Chapter Eleven

Odin and Frigga had one week to enjoy their newfound love, and then it was time for Frigga's coronation. Odin had been trying to comfort his wife, but Frigga was still a bundle of nerves. Late at night, after they were both recovering from a long lovemaking session, she would lay awake, unable to sleep.

"My love, you should get some rest. Your coronation is tomorrow." Odin murmured to his wife. Frigga sighed and nestled against his chest.

"I know…I just…what if I make a mistake? What if the people don't like me?" she fretted. Odin ran a hand through her soft, silky hair and kissed her forehead.

"Frigga, don't you remember when the people first laid eyes on you? They all loved you! Especially since your tour, they've all been worshipping the ground you walk on." He said. The couple, as part of Frigga's pre-crowning, had toured through all of Asgard, and Odin had greatly enjoyed showing off his new bride to the citizens.

The people had been awed by both Frigga's beauty and her incomparable kindness, and she had been greeted with cheers everywhere she went. It was already obvious that she had a strong sense of empathy, and that skill gave her the power to see how Odin's different decisions would affect people.

He greatly appreciated Frigga's advice, and found that she was a great help to him ruling over the kingdom. If he was stumped on a problem facing Asgard's trading ports, he could ask Frigga about it. She would think quietly for a while, and then introduce a peaceful solution that made almost everyone happy.

Quite honestly, Odin didn't know what he would do without her. If he was stressed after a long day of bitter negotiations, all she had to do was smile at him and give him a kiss, and all of the day's problems washed away. When they made love, which was very, very often, he found that each time he touched her; it was as electrifying as the first time.

"I know." Frigga sighed. "I just hope I don't let them down." Odin gently kissed her lips, his hands sliding down to her ass.

"You won't, beloved. I believe in you." He murmured as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure. Frigga gently sucked, making him wild with lust. He moved to cover her, but Frigga stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"I want to try something." She said softly. Odin cocked a brow in curiosity, and nodded.

"Of course." He said. Frigga smiled, and used both of her hands to gently push Odin onto his back. He looked up at her with confusion, and his eyes widened when she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Frigga smiled down at him, the candlelight flickering on her bare breasts. Odin swallowed hard, and his manhood twitched as it lay against his belly.

Frigga bit her lip, a habit that drove Odin near mad with desire. She reached down and took his thick cock in her hand, stroking it the way she knew Odin liked. Slowly, from base to tip, base to tip. He moaned loudly and his hips arched, striving for more contact. Frigga smiled as she squeezed his length tighter, and stood it up.

Odin gasped as she lowered herself onto him, and his head kicked back against the pillow. Frigga moaned as she felt Odin go deeper than he ever had before, and she savored the sensation for a moment.

"So deep…" Odin moaned. "Gods…I'm so deep inside you…" Frigga swallowed hard, her hands on Odin's chest. She slowly rose up, and Odin whimpered, not wanting to be outside of her. She quickly sat down again, and her husband's fists knotted in the sheets, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead. He cried out as she took all of him inside her again, and she swept his damp hair out of his eyes.

"Hush, my love. Let me ride you to a finish." She purred as she continued to move up and down. Odin groaned as she rode him. This was so new to him, his woman being on top. It was Asgardian custom that the men rode the women, not the other way around. This was beyond anything he had been taught. But Gods, he loved it. He loved that she was in control, that she chose their pace. The pace that was driving him to his release.

Frigga smiled as she moved faster, knowing that Odin had never been on the bottom before. Honestly, it had taken some persuasion of herself to try this bold move. It was Freya who had first told her about it. She had explained exactly how to bring a man to the very edge, and then bring him back again, until he was begging for mercy. Frigga swallowed hard when she saw Odin's muscles knot, and she knew he was close. Time for the next part of the plan.

Frigga sat up fully, unsheathing Odin's cock from within her. His eyes flew open, confused. He made a little crying noise in protest and raised his hips, trying to get back inside her.

"F-Frigga…" he whimpered. "Please…I'm so c-close…" he groaned. Frigga gently stroked him, licking her lips as she saw the crystalline drops of liquid on the tip of his cock.

"I know, my king." She soothed. Odin made a little hiccupping noise as his entire body twitched and spasmed, his cock screaming, begging for release. Frigga slowly moved down, so that her mouth was inches away from Odin's manhood. His eyes widened when he saw her smile devilishly.

"What are you…" he started to say. His next words, however, were quickly forgotten.

Frigga leaned down and took his full, heavy cock in her mouth, and Odin bellowed in pleasure. She slowly moved her head up and down, creating suction as she went. Frigga felt a heavy wetness between her legs, and recognized how fiercely aroused she was. Odin's cock was massive, and she gagged slightly as she deepthroated him. He moaned and tangled his fingers in her hair, pushing her head down.

