A/N: This is the chapter I've been the most excited to write and to post! So for any of you who have followed and read this story from the beginning, I apologize for how long it took for me to post chapter 10. I just couldn't control myself when it came to ideas for this chapter! I had to write them down and I would get carried away. This chapter is my favorite! Please read and review this chapter! I would LOVE to know what you think of it! ENJOY!
Tensions were high all the way around today, because today is wedding day! Mrs Weasley, Fleur, Mrs Delacour, and Fleurs' little sister Gabby, were running around frantically trying to make last minute adjustments to make sure everything was perfect.
Ginny, Hermione, and Asta were up in Ginny's' room getting ready for the days events. Hermione and Ginny were laughing away and having a grand old time, while Asta sat in the chair that was placed in the center of Ginny's bedroom, while the other two girls tugged away at her hair and face.
Asta was internally cursing the bride to be and the groom for getting married today. They were the reason that she was being subjected to this…. this…. TORTURE! Asta's face remained impassive as Hermione and Ginny tried to joke and make conversation with her, absolutely hating every minute of this beautification. Wasn't it bad enough that she was already part Veela? Asta tried to keep the attention off of her, but all this make-up and hairspray will do the exact opposite!
"Oh, lighten up Asta!" Ginny said boldly as she started putting the plaits in the right side of Asta's head like she had the night before. "I don't like getting dressed up either, but I like watching Harry drool. So I can suffer through one night of looking like a froo-froo puff."
"Yeah Asta." Hermione joined in less boldly than her friend had, but boldly nonetheless. "Don't you want to see Brynjar go weak at the knees when he see you all dolled up?"
"He goes weak at the knees every time I hit MY knees." Asta stated firmly as she looked between Ginny, who was trying not to laugh hysterically, and Hermione, who blushed at the mention of something so personal. "I don't need to get all made up to make him go weak at the knees."
"Ok, well then I believe I speak for the bride and both mothers when I say, deal with it and slap a smile on your face." Hermione said looking at Asta with slight annoyance playing across her face. "This is the one of two happy things that are going on during these horrible times, and I don't want you bringing anyone down."
Asta looked at Hermione with a surprised look on her face, having not known she had such a vicious and protective streak in her, before turning her gaze to Ginny who was looking at Hermione in equal surprise.
Asta couldn't help but feel bad for being such a miserable bitch about something as small, according to Hermione's glare, as having to wear a dress. Hermione just didn't understand the apprehension Asta had about wearing a dress. She didn't understand what it signified, she didn't understand how it would affect her.
Asta sighed feeling she may as well explain her apprehensiveness and her bitchiness about wearing a dress. She would bury her face in her hands but she didn't want to risk the wrath of Hermione, or risk having to sit in the chair for any extra time while the other two girls fixed her makeup again.
"Look," Asta began, slumping forward to rest her hands on her knees, "I don't mean to be this difficult. It's just I have a lot of personal issue… a lot of traumas, from my childhood that… I don't know… make me impossible to deal with." Asta fumbled with her words, trying to find the right ones to explain what the issue was, but doing a very shotty job of it. "Hermione knows the story about my mum….. she always made me feel like shit because I am a girl, and not a boy like my dad wanted." Asta paused to look between the two of them, happy to see that Hermione's face had softened, and even conveyed a hint of guilt, while Ginny's just conveyed confusion. "All's my mum would try and force me to wear was big poofy ass dresses…. Luckily Brynjar's mum took pity on me and would transfigure those ugly ass dresses into shorts and t-shirts for me, so I could go to training and not fail."
Hermione felt bad that she had gotten hard on Asta about something that was clearly a real sore spot to her. But in all honesty, it was just a dress that she had to wear for one night. It could be the world's most embarrassing and ugly dress, but it isn't ugly at all, and Asta looks drop dead gorgeous in her dress. All's Hermione can do is hope that Asta won't let her mood ruin the wedding and the reception. She would hate for Fleur and Bill's day to be ruined because Asta had to wear a dress.
"Look," Hermione began, trying to sound compassionate while at the same time firm, "it's just for one night. I don't see why you can't just make it through one night being dressed up."
