First, I want to apologize for the delay on this chapter. RL has been kicking my ass lately and I am finding it hard to listen to my muse...but rest assured that she has not gone anywhere!

I don't have a beta for this story at the moment, so forgive any typos...my regular beta is stucying for a test at work and it has been taking much of her time. If anyone is willing to help me out, I would be ever so grateful.

Also, normally I would allow my little friend to introduce my smutfilled chapters, but he has had to be triple chained and locked in a titatnium chamber o calm down for a while...unfortunately my need to overwhelm my senses with paranormal romances on my ereader has him bouncing around like a crack addict. If I let him out like this...well, the last time I did I wrote "This Doesn't Happen Every Night"...

Need I say more? :)

Anywho...

Disclaimer: I don't own SHIT! (Quite literally) As far as these characters go, CH owns them...I am just throwing them into Asgard for a while.

I now present to you,

Part Five

Eric hurries down the stairs and out the door, ignoring the strange look that is on the innkeeper's face. Running as fast as he can, he makes his way to the cliffs where he meets with Sookie. He stands close to the edge, staring up into the bright sky before he calls out, "Heimdall, open the Bifrost!"

It takes only a minute before the ancient writing appears under him and a bright flash of light appears to take him home.

oOOOo

Now dressed in his godly attire, Thor steps out into the transport room to face the Guardian. "Please keep watch over her," he says as he moves quickly out the room and onto the Rainbow Bridge that leads to Valhalla. Heimdall smiles as he moves over to the precipice to watch the beautiful young woman that has captured the heart of a god.

Thor wastes no time reaching the Great Hall, only to find that Odin is holding court for some unknown reason. He walks forward slowly as he listens to the small argument taking place. "We need the outer lands prepared for the wedding, min kung, and I am finding it hard to get the approval from Jord on anything."

Odin presses his fingers to his temple as he tries to stop the growing headache. Once again, his son's mother has started to cause problems, but since the earth and all growing things were part of her realm, she needed to be consulted…and what a mistake that was.

Jord was never for this marriage, even with the discussion the two of them had. Unfortunately, her past history with the All Father was not entirely a good one and the hurtful feelings that she has for him tends to bleed out into any discussion they have had ever since he married Frigg. Sighing, he tells his servant, "Just follow the instructions that she gives you. I can do no more than that, I'm afraid. That woman will be the death of me yet!"

"Then maybe you should forget this madness and let me out of that promise!"

Odin raises his head to see his son walking towards him with a purpose in his step. Fighting back a smile, he calls out to him, "Donor…what brings you here? I really didn't expect you back from Midgard until tomorrow at the earliest."

Determined not to show that knowing he has been watched all this time is extremely disturbing to him, he properly kneels in front of his father, "I have come to request that you cease your attempts to seize the woman I have been seeing below."

The older man looks at him surprised, "Seize what woman, min son? I have no idea what you are talking about…"

Incensed, Thor stands…clenching his fists as he growls out, "I know you have been watching me, Far…I know that you must have been intrigued with whom I was spending time with. I ask you to leave her in peace; she has done nothing wrong…"

Odin holds his hand up to cut him off before turning to the other people in the hall. "Leave…I need to speak to my son alone."

The servants rush out, knowing that such conversations usually never end well.

Turning his attention back on his agitated son, Odin sighs as he says, "Very well…since you seem to know so much. Yes, I have been watching you on Midgard…yes, I know about the beautiful human that you have deigned to capture your attention and no, I have not sent anyone to take her."

"She came to me frightened that someone was looking for her, that they wanted to take her somewhere…" Thor insists as he adds, "I could only think of one being that would go to such lengths…"

A mighty roar of laughter peels the halls as Odin rears back in his amusement. Trying to regain his wits, he gasps out, "And the only one you thought would do such a thing was ME?" He leans back again, roaring in laughter.

Thoroughly angered now, Thor practically yells, "Yes…it would be so much like you to do such a thing to an innocent human, especially since you are still insisting that I marry."

Odin sobers quickly, "Do not say it. The marriage is a non-negotiable and there is nothing you can say to me to change my mind."

