A/N: Hello readers! I've broken my writer's block with this fic idea that I'm excited for you guys to read. It's still a little rough, so bear with me, but I am excited to see where it goes with your suggestions and critiques! More A/N at the bottom, but here's a little set up for this fic.
Bo and Tamsin have, essentially, "swapped roles". Tamsin is an ages old, powerful succubus working for Odin and Bo is a new Valkyrie, meaning in her first lifetime, and daughter to Odin and Freya. While I'm keeping their general personalities to them, I can only keep them so in character while also developing a very AU story, so do forgive me if they become too OOC. I am trying to keep an eye to it! This *will* be a Valkubus story and I will bring in some of our favorites as they fit in with the story.
Anyway, please enjoy the first chapter!
"Haven't you learned your lesson by now? You're weak."
Letting out a large huff of air on impact, Bo braced her fall with her hands to prevent from landing on her ass after a swift blow to the stomach. The sand and rocks dug into her palms, further increasing the numbed feeling of pain that tinged her senses. Her Valkyrie pride screamed back in full force; she, of all people, would not succumb to the likes of a succubus, a fucking sex demon. She was an Angel of War for Christ's sake! Why did her emotions have to come kicking and screaming now?
The succubus stood proudly in front of the brunette, pale green eyes twinkling with arrogance and she couldn't resist puffing her chest out at the look of defeat on a normally feisty and powerful Valkyrie. Making a chiding sound, she dragged the toe of her boot up her body until it pinned her down on her diaphragm. Bo wriggled underneath her weight and she knew she could easily overpower the succubus, but the blonde could tell emotions were clouding Bo's judgment, especially from how her aura was fluctuating. She rolled her eyes; typical, always letting her emotions get her into deep shit.
When Odin asked her to train his precious daughter, his precious princess and heir, how was she to say no? Long ago, during her younger years, Odin came to her and created an unlikely partnership with the dark succubus. In her lifetime, she had worked mainly alone, but the promise to live in his kingdom of Valhalla and revel in endless booze, pussy, and debauchery was too much to turn down. She was a succubus, after all; she needed a constant source of sexual energy to live, and Valhalla was brimming with the tastiest Chi. It also held the promise to train and become the most powerful succubus alive through the help of Freya, Odin's wife, the mother of love. Together, they helped the succubus become one of the captains of security and she dealt with personally guarding her Queen. In a sense, she owed their majesties everything; she was in no position to refuse training their newest daughter when the assignment was presented to her. No matter how fucking annoying Bo was, constantly putting her Valkyrie responsibilities on the backburner in favor of sex and drinking with her 'friends', she couldn't ignore her duty. In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but scoff at the fact that Bo was so wrapped up in her emotions; as the daughter of two deity Fae, she should be a prime example of her abilities. What caused such reckless behavior and reluctance to commit?
Almost a spitting image of Odin, it was a known fact that the brunette was beautiful. Lush, thick dark brunette hair was scattered on her bruised shoulders and covered most of her ruined face, but her soft, pink lips were visibly open as she gasped for air. Being a new Valkyrie only in her first lifetime, Bo's beauty was known throughout the Valkyrie world. A young Valkyrie has a constant radiance and youth about her, akin to her temperamental attitude. It is during her first lifetime when she's the most valuable. It's said in legends that while they may be too emotional and rash, their beauty and power is only rivaled by a Valkyrie in her last life. Unlike the rest of Odin and Freya's daughters, she had dark hair and dark eyes, but the warmth from Freya's love still gave her cold Valkyrie eyes warmth. While this was certainly true for the headstrong, stubborn brunette, she showed glimpses of her true potential when she wasn't distracted by her feelings or lost in a daydream.
"Tamsin… let me go," Bo gritted, unable to meet with the succubus' taunting gaze. She couldn't ignore the flashes of brilliant blue in the blonde's eyes each time she attempted to force herself from under Tamsin's foot. No matter how old and wise she was, no succubus could resist her hunger for long. And for Bo, as young and unexperienced in battle as she was, there was one skill she had become rather skilled at: exploiting her sexuality.
In her tight tank top, Bo's ample breasts strained against the ruined fabric as she arched her back, giving the blonde a tantalizing view. A small smirk crossed her face as the all-telling flash of blue crossed Tamsin's eyes.
