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Loki sat on a throne of white muscle while a strangled groan sputtered from between his lips. His cock spasming and pumping the last, pitiful, load over thick digits. Holdr casually drank from a chalice while he felt the coyote's form clench and massage his knot once again. A familiar sensation after the sixth time he forced the coyote's body to release seminal fluid. Loki's nutsack was pulled tight to his body and even gave him a smooth appearance. Drained, he was left a drooling, panting, mess sat atop Holdr's frame.

"Everything you've always wanted?" Holdr growled with an amused tone.

"Cocky bastard," Loki spat before he turned and snatched Holdr's chalice away. The coyote sucked down the wine before Holdr returned the favor and refilled it. "No one has ever drained my balls like this before."

"Perhaps I feed on the feeling of a male's ass squeezing and milking my spire in delight." Holdr tucked his snout against a tall ear, "your moans tasted like ambrosia."

The wolf grumbled with content while a tongue traced Loki's ear rim. Silvery fangs caught the thin membrane between them before they gave subtle gnaws.

"You insatiable beast," Loki said and flicked his ear away from the teases. "I should not be surprised, you are born of Odin's sperm."

"Mmm in ways, you now have Odin in you. Don't tell me you haven't thought about what his prick would feel like splitting your cheeks."

Holdr couldn't see the blush on Loki's cheeks but felt his bulb squeezed tighter in spite. It was shortly after when it relaxed and the coyote began to tug forward.

"Odin's seed is about to be wasted on the ground," Loki grumbled.

Holdr grinned and cradled Loki's butt, massaging and spreading those globes wide while the back of his knot crowned the stretched pucker. A spurt of hot cum squirted between tightened flesh and tainted the wolf's fur with its scent. The coyote's tail hiked higher as more of that knot was removed. With a wet pop and splash of sperm, Holdr's angry looking cock slid free of the coyote. Loki moaned and attempted to clench his ass, but the ring closed only so far. The coyote felt the thickly musky seed soak both of his thighs while a pool of the watery cum formed between his legs.

That is until he felt a tongue at his swollen ring. He felt Holdr's breaths cool the cum in his fur while the wolf drank his own fluid from his body. Lips pressed against the pucker while his wolfish tongue tickled those muscles to relax and continue to release. Loki moaned and closed his eyes savoring the moment of soft affection. The coyote's length slowly retreated into his golden sheath just as the wolf's head pulled back. Pink tongue swiped across black, cum-glazed, lips before breaking into a predatory grin.

"Insatiable beast indeed." Holdr said before adding, "but not uncivilized."

The floor creaked when Holdr stood up and towered over Loki. The wolf set a large hand on his shoulder and guided him toward an adjacent chamber. A private bath presented itself while freshly, heated, water flowed from the open maw of one of Poseidon's pets. The wolf was the first to sink into the pool, the water worked through his fur and whisked away sweat and fluid from his body. Water spilled over the stone sides when Holdr dunks his head beneath the water's surface only to appear at the opposite end.

Loki watched before he too entered the water's warm embrace, muscles relaxed as he dunks himself into the water as well only to appear at Holdr's front. Both of their bodies seemed renewed of life. Holdr's fur shined brilliant white while Loki's golden sands shifted onto the wolf's knees. Their bodies speckled by diamonds that flowed over their sculpted bodies that fur hid; they deserved their titles as gods.

Holdr welcomed Loki with a rumble and pushed the smaller frame tighter upon his lap. Both seemed content to enjoy the warmth of the cleansing water and each other's company. However, Loki's ears swiveled and shifted in thought.

"I'm curious as to what you intend to do with the information I've given you," Loki said.

Holdr grumbled, "still your mouth, you've shattered the fragility of the water's music."

"Solitude then? I should have known someone as dense as you would prove to be boring with such insightful information--"

"I don't know what I can do with that information," Holdr growled.

Loki chuckled and played a hand over Holdr's chest. A claw traced over some of the deeper scars before he said, "now I know why you are the way you are. No gifts in creativity." Holdr's lips curled while he growled threateningly, "such a vicious reaction to my teases. It makes me wonder why you hold such animosity toward your brother."

Holdr's growls were swiftly shattered by an outburst, "he is a peacocking prick and the star of my father and mother!"

Loki, in the midst of a reply, was distracted by a sudden outburst. Both canines perked their ears, the coyote's face plastered with curiosity while Holdr's scowl turned to disdain. Holdr slid from beneath Loki and walked with an annoyed stride through the shifting water. The water rolled from his legs as if fingers attempting to keep Holdr from leaving the pool, but the wolf's body was determined. Loki scrambled after him, shook the water from his body, before scurrying into the main chambers.

