Nova Peak ε

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a rumble pressed against her throat, his tongue brazen to lave the side of her face. she was happy and he wanted to bring her voice to stirring pink life here in the hjem she had chosen. to hear his tongue in her voice pleased skorpa immensely, and for a dazzled moment he only stared with great fascination at her face.

ayovi began to draw again, and, tucking her close to his hip, the northman watched. they beneath a mountain, and starlight shining down. her voice questioned. she wished to know more. "nova moun-tain," skorpa tried, and then; "stjernebjerg." there were other ways to say it, but most apt for the two sounds she had given were these. "stjerne," and he touched the stars. "bjerg," for his brush of claws to the stylized peak.

remembering, a smile crossed the filthy crags of his delighted face. "ayovi bigsky. skorpa bigsky." it was the first word she had used to describe such a place.

how did she soften him? he was a man of the gods; the gods had thrown him from home and placed him beneath the testing teeth of another. had that been the work too of Odin? and see; skorpa had followed ayovi since then, protective and with no less want. yet he had not been entitled to her choosing, and she had given it.

remembering; recalling; his flushing skin raced hot in recollection, and he pressed a kiss very softly to the rounded place of one slim shoulder, but made himself pull away in the next. "jeg vil indsamle vores skind og kød," the man decided, jerking a gesture toward the path up which he and she had come. his smile promised a fast return, for he wanted that bearpelt beneath ayovi with a quickness.

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