Asta sighed and nodded her head in defeat. She really did not want to wear the dress, but she also didn't want Mrs Weasley getting mad at her or Fleur's mum getting mad at her either. 'You can make it through one night.' She thought to herself as she straightened up so the other two could continue the assault on her face with their makeup. 'Make it through this one night and then you can burn the dress.' The thought of burning the offensive garment put a devilish smirk to her face, drawing Hermione's attention.
"What's so funny?" Hermione asked with a furrowed brow, not sure if she should be worried about the sudden smirk.
"I was just imagining me burning the dress after the wedding." Asta said truthfully as she turned her head towards Hermione, who chuckled before looking at Ginny who was chuckling as well.
"You are one of a kind Asta." Hermione said with a smirk as she shook her head as she continued to apply eyeshadow to Asta's eyelid.
Meanwhile, outside the house, Brynjar was helping the rest of the Weasley's, Harry and Hagrid put up the tent for tonight. While putting the tent up Ron, who was standing next to Brynjar as they levitated the tent in place, struck up a conversation with the large man on his right.
"So," Ron began, sparring glances Brynjar's way, "is your friend still coming tonight?"
Brynjar couldn't help but smirk at Ron's question, knowing all too well that Ron was jealous.
"Yeah he is." Brynjar replied, trying to hide his smirk. "He's really excited about it too. This is the first wedding, outside of our village that is, that the three of us will be attending. Cuyler's kind of a research and bookworm type of guy, so he's interested to see if there is any differences between a Viking Wizard wedding and a normal Wizard wedding." Brynjar said as he summoned a pole towards him, and slammed one end down firmly into the ground, then attaching the tent to the pole.
"Oh." Ron said looking defeated that Cuyler was not only big, buff, and toned; but he is also a male version of Hermione.
Brynjar felt bad for the guy, he clearly had it bad for Hermione, just like Malfoy. Yet it appears that, also like Malfoy, instead of telling the woman how he felt he just kept it inside. Before the silence between Ron and Brynjar could get more awkward, Brynjar heard Lupin calling and waving him over to where he stood with the rest of the Order.
"Brynjar!" Lupin called from the lot between the garden and the house, gesturing for him to come over to speak with him.
Brynjar jogged over to where; Lupin, Kingsley, Tonks, Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley and a few of trusted colleagues of Lupin and Kingsley stood watching Brynjar with rapt attention.
"Yes Mr Lupin?" Brynjar asked kindly as he came to stand in front of the group of Order members, his hands behind his back, showing they had his complete attention.
"You said you wanted to show all of us images of your friends from your village, should anything happen tonight and you call them for extra man power?" Mr Lupin said, in more of a question than a statement, eyeing Brynjar closely.
"You think I know of an attack that has been planned for tonight." Brynjar said flatly, face impassive and emotionless.
"Well it does seem a bit of an odd request, especially given the state of things, and who we have inside these enchantments." Kingsley's booming voice said in equal expression to Brynjar's, only more intimidating given Kingsley's deep voice.
"Asta and I knew you would think as much, not that we can honestly blame you given the fact that you met us a week ago today, and the man that vouched for us is no longer with us." Brynjar said in a compassionate tone, bringing his right fist to his heart as he spoke of Mad-Eye, out of respect. "I am willing to let you use veritaserum that you, or one of your trusted friends, have brewed. I have nothing to hide, nor does Asta. Hermione interrogated us herself with her own veritaserum before we escorted Harry here last Saturday."
All the Order members looked between one another, trying to decide what is best to do. It was a strange request to make, it almost suggested that he knew of an impending attack. Not that the Order wasn't preparing in case they were attacked tonight, but to have someone they just recently met to request this struck them as odd and unnerving. Kingsley and Lupin were shaken from their almost telepathic conversation by Brynjar's voice.
"I know nothing of any plan for anyone to come and attack you and your guests tonight, I swear on Asta's life I don't." Brynjar began with utmost sincerity, raising both his hands in a surrendering manner. "But I DO KNOW that if I was Snakeman, and I knew my toughest opponents were all gathered in one area, all at the same time, I would send an ambush to try and take down as many threats as I can. We Vikings have evolved past senseless murder and torture, however a violent and twisted mindset, or trait if you will, like that never really leaves your being." Brynjar said firmly, knowing that he wasn't doing much to help his case but he knew they would see reason in the end. "Vikings and Death Eaters are, disgustingly, not that different in that both groups like violence and torture and death. The only difference, which is the key difference, we Vikings now kill and torture people for good reasons. We kill Death Eaters, not muggles, muggleborns, or half-bloods. We kill the wrong-doers, not the innocent civilians. We have changed, we Vikings, for the better. I would like to show you my friends who are skilled fighters, should we need them for extra man power if anything happens, that way more of your loved ones can make it away safely instead of staying back to fight."
