A/N: This chapter is more of a fluff chapter I suppose. I realize it is a slow moving story and I promise the chapters are going to begin to encompass more than one day at a time soon. I hope you enjoy this chapter and will continue reading this story as the chapters are posted, and PLEASE, PLEASE reviews are wanted!
"You re-broke her jaw!" Brynjar exclaimed as he spun her around the sitting room of Alastor's house. "Her mum is going to be pissed!"
"Did you see your mum after she hit her?!" Malfoy laughed as he lounged back in his chair. "She 'accidentally' kicked dirt in her face!"
"My mum really hates her, I'm surprised that's all she did." Brynjar said as he popped open a bottle of firewhiskey.
"Was breaking her jaw necessary?" Hermione asked timidly from her seat by the fireplace, holding her stack of books that Cuyler insisted upon carrying to Asta's floo for her. Asta didn't have the heart to tell Cuyler to piss off, he looked like a puppy following her until they left, offering to help her with the littlest things. It was a side of him that neither Asta or Brynjar had ever seen before, it was both sweet and a little sad.
"Yes." Asta said exasperatedly as she drained her glass of firewhiskey. "She thinks she's better than me, and that I don't deserve Brynjar, and that I'm ugly! She deserved to get her jaw broken for running her mouth, again."
"Yes, but did you need to use your foot?!" Hermione asked, trying to hold in her laughter as she thought of the look on that Vashti girls face when Asta's foot connected with her jaw.
"My legs are stronger." Asta shrugged with a laugh before tapping her glass on the counter for Brynjar to fill up again.
"So Hermione." Brynjar called out to her from the kitchen. "I couldn't help but notice my buddy Cuyler following you around all morning." He said with a grin, making Hermione blush and look down at her books.
"Yes, he was really sweet." Hermione said with an uncontrollable smile as she looked at the books in her lap, remembering him carrying them for her in one hand. "Are all the guys in your village that big and strong?" Hermione asked timidly, looking up at Brynjar from her stack of books.
"Yes I'm the biggest and the smallest is 6' and a smaller build than me." Brynjar said cockily, winking at Asta, making her roll her eyes and smirk at his cheek.
"Oh wow." Hermione said blushing slightly as she stared off into space thinking about how massive all the Viking men are. She really found Cuyler attractive and he was really sweet to her today, if only she had gotten to know him better before they left. "What is he normally like? Cuyler, that is." She asked shyly as she set her books down on the floor before walking into the kitchen, leaving Malfoy sitting forgotten in the sitting room.
"He's a lot like Brynjar. He can be an ass but he is really sweet and kind." Asta said smartly earning her a hair pull from Brynjar from across the counter.
"But he's a fucking bookworm! Kid reads any time we ain't hanging out, sparring, or training." Brynjar said before draining his glass. "Now I read, don't misunderstand me, but he reads A LOT!"
Hermione's heart soared when she heard that. He reads as much as she does, she would be able to have intelligent conversations with him and not have to explain everything to him! Plus he was very handsome and sweet and he was strong, not normally one of her requirements in a man but it was a VERY nice perk.
"What kind of books does he read?" Hermione asked, barely able to control her excitement.
"All kinds of books, but mostly educational, books he can learn shit from to put into practical use." Brynjar said making a disgusted face.
"Mostly defense books and curse breaking books." Asta clarified, leaning towards Hermione slightly.
"Curse breaking?" Hermione asked completely surprised. "Curse breaking is really difficult magic. Has he ever put his knowledge on that subject to practice?" She asked eagerly, becoming more and more intrigued by the man as they talked about him.
"Uhhhh I think so, once at least. He's really smart, smarter than me when it comes to books and stuff." Brynjar replied. "But I'm more of a physical, hands on, kind of guy." Brynjar added, yet again winking at Asta, who returned the wink playfully.
"Don't misunderstand him, Cuyler is really strong and a really good fighter, he just prefers books." Asta added quickly, not wanting Hermione to think Brynjar was implying Cuyler is weak.
"Strength isn't something that's important to me." Hermione said flatly, as she thought of the brown haired man from earlier. "I look more for loyalty, kindness, values, things like that."
Asta couldn't believe was she was hearing. It was odd to her, for a girl to not be impressed and won over by a guys strength. She cared about a guys personality too and his values and the like, but strength means safety to her.
"You don't care about strength? Really?" Asta asked, looking at Hermione as though she had four heads. "That's new."
"I mean I don't hate that he's strong, it is a really attractive quality, it's just not something I require for a guy." Hermione explained as she summoned a glass for herself and filled it with firewhiskey.
"Yeah, that is strange to me." Asta said as she drained her glass, admiring the size of her new boyfriends arms and shoulders fondly.
"Well I thought your friend was very charming, size and strength, and all." Hermione said as she finished off her glass of firewhisley.
"Well, we know he was charmed by you." Brynjar said as he poured Hermione another glass. "Perhaps when this is all over, you and him could go out on a date." He added nonchalantly. "I know he would love that."
"Actually do you think Cuyler would like to be my date to Bill Weasley's wedding next weekend? I know it's short notice, but I was told I could bring a date, and clearly I have been too busy to find one." Hermione explained quickly, as Brynjar chocked on a mouthful of fire whiskey. "If he doesn't that's fine... I just thought I'd ask..."
"Stun them, I'll be back in five minutes." Brynjar said as he rushed towards the floo.
Asta waved her hand at Hermione who started to free fall to the floor, before Asta caught her. Asta rested her on the floor and went to stun Malfoy, only to find he wasn't in his chair. Immediately she started searching the house for him, finding him in the room he was using for a bedroom.
"Oh here you are." Asta said in a surprised tone as she saw him laying face down on the bed. "It's two o'clock in the afternoon, why are you sleeping?"
"I couldn't listen to you two help rip my heart out of my chest and stomp on it." Malfoy said roughly through his pillow.
"Oh. Right." Asta said nervously, rocking back and forth on her feet. "Sorry, we kind of forgot."
Malfoy sat up on the edge of his bed and and rested his elbows on his knees. He should have known he'd never get a chance to be with her, he was too hopeful from their conversation the other day. She would never fall for a Death Eater, and he was stupid for thinking she would.
"It's fine, I should have known she would never be with someone like me." Malfoy said before he flung his back on the bed and stared at the ceiling in his own little fantasy world.
Asta wasn't good at comforting people, that's something Brynjar always did, so she wasn't sure how to handle the situation.
"Look you never know, things might not work out with Cuyler." Asta attempted to comfort Malfoy who looked at her incredulously.
"Are you serious?" Malfoy asked with a sneer on his face. "The man is big, strong, kind, and a bookworm; and you think that I would stand a chance against him?"