Frigga gagged again, and took his cock out of her mouth long enough to lick the pre-cum off, and tease the head of it with her tongue. Odin gasped in ecstasy, and Frigga took him back in her mouth, moving her tongue around his tip, up and down his shaft. She brought him to the very edge of climax, and Odin cried out as his hips surged, desperate to gain his release.

She kept teasing him, letting him think that she was going to let him cum, and then backing off again. Odin was past the point of rational thought. All he knew was that his cock in Frigga's mouth felt like heaven. She continued sucking him, making soft, wet sounds, and Odin cried out in euphoria.

"Please…F-Frigga, please…" he begged. Frigga smiled and took a long lick. She took him as deep as she could into her mouth, her free hand gently cupping his heavy sac. As she bobbed her head faster than she had before, playing with the tip with her tongue, Odin's muscles in his stomach tightened as he felt himself tipping over the edge.

This time, Frigga let him. She kept up her steady rhythm, and Odin roared as his release finally found him. He came so hard he saw stars, and his fingers fisted in Frigga's hair as he spilled his seed into her mouth. Frigga moaned as she swallowed his cum, and eventually Odin's body relaxed, his hips jerking slightly from time to time at aftershocks of pleasure. She lovingly licked his cock clean, making sure she had gotten every drop of him off himself.

When she looked up, Odin's eyes were glazed, and he was looking at her with absolute devotion.

"I…love…you." He said. Frigga smiled as she laid herself down beside him, and he quickly pulled her into his arms.

"I love you too, Odin. So much…" she whispered back. She could feel that his body was limp, utterly boneless. When she felt him rest his head on top of hers and let out a deep sigh of a man well satisfied, she smiled. She knew she had pleased him well.

"Sleep, my king. Rest." She crooned to him. He murmured slightly, and his eyes slid closed. Frigga snuggled closer to him, and his arms wrapped around her tighter. As Frigga's eyes slid closed, a smile stayed on her mouth. Maybe being queen wouldn't be so bad, after all.

The next morning, after Odin and Frigga had dressed and eaten breakfast, Frigga paced nervously across their room.

"Beloved, you'll be fine. Stop worrying." Odin soothed as he adjusted his golden armor. He looked at his bride lovingly, and thought again how lucky he was. Frigga looked absolutely stunning in her navy blue dress, with silver thread embroided in the seams. Her hair was done up in a crown of braids, with the rest of it falling down loose on her shoulders.

"I can't stop worrying! No matter how hard I try to calm myself, my nerves just won't quit." She wailed. Odin strode across the floor to her and took her into his arms. Frigga wrapped her arms around her husband and sighed as some of her tension left her.

Odin's hand slowly rubbed her back, and her eyes closed as she felt herself relax. No matter how afraid, how nervous she was, when Odin held her, she always felt as though everything would turn out fine.

"I have to go to the Great Hall now." Odin murmured to her. "I'll wait for you there." Frigga nodded wordlessly against his chest, and he gave her a final squeeze. He lifted her chin in his hand so that she was looking up at him, and looked at her tenderly. "You're going to do fine."

"I hope so, my love." Frigga said, and she giggled when he kissed the tip of her nose. He winked at her playfully, and then turned and strode out of the room, his cape the last to disappear around the corner. Frigga watched him go, and then sighed. Odin was right. She needed to be strong, for her people.

Odin sat in his throne, waiting anxiously for his wife to arrive. The people of Asgard had gathered for the third time this month in the Great Hall, and with just as much enthusiasm as before. They had all seen lady Frigga on her tour of Asgard, and they all adored her. She was kind, gentle, and beautiful beyond belief.

The biggest event, however, that stood out in their minds was an incident that occurred while she and the king had been visiting a small, poor village. The king had been deep in conversation with one of the tradesmen there, and lady Frigga had noticed a young child, crying beside the river.

Being a kindhearted soul, she went over to see what was wrong. The guards didn't see her, but the ragged citizens did. They watched her silently as she knelt to the child.

"What's wrong, little one?" she asked in a gentle voice. "Why are young crying?" the little boy looked up, tears streaking his dirty face, and he wiped his eyes. In the ignorance of youth, he didn't know he was speaking to the future queen.

"My boat." He said simply, pointing with a grubby finger to a small toy boat stuck in some reeds close to the shore. "I can't reach it, and Father made it for me." He started to cry again. Frigga placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, and looked out at the boat.

It wasn't that deep, and she was wearing her riding clothes, a pair of black pants and a white blouse, so she wasn't going to ruin any clothes.

