Valhalla, Ch. 6 – “Valhalla”

CHAPTER SIX

 

VALHALLA

 

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When Ryan stepped off the longship and onto the beach, he paid no attention to the sand beneath his feet or to the scorching hot sun that bore down upon him. His attention was drawn upwards to the majestic structure known as Valhalla that stood high above him.
The enormous hall towered over the longship and its band of new souls and guiding Valkyries, a beacon for those once lost.
Eira walked beside Ryan as they approached, a sullen expression upon her face.
She had been sullen since the morning, Ryan had noticed.
Though he wanted to ask why, he thought it best not to interfere. He didn’t know if he would step on the hierarchy of the Valkyries and cause strife.

A dirt path coiled ahead of them and disappeared behind a hill of luscious flowers, each one a different colour – Lavender, Crimson, Yellow, Deep Blue. Every one just as dazzling as the one before it.
As Ryan moved past the small patch of vibrant flowers, something bright stunned his eyes and forced him to look away, shielding his face.
A group of Valkyries, donned in their silver-gold armour, giggled at him as did so.
“The first time glancing upon Glasir is always hard” Eira said, her voice taking on the same flatness it had when Ryan first met her.
“Look again, Ryan Kennedy.”
“Please…just Ryan.”
Ryan lowered his hands from his face and relaxed his eyes, which were scrunched shut.
“Ryan Kennedy…open your eyes.”
Ignoring the fact that Eira had spoken his name in full again, Ryan opened his eyes.
The shimmering colour of the red-gold leaves of Glasir caught his eye first. In all his years, he had never seen anything quite as breath-taking. The trees he saw in the city back on Earth weren’t anything like this. Even the bark of Glasir took on a grey-white colour that suggested it’s age. How long had it been here?
“Come along, newcomers.” Came a voice from behind Ryan.
Mist, the tall African-American Valkyrie, strode past Ryan without even battering any eyelid in his direction.
Eira looked from Mist back to Ryan and a faint smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.
“Come. The All-Father awaits.”
Ryan’s heart skipped a beat. “Wait – All-Father. You mean, Odin?”

Ryan looked ahead. The Valkyrie known as Mist stood before two gigantic iron doors. The doors themselves were marked in the language of Old Norse and depicted some sort of beast slithering around the borders of the door, weaving in and out of the leaves that blossomed around it. In the middle of all of this….
“Ragnarök.” Eira whispered. “It is foretold there will be a great battle, and before it ends, the world will be submerged in water…”
Ryan looked from one door to the next, looking at the figures he didn’t recognise, their stone depictions set in anguish amidst a great storm.
Before he could process anything further, the great doors opened, letting loose the riotous laughter from its halls within.
As the crowd of new souls and Valkyries stepped in, Ryan felt another heartbeat slip from regulation.

Before him was an enormous hall, with giant tables spread from one side of the room to the other, each one surrounded by men, Dwarves, Elves and other creatures Ryan didn’t recognise.
Around the tables were Valkyries – nude, tattooed and pierced – walking around, serving tables, sitting on the laps of Men.
An Elf and a Valkyrie sat off to the corner of the great hall, the Valkyrie riding the Elf and barely able to contain her moans while a group of Elves cheered them on.
The scene was chaos to Ryan, something out of the weirdest porno you’d find on the dark corners of the Internet.
At the far end of the great hall was a stage and on that stage another table, running from one corner of the stage to the other.
In the centre of the table and stage sat Odin, the All-Father. He looked eagerly down the room at the new arrivals as he stroked his grey beard that ran down to the table itself. Ryan noted that over his right eye was a silver eye patch.
His left eye scanned the newcomers as a smile spread across his lips.
In the chair beside Odin sat a woman with sunset-kissed hair, dressed in a dazzling silver-white gown.
As Ryan’s eyes travelled over her, her eyes met his. Ryan didn’t know how that was possible that she could see him, out of the twenty other warriors beside him, but somehow, he just knew. He knew she was looking at him.
“The All-Mother.” Eira whispered from beside him. “She’s seen you now..”
“Wait, what does that mean?” Ryan asked, turning to Eira.
“Warriors! Welcome to Valhalla!” Odin boomed, rising from his seat.
The Valkyries behind Ryan, Eira among them, knelt down at the sound of his voice.
The talking in the hall that buzzed deafeningly as Ryan and the newcomers entered, died down, as did the sexual activity.

