Alright. Multi-chapter fic it is. The rating has been changed because there's no way I'm resisting writing some Valkubus smut. Reviews are most appreciated :)

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You are poised and ready, muscles tensed in wait. If you can manage to grab Odin's staff when he circles back to you, you might actually stand a chance. Unfortunately, it is Bo that approaches instead.

"Why did you bring them?"

Her voice echoes, each word drenched in coiling darkness, your ears strain to hear her in it at all. It's there, faint and hidden, as you hope the rest of her is. A sickening churning grinds your stomach into your other internal organs, the idea of losing Bo to this place, to death, to Him...not after Acacia, not after forsaking your kin and your calling, not after everything.

Odin is watching his daughter carefully, you hope this means his hold on her is still precarious, "You will see Isabo. I have plans for my fallen valkyrie and the wolf."

She's right in front of you now, bending to take your cheek in her palm. Gentle fingers run through your hair...just as you begin to lose yourself in the touch (in spite of yourself) the hand fists and pulls roughly. You bite back your gasp, willing your face to stone as you watch her leer down at you,

"I would like a snack..." she pulls you close by the fist in your hair and takes a taste, it's as pleasurable and painful as you remember, "I'd keep her alive." She's turning to grin at Odin, and she actually has the gall to bat her lashes...the succubus bats her lashes at the master of death.

"Is the chi flowing through Valhalla not enough?" He's suspicious, and you're unsure if you want there to be anything to be suspicious of. You want your Bo back (and just when did she become your Bo!?), but the last thing you want is the succubus to trigger Odin's wrath through deception. The man is skilled at seeing through subterfuge, what with a son like Loki.

Bo lets go of your hair, running a finger down the line of your jaw. Her eyes seem to warm for a moment, from iced tundra to a cloudless sunny day and then back again. You aren't sure what to do with the hope itching at your insides. You try and squash it as her expression hardens and she once again regards you like wolf boy would a t-bone steak.

"Enough, yes. But it's not my preferred way to feed, and the taste of a Valkyrie." Her eyes blaze; she traces your lip with her nail as she runs her tongue along her own plump bottom one, "Well, you denied me a taste of the others. Why not her?"

He watches her for a long moment, you're sure he'll deny her request before he at last waves his hand. She's pulling you to your feet, no longer held to the ground you stumble into her grasp as you struggle to remain connected to Dyson,

"The wolf stays with me." You mean to sound final, but it rings hollow and weak in imposing throne room.

"Worried he'll die without your protection?" She looks amused at the thought, "I can see it, your wavering hold on his spirit. This place is just itching to get its claws into him," her eyes flare even brighter, as if a light is shining from within, "I can feel its desire." She sways on the spot momentarily, closing her eyes and breathing in deep through the nose, absorbing even more chi.

Odin smiles at her, approval shining in his gaze. There was a time you craved that look, now the sight makes you want to vomit all over this damn pristine marble floor.

"You are of my blood child. You are connected to Valhalla. Let it nourish you; make you strong."

Bo grins and nods before releasing her grip on your arm and strutting up to Dyson. You stand unsure as you watch her put a hand under his chin to bring his face up much like her father had done some minutes ago. You think for a moment she's going to take whatever energy he has left- you bend slightly ready to pounce- but she's giving it instead. Only rather than the typical gentle pink it's a deep midnight blue.

He coughs and begins to shake, his body fighting the strange energy. You watch his body struggle with what you hope looks like detached interest; inside you're screaming at the stubborn detective. Don't You Die on me Wolf Boy! The next 60 seconds are some of the longest of your life. When you manage to tear your eyes away from Dyson's prone form, Bo's face immediately becomes your focus.

You don't like how her mildly amused and predatory face both frightens and arouses you. She's all succubus at the moment and it's a sight to behold. You look for the compassion, the concern; expressions so common on Bo's face you'd begun to think they were permanently etched in. There is none.

Finally his body stills and he lets out a quiet, keening sigh. You release a breath you didn't realize you were holding as Bo turns and returns to your side, her fingers wrapping tightly around your bicep. She pulls you from the room and promptly tosses you at the Valkyrie waiting in the hallway. You allow yourself to be dragged.

