#Nerþuz x sharena

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The Goddess of Happiness

Written for the Ladies Bingo on Dreamwidth

Prompt: Anthropomorphic Personifications of Abstract Concepts

Title: The Goddess of Happiness

Ship: Nerþuz/Sharena

Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,553

Warnings: Major Character Death

Tags: Angst, Came Back Wrong, It Gets Worse, Bittersweet Ending,

   Humans die.

   That’s what they do. They die. They are born, they experience the world for all its thrills and spills, highs and tragedies, and then they die. They die alone, they die in the company of loved ones, they die. 

   Their lives were so intricate and complex and yet so utterly meaningless.

   At least to a Goddess because what is sixty, eighty, or even a hundred years before infinity? Against all eternity? Fucking nothing, that’s what.

   That’s what Nerþuz thought anyway. Or used to think. She was the Land Mother and yet her attachments to the land were not all that maternal at all. No, more akin to a spoiled pet owner and an abused animal. She shouldn’t get attached after all. She had learned the hard way, when she first saw them rise to their full height, learned to swing a sword or illuminate the dark using a torch.

   She got curious and she got burned for it when she learned that this diminutive species, full of curiosity and sparks, were not like her. They were ephemeral. They got old, they greyed, they hurt each other and got sick. They died.

    Humans die.

   And after that, Nerþuz said no more and hid away in her own little world away from them. She turned that sting into hatred, anything to remind herself that humans were no good and ergo, not worth paying attention to and coming to love. There are so many of them and they raze her forests, they pollute her rivers, they desecrate the world taking that which does not belong to them and yet.

   There are exceptions.

   Like her beautiful, beloved Sharena.

   Something about her pierced through the way in which Nerþuz’s eccentricities had calcified her heart: a defence mechanism against getting attached because attachment never ends well for her. Sharena’s blithe demeanour lulled Nerþuz into a false sense of security and opened up her soul to joys long forgotten and ergo made new in her demure hands. Nerþuz - foolishly - came to believe that things would be different with Sharena.

   Oh, sweet and joyful Sharena whose splendour was in both the battlefield and in the mundane, who never failed to make her laugh or smile. She meant the world to Nerþuz and she meant more than the world to her loved ones, to her country and beyond.

   Nerþuz cursed herself. Why did she think her cute little bunny Sharena would be any different to the rest of her humankind? She was just as short-lived, just as vulnerable and frail. Her youth was not everlasting, nor was her vitality. 

   “Sharena?” Nerþuz prompted her, panic rising through her ichor as she shook Sharena’s body, trying to shake her away. “Sharena? Can you hear me?”

   Sharena lolled in her arms like a doll. Head tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted. She was smeared with blood, it looked artful along her rounded cheeks yet matted her long hair the colour and warmth of sunshine. Her arms dragged in the dirt underneath them, moving only when jostled increasingly by Nerþuz.

   “Please, Sharena, you simply must wake up. I command you!” Nerþuz pleaded with her and she continued to delude herself.

   Sharena was fine. Sharena was asleep. Sharena was the exception to humanity because Nerþuz loved her with all her strange, twisted heart. She simply could not be dead.

   Nerþuz’s eyes watered, “Please,” her voice cracked, “Sharena, I love you.”

   Death was not something a Goddess of Nerþuz’s calibre was acquainted with. She vanquished foes and enemies, sure, but death was not her affinity, death was not her domain. Her domain was of life. Of wide, open fields and sprawling desserts and verdant forests and rolling meadows. Death would ruin her, it would be the extinction of existence. It simply did not compute with Nerþuz who was well aware of what that other plane beyond life looked like.

   Death was disgusting. Death was gelatinous. Death tore open the body and caused the soul to leak through in the oozing azure or sloughing emerald. Nerþuz would not allow her Sharena to become the walking, talking puppet of that damnable state.

   Heroes were meant to be different. They were bound by the Summoner’s contract, weren’t they? Even the most ordinary of common folk were granted immortality against death in this scenario so long as they had been granted status of Hero and summoned but Sharena was not a part of that contract. 

   She had not been called forth by the Breidablik.

   She was a princess whose armoury had included the Breidablik. Big difference.

   And so, Sharena was not immune. She was a human and humans died when they were too grievously injured. It was Nerþuz’s fault. She should have protected her darling child of Midgard better, she should have been stronger. She should have done something differently. There had to have been something that she could have done differently.