"Aren't you worried your friends will die? Would they really want to die for people they don't even know?" Kingsley asked concernedly, starting to believe the boy is being honest.
"The entirety of both the muggle and magical world already think that the Viking bloodline no longer exists." Brynjar stated flatly, looking Kingsley straight in the eye with a mixture of fierceness and sadness that hit Kingsley right in the heart. "If any or all of us die, it will make a very little impact on the world."
Brynjar kept his eyes locked on Kingsley's, hoping that he and all the other Order members saw his sincerity. He only broke eye contact when he heard a sniff come from Mrs Weasley, who he assumed lost her composure at his answer to Kingsley's question. Brynjar quickly conjured a handkerchief and handed it to Mrs Weasley who smiled as she took the handkerchief from him before promptly blowing her nose.
"You are a very fierce man for someone so young." Kingsley said as he continued to eye Brynjar, who had returned to his previous stance. "You would willingly risk your life for people you just met, and a young man that you have only heard stories about?"
"Yes, sir." Brynjar replied, his voice unwavering as he returned Kingsley's stare.
Kingsley just nodded before looking around at all his comrades for their opinions. As he looked around he saw each and every one of them nod their head in agreement to accept Brynjar's request to call his and Asta's friends for extra help, should they need it.
"Alright, we will grant your request." Kingsley said in his booming voice, his face impassive and unreadable. "We are ready whenever you are son." Kingsley added kindly.
Hermione's hair was done and pinned back in a modest style that flowed along beautiful with her makeup, which was done with neutral colors. Her dress was a beautiful lilac color that was modest but with a neckline that hung low enough to show off her assets nicely, making her look very sexy, Ginny made sure to point that out.
"Only Hermione Granger could make a simple modest dress look jaw dropping." Ginny had said partially in jest, partially in envy. "If I had to wear that I would look fat… and like a nun."
Hermione blushed at the attention and praise she was getting about her dress, not really used to being the center of attention.
"Your dress is prettier than mine is Gin." Hermione stated flatly as she gestured towards the red head, who was posing playfully from her friends' comments. "It's way more….. seductive than mine is."
"Yeah but the color is to flashy for me. Gold? Really?" Ginny scoffed, scrunching her nose as she looked down at the dress she was forced to wear. "Now if it were black that would be a different story. I could halt a quidditch match in a short black dress."
"I don't think your dress or the color is bad." Asta said, uncharacteristically timid, from her seat on the floor next to Ginny's closet.
"Really?" Ginny questioned, as she looked at her reflection once again in her mirror, raisin her eyebrows as she decided maybe Asta was right. "I guess it's not completely awful." Ginny replied as she puffed her breasts out and evaluated her reflection further.
Hermione noticed Asta perk up when she heard Ginny agree with her opinion about Ginny's dress. Hermione turned to properly look at Asta who looked like her father had just told her she was the prettiest girl in the world. She couldn't believe how much Asta was positively beaming, until she remembered what Brynjar had told her about not having a lot of girl friends back in her village. Asta's opinion about fashion is probably ignored by the other girls, or laughed at and brushed off. Hermione couldn't help but smile fondly at the pure look of happiness and innocence on Asta's face. A look that quickly faded as soon as Ginny brought up Asta's dress.
"Go put your dress on Asta! I haven't seen it yet!" Ginny said enthusiastically, clearly having forgotten Asta's hatred towards her dress. "Hermione told me you look absolutely beautiful in it!" Ginny added, causing Asta to look at Hermione in disbelief.
"You really think I look good in that dress?" Asta asked, clearly nervous and looking for approval.
"Yes!" Hermione replied with a smile and a laugh. "I told you that when you tried it on at the store! Now go put it on! I want to see you in your dress all done up!" Hermione coaxed as she bravely forced Asta to her feet, and escorted her around the privacy shade in Ginny's room.
