Start the song. It's We Will Put Her In Two Graves by Sóley.

Tyler was awakened when servants came into their room with platters laden with delicacies. He'd shifted the blankets off of himself in his sleep, leaving himself completely uncovered when four girls his age carried in lunch. Jenna had taken all of the covers to her side of the bed, leaving Josva just as exposed as Tyler. At least Tyler was lying on his stomach, though. The four servant girls came into the room quietly and politely, only to get an eyeful of Josva's cock and Tyler's ass.

Unlike Tyler, however, Josva seemed unfazed by the blushes on the girls' faces. Three of them averted their eyes respectfully, but the other was staring at her king's crotch with wide eyes. It was hard to tell if she was staring because she'd never seen a naked man before or because Josva was...large. Every part of him was large though, so why would this part of him be any different?

"We apologize for the intrusion, your highness. We knocked, but...," one of the girls who was adamantly staring at the floor said quickly.

Josva chuckled, sitting up and pulling his pillow into his lap since trying to wrestle the blankets away from Jenna would be a lost cause. Tyler followed suit, scooting closer to his husband when he was sufficiently covered again. The girls kept glancing at him with he same expression they were giving Josva, which was surprisingly flattering.

"It is no problem. You are just doing your job. Thank you," Josva replied kindly. "Have you all eaten yet?"

"Not yet, your highness. We were told to bring food to you and your family first," another girl responded timidly, blushing so hard that her freckles seemed to disappear.

Josva smiled at her. "Can I ask one more favour of you ladies before you eat?"

"Of course, King Josva," they all replied obediently.

He chuckled. "I would love for you to tell the cooks in the kitchen that I want the four of you to taste all of the sweets meant for the Winternights festival so you can let me know if they will make the gods proud. Can you do that for me?"

The girls all instantly smiled in baffled excitement. "Do you mean it?" One of them asked in disbelief, making Josva laugh.

"I do! This is a very important job. Can you do it for me?" He asked in a serious tone despite the smile on his face.

The girls all squealed before nodding excitedly, practically vibrating in place as they awaited his dismissal. Josva chuckled at that too.

"Go eat then, and do not come back until you have eaten a proper meal as well. If the kitchen does not give you one, let me know. I greatly appreciate your help," Josva told them kindly, his fingers tangling with Tyler's where they rested on the bed between the two of them.

The girl who had been staring at Josh's cock was now staring at their hands, her eyes just as wide as before. She looked quickly at Jenna, who was still fast asleep in her cocoon of blankets. She seemed to be struggling to comprehend what exactly was going on between the three people in the bed before her. Tyler knew she was probably just as confused about the logistics of it as he still was, but he didn't really have any idea how to explain to her how their relationship worked. It just did.

The other girls set their platters down on the bed, taking hers from her hands and setting it down before tugging her out of the room. The door closed behind them, but Tyler could still hear them giggling as they scurried down the hall.

"Your servants have all seen you naked, haven't they?" Tyler asked amusedly, making his husband snicker.

"They always knock, but they rarely wait before coming in. I cannot even tell you how many times they have walked in on Jenna and me. The old woman who makes Jenna's dresses came into our room just as we created Rasmus," Josva informed Tyler making him laugh.

"And when you say just as you created him...?" Tyler asked with a knowing smirk.

His husband smirked right back at him. "I mean the door opened right as I finished inside of Jenna, and that poor woman left the room at a sprint. She started sewing maternity dresses that very day."

Tyler laughed, making his husband grin as he climbed up to sit atop Josva's hips. "Do your servants always look at you like they want to climb into bed with you when they come in?"

His husband looked confused then. "What?"

Tyler giggled. "You saw that servant girl staring, didn't you? Her eyes were locked between your legs. It wasn't subtle."

Josva's eyebrows raised. "I suppose I pay less attention to the eyes my soul does not live behind."

Tyler blushed, nuzzling his nose against his husband's before connecting their lips in a slow kiss. Josva's arms wrapped around his waist, holding him close as their mouths worked together in a gentle harmony. Josva pressed several little pecks to Tyler's lips after the kiss broke, making Tyler laugh.

"Mmmm, one more," Josva decided, smiling against Tyler's laughing mouth as he kissed him once again.