The Thunder god stares at his father for a long moment before he says in an oddly soft voice, "If I were to tell you that I have feelings for this human, that if your plan was to teach me a lesson on how to care for someone other than myself…you have been successful. Knowing all of this, Far, would you let me free of this promise?"

A gray brow rises, "You care for this kvinna?"

Swallowing a newly formed lump in his throat, Thor croaks out, "Yes…I care for her…more than I ever thought possible."

Odin looks skeptically at his philandering son. He can see a difference in his attitude now, but can that be from such an insignificant female?

Hardly…

"That is good to know…then it will not be any trouble for you learn to care for your new bride. I must thank this woman for her extraordinary ability to tame such a god!"

Thor bristles, "You do not believe me…"

The All Father smiles indulgently, "I know you too well to listen to such a tale. You hate the idea of having to marry someone that was promised to you without your approval. I am actually strangely amused that you would go to such lengths." The younger god straightens his back and wills himself to calm down…leaping to anger so quickly will not solve anything.

Before he can give Odin any response, his father tells him, "Your time on Midgard is almost at an end. You are due here one day hence and I will hear no more of that slampa you have been burying yourself in these past days!"

Thor's face hardens…even more than it has ever had over the name his father has given to the woman who has gained such access to his heart. His voice low and deadly, he says, "Never call her that again…she has done nothing to deserve such abuse!"

Sitting back on his throne, Odin smirks, "What else am I supposed to think? You have never had the company of anyone of any worth. You have always sought to only find a warm sheath to embed your cock in…nothing more." He looks at his son again and sees a barely restrained anger boiling under the surface. Intrigued, he presses the issue a little further, "By the halls of Valhalla…you are serious, are you not?"

"Hur vågar ni hånar mig, Far?" yells Thor as he conjures Mjolnir and drops it on the floor, leaving a distinctive crack. "How dare you? As if you have never done such things in your youth…things my own mor can attest to you having done. I am not so different than you were…"

"ENOUGH!" Odin hollers. Clearly, this conversation is not going the way that either of them have wanted, but being the All Father…he is determined to have the last word on this subject. Standing to his full height with a determined gleam in his eye, he speaks in a commanding voice, "I am fully aware of my faults in my youth, but that is of no relevance in this case…"

"How can you even think…" his son starts, only to be cut off sharply.

"IT HAS NO RELEVANCE! A marriage contract has been drawn up and it will be honored. To be worthy of this throne, many sacrifices must be made and carried through. It is obvious that on this trip to Earth you have learned a lesson that it took centuries for me to even comprehend, but it does not change anything. If you care so much for this female, let her go as painlessly as you can…you will be married in one more day."

Thor tries once more, "Far, I cannot abandon her…I will not abandon her!"

"You will do as I say! I will hear no more on this!" Odin bellows. After the last of his words ceases its ringing in the hall, Thor turns to leave…his eyes blazing in hatred for his father.

Odin watches him leave, a somber expression on his face.

"It begins. I warned you that this game was not going to end well…" a soft voice says to him.

Closing his eyes, he returns, "All will be well. There is nothing done that cannot be undone…"

Frigg makes her way to his side, a sad expression on her lovely features, "You will lose him."

Odin looks at her briefly before letting his gaze fall back on the hall leading to the Bifrost. Sighing, he whispers, "That is not an option."

oOOOo

The skies rumble with the tempest of anger that is building in the Thunder god. His heavy steps tramp their way back to his chambers, hoping to find some peace before he has to return to Sookie…

Knowing that he has to return to Sookie…

He enters, slamming the door shut and moving over to the bed to flop down on it…exhaling a bated breath while he clenches his eyes closed to calm himself. Thor lies there for a short while before there is a knock at his door. He doesn't move, doesn't even acknowledge that there is someone there. He gives no indication of caring that his door now opens and a sarcastic voice carries across the room.

"Never thought I would see the mighty Thor brooding over a female…"

"Fan det till helvetet!" Eric hisses out as he slowly begins to sit up. His eyes are bleary and nothing seems to have calmed his raging temper down much. His unwanted visitor moves over to where he is, taking a seat on the bed next to him. Leaning back on one slender arm, an amused chuckle arises as she says, "You have the whole league of Valkyries bumfuzzled at what's happening…"

He raises a quirky brow, "Bumfuzzled?"

