I occasionally like to do lesser characters that no one else seems to do. So, I am going to be doing a couple in this book, and I am starting Torstein. Hope you enjoy.

Torstein had been making his way to see Flóki. Well, to be precise, he had been making his way to see both Flóki and Helga; Torstein having been invited to join the pair with their more intimate activities. The boatbuilder never seeming to mind too much, that he was sharing Helga. But as he had made his way through the woods to Flóki's out of the way cabin, he had seen something that it felt as though only a very few had been lucky enough to lay their eyes on.

Despite the fact that he had only lain eyes on her one other time, over the years, he still knew who she was, of course; she was (Y/n), younger sister of Flóki. A woman viewed in the same way, as the inhabitants of Kattegat viewed the seer. A gifted, yet reclusive völva and healer. Her visions, when they came, taken by her brother to those involved. He, her messenger, her voice to the people of the town. (Y/n) preferring to remain in the woods and around her own little cabin that was still far enough away from that of her older brother, to give her, her privacy. Torstein having to think that it was a shame that such a beauty should hide herself away. That she should conceal herself from all others. But given what his eyes were seeing at that moment, it appeared that she didn't always conceal herself.

It was true to say that all knew that Flóki was a little.......well, eccentric. His laughter and odd movements and actions, giving him a strange air. So much so, that no one doubted that the family were of the line of the God of Mischief, himself. Yet Torstein was not sure if that eccentricity had also been inherited by the boatbuilder's sister. Yet now.......now it would appear that there was no doubt. His eyes following her, as she walked, wearing little more than the thinnest of undershirts, through the trees. The item of clothing, leaving little to the imagination. The sunlight, that was able to make its way between the dense canopy above their heads, illuminating her form. Torstein licking his lips, as he saw the curve of her hips, and the swell of her bosom. Her womanhood crowned by a small mass of hair, that made the Northman, reach for his cock. Rubbing at it, as it protested about being confined. As it called to be dealt with. The warrior long having forgotten about what he, Flóki and Helga were supposed to be doing. Torstein moving his eyes away from the form of the exquisite sister of the boatbuilder, for a moment, so that he could adjust himself. But it was long enough that when he looked back up, she was no longer there.

"You are Torstein.........." The voice making the man turn on his heals to find that the völva was right behind him. His eyes growing wide, as she began to circle him.

"I remember you. You are a friend of my brother and Ragnar........" She continued, as she leant down and plucked a flower. The sight of her chest through the top of her open shirt, eliciting a soft moan from the Viking. His cock protesting even more, as she stood back up and moved toward him; before slowly placing the flower behind his ear.

"I know that you are on your way to my brother's cabin. I know what it is that you, Flóki and Helga do. And I can only say that it is such a shame........." (Y/n) continued, before taking a seat on a large stone. A smile coming to her lips, as his brows furrowed in confusion.

"A shame............?"

"Yes.........that a man like you, a skutilsvein of Ragnar's, should have to share a woman with another. Even if that other, is my brother. A shame, that a warrior such as yourself, does not have a lover that his and only his. I mean, it is true that Helga is a lovely woman, both in face and temperament; but still, it must irk you a little that now you must rely on my brother, to ask you to join them, instead of being able to just take what you want, when you want." (Y/n) explained, before she leant back on the rock. Sighing happily, as rays of warm sunlight found her body. Torstein now able to see the subtle darker colour of her nipples, though the thin shirt. Images of him taking those nipples between his thumb and finger; of sucking them into his mouth and allowing his tongue to twist around them. Of reaching up under the shirt, that barely came down to her knees, to find out if he was making her as wet, as she was making him hard, filling his mind.

"Is that right..........?"

"Of course.......I may not venture into town; but I still know that there are many women that are there. Many good women, that I am sure you could choose from. Though........"

"Though.............?" Torstein interrupted, as he took a step closer to the boatbuilder's sister.

"Though........if none of those take your fancy, there are of course woman that do not live in town that might be interested in your attention.........." The völva continued. A small smile pulling at her plump lips, as she saw the bulge at the front of his trousers.

"And what woman would you have in mind...........?" The table-man enquired. His eyes growing wide, as she suddenly stood and pulled the undershirt over her head. Pressing her now naked body up against him, before her lips found his. Torstein growling under his breath, as his hands wandered her bare flesh. Making their way down her sides, before grabbing onto her buttocks, and kneading the supple flesh. The kiss becoming more passionate, more lustful with every moment, before (Y/n) pulled away. Torstein about to protest, to say he wanted more, he wanted everything; wanted to not have to share. Fearing for a moment that she had just been teasing him. Yet, as he thought it was all over, (Y/n) reached for his hand, before turning and pulling him along with her, as they made their way further into the trees. Torstein hoping that this was going to end as he hoped. And that from now on, when he made his way into the woods, it would be to come and see the beautiful boatbuilder's sister.