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As We Run From The Day

Music is rather important for the mood and to understand aspects of the story. This is a bit darker. Night Link is an alter ego. I thought it was a sexy idea. I'm a huge fan of The Doors and Morrison's poetry. So, sending the three songs (lyric videos) to help with the ambiance. Also a few lines of one poem by Morrison. image4.JPG image1.JPG https://youtu.be/-NSz-9qqgKE https://youtu.be/eDW_yAwaHnc https://youtu.be/YkKRU1ajKFA 'As We Run From the Day' Part 1- The Night Shift It was another long night. The work had to be done. Deadlines were creeping up and there was no avoiding the late nights of working at this juncture. Rhett was well aware of how Link functioned. Less sleep and a meticulous and perfectionist eye brought on some mood swings and unsavory behavior that Rhett had learned how to manage. Few others would understand Link. But he knew his age old friend and had acclimated to it all. Link went from bossy to frustrated; insecure and second guessing himself to insisting he was right to being patient and thoughtful. The whole gambit of great, brilliant and difficult schools of creative labor one can go through but, of course, in Link's unique way. But Rhett was kind of waiting for a side of Link to manifest that riveted him. Months prior, the two had jokingly come up with an idea about living their normal (day) lives and then a separate night life. In this world, there was no need for sleep. For reasons likely neither understood, Link had somehow fully adopted this Night persona as time went on. He had become an alter ego, really. Rhett was probably the only person who had interactions with 'Night Link' Rhett was already seeing signs that he was on the verge of arriving. Link had that wild look rising in his eyes of sky. And Rhett was smiling as this happened because Night Link was fun, uninhibited and unpredictable. Mesmerizing. Rhett was even finding that he was attracted to this side of his best friend that was unlike any feeling he felt for 'day' Link. The two were being stubborn on decision making for the best intro for a specific produced piece and both were unrelenting. Link raised his voice and began to wave his arms and hands around expressively as Rhett remained rather soft spoken yet resilient on his belief of what was best. Rhett was a little anxious. He wasn't sure if Link would really finally get mad or if Night Link would move in as a result of his lack of full emotional control. The two continued with a strong level of pride until Link hushed in mid sentence, dropped his arms to his sides and looked down at the floor, glasses already removed (as he would do when getting exasperated). He looked up at Rhett with sharp eyes, that cut hard. He walked out slowly, glasses in hand. They both were quiet. Rhett sighed with stress. He turned his attention to something else that had to be done. And waited for Link to return. Part 2- From the Dark Corner Rhett stepped out of their working space to make some coffee. He needed to stretch his back and legs anyway. He made his way to the kitchen area that was very dimly lit and proceeded to start a pot of coffee. 'Hey, you,' said a low and raspy voice Rhett recognized. He froze. It took a moment to register. Link? No. This wasn't Link. It was Night Link. He turned to look to see where the voice was coming from. He could make out dark locks and broad shoulders. No glasses but he could make out eyes, that looked dark, piercing into his. 'You scared me,' Rhett said in a mixed excitement of anxiety and stress. Link (or Night Link) said nothing. 'It's late. I need something to keep my eyes and mind working. How about you?' Rhett asked. 'I need nothing. I live in the night. I do night things. Nocturnal.' Night Link said with a touch of creepiness that exhilarated Rhett. Yet, Rhett wanted to laugh because Link was funny. 'Nocturnal.' 'Where's Link?' Rhett asked. 'Asleep. Of course.' said Night Link. 'Right,' Rhett said as he poured coffee, barely keeping his eyes off Link as he was curious and fascinated. 'What are you doing tonight?' Night Link said nothing. Rhett was stirring his coffee and watching the figure in the darkness. He barely blinked but stared deeply into Rhett's eyes. Rhett was getting a little nervous. This was a bit darker than Rhett had ever seen Night Link manifest. Rhett wondered if it was due to the argument the two had earlier. 'I'm going to finish some work. I hope you have a good night.' Rhett said as he headed out the door. 'Don't leave,' said Link with his eyes still fixed on Rhett. Rhett stopped and just looked back at him. Without the glasses and the way Link's hair looked in the darkness caused Rhett to think of Jim Morrison, the lead vocalist of The Doors. He was certainly just as dark and mysterious as the iconic rock singer and poet. Something in Rhett's facial expression as he thought on this caused Link to change his. Night Link tilted his head slightly, not moving his eyes off of Rhett . He narrowed his eyes. 'Stay here. I'm supposed to do something with you tonight,' Night Link said cooly. Rhett was a little surprised. Night Link had never said this before. 'Why don't you come and help me with some of this work me and Link need to finish up,' Rhett suggested. After about ten seconds Night Link said, 'No,' in a very firm tone. 'Ok, then,' said Rhett in wonder and with a little fear. 'You're making me nervous,' he finally said. 'What's your name,' Night Link asked. 'I'm Rhett,' he replied accustomed to how separate Link and Night Link had truly become. Rhett began to hear the sound of clothes ruffling and could make out Link's movement in the dark corner. 'Are you ok? What are you doing?' There was no answer. Soon, Rhett heard the sound of a zipper, most likely unzipping. Rhett's heart started beating faster as he realized Link was taking his clothes off. 'Uh. . . what are you doing?' Rhett asked again, this time in a wary, unsure tone. Night Link then began stepping forward into the light. His wild blue eyes were fiery and their gaze seemed to penetrate Rhett's very soul. Rhett swallowed hard but didn't move nor break their combined gaze as Night Link got closer and closer to him. Part 3- How Strange Night Link stopped so close to Rhett that their bodies were almost touching. Link looked into Rhett's eyes as though looking for something. He took a deep breath, as he moved his face and eyes down to Rhett's chest. The hot breath made the hair of Rhett's neck stand on end yet it wasn't discomfort or fear he felt. He no longer needed coffee. His senses were all in full working order, stimulated. He took a deep breath in, taking in the smell of Link's hair and his body. His heart pounded. Night Link looked back up at him, 'Did you have a good world when you died, Enough to base a movie on?' Rhett recognized the line from a poem by none other than Jim Morrison (The Doors). Rhett had just placed Night Link as Morrison when he saw him in that dark corner. How strange and ironic. While in college, the two went through a phase of interest in the mysterious which led them to the music and poetry that dealt with darkness. Night Link chuckled lightly, 'Is it strange to you. . . that I know your thoughts?' 'Yes. Very strange,' Rhett said as he began to perspire and a myriad of thoughts, some that strongly argued others rushed through his entire being. 'What's really strange, is that you're naked and you are so close to me,' Rhett said, his eyes full of fear and wonder. 'Don't worry, Rhett. I'm not going to hurt you,' Night Link smiled, 'But it's gonna get really strange.' He giggled more like Link but softly and his smile broadened. 'So turn on the music. Turn it on. The CD is in. Just. Press. Play.' he said standing on the tips of his toes to bring his face closer to Rhett's. He dropped back down and the smile left him. 'Do it,' he ordered. Rhett looked over to where the CD player sat. He walked over to it, hands shaking. He was actually feeling afraid now. Night Link had never behaved so odd and the nudity? Not like Link, either. The hair looked like Morrison's and certain facial features had some semblance more than ever. Rhett gave up the pondering as his hands fumbled on the CD player. 'Rhett, relax. It's ok. Just relax,' Link said in a soothing voice, like that of someone speaking from a guided imagery session. Rhett pressed play and the music began. The Doors. The eerie organ music and trilling of drums sounded crisp and very ambient. A bit surreal for Rhett; like a dream. The vocals began, 'Strange days have found us. Strange days have tracked us down.' Rhett looked over to Night Link. He could see him better now. He sported an erection and looked very Zen. Rhett felt speechless. 'Come here,' he said. Rhett did so. 'Now, I have to do something with you. But don't be alarmed. Free your mind of all questions,' he said in the soothing voice and Rhett found it very nice. 'Let your body do what it wants to do,' Link said with a bit of a deeper tone as his eyes hardened a little. Link moved closer and reached up, raising his arms to embrace Rhett and pressed his lips against Rhett's. They felt warm and soft and moved slowly, folding in Rhett's upper lip between them first. Then slowly folding his lower lip between them with precision and deliverance. Link then placed his feet flat on the floor with a grin on his face. The kiss seized Rhett like a spell. He wanted more. 'Yeah. . . strange but I like strange,' he said in a pant and reached down to kiss Link in return. The kiss was slow and soft and became firmer and they were both breathing harder. Then Link moved his lithe tongue into Rhett's mouth, feeling and tasting him. Rhett was extremely aroused. The music played on. He was under the spell of the Night. Part 4- Hear Me Talk of Sin As the kiss became a mixture of tongue wrapping, lip biting and sucking, Link pressed his hardness against Rhett's leg. They both sighed and made lusty moves at one another. Rhett's hand reached down and found Link's erection and began to touch, take and caress it. Link, without missing a note, began unbuttoning Rhett's shirt with graceful, nimble fingers. In a short time, Rhett's shirt was fully unbuttoned and Link, gently stepped out of the kiss and back a step. He aided in the fall of Rhett's shirt, it fell to the floor and Link joined Rhett's hand on his hardness. He closed his eyes, lips slightly parted, sweat glistening over the gentle angles of his face. The song had ended and for a few seconds they only heard the sound of their heavy breathing and the movement of their competing hands on Link's hardened length. The same song began again. Link opened his eyes and looked down. He used both hands and unfastened Rhett's jeans. Lissome, deft fingers pulled and maneuvered with uncanny skill to take out Rhett's large, firm manhood. Rhett felt his knees get weak. He wondered how Night Link could do this with such smooth dexterity. He pulled back and fully removed his jeans and underwear. He stepped out of them with a slight tremble of ecstasy, then took Link's face in his large hands, drawing his face into another impassioned kiss. Their hands traveled over one another's skin, chests, stomachs and hips. Link pulled his stomach in against Rhett's hard length. Rhett moaned and broke away from the kiss when doing so. He opened his eyes for a short moment to see Link's bright blue eyes peering into his face, a crooked grin on his. Rhett wasn't expecting the sight but liked it and looked a little longer than a peek. Link wrapped his arms around Rhett's shoulders as he continued to press his stomach and chest against him, skin on skin, the emollient of their sweat easing fluctuation. 'This is . . . unbelievable,' Rhett said just above a whisper. 'Hear me talk of sin. This is it,' Link said, reciting the words of the song that continued to play. Swiftly, Link stepped back and took a bottle of massaging oil that sat nearby. He opened the lid and smiled, eyes wild, licking his lips. He poured the oil conservatively over Rhett's chest and then over his, he reached for Rhett's hand, took it in his and poured oil into it and his simultaneously. Link took his hand with the unguent and gripped his own erection and began to stroke it, closing his eyes. Rhett could only watch; Link's gracile fingers and hand moving with a beauty he never imagined could exist in such an act. Link opened his eyes then pushed Rhett's dripping hand toward Rhett's hip, motioning for him to lubricate himself. Rhett did so but watched Link, his mouth literally watering. Link then took both of his hands and began spreading the oil all over Rhett's chest and stomach. Rhett's body was building with desire. He stopped using his hand and just fell blissfully into the lissome touch of Link's hands. Link then placed his own hands on his chest and began the process of lubricating his own torso. Rhett just watched again, beautiful fingers moving over chest, stomach and sliding down over his hips. Rhett licked his lips, swallowing as his mouth continued to water. Rhett then made a sudden move, grabbing Link's hips, fingers splaying over the flesh of them and over Link's backside with strength. 'Oh, yeah. . . ' Link sighed. 'Do somethin,' he dared. Rhett continued moving his hands over Link's body but reached down and kissed and sucked the skin on Link's neck and ear. Link ran his hands over Rhett's body also, but settled on stroking Rhett's firmness with a felt acute fondness for Rhett's cock. Rhett managed to move the two of them back until Link's back was pressed against a wall. Rhett then proceeded to slide one thigh between Link's legs while pressing his throbbing length against Link's stomach. They moved against one another smoothly in friction. Rhett's mouth worked at Link's neck and Link moved his mouth over Rhett's again, tasting and biting ferociously, occasionally growling or moaning. Link pulled his mouth off of Rhett's just long enough to say, 'I want it all.' Part 5- A Strange Night of Stone Rhett wasn't sure what Link meant and tried to consider what he really wanted. It wasn't Link after all. He knew what he liked. What does Night Link want? 'What do you want? Tell me what you want,' Rhett said with a low, sensual resonance that sent a shiver down Link's body. Rhett felt it fully. 'Bend me over,' Link said in a breathy but firm voice. Rhett felt a shiver down his spine. Link wouldn't say that. Not his preferred position but Rhett had longed to hear those words come out of Link's mouth. And now they had. The image caused Rhett's eyes to close, his brows to furl and he gasped. 'Over there,' Link's eyes glanced over to a dining table, where Rhett's coffee sat, likely cold now. Rhett moved his legs and stood his full height. Link just looked up at him, biting his bottom lip, waiting. Rhett stealthily moved Night Link with nearly brutal force over to the table and moved behind him. Night Link couldn't contain his delight and let out a sinister laugh. 'Give me a strange night of stone,' Night Link bellowed out, erotic laughter following. Rhett pushed Link's back down on the table, his stomach and chest flat against the cold table. He gasped at the chill then swiftly spread out his muscle toned arms, knocking off the items on the table, including Rhett's coffee cup that landed with a splash and a loud crash. Night Link then lifted his chest slightly above the table on his hands, arms still sprawled out. Rhett lifted Link by his hips, and spread his own legs for better access. 'Last chance to change your mind,' Rhett warned. Link responded by leaning back against Rhett's hard, slick cock with astounding strength and flexibility. Rhett ran his hand down between Link's cheeks in effort to provide emollient. Then he lightly let the head of his dick slip into Link. Link tightened but gasped in whispers, 'Oh, yeah. . . ' Rhett waited partly for Link to relax but mostly because he was holding back his orgasm. Rhett let his hand fall to his side while maintaining the penetration that he couldn't let himself think much about. He was so close. He breathed heavily and hung his head back in sheer ecstasy. Night Link had relaxed and became impatient. He slowly pressed his backside back, causing Rhett to move a little deeper into him. Rhett was dizzy with desire. He responded by going deeper with a small thrust. Link groaned and tightened but relaxed quickly. Rhett moved in and out of him at a steady pace moving more and more in as a rhythm formed. He wanted to go all in but was concerned about his large size. It seemed Night Link could read his mind. 'Fuck, man. Give it all to me!' Link said with a low but loud voice, using one hand to brace himself firmly on the table at the increasing force of Rhett's movements and the other reaching down to grip and rub his own hard cock. Rhett grabbed a hard hold on Link's hips and thrust in the remainder of his cock nearly causing Link to lose his balance. Rhett could no longer hold back. He was inside of him, fully fucking him and he came hard inside of Link. 'You're making me. . . ' was all Link managed to say as he climaxed hard and strong along with Rhett. They both were numb with bliss, sweating and breathing as though they'd ran a marathon. Rhett placed his hand on Link's back as they began recovering. Slowly Rhett moved out of Link's body. Rhett staggered back a few steps. Link just slowly went to his knees, arms sliding down off the table until his hands took hold of the table's edge. His head hanging down, hair in his face, damp with sweat. Rhett sat down in a dining room chair, his long limbs relaxed. Link held his head back and ran a hand through his hair, moving wet hair back and off of his face. 'Wow,' he managed to say. Rhett was speechless but watched Link deal with his hair, admiring how graceful he looked after such an act. 'Damn,' he muttered finally. 'You still look pretty after a hard, rough fuck.' Link maneuvered around, still on his knees to face Rhett. He sat on bended legs, placed his hands on his thighs, hair falling in his face again. 'Damn, you are so fucking hot now,' Rhett said. The song had changed during the course on the dining table and was about over. Rhett just noticed. 'When your strange, when your strange. . .' 'Different song,' Rhett said. 'Strange song,' said Link sounding a little more like Link, actually. Rhett wondered about that. The song had ended and the two were still breathy. Then another song began to play. 'When the music's over. . . ' The two laughed out loud at the same time, considering the ironic timing. No, this isn't Link, thought Rhett as he watched Night Link sit there, without self consciousness and rock to the song and sing. No concern for the aftermath of being fucked as he had been. Rhett marveled. They sat, rocking to the music and Night Link sang for Rhett knew only a few of the lyrics. 'A feast of friends. Alive, she cried, waiting for me outside,' Night Link sang as he looked up at Rhett with a devious and satisfied smile. After stretching he looked into Rhett's eyes with dilated blue eyes. 'A strange night of stone,' he said in the tone of gratitude. Then he casually lay down on the hard floor, staring at the ceiling and singing the rest of the song as Rhett admired and sought to comprehend the beautiful creature, all fucked out on the floor, lost in the music. Sent from my iPhone