Hildr shrugs, "Heard it from a human…thought it was cute and completely appropriate considering how childish you have been acting over a mere human…" She cuts off her speech as she sees his gaze harden at her words. Smirking, she continues, "Please, you know that look does nothing to me, so save it for an enemy or something. I am telling you nothing but the truth…did you really think that one, the All Father would admit to trying to take your barmaid and two, that he would let you out of the marriage promise?"

He gives no response to that.

She sighs as she ends with, "You have no other choice, Thor…"

He sits up at that, hissing, "There is always a way! I will find a way out of this!"

Hildr stands again, sighing, "Yeah, well…good luck with that."

Thor stands as well, he is not going to get any peace here…he needs to go back to Midgard. "Thanks, Hildr…you have made sure that I never find any calm in my own room!" He starts to make his way back out the door, but Hildr grabs his arm. He stares down at the arm like it should shrivel and fall off for even thinking about stopping him.

The Valkyrie says one last thing, "You must end it…for your sake and hers. If you care for her like you say you do, you wouldn't want her to pine away for you while you have to give yourself to your wife."

His lips draw into a hard line as he shrugs her off and marches out of the great hall.

oOOOo

Thor makes it back to the Bifrost and is about to request Heimdall to open it when he senses a presence behind him…

"Yes?" he says, not bothering to turn to look at who is there.

"A promise is a promise…the integrity of a god is in his ability to maintain and honor a promise. Wars, destroyed lives, and peace have been created through simple promises."

"This was not a promise I wanted. This was decided for me and no matter what I may want, I have to honor it, not for my own integrity, but your own!" Thor grits out. Turning, he looks into the face of his father…suddenly weary of the argument. "Never fear, Far…I will keep YOUR promise!"

And with those final words, the Thunder god steps into the Bifrost and is gone. Odin stares after him, suddenly very unsure that he is doing the right thing.

"He loves her…" the Guardian of the Bifrost says.

Odin nods reluctantly, "I had hoped, I had wished that he would learn that emotion, but I have to honest with myself that I never thought it was possible. For once in my long life, I am unsure of what is next…"

Heimdall is silent as he just watches; both the All Father and his disturbed son.

oOOOo

Eric has to take a deep breath once he reaches the door to his room. On the other side, there is a young woman that he wants more than anything he could ever remember in his life, and he has to let her go. He places a palm against the door lightly, leaning his forehead on his hand. At any other time, leaving a female would be as easy as pissing, but now…

Now, a pain as strange to him as these feelings he is having is beginning to rip through him like a sword…leaving a jagged path through his body. He takes another deep breath before he stands straight and enters his room. At first he cannot find her, panicking that she had been found, but he then looks over to his bed and breathes a sigh of relief. There, looking like the angel he has deemed her to be. Walking softly over to her, he sits on the edge of the bed just to stare down at her. He watches her chest rise and fall with her delicate breath, the fluttering of her eyes as she dreams… the idea that it could be of him causing his body to harden. Unable to resist, he gently strokes her hair as she sleeps, dreading the moment he must tell her that he has to leave. There is no way he can tell her of his true identity…that being forbidden to him, so he has to think of something else that can be plausible and can cause the least pain for her.

Explaining that he was just passing through wouldn't work with what she has given him. Propriety would demand that he make some kind of promise to her now…being left with the knowledge that she has lain with yet another man that wasn't serious about his intentions would kill her. Sighing again, he stands to go by the window. There has to be a way to leave her and keep her from suffering an unbearable embarrassment.

His mind is so focused on his dilemma; he doesn't notice her slowly awakening from her rest.

The beautiful blonde opens her eyes slowly, instinctively knowing that Eric is back in the room with her. She turns her head to look around the room to finally rest her gaze on the formidable figure sitting along the window sill. Smiling, she turns the rest of her body towards him as she calls out to him, "Why didn't you tell me that you returned?"

He turns back to her with a wistful look on his face, "I didn't want to disturb you."

