Hot. Too hot. Still half asleep, I sent cooling air over my body. It took me another minute to realize why I was so hot. Two male bodies pressed into me from either side.

Laying slightly on my right side, Loki was behind me, left arm wrapped around and holding my breast, with his cock hard against my ass. A pretty common sleeping position for us, I was almost laying back on him.

In contrast, Elatha was on my right, lying on his left, with his face nestled against my armpit and breast. Every time he exhaled, his breath tickled my nipple. It had me craving a firmer touch on the tight peak. Right leg bent, his thigh was tucked between my legs and pressed against my core. His right arm was thrown over not just me, but Loki as well.

It made for an interesting tangle of limbs. 

If I wasn't so hot from the body heat they were radiating at me, I'd have settled down to go back to sleep. But Elatha's cock was a rigid black bar against my paler thigh and Loki's taunted me from behind. After months of dreams and fantasies, gods, I wanted both. Just having them together and surrounding me like this built the restless yearning within me, and I had to fight not to squirm.

If I just woke them, Loki would take over and wasn't likely to share me with Elatha. To get what I wanted, I needed a strategy.

Perhaps if I kept Loki busy.

Carefully, I tapped Elatha's cheek and put my finger to my lips when he blinked his eyes awake. He cocked his head curiously, but nodded, then captured my nipple in his mouth. Sucking hard, he had me almost moaning as the lightning sensation coiled heat within my abdomen. At the last second, I bit my lip and strangled the sound. Letting go, he grinned in a flash of white teeth.

I frowned and pushed his leg away slowly. Lifting Loki's hand from my breast allowed me to roll free and shift downward. Loki blinked, coming awake, but I didn't give him time and plunged my mouth over his rigid flesh until he hit the back of my throat. Gods, I'd missed his taste. It had me humming.

"Norns, Shannon! What a wake-up," he exclaimed, hips jerking.

Even as I focused on swallowing him deeper and his hands clenched in my hair to direct my pace and depth, I crooked a finger at Elatha through my legs. With my head down on Loki's cock and my ass up, the invitation was clear.

Not needing a second clue, Elatha's tongue found my core and started to delve. With thorough skill, he had me moaning and orgasming at the same time I brought Loki to completion.

"Damn. I always love your moans, Shannon, but moaning while my cock is buried in that little throat of yours is fucking amazing," Loki growled after I lifted my mouth off him to catch my breath.

He kissed me, then looked behind me. "What are you waiting for, Elatha? She and I both loved how you made her moan. Fuck her with that beautiful cock and get her moaning some more."

"Just making sure it's okay with you, because if not, I'll keep eating her for breakfast," Elatha said, meeting Loki's gaze.

An amused grin twitched on Loki's lips. "Fuck her, fill her, then eat her again." Lowering his head to under my chest, Loki sucked a nipple in his mouth and reached a hand to tease my clit.

It had me writhing, and Elatha didn't hesitate, driving his cock in to the hilt with the jolting impact of his hips meeting mine.

"FUCK!" Between the two of them, my body was in heaven. Panting and screaming, I orgasmed several times before Elatha did. His seemed to be extra powerful and when I hung my head to see between my legs, Loki's hand had moved from my clit to Elatha's balls.

My eyes met Loki's, and he winked, just as Elatha jerked again. He was groaning with a second orgasm. I leaned down to kiss Loki, then whispered, "You'll have to teach me whatever you just did."

"Of course, darling." He scooted out and rose to his knees to grip my hair at my nape. "But first, when Elatha recovers to make you moan some more, I'm going to fuck this little mouth of yours again."

Which he did, much to our mutual enjoyment.

With a quick wash that involved more than one pair of groping hands on my body, we cleaned up and dressed. Everything else was packed, so we were ready to leave once my uncle showed up.

Mist, Kara, and Elada joined us for breakfast within minutes of hearing us emerge from our room.

Mist looked at each of us and smirked. "So, how was the orgy?"

I rolled my eyes at her, shaking my head.

"What? You couldn't hear us over you and Manannan?" retorted Elatha.

My lips twitched as my gaze met Loki's. He arched an eyebrow and nodded approvingly at Elatha's comeback.

Kara burst out laughing at Mist's scowl. I didn't know what had happened, but something had soured the budding relationship, and Mist wanted nothing to do with Manannan now.

A knock sounded at the door and Kara answered it. "He says he's your great uncle?" She turned to get verification from me before letting him in.

"Yes. Goibhniu," I confirmed.

She nodded and stepped aside to let him come in.

I introduced him to the others, and he paused when he met Loki. Eying him carefully, he said, "I understand we have some dwarven friends in common. Eitri and Brokkr."

Loki inclined his head politely. "Indeed we do."

"And you've forged weapons as well?" Goibhniu asked, still peering intently at Loki.

"Amongst other things," Loki said with a small smile.

Goibhniu's eyebrows lowered slightly as his lips pursed. "Anything you'd be willing to show me?"

Loki tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "Perhaps. Why do you want to see something I've created?"

Goibhniu shifted on his feet, his big hands fidgeting with his shirt cuffs. "I've created weapons for Shannon, but with her needing to leave right away, I can't incorporate everything I'd like to. I want to know you are able to complete the work, so I'm sure she is well defended against the creatures of Annwn. If not, then I'm going to try to convince her to wait another day so that I can finish the weapons."

