Death in Wildflowers

Hel Lokidottir sat cross-legged in the meadow, the wildflowers brushing against her thighs like insistent fingers. The air hummed with the lazy buzz of insects, and the resistance camp's distant chatter filtered through the trees like a half-remembered dream. She'd fled here after the river, after catching sight of Selene—Nev's sister—bare and unashamed, water sluicing over her skin as she bathed. The image burned in Hel's mind, sharp and unwelcome, stirring a heat low in her belly that she refused to acknowledge. Her hands stayed firmly in her lap, clenched into fists. Touching herself would mean admitting it, fantasizing about someone who probably saw her as the monster she'd always been. The daughter of Loki, scarred by a violent past of raids and betrayals in the old realms. Who would want that? She'd be a creep, lurking in the woods like some pervert. Better to sit here, letting the ache build until it faded.

Footsteps crunched through the underbrush, deliberate but soft. Hel tensed, her broad shoulders hunching as she glanced up. Nev emerged from the tree line, her dark hair tied back in a practical braid, eyes scanning the meadow with the focus of a ranger who'd tracked prey before. She spotted Hel and paused, relief softening her features. "There you are," Nev said, approaching with careful steps, like she was nearing a spooked animal. "Selene told me what happened by the river. She's not mad—worried, maybe, but she gets it. You didn't mean to see."

Hel's face heated, shame twisting in her gut. She looked away, plucking at a flower stem until it snapped. "I shouldn't have been there. I didn't... I turned away as soon as I realized." Her voice came out rough, edged with the old godly timbre that still lingered despite her exile.

Nev knelt beside her, close enough that Hel could smell the earth and pine on her clothes. "Hey, it's okay. The river's open to everyone in the camp. Accidents happen." She hesitated, then added, "You belong here, Hel. With us, with the resistance. Not hiding in the woods like you're some outcast. We've all got shadows—mine's just a bit shorter than yours."

The words hit like a balm and a blade. Guilt surged first, hot and choking, for the blood on her hands from centuries ago, for the lives she'd ended in Loki's name. Then affection, raw and aching, for this woman who'd pulled her into the fold despite everything. And underneath it all, sadness—a bone-deep weariness for a life where she'd been the villain, the half-dead queen of the underworld, feared more than loved. Tears welled up, spilling over before Hel could stop them. She pressed her palms to her eyes, shoulders shaking. "I don't belong anywhere. I'm a fucking monster. Always have been."

Nev didn't hesitate. She moved behind Hel, encircling her arms around her waist in a firm hug, pulling her back against her chest. The side of Nev's face pressed warm against Hel's, cheek to cheek, breath mingling. Hel froze at the contact, acutely aware of Nev's body molding to hers—the soft press of her breasts against Hel's back, unbound and yielding through the thin fabric of her shirt. No bra. The realization sent a jolt through Hel, her nipples tightening against her own shirt. She wasn't wearing one either, the heat of the day making it too uncomfortable earlier.

Nev's hands rested lightly on Hel's stomach, but as she adjusted to hold her steadier, one palm brushed upward, grazing the underside of Hel's breast. The nipple caught the edge of her thumb, a fleeting touch that made Hel's breath hitch. Nev felt it too—the hard peak, the lack of barrier—and her fingers stilled. The air thickened, charged. Nev shifted again, trying to make the hug more platonic, sliding her hands to Hel's ribs, but the movement only dragged her knuckles along the curve of Hel's breast, teasing without intent. Heat bloomed between them, undeniable. Hel's core throbbed, arousal mixing with the emotional storm in her chest.

Her mind raced—flashes of Selene's nude form by the river, water beading on her skin, now overlaid with Nev's warmth, her scent. Guilt clawed back, memories of her violent past surfacing like ghosts: the screams in Helheim, the blood on her blades. How could she want this? Want them? She was paralyzed, body humming with need, breath catching in sharp gasps.