Damn that Valkyrie, Tamsin grumbled to herself, unable to resist letting her eyes wander to the mounds of flesh that Bo was blessed with. She wanted nothing more than to give into that nagging hunger that screamed to rip her tank top off and give the young Valkyrie a true lesson in pleasure. She thinks fucking around with other Valkyries or Odin's warriors means she has experienced it all, but she hasn't had an orgasm until she has a succubus induced one, she mused, but let those thoughts come to a screeching halt. Tamsin was suddenly aware how close she had come to Bo, her hand bracing the brunette's chin to make her look her in the eyes. Bo's aura spiked to a new level of tension, this time sexual. She couldn't help the rush of arousal and hunger that flooded her head and set her eyes ablaze.
"Now, why would I do that, princess?" Tamsin drawled, her tone dripping in lust and dominance. Bo would submit to her superior and become a better solider. She would not fail Odin and embarrass herself in front of those she had worked so hard to impress, "If you can't get a measly succubus off of you, then how do you expect to take down armies? Battalions? You are a Valkyrie, a pure one at that. You take your cozy parentage and status for granted and piss it all away for what? Raunchy sex and endless booze? You're a fucking embarrassment to your sisters, Bo. How have you been alive for nearly half a century yet you still can't control your doubt? You are the laughing stock of the sisterhood, especially your older sisters. Everyone is forced to say nothing to your face because daddy would punish them. Yet here you sit, pinned to the ground and crumbling because you can't… hmm… commit. Buck up, soldier, and get your head out of all those pussies." She lifted her foot from Bo, shoving her face back as she stood up. She corrected her own clothing and sheathed her sword, not yet glancing at the gasping Valkyrie.
As she started to walk away, she paused and added, "No more training until you're serious. I won't continue to waste my time on a lost cause. I've got more pressing issues, like finding some dinner." Tamsin smirked to herself at the double entendre. She left Bo to care for herself and went about finding some Chi and maybe a shit ton of vodka.
Bo was stunned. It had always been clear that the succubus didn't like her, but being vaguely familiar with her agreement with Odin, she knew Tamsin had no choice but to train her. Guilt ate away at her every time she skipped a practice to memorize the planes of a lover's torso, or to just gossip and shoot the breeze with her best friend, Kenzi. She was an immortal Fae; she had no special powers per say except for never dying. She could be shot and wake up five minutes later like nothing happened. Kenzi was in Valhalla because after spending nearly two millennia on the same life and death cycle, she wanted a reprieve. She pleaded to Freya to let her soul be at rest, a request her mother happily granted. Kenzi now was the acting bartender at Bo's favorite watering hole in Valhalla, where the two originally met.
Her first thought after coming back to her senses, aside from wanting to run after Tamsin and apologize, was to swallow her emotions and hold on to her pride. She was a Valkyrie; she was a warrior; she was a harbinger of death. Yet, she was also a lover. Why did these conflicting emotions have to exist within her? Bo needed her best friend.
Slowly, she limped out of the clearing the pair found themselves sparring in towards the district where the Golden Hammer was. Valkyries were no strangers to blood and bruises, so most of them gave no second look to Bo as she slinked by. Only vendors and commoners noticed that she looked like she was mauled by a bear. She wondered if anyone would have believed that a succubus scratched at her like a cat after pouncing onto her from a tree.
The memory of Tamsin doing just that made her chuckle silently; as bitchy as she was, the blonde had a fire inside of her that just made her succubus nature make sense. To those who knew her, Tamsin was an enigmatic presence; in one hand, she was a fierce warrior who could take you down hand-to-hand, from her succubus charm, or sucking the Chi from everyone around her; on the other hand, she was constantly sarcastic, flirting, teasing, and cracking jokes, and using her succubus nature to fuck everything around her. When Odin brought her to Valhalla, before she had been created, there was quite a stir that the infamous dark succubus was to become Freya's personal guard. Bo had hated her with all of her being, but she now couldn't help but like everything about her as well.