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Chapter 54 - An unforgettable night

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Attention: This chapter contains adult content and describes a hot erotic kristanna scene!

The Northuldra wondered why they didn't see any of Kolgrimr's men around, except for Gyda, all day long. But they sensed that he was up to something. Some of them sat down and consulted, most of the others went about their normal day's work, at least as far as they could. Still, it was remarkably quiet in the camp and the children still had a frightened look on their faces, not daring to frolic and play loudly.

Gyda had retreated to her kota since the morning, having gathered all the potion ingredients, and was now preparing everything for her son. Outside it was now getting dark, but her fire with the pot on it was burning and gave enough light for her work. At some point Kolgrimr came to her and inquired about her progress.

“It can't be long now before the scouts are back from Arendelle,” he said. “By the way, I have an idea concerning the twenty men and how we can administer the potion to them without them noticing.”

“What do you have in mind?” she asked.

“It's getting pretty chilly outside in the evenings by now, especially at night. What if you brew them a fortifying tea as soon as they retire to camp in the morning after the change of watch? They shouldn't question the taste if it comes from you, a noaidi, and if they ask, you can tell them whatever you want. After that, I'll have some grilled beef from the hunting success brought to them, and they'll be glad to have something warm in their stomachs after the cold night.”

“That's a very good idea, son. I guess I'll be done with everything in the morning. Your own elixir is already finished and you can take it with you. Don't drink too much of it. It should last for about three days then,” she said, handing him a small corked vial wrapped in reindeer skin.

He tied it to his belt with the straps hanging from it and stood up.