   Nerþuz held Sharena closer. She hefted Sharena’s body closer to her yet lowered her head closer to her breast. Her heartbeat was long gone but Nerþuz wanted to believe if she strained her ears, she would hear it. The telltale thud… But it was useless. There was nothing but silence as rigour mortis slowly settled in.

   Nerþuz nuzzled against Sharena and cried. She smeared her tears against Sharena, her horns poked and prodded but nothing happened. Nerþuz overflowed with her grief. Her own heart ached and broke as she contended with the grim reality that her most favourite human in all the realms had died. She cradled Sharena’s body in her arms, cried on her breast and held her close in utter despair.

    Utter despair until Nerþuz realised something. She changed the trajectory of her thinking, of her emotions. She was a Goddess. She could do something about this. She would not allow for Sharena to go to that other world and become one of the walking dead, hollowed out and internal organs replaced with jelly. She would not allow it.

   Nerþuz opened her eyes and she steadied her racing heart. Everything around her slowed. The ordinance of the battles being fought in the distance quietened. The breeze dropped. And Nerþuz saw everything in crystal clear clarity. Dust began to cloud and swirl around her, pavers cracked as weeds and flowers alike uprooted and began to bloom. She did not control life, life was not her domain but life could not exist without her, life could not exist without her domain.

   All the lands resonated with the powerful emotions that Nerþuz allowed to seep out of her. Her gemstone known as the Horn of the Land hovered in front of her, pinging off the resonances that overwhelmed her surroundings as light erupted from the ground in a sigil-like shape.

   Nerþuz sacrificed an inch of her godhood to Sharena and just an inch was enough to transform a human by a mile.

   Nerþuz held her breath and held onto all her precious memories of Sharena. She cherished everything about the princess. From the shape of her smile, the way her teeth glinted in the sunlight as her eyes crinkled with happiness and laughter. The sound of her voice, it wasn’t made for operatic singing or the theatre, it was made for singing in the shower and joining festive choirs wholeheartedly without being sheepish or embarrassed. She thought of what she symbolised: the sweetheart of a nation who took up arms against enemy after enemy and for what?

   For peace of course.

   Peace. Joy. Tranquillity. Happiness.

   Nerþuz flooded Sharena’s lifeless body with these sentiments and transformed her into a goddess nothing like her. After all, humans were meant to become heroes and not gods after they died but at that moment, as Nerþuz’s body became haloed by her good intentions, she did not know that.

   All that mattered was once the spell was over, Sharena opened her eyes. They were greener than they had ever been, akin to a vernal haven and she smiled. She reached out to Nerþuz’s face and caressed it.

   “Lady Nerþuz��” she murmured before fainting, exhausted.

   Her little human body could not cope with all the magic that now coursed through it and that changed her.

   Still, Nerþuz was overjoyed from hearing Sharena’s voice once more. She couldn’t help herself, she smiled ear to ear and brought Sharena close again. She kissed Sharena’s face fervently, the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her forehead, all of her and savoured the subtlety of Sharena’s breath. She was alive. That’s all that mattered. Sharena was alive.

   But being alive, Nerþuz would come to realise, was not synonymous with living.

   Things seemed normal at first, however and if they weren’t they could be explained away by other things. Like shellshock. Sharena had literally died after all.

   She was still smiling and that was the main thing. Regardless of whether it were rain or shine, hardship or hedonism, Sharena’s smile could not go unremarked upon as the Order of Heroes continued to trek on into every fight, every realm where war lurked.

   It was possible that Sharena was smiling too much, even. There was something eerie to the pearly shine to her teeth, how there was none of that signature sparkle, anymore.

   She was smiling in situations where it would have been inappropriate or otherwise gauche. Like her mother’s funeral, for example.

   The royal children were now the royals themselves. There had been close calls in the past but Henrietta was not immortal. Now, she joined her husband in eternal sleep. 

   And Sharena couldn’t bring herself to cry. She wanted to. She so badly wanted to. Alfonse was sobbing, he was weeping on the floor and yet his younger sister, her eyes were dry and her lips were mangled into a grotesque smile. It made her heart race with guilt.

   What was wrong with her?

   “What is wrong with me, Lady Nerþuz?” Sharena begged her in private.

