020. Virtuous
Characters: Siegfried mainly…and Hilda.
Word Count: 456
Warning: A bit of sex imagery around here.

He would've wanted the world to see her. To observe her as she was being attended by those lesser priestess. Siegfried could even imagine Fhler's face, her eyes would probably be locked on her sister and the lust that flickered in her eyes at that very moment. What would the younger Valkyrie say or think about her older sister, he wondered.

The man was marvelled at the sight of the woman being covered by the other women's mouths, bodies. He couldn't actually tell where one of them began and the next continued. The worst part of the whole thing was that it had meant to be a simple bath, and he mused thinking about what it had turned into.

He licked his lips hiding from their sight. His aura was nothing but a thought, and behind the columns of the place, he continued enjoying what was being offered for him to see.

The virtue of a virgin priestess was at hand. He could make his move. Siegfried knew that he could stretch his hand and Hilda would reach out for it. However, he decided not to do it and go against his basic needs. He didn't even dare touch himself. No. That was for later, for that tall priestess he had summoned. The one named after his wife of the ancient times. He always chose her. She always complied.

Even Hilda knew about it.

To Brunhilde, being held by the Captain of the Asgardian Guard and act as his companion were enough. Besides, Siegfried had never denied their mutual agreement. Brunhilde had never lied to him or had pretended to be what she wasn't. The woman gave and in the same way, she demanded from him. Siegfried had always loved the equality between them. Had always considered her perfect.

That was why when she noticed him coming into her chamber, hidden in the shadows of the place, Hilda had decided to play a little with him. She hated Brunhilde. Asgard's first priestess hated the fact that Siegfried would prefer the other woman over her. It would've been so easy to just let go in his arms. To feel them wrapped around her slim body, protecting her…or doing something else, she thought.

That was precisely why she was enjoying showing off before him. Let him what he couldn't have because of his stubbornness and denial.

Siegfried walked out the room in the same way he had entered. Hilda was nothing but something illusory. He knew Hilda's play perfectly well. And he loved it. It made him feel wanted by her. Made him believe she would one day relinquish her pride and come to him. He would wait—or not.

After all, the real virtue was waiting for him.