She stretches and the Thunder god can feel his heart clench…dealing with feelings is worse than fighting Frost Giants and they are the most disgusting creatures in the Nine Realms. Nothing that has come across to him has been any kind of viable plan to explain why in twenty four hours he must go.

The only thing he can come up with is the truth…partial truth anyway.

He watches her make her way over to him and places her arms around his neck. Sighing, he takes he waist as he pulls her in closer to him…letting his forehead rest against hers. As she looks at him, she asks, "Vad stör du? I can tell that you have a lot on your mind."

"More than I can possibly tell you…" he starts as he comes to his decision, "I received a scroll today from a wandering messenger. I have been called back home…"

"Home? How can you have been called home? You told me that you have been travelling for close to a year now…" she asks, a horrible feeling of dread falling over her. Oh, Gods…have I been a fool again? Has he been deceiving me all this time?

Eric can see the uncertainty in her eyes, knowing that she must be calling herself all kinds of fools for believing in him. He drops his gaze as he tries to come up with something that will somehow keep her fears at bay…not let on that he is, in fact, telling a lie.

"My father sends word for me to return. I do not wish it, but once he issues an order, I must follow it," he explains.

Sookie still looks stricken at his words, letting the first thing that comes to her mind fall from her lips, "Why must you go? Was there some obligation you left behind there? Gods, did you run away because you were escaping some fate you deem horrible?" Her words seem to run together in her fear, those heart-wrenching tears threatening to fall once more and savage his heart yet again. He takes his time answering; knowing that leaving those questions unanswered would cause even more trouble. He looks directly at her as he stands, walking slowly to where she sits. She scrambles to move back on the bed as he takes a seat, drawing one of her hands into his.

He slowly runs his thumb over the back of her hand, feeling the delicate veins under her skin and take note of her skin's silkiness. It takes a few moments until he finally says, "I…did run away. He was trying to force me into something that I would never agree to and did not tell me about it until a couple of months ago…"

Eric takes a break as now he has come to the part that is pure fabrication, praying to his manipulating father to let her find peace in his words.

Making sure he has her full attention, he stares directly into those beautiful brown depths as he continues, "When I was a boy,my family fell on hard times. My far tried everything he could to raise the krona to save the farm, but it came down to him selling off something even more precious to him…me. When I became of age, I was to enter into a working contract with the hyresvärd that held the deed to the lands if my father was not able to pay him for the land in gold by the time designated."

He turns stricken eyes to her as he concludes, "If I do not return home in two days, my family's farm will be forfeit. I struck out on my own to try to raise the funds myself…having had quite a bit of luck along the way. I only needed a little more time before I would have the gold needed and buy my contract as well as the lands themselves…unfortunately, my time has run out."

The barmaid grabs onto Eric and quickly wraps him in her arms, "I am sorry…I wish there was something I could do to help you, unfortunately I am not too far from dire straits myself." As her hip bumps against him, she remembers the hammer. She pulls back and feels around in her pockets for something saying, "Wait…I have something for you." Eric frowns, wondering what she is up to and is pleasantly surprised when she pulls out the wooden hammer. He gently takes it from her, a look of surprise on his face.

"Where did you find this?" he asks, not gripping it, just letting it rest in his hand.

"By the large root at our tree when I was…" and she stops. She hasn't told him of her night and why she was out there until morning.

Her pause does not go unnoticed.

"When you were what, min kärlek?" is the inevitable question.

Swallowing sharply, she hesitates a bit before she starts to say, "I…I had a disagreement with my grandmother and I ran out there to clear my head. After a while I went to sleep and didn't awaken until the next morning. I found it when I awoke."

The handsome warrior looks down on the small hammer, wondering what this means. It was designed to resemble Mjolnir, but it is something that he knows he never had done. Puzzled, he places it in his pocket, "Thank you for finding it…I never knew I lost it."

Smiling, she places her hand on his as a gesture of friendship. Eric looks down on at those hands and he feels a tear forming in his eye…this is the hardest thing he has ever done. Looking into her eyes, he asks, "Why did you have the disagreement?"

She stiffens; there is no way she can tell him about the so-called responsibility her grandmother keeps telling her that she has to fulfill, so she tells him, "She still thinks I should give William a chance, especially since I was in contract to marry him. She keeps saying that I am shirking my responsibility."