“Well, I have to get back to the other camp now. Good night, mother, so I'll see you in the morning.”

~~~

It was well after sunset when Wael, Thord, and his ten men finally rode past the northern mountains and turned east. All eyes were on a bluish glowing structure on the flanks of the great mountain, and Wael explained to them that it was, as he had heard years ago in Arendelle, Elsa's ice palace.

“However, I had never been here myself, and I must say, that up there is the most impressive ice structure I have ever seen,” Wael said, only to hear someone behind him snort disdainfully.

But when he turned around he couldn't tell who it was, all eyes were on the path ahead and some of the men were taking torches out of their saddlebags and lighting them to see more. He shrugged and followed them.

Maybe an hour later they saw a few houses ahead with window openings faintly glowing reddish against the dark silhuettes all around. It had to be the aforementioned ice harvester settlement; Wael thought. When they arrived there, Thord himself knocked on one of the doors and spoke to one of the harvesters, who opened it shortly after. The latter stepped out and looked curiously at the many men who sat waiting with torches on their horses. Then he nodded and pointed to a barn to the right of the house and Thord beckoned his men to follow him. They all tied their horses to the two low-built flatbed wagons that stood in front and went inside. However, most extinguished their torches first. When Wael was the last to enter, he was greeted by a high storage room filled with many bales of hay and a second level with a wide wooden ladder leaning against it.

Two of the men shined the light for the rest of the group until they had climbed up and made themselves comfortable, and Wael now climbed up as well.

“Tomorrow morning after sunrise we will ride on north, but the man I spoke to earlier has kindly offered us a small breakfast beforehand and will also wake us. Sleep now, for we have a long way to go,” Thord announced, as Wael just lay down on the rustling hay.

Minutes later, the hissing of two extinguishing torches was heard, probably having landed in a bucket of water. It became pitch black. Then the wooden ladder creaked and it rustled as the two men lay down to sleep. It wasn't long before Wael heard the first snores all around, which didn't make it any easier for him to fall asleep. But eventually his eyes fell closed and he slipped into a dream full of fantasies about the possible events to come.

~~~

Kolgrimr was sitting with most of his men in the tent camp not far away in front of one of the campfires and was biting heartily into the thigh of a grilled hare when someone announced the arrival of riders.

He stood up and wiped the grease from his mouth after tossing the remaining morsel carelessly on the fur in front of him and staring strained into the darkness before him. He felt them before he saw the nine men and wondered why one of them was missing, but he preferred to wait for their report. A little suspense couldn't hurt; he thought to himself.

Then the first silhouettes peeled out of the darkness and the men jumped off their mounts shortly after in front of his fireplace. They looked rushed, especially the reindeer, which were now being led aside by a couple of the other men to be properly cared for.

“We made extra haste, Kolgrimr,” said the first to stand before him. “We left in the early morning hours and have been on the road without a break since.”

“Sit down please, you all must be quite exhausted and hungry,” Kolgrimr quickly interrupted him, looking up and then adding louder, “Men, get something to eat and drink. You all deserve to rest.” He then addressed his counterpart again in a normal voice, “While they eat, you can tell me your findings, after which you too can fill your belly.”

The men didn't need to be told twice and sat down by the other fires over which the meat of the slain animals was grilling. They drew their knives and began cutting off large chunks.

“We were on the farmland above Arendelle. It is very vast with many fields, wooden buildings, and rich in food and supplies,” began his scout, “Apparently everyone is preparing a great feast, for they were decorating their wagons and loading them with parts of their harvest. We were very careful and kept our distance. There are only families there and with many children. We didn't see any soldiers from Arendelle, nor any patrols, nor any weapons anywhere, just tools for working the fields.”

“Is that all? You have not been to Arendelle capital itself?” asked Kolgrimr.

The man shook his head, but then hummed and hawed a little sheepishly. “Well ... only one of us. We told him to be patient and wait for the others ... in the end, he just went on his own. You know how offspring hunters are; they think they are so adventurous.”

“And where is he? I only counted nine of you.”

“He ... apparently he got caught there. He didn't come back.”

Kolgrimr jumped up in anger, “He's what? You fools! Didn't I tell you to be careful and not risk going it alone? What if he spills everything he knows?”

The man's face turned pale and the heads of the others wheeled around when they heard Kolgrimr's outburst loud and clear.

Kolgrimr was beside himself, but on the other hand glad that he had suppressed his senses when they all arrived. He certainly would not have been able to restrain himself. His mind was racing. He did not know the captured spy and wondered whether he could keep his mouth shut or not. They would certainly interrogate him in the capital.

“Bring Kárral to me!” he ordered, dropping back onto the hide in front of the fire. “You can get out of here,” he snorted at his counterpart, who had no desire to get more of Kolgrimr's temper and quickly stalked off.

Shortly after, Kárral joined him and could only confirm that the missing man was a young hothead, but that he didn't know him very well either.

“We need to speed things up a bit, Kárral. The best thing you can do is pick out a couple of men to take down a lávvu or two and then ride toward Arendelle to set up an outpost about halfway there. From there, have a few scouts set out to see if any soldiers are on their way here,” said Kolgrimr.

“This very night?” asked Kárral. “Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?”

“Not in this case, my friend. I want to move our action as quickly as possible. No one knows what this hothead will spout, as you call him. If Arendelle is gearing up for an attack, it will be too late. Most probably, we could be caught in an ambush. Kárral, I know these people, and I am sure they do not fight fairly. We must strike decisively within two days. Tell the men to start hunting at the outpost, we don't have time for that here. Tomorrow you leave with the rest of the men and I have another plan. Let's discuss the details tomorrow morning before sunrise before we ride out. Oh, and send along tonight one or two of the men who came back today. They will know the route now and the moonlight will be enough for them to see the way.”

~~~

It was in the early hours of the morning when a light drizzle began. Above Honeymaren the stars still shone through between the slowly moving gray clouds, but on the top of a mountain range in the distance, she could already see the first red of the day coming up. She shivered slightly as she got up and stowed everything back in her backpack. Then she made a fire with the dry twigs she had stored beside her during the night and warmed her tired bones. For a meager breakfast, she gathered a few berries and chewed on the herb leaves she had found yesterday.

She wished now that she had thought of a small pot or tin cup in Arendelle, then she could have made some hot herbal tea now. Instead, she gulped down the chewed leaves with a sip of cold water. After some time, she stood up and pushed enough earth onto the fire with her foot to make it go out. Then she shouldered the backpack and headed back to the main trail. She made sure that no one was to be seen far and wide and followed the tracks of the nine horsemen again.

By noon today, she should have covered about half of the distance; she estimated and fell back into her usual rut. Forests and hills passed her by, high mountains could be seen on the horizon to the right. The area slowly became more mountainous the further north she went, and she noticed many waterfalls on the flanks of the cliffs, gushing down. The tracks ahead told her that the men had ridden very fast and probably had not taken a break. Poor reindeer; she thought.

They must have already reached the camp last night and only the gods knew what would happen now. Kolgrimr probably had a more accurate picture of Arendelle now. If only she knew what he planned to do next. Perhaps it would have been better if she had taken the spy's reindeer after all? The fact was now that she was close enough to her destination that she might run into a few of his men, and that meant paying close attention. Honeymaren spontaneously decided that she would take a different route, away from the open terrain, in and through the woods.

~~~

In Arendelle, Kristoff lay awake in bed next to Anna with his arms folded behind his head and a beatific smile on his face. It was already dawn outside, but neither of them had gotten too much sleep. He wouldn't forget this night anytime soon, that was for sure. Yet last night it had all started with just a romantic dinner that he especially had prepared for her. He closed his eyes and recalled every single moment of the evening.

It had begun with his search for her in the late afternoon, after he had returned to the castle with the Northuldra. Kai had informed him that she and her sister had ridden to Master Fabian for fencing practice and would probably not be back before nightfall. Kai had seen his disappointed face and asked if he might be of any help with some surprise for her, and then Kristoff had the bright idea.

Kai was indeed able to help him with his plan and sent a servant into town to get roses from the best florist in town. Then a small table, two cushioned chairs and everything else needed for a romantic candlelit dinner were moved to the small tower at the top of the spiral staircase. Kristoff walked the basket of roses all the way up there, starting at their bedroom, and scattered rose petals to guide her. He put the rest of the flowers in the vase on the little table. Then he went up to the little observation deck and waited while he enjoyed the quiet evening out here so far above. It was already well after sunset when he finally saw them both riding across the castle bridge.

And he saw something else, in the sky above them. Green veils wafted and moved there, slowly becoming more intense. Northern lights! He could not remember ever having seen them so far south. Was this the second sign of the prophecy? He saw how the sisters now also noticed it, descended on the castle courtyard and stretched their necks to the sky. The stable boy also paused, puzzled, as he was about to lead their horses away, staring upward with his mouth open.

Elsa and Anna talked briefly before going inside, and Kristoff went back inside as well. There was nothing he could do about the prophecy, so he lit the candles and sat down. Shortly after, two servants brought up the food and then covered the plates with metal bells to keep it warm. After he was alone again, he listened down to see if Anna's footsteps could be heard, but what he finally heard first was her bright laughter before she ran up to him.

Then she was standing in front of him on the last step of the stairs, beaming, with a small basket in her hand in which she had collected all the rose petals. She quickly set it aside and fell around his neck.

“Oh Kristoff, that's so sweet of you and such a great idea!”

Before sitting down across from him she kissed him on the cheek.

“How was the training? Kai told me about it,” he asked.