Odin spoke in a deep voice, low and smooth and commanding.
“You must be weary after such a travel, after such a change. I trust your assigned Valkyrie will see you to your chambers, should you choose rest. However, a feast has been prepared for your arrival should you starve!”
“Now…” Odin Began. “Each of you know why you are here. Ragnarök is coming. It is foretold. And I…I need each and every one of you to fight when the time comes.”
The great hall was eerily quiet.
Odin cleared his throat. “Do not fret though, you have been chosen. The best of the best in all of the nine realms! I have every bit of confidence in each and every one of you, fighters and my Valkyries.”
Odin scanned the room once more. “Mist! Rise!”
Ryan turned to look behind. The Valkyrie known as Mist rose to her feet. Kneeling beside her was Kára, her head bowed down.
“Warriors, I trust you’ve met Mist but if you have not, as the BattleMistress of the Valkyries, she will be the one to train you, should you feel….weak.”
Odin cleared his throat again, raised his hands and clapped loudly.
“Come! Let us feast!”

The great hall was met with cheers from all around.
Odin laughed then raised his hand to silence the room, which fell quiet instantly.
“Eira.”
Ryan frowned. Every Valkyrie knelt just at the entrance to the great hall turned and looked in her direction.
Kára looked at Eira, a frown forming across her face, her mind beginning to race.
Eira rose to her feet. “Yes, All-Father?”
Her voice was shaky.
“Come to me, child.”
Eira looked at her fellow Valkyries with an expression Ryan could tell was uneasiness.
Quietly, she made her way through the rows of dinner tables, followed by a quiet murmuring from the crowd.
Ryan watched as Eira made her to the stage and stood next to Odin. When she began to kneel again, Odin stopped her.
“There’s no need for that, child. Stand, and lose your armour.”
When Eira looked out across the crowd, the sea of faces, Odin spoke again.
“There is no reason to fear. I merely wish to show people your exquisite beauty.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Eira began to unclasp her armour.
Ryan’s stomach started to twist as her breast plate hit the stage floor with a clang that shot out across the room.
Now that the breastplate was off, Eira, standing in a padded white t-shirt, pulled the fabric up over her head, revealing her small breasts.
Some people in the crowd chuckled, others whistled. Odin silenced both with a raised hand.
“Why is she looking so sad?” Kára hissed through gritted teeth somewhere behind Ryan. “Meeting this request for the All-Father should be an honour!”
“And you were never shy your first time being bare in the great hall?” Shot back another Valkyrie with raven-black hair and violet eyes that was kneeling beside her.
Kára scoffed at this, but fell silent.

When Ryan looked from that exchange back to the stage at the end of the hall, Eira was taking off the clothing beneath her armour, revealing her long pale and slender legs.
This is normal? Thought Ryan. This is what the Valkyries sign up for? This is their destiny? Are they happy? Or is Eira just nervous?
“Now…” Odin began. “Climax.”