Honestly, she didn't. Cuyler is a lot like Brynjar, except he has a slightly smaller build. But he is a good guy, deserving of love and a nice woman like Hermione.
"You never know, just don't be a baby about it." Asta said as she turned to walk back towards the stairs. "If you truly love her, you will want her to be happy." With that she turned and began to make her way back downstairs, and just in time.
Brynjar and Cuyler were coming through the floo just as she reached where Hermione was, still passed out on the floor.
"What's with your face?" Asta asked Cuyler tactlessly, srunching up her face as she hoisted Hermione onto her shoulder and carried her to the couch. He had blood trickling from his lip and his jaw was starting to bruise from where, it looked as though, he had been hit.
"When Brynjar, King of Perfect Timing by the way," Cuyler said jokingly as he shoved Brynjar towards Malfoy's chair, "came to get me, I was sparring with Gunnar." He began as he pulled a rag out of his pocket to wipe the blood off his lip and chin. "When I heard him say Hermione asked for me, I got distracted and Gunnar took a cheap shot." Cuyler explained as he tried to straighten himself up before they woke Hermione.
"I'd leave the wounds alone mate." Brynjar suggested as he magicked the rag from Cuyler's hand. "She's a caring girl, she might tend to your wounds." Brynjar finished with a devilish smirk.
"Are you guys always this conniving?" Asta asked with a disgusted look on her face as she looked between the two smirking brick walls before her.
"Yes." They answered in unison, making Asta roll her eyes before she started waking Hermione.
"Hermione? Hello? Hermione?" Asta coaxed kindly, shaking Hermione slightly, but she continued to sleep on. "Hermione, Cuyler's here." Asta tried, getting an instant result.
Hermione's eyes flew open, and she pushed herself up onto her feet, trying to straighten herself up for him. When her eyes landed on him, she gasped as the sight of his face and immediately started digging in her bag for something to clean him up.
"Told you." Brynjar whispered in his friends ear before making his way behind Asta, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Let's give them some privacy." Asta suggested, turning her head up to look at Brynjar with a mischievous grin.
"Or give yourself some privacy, that sounds more accurate." Cuyler joked as he watched Brynjar's face go from playful to hungry.
"Yeah that." Asta said with a dismissive eye roll. "We will be back down in a bit." Asta added as she took Brynjar's hand in hers and pulled him through the sittingroom.
Brynjar winked to Cuyler as he followed Asta out of the sitting room, and slyly gestured at his chest. Cuyler caught on quickly and swiped his hand down his abs, and winked back at Brynjar, who gave him a thumbs up before disappearing up the stairs.
"What happened to your lip?" Hermione asked as she pulled him towards the couch she had been laying on, so she could tend to his wound. "What happened to your stomach!" She exclaimed as she saw the blood soaking through the bottom of his shirt.
"Got blindsided while sparring with Gunnar." Cuyler said smoothly, soaking in her beauty. She made a sweater and jeans look so classy and beautiful, he couldn't believe how perfect she was.
"How did you get blindsided?" Hermione asked as she dabbed his bottom lip delicately, admiring the shape of his lips and how soft they look.
"Brynjar came running over and told me you were asking for me, I got distracted and Gunnar took a cheap shot." Cuyler said with a smirk as he watched her face redden.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" Hermione blurted out, feeling guilty she had gotten him hurt. "I should have asked him to send you an owl or something less likely to get you hurt! I'm sorry!" She babbled on as she began to apply a magical cream to speed up the healing process.
"Don't worry about, I'm a strong guy, I can take a hit." He said encouragingly, trying to make her not feel guilty. "Besides, being in the audience of a beautiful woman makes the pain seem like nothing." He added smoothly, taking her hand in his and lightly kissing the top of her hand, carefully avoiding getting blood on her.
Hermione's cheeks turned red, and her eyes grew dark as she watched and felt his lips press against her hand. It sent her stomach aflutter with butterflies as he looked from her hand, into her eyes. He has such beautiful eyes, the color of honey and big and mesmerizing.
"I uhh… Thank you." Hermione said shakily, internally cursing herself for saying 'thank you for getting hit in the face because I distracted you'. "Umm can… can you lift your shirt." Hermione stuttered as she tried to some back down from her high. Cuyler raised an eyebrow playfully, making Hermione turn redder. "To tend to your wound."
Cuyler nodded and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it completely off his body, making Hermione freeze where she was and marvel at his muscles.
'He has a body like a God. He is so… defined. Merlin help me.' She thought to herself as she looked at his body, resisting the strong urge she had to run her hands down his chest and abs.
"Wow." Hermione said aloud, without meaning to and immediately burying her head in her hands. "Oh I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that! I don't know why I-"
"Hey don't worry about it." Cuyler interrupted her, removing her hands from her face. "It's nice to hear a girl say that, and not about Brynjar for a change." Cuyler joked, trying to make her feel more relaxed.
"All the girls in your village really fawn over him?" Hermione asked curiously as she managed to calm herself enough to start working on the cut on his lower abs. "I thought he was just saying that to be impressive."
"Yeah, no." Cuyler said, thinking of Alvilda to keep his treacherous cock under control while Hermione worked so close to his belt. "All the girls love him because he is the biggest and strongest guy in our village. So it's nice to be appreciated by a pretty girl, it's refreshing."
"I told them that build and strength don't matter to me as much as intellect, values, loyalty; things like that are what I look for in a guy." Hermione rambled on as she worked on healing the cut.
"Really?" Cuyler asked hopefully, while internally cheering that she was different from the girls in his village.
As soon as Asta and Brynjar crossed the threshold to the bedroom, Brynjar scooped her up, as he kicked the door shut. Asta magically locked the door, and silenced the room, while kissing Brynjar. He laid her on the bed and crawled over her, like earlier this morning, but this time he laid his lower body down on top of her.
"Mmmmmm." Brynjar groaned as he felt the pressure against his newly awoken cock.
"Well hello there." Asta said cheekily, pulling away from his lips, slightly smirking at him. She rolled her hips slightly, wanting to see how he would react.
As soon as he felt her hips moving beneath him, and the added pressure against his cock, he threw his head back and groaned.
"Fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk!" He groaned as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head down into the bed, making her moan. "That was mean." He said in a gravelly tone in her ear, before he kissed her neck making her moan more.
He started sliding his hand up her torso, feeling every curve carefully, before stopping abruptly at the start of her breasts. He was unsure of whether or not she would be ok with him groping her, and wasn't willing to take the chance without permission.
"It's ok." She moaned as he continued to kiss her neck, moving her hand onto his, moving their hands so they were hovering above her breast. "They're yours."