"Nonsense…she knows about what he did to you…" Eric says, but is cut off.

"She is of the mind that it doesn't matter. When a contract is made, it must be honored. She doesn't truly believe that he did anything wrong other than just "sådd hans havre", what she deems as acceptable from a young groom," Sookie returns. She can feel tears forming in her eyes and she turns away, not wanting him to see her cry again over this. The handsome warrior uses his finger to lift her head and turn her towards him. Once he takes in her glistening eyes, he smiles gently to reassure her, "There is no need for you to worry about that anymore, älskare. Take your comfort from me…"

Then he leans in to kiss her.

As the kiss deepens and he feels her tears sliding down her face, he knows that this is the wrong thing to do right now. He has told her that he must leave her. He has to return home while leaving her here to deal with her fear of having William come for her as well as her own insecurities. His tongue caresses hers fiercely as he realizes that he cannot live without this woman in his life somehow. The crazy idea of having Sookie as a mistress floats through his mind. If he is being forced to marry, he can make sure that he has nothing to do with the unknown wife. The Thunder god clutches her closer as the thought becomes more and more appealing…

His hands take over, his mind totally shutting down as he stupidly holds on to that ridiculous notion. Deep down he knows there is no way she would accept such an arrangement, the idea of being an älskarinna is not something worthy of her…

But, she would never have to know…tell her that you will return to her, have her wait for you. She will gladly be with you then…

But, I will never be able to let her know who I truly am, never be able to have her as min fru in truth…

Dammit, but you will still have her. Isn't that what you want the most?

This internal argument is going nowhere fast, for every reason there is to lie to her; there is a reason not to. She left her last trolovad because he was not truthful with her…what would make him think she wouldn't do the same with him?

She is too proud and too wonderful a kvinna to even think of such a dishonorable thing…

You will lose her…

I will lose her if I don't do this!

How do you know? You are Thor…the God of Thunder; son of Odin the All Father. You cannot figure out how to keep your heart?

His arms reflexively clench her closer to him as that thought strikes a chord deep within him. There is no way he can find his love and lose it due to actions taken by an overbearing fool! Eric moves his mouth to her jaw and slowly nibbles his way down to her neck, determined in only one thing…to never lose the woman he is passionately holding right now.

Sookie is taken aback at the powerful emotions he is giving off now. Each kiss, each touch is setting off fires so deep in her core, she isn't sure she will ever be able to recover. Her hands grip him tightly as she moans desperately, her body turning into a raging inferno. He leans her back against the bed and she quickly situates herself so that he can rest between her legs. Once she feels the pressure of his raging erection. She can't help her body's response as she rubs shamelessly against him. The beautiful barmaid takes hold of his face to bring his lips back to hers. As she kisses him madly, she pulls away long enough to whisper heatedly, "Take me, Eric…please, make me yours."

Deep down, she realizes that she is asking for more than the lovemaking he has initiated. No, it is for way more than that now…

Growling, he sits up quickly to rips way his tunic as well as tear open her dress from neck to hem. Surprised at his actions, she looks at him, seeing the barely contained lust raging in the depths of his eyes. Smiling saucily, she takes one finger to run down his chest until she reaches the edge of his byxor. He hisses as she teasingly lets it slip under, tracing a sensual line down to his cock.

"Lekfulla kvinna…" he gasps as his hands move down to do some teasing of their own. A long finger traces along her navel, moving down to reach her secret trove. He can feel her hips rise up to meet him, her breath ragged as she awaits his next move. Not being able to wait a moment more, he draws off her undergarments to release that tantalizing scent to his senses. His eyes flame once more as he catches her gaze, letting her watch as he lowers himself to her…daring her to look away.

She bites her lower lip as she watches his head disappear between her thighs, her nerves tensing in anticipation of his next caress. Ever so slowly he lets his tongue, just using the tip, trace her lips and throbbing nub. Her hips jerk in response, so much so that he has to hold her down gently as he continues his agonizingly light touches.

