One early autumn evening, Isis was strolling through an enchanted forest in Trondheim. She was lost on her way to visit a friend in a village near Lavollen when she made a wrong turn and found herself surrounded by some of the tallest trees she'd ever seen. She began to feel hopeless when she reached a large river after trekking through the forest for what seemed like hours. The sun was starting to set and she was exhausted. She tossed her bag down next to her as she plopped down on a large rock to try to figure out what to do. As she looked around the river bank, she saw huge mushrooms and plants adorning the large trees that framed the river.
"Geez, everything grows so large around here…" Isis moved to the edge of the river and cupped her hands to wash her face when she heard a voice coming from behind her.
"Are you lost?" She turned to see a tall, pale skinned man wearing dark green pants that looked worn at the bottom and a dingy white shirt that looked as if it were struggling to cover his massive body.
"Umm….I think I am…" Isis stood up from the riverbank to try and lessen the obvious height gap between them. She took out her map and showed it to the man, pointing at her destination. "I'm coming from Rye and I thought I'd be in Lavollen by now." The man seemed to be smelling her as he bent down to get a closer look at the map.
"You're in the Freyja forest in Bymarka. Lavollen is about 3 miles Northeast from here." Just as the man pointed across the river, the sudden crack of thunder made Isis jump and rain began to pounce on the two of them and a few other people Isis had just noticed were standing at the riverbank as well. "Come with me!" The giant man threw the sack containing the fish he caught that day over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around Isis dragging her back into the forest.
They reached a tree that was even bigger than the other massive trees around them. There was a doorway that seemed to be covered by a sheet of some type of animal skin. He quickly pushed the skin aside and pulled Isis inside, out of the rain. She looked around at the inside of the tree that he had turned into a small cabin in amazement as he placed the sack of fish on a wooden table tucked in the corner. In the center of the dwelling was a stone fire pit. She ran her finger along the inside of the large tree, checking everything out until she felt the giant stranger's eyes on her.
"I could tell right away that you're not from around here…My name is Rowan." His face appeared to be stoic and half of it was buried under a long, bright red beard. A slight smile spread across Isis's face as she studied his cleanly shaven head and slightly pointed ears. She shook her head to break her daze and extended her hand to him.
"My name is Isis…and you're right, I'm not from around here." After shaking Isis's hand, Rowan put some wood in the fire pit and lit it, creating a warm glow inside the tree that he called home. Rowan appeared to be trying to keep from looking at Isis as he kept himself busy cleaning the fish he had just caught.
"I know you don't know me, but I think it might be best to find shelter for the night and continue your journey in the morning. You're more than welcome to stay here. I caught enough fish for two…" Rowan was skillfully cleaning the fish with his knife and it turned Isis on to see how talented he was with his hands. She giggled and wiped her face before taking a closer look at the fish. They were easily the biggest Salmon she'd ever seen. She was starting to feel like a dwarf in this forest. The trees were at least three times the height and width of average trees, the flowers and mushrooms were abnormally big, the fish even look as if they had been genetically modified. Then there was the matter of the man who rescued her from the thunderstorm that was still raging outside. He had to be close to 7 ft tall. Unable to holster her bewilderment for a moment longer, Isis put her hand on Rowan's arm to get his attention.
"What's going on with this forest?! Big trees, plants, fish and…men…" She realized she still had her hand on his arm and she was inadvertently giving his muscular arm a slight squeeze. For the first time since she laid eyes on him, he appeared to be smiling through his unruly beard.
"This forest is called the Freyja forest after the Nordic Goddess of fertility, battle and…love…" Rowan seemed a bit uncomfortable as he mentioned the word "love", but he continued his explanation. "She has blessed us to be able to grow from this earth the most abundant plant life, and the salmon seem to get bigger every year." As he finished cleaning the fish he prepared to cook them over the fire. Isis joined him in sitting by the fire, hanging on his every word. "Our village has seen its fair share of battle over the past several hundred years. Because we continue to fight to maintain the honor of our village and the forest bearing the name of Freyja, she continues to provide us with all of our hearts' desires."
Isis, who had been sitting by the fire across from Rowan, still had her wrap tied tightly around her head and body. As the storm raged on outside, the fire was making it quite toasty inside of the tree. She took the wrap from her head, leaving it to fall around her shoulders, and let her soft Auburn hair frame her face.
"You spoke about the fertility of your forest, and the battle, but what about Freyja's other domain…love." As she asked her question, Rowan looked up to see the bundled up stranger whose eyes he had fought to keep from getting lost in, looking across the fire at him and stirring some strong emotions. He removed some of the fish from the fire and took it over to the table in the corner, thankfully getting away from her gaze.
"Where are you from?" He dodged her question about love and Isis just laughed it off.
"I just moved to a village just outside of Oslo, but I'm originally from Somalia." His head snapped in her direction.
"You've come so far! Aren't you afraid of travelling such a long distance alone?!"