Eira looked out amongst the crowd, hesitant.
Ryan could hear Kára from behind scoffing, but movement from the stage caught his eye. Eira had begun to masturbate.
Acid rose up in Ryan’s throat as he watched, but there was something else lingering below the surface. Arousal.
At first, Eira’s hands danced along the shape of her cunt, tracing shapes along her slit. As she traced though, she started to moan.
It was softer at first, then it became louder, ringing out across the hall.
Her knees shook as one hand traced her slit slowly, down…then upwards again, slowly, hypnotically, while the other hand reached up across her stomach to squeeze her right breast.
Ryan watched, conflicted, confused, unable to process if this was alluring or appalling.
All of a sudden he felt a strange sensation in his gut. He felt someone looking at him, and looked across from Eira, where the red-haired woman sat.
This time there was no mistaking it. The woman was looking right at Ryan, all the way down the hall and into his eyes.
When he looked into her eyes, he felt something stir from within.
What is it you fear, Ryan? Came a voice, gentle and sweet.
Ryan could hear it in his head clear as day. It frightened him so much, he fell backwards against the wall of Valhalla, causing the souls and Valkyries to look in his direction, some sniggering at his clumsiness.
They probably thought this is over Eira but….Was that the lady’s voice in my head?
Ryan’s thoughts were interrupted by Eira’s moans. She stumbled from where she stood on stage, her whole body shaking.
As she looked across the great hall, a faint smile formed across her lips.

The great hall applauded thunderously, every creature and Valkyrie, bar two people, Kára and Ryan.
Kára knelt, her head bowed, anger clouding her thoughts, while Ryan stood with his back against the wall, his mind reeling.
As he looked up, his eyes caught Eira’s, and for the briefest of moments, Ryan saw her smile falter.

To be Continued…

 

Valhalla, Ch. 2 – Eira

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CHAPTER TWO

 

EIRA

 

 

Ryan was so caught up looking at the palm of his hand as it moved through the crystal blue water of the spring that he didn’t notice Eira behind him, taking off her armour.
She watched him as she rested her chest piece gently against the tree, so as not to disturb him from whatever Earth like ritual he was participating in.
Piece by piece, she untied her armour. First, her arm pieces, which she laid along the soft blue grass beneath her, then she leant against the tree to remove her leg pieces.
Armour was no longer needed, now that the two were safely in Asgard.
Mist, Battle Mistress of the Valkyries, would argue differently to Eira.
Eira could already hear her commanding voice and picture her piercing deep blue eyes that were enough to wound a Valkyrie telling her to leave it on, to take matters seriously.
Enough to say in one glance what any amount of words could.
Eira brushed off the thought, packing away her armour in her grey satchel, woven herself and deep enough for her change of clothes – and Ryan Kennedy’s new one.
She reached down, stuffing the armour away, and pulled out a folded up bundle of fabric.
This fabric would unfold to reveal a light caramel coloured garment, again woven by Eira, as taught by Svipul back in Valhalla.

That’s when she heard Ryan clear his throat, and Eira spun around to see him standing up in the spring, the water falling from his arms, face and legs.
Eira was puzzled at first; she didn’t know why he was standing there, his hands cupping between his legs.
When realisation struck her, she felt her face burning and turned her back to him to reach into her satchel.
Inside was a fresh white tunic and brown pants, something she had grabbed from Valhalla, stuffed into the satchel and laid by the spring here for her return, hoping that what fitted a previous lost soul would fit him.
With the tunic and pants, she pulled out a cloth for him to dry himself upon.

While Eira was reaching down and pulling out these items, Ryan had tried not to stare directly at her.
Eira was completely nude, had forgotten she was completely nude, for it was second nature to her, and was bending over in front of Ryan, her back to him, revealing her firm, curvaceous buttocks.
Ryan’s eyes fell upon the shapes of her curves, noticing a freckle that sat in the middle of her left cheek, before his natural instinct kicked in to look away, beyond the trees surrounding the spring.
He could already feel the warmth of the sun beating down upon his neck.