Hearing her say that fueled the carnal beast inside him, and he moaned appreciatively as he filled his hand with her breast. As his hand filled with her breast, he gently bit her neck making her arch her back in pleasure. Brynjar edged his fingers towards the collar of her shirt, wanting nothing more than to pull back her shirt and bra, exposing her breast. He felt Asta's hand move with his fingers, and pull back the collar of her shirt.
When he felt her guiding his hand he looked up and saw her eyes were screwed shut, nervous of what his reaction would be when he saw her partially vulnerable for the first time. When he felt her erect nipple graze the top of his fingers, he looked down and groaned appreciatively at the beautiful sight. He felt Asta squirming under him, clearly feeling insecure, something Brynjar quickly put a stop to.
"You are so beautiful, Asta. Every inch of you is beautiful, never let anyone convince you otherwise." Brynjar whispered huskily in her ear before kissing her neck, down her collar bone and chest, stopping at her breast.
Asta was completely undone by his words. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. She was completely and thoroughly aroused by his actions and now his words. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.
She swiped her hand halfway down her shirt, cutting it enough to where she could rip it off the rest of the way. She arched her back slightly as she worked to undo her bra and quickly cast it aside, before tugging Brynjar's shirt off over his head.
Brynjar responded with equal urgency as his eyes and hands roved over Asta's torso. He couldn't believe there could actually be a woman this beautiful allowed to exist amongst regular people. She was beautiful! He was extremely pleased that given her size, she actually had decent sized breasts. He suddenly found himself on his back, with Asta straddling his lap, working on undoing his jeans. When he felt her undo the button and pull the zipper down, he froze, completely nervous about what was inevitably going to happen.
He wanted so badly to throw her down and bury himself deep within her walls, but he didn't want to rush this with her. On the other hand, they could both die at any point in time come Saturday, and who wants to die a virgin? He was shaken from his internal struggle when he felt a strong pressure around his erection. When he looked down he saw Asta's hand wrapped around his bare cock. He threw his head back, overwhelmed by this new and erotic sight, and begun thrusting his hips opposite her hand movements.
Asta was thoroughly aroused by the sight and sound of Brynjar feeling pleasure, it made her want to do more to make him moan for her. Then, she remembered something Taylor told her she had done to Gunnar when they were dating a few months ago, and decided to give it a try.
She shifted herself down towards his feet, and lowered her head towards her groin. As she slid her hand down to the base of his shaft, she slowly took Brynjar's hard cock into her mouth, monitoring Brynjar's expression.
As soon as he felt a wetness sliding down around him, he immediately looked down at his groin, moaning upon seeing her head bobbing away.
"Fuck that feels good!" Brynjar moaned as he watched Asta almost completely take his length into her mouth.
Asta felt a wave of heat wash over her when he said that, and she wanted to hear more. She bobbed her head slower, and lower down his shaft, she could feel his head hitting the back of her throat. Brynjar groaned appreciatively when he felt her lips at the base of his prick, without gagging.
"Mmmmmm. Do that again." Brynjar pleaded, looking down at Asta who was reaching out for his hand. When she finally got a hold of it, she guided it to the back of her head, mimicking a grabbing gesture with her hand as she did as he requested.
Brynjar groaned, and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled on it lightly, causing her to moan while her lips were still wrapped around his length. The vibration from her moan started to push him closer and closer to the edge. He couldn't hold it back any longer. His moans started getting louder, and he started thrusts became more urgent, and he could feel his release coming.
"Fuck!" Brynjar cried, as he felt her hand wrap around his base. "Fuck, Asta I'm gonna come." He grunted as he quickly thrust one last time, before his seed shot into her mouth.
The pleasure he felt became greater and greater, before it became too much for him to take. He pulled Asta off his sated cock by her hair, and then pulled her up to meet his lips by her arms. He kissed her passionately, grateful for what she had just done for him, before flipping her on to the mattress, eager to repay her.
"Where did you learn how to do that?" Brynjar asked playfully, already knowing the answer. Slowly kissing his way down her body.
"Ta-Ta-Taylor told me," Asta began, pausing briefly to moan when Brynjar hit a sensitive spot on her neck, "about her and… and Gunnar."
"Well then, I owe Taylor a HUGE thank you because, that was fucking amazing." Brynjar replied seductively, finally reaching the button of her shorts with his lips.
Eager to play out one of his many, MANY fantasies, he undid the button and zipper of her shorts with his teeth, making Asta's breath catch. He slid her shorts down and off her legs, before groaning at the sight of her wine red thong, the last piece of clothing standing in his way.
He bowed his head once again towards Asta's body, and began kissing his way down her from where he left off. He kissed her skin twice before reaching the fabric of her underwear, dragging the fabric down with his teeth.
Once she was fully exposed, she felt vulnerable, weakened even. She tried to cover herself with a pillow, but Brynjar threw it to the floor.
"You're safe with me." Brynjar declared in a soft, yet dangerous tone, as he looked her in the eye. "And you're fucking beautiful." He added in a gravelly tone, as he ran his hands as far up her sides as he could, returning his attention to his new girlfriends beautiful body. He groaned at the sight that only he will ever be able to see. Every scar, every bump, every curve was beautiful, and his. Finally his.
He was really happy to see that she was one of the few girls in their village that gets rid of the hair down there. While Asta is the first naked woman he has seen, that wasn't in a book, he has heard of a good number of girls who didn't clean themselves up down there. For Asta, he would have powered through it, but he was really happy that he didn't have to.
He kissed his way down towards her core, glancing up at her with each kiss, to see if she wanted him to stop. Her eyes were dark with longing, and she was biting her lip in anticipation. Once he reached her clit, he placed a gentle kiss on it, and she threw her head down into the pillow behind her. Brynjar parted her legs more with his hands, before possessively placing his hands firmly on Asta's hips. He lowered his head down towards her core again, and ran his tongue all the way from her entrance to her clit, earning him a loud moan from Asta.
Asta was in Valhalla, feeling his tongue massage her core in a way she never thought she would feel. Every flick, and languid lick from Brynjar's tongue elicited a new sound from Asta that made Brynjar eager try every trick her heard his friends talk about using on their girlfriends, or fuck buddies.
After a few minutes Asta found herself writhing in Brynjar's grip, as he sucked on her clit.
"Ohhhh fuuuuuckkk!" Asta moaned as Brynjar continued to suck on her most sensitive spot.
Not a moment later, Brynjar decided to plunge one of his long, and rather large, fingers into Asta. He pushed his finger in, right down to the knuckle, making Asta call out his name.
"FUCK! Brynjar!" She cried, arching her back in pleasure, bringing Brynjar's erection back with a vengeance.
As soon as he heard her call out his name, he groaned before dipping his head back down to finish her off. Determined now to hear her cry out his name as she falls over the edge.
He began sucking on her clit once more as he added a second finger into her core, earning him a long loud moan.