The valkyrie holding you is familiar. You watch her out of the corner of your eye as you make your way through the great halls of your birthplace. Your eternal birthplace. You pass a large redwood door, able to discern cheering and laughter through the thick wood. The Valkyries' quarters. Where you'd return with your warrior's soul to rejuvenate, fill your stomach with the best food and drink, gamble away the treasures you'd assembled during your latest lifetime while sharing battle stories, tales of glory.

The shine has faded...you're not sure when freedom became more important than glory. Who are you kidding, of course you do...since Bo. You finally manage to catch eye of the valkyrie at your side and you are at last able to place her. Kára. You went through training together. You hadn't been friends but you'd broken fast together; you'd fought side by side both in World War II and the First Chechen War. And now she will barely even look at you. You wonder if this is by Odin's command or if you are truly dead to your sisters. The thought hurts more than you would like. Somehow you thought the resolve behind your actions would soften the blow, that you could shield yourself from their scorn with your righteousness.

You were a fool. Thankfully you don't come across any more of your sisters on your way to Bo's chamber. It's in a wing you've never been allowed to enter. It doesn't look much different, a bit more shine to the gold plated archways...mostly it feels different. Heavy. Kára adjusts at your left. Her hold on you wavering for a moment. She can feel it too. Bo's still walking in front of you.

To avoid watching her delicious rear you've mostly been avoiding her altogether- arousal is a dangerous thing to be feeling around a succubus ready for a feed- so it takes you a while to notice the difference. At first you think she's actually grown taller, but you soon realize it's not an external change. The goosebumps raking your arms whisper of great power, she's growing stronger with every step. And you grow weaker. The bright side is that your sister has no desire to linger, Kára tosses you to Bo, who catches you and twirls you around like a doll, and bolts. You catch her eyes over Bo's shoulder just before she rounds the corner. It's brief but it's there...pity. You swallow thickly as you're led into the room; you think you preferred indifference.

Bo wastes no time, closing the door and promptly shoving you up against it. Your back protests against the abuse, but then the succubus is pressed tight to your front and all complaints vanish. You shudder at the feel of her. You wish this was your Bo, but you cannot deny you have wanted this, that you have dreamed of this. Nimble fingers slip your jacket off your shoulders and dispose of your shirt seconds later. In a flash both of your wrists are held in one of hers. Admittedly you don't struggle too adamantly as her lips seek out the column of your throat, pulling your head to the side with her other hand to suck hard at the spasming tendon. You moan and you feel her smirk against your skin.

You remember how she was that day in the woods, you're not sure if she'll be able to stop herself from sucking you dry. Part of you wants her to, to take all that you are, all that you have left...it sometimes feels like she has already. It wouldn't matter anyway; Odin would resurrect you-Bo bites down just above your collarbone and you squirm under her mouth-but god what a way to die, given by the heat churning at her every touch you would probably revere it as one of your more magnificent deaths.

Her lips seek out yours at last, and you feel that aching pull from your core, the rush of pleasure and that coiling heat that threatens to set you aflame. You watch your chi leave you and enter her. Her hand pulls open the fly of your pants, your chest is heaving against her own. It strikes you that she looks quite affected by recent events. Her breasts are heaving against you just as quickly, you chance a look at her face and are struck dumb by her eyes. You would have sworn her eyes could not get any brighter, but you were mistaken. Only now gold is swirling amid brilliant blue. It's breathtaking, but not as much as the look she's giving you. You know that look.

"Bo?" Your voice is stronger than you feel. You're still pinned, hands over your head to a door in a hall that makes you feel like a giant is pushing down on your head. She's blinking rapidly. And then tears begin to pool. Oh god. Anything but that.

"Tell me again." You pause, face half scrunched in preparation for a tidal wave of tears and awkwardness, but she seems to have gotten a hold on the waterworks, she's staring into your eyes with something hinting at desperation. Your mind takes longer than you'd like to find your answer,

"You're smart, you're fast, and you're a hell of a lot cuter than him." You grin, your old words still relevant, and Bo's smile is smaller but genuine. "You are stronger than this Bo."

She lets go of your wrists abruptly but she does not back away, choosing instead to rest her hands on either side of your head. She closes her eyes and takes in a few deep breaths, her chest brushing yours with every inhale. When she opens her eyes again the gold has receded. Anxiety licks at your nerves. Not good. You can't lose her again, you just got her back.