“It was very long and tiring, but really good. Master Fabian was very pleased with both of us at the end. Oh yes, we ran into Trygve and Kristina there too, it was a nice surprise.”

“I'm glad to hear that. Shall we start dinner? I've had one of your favorite dishes prepared.”

Anna and he lifted the lids off the plates and set them on the floor. She made a sound of anticipation for the meal as fårikål appeared and smiled. Kristoff uncorked a bottle of red wine and poured for them.

They toasted and began the meal while continually casting amorous glances at each other.

“Did you see them too, darling?” asked Anna between bites.

“You mean the northern lights? Yes, I stood outside while you came back. I guess Sorenson was right after all. But what can we do much about it, except hope for the best.”

“Hmm ... let's hope the third sign doesn't appear, too. But for now, I'm just enjoying being able to enjoy this candlelit dinner with you,” she said with a smile, then chewed on the next bite with relish.

When they had both finished eating, Anna said, “Actually, I wanted to lie down in the bathtub right away, after the sweaty workout. But this way Elsa can preheat the bathroom instead and ...,” she hesitated briefly and looked at Kristoff with a smirk, “... do you feel like getting in the tub with me?”

Kristoff swallowed in surprise, and it was clear from his face that it was working inside him right now.

“Get in a tub with you at the same time? So completely naked and all?”

Anna laughed, “Yeah right, that's what you do when you take a bath. Are you afraid of it or maybe ashamed?”

“N ... no, of course not, I ... um ...,” he stammered, now visibly red in the face.

She put a hand on his and looked deep into his eyes, smiling. “Don't worry, my darling. We're going to be married soon, and sooner or later we'd see each other stark naked anyway. There's nothing to it.”

He nodded, but couldn't say anything at the moment. Instead, he just looked at her in love and put his other hand over hers.

~~~

She wasn't entirely wrong about his shame in taking off his clothes in front of her as they both slowly undressed in the bathroom. But he overcame himself and finally they stood completely naked opposite each other. They both measured each other unabashedly with glances. He admired her delicate figure and curves. His gaze remained fixed on her pubic hair for a few seconds, until he became embarrassingly aware that he was staring. And something else stirred in him, he could clearly feel it. He quickly put his hands over it and raised his eyes.

Anna had noticed, of course, but just smiled mischievously at him and walked toward the tub.

“Come, honey, let's relax in the hot water for a bit,” she said, inviting him to sit behind her with a wave. Then, as he climbed in, she pressed the large sponge into his hands. “Can you scrub my back a little?

He didn't need to be told twice and gently moved the sponge over her neck, shoulders and arms. She sighed softly and eventually she leaned back and against him, his long legs landing to the left and right of her body. He carefully placed his arms in front of her, still holding the sponge in one hand.

She took it away from him, grabbed both of his large hands, and placed them on her breasts to his complete surprise. She moved her face to the side and looked at him out of the corner of her eye as he hesitated.

“Don't be afraid, darling. Explore me, let me feel your love.”

And then he began to caress her. He felt her nipples harden, felt her chest rise and fall, breathing heavily. At some point she took his hands in hers again and slid them further down her body, across her belly and onto her thighs. And then in between.

He began to breathe more heavily now as well, and the moment he touched her pubic with one hand, he flinched a little fearfully at first. But Anna helped him and guided his hand, showing him what to do and how she liked it. He felt how something was now clearly stirring in him, bumping against Anna's buttocks.

She pressed herself comfortably against him and lifted her legs over the edge of the bathtub as it became more intense for her. He grabbed one boob with his other hand and kissed the soft line of her neck. She moaned. He became brisker and quicker, not needing her help now. He instinctively sensed what she wanted and how. She cupped her hands over the edge of the tub and moved her body gently in rhythm with his caresses. She moaned louder and eventually reared back with a small, delighted cry.

At first he was a little startled by this, but then he realized what had just happened and felt it on his hand as well. She turned to him, pulled him to her and kissed him on the mouth. She let her tongue play with his, wanting more. They both slid more profound into the tub and the water spilled over.

Her head was bright red as she broke away from him a bit again, taking his face in both hands while lying comfortably on top of him. Her eyes twitched over his face in love and excitement, still breathing heavily, but smiling. She tenderly stroked his face and he couldn't tell how much he enjoyed the experience. He beamed at her. No one said anything. The intimate closeness of each other was more than enough.

When they had gotten out of the now almost cold water and dried each other off, they dressed again and walked arm in arm towards the bedroom. They took their time, with Anna's head resting contentedly and happily against his chest. No one came towards them and after he opened the door for her, she undressed again and pulled him to the bed. He did the same and now felt no shame as he crawled naked to her under the covers.

He kissed her all over and smelled her scent that drew him deeper. She opened up to him and he caressed her in a way he would never have thought possible, but no doubt pleased her very much as she tickled his hair and moaned loudly.

~~~

The next morning, after a night full of love in which she had also explored his body and given him pleasure, he now lay awake and highly satisfied next to her and let his gaze glide over her smile in her sleep. He had never been so happy in his life and Anna felt the same, he was quite sure. He stroked her cheek and hair tenderly, plucking a strand from her forehead that hung in the corner of her mouth. She stirred and blinked. She crawled to him, hugged him, and let her head rest on his chest.

“Good morning, honey,” she crooned, her eyes closed.

Kristoff ran his hand over her hair and down her back, “Good morning, darling.”

“What time is it?” she asked after a while.

“There's still time ... just after dawn.”

“I'd love to lie here in bed with you all day long.” She yawned loudly. “But I guess I can't, unfortunately.”

He laughed, “We still have the nights to ourselves.”

“Hmm, that's true ... but I still need some sleep, I can't look people in the eye as sleepily as I look now, can I?” She lifted her head and folded her arms under her chin as she lay there blinking at him. “What would everyone think of me then ...”

He grinned at her, “Well, for once, we really have one lucky queen among us.”

She laughed. “Alright, time to get up and have breakfast.”

She rolled out of bed and he watched her dress with relish, no paravent at all this time. Then he, too, got up and dressed.

Later, at breakfast, Elsa was already sitting at the table with her arms propped up, sipping her coffee, or rather, just about to. Noticing the fairly obvious smiles and demeanor of Anna and Kristoff toward each other as they came in and sat down across from her, she paused with the cup in front of her mouth. Kristoff had even adjusted the chair for Anna, something he had never done before. Elsa looked in amazement alternately from one face to the other. And also, she didn't miss the tiny caresses of the two of them that morning. Something was different and she suspected what they had been up to last night. She wondered how far they might have gone in the process.

“Good morning, sis!” said Anna effusively good-humoredly and Kristoff added a cheerful morning greeting as well.

Then both of them took a big load of food and put so much on their plates that there would have been enough for one more person. Elsa watched them closely. They were concentrated and fixated only on each other, asking their seat partner for something from the other side of the table or pouring juice and coffee into each other's glasses and cups.

Elsa couldn't get out of her amazement and casually asked, “Well, you two are up early today and brought real hunger with you.”

“Hmm, yes, true ... don't know why,” Anna answered with her mouth full, blinking a little nervously.

Elsa tilted her head a little and looked at her sister first in disbelief and then a little reproachfully.

Anna only said, “Oh...” when she realized that Elsa had correctly noticed what must have been going on last night. There was just no fooling her. Anna shook her head in reassurance and said with a smile, “No, no ... nothing happened.” Then she continued her breakfast, somewhat embarrassed.

Kristoff's face turned slightly red, but he tried to avoid eye contact with Elsa. “Where is everyone else, anyway?” he asked instead, innocuously, between two bites of scrambled eggs.

“Except for Linnea in the kitchen, who is apparently teaching Olina some Northuldra recipes, I haven't seen anyone. Myrtha said last night she wanted to meet with Doctor Magnus today. Besides, as soon as Mattias arrives, Yelena shall start her new role on the council. Ikka and Joná are certainly still asleep, it's still quite early, and Ryder ... I don't know, he might still be asleep as well,” Elsa replied after a few moments, then added, “Maybe you should take care of him a little today, Kristoff?”

He looked up briefly and nodded, “Yeah, it might be a good idea. I could take him and Sven out for a little ride, maybe.”

“What about Halima and Elin?” asked Anna.

“They were up pretty early too, according to Kai who saw them, and I'm sure they'll be along shortly. You see, Olaf is teaching the little one how to read ... with our old school books!” reported Elsa.

“Hey, that's nice,” Anna agreed. “It's good to know that everyone will be busy today. You and I, Elsa, can take care of the upcoming council meeting later, and maybe talk a little ... you know ...”