"Snälla, retas mig inte mer!" she calls out, her fingers grabbing on the bed sheets so tightly her knuckles are white. He has yet to stop looking into her flushed face, hungrily gazing at her glistening body as he skillfully brings her to the brink of an amazing orgasm. Pulling back slightly to smirk wickedly at her, he says, "Jag skulle inte mer retas du än mig själv, min älskare."

And with that, he plunges that wickedly skilled appendage deep inside her.

A scream to rival his battle cry rips from her as the sweetest honey flows from her and into him. As he takes it all in, her body twitches with its powerful release, her breathing nearly stopping because of it. Once he is sure that she is clean, he kisses his way back up her body to kiss her thoroughly…his tongue transferring her delicious essence to her mouth. Sookie can barely think, her mind a total blank as she tries to figure out her own name, her lips instinctively moving against his without her knowledge it seems. Smiling, he kisses her neck before he whispers, "I would never leave you unsatisfied, Sookie. It is what I live for…"

Standing, he removes his byxor before he reaches down to take the destroyed clothing from off of her, throwing it all on the floor. Dazed eyes take in the godlike visage towering over her, her mouth going dry.

She has to tell him once more, "Du säkert skulle göra gudar weep från din skönhet…"

His eyes soften briefly at her words, just as he climbs on top of her. He stares at her as he tries to understand in how in just a short period of time he has become so bewitched. Eric lets his hips rock invitingly against her as she wraps her legs around him, letting her weeping center meet him with each movement. Soon, their rocking leads to a more urgent need. He kisses her deeply as he places himself at her core, his fingers teasing a bit first before he lines his swollen head to her entrance. Soulful brown eyes meet blazing blue ones as he kisses the tip of her nose.

Then, he pushes home.

She can feel him move, can feel the leashed power in each stroke and she can hardly take it all in. He is making love to her so sweetly, so carefully that the tears building up in the back of her eyes come streaming forward. Sookie places her face into the side of his neck to hide them, but he feels them travel down his chest. He stops his movements, worried that he has done something to hurt her.

"Sookie, are you alright?" he asks.

Pleading eyes meet his as she whispers what is in her heart, "Take me with you. Please, don't leave me here…I could not bear it if I never saw you again." She takes her hands to hold his face as she says, Var vänlig och ta mig med dig…"

In that moment of connection, he almost tells her that he would never leave her behind until the word marriage pops up into his mind. There is no way he could bring her with him and keep that secret from her, and that would break her heart irreparably. He beseeches her with his glance, wanting to reassure her that nothing would keep him away from her…

But, because of that look, she begins to panic…

"By the gods, you won't will you? You plan to leave without me, never to offer me anything but this? Herregud, I have been such a fool to believe in your pretty lies!" she cries out as she begins to try to dislodge herself from him. Eric is taken by surprise with her struggles, even with him still being nestled deep in her sheath. He pushes up on to his hands, but he doesn't pull out of her. Angry now, she flails about, trying to get away from him, "Get out of me! Dammit! Haven't you done enough? I could have gotten past the shunning from my dealings with William, but now? I am no better than those harlots that I caught him with!"

Still stunned to silence, Eric tries to capture her hands and is finding the task harder than he ever thought he would. Sookie uses her legs and body to wiggle around as best she can, needing to get away from him…needing to, who in Asgard knows?

He tries once more to grab one arm and she slaps him, harder than the first time she did it and she hisses, "Du bastard! Du har svikit mig!"

A flash of anger crosses his features as she has now questioned his honor. In all of this, he has never lied to her about his heart. Growling deep, he finally takes hold of her hands, effectively pinning her to the bed.

Her eyes flare as she still struggles.

Undaunted, he glares back, "Hur vågar ni tvivlar mig? How dare you take everything I have said to you and make this out to be some meaningless fuck?" He grips her shoulders as he bites out, "Never question my honor again…"

He moves in to kiss her, only to receive a bite on his bottom lip in return. He jumps back, finally pulling out of her and she scrambles to the head of the bed, desperately trying to cover herself as best she can while angry tears falls down her face. They sit staring at each other, wondering how something so wonderful could go so wrong.

