The Punishment of Asgard
Chapter Four
Enter The Enchantress
The Warriors Three and Heimdall were, while Thor was being taught his place in Asgard, still watching the spanking scenes involving Sif and Loki.
They'd continued to drink and were, in point of fact, quite intoxicated.
Comments of:
'Spank that arse!'
'Blister it red as a fire troll's skin!'
Ect...
Were being tossed out liberally, the words echoing in the great hall of Asgard.
They'd pulled their chairs from the table where they'd been sitting, putting them in a half circle in front of the fireplace, so as to better enjoy things.
So it was when the Enchantress appeared...a portal opened, right in front of the gathered Asgardians, and a stunningly beautiful blonde woman stepped through, her long waist length hair as blonde as could be, a sharp contrast to the brilliant green of her, rather provocatively cut, wardrobe.
Most men would have been robbed of their breath, but not these Asgardians.
After all, after you've known someone for three or four thousand years, they're just not quite as exciting as they might be otherwise.
Volstagg snorted, then waved his hand in a 'shooing' gesture as he said:
'Damnation and Odin's lost eye, Enchantress, you're spoiling our view!
Step aside, woman!'
The Enchantress sighed, then put her hands on her hips before she spoke:
'Zounds, Volstagg, the man you Once were...'
She grinned, glancing at his belly, then went on:
'And are now thirty of...'
Which brought hoots and laughter from the gathered.
'She has you there, Friend Volstagg'.
Blonde Fandral, his own hair and tunic matching the Enchantress' colors, stood and pulled a chair from the table as he spoke:
'We were but watching some rather entertaining scenes, Enchantress.
I dare say You might find them of interest as well.'
He gestured at the fire place.
The Enchantress turned to look, then raised an eyebrow as her perfect ruby lips formed an 'O', then smiled and commented:
'Well now...
Though I shall not speak highly of either participant...
I did come here out of boredom, and this most certainly Does catch the attention, does it not?'
The men chuckled at her words, even as The Enchantress took her seat.
She gestured and a flagon of mead lifted from the table and floated towards her.
After a sip, The Enchantress gestured at the fireplace, (Where Loki's rear was now a nice cherry red from Sif's brush), a finger pointed like a pistol, as she said:
'Now that is a red arse...
And no doubt, Loki is quite deserving...'
Before she said in a mumble:
'Though not so much as that bitch, Sif'...
Having long since desired Thor for herself, there was some degree of hostility twixt Sif and the Enchantress.
She went on:
'But...
I've seen better.
Far better.'
Hogun the Grim of the Warriors Three glanced at the Enchantress, then asked:
'Truly, M'Lady?
Here, in Asgard?
Truth be told...I'd never realized just how much watching a good spanking could fuel one's fires, so to speak.
I'd not mind seeing another...'
The Enchantress grinned, then nodded:
'Truly.
Though not here, not in Asgard.
Twas a year or so ago...'
The Enchantress, you see, hadn't been part of Ragnarok and, thus, hadn't vanished with the rest of Asgard.
She went on:
'It was in Latveria, in fact.'
Heimdall took a deep drink from his flagon, then spat towards the fire before he spoke:
'Pah!
The Kingdom of Von Doom.
One who thinks himself an equal or better, even of the divine.
I'd give my favorite goat to see Him humbled a bit...
Arrogant Mortal.'
And the others?
They agreed.
Several of them even spat towards the fireplace themselves in order to show their feelings on the subject of Victor Von Doom, aka Dr. Doom, Monarch of Latveria.
Interestingly enough, at this point in time, little did they know that Loki had machinations in the works and that, in months to come, that very Dr. Doom would extend an offer for all Asgardians to relocate to said kingdom of Latveria.
The Enchantress smiled, then nodded:
'That very kingdom, yes.
Though I am not so sure, knowing Doom as I do, that it is so great a crime for him to consider himself as a peer, at any extent.
He's quite wise, and mortal only by his own choice.'
Her eyes twinkled and, then, The Enchantress reached up with a fingernail to tug the middle of her lower lip down slightly, before she grinned and offered:
'But...
If you despise him so...
Me thinks you might be more than interested in seeing him humbled a bit?
That Was your favorite goat you offered, was it not, friend Heimdall?'
The gathered men blinked as what she'd said dawned upon them.
The protests they'd been about to speak regarding Doom's ego forgotten.
It was Volstagg who asked:
'Truly?
Thy have known of that cur, Doom, to be so humbled?
Enchantress, most beautiful one, surely you'd be willing to show us the proof of such?'
Heimdall nodded, then added to Volstagg's words:
'Doom humbled?
Indeed, Enchantress...
My very Best and Favorite goat...sired by one of Thor's own best pair...'
The Enchantress smiled, then clapped her hands together, glee on her face as she spoke:
'Oh my friends, as if I would Not show you such a thing...
But...
I've spent Far more time on Earth than the rest of you...let me introduce you all to one of its Greatest pleasures!'
She snapped her fingers and, then, in each person's lap appeared a bowl of buttered popcorn.
The Enchantress tossed a piece into her mouth, then went on:
'This is going to be so much FUN!
It's like a girl's night out...only, you're not girls, of course...
But since women tend to hate me, you'll all do just fine!
Now...
This is called popcorn, you Eat it...it's Quite delicious...they consume it at Movies...
Hercules introduced me to it!'
Fandral tilted his head, then asked:
'Hercules?
Don't tell me you and He...?
Which was followed by a squeal of laughter from the Enchantress:
'NO!
Don't be silly...
Now if it had been Ares I'd went out with that night....
With those strong shoulders, that harsh face...calloused hands...
Ummm...'
Volstagg burst into laughter, then commented:
'Well...
At least that one behaves like a god of war Should...'
To which they all agreed, further agreeing that Ares was far better than Hercules who, at times, acted far too...mortal.
At length, the Enchantress shushed them though, then said:
'Hush!
We have something to watch, do we not?
Now...
Von Doom had just returned, with a number of us, from Space.
He'd captured this alien and, honestly, I don't even know what he wished to Do with it...it didn't really matter to me...affairs of mortals and all...
But, for the entire expedition, he'd had this young woman who calls herself 'Princess Python', and no - she's Not a stripper, with us.
Quite cute, but really fairly useless.
It wasn't until we'd been back for a few days, and were staying in Doom's castle, that I found out Why he'd kept her with us.
Though, I'll have to admit, I was bored...and the castle was So lacking in excitement...so I'd assumed the form of a mouse so I could better move around and find anything particularly...interesting to see.
So, when this starts, it's what I saw through an air duct when I was looking into the rooms Doom had given Princess Python.
I'm sure you'll all enjoy it as much as I did and Then we can talk about it afterwards!
This is just going to be more fun that a barrel full of frost giants!
Now understand though...this is all from one point of view...I wasn't About to go into her room...not when I was in the shape of a mouse and, somewhere in there, there's this giant, icky python!'
As the Enchantress had said, most women hated her because of her beauty, so one apparently found one's 'girlfriends' where one could find them, hey?
With that The Enchantress waved her hand and the scene in the fire place changed.
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