Dinner was done, plates cleared away, and surprisingly, Monty was free to have time with Kith and Kin of the Tavern. Tori's street kids had insisted on cleaning up in return for warm rooms. As warm as the Warehouse was, it was still chilly when the temperatures dipped below freezing. He sat with Ike, chatting with Family as they watched the snow fall.

Sometime during the meal, the fine snow had turned into large fluffy clusters of snowflakes. Pandora had cast a spell to turn a small portion of the front wall into a one way mirror. It worked, but not quite as expected. The group was discussing what made the spell turn the whole front wall into a window and not just a small section. The most probable reason seemed to be the possible inadvertent channeling of the casting by all four Gargoyles and their offspring.

Ob rests his arm across the back of Pandora's chair. "Mi amor, Bruha. Stop. All it has done is given us a beautiful view of the storm. It is... It is like watching a giant snowball."

Pandora frowns. He shakes his head and looks at the others. "Por favor... someone tell her."

Tori leans back laughing. "Good Lord and Lady! Pandora, look around you. People are fascinated and that isn't part of the spell. Look at the kids. Hell, look at Keon."

Keon had flipped a table on its side and piled pillows against it. More pillows were scattered on the blanket on which he sat. Leaning against the tabletop, Keon talks quietly with Eite. The woman had finally relaxed, helped by the fact that they could see out, but no one could see in. Mera lay beside her, cuddled between the pair with her head on her father's leg. The Dark Lord strokes his daughter's blueblack curls as she dozes. Gracie, Ru, and Teri are curled among the pillows, eyes nearly closed as they watched the drifting snow.

Laila sighs as she looks to the back hallway. Still no Ramji. She rises from her seat and speaks quietly to Tara and Chloe, suggesting bedtime. The girls pout, but their mothers agree and send the girls to the Nursery.

Tomas and Ryan were last seen listening to stories from Guunnar and Dmitri. Both the boys and Guunnar are missing, at least until Dmitri points out the giant's feet sticking out from behind Keon's tipped table. Laughter and smiles are difficult to suppress when they find all three fast asleep under another blanket. As the boys are lifted, Guunnar surges awake, fists raised.

Dmitri hushes the Viking. "SSSSHHHHH, *Parakaló_, Guunnar. The boys are sleeping. They are only being taken to bed."

The giant blinks several times, finally focusing on his friend. "Ach... gut... Ja, gut. I tink.. I tink must geh alzo."

"Yes my friend. You need to go to bed as well. Come, leave the boys to there family. I will get you settled for the night." Dmitri smiles at the others. "He has not slept much since..." Dmitri shakes his head. "The children have been good for him tonight." He leads the big man toward the stairs.

Guunnar follows, obviously asleep on his feet. "Dmi... tell Ram... am sorry... ^mir lied... didn't see him..." His words were mumbled but loud enough to stir worry in Laila's mind.

The children are gathered and tucked in their beds in the nursery. Nanny settles in the glider with Nadia. Star kisses the baby's nose and she smiles. When Nadia reaches for Erik, he kisses one of her small hands and tells her it is time to sleep. The baby sniffles and Erik leans close to kiss her forehead. He whispers something and the baby yawns. The adults slip from the room as Nanny sings softly to Nadia.


*Please

^am sorry

An hour later Monty announces dinner will be served in a little bit. Parents corral their offspring, getting them to settle a bit before making them sit down. Stoney promises them more music after dinner, but only if they are good. Gracie pulls herself up straight and looks solemnly at her father. "Papa', you told Mama' we are always good. That it is... rel-uh-tif."

A booming voice echoes up the hallway. "Ja, Kinder sind alvays gut. Eben ven nicht so gut. Ist chust deir vay."

"UNCLE GUNNAR!" The children rush enmass to the giant as he hangs up his dark cloak. Mera wraps her arms around a leg and hugs him, but peers past him down the hall. The Viking lays a hand on her head, tousling her blue black curls.

"He ist coming little vone. He hast missed his *kleine monde. Ach, vho ist diss strapping jung man!" He raises Ryan up to his shoulder, settling the little fae on the broad perch. "Kviet Ryan. OY, Du hast grown little varrior!." He slaps a large hand to his forehead and huffs through his bushy moustache. "Nein, nicht kinder! Ist such a handsome band uf Varrior Lads and Shield Maidens." He leans down, balancing Ryan easily, and whispers loudly, knowing all the parents will hear him. "Vat say du. Ve pester deine parents und you feast mit Oncle Gunnar tonight?"

The children put hands over their mouths and nod ecstatically, all except Mera who watches down the back hall. A cloaked figure emerges and the little girl's eyes light up, only to sadden when Dmitri pushes back his hood. The Greek smiles at her and winks. Mera sighs and Graci takes her hand, tugging her along with the others to ask their parents' permission. Gunnar commandeers a table and gets Monty's attention.

"A round uf chiuce und milch for my Varriors, mein gut man!"

Mera climbs into a chair and bites her lip, eyes still on the hallway. Gracie touches Mera's hand and tara's voice murrmurrs softly in the little halffae's mind. Oncle Gunnar said he's coming. Don't cry Merri. She nods and takes a sip of her juice.

Large hands cup her shoulders and a soft voice whispers in her ear."Did ye miss yer old Da, Little Moon?"

Mera scrambles out of the chair, nearly spilling her cup. Keon scoops her up in his arms, wincing slightly under the force of her hug. "I'll take that as an Aye."

