Page 34 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Freyja, please guide your vessel on her journey.
Just as before, Iola was deathly still, with the only sign she was still alive being her slow, even breaths. I continued singing—had started going into a trance myself—when Surt abruptly spoke.
“What’s wrong, Iola?”
My rhythm faltered, and I snapped my attention to her face, wondering what the giant had noticed.
Is she hurt?!
Iola sighed and opened her eyes, although she kept her gaze averted. “It’s just… nothing’s happening. I would say I don’t know why, but… the truth is, I-I can’tforcea vision. They usually just… come to me.”
She tensed, and I realized to my horror that she thought we wouldpunishher for her confession. My gaze shifted to Surt, who looked as scandalized as I felt.
Interesting…
“Sötnos.”The nickname continued to slip easily from my tongue. “I’m not as familiar with GreekPythias,but ourVölvaswere held in extremely high regard—including by the gods themselves. The gift of prophecy is sacred indeed.”
Iola finally met my gaze again, and I had to physically restrain myself from going to her when I sawtearswelling up in her pretty amber eyes. “So w-why can’t I make the vision happen?” she sniffled.
Jör whined in response to her distress, and even Surt looked mildly sympathetic when he turned to face me. “Were you chanting a differentvardlökkurlast time? Or was Iola lying in a different position—”
“It was the same!” I snapped, mostly because I wanted more than anything to ease her concerns. “The only difference is that immediately prior to her last vision, I’d walked in on her and Jör…”
No…
If Iola requires sex magic for her visions, I am going to perish.
The room fell into an uneasy silence as the implications of my half-statement were absorbed. Iola looked slightly embarrassed—which only made my protective instincts roar to life all over again—while Surt was already backing toward the bedroom door.
“If that’s the case, I will gladly return to my research,” he mumbled, sounding suspiciously close to frantic. “There’s absolutely no need for me to be involved with this sorcery.” With that, one of the most formidable warriors I’d ever known turned tail and practically fled from the room.
Perhaps I’m not the only one struggling with… urges.
Unsurprisingly, Jör had already bounded across the room to join Iola on the bed. “Ooh! I volunteer as tribute. Use me, oh lovelyVölva!I am your willing servant.”
Iola giggled as he began peppering her with wet kisses, blessedly cured of her insecurities. Not for the first time, I was grateful for the snake’s sunny personality.
Not to mention, the sight of them together is addicting.
The last thing I wanted was to follow Surt out of the room, but I also wished to respect Iola’s boundaries. “I can also leave if you want me to—”
“No!” she interrupted, breathless as she pulled Jör’s tiny shirt over his head. “I want you to stay. Towatch.”
My prayers have been answered.
Not trusting myself to speak, I simply sat on the end of the bed—giving them space while remaining within ‘supervising’ range. Under different circumstances, Iola’s inability to access her visions might have worried me, but the only thing that mattered right now was the breathtaking pair in front of me.
Iola set aside the staff and feathers and reached for Jör’s pants, only to have him bat her hands away. For a moment, I thought he was playing the brat, but then realized he wasnervous.
What’s the matter, beibe?
“Jör.” Iola’s stern voice immediately had him sitting up straighter. “We talked about this.” When he didn’t respond, she reached forward and gripped his chin, forcing him to look at her. “I will be pleased with whatever I see. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Master,” he replied, gracefully sliding off the bed and moving his hands back to the waistband of his colorful shorts. “Every part of me is made to please you.”
These two are going to be the death of me.
“Very good, pet,” she replied—her gaze locked on the reveal. “Now show me. Show me what belongs to me.”