"I'm sorry," Nev murmured, voice husky, starting to pull away. "I didn't mean—"

Hel's hand shot out, grabbing Nev's wrist. She pressed the back of Nev's hand to her lips, the skin salty and warm. "Don't," Hel whispered, voice breaking. "Don't pull away. Keep holding me... like this. From behind. I like it. And the touching—it's okay. With you, it's okay."

Nev paused, her breath warm on Hel's neck. She could feel the tremor in Hel's body, the way her pulse raced under her lips. Arousal stirred in Nev too, a slow uncoiling in her gut, her thighs pressing together. This was an opening, fragile but real. She leaned in closer, lips brushing the nape of Hel's neck in a soft, experimental kiss. "You sure? Because you feel... tense. In a good way, maybe." Her voice turned teasing, gentle. "Selene's tough, but she doesn't bite. Unless you ask nicely."

Hel shivered, the kiss sending sparks down her spine. Another one followed, slower, Nev's mouth lingering on the sensitive skin. "I saw her," Hel admitted, barely audible. "Naked. It... stuck with me."

Nev's lips curved against her skin. "Yeah? Selene's got that effect. She's not shy about her body—hell, she masturbates thinking about half the camp sometimes. Out in the open, even, when she thinks no one's around." She kissed again, teeth grazing lightly. "You ever do that, Hel? Touch yourself? Let go?"

Hel's cheeks burned, her body arching instinctively into the touch. "No," she breathed, honest and nervous. "Never. Not like that."

Nev's hands slid under Hel's shirt, palms warm and sure as they cupped her breasts. She teased the nipples with her thumbs, circling slowly, feeling them pebble harder. "Good. First time for everything." Hel melted back against her, a low moan escaping as Nev's fingers pinched and rolled, the sensation pulling tight in her core. Desperation built—Hel's pussy ached, slick and empty, begging for contact she couldn't voice. She wanted Nev's hand there, fingers delving in, but the words stuck.

Nev sensed it, the subtle shift in Hel's hips, the way her thighs clenched. She nuzzled Hel's ear, voice low. "You want more? I can feel how wet you are, even through your pants. Tell me it's okay."

Hel nodded frantically, turning her head. "Yes. Please."

Nev's hand trailed down, unfastening Hel's pants with practiced ease. She slipped inside, fingers finding the heat between Hel's legs, parting the folds to circle her clit. At the same time, her other hand stayed under the shirt, kneading Hel's breast, thumb flicking the nipple. Hel's hips bucked, a gasp tearing from her throat. Nev's touch was deliberate, sliding through the wetness, pressing just right.

Hel turned her head further, capturing Nev's mouth in a kiss. It started tentative, but Nev took over, tongue slipping in to explore, tasting Hel's surprise and hunger. Their lips moved in long, deep pulls, Nev's fingers working faster now—two sliding inside Hel, curling, while her thumb ground against her clit. Hel gyrated her hips, riding the rhythm, moans muffled into Nev's mouth as the pressure built, coiling tight.

The climax hit hard, Hel's body seizing as she came, groans and whimpers pouring into the kiss. Her pussy clenched around Nev's fingers, pulsing, wetness coating her hand. Nev held her through it, kissing softer now, drawing it out until Hel slumped back, panting.

Nev broke the kiss, eyes dark with her own need. Desire overwhelmed her, a throbbing ache between her legs. She gave Hel a moment to catch her breath, then tugged her own shirt over her head, revealing full breasts, nipples already hard. Pants followed, kicked aside, leaving her naked and flushed. She turned Hel gently, admiring her—those broad shoulders, the defined abdomen from years of wielding weapons and enduring realms. Hel's body was a map of strength and scars, beautiful in its rawness.

Hel's eyes roamed, hunger flickering back. "Let me see you," she said, voice rough. Her hands reached up, helping Nev strip the rest away—no, Nev was already bare. Wait, no—Hel's hands tugged at the remnants, but they were both exposed now. Hel's gaze drank her in, from the curve of Nev's hips to the trimmed patch above her pussy, already glistening.