Long snout swiveled and whiskers flared with alertness. A cold gust of air burst past his body before he found Holdr, naked and wet, back out on the balcony. His head turned down toward the activities below. Loki stepped up beside the wolf whose breath clouded the air like a vent of steam.

"Come on, Odin's blessing on any who can pierce or bludgeon my son's flesh!"

"Dad, you're making a show of this?" Baldr said.

"Not a show, but a game! Aha, come on you first!"

Loki's ears flicked as he watched an arrow fired at Baldr which splintered on contact when it struck Baldr's torso. The gods and goddesses clapped in amusement as Baldr struck a pose. He smiled wide for his father just as a spear was flung at his frame. The metal point collided with his body, the point curled and folded before the staff fell uselessly to Baldr's feet.

"Seems they are up to their old games, what a dancing monkey," Holdr said.

The cold air wrapped Holdr's body whose fur began to show signs of rigidity. When the wolf moved it came with the crackle and squeal of ice that had formed on his wet body. Loki looked between Holdr and the continuing game below. Behind golden eyes, an idea began to form, one most mischievous and insane that it just might work.

"Why don't you join them this time around Holdr," Loki asked.

Holdr grumbled, "there would not be a point in participating in such activities. It'll only solidify my brother's glorious life." The white wolf shook his fur while frost flung from his body carried away by the wind, "I will look like a fool."

"You won't tonight if you really want to. I've brought a gift for you," Loki said with a wide grin.

Holdr's ears perked as Loki's feet scraped across the ice and snow back into the warmth of the room. The wolf followed behind and extended his hand for his chalice to return to him.

Loki's speed was unmatched. Before the wolf set foot within his chamber the coyote was dressed and rummaging through a small pouch. The coyote brought out a seed before setting the pouch on Holdr's bed. There was a look of concern on the coyote's face, but Holdr could not sense it. He was more focused on the magic that manifested in the coyote's hands, that seed growing and forming into a long shaft. The distinct shape of mistletoe leaves grew at one end and morphed into an arrow fletching. The tip, sharp, and vicious while the coyote tested it with a claw.

"Here we go, an arrow made of mistletoe, completely unassuming looks like nothing more than a headless arrow. But it may prove deadly or at least a brow raiser," Loki said as he pressed the arrow into Holdr's free hand along with a pouch full of liquid. "However, if such a device is not something you'd enjoy experimenting with you could try this." Loki flicked the bottom of the pouch, "a salve of mistletoe to smear on any weapon or tool of your choice."

Holdr's ears flicked in thought fingers feeling over the items he had been given. He felt something that he hadn't felt before, potential domain over his brother. The very thought that he could potentially do anything to the seemingly invincible brother made his chest rumble. Loki didn't think Holdr could wag his tail, but the subtle sway of the billowy limb swung like a pendulum.

"You clever thing," Holdr said.

"It is in my name," Loki said. "I'll leave it up to you to decide what you want to do Holdr. I can tell the shadow of your brother weighs heavy on your heart but it is not my decision to pull you from the darkness."

Loki gave a pat to Holdr's chest before he moved toward the chamber door. Not bothering to open it, Loki simply walked through the heavy, wooden, panel. Holdr, breathed in a deep draw of breath before he moved to put the arrow into his quiver. The seed and salve left on a table. Holdr's uncertainty began to dissolve while he pulled on his ceremonial armor. Leathers were decorative bearing dyed surfaces depicting some of his adventures. Ornate studs and carefully cut panels decorated the straps that wrapped his chest. His bow and the quiver strapped to his back while a sword hung from his hip. A heavy weapon that only Holdr could wield in one hand; not to mention use it well without sight.

The white wolf, Holdr, shined brilliantly as his body entered the warm embrace of the party. Snowy fur glistened in the warmth of flame while ears swiveled and turned mapping out his movement through the crowd. Lungs were filled with air that seemed to calm his thoughts and offered a buffet of scents of the gods and goddesses in the throws of hedonistic glee. But that warmth he felt it reminded him of Baldr, the summer's light. A distinct contrast to himself, veiled in a cold strictness that intimidated most in his presence; a beast amongst divinity. Holdr felt eyes on him but could not tell who they were. But his brother he could feel with certainty and began to walk in Baldr's direction. He heard the black wolf's voice draw nearer, a cheerful inflection in his tone. White ears flicked when a second voice became clear; Nanna. It was only confirmed when his nose caught her distinct perfume; it soured the momentary high spirits he felt.