Guunnar shifts. Muscles in his back and buttocks move, drawing Dmitri's appreciative gaze. The Viking glances at the door and straightens his hospital gown. Glancing over his shoulder, he catches Dmitri's appraisal.

"*Ich weiss. They habt nicht a gown to fit mich." He tugs at the hem. "Ist short, ja?" He grins. "Chust cubbers mine chunk."

Dmitri purses his lips, hiding a laugh. "Chunk?"

The Viking turns, lifting the hem of his gown. "Ja. Chunk."

The dark haired Rider grins. "I wouldn't call that Chunky."

Guunnar looks down at his half erect manhood. "Vat du call it?"

"Solid muscle."

Guunnar snorts. "Nicht solidt. Ist alvays haf vay right now." He sighs, puffing out his full mustache. "Und Ich bin alvays vanting. Neber enuff sex..."

He sighs then looks up, noting the hungry look on Dmitri's face. The smaller man licks his lips, swallows hard, and closes his eyes as crimson slowly suffuses his swarthy complexion.

"Ach... es tut mir leid, mein freund." As Dmitri turns away, Guunnar lays a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Hast it bin dat long?" 

The darker man sighs. "Long enough. ~o filos mou, long enough."

"Keon sagt vonce... Humans habt too many taboos. Vy ist wrong to enchoy das feel uf anudder's body ven du hast need? I habst need. Du hast need. Ve habt several hours to ourselbs. Vat say du, Dmi? Ve hilft each udder?"

Dmitri stares into the giant's eyes "You are not a lover of men Guunnar."

The Viking smiles. "Ach.. I am a lover of all. Trust mir Dmi... dose long trips to conquer? No vimen on dose trips..." He winks.

The Greek laughs. He touches Guunnar tentatively, feeling the man's cock jump at the soft stroke. His hand boldly closes around hardening flesh and Guunnar moans. Dmitri steps closer, tightening his grip on the next upward pull. The Viking's eyes close. His hips thrust into the next downward stroke. Dmitri licks his lips. He watches Guunnar as the Viking arches into his touch.

"Zooo gut, ach ja..."

Dmitri leans forward, knees folding under him as he licks the now pearling tip. The Viking groans and Dmitri sucks the engorged head, sliding his tongue around Guunnar's hot flesh. He scrapes his teeth along the hardened shaft as he sucks hard, and Guunnar spasms. He explodes, thrusting hard to get as deep into the greek Rider's mouth as possible. Dmitri swallows as fast as he can, drinking down the giant.

"Es tut mir leid..."

Dmitri swallows once more and licks his lips. "Sorry? Why?"

"Ich kumme zo fast..."

The Greek laughs, rising to his feet. "Oh don't be sorry Guunn. Like you said. We have several hours, and several needs, to fill."
 

*I know. They have no gown to fit me.

~my friend

"Ja... Rovan say am healing *sehr gut." With a huff that puffs out his thick blonde moustache, Guunnar continues. "Ich bin hereless den a veek, yet..." The Viking looks over his shoulder. "Ve bin dun now."

He waits a few moments and the plates begin to float to a tray, then the tray floats to the door, carried by a translucent female spirit. When the door closed behind it, Guunnar sighs with relief. Dmitri hides a grin.

"It was only a sylph, Guunnar."

"Ja... ^aber... Ich know, Ich know, Voman are amazing in all dere sizes and beinks... but dese are not qvite... Dey ist nicht sexual creatures.."

The Greek Rider chuckles. "Perhaps you are just too warm blooded for them my friend. Just be glad that Sylphs are not a form of Succubi."

The giant Viking watches the door a few moments more. "Dmi... Do me sometink. Tell me if Ich bin healing vell, or ist pain hidden by magick. Silk uses sex magick to heal, und..." He shrugs. Turning, Guunnar pulls open the back of his hospital gown. Muscles ripple in his legs and butt. Dmitri licks his lips, forcing his eyes from the hard planes to the stab wound on his friend's back. He reaches out and traces the red, shiny flesh. 

"Less than a week..." He leans closer, inspecting the scar, "yet it looks like months have  passed..."


*very good.

^but...

Ramji and Dmitri are laughing as Guunnar leads the way through the main door to the Tavern. The big man clasps Jeb on the shoulder and bids him a jovial hello. bemused, the Werewolf grins and nods the trio through.

"Ve haft returned victorious! Let the party begin!"

Lunar Eclipse breaks into a rendition of Hail the Conquering Heroes. Guunnar swaggers to the center of the dance floor and  roars, "Monty! A roundt of trinks fur das haus!"

Monty grins and starts setting up drinks as Dmitri and Ramji get Guunnar to sit down at a table. One of the waitresses brings a mug of mead to Guunnar. The Viking pulls her into his lap for a kiss, before letting her slip away. Laughing she returns to her duties, serving the drinks Guunnar ordered.

Full of energy, Guunnar surges to his feet. He spies a table full of young women and calls to the band. "Play sumtink fur all to dance to!" He saunters to the table and bows to the girls. "Ladies, Vill you dance mit me?"

He leads the way to the dance floor, the girls following. Song over, he invites the girls to join him. The group heads back to his table and they pull another over to seat more people.

The tall shadow strides between parked cars in the back lot, listening to the ringing on the other end of his cell phone. When the voice finally answers, Guunnar can hear the sound of women and children laughing.

"Aye laddie? Am I needed or is this a social call?"

There is a hopefulness to the Dark Lord's voice, which brings a sad smile to the Viking's lips. Too many times these calls have wrenched him from time with his beloved daughter. Guunnar shakes his head, slowly before replying.