She needed to feel him deeper inside of her. She braced her hands against the headboard and pushed herself down, in an attempt to feel him fill her more. As he pumped his two fingers in her core she could feel herself getting closer to finishing, and she placed her hands on both sides of Brynjar's face and held him in the most effective spot.
Brynjar decided to test his theory about her and waved his free hand, conjuring ropes that tied Asta's hands to the headboard. Asta moaned as she felt the bonds tie her up, she both loved and hated the restriction, causing her try and free herself.
"Fuck. Please Brynjar, I'm so close! Please, please, please." Asta begged in a desperate whisper that made Brynjar's cock jump.
"Mmmmmmmm." Brynjar moaned as he flicked his tongue against her once, making her moan. "I like hearing you beg." He grunted as he moved the pad of his thumb in circles over her clit, making her whimper.
"Please…." Asta breathed as she felt herself begin to fall over the edge. "Mmmmm-nnnnn, FUCK BRYNJAR!" She cried as she finally found her release. Her back arched high as her walls tightened around Brynjar's fingers.
Brynjar groaned as he heard her cry out for him in ecstasy, and when he felt her tight walls close around his fingers, he wished more than anything that it was his prick that was getting squeezed, instead of his fingers.
Asta's whole body was trembling as Brynjar placed a few gentle kisses on her clit, making her jump.
"Sensitive are we?" Brynjar asked cockily as he waved his hand, making the bonds disappear before crawling up her body. "You," he said before kissing her gently, "are fucking amazing, do you know that?"
"Why's that?" Asta asked cockily, as she ran her hand down to his freshly engorged length and began stroking it, making him lose focus.
"Because… Because you…" Brynjar struggled, his arms shaking as he tried to support his weight, form sentences, and enjoy the pleasure all at once. "Mmmmmmmm-Fuck that feels good."
"Mmm does it?" Asta asked playfully, before rubbing his tip against her still-wet core.
Brynjar collapsed onto his elbows as he felt his head become wet from her juices. He wanted so badly to just plunge into her folds until he came again, but he tried to fight the urge back, still standing firm on not rushing their relationship any further than they already have.
"Fuck." Brynjar panted, still trying to maintain control of himself. "Ohhh fuck you're so wet."
"Mmmm you're so big, I think you'll split me in half!" Asta moaned as she continued to rub his head between her folds, loving the intimate feeling of him being so close to her.
Brynjar growled, almost whimpered, when she said that. 'She's fucking killing me! I want to so bad, but I shouldn't. Fuck that feels so good!' Brynjar thought to himself as he tried to muster the strength to pull away from her enticing core.
"Mmmmm, don't say things like that." Brynjar both warned and pleaded, as he struggled to leave the soft warmth between Asta's legs. "You're making it hard to control myself."
"Well, I'm certainly making it hard." Asta moaned cheekily, as she slyly slipped part of his head inside her.
"Oh shit!" Brynjar grunted out as he felt a slight pressure wrapping around his head. "Baby please!" Brynjar whimpered, as his whole body trembled with pleasure.
Asta moaned and started moving her hips when she heard him call her baby. "Because talking to me like that is going to make me want to stop." Asta grunted cheekily as she captured his lips with her, making him groan into her mouth.
"Odin's spear, you're fucking killing me." Brynjar groaned as he started kissing her with a sense of urgency. He wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled it roughly, before kissing her neck.
Asta groaned and slipped a little more of him in her core, making him whimper into her neck and leaving a love bite behind.
"I have waited seven years," Asta began, rolling her hips and listening to Brynjar pant in her ear, "to call you mine." Asta paused briefly to blow in his ear, making his cock twitch. "I want you. I need you. Please."
Please truly is the magic word, because as soon as she said it Brynjar groaned and slowly started to bury himself within her, moaning the whole way in. Before he became too blinded by desire, he held his hand over Asta's abdomen, casting a contraceptive charm.
"Fuck!" Brynjar cried out as he slowly started feeling more and more of himself being squeezed tightly by her walls. "Hearing you beg is the sexiest thing I've ever heard." Brynjar grunted as he kissed down her neck. "Beg me baby, beg me."
"Ohhhh Brynjar…" Asta groaned as she started to feel a pinching pain in her abdomen, as Brynjar began breaking her. "Choke me, please." She begged as she endured the pain that slowly started turning into pleasure.
Brynjar's hand slowly reached up and gently wrapped around her throat, applying light pressure, making her moan. The sound of her arousal made him push himself into her more, until he was buried to the hilt. He groaned as he felt himself fully buried within her, it was something he never felt before and he couldn't get over how amazing it felt. When he started to pull back out, they both moaned simultaneously at the pleasure from each other.
"Hohhhh shit! Oh fuck that feels so good." Brynjar moaned before biting Asta's collarbone.
Asta gasped, as well as she could with Brynjar choking her, at the sudden mixture of pain and pleasure. Feeling him dominate her and be rough with her in an intimate manner was exhilarating. She felt him flip her over onto her hands and knees and begin rhythmically thrusting into her, while pulling her head back by her hair.
"Harder…" Asta whimpered as he came closer and closer to the spot she needed him to hit.
Brynjar growled as he let go of her hair, and grabbed hold of her hips to better fulfill her request. He slammed into her repeatedly and hard per her request, making her cry out his name as she came closer to falling over the edge a second time. Just when he thought this girl couldn't get any sexier, she proves him wrong.
"Mmmmmmohhh Brynjar." Asta moaned as she lowered onto her elbows, giving Brynjar a better angle. "Please… Fuck me harder… Please…"
Brynjar groaned and felt his orgasm brewing as he listened to her beg him to be rougher. The girl that never begged anyone for anything, that was always in control, that was always strong; begging him to be rough with and dominate her sexually was the most arousing display he had ever seen.
"Odin, it's hot to hear you beg me!" Brynjar moaned as he sped up his thrusts, slamming into her like it was their last chance to be together.
"Brynjar, fuck!" Asta cried out as she pushed her hips back into Brynjar's lap. "I'm going to come!"
"Fuck!" Brynjar cried as his orgasm came strong and hard, as he shot his seed inside Asta, sending her over the edge as well.
"Oh, FUCK Brynjar!" Asta cried as she came after him, walls clenching around his sensitive prick, making his jump slightly. Asta rolled onto her back before Brynjar turned and fell onto his back, both perfectly sated. "A little sensitive were we?" Asta panted as she rolled over and began stroking Brynjar's chest.
"Shut… Up…" Brynjar panted before kissing the top of her head, thanking Odin and Merlin for silencing charms.
They both laid there for a few minutes, happy and sated, before Asta sat up bolt right.