   Nerþuz stayed with the family. They lacked a god now, they lacked someone with years of wisdom, and of course, Sharena was still her lover so many years later since that fateful fight wherein Sharena had been resurrected and…

   She hadn’t aged a day.

   Alfonse had streaks of grey in his hair now. Out of stress, yes, but a beard too. He had bulked up, as well, to better suit the heirloom armour that he had inherited.

   But Sharena?

   She still looked eighteen at thirty-eight. Her hair still golden like sunshine, her cheeks still round and cherubic, her body spry and bouncy. She was still slim and slender like a teenager. None of the weight put on by peace and prosperity.

   “I don’t know, Sharena.” Nerþuz replied.

   There was nothing Nerþuz could say - or even theorise. She just knew that whatever it was, it was her fault. Through nothing that sharena had brought upon herself in either action or inaction, she had incurred the curse upon her.

   A curse of a neverending bliss.

   “My Mother just died and… and I feel nothing, Lady Nerþuz.” Sharena sounded scared but her lips refused to wobble. “I… I feel like I have to stay strong for Alfonse, for Anna and Kiran and… my people. I need to be there for them, when they pray.”

   Her explanation twinged with Nerþuz and she chewed her lip. 

   “Sharena?” Nerþuz asked, her voice small and she was terrified to hear Sharena’s answer as she readied a question beyond her prompt. “Can you hear the prayers of your Askran subjects?”

   “I… think so.” Sharena said. “It's a whisper, I can hear it sometimes but it's quiet, I have to really listen and it's always the same idea. Someone begging for health, for prosperity. For-”

   “Whatever selfish thing would make them happy?” Nerþuz finished Sharena’s sentence for her.

   Sharena nodded, ashamed, and now it was clear in Nerþuz’s mind. She had created a monster.

   “I’m so sorry.” Nerþuz said and she pulled Sharena in for a hug.

   Sharena stiffened against Nerþuz’s bosom. She was engulfed by Nerþuz’s arms, how she nuzzled apologetically into the crook of Sharena’s neck and shoulders, even crying on top of her but Sharena felt… little, if anything. She hugged back.

   “Thank you.” Sharena murmured, feeling nothing, not even gratitude.

   All that did was twist the knife into Nerþuz as she would have to live with this mistake of making a monster doomed to outlive all but a select few she loved. And one unable to feel anything outside the boundary of the dominion she had been granted.

   It just made her worse in the coming years. Then decades. And yes, eventually centuries.

   At some point, Sharena ceased being a princess. Or a hero. Or even a child of Askr. She became a Goddess of Happiness but what an awful fate that was as there could be no hope without sorrow, no joy without sadness but Sharena learned to accept she was no longer mortal and instead a concept.

   An idea.

   The one who was muttered about under a mortal’s breath as they tried to invoke her image with a hasty prayer. Tears streaming down their faces as they beg for the health of a lover or family member, for peace after war, and more. All things that Sharena, the princess and the human, was all too familiar with.

   Yet entirely alien to her in her current self as a Goddess.

   That was the cruellest irony that hurt Sharena the most about this situation. She couldn’t even help. Her domain was capricious and unwily, difficult to tame and harder to channel even if wielded. She had all this joy and mirth and happiness within her and it turned action to inaction and her heart to stone.

   No empathy, no sympathy, no compassion. Just nothingness behind a smile that was bright and pearly-toothed. 

   Once upon a time, Sharena loved to help. It was her calling. She was the people’s princess and now, she was their duplicitous goddess, a good for nothing. Someone who was not worshipped and never beckoned upon in dire circumstances. Her name twisted with disappointment and spat out with contempt.

   A Goddess who instead focused on herself. contenting herself with all her pleasures and all her favourite indulgences and other hedonisms.

   The sound of birdsong, the jewellery she wore on her fingers or around her neck. The feeling of a lazy morning overslept. Good food. Everything and more she had once denied herself to save face, to seem frugal as expenses overran the Order of Heroes.

   And best of all? Her lover by her side all day every day and what a torment that was for Nerþuz…

   It was all her fault for disturbing the natural order of things. When humans die, they become Heroes and yet, she had dared to trespass on the domain of another Goddess, though she might be deceased. Her power lingered, transforming grief into the foulest monster to behold.

   One who smiled and had a sweet voice, hair as blonde as sunshine and eyes like the vision of spring.