"Nicht, but ist sad news, und Ich see it nicht. Pandora ist abed mit Obsidian. She lost kindje... a baby. Rowan chust gibt her sumtink to make her *schlaft."

He can hear Keon relaying the news. From the sounds on the other end, Guunnar picks up thst Star already had an inkling. "Leetle Sister... she habt an idea? Or sie nicht see?"

Keon tells him that the vision Star had was tentative, something that could happen, perhaps not. He asks if they are needed at the Tavern.

"Nein. Rowan gibt her pill. Alle Gargoyles ist here. Ich habt Rowan call if any be needed."

The next words from Keon stun the Viking. "Thank ye, Guunnar. Tell the Moon's Priestesss, she need but ask an' I will bring any she requires. Be it being or supplies. Tell Ob and Pandora our hearts and thoughts be with them, and their wee ones as well." There is a pause. "Wish says twill be there e'en faster an she brings any."

"Danke Ke, Ich willst tell. Gut nacht."

He clicks the phone shut, blinking away tears for the family's loss. Shaking his head, he turns to the Tavern and heads back inside. His mind stumbles over what has just happened. Who would think it... An Elder Fae saying thank you, and another offering her services to a human witch. Exton certainly has a way of bringing out the strangest situations...


*sleep

A pickup truck slowly rumbles up the drive, Ramji's car right behind it. Laila waves as she steps out of the car, turning to pull out a box as Ramji opens the trunk. Dmitri drops from the truck as Guunnar ambles across the yard. The Viking giant drops three shovels beside the pit and puffs through his mustache.

"Ist gut start. Ve here now to hilfe. Vill make gut pit!"

Laila shakes her head at the man as she follows Ramji to the porch. Her arms are laden with bags with paper goods. "Eric, please put him to work? He just WON'T shut up!"

Dmitri snickers and moves to the back of the truck. Star opens the door as Ramji mounts the steps. She directs him where to put down the box he is carrying and helps Laila with her bags. Ramji grins at the surprised look and swirling colors of her eyes.

"Stoney thought it might be a good idea if we came ahead. There are potato salad, pasta salad, crudites... I don't know what all Alise and Laila put together...." He shrugs helplessly. "There are picnic tables and a barbecue spit in the back of the truck..."

"Keon ist brinking food as vell. He and Eite vent fishing dis morning." The big man shakes his head.

His usually shaggy hair is pulled back tight in a long braid which slithers along his back as he moves his head. That, along with his thick mustache, tight t-shirt, tight jeans, and engineer boots gives a very different image than the usual black gear. In fact all the Riders are similar in dress. Ramji tugs off his purple t-shirt and tosses it inside the cab of the truck. He pushes past Guunnar and picks up a shovel and shoves it into the big man's hands.

"Laila's right. You haven't stopped talking since we picked up Ike's truck. Time to exercize some muscles other than the ones attached to your jaws." He turns to Eric and Tannr. "So... how big do you want this? Oh, by the way. Ike bought toys for the kids to play in the dirt pile. They are in the back of the truck as well."

Guunnar grins. "I take Ike shopping. Ve got trucks, shovels, buckets... all kindt friendly!"

Laila leans close to Star and whispers. "I don't know who is worse in the stores... Shopaholic Ike, or the little boy who pretends to be a Viking Warrior."

Guunnar turns to the pretty woman. His full lower lip protrudes in a childish pout.

"Ich nicht pretend. Ich bin ein great Varrior!"

Laila and Star giggle. The Nanny can't help herself. "See... just like Tomas..."

There is a rumble right behind Ob and Pandora as they pause to look around the tavern room. Chloe claps her hands and squeals as Guunnar plucks her from her daddy's arms....

"Go, haff husband und vife meal. Little vone vill eat mit Unca Guunnar und Dmitri." The big Viking winks at Pandora. "Vill feed her only healty foods. Promise."

Ob grins as Pandora opens her mouth to reply. "Let it be Bruha. You know as well as I, Guunnar will take good care of our Gitanilla." He lets the Viking pass, watching as he reaches his table and tosses Chloe at his dining companion. The little Gargoyle spreads her wings to catch the breeze of her movement and glide gracefully into Dmitri's waiting arms. The Greek Rider catches her easily Holding her above his head as she squeals in joy.

"Chlo' flied! Chlo' flied!"

The blonde giant stands head and shoulders above most of the group. A slighter man hands him an envelope, which Guunnar lays in the astounded woman's hand.

"Ve know du vouldt not accept monies from alle. So... Traeger habt vone of His forgers run to store und get cardts fur gas. Ve not vant du runnin aus mittle uff novhere. Ach, Rohan... Du nicht cry. Dis ist gut ting people do fur dich."

The big man closes her hand around the envelope. "Du deserve dis, Rohan." He leans close, eyes twinkling, and whispers in her ear. "Du hast a gut mek-a-nic too. He ist a Gremlin!"

When she laughs aloud, Guunnar kisses her cheek and walks off into the night. His patrol drifts after him, dark cloaks and clothing blending them with the night. Just before the last member disappears, the slim man bounds back with the energy of a young puppy. He lays a box in her hands, murmuring "For all the times you help the Clans..." There is a yip from the dark streets and the young man darts back to the shadows, gone from sight in a mere instant.

Rowan opens the lid, carefully touching the stag horned hilt of the knife in the box. There is a pulse of energy, a warmth that feels right. She lifts it by the fabric in which it is nestled. The silver blade catches the light.