"Fuck! Get dressed!" Asta commanded as she started climbing over a confused Brynjar, collecting her clothes and beginning to dress.
"What? Why? What's wrong?" Brynjar asked urgently as he tugged his pants up.
"We left Hermione alone with Cuyler for" Asta paused, quickly looking around for a clock until she finally found it and cursed, "fuck! Forty-five minutes!" Asta said with wide, imploring eyes.
"Oh shit." Brynjar said as he ripped his shirt over his head just as Asta flung the door open, and they both tore down stairs.
When they arrived at the threshold of the sittingroom, they saw Hermione and Cuyler laughing, in the exact same spots they had left them in and breathed a sigh of relief. Cuyler's a good guy, big heart, good morals, good manners and all that jazz. However, he hasn't learned how to control the little bit of Veela he has in him when it comes to girls. His imagination takes over, and the things he fantasizes about the girl he's with doing, she will start to physically do them thanks to his Veela charm.
So when they burst into the room, Cuyler looked at the gratefully from his seat on the couch, knowing why they looked so concerned.
"Everything going okay?" Asta asked as she slumped down into Malfoy's usual seat.
"Everything's fine. Why?" Hermione said, looking confusedly between Brynjar and Asta.
"No reason, just wanted to make sure he didn't try one of Arvid's horrid pick-up lines on you." Brynjar said nonchalantly as he sunk down on the floor in front of Asta. "Because if he did use one of Arvid's pick-up lines, you would have him dangling in the air by his ankle, throwing rocks at him." Brynjar finished, making Asta, Cuyler, and himself chuckle.
"I don't understand." Hermione said with a confused look on her face. "Are they cheesy or something?"
The three Vikings exchanged amused looks with each other before anyone answered Hermione's question.
"They are far from cheesy." Asta snorted as she looked to one of the boys to explain.
"Then what is wrong with his pick-up lines?" Hermione asked, still confused.
"Arvid is…. He's…. To be honest, Arvid is a pig and his pick-up lines reflect that." Cuyler explained as he tried to control his laughter as a few pick up lines came to mind.
"Are they that bad?" Hermione asked, slightly afraid to ask what they were like.
"That shirt is very becoming on you. If I were on you, I'd be coming on you too." Asta said in a mocking male voice, before bursting out in laughter with her friends.
"Your face reminds me of a wrench, every time I think of it my nuts tighten up." Cuyler laughed.
"I hope you like dragons, because I'll be dragon my balls across your face tonight." Brynjar laughed before falling onto his side, barely able to breathe he was laughing so hard.
Hermione looked horrified by all the things this guy says to girls in his village, she couldn't believe they were all laughing like it wasn't demeaning or insulting to the girl he said those things too.
"How can-" Hermione began but was cut off by Asta, who spat out another line.
"As long as I have a face, I'll always have a place for you to sit." Asta laughed barely keeping herself up in the chair.
"Do you remember when he said that to Vashti?!" Cuyler exclaimed between spurts of laughter.
"And…. And she lured him in and kneed him in the balls?!" Brynjar laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.
"He's such an ass." Asta said as they continued laughing until Hermione interrupted them.
"How can you three, you especially," Hermione gestured towards Asta, "find any of the crude things this boy says funny!" Hermione exclaimed looking incredulously between all of them. "Those 'pick-up lines' are insulting to women, not to mention disgusting. How can you possibly find them amusing?"
They all struggled to contain their laughter, in spite of Hermione's outburst, but were failing miserably. They could tell she was really upset by this but there was nothing they could do. They thought it was funny, he was their equivalent of a normal schools 'class clown'.
"It's funny because we all know each other." Asta began, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. "We know he is just being an ass, he doesn't really mean any of the things he says. When he is genuine, you can tell, but when he says those things to the other girls, he does it for a laugh."
"Yeah." Brynjar said, finally starting to regain his composure. "All the girls know he is just being an ass, they don't take it personally."
"Well they did when he first started saying that shit, but they don't anymore." Asta added, wondering why she was so offended by those pick-up lines. Clearly they were not meant to be taken seriously; no girl would let a man talk to her like that. "Why do they bother you that much?"
"Because no gentleman should speak to a lady that way." Malfoy interjected as he made his way down the stairs, apparently done sulking in his temporary bedroom.
Everyone turned to look at Malfoy who came to stand in the archway of the sittingroom, leaning against the post, looking at the other three with an annoyed look on his face.
"I mean honestly, 'I'll be dragon my balls across you face tonight?' Who the hell would think that saying that to a lady is okay, even if you know her?" Malfoy mocked angrily. He may have a tendency to shoot his mouth off to both genders without taking into consideration the effect his words will have, but he would never say such sexually crude things to or around a woman. He was raised to know better than to speak that way to a proper lady.
"They're just jokes, and our girls can handle crude catcalls like that better than woman of normal wizarding and muggle society." Cuyler countered defensively, starting to get annoyed with the scrawny blonde. "The girls know he is just being an ass. Arvid's mother is the strictest woman we've ever met, she would never allow him to say those things if the girls thought for one minute he was serious. They would have gone right to his mother and Arvid would be dead."
"Unless he bullied them into not saying anything to his mother." Malfoy countered angrily.
"Pa-ha!" Brynjar exclaimed obnoxiously as he rose to his feet, gesturing for Asta to stand up with him. "You see Asta?" Brynjar asked Malfoy, gesturing towards his new girlfriend.
"Yeah? What does she have to do with-" Malfoy began but was cut off by Brynjar.
"Asta is the smallest, full grown woman in our village, and you saw how much strength she has, how much power she has. Do you think that the other girls are weak? That they haven't been trained like Asta? Like they don't have the skills and agility that Asta has?" Brynjar asked Malfoy in a heated tone, not appreciating his people essentially being called dogs for joking around.
"Well, I mean, they don't match me in strength, agility, or skill; but they are still strong and powerful." Asta interjected, feeling the need to point out that none of the other girls in their village were like her to a 'T'.
"So don't insinuate for one second that they couldn't handle a threat from any man, or men." Brynjar finished, looking like he wanted to break everything in his path.
"So the girls are just okay with being catcalled like that? With such crude words and phrases?" Malfoy spat back, clearly not backing down from this argument.
"He does it ALL THE TIME!" Cuyler shouted jumping to his feet, making both Malfoy and Hermione jump. "They laugh him off! They know he's just putting on a show!"
"Now if he said something like that to Hermione-" Brynjar began, but was cut off by Cuyler who had whipped around, and was glaring at Brynjar.
"If he ever said anything like that to Hermione I'd fucking kill him." Cuyler growled through his teeth, turning his glare from Brynjar to Malfoy, and the whole room was silent.