"But-but…." Asta began but was cut off by Hermione.
"No buts! It's almost time to go down and meet everyone anyway, so hurry up!" Hermione said with a smile as she slung a pair of silver stilettos over the top of the shade. "Here are your ankle breaking heels." Hermione joked as she felt Asta take the shoes from her hand.
After a few minutes of fumbling and grunting from Asta as she changed from her beloved normal clothes into the wretched dress she was being forced to wear, she poked her head out and complained.
"I look fucking ridiculous!" Asta proclaimed as she looked back behind the shade at herself, before looking back out between Hermione and Ginny. "I can't go out like this." She added with finality, before hiding behind the shade again.
Hermione leaned over and whispered something in Ginny's ear that made Ginny grin devilishly and direct her gaze back towards the shade.
"Muuuuuuuuuummmm!" Ginny called, now knowing Asta's fear of a mothers wrath, thanks to Hermione.
Before Ginny finished calling for her mum, Asta was rushing out from behind the shade, making both Ginny and Hermione stare in awe.
"What is it Ginny?" Mrs Weasley called from below as she started making her way up to her daughters room.
"Call her off! Call her off!" Asta ordered through clenched teeth, visibly shaking, as she started backing herself against Ginny's closet door, her eyes locked on the bedroom door.
"Nev-Nevermind!" Ginny shouted back to her mother, still in utter awe. "Hermione was able to help me! Be down in a minute!"
"Alright." Mrs Weasley called back as she stopped in her tracks on the stairs. "Don't take too long! Guests are going to start arriving any minute!"
"Ok Mrs Weasley!" Hermione called in reply as she rose to her feet and pulled Asta away from the closet door, and began attempting to calm her down. "It's fine! Relax!" Hermione said softly as she pulled Asta into the middle of the room, Ginny's jaw damn near on the floor.
"Now SHE could stop the WAR in that dress!" Ginny said as she walked around Asta, who clearly was too shaken up to move on her own right yet. "What are you part Veela or something?" Ginny asked completely blown away by how breath taking Asta looked.
"Yes." Asta said robotically, eyes still locked on the bedroom door, her ears straining for the sound of Mrs Weasley's voice and or footsteps.
Ginny looked from Asta to Hermione who was smiling like a proud mother at the sight of Asta in her dress. She really looked gorgeous.
"You might even outshine the Veela bride in this dress." Ginny said enviously as she surveyed Asta's dress closely.
Asta's eyes became wide and she aimed her hands towards herself and repeatedly muttered the same incantation in Latin. After the first three rounds of the incantation, Hermione caught on to what she was trying, but failing, to do and began to help her. Hermione began reciting the same incantation Asta was, starting to notice a very miniscule effect taking place.
"What are you two trying to do?" Ginny asked with a look on her face resembling a look you get when you smell something revolting.
"Dulling charm." Asta said in between her repeated incantation. "Is it working?" Asta asked hopefully, even though she figured it wasn't since Ginny couldn't tell what they were doing.
"No." Ginny said with an apologetic look on her face as she made her way towards her bedroom door. "But we have to head down stairs or mum really will come up and drag us out." Ginny stated before opening her door and stepping out into the hall, turning around briefly and smiled at Asta. "Don't worry about trying to get the dulling charm to work. I'll talk to Fleur and she will appreciate the effort, and use a beautification charm on herself, like she needs it." Ginny said with a smirk and an eyeroll as she began to descend down the stairs.
Asta let out a nervous breath and turned to look at Hermione who was smiling sweetly at her, making it impossible for Asta to not return the smile.
"You really don't need to be nervous. You look beautiful." Hermione said consolingly as she guided her towards the bedroom door. "If I hear you haven't come down in the next five minutes, I'll send Mrs Weasley AND Mrs Delacour up to get you." Hermione added with a smile before making her descent down the stairs.
"Well don't you look beautiful." Brynjar said sweetly to Ginny as she playfully turned 360 for him and Cuyler who were both standing in the sitting room waiting for their dates.
"Why thank you! Gold really isn't my color, but I wasn't given a choice." Ginny said sweetly as she playfully curtsied before both men. "I will say, your girlfriend may steal the spotlight from the bride." Ginny added intentionally trying to get a reaction from Brynjar, and was not disappointed as his face went blank and he looked at his friend quickly, before turning his attention back to Ginny.