Keon steps to her side. "A blade for surgery on the Shifters? Or to use as an athame? They honor you, Daughter of the Moon." He slides an arm around her shoulders and hugs her, then moves away as Rowan lifts the blade to the night.

Tears stream down her cheeks and she seeks the sight of the moon. She smiles as the blade catches a flash of moonlight.

"Blessed Mother, thank You for the friends and family You have gifted into my life."

Lowering her arms, she looks at all the assembled people.

"And thank you all... I am... speechless."

Leaning on the edge of the bar, Guunnar waits for the carafe of coffee for his table. He glances at the phone on the edge of the bar as it begins to vibrate.

Guunnar catches it before it slides off. The thing is nearly lost in the palm of his large hand. He tosses it to Monty who answers. There is a short conversation and Monty clicks off.

"Guunnar, is Traeger sitting with your patrol?"

"Ja. Vizard ist mit us. Ve talking about sumtink I vant fixt. Du need him?"

Monty shakes his head. "Actually, could you let him know that the mechanic called. He can bring it over anytime." He scribbles down a number and hands it to the Viking. "He can be reached at this number for the next two hours, then he has a road call."

Huffing through his thick mustache, Guunnar carries the coffee to the table and hands the number to Traeger. "Mekanic call. He say can bring anytime. Dis number he at for zwei hours. Du buy a car Traeger?"

Traeger laughs and fills the Rider in on Rowan's surprise. Guunnar sighs. "Sie ist gut voman. Daughter uff da Moon, Keon says. I sorry I not be here tonight." Pulling out a pouch, Guunnar slides money to Traeger. "Here, buy gas cart. Rowan no accept money, proud voman, so I gibt gas fur van." He looks around the table. "Kumme, du gibt too. Rowan neber ask, but gibt, gibt, gibt." He slaps a large hand down on the table. "Time to help a healer so sie canst hilfe alle."

The few bills on the table grow as the patrol adds to it. Sliding the money to Traeger, Guunnar grins. "Sie hast no reason to fear sie run out uff fuel. Ve make sure, ja?"

The big Viking looks up from his meal as Ike sets a glass vase in front of him. Twillon and Dmitri shrug, continuing to eat. They were due on patrol in about an hour. His glance goes to Weebit as she runs a tiny palm along the crystal. Her patched wings hum as they vibrate, a happy, and welcome, sound.

"Tis lead crystal, and big...."

Movement in the glass catches her eye and she turns. Guunnar follows her gaze. Two Fae from the Limonaid's flower shop are heading to his table, each bearing a box.

The smaller of the two women stops before him.

"Guunnar Nordstrom?"

At his nod, the Fae sets her box on top of the other Fae's, opening it to reveal roses of several colors and greens. She begins to arrange the flowers in the vase, reading off the names on a strip of ribbon on each stem. The men stop eating, sitting back in awe.

Hands on her tiny hips, Weebit exclaims, "Guunnar, what did ye DO? Sleep with the entire college?"

The big man flushes, his ear tips and nose rosy with his chagrin. Twillon laughs at the man's discomfort and Weebit twirls on him. "An I'll be guessing ye forgot what day this is...." She waves a dismissive hand. "Aye, I know, tis not our Place."

The first box gone, the second is opened to reveal baby's breath, carnations, and several other flowers.

"This box is from Chastity House."

She begins to add them to the vase, filling in around the roses. Weebit whirls on him. "I vow they no longer have THAT virtue...."

"It ist nae like dat... I valk dem home from..." He blushes more. His voice drops to almost a whisper. "I valk dem home from vork. Dey... model for local artists." He reaches out and touches a rose. The roses are from..." Under Weebit's glare he puffs out his moustache before going on. "I vas invited to a party. I not know I only man invited. It vas..."

Twillon chokes on his coffee as Dmitri laighs aloud. The Greek can't help himself.

"Fun?"

Weebit covers her face with her hands, shaking her head. Guunnar grins slowly, keeping an eye on the demifae. "I vas going to say a long and blissful nacht..."

The Fae smile, bowing and move away. Moments later one returns with a single full bloom rose. She lays it before Weebit, saying, "Sleep well tonight." Weebit stands before the card, taking in the words. Tears fill her large almond-shaped eyes, making them glitter in the Tavern lights. Her healing wings lift her just enough to make the short flight to Twillon's shoulder, where she buries herself in his hair to whisper in his ear. Twillon hides a smile, telling her, "That better be a promise." She giggles, hidden in his long golden mane.

Dmitri rises, bowing to his friends, and takes his cup to the bar. He watches as Ob lays a wreath of flowers in Pandora's hair, the brilliant daisies like jewels against her black tresses. He smiles as the Fae deliver more flowers to patrons, some opening boxes to find candy. He turns to the bar sliding his cup to Patti.

"Just coffee, I have a patrol soon." She nods and fills the cup. He turns to head back to his table, only to be stopped by one of the Fae.

"Are you the Rider known as Dmitri?"

He nods warily and the woman hands him a small box. She glides away and he works his way to the table. Putting down his cup, he stays standing, fingertips barely touching the ribbon on the lid. One of Miko's brothers glides down from the beams. He hovers over the box, sensing Dmitri's hesitation. Darting between the Greek's fingers and the ribbon, he lands on it, hands tracing the box and pretty trim.  "No danger... feels clean, no spells of any sort."

"No card either." he observes. The demifae lifts off the gift as Dmitri opens the box.