Hermione was taken aback by how protective Cuyler was over her, considering they had just met literally hours ago. She was unsure of whether to find it sweet or terrifying that he already felt like it was his job to protect her. Even with the uncertainty she felt about his protectiveness, her heart raced when she heard him say he wouldn't tolerate anyone saying things like that to her.
"I mean, I'm more than positive that Hermione can deal with him herself, but I WOULD get my shots in once she was done if he ever said anything like that to her." Cuyler finished before walking towards the kitchen, helping himself to some firewhiskey.
Hermione followed him into the kitchen and sat next on a stool across from where he stood by the sink. Cuyler looked guiltily at her knowing he probably made her feel like a defenseless damsel, and was ready for whatever shitstorm cam his way.
Hermione sat down and looked at him, just looked at him, he is a very attractive man. He has short spiked brown hair, with a bushy brown beard and neatly trimmed mustache to match. His eyes are the color of honey and have the same effect a small puppies big eyes would have on you, your heart just melts when you look into them. His arms are huge and defined, as well as the rest of his body. He, like Brynjar, was wearing a cut-off shirt and combat boots, however Cuyler was wearing cargo shorts instead of jean shorts. He is perfect.
"I can take care of myself, but it is really comforting to hear that you wouldn't let anyone talk to me that way." Hermione said softly as she poured herself a glass of firewhiskey, downing it in one big gulp. Cuyler let out a low whistle as she set the glass on the counter, smirking with red cheeks.
"You might be able to play shot-for-shot with me, and last longer than fifteen shots." Cuyler complimented loudly, clearly trying to rile Brynjar or Asta.
"Hey!" Asta called from the sittingroom as she scrambled into the kitchen to defend herself. "I told you! I hadn't eaten that day! I can hold out passed fifteen shots any day!" Asta said defensively as she plopped herself into the seat next to Hermione.
"Mmmmmhmmmm." Cuyler said cheekily smiling at between Asta and Hermione, riling Asta up more.
"Didn't Asta kiss you that night?" Brynjar said with a smirk as he came to stand next to Cuyler, his arms folded making him look brutish.
"Yeah she did." Cuyler answered in a flirty tone, smirking and winking at Asta, making her turn red. "You are a lucky man mate." Cuyler added clapping Brynjar on the shoulder.
"Yeah I am." Brynjar replied in the same flirty tone as Cuyler, winking at Asta.
"MOVING ON!" Asta declared as she charmed the bottle of firewhiskey to refill all empty glasses. "Hermione didn't you have something to ask Cuyler?" Asta asked Hermione, nudging her in the arm with her elbow, making Hermione turn red.
"Umm yes I do. Right." Hermione rambled on nervously as she fiddled with her drink cup, avoiding eye contact with the beautiful man before her.
"Can I get a cup?" Malfoy asked shortly as he entered the kitchen, clearly not wanting to hear the woman he loves ask out another man, but not wanting to sit up stairs alone either. He decided when he came down from his room that Asta has a point, Hermione could wind up not liking Cuyler after a while, and she could fall for him.
Brynjar Cuyler tossed him a cup, which he held in front of him waiting for the bottle to fill his glass.
"What did you want to ask me Hermione?" Cuyler said, his whole body tingled with anticipation. He didn't know what she could possibly want after meeting him just a few hours ago, but he was eager to do anything he could to get a chance to become more to her.
Hermione was red and visibly nervous, fumbling with her glass and glancing up at him, only to look back down at her glass. She never asked anyone out before, and she had only been asked out once by an international Quidditch star. She had no clue how to properly ask someone out, but she had to do it if she wanted him to be her date, didn't she?
"Well… There's this wedding… next week at my friend Ron's house…" Hermione started nervously, glancing up at him to find him smiling sweetly at her, which offered her some ease and comfort. "It's umm… it's for Ron's older brother Bill… and I was told I could bring a date…"
As soon as she said 'bring a date', Cuyler cheered internally and became giddy. She wanted him to be her date to a wedding! Him! A guy she literally just met! 'This day could not get any better!' he thought to himself as he watched her stumble over her words.
"I was…. Well, I was wondering if ummm… If you would like to be my… my date… for the wedding.." Hermione FINALLY managed to ask, glancing at him more rapidly now for any inclination of his answer.
Cuyler was over the moon. Absolutely elated that this beautiful woman wanted him to escort her to a wedding. He could tell she was nervous, probably used to being the askee not the asker, so he wanted to make sure she knew how well she won him over. He walked around Brynjar and Malfoy, around the end of the counter, stopping in front of where Hermione sat nervously on her stool. He reached his hand out and took her hand in his, before bringing it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her dainty finger tips.
"I would love nothing more than to be your date to your friend's wedding." Cuyler said smoothly, smiling sweetly at her before pulling her up off the stool into a hug.
Hermione was preparing herself for the worst as she saw Cuyler making his way around the counter. She assumed he was so embarrassed and disgusted that he was going to the floo to leave. So when she felt him grab her hand and kiss her fingers before saying yes, she was completely taken aback. She was even more caught off guard when he pulled her into his arms. She was extremely relieved and happy that he said yes. She knew she royally mucked up that whole thing, and she was happy that, if nothing else, he took pity on her attempt.
"Thank you. I'm really glad you said yes, I know I royally mucked up that whole thing." Hermione said into his neck with a small laugh, still wrapped in his arms, trying to keep her happy tears at bay.
"The pleasure is all mine Beautiful." Cuyler replied sweetly as he begrudgingly released his hold on her, letting her sit back down on her stool. "I assumed you are used to being asked out, never having to ask anyone out, but you did good." Cuyler added as he leaned against the wall behind him.
"No, it's not that." Hermione said with a laugh, looking at Malfoy to validate her statement. "I've only been asked out once in my entire life, and only asked one other person out to spite someone else." Hermione added still laughing at Cuyler's assumption that men fawned over her.
Cuyler and Brynjar looked at each other, completely in disbelief, before they both looked at Malfoy for validation. When Malfoy nodded his head yes, both of their jaws hit the floor.
"Are you fucking serious?" Brynjar asked, in complete shock. He looked at Asta, to see if she was angry with him for saying, in a way, that Hermione was attractive. He was relieved to see that she looked just as shocked as he and Cuyler were.
"Only asked out once?" Cuyler repeated slightly angry and in disbelief.
"Only once." Hermione confirmed as she drank another glass of firewhiskey, starting to feel the effects and feeling more confident. "And he wasn't even from Hogwarts, he was from Durmstrang, Viktor Krum." Hermione added nonchalantly, looking between the two shocked Viking men.
"Woah, woah, woah! Back up!" Cuyler exclaimed as he put his hands up in front of him. "The only guy to have ever asked you out is an international Quidditch star?"