"Brother! You've come out of your cavern. I had begun to think that you've forgotten how to let loose," Baldr said.

"I thought he let loose on the battlefield and not at social gatherings," Nana said but had a teasing tone to her voice.

"Brother, Nanna, hope I am not late," Holdr grumbled.

Baldr laughed and wrapped his hand around his twin's shoulder, "it is never too late for a drink with my favorite brother."

"I'm your only brother Baldr--"

"Tsk, tsk, I'd say the same even if we had other siblings. Come on, let's find a place to sit and be merry."

Baldr and Nanna lounged on a shared pillow while Holdr chose to sit on the stone ledge of a raised planter. The trio drank and ate as Baldr recounted stories of fools, adventures, and his childhood.

"Don't you remember when we would play hide and seek. I could never hide from you brother," Baldr said. "Even when I hid at the bottom of the sea."

"Mmm, I do remember that I also remember the burn of my flesh as I waited in my boat."

Baldr laughed, "I remember that! All day I stayed under the ocean waves and by nightfall I came up and collided with the bottom of your boat."

"Oh my sweet wolf, I bet that hurt," Nanna said. "Why were you such a fool?"

"Well I don't know, I've never actually felt pain," Baldr sighed and rubbed his chin, "I guess when I was younger I assumed he had the same ability as my own."

Holdr grunted with a sour look on his face. "What was that name you gave me the morning after?"

"Hmm, I don't remember," Baldr said before his body perked, "oh right! Salmon wolf, you were really pink brother."

"Aha, that is devilish. I didn't know wolves could burn under the sun." Nanna said.

"Yeah neither did I," Holdr and Baldr said

Balder looked at his brother hearing the sourness in his tone, "oh come on, you're not sour about that story, are you? It was years ago, I mean come on Holdr I've never known you as one to hold a grudge."

Nanna rumbled in thought while she sipped her wine. They all began to show signs of drunkenness, Holdr slouched over and anchored to his knees while Baldr leaned against Nanna.

"Perhaps he is jealous, I mean you do have a unique gift. I mean no offense, but what does your brother have? Not sight that is for sure."

"I see more than you'd think," Holdr said with a growl, "like your hand against my brother's sheath. Tell me, is he knotted yet?"

Nanna purred and grinned, "why don't you tell me? Come here and feel for yourself," she said.

"Wait, no don't taunt him to coming to play with us," Baldr said. "He knows he is more than welcomed to enjoy our company or even your company if you are willing."

"Of course I am, it could be a fun night to enjoy the company of the Slayer."

Holdr's ears perked as he caught a slight bite in Nanna's words that made his stomach lurch in anger.

"Come on Nanna, don't call him that name," Baldr said.

"Its okay brother, it would be the second time I've been called that name this night. Though I imagine this is a different context." Holdr grumbled but opened up his body some, "apparently it is well earned, I'm a rough lay," his usual, cold, bite returned to his tone. "But I will have to decline your offer of play. The flower I had desired has grown old and wilted; you're more than welcomed to press it and preserve it as long as you want Baldr. Won't change the fact that the once vibrant and soft flesh of petals is forever dried and lost."

Holdr grinned as he heard Nanna's purrs turn to a low growl.

"Well I've gone soft," Baldr said, "uh, anyone want more wine? I'm going to find some more wine."

Baldr rolled out of the comfort of the pillows and left Nanna and Holdr alone. Her eyes bore holes in Holdr's body, a look of expectancy on her face.

"Care to explain the attitude?"

"Hmm? Has your fur bristled?"

"Yes, I didn't deserve that. We used to be close--"

"Why did you choose him over me?"

"Is this what has you in a mood? I told you once before, I don't feel love for you anymore. It would never work out between us Holdr."

Holdr's ears folded back and that smug sneer dissolved.

"What changed? We used to make a dream team. I remember those nights under the stars--"

"Those days are behind us Holdr. I care for you, like a sister to a brother, but we all changed as soon as we began to answer the prayers of our followers."

Holdr sighed and straightened his back, "you're right. I'm just being a nostalgic fool. I apologize for acting the way I did."

"It is okay Holdr, it is just who you are. I don't hold it against you, can't imagine what you've been through--"

"Describe to me how much you love my brother."