A set of earrings lay in black velvet. The blue eyes seem to stare at him and Dmitri sets down the box, removing one of his habitual silver blade earrings. He replaces it with one from the box, after Miko's brother again declares them spell free. He settles the silver earring in the box, closing the lid after plucking a small card from inside the box. He reads it answering Weebit's curiousity about the eyes.

"They are a traditional Greek beads. Evil Eyes are given to loved ones to protect them from, well... evil." His eyes widen as he looks around the Tavern. He hands the card to Guunnar and he reads it to the table.

"Qviet man, accept dis from those who appreciate vat you haff done fur dose on Jansen Street." He looks at Dmitri. "Jansen Street?"

The Greek nods. "Turns out my patrol takes me right through a Greek dominant neighborhood. Jansen Street is the main street."

"So who sent them?"

Dmitri shakes his head, still looking around. "I have no idea."

Finished with his meal, Guunnar dropped to the floor next to Chloe in a graceful heap. The little girl fluttered upwards with open arms. Guunnar caught up in a hug before she began to drop back down.

"Mein Gott! Du flied!"

He huffed through his mustache and tickled her with the bristly hairs. Her laughter brought Absinthe from the rafters to investigate. Noting only Uncle Guunnar, the dragon settled on the back of Pandora's couch to watch. The Tavern Owner's fingertips stroke idly over the scaled neck and Absinthe trills happily.

Chloe captures his cheeks between the palms of her small hands. She glances at her mother and narrows the beam of her thoughts to go only to Guunnar. The image of Pandora holding a baby jumps into his mind. Guunnar glances at Pandora, noting that she seems unaware of her daughter's thoughts.

"Du vant to go see Ruarc again?"

The little girl frown, the jeweled strands of her hair glowing brighter with her concentration. The image stays the same, or nearly. Now the baby's head is covered in jeweled black. Chloe now stands next to her mother, Ob behind them, arms around them all as Absynthe curls along his shoulder.

"Ah... du visht to have bruder... du must tell Mama und Papa, nicht mir."

Chloe sighs and lets her wings stop. She frowns as her hands clench. Tears glitter in her eyes and Guunnar holds her close.

"No more tears, Leibchen. Ich vill speak to dem fur dich. But it ist up to them, ja?"

Chloe points to the floor and Guunnar sets her down. She holds up a ball with cut out shapes and waits for him to dump the shapes on the floor for her. When he does, she picks up pieces and begins to try to fit them in the holes. Guunnar helps her by turning the ball until they find the right hole. It is a game they have played often and she lets the matter of a baby drop.

When Chloe picks up a stuffed toy to play with, Guunnar rises and settles on the couch with Pandora. He grins at her and kisses her cheek.

"Ach like mother, like daughter... du look vorn out. Are du trying fur annudder baby?" At Pandora's surprised look Guunnar laughs. "I haff room under du, vone floor down... I hear bump bump bump..." He grins at the blush that steals across her cheeks. As she starts to speak he laughs. "Ist alright. But if serious, du shouldst take a break. Get vorn out and body vill not agree. Chust make conceiving harder."

The blonde giant kisses her cheek again. "Nanny can vatch Chloe. Patti and Monty run bar very gut... Du get rest. Gargoyle rest vile sun ist high. Du shouldst too. I go see Little Sister and family now, be back soon. Den I take Chloe fur a ride vile you get needed sleep."

He grins at her, then waves. Moments later the man is gone. Pandora blinks, thinking that for such a large man, the Viking moves fast.

His laugh is booming, drawing attention to the booth. People wander over as the two Vikings clasp hands. Tori nudges Weebit out of her chair, taking her place as the little woman slips into the blonde Sidhe's lap. She leans back, crossing her legs.

"I wrestle winner."

There is a pause as both men look at her. Tannr's expression is blank, almost as if not understanding. Guunnar smiles, a slow smile that brings wicked thoughts to mind.

"Du wrestle very vell, Viper." The toe of her boot strikes the giant's thigh and he grimaces. "Ach, du vant make me lose? Da pain... da pain!" He rolls his eyes in mock agony, never losing his grip on Tannr's hand.

"Want some cheese with that whine, Big Man?" Stoney grins as Alise and Laila follow him with the girls. Tomas points at Tannr, then Guunnar.

Ob's voice joins in as he brings his family to watch. "I'll take that bet Tommy. One of my favorite stones against yours." The little boy looks at his uncle and claps.

"Your favorite nephew just bet against you Guunnar. He thinks Erik's brother will beat you."

Chloe's dragon lands on Pandora's shoulder, cocking her head to watch. There is a rumble from Weebit's shoulder, and the fuzzy collar of her top raises its head to inspect the young female. Torks curls his tail closer around Weebit's slender throat, turning his gaze back to the combatants and pointedly ignoring the female.

Keon smiles as he sees Ike stop to talk to Raina and Ky'thyri. The women work their way closer as Monty counts down the start. Guunnar settles his elbow, waiting for the push of Tannr's hand. When it comes, he stiffens his arm, taking it as the other man adds pressure. He begins to frown in concentration as he feels even more pressure coming to bear. Their hands sway back and forth, not much, but enough to show both men are doing more than just testing each other.

The two struggle, each refusing to give. Their concentration is on each other, ignoring the cheering that has started around them. Raina leans over the back of Tannr's bench, leaning forward to watch closely. Ky'thyri leans on the back of Guunnar's. Tannr's strength seems to falter and Guunnar looks up to grin. He catches a glimpse of Raina's breast almost exposed by the press of the bench. He pauses, staring as she takes a breath and Tannr slams the bigger man's hand to the table.

