𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 || 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

Warning: Sexual content

THOR HAD GOTTEN WORD OF LEILA'S RECOVERY. It had been all he needed to take Jane by the hand and walk through the many halls in the hope of finding her. Making their way toward the top of the palace and stopping at her bedroom door. Two guards stood guard, eyes shifting uneasily to the God of Thunder and mortal.

"She has been unbridled since she returned to her quarters, sir," one of them stated.

The other nodded. "We heard crashing inside and thought about entering but you understand how we may be... reluctant of such a prospect."

Fear still hung over many Asgardians when Alexion's people were brought up. Because although Odin and Asgard as a whole won against the won and cast the rogue realm from their alliance, Alexion still claimed fear from the hearts of men and women. They had been a powerful foe and managed to take thousands of soldiers without ever lifting a sword. But now, after all of Alexion was turned to dust and rubble, Leila still held their fury. What once was in every soldier under the Alexion banner now fell under one girl. And with that much anger and fighting capabilities, she was a force not to be reckoned with.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Jane asked, stepping out from behind Thor.

"No, Ma'am. All we know is she left with Mimir after she woke up and came back alone," the guard informed. "After that, she began screaming and that's when things started to be tossed around."

Jane knew of Leila's sudden outburst or sudden anxious aura that came once and a while. Jumping at the sight of shadows in the night, unaware it was her own. She was fragile and Jane could never understand how to cure her from these thoughts.

So, with these cautions and warnings in mind, the pair slowly opened the door. Firstly seeing the beams of the bed snapped and laid out on the bed. There were cups made from bones scattered across the ground. A cabinet on its face with book pages ripped from the seems and laying on the floor. And once the door was finally open, they saw Leila.

She kneeled amongst the chaos surrounding her, body slightly hunched over with her figure rising and falling from laboured breaths.

"She's gone. Fenris... She's gone, Thor." Her voice only elevated above a broken whisper. Words cracked and measured in small portions. Leila's mind was in disarray and her heart was broken.

Sniffling, the woman looked over her shoulder at the God. "Why didn't you come and tell me?" She whispered. "I deserved to know."

Thor thought of his words carefully. Stepping toward the woman and almost feeling a sense of deja vu. "Leila, my father wouldn't-"

"Fuck your father!" She yelled. Leila stood to her feet, facing the man. "Do you know what that man did to her? Do you know the story?" When he bowed his head, Leila then turned her fiery gaze to Jane. "Do you want to know what the "All-Father" did to that poor animal?"

Jane helplessly looked between Thor and her girlfriend, unsure of what to do. But her silence was an answer good enough for Leila. "He and Tyr tricked the animal. Bounding her in an unbreakable restraint that left the animal unable to move. Her last moments were of fear as the air from her lungs was ripped from her--I couldn't be there for her!" She wept.

In no way did Leila claim to know everything. She had no explainable reason as to what strove Thor to do such a thing to Fenris. But it seemed, in her mind, the man continued to destroy every relationship she'd forged from the purest part of her heart. She had walked into this world with an open mind and helped others see what she saw. But she believed Odin was seizing every opportunity to punish her for something she had no part in.

She was not her ancestor's fault.

Pursing her lips, she grabbed Thor's arms and whispered, "Thor, you know how much Fenris meant to me. I just want to know why," she said desperately. "Why wouldn't you tell me?"

"I didn't wish to trouble you with the pain." His hands softly cupped her face. Forcing her cloudy gaze to meet his, paining him to see tears brimming in those beautiful eyes of hers. "If I told you or didn't, I would only be replacing the pain with another. I only wished for you to be happy with Jane."

She was drowning. Fighting against waves that continued to keep her under. She just wanted it to stop. She wanted to breathe. But she couldn't voice her distress because everything that kept her afloat, the support she once had, was sleeping out from underneath her. All she had left was two people she loved more than herself.