Elsa smirked. “Sounds good, sis.”

~~~

They had ridden out during the night, as Kárral had instructed them, with one of the larger lávvus in tow. It would have room for about ten or twelve men and should be sufficient for an outpost. A total of six men were now on their way toward Arendelle and would probably not be returning to camp any time soon. Soon the time would come and Kolgrimr would make good on his promise to get them long-range weapons there for their fight in the far north, where their families were waiting for them.

Two of the group that returned from Arendelle last night were also with them. The one who had reported to Kolgrimr, and really didn't feel much like getting more of his bad temper, and his best long-time friend. Both of them now had rested reindeer under them and reloaded their luggage onto them, including something that Kolgrimr was probably better off not knowing about.

They rode ahead to show the others the way and only pale moonlight helped them. It had become quite chilly and they shivered a bit. They looked at each other meaningfully from tired eyes.

“Kolgrimr was pretty mad at me and I'm glad we're on our own again now. Even though I would have preferred to sleep for a few hours. Also, would you like a sip of that stuff we stole from the farmland? It'll warm us up a bit from the inside out,” he said as he reached behind him and pulled out a small but plump leather pouch, uncorked it and took a sip from it.

“Sure I do. I have no idea what this is made of, but I can tell you this. Whoever brewed this knew what they were doing,” his friend replied, taking a sip of the brandy. He had to cough a little and then drew in his breath sharply. “Oh man!” he gasped, “that even burns in the stomach.”

“Not so loud, or the others behind us will get it and might want some, too.” They both laughed and cast a furtive glance behind them, where the other four followed them at some distance.

A little later, the sky began to move and green veils billowed high above their heads.

"I didn't know you could see the northern lights this far south," his friend said as he looked up dreamily.

"Neither did I ... feels like home. I really missed them."

They rode on and only the sounds of the reindeer could be heard in this otherwise silent night. A few hours later it dawned and a light drizzle began.

They could now see the way better and therefore progressed a little faster. At some point, when the sun’s position showed them that it was now about noon, they stopped next to a patch of woods and rested.

“What do you think, is this about halfway?” his friend asked, rubbing his tired eyelids.

“I guess so. All right, I think we'll set up the lávvu here and look around for hunting prey later. Kolgrimr and his men should reach us by late afternoon, plenty of time for hunting and a few hours of sleep afterwards.”

His friend let the others know and they all helped together to set up the outpost at the edge of the forest, somewhat hidden among the trees. As soon as the tent was up, three of them set out as scouts and rode ahead.

The three remaining men first looked for a stream, found one not far away, and then gathered branches together for a campfire, which they started on the side facing the grassy steppe. Finally, they sat down in front of the fire and it wasn't long before a bag of red wine, also from the farmland, made the rounds.

“I need to take a piss,” said the third man after some time, who was the most rested of all here, “after that we should start hunting.” Moments later, he disappeared among the trees.

“Well, field hares seem to be plentiful here, it's just that we don't have an archer with us, unfortunately.”

“Well then, red deer or an elk. I saw earlier ...”

A thudding sound and crashing of branches made him pause in mid-sentence and both heads jerked to the side in the direction of the forest, startled. They jumped up and stared between the trees.

“What was that?”

“I don't know, maybe our friend tripped? Go check it out, but you better take your hunting spear. Who knows, maybe you can kill us an elk on this occasion.”

They both laughed and shortly after only one was sitting by the fire. He looked after his friend as he carefully disappeared between the trees with his spear raised and fetched the bag of brandy from his pack. He just put it to his lips in anticipation and then the last thing he felt was a sharp blow to the back of his head. His eyes went black and he didn't notice how he slumped to the side, unconscious.

~~~

Honeymaren stood wide-legged behind the man she had just taken out and grinned up to both ears. That was easier than she expected, she thought, reviewing the last moments before she spotted the men. She hadn't made the slightest mistake after seeing three scouts riding by at full speed and shortly after smelled the smoke of a campfire ahead before she saw it through the trees.

Patiently, she watched the goings-on of the three men unnoticed until one of them got up to relieve himself in the forest. She followed him silently and struck him from behind with force her new weapon against the side of his temple. He fell over like a felled tree and crashed into the middle of the bushes in front of him. By the time one of the other two came after him and finally found him there, it was already too late and he met the same fate. The rest was a piece of cake and now she stood there thinking about what to do next.

First, she dragged the man in front of her into the forest to the first tree and leaned him against it. She did the same with the other two and then an idea came to her and she grinned. She pulled the gákti over everyone's head and then tied all three of them half-naked to the tree. Next, she gathered all the weapons, broke the spears between a stout branch and stowed the knives, as well as the metal spearheads in her own pack. Then she gathered all the reindeer skins and tied them on the reindeer.

She looked around but could not make out anyone in the distance. She threw all the loose branches nearby and the men's gáktis onto the fire until it blazed high. Then she half dismantled the lávvu and tied a rope from her backpack to the highest part of the wooden structure below where she could just reach. With the help of one of the reindeer, she finally pulled the whole tent onto the fire. It began to smoke heavily, but didn't burn properly. She thought hard until she remembered the smell the leather hose gave off when the last of the men drank from it.

She picked it up and sniffed it, but immediately flinched in disgust. How could anyone drink such swill; she thought, and splashed some of it on a burning branch that was sticking out from under the smoking pile. The fire immediately flared up there.

“Ha!” she exclaimed, pouring almost the entire contents of the bag onto the pile, and it wasn't long before it all blazed and crackled in a great fire. The rest of the bag she spread on the faces of the unconscious. They would give the impression that they were drunk and Honeymaren was thievishly pleased when she imagined this situation.

The last thing she did was mount one of the reindeer and lead the other two behind her as she rode off. Then, as she turned around one last time, she saw a dark cloud of smoke rising into the sky above the forest. It was high time to get out of here!

~~~

The night before, Kolgrimr had talked to Kárral one more time, and asked him what these green veils in the sky meant. But he just waved them off and said that he saw northern lights all the time when he was at home in the far north, and for him it was nothing special. However, he admitted that they were extremely rare this far south. Kolgrimr, on the other hand, was intrigued and wondered if this in turn was an omen for him as well. He, like the Northuldra in their camp, had stayed awake for a long time staring upward as he lay in front of the campfire. However, eventually he fell asleep.

Some minutes after the Sunrise, Kolgrimr sent Kárral, his close confidant with almost all his warriors to the South. Before his departure, Kolgrimr told him that he still needed to attend essential matters at the camp, after those he would follow them later. The meeting point for all of them would be the path after the long arch bridge before Arendelle and if he was not there yet, Kárral and the others must absolutely wait for him.

That was a lie, of course, but Kárral had bought it, no questions asked. After everyone had left, he set off with some leftover hunting spoils and his reindeer to join his mother and the twenty men, who by now must have already drunk the special tea. He met Gyda in her kota.

“So, how well did it work, Mother?”

She nodded with a giggle, “Pretty well, not a single one has refused my tea. Only a few turned their noses up at it, but then drank it anyway. The effects should kick in shortly.”

“Very good. Let's go to their lávvus, then. I've brought some hunting meat for them to roast again on the fires.”

A short time later, they sat with the men and watched as they warmed the meat over the fires once again and gave thanks. Some of them looked a bit chilled and rubbed their hands together in anticipation. After everything was eaten, it didn't take long for the first to show the effects of the potion. Minutes later, before the others could even wonder about it, each of them had become completely apathetic and were staring ahead. Kolgrimr encouraged Gyda with gestures to start a conversation with anyone, still the result was only an incomprehensible look and no one else responded.

“Perfect! Now they are mine.” whispered Kolgrimr to Gyda, “You have done a first-class job, mother. There are six men left behind who will keep an eye on the camp with you in my absence. Now I shall ride to Arendelle with the men. We will all be back in about two days if all goes well. Cross your fingers for me and pray to the gods that all goes well.”

“I will. Take good care of yourself, my son, and good luck!” she hugged him briefly and gave him a squeeze, “One more thing Kolgrimr, have no mercy, destroy them. Make Arendelle pay for their past deeds against our people. Avenge your father ...” Then she got up to return to camp.

When she was out of sight, he uncorked his elixir and drank a third of it. Then he began to meditate with his eyes closed and shortly after he felt the effect. He saw himself through the eyes of these twenty men and clearly felt how will-less they had become. Testing, he mentally ordered one of them to stand up, walk around the lávvu, and then sit down again.

Kolgrimr opened his eyes again and watched, fascinated, as the man did exactly as he was told. When he was seated again, he ordered all the men to stand up, pick up their weapons, and get their reindeer. They all stood up at the same time as one man, grabbed spears and fighting sticks and went off to the reindeer that were grazing not far from their camp. It worked out better than he had expected, without much effort on his part.

It was time now to implement the last step of his perfidious plan. He mounted up and ordered the men to do the same. Then he rode ahead, thinking simply, “Follow me!” and all the men obediently started moving. He grinned broadly as he looked around at them and began to ride faster. There was now some time to make up and it was going to be a long, tiring ride with no rest.

~~~

After riding for a few hours, Honeymaren decided to get a good overview. She tied the three reindeer at the foot of a mountain spur, cut a thick branch as a climbing aid and climbed the steep slope in front of her. It was exhausting and took her a while to reach the top, but the view she now had was breathtakingly beautiful. She stood on a rock covered with low mosses and looked down into a deep valley that ran from south to north, with a sparkling lake in the distance and high mountains beyond.

She took out her telescope and studied the landscape, especially on the side she had just come from. Far back across the horizon she saw an extensive line of birch forest, and in front of it, to the left and right, two ranges of hills converging on it, forming the main route. Back there was her home, the enchanted forest, and in a few hours she would be there.

Honeymaren set down the spyglass and was about to tuck it back under her belt when something unusual caught her eye at the last moment. She looked through them again and almost let them fall out of her hands in shock. She saw a long line of men on reindeer coming directly toward her position, perhaps an hour or two away. But she recognized no one among them. Kolgrimr himself was apparently not with them.

Her heart began to race and she breathed heavily. She had not expected this now. The sheer number of men could only mean one thing, Kolgrimr was on his way to attack Arendelle and had already sent his men ahead. Or had he possibly long since ridden past her unnoticed? By the time she was down and riding back from where she came, it was too late to send a warning to Arendelle in time. Besides, she would run an enormously high risk of being discovered by these men. So what could she do?