Slamming the door open, Bo made her presence known in her classic fashion as she walked into the bar. Kenzi whipped her head over and gave her friend a wide eyed look, responding by pouring her a tall whiskey. The brunette nodded her head in appreciation and slammed the whole thing back, hardly noticing the intense burn in her throat as she could only focus on her guilt. Tamsin risked everything to cancel training with her, and she knew it was her fault because she was too stubborn to commit to how rigorous it would be. If she had to admit it, becoming a full Valkyrie terrified her. She knew what her sisters went through – the pain, the grief, the sorrow – and having to spend lifetime after lifetime reliving and experiencing more pain. Would there be time for love? How could she even fall in love when her life would only lead to despair?
"…Bo-Bo? Earth to goddess Valkyrie? Helloooo?" Slender fingers snapped in front of her eyes, bringing her back to attention with a jolt. She really needed to stop doing that in public.
"Sorry Kenz, got a lot on my mind. What did you say?"
"Well, I did remark on how that whiskey didn't even bother you, but now fuck the whiskey. Spill the beans, girl! I've been alive long enough to know something more than usual is up with your young hiney." Bo hated to admit it, but she was fond of how intuitive Kenzi was. As she put it, 'it comes with the immortality shit. Gandhi got his wisdom from me, you know!'
She sighed a little, sipping on her refilled drink, "Tamsin cancelled training until I'm ready to take it seriously." Kenzi couldn't help the gasp that came from her mouth. She received a stiff glare in response.
"What? Succu-bitch is defying Odin's direct orders by not training you, Bo! You know what happens to normal Valkyrie if they do something wrong. Could you imagine what he would do to someone he has no ties to? Just a hired mercenary? Oh gods," the small girl ranted, giving herself a shot to calm her nerves. Bo was still wildly out of control with her emotions, as everyone knew, but Kenzi didn't think she'd be ignorant enough to let Tamsin face punishment from Odin for her faults.
In her own head, Bo was having similar thoughts. Despite her past behavior, she knew she couldn't let Tamsin take the fall for her selfish and reckless behavior. She would come clean to her father and put her nose to the ground. She would become the warrior she was destined to become: Isabeau, a valiant daughter of Valhalla, the bearer of souls. Of her three sisters, each of them was to bear a small part of the realm: the soul, the integrity, and the courage.
"I already know this, trust me. I plan to go to Odin after I have more liquid courage to numb my wounds and feelings, and I plan to tell him I want to fully commit to the sisterhood," Bo said, her tone firm, "Tamsin is a royal pain in the ass and unforgiving, but my father brought her here for a reason and I will not forsake it again. I will have to learn to bury my feelings…" The mere thought made her stomach lurch, but who was she kidding? Her feelings only ever got her in the way. She was no succubus like Tamsin, free to love and never to tie down. Bo was a Valkyrie, pledged to bring souls from the dead and serve Valhalla for life. She had to convince herself she had no room for love, no time.
Kenzi's soft hand offered her quiet comfort, a feeling she would normally accept. But she was in a time when she wasn't so sure she should want it. Should she thwart all emotion - all comfort and love?
Conflicting emotions caused Bo to retreat her hand, returning it to her drink. She threw it back like she did the first, this time the feeling invigorating a fire within her. Her eyes offered remorse as she walked away from the bar. She left her defeated emotions behind and replaced them with the smooth mask of a blooming Valkyrie, calm and confident. Her mind was freed from the alcohol that burned in her blood and she was fueled like never before. She would become the Valkyrie that would impress even the likes of Tamsin, with or without her help.
Her feet led her to her mother's chambers, even though her original purpose was to shout to the heavens that she would serve him and become the Valkyrie fate had intended. Something within her heart lead her here, though Bo rationalized she was just affected by the alcohol. She knocked and the magical door immediately opened when it recognized Bo's aura. Freya stood on her balcony, observing the evening sky light up the forest outside of Valhalla. Her beauty was illuminated by the waning sun; it caused her golden hair to have an orange tint, but it lit up her face and erased any signs of age the goddess may have shown. The sound of a visitor caused a smile to extend onto her serene features as if she knew who it was.