"You never intended to make this a real relationship, did you? You are like those other nobles that come into town looking for a companion while handling some business." She refuses to look at him as she says in a bitter voice, "I guess it was easy to prey on someone so naïve…"

Eric just sits there dumbly for a moment, first trying to reconcile the fact that she bit him. Second, he tries to find something to say to alleviate her fears, to try to give her some kind of hope that she will never leave his side. But, the truth of the matter is that even if he wanted to, he couldn't take her with him.

So, instead…he goes with the angry method.

"I never came to town to find what you call, companionship! I never even set out to seduce you. I did not lie when I called you my friend. I did not lie when I said I was falling for you," the warrior says heatedly as he slowly makes his way towards her on the bed. She has yet to take notice of his approach, so taken in with her own anger and upset. When she finally does look at him, he is directly in her face and the sheer sight of his fiery gaze has her almost afraid to say anything else.

He never touches her, but he gets in close enough to say, "If I could take you with me, I would. My contract will not let me."

Eric takes her shoulders again as he presses her against him, the need to claim her overwhelming him. She needs to know, needs to understand that she is his…and he tells her exactly that.

"You are mine, Sookie."

She opens her mouth to protest and is quickly cut off with his devouring kiss. Sookie can barely take a breath as he plunders, takes, and marks her mouth as his. Unconsciously, she responds just as passionately, her anger driving her…her fear at losing him powering the anger.

"Hur vågar ni tvivlar mig? she hisses as she bites him again before kissing the wound away. The Thunder god takes the pain, realizing that he brought this on, knowing that he deserves this. Pulling back, he takes a much needed breath as he says, "You are mine!"

"How can you say that? You are leaving me!"

"Because I will be back for you…and you will wait for me!" he growls as he dives back into her kiss. His hands move with more purpose now, gripping her breasts to tease her nipples mercilessly. She moans as he takes hold of the silky strands of hair, pulling hard enough to cause him to grunt in pain. Sookie feels she needs to do this, needs to make him feel pain, any pain that could equal how her heart is aching.

Eric quickly moves so that he can rest himself between her legs, slowly moving his rapidly hardening erection against her. At first she tries to deny him, but that part of her that needs him as badly as he seems to want her cries out for the touch. He begins to rock against her, letting her feel how much he desires her. "I am yours, min karlek…I am completely yours."

A long, drawn out cry erupts from her as he places his cock at her entrance, enjoying how her body is weeping all over him. He pulls back to looks down at her, hating the tears flowing down her cheeks. "Titta på mig, älskare... vänligen titta på mig" he whispers and those tortured eyes meet his. He pauses briefly before he growls, "You are mine!"

And he sheathes himself to the hilt.

Her body arches at the invasion, her legs widening to give him all the access she can. Deeper and deeper he goes until she can feel him hit her womb. The warrior pauses briefly to regain control of himself; his rampant, primal urges screaming at him to take her hard and fast.

As her arms encircle his neck, she can feel the nearly brutal passion locked deep within him and she wants it…nearly delirious with needing it. Sookie leans up to whisper in his ear, "Jag vill ha det också... inte hålla tillbaka."

A mighty roar escapes him as he pulls back, only to plunge back in deeper than he ever thought was possible.

Each thrust comes with a power that she could only ever imagine, her hips rising to take each one eagerly. Sookie stares at how his face has transformed; the look in his eyes clear…

She hears him growl out, "Du är mitt!"

Crying out, she nods as tears come to her eyes…finding that this bout of lovemaking to be otherworldly. Her legs grip him tightly as he drives into her, his hands bracing on the bed next to her head. He bends down to kiss her again before withdrawing quickly. Never speaking, he turns her over. Raising her to her hands and knees, he gives her one heated statement as he lines himself up to drill back into her.

"Är det här hur du vill mig?" he asks with a thrust to make her gasp.

"YES!" she screams as he takes hold of her hair, wrapping it around his hand before pounding into her. His other hand grips her hip tightly and she knows she is going to have bruises, but there is nothing save the end of the world that will have her stop him now. Deep inside her, she wants this claiming; needs to know that this man has every intention of making her into an honorable woman even with him having to honor that damn contract.

The handsome warrior continues to hammer away, driving ever deeper. He does not allow himself to think of anything past the fact that this woman is his; that no matter what Odin wishes for he will not turn his back on this powerful woman he has found. He bends over to bite her on the neck, growling in her ear, "You will wait for me, alskare."