Tyler felt a little bad for waking up Jenna when their husband tossed him onto his back atop the mattress and scattered kisses all across his face, neck, and chest, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing. Thankfully, she smiled sleepily when she saw Josva pinning Tyler down onto the mattress as he bathed him in kisses. She chuckled, reaching out to soothe Tyler's hair off of his forehead while Josva placed sloppy kisses all along Tyler's jaw.

"Who woke the bear?" She asked amusedly as she wiped sleep from her eyes.

Then it was Jenna who was giggling as Josva immediately climbed on top of her and gave her the same treatment. Tyler beamed as he watched his husband and wife douse themselves in love for each other. His heart had never felt as full as it did in this moment. He laughed when Josva had to wrestle the blankets off of their wife, who did not go down without a fight. Surprisingly, she held her own pretty well, but she still lost her mound of blankets, which Josva immediately threw onto the floor before pinning Jenna down again. She grinned up at him when he spread out on top of her, pressing a kiss to her nose.

"My wife, the secret shield maiden," he mused fondly, making Jenna laugh. "Our husband is concerned about how much of our tribe has seen me naked."

Jenna laughed, turning to look at Tyler with the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen as she soothed her fingertips across Josva's braids. "Oh, my love. To marry Josva is to accept that everyone you ever meet has probably seen his cock. You just get to take pride in knowing that you and I are the only ones who get to touch it."

"Hmmm. Well, just so you both know, a Saxon king would rather die than be caught naked," Tyler mused back through a wide smile.

Josva snickered. "That is because they have nothing between their legs, my love."

"Saxon kings must be so boring," Jenna chuckled out. "My mother was wise to come to Scandinavia. At least here, you can see your man naked before you agree to spend the rest of your life with him."

Josva snorted. "Saxon kings are big and fat, and they rarely fight in battle. They just sit in their thrones and yell orders. No wonder they don't serve our gods. Our gods would be horrified by them."

"Their people are horrified by them," Tyler replied honestly, making his spouses laugh.

"Thank the gods that you are not one of their people anymore," Jenna replied cheerfully.

"Yes," Tyler agreed. "My life is so much better now that I get to see my king and queen naked every day."

A yelp was torn from Tyler's lips when Josva pounced on him again, pinning him down as he kissed Tyler's lips over and over again. "The Saxon kings may have nothing but air between their legs, but my husband does not," he teased as he trailed kisses along Tyler's jaw. Tyler couldn't help but blush as he laughed, trying to scramble out from under his husband and into the protective arms of his wife. "You cannot escape me, Asbjørn, for the gods are on my side."

Tyler squealed with laughter as Josva blew a raspberry against his neck before kissing along his shoulder. He reached out for their wife, who laughed as she sat up. Josva grinned when she tugged him off of Tyler and onto herself before rolling them over so she was sitting atop his waist. She smirked as she soothed her fingertips across their husband's braids once again.

"Perhaps the gods are on your side, but Freya is on mine, and she is the source of all magic. Even Odin had to make sacrifices to learn from her. Your gods know they cannot outwit her, and they wouldn't dare to stop her from taking what she wants," Jenna mused, looking a bit smug when Josva was suddenly very distracted from taunting Tyler as their wife brought his large hands up to her breasts. "And do you know what I want?" She continued.

Josva swallowed, his dark eyes slipping across her freckled skin before meeting hers. He shook his head dumbly. Tyler almost laughed at how easily their gyðja had bewitched Josva, but he bit his tongue as he watched Jenna work her magic.

"You truly want to know?" She taunted, batting her eyelashes at him.

Once again, Josva nodded without saying a word. Tyler was barely holding back his laughter now. He could see the mischievous glint in their wife's eyes that Josva was too distracted to recognize.

"What I want...is for my strong warrior of a husband..." Jenna had Josva's undivided attention, "to get the hell out of my way so I can spoil my precious little one."

Josva laughed loudly as Jenna climbed off of him and onto Tyler, lying down atop him as she captured his lips into a leisurely kiss. Her long nails raised goosebumps on his skin as she trailed them up and down his sides lightly. Then her hand was gripping his hair, and she was deepening the kiss. Tyler whimpered into her mouth out of surprise, and she practically growled as she pressed his shoulders into the mattress.

"Easy, Freya. Our husband is not yet used to the fire burning within you," Josva reminded their wife amusedly.

Jenna's only response was to sink her teeth into Tyler's bottom lip to tug at before sucking at it softly. Tyler felt dizzy and dazed, suddenly aware of how much he loved being at the mercy of his fearless queen. All at once, he understood Josva's tendency to melt under their wife's seizure of dominance and to allow her the pleasure of being on top when they made love. Jenna was good at being in charge-at commanding even the most powerful of men.

