into her, the otherwise frightened mood within now snuffed. "Tonight." He would see her respectfully curtsy before bolting, nearly tripping her own hoof over a gate ledge before reaching the portal.
"She is sapient, you know not to scare them." Heath would frown slightly, her own centuries of experience hunting the 'less developed' of their kind an ingrained habit just by scanning their form as the food they used to be. "Sorry." She turned herself inwards, keeping the memory of her forever partner's disapproval at the forefront as a way to help better herself.
They walk in lock-step, arms crossed over their own, returning to their room for a redressing. They had a quickie before turning to matching colour outfits of his suit and a lapel-draped, swept-open knee-length short dress in black as the main body and dark silver as the internals and outlines, working well for both people as if they were meant to be. They walked into the forest through the portal, now guarded on all fronts by air and land, the deer and crows keeping an eye out, where they then finally arrive to the border of the Deer Clan's camping site, an extension made ready for royals.
The best artisans and sculptors were brought in while using the new 'portal tools' and printing machine to make a Greco-Roman-inspired architecture with a pathway lined with Corinthian-inlayed pillars that separate wall-garden beds that held a recognisable plant. Conifer saplings with aesthetically placed artificial fir and pine strobilis ornaments.
A symbol of Skaði's domain over the forests that border mountains, a beautiful growth-stage for their cones in multi-coloured arrangements, yet it could barely catch a per cent of hers. They squeeze their held hands, marching in.
[1] ᛉ (Protection / Shield / Elk,) ᛇ (Yggdrasil / Yew Tree / Dream Rune,) ᚱ (Horse / Ride / Journey / Thor Rune,) ᛟ (Heritage / Estate Rune,) ᚾ (Need / Hardship Rune,) ᛗ (Man / Human / Self Rune,) ᚠ (Cattle / Livestock / Wealth Rune,) ᛖ (Horse / Twin Forces Rune,) and ᚨ (Odin / Inspiration / Wisdom Rune.)