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This one is NSFW for het sex. Gabriel meets Angrboda -- they don't waste time.
Angrboda dances at the spring assemblies and the autumnal feasts, but she's a volva in training, and no young man wants to court her. Tumble her, perhaps, because she's a fine enough looking woman, with long dark hair and good teeth, and nice plump breasts if she does say so herself, but not court her.
Except Loki of Fárbautis-kamp, who is small and stocky and everyone says is a Wolf's-son behind his back. Angrboda has heard the rumors, that Laufey the Needle had sold her manslaughtering milkmaid Svala to the Wolves as a thrall in exchange for one of the non-monster children that the Wolves sometimes produced.
Angrboda doesn't know whether to believe the gossip. Loki Laufeyarson -- and that's how he introduces himself, as Laufey's son, not Fárbauti's -- is short for a Jotun, and rather broad in the shoulder, but he's friendly and curious, not at all like one of the Wolves, who are suspicious and rude even when they're trying to barter goods from one villager or another.
So at one of the parties of the fall feasting season, she finds Loki Laufeyarson listening by the musicians, nodding his head to the beat of the tambor and the plucking of the fiddle, and indicates that she would enjoy a dance.
Most young men, that would be enough to get them to offer, but Loki merely nods and agrees with her that dancing is an enjoyable activity.
Angrboda has to grab his hand and pull him upright before he figures out she expects *him* to dance with her. He seems bewildered with the idea and Angrboda thinks she might believe the rumors about him being an exiled Wolf's-son, even though it's somewhat preposterous. Wolves don't exclude of their children that way, Angrboda has been told by her teacher.
He's awkward for the first moments, but quickly catches her lead, and they are soon dancing easily in the lines, smiling at each other as they pass through the forms and orders of a dance, and wind up back together. They dance for several rounds, until the fiddler demands a rest. That's when Loki wanders off in search of hot meat and other delicacies. He comes back with a bread trencher and hot sizzling meat.
Angrboda decides that if he wants to, she'll let him tumble her tonight. He's been kind, and amusing -- he imitates various party-goers, each one more irritating and obnoxious than the last -- and she misses the camaraderie among Jotuns as she learns to be a seeress. Sometimes, she just wants a warm cock and a voice whispering affectionate lies to her in the night. Loki seems right for that.
Angrboda makes him dance with her. Gabriel doesn't mind -- it's enjoyable enough a pastime, and it helps him fit in with the young Jotuns of the area. He's not actually *good* at it, because he gets dazzled by the swirl of minds around him, all happy and excited and enjoying the night, and it makes him a little clumsy. But Angrboda doesn't seem to mind.
She takes the food he brings -- Laufey drilled him about how to behave towards women, and he'd observed the rules firsthand as Svala -- but her thoughts slide away from meat and music in short order. Gabriel is rather amused out how Jotuns are just like humans -- once they're warm and fed, they invariably start thinking about sex.
She's taller than he is -- a lot of the Jotuns are, which is why the rumor he's a Wolf's-son keeps being passed around -- and so she has to lean down a little to kiss him. She's thinking about where to go, whether outside or up in the loft would be better, with thoughts that are loud and blatant. Gabriel favors outside. They'll disturb the hay-stacks, but it's warm enough that all he has to do is gather their cloaks from the wall pegs and she's nodding.
He finds warm, fresh smelling straw not too far away from the barn, and spreads his square cloak down. Angrboda smiles at him, and lets him lay her down on the fabric. He follows her down, and starts kissing. It's been a while -- as Svala, among the wolves, he was focused on raising Soldis and Manafrith up, so he didn't have time for flirting and courting.
But Angrboda kisses like she means it, so he kisses back like he means it. He might even mean it. Angrboda certainly is a balm to his wounded spirit. He kisses her, and encourages her hands divesting him of his clothes.
He wants to return the favor, peel Angrboda of the dress and her role as a witch and seeress. She goes along with it, letting him pull her skirt up enough to get his hands in, pulling open her dress enough that he can enjoy the crinkled skin of her exposed breasts.
