Pledging with God [Norse Mythology]

"do not come!"

The man ruthlessly shook off Hainier's hand that was reaching out to support him, perhaps with too much force, and even pushed Hainier, who had just come out of the cold water and was still shaking unsteadily, into the rose bush next to him.

"Ah!" The weightless fall made Hainier suddenly exclaim in pain, and Baldr's body seemed overwhelmed, as he fell down, he was almost crushed on Hainier's body.

The more colorful the rose corolla bloomed in the wind, the sharper the thorns on the rhizome below were, and they were mercilessly piercing into the skin of the two of them.

However, Baldr didn't care about these things. At this time, he was having an ideological contest with the man in his heart who was roaring and struggling to get out.

With the experience of the last two times, Balder knew that this time he had to stop that guy when he was about to come out. He tried his best, his head was hurting, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

"Go back, you go back for me." The trembling words came out from the man's lips, and obsidian light flashed in his golden eyes.

"Balder, you...what's the matter with you?" Heinir supported Balder who was pressing on him and was sweating frequently, and the shock had already made him fully awake.

"Honey, I'm fine~" The man's tone rose slightly, and he said it in a playful tone, and tightly grasped Heinier's hands on his chest.

Tonight, Yuehua did not restrain his light, and the bright and silvery moonlight scattered, reflecting on the man's long hair that was changing from golden to dark.

"You...you are Holder?" The person in front of him instantly showed his familiar bad smile, Hainier's eyes widened in horror, but his heart was filled with joy, like a wronged little pet He hugged the man's neck tightly.

"Let go, Heinir."

Before Hainier had time to vent his inner emotions, he heard a voice as cold as water rang from his ears again.Hainier was thrilled by the sound, and let go instantly, as if it was just an illusion, the person in front of him was still the cold Baldr.

He had a feeling of being tricked, and the sourness in his heart rushed upwards, as if it was about to turn into tears, but Heinier finally controlled it.

No matter which one it was, Balder or Holder, he just didn't want to reveal his fragility and feelings for them in front of that person.

"Enough!" He shouted, no matter what the thorns and thorns were, he crawled and stood up from the rose bush, but the person behind him hugged his waist.

"No...don't go...wait for me..." The weak and painful voice came out of the man's mouth while he was going through the battle.

Hainier didn't look back, his whole body was still dripping with water, the cold wind blew through and brought a rush of water, the wounds all over his body got water, bringing indescribable stinging pain.

But he stood up straight like this, letting the God of Light hold his waist, and even pressed his head tightly against it, as if he could lend that person the strength to overcome.

For a long time, they kept standing in this posture, accompanied by the bright white moonlight, and the broken limbs of the ravaged roses.

Until Heinil felt that the strength that was about to strangle his waist finally eased, he opened his eyes and glanced at the muddy land exuding the intoxicating aroma of rose corpses.

The swirling hair that has been contaminated with the breath of the earth has become completely black and shiny. After this intoxicating night, a smile finally appeared on Hainier's lips.

He turned around, looked at the man clinging to his waist and shouted, "Holder..."

"Hainil..." The latter raised his face, staring at Heinil's red face with bright eyes.

However, the next moment, the man suddenly stood up and threw Heinier heavily between the rose bushes, his two lips pressed together tightly.

The larger red flowers were overwhelmed, and the beautiful fragrance and piercing thorns pierced Heinil's body together, just like pain and intoxication hit his mind together.

The fiery attack, the unspeakable nostalgia, the rolling fragrance, wished to devour the other party, as if the two of them had completely merged into one, this inseparable kiss made him suffocate.

It took a long time before Holder let go of the limp Heinir who had been kissed.He propped himself up, and condescendingly looked at the people below him, the wet skirt outlined his body, the looming feeling was worse than Heinir not wearing anything.

His long curly hair is messy, surrounded by red rose petals and green leaves, the blush between his cheeks, and his chest panting violently, is youthful with fatal temptation.

He wanted, wanted more, wanted to see the eyes that were fascinated by himself, the body that trembled because of himself, and the tears left by crying because of the inability to stop.