"Jenna," Tyler breathed out desperately when her lips traveled down his throat. "Please."

His wife chuckled. "Oh, little one. I will take care of you. I will always take care of you, my tender beloved. I will treasure and protect you. I promise," she told him in the same teasingly condescending way she talked to Josva in bed, and Tyler was just as mesmerised by it as their husband always was. "However, first, I am going to ride you until you are begging for mercy, and Josva is going to watch. He is not permitted to touch either of us without my permission, but when I give it to him, he will spoil you as well. Do you want us to spoil you, my sweet baby?"

Tyler was trembling all over, clinging to the single blanket still spread out beneath them as he nodded pathetically. His wife smiled comfortingly, and he could barely breathe as he took in how beautiful she was. Her fingers soothed gently through his hair before grabbing it roughly in her fist. Tyler moaned at the tug against his scalp.

"We will spoil you, my love, but not until I have decided you are ready for it," she cooed gently before reconnecting their lips.

Considering Tyler had really only ever had sex a handful of times before, Jenna didn't berate him or Josva when his hand shot out to take hold of Josva's for support. Jenna was kissing him so deeply and so passionately that his brain was turning to mush, and he couldn't quite steady himself without Josva's help.

"Do not worry, husband," Josva told him softly. "Freya is a fierce goddess, but she is also the goddess of love and fertility. She knows how to care for you, and she will listen if you have any concerns or need anything from her. Jenna has learned much from her. She knows what she is doing. You just get to lie back and enjoy it. Our wife can handle everything else."

Smut warning! Proceed to the next Author's Note.

When Jenna's hand trailed down his chest and stomach before wrapping around him, Tyler moaned into her mouth. He squeezed his husband's hand as he fought to keep from outright thrusting into the warmth of her palm, but his hips still rolled up instinctively. His wife tutted at him, removing her hand from his already swollen cock.

"Lie back and let me handle this," she reminded him firmly. She studied his face before smirking. "Unless, of course, you need something a little different."

Tyler whimpered pathetically. "Jenna, I just need you. Please, Jenna. Please."

His wife grinned with delight. "Is that so? You will have to be patient then. Josva gets to help you with this next part." Surprised excitement spread across Josva's face as he watched their wife expectantly for further details. She chuckled. "Lie down," she told him simply.

Josva immediately spread out on his back, watching their wife in case she wanted something different from him. He grinned when she decided, in place of a verbal response, to crawl off of Tyler and straddle Josva's face, lowering herself down onto him. Tyler was practically overflowing with desire as he watched his husband's tongue absolutely spoil Jenna. His tongue alternated between massaging that little bud Tyler loved so much and licking into her. He greedily sucked at her as well, and her thighs were quivering as she let out a series of low moans.

Just when Josva was really starting to make Jenna fall apart, she lifted herself off of him and crawled back over to Tyler, who couldn't help himself from grabbing Josva's face and kissing him deeply, sucking the taste of Jenna's slick off of his tongue. Both men whined when Jenna pulled them apart after only a few seconds. Tyler's fingers remained tangled with Josva's as he moaned lowly at the feeling of Jenna lining him up with her entrance before sitting down on his cock and allowing it to be swallowed up by the warmth of her body. She moaned as well, smiling widely as she did so.

"Do you feel good?" She asked Tyler carefully.

When he nodded rapidly, her grin widened, and her hips began to slowly roll atop him. He rolled his hips with hers as he whimpered. His skin was on fire, and the temperature just kept rising as Jenna's pace began to increase until she was fucking him so hard and fast that he couldn't keep his volume down. She couldn't either, and that only fuelled Tyler's need. He'd seen her ride Josva like this before, and he'd thought Josva was going to break Jenna in the process, but he felt stupid now that he knew it was Jenna with the insatiable need to dominate her husbands and to make them feel so incredible that they almost couldn't stand it.

When Tyler's hands had to cling to Jenna's hips for dear life, he finally understood Josva's harsh grip on their wife during sex. Just the thought turned Tyler on enough to give him the confidence to flip them over so Jenna was on her back before practically plowing into her with his hips, and now Jenna was the one scrambling to get a grip on the blanket, on Josva, on Tyler's hips, on anything as she moaned loud enough for the whole kingdom to hear her.

