King Laurin brings the whisky glass to his mouth, takes a sip of the balanced brown liquid and stares into the somber darkness enveloping his bedroom. He’s leans back heavily onto the beds large wooden headboard completely focused on clearing his crowded mind; the strong whiskey is a deliberate attempt to try to dull the tensions that flow through his bloodstream. He sighs heavily and takes a few deep even breaths.Control... Where has his self-control gone? He always keeps his emotions in check, that's what makes him a fair king.Yet Laurin knows that there is no denying that it is his impulses and desire that drives him when he is with Indra, not the mission he has been forced to. But if he doesn't focus on the mission, both he and Indra will face a premature death. He spellbound her powers at her weakest; Indra had been so emaciated and weak and had carried all the signs of neglect after Lucifer's brutal treatment. It had made him see red, but now it was only

The stems of the roses brush against Indra's ivory skin and the thorns graze her erected nipples. She shivers with pleasure mixed with pain."Laurin," she whispers, turning towards the window. The roses twist themselves tighter across her exposed body – it's as if they are controlled by Laurin’s emotions. The stronger his desires grow, the more the roses want to hold her in place, for him.Laurin is still wearing his silky pyjama pants while Indra is naked, vulnerable and trapped. Laurin releases the roses hold on her slightly and takes a step back. Indra can see how he studies every curve of her pale firm breasts and swollen pink nipples. The roses seem to follow his eyes, massaging her breasts under his hungry gaze. The stems caress her blushing skin, acting much the same as gentle hands tracing their way all over her soft body The scene unfolding in front of him sends the blood rushing to his growing member. He pulls down his pyjama pants and his swollen

"What the hell are those useless dwarves doing here, Belial?" Lucifer bellows.His angry complaints echoes through the great hall, making the large marble pillars that hold the giant halls of the underworld in place tremor as they soar past."There are already enough rumors in all dimensions," Lucifer continues. "I will not tolerate them coming here and causing more slander, that my brother Elohim will use against me."He slams opens the massive double metal doors with a dull thud and spots Brokk, who is serving himself a sizable brandy by the liquor cabinet next to the domed fireplace. His brother Sindre is spread out on a divan, his short legs and dirty boots resting on the exclusive burgundy velvet fabric."Good afternoon." Brokk raises the glass towards Lucifer and exposes a large mustard colored stain under his armpit before sculling the smooth amber contents. "We have some business to sort out," he continues, before releasing a noisy burst of air th

Indra makes a grand entrance into her friends' room. The crunching noise from the glass shards under her feet echo loudly through the small quiet dormitory in Asgard. The room is round in shape and has walls of roughly sawn logs, like so many other buildings in the world of the Viking.The two men shout when they discover Indra's figure. They jump out of their beds and dive for their swords, swinging them just inches from Indra's neck. She ducks and throws herself backwards into the broken mirror.Vimar is the first to realize that it is Indra they are attacking. He swings his sword again, and the long clang of steel against steel rings out as he stops his boyfriend, Brage, from handing out a fatal blow towards their friend."Damn it, Indra! We could have killed you," he screams, trailing a trembling hand across his forehead."I know, I'm sorry," she stutters, unable to move.They stand silently looking at each other for a brief moment, breathing h

After much persuasion, they convinced the god Heimdall to bring them into the human world. He was able to take them as far as the outskirts of Romania, but the rest of the way they had to manage on their own.As a child, Indra had visited her grandmother on the Swedish island of Gotland several times. At one point at the age of eight, she had persuaded her mother to bring her best friends Vimar and Brage to spend the summer holidays with her at grandma’s house. Indra knew to some extent how to behave among humans, but disaster had struck when her friends had been allowed to meet with ordinary mortals.Vimar had snuck with him his sword and axe, despite repeated lectures from Indra's mother, Rebecca, that such weapons do not exist in the human dimension and especially not around kids. On the first day, Indra's grandmother had taken them to a playground, but neither Vimar or Brage understood what to do there. Indra explained that you could play on the swings or cli