Svidrir awoke to a dreamy landscape, a dark abyss above, no shining pearl illuminating the night,
Far in the distance, his eyes caught sight of an alluring valkyrie. Nude and glistening, her breasts weaving like stars, her pussy dripping wet with aching desire, leading him to a firelit glade. Her blonde hair gleamed like the sun, her dazzling blue eyes outshone the ocean, and those perky nipples writhing with desire, her temptation was sweet and divine. Wings that allowed her to fly to Valhalla, such beautiful curves.
"I've attracted your lust, hm?" Her voice sounded like wind chimes in the howling air,
Svidrir placed his hand on his axe: "Who are you, a succubus?"
"Nay, a valkyrie. I saw you at the monastery, you were gleaming with power and holy light." She bit her lip, flames burning inside her,
"You watched me?"
"I watched. I waited. I wanted. I touched myself to the sound of your axe, hoping you'd pound my bark with it, will you, O beautiful boy?" She said, seducing her target, whispering in his ear, her beautiful breasts pressing against his clothed body.
The valkyrie was known as Ashe; her beauty and lust were well-known among the Vikings. It was said that if you died, you wanted to see her. Ashe lifted a bowl of red wine and poured it down her chest seductively, "Drink, or else your balls will go unblessed." She offered him the bowl.
He drinked it, sudenly everything was a haze, he was naked and her sweet flower was pressing down on him, her moans soothing the night, bouncing up and down, she screamed his name, "Svidrir, I'll make you come until Ragnarock dawns!" he was enraptured in desire, interceded in these lustful things, he saw visions;
He was floating—no, falling—through fire. Bodies writhed beneath him. War, glory, lust, pain. A crown of thorns. A sword of frost. Elsa crying his name. A great beast devouring the sun. And Ashe, naked on a throne of skulls, beckoning him forward.
Then all was still.
Svidrir gasped, collapsing to his knees.
Ashe knelt beside him, stroking his face.
"Ragnarök is coming, beautiful boy," she whispered. "And you will be at its heart. Whether you burn or ascend... is up to you."
As she whispered this, Svidrir's seed was unleashed into her womb, and then he was awake.