"Really?" Brynjar asked excitedly, as he looked from Ginny to the stairs he could hear creaking.
"I'll put it to you this way; I almost turned gay when she came out from behind the privacy shade in my room." Ginny said sincerely as she took her leave, eager to make Harry see what he was missing.
Brynjar was shaken from his fervent concentration on the stairs when he heard Ginny's last remark. He quickly turned his head in her direction just in time to see her smile and wink at him, causing him to smirk back at her.
"Now that's a hot image, in'it?" Cuyler said cheekily as he nudged Brynjar's arm with his elbow.
"It certainly isn't a bad image, that's for damn sure." Brynjar replied with a devilish smirk, making Cuyler laugh.
"Have you told Asta that the guys are going to be here standing guard with you two?" Cuyler asked with a smirk, knowing all too well that Brynjar hadn't, because if he did Asta would flat out refuse to wear anything other than her normal clothes.
"Are you mad!" Brynjar exclaimed with a laugh, turning to look at his friend. "If I told her beforehand that they are going to be here, she would never come down in that bloody dress she wouldn't tell me about, or let her guard down long enough for me to look into her mind to see what the dress looks like! And I want to see her in that dress." Brynjar explained exasperatedly, continuously checking the stairs for any sign of Asta, making Cuyler laugh at his friends desperation.
His laughter ceased rather quickly however, as Hermione came into view looking stunning in her lilac dress.
Cuyler walked toward her, took her hand daintily in his own, before bowing and kissing her finger tips. Reminding her of a certain seeker that took her to the Yule Ball in her fourth year, filling her stomach with butterflies.
"You look absolutely beautiful, Love." Cuyler said sincerely as he used the hand he had a hold of to spin her in a circle to get a full view of his date, and he was not disappointed.
"Thank you. You look very handsome as well, both of you." Hermione said sweetly, blushing up a storm as she looked between the both of them. She broke into laughter when Brynjar went to raise his arms behind his head in response to her comment, only to be scolded by Cuyler.
"Don't do it prick." Cuyler warned over his shoulder with a half serious half joking look on his face, knowing all too well how women reacted to him doing that.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." Brynjar said in mock offense, laughing at his friend.
"Sure you don't, asshole." Cuyler replied with a smirk as she walked Hermione back to the spot he vacated to greet her only a minute before. "So according to the red head, Asta looks pretty enough to outshine the bride, is that true?" Cuyler asked on Brynjar's behalf, looking down at Hermione fondly.
"100%." Hermione said sincerely, smiling back up at Cuyler, unable to believe she was lucky enough to have him be her date for the wedding.
"Wow! How are you going to control yourself mate?" Cuyler asked Brynjar, in what normally would be jest, but seeing as Asta never gets all dolled up he was being completely serious.
"I have no idea." Brynjar said, noticeably gulping as he became more nervous the more they talked about it.
"I'm going to go find Harry and Ron and make sure they aren't getting themselves into trouble." Hermione said softly, clearly knowing this was a very big deal for both Brynjar and Cuyler, and not wanting to intrude upon this moment. "I'll meet you at the entrance to the tent Cuyler."
"I'll go out with you no-" Cuyler began, but was cut off by Hermione, who waved her hand to silence him.
"This is a big thing for you three, anyone can see that." Hermione stated with a smile. "You stay here and support Brynjar, he's going to need it." Hermione added cheekily, making Cuyler chuckle.
"Ok. I'll meet you in a few minutes." Cuyler said sweetly before placing a gentle kiss on Hermione's fingertips as she walked away.
As soon as Hermione was making her way out of the front door, both guys turned sharply towards the bottom of the stairs as they heard the stairs begin to creak.
"This is it mate." Cuyler said anxiously, patting Brynjar on the back.
As Asta descended down the stairs, her stomach began to flip uncontrollably. She felt more vulnerable now than she did the first time she let Brynjar see her naked. She wanted nothing more than to run and change into her normal clothes but knew Mrs Weasley would be very upset with her if she did. Soon she found herself going down the last set of stairs, which meant she would be in the view of two of her life-long friends who have never seen her in anything other than practical clothes.
"This is it." Asta said to herself in a shaky voice, as she took a deep breath before stepping into view.