Pride unlike anything Tyler had ever felt swelled within him when Jenna's back arched and muscles clenched as she came around him. This was the first time she'd finished before him, and he'd never felt more fulfilled in his life. It only took a couple more thrusts before he was filling her up, moaning desperately against her throat. Jenna whimpered at the sensation, her body relaxing beneath Tyler's as she soothed her fingers through his hair and spoke gentle words of affection to him as he slowly recovered from the intensity of his orgasm. It took a minute for him to focus enough to remember to pull out of her before tiredly crawling off of her and onto Josva, who wrapped his strong arms around Tyler without hesitation.

"That was..." Josva began dazedly, "the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

Tyler grinned as he closed his eyes and buried his face against Josva's throat. "Mmmm," he hummed, not yet capable of forming intelligible words.

His spouses laughed, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He just felt loved. He even felt loved when Jenna eased Josva's arms off of Tyler and allowed him to lay Tyler down on the mattress. Tyler happily watched through the haze of his afterglow as Jenna allowed Josva to position himself between her legs as well before thrusting in. He was just as rough with Jenna as she'd been with Tyler, and Tyler couldn't help but smile when Josva made her cum a second time before reaching his own climax inside of her.

The smut is over!

Jenna seemed completely sated as her husbands lied down beside her to catch their breath while the three of them came down from their highs. Tyler could barely keep his eyelids open, and he kept finding himself burrowing into Jenna's side for comfort. She cooed at him as he made himself small and tucked himself away against her.

Josva did the absolute opposite. He spread out beside Jenna, flopping over onto his stomach before closing his eyes and letting out a contented sigh. "Praise Freya," he mumbled into his pillow, making his spouses laugh tiredly.

"Praise Freya," Tyler agreed as she shifted to rest his cheek against Jenna's breast so she could better wrap her arms around him. He smiled when her gentle hands began to massage his back. "And Jenna, obviously."

"Always praise Jenna," Josva agreed. He slung a heavy arm across his spouses. "Are we allowed to praise Jenna and the gods during Christmas?" He asked Tyler curiously.

Tyler laughed. "I doubt it, but that's not exactly going to stop us, is it?"

Josva hummed contentedly. "Oh, little love. You sound more and more Scandinavian every day. I would kiss you if Jenna wasn't holding all of my energy captive."

"Same to you," Tyler replied through a yawn.

Jenna laughed. "Men are babies. It doesn't take much to make you fall asleep after sex."

"Sorry, Jenna," Tyler mumbled, smiling slightly. "In our defence, only one person in this bed is a deity, and it isn't Josva or me."

"If I was truly Freya, I'm sure that I would be able to fix that for you," Jenna insisted.

Josva chuckled. "I have known you for many years, my queen, but I am still not convinced that you are not the true Freya."

"She must be," Tyler agreed.

"Then where is my chariot that can only be pulled by a team of cats?" Jenna inquired.

Tyler snorted. "Your gods are so much more interesting to me than the Christian God. It seems that I learn something newer and more shocking about them every single day."

"Just wait until you hear about the goat in Valhalla whose teats produce mead," Josva mumbled.

"You're making that up," Tyler dissented.

His spouses laughed.

"Heiðrún is very real, my love. Someday, she will be able to keep our husband very drunk for the rest of eternity until Ragnarok comes," Jenna insisted.

Tyler smiled, peeling his eyelids open to look up at his husband's scarred skin and bearded face before glancing up at his wife's oceanic eyes. She smiled back at him adoringly. "Where will we go?" He asked her curiously.

Jenna hummed thoughtfully. "Likely, we will go to Niflheimr to rest and recharge before Hel brings us back to Midgard to live a new life."

"We will be together?" Tyler asked her curiously.

His wife smiled. "Yes, we will. Josva will care for Tor in Valhalla while we care for each other and the rest of our children in Niflheimr."

"I am sure Einar will join me in Valhalla someday," Josva replied decidedly.

"I am sure you are right. Runa will too," Jenna insisted.

Josva's pink lips tugged up into a smile. "I will care for them. I promise."

"I know you will," Jenna replied easily. "You always have."

Josva yawned before deciding, "Ja, but first I must sleep."

"Sleep, my loves. I will take care of you," Jenna replied gently.

Tyler's eyelids slipped shut, but he still smiled when he heard Josva reply, "I know. You always have."