While she was thinking feverishly, she already climbed back down into the valley and untied the reindeer. She shouldered the backpack and rode over to the other side, deep into the forest there. It was extremely unlikely that they would discover her now, but she was unsure and therefore wanted to gain as much distance as possible.

As she rode back out of the forest on the other side, a high mountain wall blocked her progress to the east. She looked to the right and to the left, but the mountain range seemed to have no end and there was no entrance to a side valley to be discovered at first glance. She still had about an hour to do it and she rode off without thinking twice. Always north. Kolgrimr's men would be coming towards her perhaps half a kilometer to her left and by riding in the opposite direction to them she was also shortening the time she had left.

But luck was with Honeymaren when, about halfway down the trail, she spotted the entrance to a narrow side valley, or rather a high cut in the rock face beside her. She rode through it, heading east, away from the men. The path was rough, narrow, and overgrown with brush, but in the end she had made it and rode out into a small valley with a small stream and pool in the hollow. Amidst high rock walls, a small waterfall fell gushing down. Honeymaren liked this sound and it calmed her.

Honeymaren decided to wait out the evening and set up a makeshift camp in here. She looked around as she rode and realized that there was only one entrance in here, the one she had just come through. It was like a little green oasis here in the middle of the mountains and completely cut off unless you stumbled upon it by accident.

But this could also become a dangerous trap for her. She descended and climbed up a rock face that offered enough hold and stepping possibilities for her. At the top, she crept to the western side and lay down on the edge to look down. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. Kolgrimr's men had ridden past her and were now a good kilometer away. For safety's sake, she stayed down until they were all out of sight and then climbed back down.

The reindeer had found a corner of lichen and moss and were grazing in peace. Honeymaren's stomach started grumbling as she thought about eating. But alas, she had nothing left and the immediate area didn't even offer any bushes with berries on them. The small stream didn't seem to have any fish either, but she filled her water hose and then built a small fire to warm herself up.

It got dark quickly in this valley basin because it was so narrow and the rock walls around it were so high. Honeymaren estimated that the camp she had destroyed and the three bound men would be discovered at any moment. Then she laughed out loud as she imagined the faces to it. Her voice echoed back and she laughed even harder because of it. She rejoiced, for now the way was clear to the Northuldra camp.

~~~

When Kárral found the smoking remains of the outpost and minutes later three men called for help to untie them, at first his mouth only remained open in astonishment. But then he smelled the alcohol on the three half-naked men and almost freaked out. He yelled at them and punched the first one right in the face. Then he slapped his hand on the cheeks of the other two as well. He didn't dare imagine what Kolgrimr would have done to them if he had found this camp like this instead of him. Where did they get this alcohol anyway? It smelled disgusting.

One of his men came back from the forest with the remains of two spears in his hand. “There has been a fight. The spears were broken on purpose and the spear tips are missing,” he said, pointing to the empty knife sheaths on the belts of the three men, “and so are the knives.”

“Who, by the gods, did this?” asked Kárral dangerously quietly, stepping up to one of these men and glaring at him so viciously that he sank to his knees in supplication.

“We don't know. We didn't hear or see anyone before we were overpowered, not even the shadow of the enemy. It all happened so fast and when we woke up we were tied to the tree without our gáktis and all our belongings and the lávvu were ablaze,” he gave meekly.

“Tell me exactly what happened and how it happened. The order of events,” Kárral ordered him, looking down at him disparagingly. The other men nearby were quiet as mice and were equally eager to hear it.

When he finished his report, Kárral turned around, in the direction from which they had come, and gazed into the distance. “It was only one person and this one knew exactly what he was doing, I'm pretty sure. He's probably riding into our camp right now and already knows we're here.”

“So what do we do now?” asked Juhvo, who had stepped up beside him and heard what he was muttering under his breath.

Kárral's eyebrows drew together and he pondered. For minutes he said nothing and continued to stare back north.

“Kárral?” Juhvo was getting a little nervous, “What's going on? Do we have a problem?”

“No, we don't. We'll take care of that person when we get back. We have six men in camp and you three...” he turned back to the half-naked men, “have become useless to our plan without your weapons and mounts and are allowed to run back. We have no spare reindeer with us, so that's your problem now.”

“Actually, we were going to rest here in the lávvu and eat the spoils of the hunt, but we have neither now,” Juhvo complained, and a few of the other men agreed with him.

“Then we'll just ride off on an empty stomach. We have a task ahead of us and will meet Kolgrimr on the spot. He has something special planned and is waiting for us after the last bridge before Arendelle. So come on, men, mount up and let's go!” Kárral ordered and mounted his reindeer.

When all the men were gone, the remaining three looked at each other helplessly. Then they trudged off despondently, heading north, but using the forest as a path, hoping to find at least berries and mushrooms there as meager rations.

~~~

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5 Cheap Concerts every student needs to attend this March in Dublin!

A blog for students who love all things music.

Are you a student looking to discover some new Irish music? Or maybe you’re fed up with going to Copper’s every week and listening to Despacito played on repeat. Do you want to find out about some concert’s happening this month in Dublin that won’t break the bank?

This is The Good Craic Music Guide, a blog for students who love all things music. I’ll be providing you with my 5 must go to concerts this March, whether you’re an Erasmus student looking for the best nights out or you’re from this Emerald Isle and are searching for a concert that’s in your price range. 

1. TOUCAN

@toucanband

Type: Concert

Date: Saturday, 23rd March

Price: €18.95

Location: The Grand Social, Dublin

Tickets: https://www.ticketmaster.ie/toucan-dublin-23-03-2019/event/1800562EAD2A2FF9

First up is TOUCAN, an Irish funk and disco inspired 10-piece ensemble that are definitely one’s to watch in 2019. Their unique bright funk-pop sound is an evenly weighted pendulum of big-brass slices and soulful guitar licks, while Conor Clancy, the lead vocalist of the band provides some beautifully delivered melodies that are guaranteed to get you humming. They play at The Grand Social on Saturday, the 23rd of March for the reasonable price of €18.95, a venue that is the definition of intimate gig. The venue is at the steps of the Ha’Penny Bridge and there is no need to go anywhere after the gig is wrapped up, as the bar downstairs is the perfect place to have a few nightcaps before you get that Nightlink home. The gig marks the one-year anniversary of their debut single “We Fell for Miles”, a summery track which reached as high as the number 4 spot on the iTunes singles charts. Check it out below and make sure to comment.

Check out TOUCAN here

2. The Riptide Movement

@theriptidemovement​

Type: Concert

Date: Saturday, 16th March

Price: €25

Location: Whelans, Dublin

Tickets: https://www.ticketmaster.ie/the-riptide-movement-dublin-16-03-2019/event/18005641BC8E907F

Next up is The Riptide Movement, the critically acclaimed band from the capital. They formed ten years ago and have seen worldwide success with tracks like “All Works Out”, “Elephant in the Room” and “Changeling”. Their indie-rock sound draws comparisons to The Killers and Franz Ferdinand, but their live performances definitely stand alone. The group even care about the environment (even more reason to like them), as they aired a four-part documentary about the impact of plastic pollution on the environment that was coupled with the track “Plastic Oceans”. The gig itself is on the eve of St. Patrick’s Day and Whelan’s are celebrating 30 years of establishment, an amazing achievement. The band are set to release their fourth studio album and their gig in Dublin’s best intimate concert venue is guaranteed to be a good one.

Check out The Riptide Movement here:

3. Irish Trad Session

Type: Irish Traditional Music Session

Date: Sunday, 17th March, St. Patrick’s Day

Price: Free!

Location: The Bleeding Horse, Dublin

St. Patrick’s Day is a date that many of us have marked on the calendar. It is celebrated across the world and this is very much the case in Dublin. So, where can you go and see a true Irish Trad Session that won’t break the bank? The Bleeding Horse, located on the top of Camden street is hosting a Trad session from 2pm to 4pm on Paddy’s Day and the cost of entry is free. A pint of Guinness will set you back €4.60 and the toe tapping is free. They are featuring some local musicians who are guaranteed to play a few jigs and reals that will surely please the crowd. But be warned, it is guaranteed to be busy so get down early to get a seat and take it all in. And remember, always drink responsibly. (Note: If that get’s too busy, head down to the International Bar where there is live music all day)

Check out some Irish Trad here: 

4. Gus Dapperton

@gusdapperton

Type: Concert

Date: Tuesday, 5th March

Price: €20.83

Location: The Button Factory, Dublin

Tickets: https://www.ticketmaster.ie/gus-dapperton-dublin-05-03-2019/event/1800557AE16076BF

Our first non Irish artist of the list, but too good to pass up, it’s Gus Dapperton. He’s an American singer/ songwriter who draws his inspirations from cinema and heartbreak. And he’s playing two nights in one of my favourite Dublin venues the Button Factory. He cuts his own bowl cut and his sound is completely his own. He goes against the norm of the modern day Popstar as his new wave, pop synths are paired with airy rhythm guitar that produce an 80’s inspired psychedelic dream. The intimate venue of the Button Factory is going to be the perfect backdrop for an artist that is slowly but surely making a name for himself in Ireland. 