   Whether or not Nerþuz was able to live with the guilt of being the one at fault, remains to be seen but even now. They can be found in Nerþuz’s castle, away from humanity, on the edge of the land and in a realm akin to that of a twisted marital bliss.

[merryfortune]

I Scream for Ice-Cream but You Scream For Me

Written for the Rarest of Rare Pairs Fic-a-thon on Dreamwidth

Prompt: Any: Any/Any(+) - Sticky situation

Title: I Scream for Ice-Cream but You Scream For Me

Ship: Sharena/Nerþuz

Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes

Rating: M

Word Count: 1,675

Warnings: Choose Not to Warn

Tags: Food Kink, Food Play, Sexual Content, Smut, Consent Issues, Kissing, Groping, Licking, Size Difference, Inappropriate Behaviour, Semi-Public Lewdness, 

   Always dress for the appropriate occasion!

   Sharena had been told that over and over again since she was a child. 

   She had always been something of a ball of energy, hard to direct into practical means and typically a little clumsy. Sharena had plenty of fond memories of being scolded by her mother for what she wore and what she did in her clothes. Whether it was for dragging her good and pretty little dresses through the mud or trying to argue that she ought to wear her play clothes to a fancy dress gala, Sharena had been a handful. Her Mother’s ire made her chuckle in recollection but her wisdom continued to be pertinent.

   For example, her work clothes which marked her as the heroine princess of the Order of Heroes was not appropriate beachwear. Even if she had foregone her armour and scarf upon learning the agenda for the day.

   Waking up, putting on her clothes, Sharena paid no attention to if it truly matched the day’s intentions. It was a day in, day out humdrum beat of her schedule. Perfectly normal so she wanted to wear something which was comfortable and practical. Even if it ended up being a “take the day off and go check on the new Heroes who are celebrating all things fun in the sun” kind of day and Sharena thought… Yippee! Too easy! She loved the beach and she only had to say hello. After that she could do anything she liked and she thought maybe she would enjoy having an ice treat from the side lines.

   Yes, well, about that…

   Just as much as Sharena hadn’t thought about what she was going to put on to wear today, she had thought equally as little about how she was going to take it off. Wrongly assuming it would occur closer to her bedtime rather than the middle of the day.

   Five new Heroes had rolled up for a wonderful beach day: Olivia, Hríd, Gullveig paired with Seiðr, and oh… Nerþuz!

   It was always lovely to see Nerþuz, of course. Even if Sharena was, ahem, very surprised to see Nerþuz in such… little clothing. But this was a beach, it would make sense for her to wear swimwear. The colour and cut of said fabrics really suited her, however, not that Sharena was examining her or anything. Just an innocent and harmless observation.

   Honestly, wearing a swimsuit and chat about the warm, balmy weather was one of the more normal things Nerþuz had ever done in Sharena’s presence, actually.

    Things had been off to a strange start with her, Sharena would be the first and fastest to say, but she now considered Nerþuz to be a dear friend. She was a little eccentric, yes, but seeing how she was able to get Olivia out of her shell was proof that deep down, Nerþuz had a heart of gold. Her head was just a little in the clouds.

   With the other Heroes greeted, Sharena happily allowed herself to get drawn into Nerþuz’s infamous atmosphere. She was so peculiarly easy-going and relaxed with a certain charm to her, a glint in her eye, she was utterly alluring vision of the summertime divine in this instance. So, Sharena kept yap, yap, yapping with Nerþuz whilst the other Heroes opted to socialise amongst themselves or with the Summoner. 

   Sharena had all of Nerþuz’s attention and vice-versa. Which made sense since Nerþuz had something that she wanted to show Sharena.

   “Tada!” Nerþuz said. “Isn't it cute? I have been wanting to show it to you all afternoon.”

   “Wow, it's me.” Sharena gawked at the ice-cream that Nerþuz had thrust closer to her.

   A very strange and one of a kind ice-cream given that it was imbued with a certain power to allow Nerþuz’s transformation in battle but still an ordinary ice-cream in that it was, well, ice-cream. A chilly treat perfect for a warm afternoon, vanilla soft serve piled high inside of a thick paper cone and dusted with raspberry sherbert. The curves of the ice-cream were adorned with crunchy, edible pearls that shone in the sunshine, a berry flavoured madeleine, and a sugar cookie which looked just like Sharena.

   “It's so well-painted, it looks too good to eat.” Sharena laughed.