And she wanted to hate Thor. She wanted to hurt him to unimaginable lengths just so he could know how she felt. But she cared too much. She felt safe by his side and going on so long with him hurt. And she knew that if he had the choice, he would've been here with her and Jane. They both loved him more than he would ever understand. But he hurt her. Even if the reasoning was justified and Leila appreciated his thoughtfulness, he still created a wound that would take years to heal.

"What did I do to deserve this? I lost my home, I'm scared Jane'll be taken from me. Now this?" She looked up at him, desperate to find the answers to these questions. But it was hopeless. Even Mimir couldn't give her what she wanted. "What did I do to be given such a punishment?"

Leila couldn't imagine the thought of Fenris blaming her for her death. Let alone think Jane might think her lack of providing information about Talon's senses might be because of her current predicament. The weight just continued to stockpile until she was breathing rapidly, unable to find an anchor to keep her close to reality.

"You're not going to lose me, baby." Jane chimed in, earning the first look at Leila's broken, anxious gaze. The genuine fear in her eyes of her own thoughts broke Jane. "I may not look like much, but I'll kick someone's ass if I have to."

A shaky laugh fell from Leila, a hand covering her mouth. The action made Thor stop her, causing her to freeze up. "Don't hide it from us, Leila." He slowly pulled away her hand, lifting it to his lips where he pressed gentle kisses to her palm. "Let us see your beauty and happiness."

Her eyes were wide, staring up at the man with a warm flush invading her complexion. A steady and faint shiver ran through her body as she bit her bottom lip, staring up at the man. And Jane watched with a calculated gaze, eyes taking interest in every single flicker of emotions that crossed Leila's face. "I need you." She looked between the two, seeing their perplexed expression shift. "The both of you."

It'd been a hot tirade of desire and need. From touch to the feverish lips, Leila had felt press to her neck and shoulders. Their hands made quick work to relieve herself of the useless garments that clung to her body. And she was quick to do the same as well. But it'd ended with her being laid out on her table with Thor between her legs and Jane's wet slit hovering above her.

This was Valhalla.

"Does he feel good, Leila?" Jane's voice was drowned out by the thick echoing of skin hitting another. Her eyes slightly shut to enjoy her girlfriend's wet tongue flicking through her fold, gently pressing against her puffy button.

A moan vibrated through her in response, earning a shiver from Jane. Smiling in approval of Leila's fingertips digging into her thighs. Craving herself into the mortal's flesh. Out of possession or obsession, Jane wasn't sure. But she loved it nonetheless.

This had been Leila's first REAL experience with a man. Truthfully, there had been many nights where she got a little too drunk and ended up sharing a bed with a man. But just as he pushed in, ready to set a pleasurable pace, Thor managed to stop it every time. He said it was to protect her, but now, she thought otherwise.

He'd always wanted to feel her first.

But pleasuring Jane was child's play. She was predictable. Keeping her from falling over the edge was the challenging part and Leila preferred leaving her girlfriend satisfied after a long day of work. Spacing out the thrusts of her tongue, avoiding the clit to prolong the experience, simply tasting her with eager licks. It all had to be balanced and Leila loved it.

Jane opened her eyes wider, taking in Thor's state in amusement.

He was dripping in sweat. Strands of blonde locks sticking to his face with his chest heaving breaths. It was adorable. Who would've known the two inferior beings had more stamina than a god?

"You've got Thor feining, Leila," Jane teased. "I always dreamed he would enjoy your pussy."

Such vulgarity wasn't new, but hearing it from Jane shook Thor from his daze. Yet, it struck a finer part of him that made his thrusts become feral. A primal seduction claiming his mind and actions that took direct effect on Leila.

Leila gasped, back arching with a guttural growl of approval. Twitching with each ruthless pound of his pelvis to your hips. Feeling this vigorous surge cling to her, wrapping her arms around Jane's thighs and keeping her pussy pressed to her lips. Eliciting a cry from the mortal, her hips rolling in desperation.

All three of them were out in the deep end. Their bodies were intertwined and connected in the purest forms. And despite the circumstances that awaited them outside, they didn't dream of being anywhere else.

This was love.