Brynjar watched the last six steps impatiently as he heard Asta approaching. He couldn't wait to see her in her dress even more now, after the way Hermione and Ginny went on about how beautiful she looks. He heard the footsteps stop, he knew she was at the last set of stairs, and lost her nerve. Just as he was about to go to the foot of the stairs and coax her down the rest of the way, she made her appearance, and his heart stopped.
As soon as Asta came into view, her beauty overwhelmed him so much, that Brynjar hit his knees. She truly looked like a Goddess. He couldn't believe it was her, while at the same time, it was obvious it was her. She is always beautiful, but this was a whole new level of beauty for her.
"Holy fuck..." Cuyler said to no one in particular as he watched Asta come towards them; face red with embarrassment. He tapped Brynjar's shoulder with his two fingers, drawing Brynjar out of his trance and said, "If the guys didn't hate you enough for winning her before, they will once this image gets around."
Asta stopped in front of Brynjar, playing with the fabric of her dress where the hem of her shirt would be, before Brynjar pulled her hand away.
"Stop that." Brynjar said in a zombie-like trance. "You look fucking gorgeous, Asta."
Asta blushed, so much that her face was almost the same ruby color as her dress, and looked down at the floor, unsure of how to handle the intensity of Brynjar's attention.
Brynjar surveyed every inch of her carefully, not wanting to miss the smallest detail, knowing perfectly well this will most likely be the only time he sees her like this.
The dress fit Asta so flawlessly, it was as though it was made for her, and her alone. There were no wrinkles in the sparkling fabric, no loose hanging fabric until it got to her hips. The sections that were cut out on her sides were revealing, yet tasteful, and showed just the smallest bit of the scar on her stomach. The slits that showed off her legs were the source of Brynjar's sudden weakening, giving just enough of a tease to drive any man mad with desire.
Her hair in flawless waves cascading over her shoulder, her eyes had a smoky effect making her blue iris's stand out even more than they already do, and her lips were done in the same ruby color as her dress, making them look irresistible.
"Why are you on your knees?" Asta asked with a cocked eyebrow, trying her best to act normal. "We're not alone you know."
Brynjar couldn't help but chuckle at her attempt to act as though nothing was off.
"You literally brought me to my knees." Brynjar said in a gravelly tone as he rose to his feet, wishing Cuyler wasn't in the room with them the whole way up.
"So you guys don't think I look bad?" Asta said nervously, as she shuffled her feet.
"Fuck no!" Brynjar exclaimed, at the same time Cuyler said, "Absolutely not!"
"I don't like it." Asta said crinkling her nose with disgust.
"I fucking LOVE it." Brynjar stated huskily, eyeing his girlfriend's body hungrily while wishing Cuyler would disappear. Brynjar took Asta's hand in his, and spun her in a circle so he could get a 360 view of his beautiful girlfriend. As she came back to face him he looked her up and down, making him groan hungrily, willing Cuyler away in his mind.
Cuyler could feel the sexual tension growing immensely in the space around them, and decided to take his leave.
"Well I think I'll go find Hermione so she can introduce me to the members of the Order." Cuyler said with a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched Brynjar barely control himself. "I'll see you guys in a bit." Cuyler added as he turned and walked out of the house.
"Finally…." Brynjar growled as he lifted Asta up and pushed her up against the wall, before feverishly kissing her. "Sweet fucking Odin!" Brynjar groaned as he kissed down her jaw and onto her neck. "You are so fucking beautiful…. And that dress…." Brynjar groaned as he looked down at the ruby dress that was fueling his desire. "That dress makes you look like a Viking Goddess!" Brynjar added as he kissed her collarbone, while sliding the fabric covering her breast to the side.
"Mmmmm." Asta moaned as she rolled her hips against Brynjar's rock hard erection. "Maybe I shouldn't burn this dress after tonight then." Asta added playfully, as she tried to resist temptation.
"Don't you dare." Brynjar growled as he slowly moved his hand down the length of her dress and began pulling the fabric up above her pelvis. As soon he had the fabric up and out of the way he looked down and almost fell to his knees again. His aching member thoroughly throbbing now; he looked up and saw the smirk on Asta's face, and buried his face in the crook of her neck and groaned. "You're trying to kill me Miss Akeldama." Brynjar growled in her ear before gently biting her neck. "Knowing that you will be next to me all night," Brynjar continued, pausing briefly to bite her earlobe, "without wearing any panties under this sexy dress is like torture!"