   “Indeed.” Nerþuz agreed. “But, it is very tasty.”

   She ever so elegantly plucked the sugar cookie off its perch atop one of the mid-to-lower curves of her ice-cream cone. She was ever so careful as to not touch the cookie in a way that her fingers never obscured Sharena’s face in the painted cookie. Such care, portrayed ever so effortlessly by Nerþuz, made Sharena nervous. And rightfully so.

   Nerþuz put the biscuit towards her mouth and she bit hard through it. The face of the Sharena cookie shattered, spooking the actual Sharena as Nerþuz ate coyly. She cared not for crumbs as they scattered over her plump lips and even atop her breasts. 

   A shiver ran down Sharena’s spine as she made long and sultry, sustained eye contact with Sharena. She chewed, like the masticating animal she really was beneath her unearthly glamour as a goddess then swallowed lasciviously. Sharena watched as her throat showed a slight lump as it travelled down before she smacked her lips together contentedly.

   “It makes me curious though, is the real deal as delicious as it?” Nerþuz wondered aloud as she finished swallowing.

   “Ah, well, um-!” Sharena squeaked as Nerþuz surprised her.

   She swooped in and kissed Sharena’s cheek. She bent down and swallowed all of Sharena’s vision, causing her to go red in the face. Her lips trailed against Sharena’s skin, even the pale hairs along her jawline and made them stand on end as a sudden intensity spurred between them.

   “Mmhm,” Nerþuz murmured to herself, “just as sweet but… so much softer, oops-”

   Nerþuz interrupted herself as she oh so accidentally got ice-cream all down Sharena’s front. She had to bend down so far to meet Sharena, a mere child of Midgard, and then acting like a child herself, she purposefully worked the ice-cream into Sharena’s clothes - and her body underneath.

   “Hey, st-stop it, that’s cold.” Sharena squeaked, embarrassed. “Wh-What if someone sees us?”

   Shiver after shiver ran down her spine as her body reacted to being touched like this and being smothered in freezing cold ice-cream. It smeared down her front and with the mess guided by Nerþuz’s hand, the sticky sweet cream found its way onto her skin as well. 

   “That’s okay,” Nerþuz whispered, “I’ll clean you up. No one will even notice.” Her voice was silky smooth as she tried to console Sharena who buzzed with all sorts of pent-up, nervous energy.

   Sharena tried to lean away but Nerþuz followed her, utterly unfazed. She got up nice and close and personal with Sharena, licking her intently and kissing her afterwards. 

   The meeting of their lips was messy, a clash of mismatched and engulfed Sharena in how ravenous Nerþuz was in her pursuit of all things sweet. Her lips were plump and greedy, she stole Sharena’s breath away as she was kissed and kissed again. Nerþuz’s taste was stained with the sweet sensations of vanilla ice-cream and flecked with buttery crumbs. It would have been delicious were it not so forceful but Nerþuz wanted what she wanted and what she wanted above all was Sharena.

   Sharena buckled underneath her own embarrassment and closed her eyes hard. She was entirely unconvinced that none of the other Heroes wouldn’t notice her being all but molested by Nerþuz in the shade of the far tree at the north of the beach. Sure, all of them had gone further down the shoreline in search of the Summoner but still! It's not like they were completely alone out here even if the seagulls had ceased their crowing in this part of paradise. 

   Nerþuz began to unwrap Sharena from her clothes. Sharena shimmied out of them in some vain attempt at helping. Or if only to get the smashed to smithereens madeleine crumbs off her or the pearls now lost in the folds of her clothes. Nerþuz pulled and grabbed and groped at her, Sharena moaned lewdly as she was manhandled by the goddess.

   With her white shirt pulled off and tossed into the sand around them, Sharena only had her mini-skirt for chastity. Oh, it made her knees knock. The beach breeze tickled her and caused her nipples to pebble underneath her bra but her bra came off soon as well. Completely bare, if she hazarded a look down at herself and Nerþuz, Sharena saw the extent of how she had been painted in ice-cream.

   It was soaked in and smeared between her small breasts. It left a sticky residue on her but it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, just humiliating. What if someone saw? The pair of them looked an unusual sight with Nerþuz coming down to her knees and placing herself at Sharena’s chest height, licking her clean of the mess that she had made of the mortal.