"To what do I owe the surprise visit, my daughter? By the looks of it, you had quite the day of training with my captain," Freya mused in a mildly amused tone. She was used to seeing her daughter return from sparring sessions completely battered and worn out by the tireless succubus. Many thought her and Odin crazy for putting such trust into a sex demon, but Freya knew Tamsin was unlike others of her kind. Behind her indifferent and bitchy exterior, she knew compassion that could consume her existed. It was the kind of love that only Freya could understand – it was the kind of love that was deserving of an eternal bond.
"Honestly, I don't know! I was going to go do something really important that had to do with Odin, but I really don't want to walk all the way to his chambers. Why did he choose the basement to put his study?" Bo rambled, the whiskey speaking more than she realized. "I'm such a disgrace, momma. I've disgraced the Valkyrie way and at this rate, I won't even deserve to be reborn into my second life. I need help committing… finally earning my wings and becoming the Valkyrie you and father deserve as a daughter and heir. I've left the guilt and hooks of doubt behind and I'm ready to move forward. I'm sorry for how I've been acting." Tears now flowed freely from her eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a bit helpless for breaking down so easily in front of her mother.
Freya quietly soothed Bo, sending her love through to her daughter, feeling her tears come to an end. Her body still shook softly, but she took solace in her embrace for another moment before composing herself. Steeling her will, Bo stuck with the thought that her mother would always have that effect on her since she was the goddess of love. She was not weak.
"Listen to me, Isabeau. Do you know why you are so emotional? It is because of your blood. On the night we found out our youngest would be the bearer of souls, we realized you would always have the burden of those souls upon you. As a Valkyrie, this makes you even more unique. We feared it would stunt your development and training to become a part of the sisterhood, but meeting Tamsin gave us hope that she would be the one who could help you control the raging emotions from the souls. We believe once you've fully accepted your wings and become full Valkyrie that you may become more powerful than we can imagine. Your sisters are powerful because of their ability to sow doubt instead of feeling it, but if you're able to feel the sorrow and doubt, you can harness that power and create a doubt that quiets the souls and gives you more clarity. As you've grown up, when our predictions about your emotional state became true, we knew we would not pressure it to happen. But Bo… hearing that you're beginning to grasp your clarity and starting to control the emotions gives me renewed faith. I've always known you'd prevail. I know this is a lot to grasp at one time. Take your time with the information, and when you're ready, we can talk about it more and I can answer any questions you may have."
As Freya spoke, events in her life suddenly became very clear that never quite made sense before. Bo had always been ashamed that she was so prone to emotional outbursts, especially in front of her sisters. She wasn't deaf to the mocking, as much as she wanted to be. Even at this moment, she almost wanted to cry in happiness. Instead, she put a satisfied smile on her face and she stood up, spine straight and arms locked onto her side.
"Thank you, mother. I… I will not disappoint you again. I will carry out my burden and make Valhalla proud," she said, giving her mother a salute of respect before exiting her chambers and fleeing to the next safest area.
Finally out of the eyes of her mother and in the library, Bo let out a breath she had no idea she had been holding in. Freya's words swam in her head like letters in alphabet soup and she could hardly swallow any of it down, especially on top of the injuries all over her body becoming painful again. Without even realizing it, Bo found her fist punching the nearest surface, which happened to be a bookshelf. Numerous books fell onto the ground at the sheer strength behind the punch and part of the shelf itself snapped from the force. She wouldn't have even noticed the damage in her fervor if a warm hand hadn't touched her shoulder.
Her first reaction was to unleash her fist, this time after she flipped the person intruding her space onto the table nearby. Her fist went into their jaw, earning a grunt and an iron grip on Bo's wrist. She wrenched it away like the fingers were made of rubber; in actuality, she knew it would bruise tomorrow. All Bo could focus on was quelling her inner demons and learn to carry the souls of the lost within her. Her vision was clouded with visions of having to deal with the pain and suffering before being able to harness it like she was destined. Who the fuck decided her destiny anyway?
A sudden tugging on her life force snapped her eyes into focus and to the intruder who was underneath her choking grip. She hardly relaxed her grip, still delirious and now disoriented from the sensations. It felt almost painful, but also oddly pleasurable. Almost like a light went off in her head, the mass of blonde hair came into focus and in horror, she saw Tamsin with a bloody nose and pinned to the table by Bo straddling her and fist clenched around her throat. She removed her hand like it was on fire, wincing when she saw deep welts where her nails dug in, but a small part of her in her still clouded mind wanted to force the succubus to submit.