Her breath stolen, all she can do is nod as she eagerly presses back against him. The thrusts and pressure are more than she has ever dealt with before, his body encompassing hers in a way she has never felt before. Her body tightens with the approach of her orgasm, can feel her inner walls convulsively clench against the massive invader within her. Eric takes hold of her hips, his fingers digging in as he pounds away…feeling the approach of a release all the gods in Asgard would envy.

Sookie's pants grow more frequent, her grip on the bed lethal as she tries to hold on. Soon, neither one can put off the inevitable…their release rushing forward. Eric throws his head back and roars as Sookie adds her own scream of ecstasy, feeling the heated flow of his seed fill her.

Both of them quiver with the release, her arms finally giving out. She almost collapses, but she is caught by her lover as he eases them down to the bed with him still sheathed within her. He falls to his forearms to keep his weight off of her as she rests, her mind blown with the orgasm and the possessive way he has claimed her.

An easy silence fills the room as they are both caught up in their own thoughts about what has just happened. The Thunder god kisses her gently on her temple before whispering, "Sleep now, we can talk later."

Too exhausted to argue, the beautiful barmaid does as she is told.

oOOOo

A/N I know, I know...the list of terms is almost ridiculous...but for my story, they are necessary. Forgive me to those that hate the damn translator!

Swedish terms (supplied by Microsoft Translator)

Far – Father

bestar - beasts

resenar – traveler

Det känns så bra – It feels so good

lite en – little one

alskare - lover

sjoman – seaman

byxor - pants

gris – pig

min vackra alskare – my beautiful lover

Tusan ocksa – Damn it

så snäva – so tight

min herre – my lord

tack - thanks

vad fan – what the fuck (or something close to that)

kung - king

vara tyst, dum – be silent, supid

min karlek – my love

kom hit – come here

du är fantastisk – you are amazing

gastgivare – innkeeper

Omforma – Transform

Mitt namn är Eric, vackra en. – My name is Eric, beautiful one

mor – mother

Okunniga manniskor – Ignorant people

Fan du till helvetet – Damn you to hell

Fan Thor, vad har ni gjort nu – Damn Thor, what have you done

långkalsonger – knickers

vanner – friends

Hur kunde jag har varit så dum – How could I have been so stupid

liten kvinna – small woman

adelsman – nobleman

sot kvinna – sweet woman

min hemliga kärlek – my secret love

Kom för mig, älskare – Come for me, lover

Min Sookie kan jag ange din himlen – My Sookie, may I enter your heaven?

Min vackra älskare, kommer för mig igen – My beautiful lover, come for me again

vänligen knulla mig svårare – please fuck me harder

Av gudarna – By the gods

Du vinner – You win

klänning – dress

Inte vara dum – Don't be stupid

Fan du, fader! – Damn you, Father!

Envis människa – Stubborn man

Hur kan du vara så grymma- How can you be co cruel?

Min kära barnbarn – My dear grandchild

mitt barn – my child

Vad beror det till mig – Why is this happening to me?

min make – my husband

min fru – my wife

associera – associate

Jag har aldrig känt något så bra – I have never felt anything so good

Hur vågar du – How dare you

Herregud – Oh my God

Hur vågar ni hånar mig, Far? - How dare you mock me, father?

Fan det till helvetet – Damn it to hell

Vad stör du? - What bothers you?

sådd hans havre - sowing his oats

älskarinna – mistress

trolovad - betrothed

Lekfulla kvinna – playful woman

Snälla, retas mig inte mer! – Please, tease me no more

Jag skulle inte mer retas du än mig själv, min älskare - I wouldn't tease you more than myself, my lover

Du säkert skulle göra gudar weep från din skönhet - You would surely make the Gods weep from your beauty

Jag vill ha det också... inte hålla tillbaka - I want it too ... don't hold back.

Titta på mig, älskare... vänligen titta på mig - Look at me, lover...please look at me

Du bastard! Du har svikit mig! – You bastard! You have betrayed me!

Hur vågar ni tvivlar mig? - How dare you doubt me?

Är det här hur du vill mig? – Is this how you want me?