Astrid Httyd2 Novels & Stories

Magnus I bit back a smile at the look of utter fascination playing across Astrid's face as she watched Meredith do a dramatic twirl and an exaggerated bow. "My name is Astrid Tau; I'm the most awesome, the strongest, and the fairest of them all." I breathed out a laugh and tightened my arms around Astrid. "That's genuinely very disturbing," she said in response to Meredith's parody, even though her lips had begun to curl up in a smile slowly. "Also, I do not sound like that at all."

She shrieks, her legs buckling. I don't stop. Another swing, her calf this time. She screams and tries to hop away. Hayden finally releases her and staggers back two steps, one hand pressed to his chest. Astrid scrambles sideways, her heels slipping on the marble. "You crazy bitch!" I follow. Bat to the side of her ass, giving her a meaty thwack. She howls, spinning. Hayden watches, his mouth half-open, looking equal parts horrified and utterly exhausted.

I whispered, letting her lead me towards the bathroom. Astrid and I spent the day together, I did most of sleeping while she stayed awake, humming and playing with my hair. “why hasn’t Hades come around?” I asked in a tiny voice, my eyes watering. “Hades is really busy right now, just give him time,” Astrid said in a low tone. “he will come around,” she added. “let’s get some sunlight on your skin,” she muttered pulling me to my feet. I nodded, entangling my fingers with hers, submitting myself to her will.

I look up, holding her gaze steadily. “Astrid was here last night. At the tower.” Hayley’s eyes widen comically. “Really? Is she as gorgeous in person as she is in the photos?” I almost roll my eyes. Ever since Hayley hacked into Astrid’s personal computer and retrieved those photos, she hasn’t stopped gushing about her beauty. “That’s not the point, Hayley dear. Focus.” She shrugs. “I mean, forgive me but Astrid Machiavelli is a goddess. That woman is a one hot bombshell. Sex on legs…!”

I did not answer him. When the door opened again Astrid stepped inside, still tying the belt of a simple robe. Her hair was slightly messy from sleep. She looked young and uncertain in the low lamp light. “Alpha?” she asked softly. “Is something wrong?” “The heat is back,” I said. “Bring the mixture. And cool cloths.”

"But, Mamma, the young warrior they have guarding him is easily distracted. It would not take much magick to have him move his eyes from the door long enough to slide the letter under the door. I could, at least, confuse his vision with a spell for a moment. I am very quick, you know." "Ah, but Dóttir, there are eyes everywhere. It is not simply the guard that we must take unaware. No one must notice anyone unexpected near the hut. Your father's spies are on the lookout for anything even remotely suspicious. No, I will glamour myself," Astrid pronounced. "Old Sigrid is at home with an ailment of the lungs. I treated her just this morning with a tea and herbal steams. She will not be leaving

she muttered, her expression was full of irritation. Krax narrowed his eyes, his tone icy. “Woman, you should know when to say thank you.” Astrid rolled her eyes, her head too heavy for further arguments. Why should I thank him? He almost let me fall. Instead, she said softly, “I’m sorry,” her voice was weak as all her strength has been exhausted as she turned and continued walking. Krax hummed in disdain. “What an uncultured person,” he muttered under his breath, his gaze following her unsteady steps.

But before he could touch her Astrid moved her hand away. Deliberate. Final. Something in Adam’s expression darkened. Ares watched the interaction closely. Every detail. Every movement. Every unspoken message. And what he saw Confirmed something. Adam leaned in slightly. Lowering his voice. “You’re making a mistake.” Astrid didn’t respond. “You’re letting pride ruin everything.” Still nothing. So he changed tactics. His hand moved again. This time toward her face. Faster. More decisive. Before anyone could react Adam leaned in.

Nothing was ever straightforward with these Feltspars. Making the convincing excuse that they needed to leave the premises and saying he would explain later, he decided a more convincing dynamic would be if Sigurd escorted Astrid and Daphne, one under each mighty arm, and he resumed carrying his lady. It seemed to work. Someone Astrid greeted by name – Tillie – turned a rather obvious blind eye, while a girl she in turn referred to as Pippa looked both awestruck and fascinated.

I need to leave last night in the past and walk away. Astrid strolls back into the kitchen in a pair of leggings and a loose sweatshirt, eyes sparkling as she looks over at me. “How was that for record timing?” She winks, glancing over to where Jared’s slicing the quiche. “Oh man, tell me we have time to eat quick!” Damn she’s cute. We really should get going, but how the fuck can I say no to her? “Go ahead,” I nod, and she squeals excitedly, shuffling over beside Jared as he starts dishing out slices of quiche.