Hermione nodded, cheeks turning red, thinking there was something wrong with that. She was surprised when she saw Cuyler whack Malfoy in the arm, and scold him.
"You pricks couldn't see how amazing she is?! But a man who gets swarmed by Veela and other girls DAILY picked her out of a sea of willing women?! Are you all fucking mental?!" Cuyler exclaimed slightly angry at Hogwarts's male student body, but still grateful for their ignorance.
"Seriously blonde, that's fucked up!" Brynjar added as he downed another drink.
Malfoy was hot now. Did they honestly think he didn't realize how stupid he was back then? Do they honestly think he doesn't regret being a stupid prick?
"Do you think I don't realize how stupid I was back then?" Malfoy spat back at them, knowing Brynjar and Asta already knows why he's so bothered by this whole situation. "I was brought up to think people like her are bad, diseased, and beneath me! My father was an asshole who beat those ways of thinking into me every day until I went off to school, and when I would come home for the holiday's!" Malfoy shouted as he smashed his glass against the adjacent wall. "I was told I wasn't allowed to have feelings for her! I was told that I wasn't allowed to be nice to her! I was told that I am better than her and that if she touched me, I'd become diseased and sick! I KNOW she is beautiful! I KNOW she is amazing! I fucking admitted it to her yesterday!" Malfoy spat venomously as he squared up with Cuyler, who just stood his ground and towered over Malfoy. "I fucking love her, and now I get to watch her fawn over you! I get to watch a man I can't compete with sweep her off her feet, and make her feel like a Queen, after years of me making her feel like shit! So I would say that karma has fucking bit me in the ass well enough, wouldn't you?!" Malfoy finished, practically foaming at the mouth.
Malfoy turned on his heel and stalked down the hall, and up the stairs, before slamming the door to his room behind him.
The others sat in stunned silence at Malfoy's outburst, unable to find the right words to say to break the tension. Cuyler hadn't realized he was "stealing" Hermione from Malfoy, he hadn't realized that Malfoy even liked Hermione at all. Cuyler could sympathize with the little blonde guy, he felt the same way about Asta with Brynjar a few years ago. He didn't mean to hurt the guy, but he really likes Hermione. He read all about her in the papers he got when he would venture outside the village, she is brave and sweet. He loved her pictures he saw in the papers occasionally, he even clipped them out of the papers. He wasn't going to not be Hermione's date to the wedding, nor was he not going to not pursue her. But the least he could do was sit down and talk to Malfoy, man to man.
"I'm gonna go talk to him." Cuyler said quietly as he made to turn on his heel to follow the blondes trail, Asta called out to him.
"Maybe you shouldn't, after all it is you he is mad at." Asta countered as she started to rise from her seat, preparing to stop him if necessary.
"That's why it has to be me." Cuyler said flatly as he gave Asta a determined look. "That and I know how he's feeling, I've been there before."
"What the hell are you on about?" Asta said, moving nearer to Cuyler, carefully avoiding knocking over a still shocked Hermione who was frozen in her seat.
"Ask your boyfriend, I have to go talk to him." Cuyler said as he made his way down the hall, and up the stiars.
"What was he talking about?" Asta asked Brynjar curiously, hating when she was kept out of the loop because she is a girl.
Brynjar sighed and cursed Cuyler for bringing this up again. He grabbed a fresh bottle of firewhiskey, three glasses, and gestured for Asta to get Hermione before walking into the sittingroom. 'This is going to be a fun chat…. Fucking Cuyler.' Brynjar thought to himself as he settled himself in the seat Hermione normally took, waiting for Asta to get herself and Hermione situated.
Malfoy was laying face down on his bed, replaying every mean thing he every said to or about, and ever did to Hermione in his head when he heard a knock on the door.
"Go. Away." Malfoy growled into the pillow, knowing it was probably inaudible but didn't care.
"Hey mate." Cuyler said flatly as he opened the door and invited himself in.
Malfoy shot up and instinctively went to reach for his wand to curse the man that was ruining his chances with Hermione, and sighed when he remembered that Asta and Brynjar hid his wand.
"What do you want?" Malfoy spat angrily as he flopped on his back. "Come to rub it in my face a little more that she fancies you?"
Cuyler took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool because he understood how the guy feels right now.
"No." Cuyler said flatly as he leaned against the dresser across from the bed Malfoy was currently sulking on. "I came up here to apologize."
Malfoy shot up and glared at Cuyler with suspicious eyes and said, "Why?"
"Because I know how it feels to watch the girl you care for show interest in a guy you can't compete with." Cuyler admitted, crossing his arms and adopting Brynjar's brutish look from earlier.
Malfoy sat and stared at Cuyler with a confused look for a moment or two before he finally connected the dots, and realized what Cuyler was talking about.
"No way…. You liked Asta?" Malfoy asked in awe, but maintaining the same suspicious look he had been donning since Cuyler entered his room.
"Yeah, for a few years actually." Cuyler said as he turned a laundry hamper into a chair and sat down. "All us guys did at one point or another honestly, but we all KNEW that B was gonna get her, and we knew that she liked him, whether she admitted it or not." Cuyler confessed as he reminisced the years he hated Brynjar for being bigger and more attractive to the girls.
"You two seem perfectly fine now, how do I know you're not lying?" Malfoy asked snappishly, not willing to let his guard down.
"Because Brynjar will tell you the same thing I am, but from his point of view." Cuyler said flatly, maintaining eye contact with Malfoy to show his sincerity. "From when we were fourteen it seemed like every one of us guys wanted to fight Brynjar for 'Asta's honor', because almost every day one of us would get our asses kicked by him. Brynjar is the biggest, he is the strongest, he is intelligent; all qualities the girls in our village love, for the most part." Cuyler paused, looking like he was in another place. "Asta is part Veela, and it took a year for her to master keeping that part of herself under control, you know? But even once she mastered keeping it under lock and key, she was still the most beautiful girl us guys had ever seen. What made her even more appealing is the fact that she likes to play in the dirt, she doesn't worry about ripping clothes or getting dirty and ruining her make-up. She's like one of the guys, but not at the same time you know?"
Malfoy started to see how genuine the other big guy was being with him, and actually thought about what he was saying for a minute, and he could understand why they would fight the big guy for her. She is truly beautiful, but rough wasn't a quality that Malfoy looked for in a girl.
"I wanted her to pick me over Brynjar, logically I knew she never would, but my pride told me otherwise. I worked out twice as much as the other guys, I trained harder than the other guys, and tried to spend as much time as I could with Asta in hopes that she would start to rely on me as much as she does Brynjar. But no matter how hard I pushed myself, no matter how big I got, she still called on Brynjar. So….. one afternoon all us guys were hanging out in the clearing we use for sparring, and I called B out. I told him I want to prove that I'm just as good as and as worthy of Asta as he is." Cuyler paused, the memory visibly painful to relive. "I will NEVER try to fight Brynjar for anything again. That was the most painful day of my life."