"Don't worry." She comforted, wiping the little boys tears away with her thumb. "I'll get your boat for you." The little boy looked up at her, his eyes shining with hope. Frigga smiled warmly down at him, and rose and walked to the river. She carefully walked in, her boots keeping her feet dry.

The people of the village were shocked. Here was the future queen, a well-bred noble's daughter, wading into a slimy river just to retrieve a young child's boat. Frigga waded in up to her knees, and grimaced when she felt a trickle over cold water run over the top of her boots. She quickly grabbed the boat out of the reeds it was caught in, and carefully waded back out.

The little boy was beside himself with joy as she handed him his boat, and Frigga laughed at his glowing smile. The sound of Frigga's laugh caught Odin's attention, and he turned from the tradesman to see his wife walking back towards the crowd, with a small, dirty child in her arms.

"Frigga!" he cried. "What are you doing?" Frigga looked up at him and smiled.

"Well, this little rascal." She paused to give the small boy a friendly poke. "Lost his boat in the river, so I went and got it for him." She said simply. Odin's mouth dropped open. His wife, almost royalty, had waded into a filthy river just to retrieve a child's boat. His heart thumped when he realized how truly kind Frigga was, and he at once knew that she would be a great queen.

The little boy was babbling away to Frigga about his boat, about how his father made it, and a million other things. Frigga smiled politely and nodded, asking questions to clarify once and awhile. The villagers were amazed that the soon-to-be queen had shown such kindness, and the boy's parents came running out of the crowd.

"Oh, Loret! You naughty, naughty boy." His mother scolded. The little boy smiled widely when he saw his parents.

"Mother! Father! Look! The nice lady got my boat back for me!" he exclaimed happily.

"My lady, I am so sorry for my son…" the man began to apologize, but Frigga waved her hand.

"It's completely fine. We couldn't let a nice boat like that get away, could we?" she said to the small boy. He giggled and squirmed, and Frigga set him down gently. His mother scooped him up and looked at Frigga with awe.

The word of the future queen's remarkable act of selflessness soon spread around Asgard, until everyone knew of it. Odin smiled to himself as he remembered this, and was shaken out of his daydream by the sound of drums.

He looked up eagerly, and the crowd cheered as Frigga walked towards the throne. Odin's heart swelled with pride when he saw that she walked with her head held high and a smile on her face, looking proud and confident as she waved to the people. When she reached the stairs to the throne, she looked up at Odin and smiled at him.

He smiled lovingly back down at her, and everyone in the Hall knew that the king and future queen shared a special bond, a love that not many have. They had all seen the happy couple at numerous public appearances, and walks through the countryside and city. Every time, the king had never let go of his wife's hand, and she had stayed glued to his side.

Frigga quickly climbed the stairs, and knelt before her husband, her king. Odin looked down at her, and brought Gungnir down upon the floor, silencing the crowd's cheering instantly.

"Frigga Feldspardottir." He began. "You have been chosen to become my right hand in ruling over the people, the Queen of Asgard, Mother of all the 9 Realms. Do you accept this position?" he boomed. Frigga's voice was strong and steady when she answered.

"I accept." She said confidently. That's my girl. Odin thought.

"Do you swear to guard the people, place them before yourself, and put Asgard first, no matter what?" he asked. Frigga nodded.

"I swear."

"Do you swear, that you shall never turn your back on your duties, and remain committed until the end of days, Ragnarok?"

"I swear."

"Then, my beloved Frigga, as king, I hereby pronounce you Royal Queen of Asgard, Mother of the 9 Realms, protector of the people. Rise, now." He said. Frigga rose to face Odin, her heart pounding in her chest. She had done it. She was Queen of Asgard. Odin looked at her and winked, and slipped his arm around her waist.

"People of Asgard, I present to you, your queen!" he boomed. The crowd exploded into cheers, roaring their approval. Odin smiled down at his wife, his queen. His equal. "I love you, my queen." He whispered.

"And I love you, my king." Frigga murmured back. Odin grinned own at her, and pulled to him, bringing his mouth down over hers. The crowd roared, and Frigga smiled against her husband's lips. She was home.

That night, after the celebration had calmed down somewhat, Odin and Frigga retired to their chambers and were lying side by side in bed.

"You did absolutely splendid, my queen." Odin praised her. Frigga blushed when he called her his queen. He loved calling her that, and she, being a naturally modest woman, was unused to being addressed as such.

"Thank you, my love. I couldn't have done it without you." She said. Odin smiled as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Frigga tangled her tongue with his, her hands sliding into his hair, his finding her breast.