"No…" Isis laughed as she unraveled the rest of her wrap revealing the pretty silk ensemble she was wearing underneath the layers she had on in order to stay warm. The beautiful scent Rowan smelled on her when he first met her was magnified in the small space of the cabin. "My mother is from Somalia and my father is Egyptian. We came to Oslo as a family and I told them I was hungry for adventure. I'm not the type to settle down in a boring town, doing a boring job for the rest of my life. I need to feel alive!" Isis walked to the door of the cabin watching the rain refresh and replenish all of the enormous vegetation that surrounded them. The wind blew the animal skin barrier and some of the rain blew into the cabin, wetting the front of Isis's silk outfit and slightly exposing her hardened nipples. Rowan was temporarily consumed with the thought of taking her nipples into his mouth. He was so dazed by the image of the silk clinging to Isis's body that he accidentally burned the last two fish he was cooking. He whisked it off the fire and quickly chucked it out into the rain where the errant flames were doused immediately.
"I'm sorry…I have some vegetables to go with the fish and I planned to pick some berries." Rowan was visibly upset with himself.
"Its fine, Rowan. There's plenty of food. We'll be fine." She put her hand on his arm again and they both felt a bit of a spark.
"Uhh….I'm gonna go pick the berries. I'll be right back." Rowan tore through the animal skin sheet before Isis could demand he stay in out of the rain instead of picking berries.
Several minutes later, Rowan returned carrying some large berries in his shirt. He was soaked and Isis looked at him with pity as she took the berries and placed them on table.
"You're soaked! You need to get out of those wet clothes." As Isis took the berries from Rowan's shirt, she caught a glimpse of a large cylindrical imprint in his pants. She looked at it skeptically because it went well below his pocket. She mentally slapped herself out of the thought that this could've been his dick imprint. "I can finish dinner." Isis didn't give him a chance to protest. She began putting the berries on a plate that Rowan had carved out of wood.
"I'm fine. I'll just sit by the fire to dry off." Rowan rubbed his hands over the fire as he watched Isis from behind, plating the food. It had been a very long time since he had a woman who wanted to take care of him.
She brought the large plate over to Rowan and sat on a rock holding the plate in between them. They ate the fish and fresh vegetables, saving the berries for last. Like everything else in the forest, the berries were huge. They looked like cherries, but they were about 4 times bigger.
"I don't even know how to begin to eat this!" Isis laughed as she tried to palm the fruit. For the second time, a smile spread across Rowan's face as he ripped the plum sized fruit in half and tore a small piece off before extending it to Isis. Instead of taking it with her hand, she opened her mouth and allowed him to feed it to her. He looked uncomfortable as the sweet, red flesh of the berry disappeared into her mouth, leaving a trace of juice on her lips in the form a slight red stain. "This is delicious!" He couldn't fight the urge to smile as he looked at her deep brown skin illuminated by the fire. She giggled and emanated such a contagiously vibrant joy that he simply couldn't fight it.
"They're called Gnott berries. Gnott means abundance in old norse." He tore off another little piece and fed it to her. This time his finger accidentally stroked her soft, berry stained lips. He pulled away, even though he wanted to caress her face and kiss her more than anything. "The rain stopped…" Rowan tried to quickly diffuse the situation by putting the plate on the table in the corner and walking to the door to get some fresh air. Isis joined him at the door to see the way the moon cut through the trees.
"It's so beautiful here…" Isis slid in front of him to gain a better position at the door. He looked down and chuckled to himself at the fact that she was nearly half his size.
"Come with me…I want to show you something." He fully opened the animal skin and allowed her to walk through before leading her down the long path back to the same riverbank they met at early that day.
Once they reached the riverbank, Isis looked up in amazement at the stars and the moon that appeared to be close enough to touch. Her obvious excitement made Rowan smile. With her head turned towards the sky, she accidentally backed into him. He wanted to step back, but he didn't. They stood with their bodies touching as he felt himself getting hard. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and bury his face in her neck to smell her sweet, exotic perfume, but he refrained. After several seconds, he backed away and readjusted his pants.
"You should get to bed if you wanna make the trek to Lavollen early tomorrow morning." He turned and started walking back towards his tree, and Isis disappointedly followed.
Once they got back to the tree, Rowan set Isis up in the nook that he used for his bedroom. The bed was stuffed with leaves and surprisingly soft. She crawled into bed secretly hoping he would be laying with her, but he made a palette for himself by the door.
"If you need anything, just wake me up." He walked over put out the fire leaving them to lay in total darkness and silence. Isis could feel the sexual tension in the room and she laid there rubbing her legs together wishing he would pick up on her telepathic message. After several minutes of lying there trying to cool herself down, Isis heard what appeared to be light grunting coming from across the room. Hearing the sounds of aggressive friction, she knew that the sexual tension had gotten the best of Rowan too. As she listened to him try to keep his moaning down, she ran her fingers between her legs and let out an unexpected whimper of her own. Knowing that she was touching herself and probably imagining it was him, turned Rowan on even more. She could hear him stroking faster and releasing a long, erratically pulsated breath. Isis smiled to herself as she thought about what it would be like to be with her new giant friend. She could only hope that she would find out before she made her journey to Lavollen.