   The late afternoon heat intensified through the lens of Sharena’s reddened embarrassment, causing the ice-cream smeared on her to melt faster than it may have otherwise. The sherbert once powdered atop the soft serve now tingled upon her skin and Nerþuz licked it all up with sexual glee. Her tongue was textured with an unusual and inhuman roughness but Nerþuz appeared mindful of that as she was gentle with how she used her tongue. She appreciated the softness - and the sweetness - of Sharena’s body and the ice-cream, too. 

   Nerþuz lapped at Sharena’s chest incessantly, with her eyes alight with hunger. She sucked Sharena’s left nipple noisily and pinched her right, massaging Sharena’s small breast with the rest of her palm that cupped her flesh. Sharena panted, her heart raced and her earnestness made Nerþuz’s dessert all the more delicious to her. 

   And, of course, confirmed to Nerþuz that the sugar cookie Sharena was far, far inferior to the dulcet perfection of her precious and most favourite child of Midgard. 

[merryfortune]

Selfish Sleepers

Written for FE Flash Fic Friday on Dreamwidth

Prompt: WLW Rare Pairs

Title: Selfish Sleepers

Ship: Nerþuz/Sharena

Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes

Word Count: 1,381

Rating: T

Tags: Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling & Snuggling, Humour, Sexual References

   The Inn’s dormitories were filled to the brim with every amenity a hero could need but there was always someone who was needier than most, believe me, Sharena could tell you a thing or two about that.

   Just like the family of three bears from that one fairy tale, everyone had different needs that needed to be accounted for and catered to. Soft pillows, hard pillows, fluffy beds, firm beds. Some liked privacy, some liked total darkness. Others needed a little bit of background noise and others liked some company. Variety was the spice of life and to keep Heroes in tip-top shape, the Order of Heroes did their best to provide so that the Heroes would be regularly well-rested and happy to provide their services.

   But some… some Heroes like to push the envelope. 

   Charlotte, hailing from Nohr, came to mind. She needed her beauty sleep, after all. She was very stringent about her routine of facial masks and other implements of skincare. She had big dreams and she was not content to let them be figments of her sleep.

   Hilda from the Officer’s Academy in Fódland was another example, too. She was very much the five more minutes type in the morning, very slow to start anything. Getting her up and dressed could be quite time consuming, no wonder Professor Byleth had whole systems of getting her ready for school.

   Then there was Nephenee, who belonged to the Greil Mercenaries, was the complete opposite. Too often she could be found asleep in a haystack or anywhere else, trying not to infringe on anyone or cause inconvenience by being selfish. Telling her she deserved just as much luxury as anyone else was like trying to convince a brick wall of a cause! 

   But none of those aforementioned Heroes had anything on Nerþuz!

   Oh gee…

   If it wasn’t one thing with her, it was another. She was a Goddess, after all. She wasn’t used to hearing the word no… But Sharena really wished that she was. She also seemed to operate in a completely different reality to most other folk which otherwise would have been chalked up to her holy origins but there were plenty of other divine and ethereal Heroes who were not as needy as her.

   “My pillows need fluffing!”

   That was a common complaint and with horns like hers, Sharena was sympathetic. It must be hard having to lug around such equipment, they were always ruining pillows, too. 

   “I can’t sleep without a lullaby…”

   That wasn’t too uncommon of Nerþuz to demand. She and her silly shows and whimsical skits, Nerþuz adored to have some entertainment. Sharena cringed in embarrassment to remember how she had to ask the Land Mother of her aid. At least she was easily amused and it seemed like it came from a good place…? Honestly Sharena had no idea but a few bars of a nursery rhyme and Nerþuz would typically plonk out asleep.

   But now Nerþuz had a new one… Something she hadn’t asked for before…

   “Sharena, my dear, I need a friend to sleep with.” Nerþuz pined. “I need something small and soft to cuddle and share in my dreams with…” Her tone of voice was sing-song.

   “Well, we have a fine selection of stuffed toys, you know.” Sharena chirped. “There’s Mr. Bear the Teddy Bear, or Henry the Horse or-”

   “Oh, sweetie, I don’t want a play-pretend friend,” Nerþuz batted her eyelashes at her, “I want you.” Her expression was all too come hither in the dim.

   “Wh-Huh?” Sharena blushed.