"Did he really lay into you that bad? You're his friend!" Malfoy exclaimed, feeling bad for Cuyler slightly.
"Oh he really laid into every guy that fought him over Asta." Cuyler chuckled lightly. "At the age of ten he risked his own life to save hers from her mother, and he has had her back in every fight they have been in against an enemy since then. He's very protective of her, and doesn't really fully trust anyone but himself with her life, not even her father. So when one of us was stupid enough to challenge him to a fight over Asta, he showed us why no one but him would be good enough for her. I know he doesn't think he is truly better than all of us, he treats us all like his equals, but he is truly her soul mate and he knew it."
Malfoy's heart sunk when he heard that last bit, worried that Cuyler was going to tell him he knows he's Hermione's soul mate, completely dashing the slightest bit of hope Malfoy had left.
"So are you saying that you know you are Hermione's soul mate then?" Malfoy asked looking and feeling completely defeated.
"What?! No!" Cuyler exclaimed defensively. "I mean, I wouldn't be sad if I found out she is my soul mate, but I can't tell either way. I just know that she is a beautiful and wonderful woman, and I would love to get the chance to become more than a friend to her. I have no intention of turning down her offer to be her date to this wedding, nor will I turn down any other invitation she extends to me. But I wanted to apologize for stepping in on anything you were trying to accomplish with her, I didn't know you had feelings for her and therefore I apologize for my insensitivity." Cuyler finished his piece, and stood up from his transfigured chair, and turned it back into a laundry hamper before leaving the room.
Malfoy sat there for a moment, trying to digest everything Cuyler had just told him. 'Maybe it's just a crush. Maybe I'll out grow it, or get over it the way Cuyler did with Asta. Well Cuyler kind of had no choice but to get over it. But still he did.' Malfoy thought to himself as he continued to try and process everything.
"When did life get so fucking complicated!" Malfoy said aloud to himself as he flopped back down on the bed.
"How'd it go?" Hermione asked nervously as Cuyler entered the sittingroom. He looked calm and as though everything was fine, but she didn't know if Cuyler was good at hiding things or not.
"Oh yeah everything's fine!" Cuyler said happily, before taking a seat on the couch close to Hermione. "I just explained what Brynjar told you all while I was gone," Cuyler paused, chancing a look at Asta who was giving him a nervous yet disappointed look, "sorry about that by the way." Cuyler added, nodding towards Asta who nodded her head slightly before settling on the floor between Brynjar's legs.
"I thought it was sweet that you tried to fight for her." Hermione interjected, hoping it would make Cuyler feel less awkward about it.
"Thank you." Cuyler said with a smile, patting Hermione's knee. "In hindsight it was a very VERY stupid decision, but I was determined at the time."
There was a long, seemingly, never ending silence that hung between them all for a few minutes. Everyone unaware of what to say that would lessen the tension between them. Luckily they didn't have to think on that for long, because Malfoy came strutting into the room, and plopped in his chair before asking Hermione a question.
"Is Mrs Weasley going to kill me if I don't have my dress robes for the wedding?" Malfoy asked causually, as though he is a beloved member of the Weasley family. "I assume I will be in minor attendance, seeing as I am a hostage and all."
"Easy there blondie!" Asta said dismissively. "Brynjar and I are not invited to the wedding, therefore neither are you."
Hermione made a small coughing noise that got everyone's attention.
"Ummmm, actually Mrs Weasley is the hospitable type of person and seeing as you are kids, she is not going to neglect you." Hermione began, looking sternly between Brynjar and Asta. "Since you are helping us keep Harry safe, she is going to count you as part of her family. So you will need a dress and Brynjar will need dress robes, because you will most certainly be invited to the wedding."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh no, no, no, no! No!" Asta exclaimed defiantly. "Fuck no! Hell no! Not gonna happen!" She continued to say as she rose to her feet and raised her glass, waiting while the bottle refilled her cup. "I don't own a dress and I never intend too! I refuse to wear a dress, and I don't even think Brynjar OWNS dress robes."
"Actually I do." Brynjar said with a devilish smirk, as he watched Asta freak out over having to dress girly.
"WHAT?! You have dress robes?!" Asta shouted in frustration, seeing that she was going to lose this battle.
"Yeah. Mt mum said I needed to have a set just in case I ever needed them." Brynjar said as he began imagining his tomboy girlfriend in a pretty pink dress.
"Fuck me." Asta said, feeling completely defeated as she sunk back down on the floor between Brynjar's legs.
"Later." Brynjar said cheekily. "We have guests over n-OW!" He shouted as Asta punched him in the shin bone.
"Such 'n asshole." Asta said with a laugh before calling out to Cuyler. "Do you have dress robes?"
"Yep." Cuyler replied quickly, enjoying seeing Asta panic about having to wear a dress.
"Dammit!" Asta shouted, feeling completely defeated now.
"We can go dress shopping now if you want?" Hermione offered shyly as she looked at Asta, who was practically foaming at the mouth.
She'll go." Brynjar answered for her, earning him a deadly glare. "She literally got nothing else to do tonight."
"You…. Are so dead…" Asta warned Brynjar as he forced her to her feet and pushed her towards the floo.
Hermione and Cuyler rose from their seat as well, and Cuyler leaned over and said, "If she manages to find a dress she can tolerate, keep it with you or she'll destroy it."
Hermione nodded and laughed lightly at Cuyler's insight.
"Thanks for the tip, and thank you for agreeing to accompany me to the wedding next Saturday, I'm really looking forward to seeing you again." Hermione said boldly as Cuyler escorted her to the floo as well.
"It is entirely my pleasure." Cuyler said as he kissed her finger tips again. "I look forward to seeing if it is even possible for you to look even more beautiful in a dress." He added smoothly, making Hermione blush even more than she already was.
"Alright, YOU behave." Brynjar said to Asta before kissing her forehead. "And if she gives you any problems, squeeze this and I'll be there." Brynjar instructed Hermione as he handed her a gold chain with pendant baring the symbol of Odin.
"I won't cause any problems!" Asta shouted as she handed Hermione the pot of floo powder. "For Odin's sake, I'm not a tantrum throwing child!"
"What are you doing right now?" Brynjar said cheekily, narrowly avoiding a fireball sent his way, extinguishing it before it hit Malfoy.
"Shut up!" Asta said with a small laugh before Hermione lead them into the floo and vanished from sight.
"Ten galleons you girlfriend burns the store down." Cuyler said cheekily, offering his hand to Brynjar as they both stared at the floo where the girls just were.
"You're on." Brynjar said as he shook Cuyler's hand.