But Gabriel isn't entirely conventional, so he pushes her open even more, even as Angrboda gasps and squirms in confusion. Had no-one ever tried this with her before?
Gabriel knows how to use his tongue on a woman, even when he's in man-shape, not wolf-shape. Hrimhild had been a strict teacher in the end, and it was probably best that Gabriel didn't actually *need* to breath.
Angrboda inhales sharply and grabs his hair. Her fingers are painfully tight, but Gabriel just chuckles at her reaction and sees how long it takes for him to have her shaking apart on his tongue.
Not that long, actually.
"Are you recovered?" he asks, after she's finished gasping.
"Yes, yes of course," she says in a shaky tone, and stretches, trying to sit up. "I suppose you want the same?"
Gabriel shrugs. "Your choice. I'm very easy to please, as long as I get ecstasy."
Angrboda looks considering, and then shakes out her long black hair where it's unpinning itself. "You may do as you wish."
"Careful, Angrboda. You shouldn't give me an open offer. You never know what I might like," he says, and grins.
Angrboda gulps, but spreads her legs wider as he situates himself between him. He gives her kisses and caresses, and when it seems right puts two fingers into her cunt, in a hard fast thrust. Her resultant cry is muffled as Gabriel kisses her, and then pulls his fingers out, putting his cock in place instead.
The giantess doesn't make a lot of noise -- which Gabriel kind of misses; he liked the Wolves' howling -- and takes him in completely. It feels better than anything else has felt since the Wolves. It has turned out that he's average when it comes to his penis, at least in size and shape. But he's better at using his cock that most, given the breathless squeaks Angrboda makes when he fucks her on his cloak in someone else's field.
He may have met his match, he realizes, when she comes laughing on his cock.
Seriously, even knowing it's all going to end in tears, I kind of like these two. I'm not sure that I'm going to keep it, since "Son of Laufey" is supposed to be from Gabriel's POV, and going outside it for Angrboda's is kind of breaking the structure ... but maybe I can write the POV of each character he has significant interaction with, including Laufey, Angrboda, Odin, and Sigyn...
Angrboda dances at the spring assemblies and the autumnal feasts, but she's a volva in training, and no young man wants to court her. Tumble her, perhaps, because she's a fine enough looking woman, with long dark hair and good teeth, and nice plump breasts if she does say so herself, but not court her.
Except Loki of Fárbautis-kamp, who is small and stocky and everyone says is a Wolf's-son behind his back. Angrboda has heard the rumors, that Laufey the Needle had sold her manslaughtering milkmaid Svala to the Wolves as a thrall in exchange for one of the non-monster children that the Wolves sometimes produced.
Angrboda doesn't know whether to believe the gossip. Loki Laufeyarson -- and that's how he introduces himself, as Laufey's son, not Fárbauti's -- is short for a Jotun, and rather broad in the shoulder, but he's friendly and curious, not at all like one of the Wolves, who are suspicious and rude even when they're trying to barter goods from one villager or another.
So at one of the parties of the fall feasting season, she finds Loki Laufeyarson listening by the musicians, nodding his head to the beat of the tambor and the plucking of the fiddle, and indicates that she would enjoy a dance.
Most young men, that would be enough to get them to offer, but Loki merely nods and agrees with her that dancing is an enjoyable activity.
Angrboda has to grab his hand and pull him upright before he figures out she expects *him* to dance with her. He seems bewildered with the idea and Angrboda thinks she might believe the rumors about him being an exiled Wolf's-son, even though it's somewhat preposterous. Wolves don't exclude of their children that way, Angrboda has been told by her teacher.
He's awkward for the first moments, but quickly catches her lead, and they are soon dancing easily in the lines, smiling at each other as they pass through the forms and orders of a dance, and wind up back together. They dance for several rounds, until the fiddler demands a rest. That's when Loki wanders off in search of hot meat and other delicacies. He comes back with a bread trencher and hot sizzling meat.