When Eira turned around, he had to grab the tunic and pants, as well as the cloth to dry himself, while holding onto his penis and looking away.
Eira caught on to the fact that his face was turned and looked to see if someone was there. Another Valkyrie perhaps, she thought, as she scanned beyond the trees. But there was nothing.
Ryan stepped out, still avoiding eye contact, making sure not to think of what his eyes fell upon.
He dried himself in silence and dressed himself in silence.
All this time, Eira watched his face carefully; curious as to why he was looking away.
She went to speak the same time he did, but when she saw he was speaking, she bowed her head and remained silent.
Ryan frowned at this gesture but chose to not question it, for he didn’t know the entirety of her customs and didn’t want to offend.
“Aren’t you bothered that you are naked in front of me?” He asked, keeping his eyes locked to hers.

Eira looked at him quizzically before looking down at her own body, still frowning.
“Is this unacceptable? Have I done wrong by you?”
“No, you haven’t” was Ryan’s immediate response.
Eira’s eyes suddenly looked hurt, afraid.
“Have I disappointed you?”
“No no! I just…No, I am not used to nakedness, is all. At least…not, casually, you know?”
Eira looked at him with the same wounded eyes, her expression unchanging.
Ryan tried to force a laugh but Eira’s face didn’t share the humour, she stood there still.
“I…I’m sorry if I offended you, It’s just something that doesn’t happen. Where I am from, I mean”
“You do not wish to have me naked for our venture to Valhalla?”
The question bewildered Ryan.
For a moment, he was speechless, unable to respond.
Here was a beautiful woman, completely nude, her silver wings tucked behind her, asking if he wished her to be nude for the remainder of their journey – however long that took.

The whole thing felt unreal, like caffeine fuelled sexual dream.
“Eira” He spoke carefully. “This is all…really kind of you…but I can’t…I mean, I don’t. I mean..”
He sighed, frustrated. “I’m not in the business of taking someone, unless they really want to, you know?”
Eira nodded. “Oh, but I do! As the All-Father’s slave, it is my duty to offer myself to you for any-“
“This is what you meant when you mentioned being a slave earlier?”
Eira nodded, and there was a gleam in her eye that made Ryan slightly uncomfortable. She seemed eager. Proud to serve.
“Oh yes! Every Valkyrie is a slave to our All-Father Odin. As Valkyrie’s, it is our solemn duty to fulfil any need of the souls that we bring to Asgard and then to Valhalla.”

“Would you settle for just being a guide to Valhalla? I don’t…I mean, I would like it if we don’t do any of this slave…business”
You idiot, Ryan thought to himself. You can’t English right.
The hurt didn’t end up leaving Eira’s face, deep down she wondered if something was wrong with her or her appearance.
On the other hand, this was the first time a soul had asked for no sexual interaction of any kind.
The change had Eira confused but also intrigued.
What kind of person was this, she wondered.

 

The two stood there in silence as they finished getting dressed.
Eira turned to face Ryan and smiled politely, outstretching her right hand.
“Come. We have a bonfire to attend.”
Eira began walking and Ryan followed, being conscious to look away from Eira’s garments, which had an open slit either side of her arms that revealed the curves of her breasts.
“Bonfire?” He asked, stumbling after her.
“Oh yes! The Valkyries like to hold a bonfire for the newly arrived souls! It’s a celebration of new life!”
“Shouldn’t that be in Valhalla, like a feast?”
Eira found this amusing.
It was customary for the Valkyries to hold a welcoming bonfire for the souls, followed by The Great Feast in the Great Hall of Valhalla.
As the two made their way through the blue long grass, the sun of Asgard setting, she wondered what kind of traditions Humans had back on Earth.

Shortly after the sun had set, the two arrived in an open field, free of the long grass scratching at their bodies.
Ahead of them was an enormous fire, trailing high into the sky.
Around the fire, people were gathered, talking, laughing, all animatedly.
Other bodies were nearby, entwined in a moment of passion, gasping for air, their moans reverberating around this small clearing.
Ryan’s fell upon the orgy and almost fell backwards at the sight he had never seen before. Not in his lifetime anyway.

To be concluded…

 Part three – The First Night In Asgard – will hit the blog May 19th.

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