The lioness's ears flicked forward and she smiled warmly, "I thought it was obvious. He is like a ray of sunlight in my life. A firm column to lean on when I need it, an ear to whisper into it with confidentiality. Whenever I'm around him I am filled with this warmth and comfort. He is the right one for me and will do what I can to protect him from all evils."

Holdr nodded his head, "and when you are around me?"

"Cold and sorrow," she said.

Baldr stumbled between them both, a fresh bottle of wine in hand.

"Baldr to the rescue! I am always amazed at how heavily stocked Dionysus is with his wine. It is almost like he just pisses it out!"

Holdr scrunched his nose at Baldr's phrasing and felt the bottle tipped into his chalice.

"Come on, let's have a toast." Baldr said, "too good friends, health, and long lives!"

"To good friends, health, and long lives!" she said.

"To good friends, health, and long lives," he said with bitterness.

Holdr drank his wine, one ear raised and swiveled toward Baldr as he continued to talk with Nanna and others that passed. It wasn't until the mare named Hastseoltoi greeted Baldr and inquired about his impervious nature. It wasn't long after that a new game began and Holdr smiled inwardly.

"Okay huntress, aim true."

"I never miss my mark," Hastseoltoi said.

Her arrow flew true, poised for Baldr's eye the wolf couldn't help but flinch at the incoming point. However, as soon as the stone tip of the arrow contacted his eyelid the shaft rolled off to the side of his head to the amazement of the goddess.

"I never have seen a thing like this, what trickery is it?"

"Nothing tricky," Odin's voice boomed over the crowd. "Frigg made a pact with earth to not cause harm to Baldr."

"You mean I could drop boulder and it wouldn't hurt him?"

Odin just nodded his head and wagged his tail. But his head snapped toward Holdr before his smile widened.

"Holdr! My boy, you've come out to the party. Why don't you play the game as well? Come on, fire an arrow at your brother."

"He is a blind wolf," Hastseoltoi said.

"Yes, but he has the best aim on these shores. Unmatched by any," Odin said and added, "he is a natural fighter and a heart larger than even mine. That same heart that makes his arrows fly true and his blade to never miss a jugular."

His father's proud words made Holdr's heart feel warm as he stood and wobbled on his feet.

"That's right," he said as he drew his bow. "Though I might not have as true of a shot now, damn you, Dionysus."

Holdr attempted to make a joke but only garnered reserved laughter from the kinder of folks. He grumbled and drew the arrow of mistletoe from his quiver.

"Everyone might be in danger." the mare said.

"He'll be fine," Baldr said as he stood chest toward his brother. "Come on Holdr, fire that arrow!"

"Ready brother?"

Holdr notched and drew his bow and took general aim at his brother. His arm shook under the immense pressure of the bow, at least that is what he thought it was.

"Ready!"

Holdr felt his fingers grow stiff on the string as if they had turned to stone and refused to let go of the arrow. His ears flicked as he fought against his body in an attempt to release the deadly arrow until finally, the string slipped from his grip. His string whistled as it whipped forward and propelled the arrow toward his brother. Eyes closed as the wolf visibly flinched.

"Baldr!" Odin called out.

"Great shot," the mare said.

"I'll say, that one nearly got my heart," Baldr said.

Holdr's ears perked as he heard his brother's voice, confused as to why the arrow hadn't pierced his brother. The fur along his neck flattened in silent relief as he figured Loki's information was false.

"How'd you learn to catch arrows?" Odin said.

"Well I mean I've had countless arrows fired at me, just thought I'd do something different this time around," Baldr said.

The black wolf approached Holdr and hugged the wolf tight.

"I'm touched that you actually flinched brother, but you know I can't be hurt."

Holdr hugged back as Baldr's breath tickled his inner ear. The wolf could feel something firm press against his thigh and deduced that it was his brother's cock. Hidden beneath his robes, Holdr's head canted.

"I'm going to keep this arrow, I want an explanation later," Baldr whispered into Holdr's ear.

Holdr didn't react to his brother's words and smiled as their hug separated.

"That was too much excitement for one night," Holdr said, "but for my brother's courage, I will reward him the finest ambrosia to be had in my room!"

Baldr switched the arrow between his hands and snuck the black palm beneath Holdr's armor. Baldr nodded his head and walked away from his brother, arrow in hand. Holdr nodded his head and stepped out of the warmth of the courtyard and into the bitter cold of the winter's night. As soon as his chamber door closed the wolf's stoic expression broke into look of concern.