Cheers explode around them, but neither notices. Tannr's gaze is on the Wyldfae as she leans on her folded arms. The pressure has her top stretched so tight it looks about to rip.

"Ob... pay up." Tori laughs "Although I don't think Tannr really won. I give that win to Raina and Ky." She grins at the women. "So... does that mean I get to wrestle the two of you?"

Guunnar tears his eyes away from the luscious delight before him, giving Tori a lecherous grin.

"Only if ve gets to vatch."

The Crossing shimmers as Guunnar and Keon ride through. The stallions have gone no more than three feet when ears lie flat and teeth bare. There is a huff from the brush, and Wolf slips onto the path from beneath the heavy underbrush. After a moment he turns and trots down the path leading to the cottage.

Wolf yips as they emerge from the trees. Tiger lifts his head and looks over his shoulder. His gaze returns to Star and Mera when he is assured it is just more of the family. Lobo races across the clearing, darting under the horses hooves.Guunnar's mount rears, dropping down just as Lobo clears his hind legs. The thudding is close enough to brush the very last hairs of the shaggy tail. The young wolf yelps and darts behind the lazing Cat, peeking back at the Riders. Tiger stretches. His head rolls back, jaws opening in a long lazy grin. Lobo edges slowly over the Tiger's hind feet, eyes on the Riders. The Cat's tail flicks, knocking the pup off his feet. Lobo glares at Tiger and the big cat pointedly ignores him.

Dismounting, the pair head for the porch as the horses step back into the trees and disappear from sight. Lobo races past Wolf toward the trees. Wolf lunges, catching the pup by the scruff of the neck. He trots around the back of the cabin. There is a loud yelp and Lobo darts under the porch to hide. He peeks out as the men mount the steps, ducking back under the stairs as Wolf stretches out in the sunlight.

A shadow drifts across the yard. The large bird that lands on the railing is as black as the shadow it cast. Guunnar turns and calls to the man just jogging into the yard.

"Gut morgen Tannr! Vas a gut run?"

The newcomer slows to a walk and joins them on the porch just as Star opens the door. Guunnar picks her up, spinning in a circle. She swats him, laughing. Keon presses his fingertips into his temple.

"Oye Guunnar, a little quieter, twould be nice."

Guunnar whispers to to Star, much louder than necessary.

"Keon and mead do not blend vell."

Daggers of light pierce his closed lids with extreme prejudice. Keon groans and forces his body to move. It takes a few moments before the room steadies and he can stand without feeling the world tilt. He feels the floor shift and stumbles. He grabs the curtains for support and yanks them closed.

A rumble behind him has Keon slowly turning his head. Guunnar leans against the door jamb, grinning. The Dark Fae growls softly, then drops his head into his hands with a muffled groan. Sliding down the wall, he sits gingerly and rests his arms on his knees, head bowed. He mutters, words unintelligible.

"Vas?"

Keon raises his head and stares with bleary eyes at the bigger man. His words are soft, just above a croak.

"I am supposed to help Erik today."

Guunnar crosses his arms over his massive chest. He laughs, causing Keon to close his eyes against the sound.

"Ich dankt dat ist nicht happening mit du in dat shape."

Keon pushes his way up the wall. One step at a time, he forces himself past his friend and into the small galley. Grabbing a large mug, he fills it with hot water and puts together a small bag of herbs. As the bag steeps, Keon places his hands over the mug and chants. The small bundle finds itself in the sink. Eyes closed, Keon drinks it, swallowing until there is nothing left in the mug. He braces his hands on the table and waits, counting slowly.

He surges to his feet and moves to the stairs topside. Guunnar bars his way.

"Keon."

The Dark Lord looks up, swaying as he looks even higher to meet Guunnar's eyes. His vision swims and he struggles to keep his balance. Goddess help me with the well-intentioned. He moves around the Viking but Guunnar steps in front of him again.

"Keon."

The Fae sighs, ear tips twitching in annoyance.

"What?"

Guunnar raises a bushy brow. "Du fergit sumtink?"

Glancing past Gunnar, Keon squints at the bright sunlight. He grabs his sunglasses from the counter and slides them over his eyes. Guunnar heaves a sighs and blocks the exit.

"Dat ist a gut idea, but not vat I meant."

Keon lowers the glasses, looking over the rim. "Not into games Guunnar. Just tell me."

Guunnar licks his lip. trying not to laugh. "I vas tinking... du vant to put clothes on?"

Keon looks down slowly. It takes a few minutes to register his state of undress.

Without a word, he turns on his heel and strides to the bedroom. Bending over an open drawer, he hears Guunnar's chuckle. "Odin's balls..."

"Don't go there Guunnar." Keon throws a pair of jeans on the bed and rummages for a shirt.

"Yur built gut for a little man."

"Guunnar..." Keon throws the shirt on the bed with the jeans.

"Chust don't tink Erik vould vant Star to..."

Keon slams the door in the giant's laughing face. The Viking calls through the door.

"Ich bin chust saying!"

Laughing, Guunnar heads to the deck to await his friend.

Patti arrives at the table toting a clay jug. She plops it down and sets a glass beside it. A large hand reaches past her and sloshes mead into the glass. It slams it down in front of Tannr.

"Mein Bruder, Little Sister..."

Guunnar leans down and kisses the top of Star's head, tugging an earpoint as he grips Erik's hand. His blue eyes slowly look Tannr up and down, sizing him up. His bushy moustache puffs as he blows out a breath and slowly nods. "Beautiful Raina, annudder uff yours?" he doesn't wait for an answer. "Trink boy. Ve see if du hast stomach fur true fire."

