Disclaimer: I do not own Hogun or anything from the Thor movie nor do I claim to...and all that jazz. Thank you!
Author's Note: This is written in response to my own prompt on norsekink LJ! I requested a Hogun masturbation and got so many ideas I just had to write it myself. Please review, I would love some C enjoy!
Sometimes the rowdiness of his fellow warriors was too much for the slightly more subdued of the three, sometimes he just needed to escape and relax in the warm embrace of nature. And sometimes he just needed to be re-acquainted with himself once more.
Silver armor and blue cloth lay neatly in a pile near the edge of glittering water, the pool only deep enough to touch where thighs ended and backside began. Raven hair brushed the bronzed skin of his back; let out from its usual knot only to be wetted and plastered like a second skin as the warrior stepped under the waterfall. The small alcove under the cascading water was peaceful, letting in the light from either side and sometimes even from the front if the water fell right.
Cupping hands deposited water to run down lightly roped muscles, not nearly the large size of his godly friend but not as lean as the trickster either, Hogun was his own brand of fighter. The liquid was cool to touch against the sun warmed skin that was the result of his trek to the hidden falls. The difference in temperature tingled, sending a shiver that ran throughout the length of his form while broad shoulders dipped backwards to meet coarse rock.
Dark eyes slipped closed as sweat and dirt were rinsed and rubbed from his body, tingles of sensation curling up his spine when he ran flat palm against his own length. And it was only moments later that he was touching for more pleasurable reasons rather than necessary ones. Flesh stiffening under his touch he felt his shoulders relax and his hips push forward, eyes opening once more to watch his own show. The droplets of water deposited by the waterfall were smoothed by curled fingers, stroking over velvet skin to squeeze swollen head. Breath hitched within chest, repeating the tail end of his action as sparks danced through his limbs. The tips of his fingers slid over the fleshy ridge where shaft touched head, the most pleasurable move he could have made as his throat closed slightly and thighs quivered from the singular touch. Hogun cursed under his breath, rushing his pleasure more than he wanted to he forced himself to relinquish the intoxicating touch and focus on the full strokes of his shaft for a slow build up.
His free hand was used to simply brace against the moist rock at his back, feeling small scrapes against his shoulders while toned hips thrust shallowly into loose fist. Clear water rolled against his thighs in miniature waves gentle against him in contrast to the treatment he was giving himself as fist tightened and hips stilled to allow his hand to pull back to base and push forward to tip. Abdomen clenched with every brush of sensitive head, pads of fingertips dancing over sweet spots known only to the exotic warrior and no one else. Not even the All Seer dared to encroach on such personal moments.
The languid pace had been set and was followed until he reached the point of despair, lips parted only slightly to let breaths ghost past, speed increased the mace wielder hummed low in his throat to accompany the throbbing pleasure in his veins. Only a scant more strokes were needed before air was harshly sucked into lungs and milky seed spurted to cling to fingers, body tensing in waves much like the water around him. Chest and stomach rose and fell with his breath, eyes watching as his seed floated before dissolving in the pool, basking in the afterglow before reality and his responsibilities would come crashing down once more.