Odin had the sudden, insane urge to take her, to mark her as his. Truthfully, he had been insanely jealous of every young man who had greeted the new queen, kissing her hand just a little too gently, looking at her just a little too long. He growled low as Frigga's hand found his stiff, massive cock, and she smiled against his lips. She knew her husband was in a possessive, primal mood, and she liked it.

She loved when Odin was jealous, possessive of her. She loved it when he fucked her hard, snarling in her ear that she was his, and only his. She would moan and beg for more, groaning out that she belonged to him forever, and more, please more…

She bit her lip when she saw Odin watching her intently, sapphire flames blazing in his eyes.

"You're mine." He said simply. Frigga smiled inwardly, and decided she would tease him a bit, to see how far he would go.

Well, technically I am the queen now, so I technically don't belong to anyone." She said thoughtfully, her grey eyes dancing. Odin's jaw tightened, and he smiled savagely. He knew she was teasing him, and she was going to get exactly what she wanted. To be fucked as hard as he could, mercilessly, until she was screaming for more.

"Is that so?" he said mildly. Frigga's eyes flashed with uncertainty. That wasn't the reaction she had expected…

Odin suddenly reared up on his knees, pulling Frigga up with him. She gasped as he kissed her roughly, hungrily, devouring her mouth.

"On you hands and knees." He commanded roughly. Frigga trembled as she obeyed him, a heavy ache growing between her legs. She moaned she felt Odin slip two calloused fingers inside of her, pressing deep. She felt his hard stomach and chest against her back, his lips at her ear.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Frigga?" he whispered. "Do you want my cock inside you?" Frigga moaned and cried out when he slipped yet another finger into her, stretching her so wide… "Answer me!" he demanded as he pushed his three fingers into her as deep as he could.

"Yes! Yes, I want your cock inside me! Fuck me Odin, please!" she cried. Odin grinned savagely.

"That's better." He said. Odin licked the fingers of his free hand and used them to wet the head of his cock, and shifted so that he was pressing against her anus. He grinned as he pushed inside. Frigga gasped as she felt his manhood slide inside a place she had never thought to entertain a man, and moaned aloud as his cock and his fingers started a hard, fast rhythm within her.

"Now, what was that little snip you said about not belonging to anyone?" he growled in her ear.

"I didn't mean it, my king! Oh Gods…" Frigga moaned. "I belong to you, and only you…" she gasped. Odin's eyes closed in pleasure as he listened to her. That's what he wanted to hear.

"Good girl." he growled. Suddenly, he pulled both his cock and fingers out of her, and Frigga started to whimper in protest, but was interrupted when Odin slammed his cock back inside of her, where his fingers had been. He started pumping her hard and fast, and Frigga came almost instantly, her insides squeezing Odin's cock like a vise. He gritted his teeth and held on, barely, as he sent Frigga spinning towards another release.

She came hard another 3 times before Odin finally let himself cum. He bellowed in triumph, his roar echoing faintly down the corridors of the palace, letting everyone in Asgard know that Frigga belonged to him.

He collapsed on top of her then, spent. They lay there panting for a while, fighting to catch their breath.

"Mine?" Odin asked her after he could speak.

"Yours." Frigga said simply.

The next day, Odin and Frigga decided to take a walk after supper.

"Let's go to our meadow." Odin suggested. Frigga nodded and smiled up at him.

"Sounds good, my love." she agreed. Odin smiled and took her hand, and Frigga laced her fingers through his. They walked silently through the forest, listening to the nocturnal sounds.

When they reached the meadow, Frigga smiled at the memory of their first kiss. Odin voice in her ear startled her slightly, and his arms wrapped around her waist.

"Let's go to the bridge." He said. Frigga nodded.

"Are you sure it's safe?" she teased. Odin laughed and kissed her.

"I'm sure." She smiled up at him and they crossed the meadow, making their way quickly to the old stone bride. Odin helped Frigga onto the ledge, and they sat there side by side, their legs hanging over the edge of the bridge. The full moon reflected off the water, and cricket sang in the distance.

"I love you, Frigga." Odin whispered to her.

"I love you, Odin." Frigga murmured back.

Odin wrapped his arms around Frigga. He smiled in contentment as he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her slight, warm figure in his arms. He kissed the top of her head, and held her tighter. She was his wife, his queen, his lover, his friend. And he would never let her go.

Frigga smiled as she looked over at the king of Asgard, who had become so much more than that to her over the past while. He was her devoted husband, her passionate lover, and her trusted best friend. Her eyes closed when she felt his strong arms wrap around her, holding her tight to his chest. She could hear the beat of his strong heart, the heart she had managed to capture.

Forever suddenly seemed like a beautiful word.