(A night with Lady Sif.)

Chapter fourteen:

God of destruction." Lady Sif muttered silently to herself. Her eyes scanned the battlefield and it left her in a sort of stupor. The green terror, the giant angry warrior in a sort of stupor. She wasn't expecting much from the battle, she was just here to act as to see how things went, there should have been nothing special about this one. Since it was one of many thousand upon thousands of small battles fought throughout.

She didn't come with much interest, other than to monitor and see how the tide went.

They've already won." she said to herself. The green one had probably decimated an elite squad of giant gnolls. The deployment of a giant gnoll squad by itself was beyond unexpected. They controlled hundreds of thousands of gnolls and for a squad to be launched was something unexpected.

But then came the surprise. The one they called the One Below All. The one who's physique defined the essence of the word musculature and strength. He went through the enemies like Odin's spear through a frost giants heart. He was terrifying to drive back the army with just his mad gaze of anger distorted battle pleasure, he ripped apart the very skull of the giant gnoll with his bare hand's. In that very moment he was the most fitting representation of power. Thor was the god of strength, but that was because he was born a god. This warrior before her was born a mortal. Warriors of Asgard were honest, more so a Valkyrie, she admitted, the warrior drew at her attention. Her mind drifted off to move sensual thoughts before she had to stop herself, this was the battlefield, she was here to fight not daydream. Everything else can come when they were back in Valhalla. That's where they could get pleasure and rest, they were in a constant state of war. If you don't take the presented opportunity while you have it, there might not be a second time. Wars have unexpected results. Especially wars like these- living today didn't gurantee living tommorow.

Lady Sif." A voice said behind her. She recognized the voice, she turned to the night black crow perched on a tree branch and went down on a knee, bowing respectfully before it.

Lady Sif greets lord Odin, the black crow was over the two favorites of Odin, they acted as his eyes and ears throughout the nine realms. And also as a mouthpiece.

Rise my Valkyrie. Tell me how the battle is processing.

The Valkyrie nodded and rose to her feet.

The battle went better than expected. We have minimal loses on our side. The lost lands are already back under Asgard's protection."

The black crow of Odin, Hugin nodded. It seemed to have been an easy victory, it was a small battle after all.

It was lord Odin. But there is a warrior who has caught my attention."

Oh?" Odin was surprised. Lady Sif had been on many battlefields, she hasn't once mentioned a warrior who stood out, gaining her attention was harder than taming a fire giant. Her standard's for qualifying them as such were quite brutal, even more so for new warriors." Tell me about this warrior of yours. In which legion does he belong?"

Yours lord Odin... I've believe you met him already. He is the green warrior... She began explaining.

Hugin sagely nodded his head. Odin smiled fondly, it was the warrior who refused to kneel but instead seemed to have his battle intent ignited. He listened to Lady Sif divulge his exploits. The king of Asgard was very much interested in this warrior.

The battle was a steamrolled blast. I throughly enjoyed it, and as added I also gained more fame. Well that was obviously considering I was basically a one man army out there, and this was just my second time on the battlefield. I wouldn't be surprised if I had caught the eyes of the higher ups in Asgardian management. I wasn't going to be down playing myself. I need to get promoted to a higher status to achieve my aims. In Asgard theirs five ranks lowest of warriors. The lowest rank being the similarly named lowest ranked warriors which consisted of the newbies and those with flimsy saga's. After that came the inferior ranked warriors, skilled warriors that were able to participate in the more intense battlefields and were granted better advantages such as new intermediate which became commander's who could directly lead warriors on the battlefield, from then on you would begin to build up divinity. Next the superior ranked warriors and the top ranked warriors after that. The advantages would continue to exponentially increase in relation to warrior rank as well as the level of danger you have to face on the battlefield.

And if you managed to rise through all those ranks, well then you're on your way to becoming a god." I suppose they too have their ranks. The Anti- God hmm, that actually has a nice ring to it.

(Synchro rate: 12%.)

(Lowest rank runes: 452.)

(Inferior rank runes: 129.)

I gained a higher variety of rune's and a ton of them at that. My synchro rate rose again and I had another slot for saga's. It was a good battle.

(Sometime later.)

Lady Sif stick's her card in, then dramatically intones, Open sesame." The lock clicks. Finally! She turns the handle and we spill into a semi- dark suite together. She puts the key in it's slot next to the door, and all the lights in the suite come on. Very convenient because I want to see her. She pushes me against the wall, her mouth ravenous on mine. I kiss her back, my need no less intense than before. It's like all the logistics of leaving the club and coming to the cabin and finding this room have whipped my lust to an Everest- like height- as though they were necessary steps before the most sumptuous meal ever.

I smile up at her. She's all mine too- for the night. She puts her calves over my shoulders and drives into me. With every thrust pleasure build's exponentially. She seems to know exactly how hard to to push and what angle to it. The bliss swell's until I think I'm going to explode, and it finally rips through her, burning her inside out. I scream. Then she crest again, harder and faster than she's ever done before. I manage to open my eyes and see her beautiful face, escasty twisting her sublime features. But as our breathing settles and she wrap's herself around me, I tell myself that it's better this way. All I can commit to at the moment is this single glorious night.