Nev straddled her lap, pressing close. "Fuck, Hel, make love to me. Please. I need you."

Hel hesitated, hands hovering, the old doubts creeping in—her inexperience, her past. But Nev's eyes, pleading and hot, coaxed her. "You can do this. Touch me. Taste me. I want it all."

Hel's hands started tentative, tracing Nev's sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. She leaned in, mouth following—kissing Nev's lips first, deep and exploratory, tongues tangling. Then down, lips closing around a nipple, sucking gently, teeth grazing. Nev arched, a gasp escaping. "Yes, like that."

Hel's mouth trailed lower, kissing the flat plane of Nev's stomach, tongue dipping into her navel. Nev's skin tasted of salt and earth, delicious, addictive. She reached Nev's pussy, hesitating a beat before parting her thighs wider. Nev was soaked, folds swollen and inviting. Hel leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste—flat and broad at first, lapping from entrance to clit, mimicking the way Nev's fingers had moved inside her.

Nev went frantic, hands fisting in Hel's hair. "Your mouth—fuck, use it. Eat me out." Hel complied, enthusiasm overriding nerves. She experimented—circling the clit with the tip of her tongue, then sucking lightly, feeling Nev's hips jerk. She delved lower, tongue pushing inside, fucking shallowly before returning to the sensitive nub. Inexperienced but quick to learn, Hel read Nev's reactions—the way her thighs trembled, the breathy curses—adjusting until Nev was writhing.

The first climax built fast. Nev cried out, uncaring if the whole camp heard, her pussy clenching as waves hit. "Hel—oh god, yes!" She bucked against Hel's face, juices smearing her lips.

But Hel didn't stop. Emboldened by the orgasm, the raw sounds, she took hold of Nev's legs, sitting up straighter. She pulled Nev's butt against her naked chest, positioning her upside down, head toward the flowers, legs draped over Hel's shoulders. Nev's pussy hovered perfectly, exposed and dripping. Hel dove back in, tongue relentless, sucking and lapping with renewed vigor.

"What are you—ah, fuck!" Nev gasped breathlessly, disoriented from the angle, blood rushing to her head. She whimpered, then groaned as another orgasm approached, her body suspended in Hel's strong grip. The world tilted, delirious pleasure blurring everything—Hel's mouth hot and insistent, tongue swirling, fingers now joining to spread her wider.

Nev came again, harder, cries echoing through the meadow. Hel kept going, building her higher, each lick pushing her toward the edge. Orgasm after orgasm rolled through Nev, relentless, like waves crashing. She was lost in it, body quaking, until the final one loomed—an avalanche, unstoppable.

She tried to hold back, senses sharpening, and that's when she saw her: Selene, at the forest edge, eyes wide, hand slipped into her own pants as she watched. The sight shattered Nev's control. She came explosively, pussy gushing against Hel's mouth, squirting in hot bursts—onto Hel's chin, down her neck, trickling over her abdomen. Hel lapped it up, humming in satisfaction, until Nev went limp, spent.

Hel eased her down gently, both collapsing into the flowers, bodies tangled and slick. Nev caught her breath, pulling Hel close for a lazy kiss, tasting herself on her lips. "That was... incredible. You."

Hel smiled, tentative but real, the weight of her past lighter in the afterglow. Selene stepped forward then, shedding her clothes with a grin. "Room for one more? I saw everything—couldn't stay away."

Nev laughed, pulling Selene down. "Always." Hel's eyes widened, but the affection in their gazes eased her in. What started as comfort had bloomed into something shared, a meadow of wild possibilities. For the first time, Hel felt like she belonged—not as a monster, but as herself, desired and whole. And as the three of them explored further, hands and mouths rediscovering each other under the open sky, Hel realized the resistance wasn't just a camp; it was a home where even goddesses could rewrite their stories.