Tannr tosses the glassful back as if it were water and slams the glass on the tabletop. He meets Guunnar with a steady gaze.

"Canst du fight? Erik a'most beat me vonce. Raina..." He grins at her. "Ach, du canst beat me anytime." He winks at Nick and the Fae. "Vat du name boy." he thumps his fist into his chest. "Ich bin Guunnar, brother to Star and Erik."

Ky grins at the big man. "You're drunk."

The giant laughs. It booms from deep, making heads turn,. "Nicht yetz little vone, but I vork on it."

The Tavern door opens on boisterous laughter. Several young people enter, followed by the large form of Guunnar. He bumps shoulders with Jeb, waves to the group as they find a table, and heads to the bar. Halfway there he spies the twins. The Viking bends over Laila and frowns at Tomas. The little boy scrunches up his face and glares at Guunnar. A low growl rumbles in Guunnar's chest, and Tomas snarls back. Tara peeks around Raina's neck and echoes her brother. Guunnar huffs, puffing out his mustache. The twins giggle, Tara covering her face with her hands. Tomas grabs a fist full of mustache and yanks. Guunnar winces, disentagling the little boy's hand.

"Ach Leetle Varrior, du vill vone day haff your own. Leaf mine vere it ist, ja? Unca Guunnar ask vhy du still up? Shouldst not leetle vones be abed?" He turns to Chloe. "Dat go fur du too." He bends close and kisses her nose. He grins at their parents. "I take dem up." He gives the families an innocent face, making Star and Alise laugh.

Keon's dry voice drifts from behind the big man's bulk. "I nae think that is a good idea, mate." He takes Mera from Star's arms to kiss her, handing his daughter back to Star. "Besides, an ye not be riling up the bairns, ye be hitting on the Nanny. I think ye best be letting their parents be taking them up."

Guunnar winks at the women. "Ach ist gut enuff. Dere are lovely ladies here as vell. And who ist dis?" He takes Thea's hand and kisses the fingers tips. "I am Guunnar... and du... are beautiful."

Keon slides a plateful of eggs across the table to Guunnar. A plate of bacon follows. Keon sits to his own simple breakfast.

"When did Dmitri leave?"

Guunnar looks up from shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth. After a moment he swallows and wipes bits of egg from his mustache. "Chust before I kum here. Assignment vas in Greece. Seems somevone ist "making statues." Gorgon suspected, but any spellcaster mit a good amount of knowledge could copy effects."

He pushes his eggs around on his plate. "I uffer to go, but the Hunt Lord vant somevone looks native. He say I not gut choice. I tell him Ramji vill be vanting time fur personal. He say he know. I check mit Ramji ven ve done eating. Dis ist gut."

Guunnar looks up, then reaches into his pocket. Raising a bushy blonde brow at Keon, he answers his phone. "Ram... Vas ist los? Ach no. Dmitri take run dis morning. Lord Herne, He already know you take time." The big man shrugs and Keon shakes his head. "He ist Herne, Lord uf Hunt. How He know anytink? He chust knows."

After a moment, Guunnar puts it in his pocket again. Keon raises his glass of juice and swirls the red liquid. "I say we visit Rowan's house, see how Miss Laila is doing? Then swing by Erik and Star's. We could use yer strength, mate."

Guunnar flexes his biceps. "Ja, du bist not eqval to Viking strength. Erik out building du?"

"Nay Lad. Just need someone with the strength of Atlas to lift the boards up to us. Will save hoisting it. If we had you up on the roof, ye would cave it in."

Keon hides a grin behind the rim of his glass as Guunnar rocks the houseboat with his laughter.


Little One woke long before the child... listening to the sounds of the tavern stirring; deciding that all the sounds were normal, and of no harm to her small charge.

She felt the child stirring and she dipped her head down and did her trilling little sound into Chloe's ear. Chloe opened her eyes and smiled at the little dragon. She reached a hand out,and rather than grabbing as many children are wont to do... she seemed to know that it was necessary to be soft and gentle with her new companion. Chloe brushed the dragon's neck and Little One rubbed against her... she was overwhelmed with a feeling of love for this small child; a sense that the child was kin to her, and she must help her grow to fulfill her potential.

Pandora opened the door to find the child and dragon close together; obvious that they had bonded already."Ready to greet the day, you two sleepyheads?"... Pandora laughed as the little dragon shot up into the air doing several tumbling maneuvers before landing on her shoulder... looking down to see Chloe's excited laughter. Pandora picked her daughter up and Little One perched on the crib edge while Pandora changed her and picked out clothes for the day.

Soon they were heading down to breakfast.. .the aroma coming up the stairs to make her mouth water. Monty had food ready as usual... including a small copper platter with assorted diced up fruits for the Little Dragon... "I was told she was raised on a mostly vegetarian diet; we'll throw in cheese and other tidbits at her next meal." The little dragon went right to eating;as she observed Pandora and Chloe doing the same.

Traeger walked in during their meal and was instantly taken with the small dragon... "Where did she come from, Pandy?" Pandora told him of Ob's gift from the Fae kingdom and he reached out to greet the dragon. First she lifted her wings... fanning them out to intimidate him; then deciding he was family she took a step forward and licked his extended fingers... at Traeger's delighted laugh she flew on his shoulder where he proceeded to stroke her neck and head.

"This little creature will be with us for all our lives, I think I should work on a few things to make her feel at home. I noticed Tork likes to perch high where he can watch the room... I think I'll make this little princess a perch so she has a place to call her own... just as Chloe has her chair"...he tickled Chloe under her chin and watched her chuckle. The trio passed a happy hour playing with the dragon; and she knew now that she was HOME...