​Check out Gus Dapperton below:

Honey Dijon & Luke Solomon

@honeydijon

Type: Club night

Date: Saturday, 30th March

Price: €20

Location: Pygmalion, Dublin

Tickets: At the door on the night @10pm (Get there early!)

Pygmalion is hosting a special party with the London electronic music label Classic Music Company. The head of the operation Luke Solomon will be performing, as well as Honey Dijon, the American electronic music artist. She stays strong to her Chicago house music roots, but she does not put herself in a musical box, as she draws influences from all over the globe. She curates breath-taking cross genre sets and the opportunity to see her in Dublin’s Pygmalion really can’t be missed. Top tip, get down there early, door @10pm!

Check out Honey Dijon here:

Someone to Check Out: FOZSA

Luke O’Brien, a new Irish producer, songwriter and artist goes by FOZSA, and his fresh sound is truly exciting. He’s been dropping single after single and his electronic indie music is as dreamy as it is impressive. The sensual textures and spacey vocals create a buttery sound that is as smooth as it is catchy. And not to mention he creates all of his music from his bedroom. Keep an eye on FOZSA and check him out below!

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Ray Stevenson as Punisher 

by nightlink

[ottica-lisotti]

"Ho bisogno di Uscire Ogni Notte !" Andy Warhol Con le Lenti Vuarnet NightLinks Vedi di Notte come di Giorno : Vieni a Provarle! #OtticaLisotti #Vuarnet #ItsAVuarnetDay #Nightlinks #VedereDiNotteComeDiGiorno #CambiaIlTuoSguardo #CiPrendiamoCuraDeiTuoiOcchi #ProvaLaDifferenza #TiAspettiamo (presso Ottica Lisotti dal 1955)

[e-icreator23]

[elsanna-shenanigans]

December 2023/January 2024 Contest Submission #3: NightLink

Words: ca. 2,900 Setting: modern AU Lemon: lime CW: none

Elsa’s delicate fingernails danced without pressing down along her backlit Macbook keyboard—tikitikitik—one of countless nervous habits she channeled through her restless hands on a daily, weekly, lifetime basis. She sat hunched over her kitchen counter in the dark, blinking into the cool glow of the laptop screen like a neurotic mushroom.

“You need to let loose,”Kristoff had said to her two weeks ago, during a lull while they polished up pint glasses behind the bar. “Spice up your life a little.”

“I don’t take romantic advice from guys who quote Spice Girls,” Elsa retorted.

“Yeah, well, you could use it. I see you vibrating with pent-up frustration whenever a female with a pulse comes up to order a drink. So, what’s the issue?”

What could she say? It’s not like she could tell him why no one was good enough, why no one could even come close to—god, it was shameful just thinking about it. So she just whapped his arm with a dish towel and said, “I’m not trying your stupid hookup site.”

But she was lonely. And yes, vibrating with pent-up frustration.

She tried the stupid hookup site.

Now, weeks later, she sat at her laptop and questioned the life choices that had brought her to this corner of the internet on her night off. NIGHTLINK proclaimed the banner in lurid scarlet script. Below that, in joyless contrast, was the Terms and Conditions page. Elsa had set that part of the website as her bookmark because the homepage’s bouncing, jiggling DickTok ads and lecherous mosaic of g-string thirst traps scared her.

But what scared her even more: a tiny red inbox notification blinking in the lower corner of the screen. The little speech bubble icon had been pinging patiently at her for the last ten minutes while she stared, stewed, screwed up the courage to open the new message.

What if it was from her?

“They’re just internet randoms,” Elsa chastised herself, rubbing her elbow. “Who the hell cares? Just read it.”

So she sucked in a deep breath and opened her messages.

[NEW] Subject: u want sum?

She let out a sigh. False alarm.

Her eyes drifted to the message thread second from the top:

[1:18 P.M.] Subject: still awake?

Elsa’s nails skittered across the keys in another fitful burst of phantom typing: tikitikitik. No new messages from the one person whose notifications made her heart skip a beat. It had taken her entire lunch break to craft and commit to a reply, so why crickets ten whole hours later?

Whatever. Just internet randoms. She opened the new message at the top of her inbox.

The sender, EforEveryone, hadn’t even bothered typing a body to the message. All he’d sent was a photo attachment; a tiny thumbnail beneath the subject linepreviewed the nice surprise he had sent over for her viewing pleasure.

Elsa grimaced. Why did so many of them turn the camera flash on for dick pics? Did they want their junk to look like a naked mole rat?

As for the rest of him: EforEveryone’s profile picture showed a shirtless, sunburned bro flipping the bird at—Elsa surmised—all the haters. She could just imagine his sleazy voice:

u want sum?

“No thank you,” Elsa grunted, then hit BLOCK. She’d set her preferences to women only, but like clockwork, a steady influx of thirsty internet dudes came sniffing around with zero sense of boundaries. Actually… zero sense. Full stop.

Navigating back to her inbox, she skimmed over more than a dozen subject lines proposing threesomes and/or drooling over the girl-girl preference listed on her profile.

Nearly all of them, except…

[1:18 P.M.] Subject: still awake?

Elsa clicked on the second message in her inbox. She couldn’t help it.

Her fingernails tapped a frenetic rhythm on the granite countertop while she gazed at the profile picture that appeared on her screen. ginger4u13 lay on her back, molten red hair fanned out on a pillow, while a lacy maroon bra pushed up generous cleavage. The picture cropped just below a tantalizing slice of the girl’s taut white stomach. A flaming heart emoji pasted on the picture obscured her face.

God, this girl was so… she was just so…

Elsa hated to admit that she might have a type.

And it wasn’t just the picture that excited Elsa. Just rereading that morning’s messages with ginger4u13 made Elsa’s cheeks burn.

ginger4u13:

i want to say something really forward, but i’m worried i’ll scare you off

it’s about your picture

Wanderlusting:

Try me.

Elsa’s reply had read like a deadpan delivery, but her heart had been pounding in her throat when the girl diverted from light flirting into this territory. Elsa’s own picture—a vacation snapshot from her January solo trip to Iceland’s Blue Lagoon hot springs—showed her half-submerged in a sweeping expanse of milky blue water, tendrils of steam rising up around her, with snow-capped black cliffs jutting out in the breathtaking backdrop. She’d censored her face with a black rectangle, of course, but the string bikini left little to the imagination. She marveled at her own daring in uploading the picture—at asking a Korean tourist to snap the full-body photograph in the first place—but it was a big hit with the horny straight guys and unicorn hunters flooding her inbox. As for the women…

ginger4u13:

looking at you in the hot springs, i can’t help thinking

that blush on your chest is so sexy

my mind goes to one of my favorite things about being with a woman

hmmm, i should stop

Wanderlusting:

You can go on.

I’m curious.

ginger4u13:

i love the way a woman’s body flushes with color when you heat her up with your hands

so when i see you like that in your picture, i just think…

ginger4u13:

sorry, was that too much?

Wanderlusting:

It’s not.

I like it.

Your words are triggering my imagination.

That was an understatement. Elsa had spent the entire morning pacing her apartment like a tiger in a cage. Elsa had never thought to appreciate this physical detail, but now that it was in her head, it was so incredibly suggestive. She imagined ginger4u13’s photo come to life, flushing pink just above her breasts the way the girl had described. She also imagined the girl’s chest heaving off-rhythm with quickening breaths, sweat gleaming at the hollow of her throat, a bloom of color heating up behind scattered freckles.

…What?

Elsa couldn’t know that ginger4u13 had freckles behind the emoji that obscured her face. Why would she imagine that? Her thoughts were wandering to such dangerous places.

“I’m going to hell,” Elsa rasped, mouth dry. She hopped off the stool and padded to the fridge for a bottle of water. Standing in the stark light pouring out from inside the fridge, she started in on what had become—in the last three days she’d been chatting with ginger4u13—her constant spiral of self-reassurance. Surely she wasn’t a complete degenerate for gravitating towards a girl who so, so closely resembled her literal sister?

Florence Pugh married a dude who’s nearly identical to her dad, Elsa thought as she sipped, and she keeps scoring roles in blockbusters, so it’s not some unforgivable offense that will get a girl canceled. This is just a subconscious affinity our monkey brains make when we select our partners.

She carried the water back to her laptop and hopped back up on the stool. On the tail end of that afternoon’s exchange, she had composed a proposition that took all of her courage to type. Only to be ghosted. Elsa groaned and dropped her head into her hands.

This is what I get for following Kristoff’s advice. I’m so bad at this, it’s pathetic.

To torture herself, Elsa scrolled down to reread her rejected proposition. Then her cheeks tingled as the blood drained from her face.

She’d typed the message, but hadn’t hit send. The sentence waited in the limbo of the chat composition bar:

Do you want to trade more pictures?

Elsa stifled a strangled cry of dismay in her fist. ginger4u13 must think she’s the ghost. Before she could second-guess herself, Elsa hit send on the message draft.

Wanderlusting:

Do you want to trade more pictures?

Elsa chugged down the rest of her water. When she looked back to the screen, she spotted a green dot indicating ginger4u13 had logged online. Barely thirty seconds had elapsed. Then, a typing bubble appeared.

ginger4u13:

yes

i want to see more of you

do you want more of me?

Elsa chewed her lip. Once again, her mind wandered.