"In that case..." Loki held out his hand in a way I recognized, and Laevateinn appeared moments later. I'd never seen it out of its scabbard from where it resided in the weapons cabinet in our rooms on Asgard. Runes glowed black along the silver blade until he shifted to holding it by tip and pommel.

Goibhniu leaned over Loki's hands but didn't touch the sword. "Are those Annwn death runes?" he asked.

"Yes. I made it with Hela's assistance. There isn't anything alive or undead that this blade can't kill," Loki said, clear pride in his voice.

"Exquisite craftmanship. This must have taken a long time and energy," Goibhniu said, looking up at Loki from his position bent over the blade.

"It did, yes." With a wave of black, Laevateinn disappeared. "But I've also crafted things for Shannon."

I wasn't sure if he wanted to show my illusion ring or my torc. He hadn't mentioned any special abilities to my engagement ring. At times like this, the inability to talk mind-to-mind was annoying.

Loki reached up to touch my torc and my armour and weapons appeared.

"Oh that's nice!" Goibhniu said, eyes widening. "It's keyed to her?"

"Both of us," Loki said. "So that I can add upgrades when I think of them. It responds to her thought, changing her clothes, armour, and replenishing her weapons as needed."

"Excellent. I have no worries you'll be able to finish what I've created for her." Goibhniu stepped to the door and a satchel I hadn't noticed him bring inside. Reaching in, he pulled out two beautiful sais. Silver, with blue inscriptions along the blade and a blue spiralled grip on the pommels. Sharp, these sais would both cut and parry.

"They're gorgeous, Uncle," I said, hands itching to try them out.

"They need to be infused with your essence so that you can call them to you if they were to be knocked out of your hand or you needed to throw them for some reason. Since Eitri and Brokkr helped me with the initial forging, the inscriptions give the blades the strength of a much larger weapon, and you can channel any offensive abilities through the weapons if you'd like to." Goibhniu turned the sais and handed them to me, hilt first.

"That's amazing," I told him, unable to tear my eyes from the gorgeous weapons.

Goibhniu turned to Loki. "If you have the ability to put Annwn runes on the blades for her, Loki, that would allow the blades to cut through defence energies. They are already strong enough to kill anything in the Wild Hunt, so some of the undead creatures will also be susceptible."

"Yes, I can manage both of those things for her," Loki said, smiling as he trailed a finger down one of the blades as I held them. "You've crafted beautiful weapons. Thank you."

Goibhniu's lips lifted in pleasure, his eyes lighting. "Thank you. Knowing she also uses throwing knives, I made these..." He leaned down and pulled out two straps of silver throwing knives from the bag. Similar to the sais, they were covered in blue scrollwork inscription.

Loki took them from Goibhniu's outstretched hand and examined them. "You've given these strength and a permanent edge. What's this other rune?" He pointed at one near the hilt.

"She can use her elemental abilities to make them invisible, and you can infuse them with her essence so they will return to their sheaths, or her hand, as need be," Goibhniu said proudly.

Loki's eyebrows raised. "That's impressive. Will the metal hold Annwn runes as well?"

Goibhniu smiled. "Yes. The sais and knives all come from the same metal that Eitri, Brokkr, and I forged together. It resonates across multiple dimensions, including that of Annwn."

"Bor's beard, that's really impressive. It means I won't have to wait until we reach Helheim to add the runes." Loki smiled and bowed. "We appreciate the effort, energy, and intent of these gifts."

It sounded like some kind of formal thank you I hadn't learned. Damn it. I wanted our mental communication back.

Goibhniu inclined his head and handed the straps of knives to Loki.

"Thank you, Uncle. Is it okay to hug you?" I asked. Elven customs were weird. Under some circumstances, touching—even groping—was okay, and blatant sex was expected. In other circumstances, it was considered offensive to touch. I definitely didn't have it figured out yet, despite Maeve answering my questions as fast as I thought of them.

Goibhniu's face lit up, smile widening, and he opened his arms. It was like hugging a big teddy bear that smelled of hot metal and heat. I snuggled in, tucking my head into the shoulder of his much larger body.

"Do come see me when you return from your quest, okay? Take care of yourself, niece. I'd like to hear your stories," he said as he released me, picked up his bag, and stepped to the door.

Maeve and Manannan arrived just as Goibhniu was leaving.

"Ready?" asked Maeve, eying my new weapons with approval.

I looked around, seeing Elatha had brought our backpacks out from the bedroom. Elada seemed to be ready, leaning against a wall with Kara rolling her eyes at whatever he was saying to her. With her bow and quiver already on her back, I knew she was ready. Mist also had both her long and short swords strapped on, but was busy glaring at Manannan, arms crossed over her chest. Interestingly, Manannan was looking everywhere but at Mist's death gaze. Hopefully, I'd get a chance to pull Mist aside to find out what had disrupted the budding romance.

My eyes met Loki's, and he tucked the throwing knives away.

"Hey!" I complained, reaching for them.

"Just until I get them imbued. I wouldn't want you to lose them," he explained, a little twist of his lips giving away his amusement. "Darling, I'm not taking them away from you. I trust you won't throw your sais until I get those imbued?"

His raised eyebrow had me grumbling under my breath as I slid the sais into the sheaths on my thighs. "Yes, we're ready," I told Maeve, and followed her out the door.