Angrboda decides that if he wants to, she'll let him tumble her tonight. He's been kind, and amusing -- he imitates various party-goers, each one more irritating and obnoxious than the last -- and she misses the camaraderie among Jotuns as she learns to be a seeress. Sometimes, she just wants a warm cock and a voice whispering affectionate lies to her in the night. Loki seems right for that.
Angrboda makes him dance with her. Gabriel doesn't mind -- it's enjoyable enough a pastime, and it helps him fit in with the young Jotuns of the area. He's not actually *good* at it, because he gets dazzled by the swirl of minds around him, all happy and excited and enjoying the night, and it makes him a little clumsy. But Angrboda doesn't seem to mind.
She takes the food he brings -- Laufey drilled him about how to behave towards women, and he'd observed the rules firsthand as Svala -- but her thoughts slide away from meat and music in short order. Gabriel is rather amused out how Jotuns are just like humans -- once they're warm and fed, they invariably start thinking about sex.
She's taller than he is -- a lot of the Jotuns are, which is why the rumor he's a Wolf's-son keeps being passed around -- and so she has to lean down a little to kiss him. She's thinking about where to go, whether outside or up in the loft would be better, with thoughts that are loud and blatant. Gabriel favors outside. They'll disturb the hay-stacks, but it's warm enough that all he has to do is gather their cloaks from the wall pegs and she's nodding.
He finds warm, fresh smelling straw not too far away from the barn, and spreads his square cloak down. Angrboda smiles at him, and lets him lay her down on the fabric. He follows her down, and starts kissing. It's been a while -- as Svala, among the wolves, he was focused on raising Soldis and Manafrith up, so he didn't have time for flirting and courting.
But Angrboda kisses like she means it, so he kisses back like he means it. He might even mean it. Angrboda certainly is a balm to his wounded spirit. He kisses her, and encourages her hands divesting him of his clothes.
He wants to return the favor, peel Angrboda of the dress and her role as a witch and seeress. She goes along with it, letting him pull her skirt up enough to get his hands in, pulling open her dress enough that he can enjoy the crinkled skin of her exposed breasts.
But Gabriel isn't entirely conventional, so he pushes her open even more, even as Angrboda gasps and squirms in confusion. Had no-one ever tried this with her before?
Gabriel knows how to use his tongue on a woman, even when he's in man-shape, not wolf-shape. Hrimhild had been a strict teacher in the end, and it was probably best that Gabriel didn't actually *need* to breath.
Angrboda inhales sharply and grabs his hair. Her fingers are painfully tight, but Gabriel just chuckles at her reaction and sees how long it takes for him to have her shaking apart on his tongue.
Not that long, actually.
"Are you recovered?" he asks, after she's finished gasping.
"Yes, yes of course," she says in a shaky tone, and stretches, trying to sit up. "I suppose you want the same?"
Gabriel shrugs. "Your choice. I'm very easy to please, as long as I get ecstasy."
Angrboda looks considering, and then shakes out her long black hair where it's unpinning itself. "You may do as you wish."
"Careful, Angrboda. You shouldn't give me an open offer. You never know what I might like," he says, and grins.
Angrboda gulps, but spreads her legs wider as he situates himself between him. He gives her kisses and caresses, and when it seems right puts two fingers into her cunt, in a hard fast thrust. Her resultant cry is muffled as Gabriel kisses her, and then pulls his fingers out, putting his cock in place instead.
The giantess doesn't make a lot of noise -- which Gabriel kind of misses; he liked the Wolves' howling -- and takes him in completely. It feels better than anything else has felt since the Wolves. It has turned out that he's average when it comes to his penis, at least in size and shape. But he's better at using his cock that most, given the breathless squeaks Angrboda makes when he fucks her on his cloak in someone else's field.
He may have met his match, he realizes, when she comes laughing on his cock.
Seriously, even knowing it's all going to end in tears, I kind of like these two. I'm not sure that I'm going to keep it, since "Son of Laufey" is supposed to be from Gabriel's POV, and going outside it for Angrboda's is kind of breaking the structure ... but maybe I can write the POV of each character he has significant interaction with, including Laufey, Angrboda, Odin, and Sigyn...
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