Wanderlusting:

More than you know.

ginger4u13:

give me 5 minutes :)

i want to snap something🌶️just for you

Elsa sat frozen on the stool for a minute. She hadn’t thought this far ahead. She didn’t think she would get this far, especially not with an internet random who was so absolutely gorgeous and easy to talk to.

something 🌶️ just for you

That very minute, ginger4u13 was taking a photo exclusively for Elsa. Not a selection pulled from the selfie bank—a real-time glimpse. The thought electrified Elsa with excitement. She closed her laptop, hopped off the stool, and weaved her way through the dark kitchen into her bedroom. When she switched on the lamp next to the bed, she took a minute to appreciate how well her floor-to-ceiling mirror would suit full-body thirst traps.

She’d never used it for that purpose before.

But for this girl, who was so… who was just so…

Elsa pulled down her sweats and stripped off her T-shirt.

Five minutes later, she sat in her lingerie on the edge of the bed and swiped through her camera roll. The photos were… fine. Elsa had no idea how to pose herself seductively, and had settled for toying with her bra strap. At the very least, she could work a nervous tic into a suggestive pose, sliding the strap partway down her shoulder. She selected the photo where the light and shadow play best captured the subtle parentheses of her obliques—a feature she actually liked about herself. After hastily scribbling over her face in the photo markup editor, Elsa lay back on the bed and opened the NightLink app on her phone.

Nothing from ginger4u13 yet. It had been seven minutes; had she changed her mind? But Elsa had already committed to the photo shoot. She uploaded the thirst trap… and hit send. Then, after a minute, she figured the picture looked weird without any accompanying text, so she typed out:

Wanderlusting:

Just for you.

A typing bubble appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again, and once more disappeared. Elsa’s heart rate spiked—insecurity, suspense, and arousal clashed within her. A moment later:

ginger4u13:

you are so fucking

unbelievably

gorgeous💦

The wet emoji—Elsa blinked. What was the girl implying? That she was… that Elsa had made her…?

ginger4u13:

you’ve got me sweating now

Elsa cleared her throat. Right. She began typing an automatic “Thank you,” then thought better of it. Too sterile.

Wanderlusting:

Like I said, just for you.

If I’m being honest… talking to you has already had me sweating.

ginger4u13:

really?

Elsa hesitated. Then:

Wanderlusting:

Absolutely.

Your words, your picture

I think you might be just my type.

ginger4u13:

i’d love to be your type

Before Elsa could reply, a photo attachment filled her phone screen.

All the blood rushed to one pulsing point below her stomach.

ginger4u13 lay on her back, this time pulling the camera back far enough to show more of her body. She stretched out in dark lingerie, spine arched just so, showing off the smooth expanse of her bare stomach, her thighs tightly squeezed together. One hand squeezed her left breast, the thumb sliding her bra a few inches aside to reveal a taut, pink nipple. The photo cut off just above her lips—a tantalizing hint at an identity just out of reach.

Elsa drank in the photo for a full minute, skin tingling all over.

Just for you.

She fumbled and backspaced through typos. Then:

Wanderlusting:

Is it wrong that I want to touch you?

ginger4u13:

no

i’d want it

Wanderlusting:

Where?

The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. Thirty seconds later, another photo dropped in. Embers erupted low in Elsa’s stomach. ginger4u13 lay in the same pose, only this time, her left hand had snaked all the way down past the waistband of her underwear and disappeared inside. The thumb hovered over the patch of skin between her navel and her waistband. Elsa imagined the tiny hairs there, imagined grazing them with her lips. She was throbbing, now.

ginger4u13:

right here

Elsa typed and scrapped one reply after another:

What would you do if

I would

I wish I could

You’re making me so

ginger4u13:

you’re making me nervous with all the typing

;)

Wanderlusting:

I’m trying to find the words for what

Sorry, accidentally hit send.

For what you’re doing to me.

ginger4u13:

try harder

It was also hard for Elsa to type with just one thumb. Her left hand kept drifting, as if with a mind of its own, to roam across her fevered skin, trailing along her bra cups, lightly scratching her inner thighs—

Kristoff was right. She did need to let loose some of her pent-up frustration, even if on some twisted level, she knew she was engaging in a fucked-up fantasy that played into her “subconscious affinity.”

ginger4u13:

if you can’t find the words, you can show me instead

yes, i’m greedy

after that fucking picture you sent, how could i not be?

Elsa stared into the whirring blades of the ceiling fan overhead, trying to think of a reasonable argument to slow down, too hazy in the heady mist of arousal to form anything more coherent than More, now, go, go, more.

ginger4u13 hadn’t asked for a video, but whenever Elsa managed to break her chains of insecurity, she was surprisingly prone to escalating one-upmanship. While she waited for the ten-second video to upload, she grabbed her discarded bra from the duvet and tossed it in the direction of her laundry pile chair. She obsessively scanned ginger4u13’s previous messages, breath coming in hot jets from her nostrils, while she waited for a reply.

i’d want it

yes, i’m greedy

Finally:

ginger4u13:

oh my fucking god

jesus christ

you have no idea how this makes me so… 💦

who are you?

Elsa froze. Frown lines appeared between her brows as she tried to wrap her head around the question.

ginger4u13:

easy on the typing bubbles, it’s a joke ;)

i’m just saying, though

if you turn me on so badly over the phone, of course i’m dying to find out what you’d feel like in person

your body, your hands…unless you just want to text…

Elsa hesitated. Her rational thoughts said, Don’t be an impulsive idiot. Her thrumming body said, Don’t fucking stop now. After a minute, she bit her lip and typed a reply:

Wanderlusting:

I wouldn’t rule it out.

ginger4u13:

i’m glad

you know, i’m forming this fantasy about you

about your body, and the way you’re touching yourself

ginger4u13:

should i stop?

Wanderlusting:

Tell me.

Please.

ginger4u13:

it’s hard to type though

my hand is occupied ;)

can i tell you over the phone?

Elsa sucked in a deep breath, anticipation racing like wildfire along every inch of skin that she’d exposed for her video.

Wanderlust:

Okay.

ginger4u13:

here’s my number

5550131127

call me

Elsa closed out of the NightLink app and readjusted herself, crooking her legs wider and easing herself fully flat on her back as she began tapping ginger4u13’s number into the keypad.

555 013—

What appeared on the screen gripped Elsa’s chest with an icy fist.

Contact: Anna 🍫 (555) 013-1127

NO. NO. NONONO NO.

Elsa scrambled to punch backspace. She tried typing ginger4u13’s number again. The same contact suggestion appeared. She opened Anna’s contact card and compared it with the number ginger4u13 had sent. Identical.

A full ten minutes of immobilized panic followed. With her head swimming in a thick gauze of dread, Elsa didn’t hear the ping of “ginger4u13”’s incoming messages. She saw them pop up on her lock screen, though.

ginger4u13:

where did you go?

ginger4u13:

hello?

Elsa imagined Anna lying on her bed across town, frowning into her phone—her phone with the spidery cracks from dropping it two stories off a hotel balcony on their sisters’ trip to Oslo last summer.

Emphasis on sisters’ trip. Jesus fucking Christ. Elsa had taken her top off for her own baby sister, sent her a video of full-on—of literally touching her own—

A sudden thought lunged, unbidden, to the forefront of Elsa’s sickened internal spiral:

What was her fantasy about me?

Elsa wanted to die. She’d gotten aroused—so painfully aroused—from looking at her own sister.

Another warped thought shot like a lance past all the others:

That wasn’t the first time, though, was it?

Elsa snatched up her phone, opened her thread with “ginger4u13,” and jabbed BLOCK.

That was enough spice for twenty lifetimes. Fucking Kristoff. Fucking Spice Girls.

A drop from a two-story balcony wasn’t sounding so bad right now.

[joneswilliam72]

Luka Palm taps Kojaque and Kean Kavanagh for a very Soft Boys Valentine with "Nightlink"

Coming to you live from the Emerald Isles, peep Luka Palm’s latest, “Nightlink.” Enlisting the help of Soft Boy Records labelmates, Kojaque, and Kean Kavanagh, “Nightlink” arrives on digital shelves just in time for Valentine's Day. Not the lovey-dovey VDay single you were expecting, eh? Instead of going the route of waxing poetic about the […]

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[jrdiehl96]

I think this year was The Egopocalypse. #jrdiehl96 #jrdiehl96Edit #omgpage #ytegrp AC: @nightlink https://www.instagram.com/p/BrL8L63lugA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1b1junynjplu2

[scottishdreams]

Fife | Nightlink / Mobile Emergency Carer (FIF08584)

Location: Glenrothes; Salary: £14,379 - £17,176 per year; closing date: 09/10/2017 http://ift.tt/2fwFbdW

[djdan570]

Luka Palm taps @ogkojaque and Kean Kavanagh for a very Soft Boys Valentine with "Nightlink" #newmusic #listenup https://buff.ly/2SqxMxP #nightlink #havetohear #imyourdj https://www.instagram.com/djdannepa/p/BuQ79EdHKpS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=iyvnwq3ekr9h

[ottica-lisotti]

Vuarnet NightLinks ... Vieni a Vedere Perché puoi Vedere come di Giorno anche di Notte! #OtticaLisotti #Vuarnet #Vediamoci #Nightlinks #Novità #DiNotteComeDiGiorno #SeeTheDifference #ProvaLaDifferenza #TiAspettiamo (presso Ottica Lisotti dal 1955)

[e-icreator23]

Doodles!

[Again]