"It's so very strong. Every breath gives me more power, and there's this hunger that isn't even mine, it's this place, it's like the halls themselves crave each new soul. And I feel all of it Tamsin. All of it. But the energy is wrong," her eyes go distant, "it's dead. It's so very cold."

She stills against you, her face hardening. You groan in frustration and pull her in for another kiss. You keep one hand on each cheek and hold her there, not that there is much struggle, your Bo or Alpha Dark Bo...you still taste delicious. When you feel the pain pulling at you and the inciting pleasure you welcome it readily, deepening the kiss, pulling her tongue into your mouth and sucking hard. You're getting lightheaded before she pulls away with a gasp.

"How do you do that!? How is your chi bringing me back?" She's panting heavily against your neck and you bite down on your lip, shaking your head. You have a few ideas, but you are so not ready to even think about those let alone discuss them with the succubus. You grab her shoulders and shake her slightly, until her gaze focuses on you, now more gold than blue.

"That's good Bo. It's good that it's cold. That means you haven't fully acclimated to this place, death should be cold, until-"

"I'm dead myself?" She pulls herself from your grip and backs away. You move away from the door to trail after her, unable to resist her gravity. She's upset, understandably so, but you aren't skilled in comfort, all you can offer her is the truth.

No," you swallow, wishing her fate would be that kind, "worse, you are death's daughter, I fear he would have you walk by his side, neither living or dead for all of eternity."

The door you were both just pressed against swings open and a servant dressed in gold and burgundy fabrics. He's a looming figure, yet bowed. He is one of the indebted. A warrior chosen by Odin that had disappointed him in battle, forced to serve those more deserving of Valhalla. It only took him moments to notice the change in Bo, his eyes widening at our familiarity, at my arm on hers, of the tears still brimming in her gaze...and of course the gold swirling amidst blue. Shit.

No sooner than the thought passed through your head and he's off his feet, held aloft in one of Bo's hands as she drains him dry in one long pull. You watch him crumble at your feet, unsure what it is that you are feeling.

Whatever it is Bo doesn't seem to like your expression and she shrugs defensively, "I will do what I have to in order to keep you and Dyson alive," her eyes widen dramatically, "Oh GOD DYSON!"

You raise your hands placatingly, "Safe! For now, thanks to your alter ego." You point a finger down at the servant, "He could ressurect him." You don't think Bo realizes yet just with whom she's dealing.

Bo merely cocks an eyebrow, "Somehow Daddy dearest doesn't seem like the type to bother with the help, unless I give him cause. I'll blame it on the hunger, he'll be proud, he may even give me a cookie." She's smirking at you, the mirth in her gaze literally sparkling. You try and resist a smile but your lip quirks and Bo's smile only widens as she sees it.

You're both grinning at each other for a few moments before Bo's falters, and she begins to pivot from the balls of each foot to her toes and back. You cross your arms over your chest. Absently happy you wore one of your nice black lace bras today. Bo looks nervous.

"What is it Bo?"

She's fidgeting under your gaze and while part of you gets a kick out of making the succubus squirm you're starting to get concerned about what could be bothering Bo...besides the obvious Possibly-Going-Evil-Kidnapped-By-Father-In-Vahlall a thing...

"It's just... I'm cold. No amount of covering seems to help warm the ice in my veins, except-" she trails off and you find yourself finishing the thought for her,

"When you were touching me."

She nods. Oh. She looks too awkward to say more. Cuddling without sex. Never done that before. You sigh. This isn't about feelings. She's drowning and you're something to hold on to. The only something around that can provide and solace, any warmth. And you'll do it. Of course you will, you'd do it even without these pathetic yearnings in your chest, you'd do it just because she's Bo. And from the moment you saw her you knew you'd be breaking your rules for her. You just never realized you'd be breaking them all.

"Of course succubabe. One Valkerie hot water bottle coming right up." The relief in her eyes is palpable and you shrug it off, unused to gratitude. Unused to offering anything that would lead to gratitude. You take her hand and lead her to the large burgundy canopy bed on the far wall. You'll hold her as long as you can. As long as you can tether her with your chi. As long as she remains your Bo. It's temporary, such fucking fragile relief. But it's all you've got.