Blonde hair splayed across the bed, Guunnar opens his eyes with a groan. Tori stares down at him, Her hazel eyes have gone paler, almost yellow. He groans as she slowly rocks. Her fiery red hair is plastered to her forehead, while spikes stand up like little flames around her pixyish face.

"I hear that Vikings get their stamina from the Thunder God." There is a husky purr to her voice. Guunnar thrusts hard and she throws her head back, panting. "Yeeeeeeeessssss, Oh Gods. Yeeeesssssss."

Massive arms encircle her and Guunnar rolls, trapping the Viper beneath him. Her legs snake up his chest, ankles locking behind his neck. With that little extra lift to her bottom, Guunnar drives himself home, making her buck and writhe beneath him. Her nails rake along his biceps as she screams. Tori hits a peak, body stiffening, inner muscles convulsing around him. Guunnar pauses, sunk deep. As she starts to relax, he slams into her again, changing his position slightly to fill her a different way. She makes inarticulate noises, lost in the pleasure.

Guunnar leans over her, bending her almost in half. Pistoning deep and hard, he growls.

"Du asked about stamina? Here ist proof I am true son of Thor."

Hard and fast, Guunnar fucks her through another orgasm. His thumb finds her clit and adds pressure. Tori bucks hard and Guunnar smiles. She begins to beg, wanting hard and deep again, and Guunnar withdraws. She moans in disappointment, only to whimper as he brushes the ends of his mustache across her abused slit. His lips find her clit and he pulls, teeth scraping lightly. Tori bucks, trying to raise her pussy to his mouth. His large hands easily control her, keeping her from taking over. Tongue, lips, and teeth tease and nibble, bringing her again. As she begins to cum, Guunnar stands and flips her over. His cock forces its way into her as her muscles clamp down. Guunnar groans, the tightness too much.Her slick cunt loosens just a little and he hammers in, three, four thrusts hitting deep, and he explodes.

The Viking holds her to him, taking her from behind until he cannot stand the feeling of her tight sheathe gliding along his shaft. Leaning over her, Guunnar can feel every twitch of both his cock and her pussy. One arm tight around her waist, the Viking waits for her to catch her breath.

"Ohhhh damn......"

Guunnar grins as Tori turns her head and sucks the tip of his mustache with a purr. She licks her lips. "You taste like me, big man."

He rocks his hips, bringing a whimper from her. "Considered yourself pillaged."

She laughs, her body's movements bringing a shudder from him. "Babe... I think I've been riding the Thunder." She pauses a moment, then moans. "Good thing stone sleeps heals things, or I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow."

Guunnar reaches beneath her and strokes through the wetness of her sex. She moans, muscles snapping tight around his slowly softening cock. he begins to play with her clit, holding her in place, until she is shuddering with another orgasm. Her sheathe convulses around his, forcing him out. She collapses on the bed.

Guunnar slowly drops to his knees, licking along the small of her back. His words over the damp skin makes her shudder. "Had enuff? Let's see... against the hallvay door, against vall by door, over end uff bed, on bed riding me, on bed under me, licked, sucked, fucked... Du vant more?"

Her voice is shaky, panting. "Oh Gods... not right now."

Guunnar laughs, his normal booming voice subdued. "Gut. I not sure Hammer can rise to occasion again."

"Foood..."

Guunnar digs into a large plate of steak and eggs. Dmitri watches, astounded at the man's constitution. Ramji hooks out a chair and lowers himself slowly, eyes glued to the big man as he tucks the food away. His eyes meet Dmitri's and they begin to laugh.

"Vat?"

Dmitri points taps his mouth, miming brushing at a mustache. Guunnar frowns, brushing at his own.

"Vat? Sumtink still dere?"

Ramji hands the man a napkin. He laughs as Guunnar just stares at the paper.

"Guunnar... steak sauce." The Viking wipes his mouth as Ike puts a plate of fruit on the table. Dmitri shakes his head, asking Ike to bring him a coffee and one of Monty's beef pies. Ramji snags a roll and slowly tears it apart. Ike puts Dmitri's cup before him and slides Ramji a glass of juice. He smiles his thanks and sips it slowly, watching the door.

"It is too early for them."

Ike's words are a mere whisper as she moves past him. His eyes follow her as she makes her way back through the regulars. Monty greets her with a kiss and she tugs his hair affectionately. He looks back at the door.

"Ramji."

The Rider looks to the Viking.

"Du are getting lost, Little brother." Ramji frowns. "Until he does something to break their contract, there is notink ve can do t..."

"No, Guunnar, no."

Ramji glances at the shadows. watching for red eyes. "No Guunnar. You don't understand. I offer..." He stops, not sure exactly what he was going to say. "I offer somewhere to go if she chooses..."

Red eyes blink from the shadows. He waits, but moments later Keon steps into the room and joins them at the table. Disappointment shimmers and is quickly hidden.

"Ach, I see ye are feeling no pain, Guunnar."

He snags a plate and fills it with food. Ike brings him coffee and leans close to whisper in his ear. Keon's head comes up,eyes sad. "Tonight?" At Ike's nod, he sighs. "Does Twillon know?"

Ike shakes her head. "Twillon and Weebit just got back from her treatment. He took her upstairs to rest." She gathers empty dishes and heads back for the bar.

"Vat?"

"Torrent leaves tonight. Grace's apartment is cleared out and he is heading back to the Fae realm."