   Nerþuz swept her up into an embrace and Sharena��s face was forcibly nuzzled against Nerþuz’s velvet soft chest. Nerþuz hugged her tightly, much the same way as a child would hug her favourite stuffed toy, all but smothering Sharena with affection as she was stunned by it all. 

   “Pwease…” Nerþuz begged. 

   Nerþuz towered over Sharena and held her in a deep embrace, forcing her as close as close could be and Sharena was too useless to struggle as she was drawn into Nerþuz’s atmosphere. She inhaled deep Nerþuz’s unearthly scent and her mind began to whirl. Her perfume was sweet and heavenly, it made Sharena’s mouth water as it warmed her with… all sorts of lewd and lurid thoughts as Nerþuz waited on Sharena’s answer.

   One she wasn’t going to get any time soon the more Sharena dithered with her reveries quickly unravelling. Don’t have dirty thoughts about a Goddess, don’t have dirty thoughts about a Goddess! Sharena begged herself but she found the contact of her face to Nerþuz’s breast all too intoxicating. Focus on her negatives, Sharena told herself.

   Nerþuz was so childish and immature! She was as old as time and this was how she behaved?! Sharena, a mere nineteen year-old mortal, could hardly believe it but her lips went fuzzy. She could feel the blooms of red pulsate in her cheeks. Sharena was unable to deny Nerþuz this request, too. Just like all her previous ones. 

   Oh, curse her hospitable and generous nature! Sharena swallowed her pride once more.

   “O-Of course, anything for you, Lady Nerþuz.” Sharena replied, stilted and saccharine.

   “Aww, and that’s why you're my favourite child of Midgard.” Nerþuz celebrated.

   She dragged Sharena to bed and that was that - and made the middle spoon, no less. Nerþuz fell asleep as soon as her head hit her pillow which yes, was sufficiently fluffed by Sharena beforehand and made from goose feather down. Nerþuz’s breath whistled as she curled around Sharena and Sharena was held tight under Nerþuz’s elegant arms and the doona covers of the bed. 

   (Sharena could only hope that they got plenty of R&R Affinity from this, gee whiz.)

   But it wasn’t… uncomfortable to be Nerþuz’s living plushie, Sharena found as she fell asleep. If a little uneasily. Nerþuz was actually quite cute when she slept, from what Sharena could gather whenever she glanced over her shoulder. And thanks to all the - often thankless - prep that she did for the dormitories, with the help of the maids, the bed was pretty comfortable, too. 

  It was nice and warm. Or, more accurately, Nerþuz made it nice and warm. Her voluptuous figure generated a lot of heat which she was more than happy to share. So, Sharena drifted off herself and had a pretty good dream about warm, spring skies and gardens filled with endless flowers explored by bunny rabbits. 

   If only it could have lasted forever but all good things must end. Especially when out in the real world, it was just as lovely. The sunshine which came through the curtained window was yellow and charming, a whole day of training and studying was ahead of them and sounded quite energising to Sharena.

    Nerþuz still held onto her, her face buried into her back. Her hands were knotted in front of Sharena’s belly, keeping her close but Sharena began to wriggle about.

   “C’mon Lady Nerþuz,” Sharena whispered, “wake up…” 

   “Nooo… five more minutes.” Nerþuz pouted. “You're my toy, I decide when we get up.”

   “Aww but we need to get the day started.” Sharena insisted, still squirming despite how Nerþuz snuggled into her in protest.

   “Noooooo.” Nerþuz continued to whine.

   Nerþuz pulled herself up and on top of Sharena. She was… very heavy, Sharena realised. Of course she was, she was a deity with another form as an enormous and domineering goat but even still. This was a shocking realisation to Sharena as she was pressed into the bed.

   “Let’s stay in bed a little longer, please, my darling…?” Nerþuz implored Sharena.

   Her voice had dropped several octaves and had taken on a much sharper quality. There was practically a smirk in her voice, Sharena was too submissive to check as Nerþuz toyed with her. Their lower bodies were hidden by the covers of their bedding and for that, Sharena was glad as they were also aligned underneath the soft concealment of the doona. 

   “S-Sounds good, my lady.” Sharena’s voice cracked as she blushed.

   Nerþuz leaned in and slotted her head between Sharena’s neck and shoulders. The closeness made the light peach fuzz on the sides of Sharena’s face stand on end. Nerþuz nuzzled her and kissed her cheek sleepily, her intentions still obscured by her selfish eccentricity - to Sharena at least.