Looking forward to my new deliciously naughty M/M/M erotic short story with Loki and Thor, Claiming Thor’s Hammer?
All of Asgard depends on Thor, and his legendary hammer Mjölnir, to protect them from their foes. So when Thor returns one night without his hammer, refusing to say how it was lost or where it may be, all of Asgard is at risk. Loki tracks Mjölnir to the muscular arms of the fearsome warlord Thrym, who reluctantly agrees to a deal: Thrym will return Thor’s hammer in exchange for Freyja, the most beautiful woman in Asgard.
There’s only one problem with Loki’s plan: Freyja refuses to marry the ruthlessly handsome Thrym. Low on options, Loki insists he can still retrieve the hammer. All it will take is wrapping Thor in a wedding dress obnoxious enough to allow him to pass for Freyja.
Once inside the dark confines of Thrym’s castle, however, things take an erotic turn not even Loki the Trickster could have predicted…
The story releases on November 3rd…but you don’t have to wait that long for a sneak peek.
I’ve already showed the opening scene, so here’s one a bit closer to the action… 😉
Claiming Thor’s Hammer ~ Sneak Peek
The wedding feast was a disaster.
I’d tried to talk to Thor about proper wedding etiquette, but naturally the Thunderer ignored everything I said. I warned him it was not proper for the bride to consume entire barrels of mead at the feast. Or a whole ox. Or every one of the little pastries and crudités prepared for the bridal party. After Thor devoured the entire wedding cake by himself, I figured we were sunk.
I jumped when someone elbowed me in the ribs. Hard.
“My bride’s got quite the appetite,” Thrym said, raising an eyebrow at me.
I fluttered my eyelashes and shoved my tits under his nose, hoping my female form would distract Thrym from the whiskers starting to poke out the top of Thor’s bridal veil.
“Oh, Thrym, she’s heard so much about your prowess. And your endurance. She’s been unable to eat a thing, she’s been so excited.”
Thrym frowned at me.
“And of course, she wanted to maintain her girlish figure before the wedding,” I said, with a saccharine smile.
I turned to Thor just long enough to see the death glare he shot me.
“She’s got such fierce, red eyes,” Thrym said.
“Well, what did you expect, Master Thrym,” I placed my hand on Thrym’s thigh, just a bit higher than was proper. “She’s been tossing and turning all night, wishing for your companionship in her bed.”
Thrym chuckled. “Is that so? I had no idea Freyja could drink so much mead.”
“I know,” I said, with a demure little purr of a laugh. I leaned close to his ear, whispering against his neck. “She’s insatiable in so many ways, Master Thrym.”
Thrym roared laughter at that. “Is that so, little maid?”
I nodded, batting my eyelashes like crazy. Thrym whacked me on the back.
“Then enough of this foreplay! Let’s have the union now!”
The room erupted in cheers. Thor pushed himself away from the table and stood, the front of his beaded white dress looking somewhat worse for the wear. He knelt next to Thrym and I bent down with him, frantically trying to adjust his damn veil to cover his damn beard.
Thrym put both his hands on Thor’s shoulders. “Freyja of the Æsir, you are mine now,” he said. “Through all Nine Realms, and for all time, you are my wife.”
Thor grunted and nodded. Happily, a Jötunn wedding ceremony didn’t require the bride to do much more than that. Thrym pulled Thor to his feet and leaned in for the kiss.
I jumped between the bride and groom.
“Oh, Master Thrym, not here!” I said, wrapping my fingers around Thrym’s enormous bicep.
Thrym blinked, looking confused.
“My mistress is so very excited for the wedding night,” I said, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “If Freyja got started now, well, you both might just give this crowd a bit more of a show than you intend.”
Thrym boomed a laugh and clapped Thor on the back hard enough to make us both flinch.
“Hear that?” he said to the crowd. “Freyja’s a lusty little wench! Now, let’s hallow this union!”
I took a deep breath. In a Jötunn wedding, the bride swears fealty to her husband by placing her hands on his most valued possession. Thrym’s most valued possession, now, had to be Mjölnir. At least, I hoped so.
If everything went according to my plan, this was when Thrym would bring out Mjölnir and all but dump it in Thor’s lap. Thor would then rip off his dress, bash some heads, and go back to Asgard, Mjölnir in hand, leaving me with the mental image of Thor the Thunderer in a puffy white dress to savor until Ragnarök.
“This is it,” I whispered to Thor. “Get ready.”
Thor pushed me out of the way and stood up.
He left the room.
I blinked as his impressive shoulders, sparkling in beaded ivory cloth, vanished through a door behind the great fireplace.
What the actual fuck?
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