As if pulled together by a magnet, Tamsin's feeding led to the women to mash their lips together in a rough, dominating kiss. Neither one would release control, biting each other's lips and roughly tangling their fingers into their hair. She didn't know if the succu-bitch was using her charm, but Bo thought kissing her was like tasting the sweetest wine and she nearly moaned out loud at the thought of how sweet she tasted elsewhere. She hated to admit it, but now she understood what all the fuss was about concerning sex demons.
The succubus noticed the Valkyrie's momentarily lapse in control and she flipped them, her long legs now squeezing the brunette's shapely hips. Going full succubus, her eyes shifted to that intense blue. Tamsin grabbed Bo's hands and pinned them above her head as her rough bites trailed across her jaw. She circled her ear, breathing lightly just to tease the Valkyrie and to find her sweet spots. Her favorite part of any 'first time' with someone is to find their kinks and sensitivity; exploiting at a later point was just so sweet.
"How do you like it, baby Valkyrie? Are you a strong and silent lover, or the wild and kinky type? Because I have you pegged as the type..." her breath was but a caress into her ears, causing goose bumps to raise all over Bo's skin and a shiver to rip down her spine right to her core, "… to love getting kinky. Ropes, blindfolds, whips, rough sex, dirty talk…" her taunting continued as she trained down her exposed neck, nibbling the satin skin of the new Valkyrie and enjoying the sounds she spurred from the brunette. She looked forward to seeing just what kind of sounds lay beneath the impressive bosom of the princess forced under her will.
Her tongue teased the tips of her breasts through her tank top, earning a groan of impatience from Bo. She had barely been touched by the succubus, but she felt like she was already going to explode. It had to be the sex demon's charms, she rationalized. She couldn't possibly feel like this otherwise…
A sudden bite onto her nipple caused her to cry out, arching her back off the table and further into Tamsin's touch. The blonde smirked as she let out a small chuckle, giving her other nipple the same treatment.
"Tch, gotta keep quiet, princess. We are in a library, after all. People come in here to read about history, not hear the intimate details of a Valkyrie getting her brains fucked out," Tamsin breathed as she ghosted her fingers over the apex of Bo's leggings. She tried to control her sharp gasp by biting her lip, resulting in the smallest amount of blood being drawn. Shit.
At this point, Bo's eyes had been wrenched shut and she was sure she couldn't even open them if she tried. She held onto the anticipation that sweet relief would come soon in the form of the succubus' nimble fingers, but when it never came, she reluctantly opened her eyes. Pale green eyes stared straight at her, a coy look crossing her face. She made her signature chiding sound as she left a teasing kiss on Bo's lips, taking one more taste of her Chi before hopping off of the table. Her lust still raged through her body, but her hunger was sated enough for the moment. She had to get far away from Bo before she could trap herself further in the roller coaster of emotion that was the princess. In her head, she was just teaching the Valkyrie another lesson.
"Never trust a sex demon, young one." Tamsin winked as she disappeared out of sight. She, once again, left a disgruntled Bo gasping for breath, but this time for an entirely different reason. What was she up to? It was clear that there was more beneath that kiss than a simple lesson; as she gained more clarity to the emotions rolling inside of her, it was clear there was more than loathing behind Tamsin's actions. Aside from lust, Bo swore she felt just the smallest bit of reverence.
She adjusted herself with a sigh. Every corner she turned she just couldn't seem to catch a break. Despite being just past sundown, Bo had no desire to engage in her usual behavior. She left her mess in the library, planning to blame it on magic if asked about it, and retreated to her room. At least in here, she was safe. No souls to bear, no confused feelings, no Valkyrie obligation, and at that time, no succubus to push her buttons - just her, her journal, and the serenity of watching the moon's reflection on the vast lake on the outside of Valhalla.
If she knew anything for certain, it was that her life was certainly going to change drastically in the coming future. The question was: could she handle it?
A/N: This was an idea that came to me at two in the morning, so please, any and all feedback is appreciated! I would love to continue this fic, but I only remain as motivated as my readers! I have a rough idea of where this could go, but I'm also open to idea. Reviews are welcome, as is any constructive feedback.