"Mmmmm…." Asta moaned as she felt Brynjar begin to fiddle with his belt before giving up and magicking his belt and pants button and zipper undone. "Good it's supposed to be torture, Oh!" Asta exclaimed as she felt Brynjar thrust himself up into her. "I didn't think I looked this good." Asta said cheekily as she threw her head back against the wall she was currently being thoroughly fucked against. "I've even used dulling charms, mmmmmmm, on myself." Asta groaned as Brynjar found the right spot with his thrusts.
Brynjar was groaning at the overwhelming sight before him as he continued thrusting deep within Asta, biting her pulse point to make her moan in pleasure. As he was getting lost in the pleasure of what he was doing, he suddenly remembered that they hadn't cast a silencing charm to prevent the other wedding goers and guards from overhearing them. Quickly, he waved his hand around the two of them, casting a silencing charm before letting out a deep throaty groan as he felt his climax slowly building.
"Ffffffffuuuuuuucccckkkkk!" Brynjar groaned as he placed a hand on the nape of Asta's head and grabbing a small handful of hair that would not be seen by the other guests or guards, and pulled it taught, pulling Asta's head back making her whimper.
Brynjar's head rolled back and he released his hold of Asta's hair, and he moaned as he felt Asta rolling his balls in her hand, only causing his orgasm to build up even faster.
"Fuck, Asta!" Brynjar moaned as he forced his head back up to look her in the eye. "I'm not going to last much longer if you keep doing that." He groaned as he took one hand and brought it between her legs and began rubbing her clit fervently, speeding up his thrusts as he heard her moan his name.
"Oh Brynjar, yes…. Don't stop…. PLEASE don't stop!" Asta begged making Brynjar make a noise that sounded to Asta like half groan, half whimper. Hearing him make that noise brought her closer to her release, so she continued to beg him in whimpering tone. "Please, please, please Brynjar! Right there! Please don't stop! Fuck Brynjar!" Asta cried as she fell over the edge, bringing Brynjar over with her.
Brynjar groaned as he pulled himself out of Asta, who was casting a cleaning charm on both of them before Brynjar could get a white stain on his black pants.
As Asta was straightening herself up, making sure her dress didn't show any signs of just having been roughly fucked up against a wall, Brynjar couldn't help but watch her with a smile. He knew, somewhere deep down inside her, she was enjoying wearing this dress as much as Brynjar was enjoying seeing her in it. She is just too scared to admit that she likes to wear clothes like this, which Brynjar understands. But hopefully one day he will be able to get her to see that she has nothing to fear, that no one will think less of her for wearing a dress of a skirt.
"By the way Love," Brynjar began as he pulled Asta close to him, kissing the top of her head sweetly as she wrapped her arms around his muscular torso, "you can't dull perfection." Brynjar finished sweetly as he looked down into her eyes, seeing the blush growing on her cheeks as she smirked up at him, before punching him playfully.
"You don't have to sweet talk your way into my pants, you have free access." Asta said with a laugh as she straightened up Brynjar's tie, luckily noticing a white stain that was starting to form on the tip of it from getting caught between them.
She muttered a cleaning charm as she held the tip of the tie in the palm of her hand, and watched as it cleared away the slow growing stain, before looking at Brynjar's well fitted burgundy dress shirt causing her to squint up at him with a playful smile.
"Did Hermione tell you what color my dress was so you could attempt to match it?" Asta said suspiciously as she pinched the fabric at his sides.
"No, this is just the only dress shirt I own, it's your favorite color." Brynjar said in a gravelly tone as he looked down at her while she admired his attire openly.
"Would you like me to spin for you?" Brynjar asked cheekily as he raised a hand above his head the way he had Asta's to make her spin for him so he could get a 360 view of her in her dress.
"You're an ass." Asta laughed as she reached forward and grabbed Brynjar's rear end and pulled him closer to her, before getting on her tip toes to kiss him, only to have the kiss interrupted by Cuyler.
"Ehem." Cuyler cleared his throat with a smirk on his face as he strode towards his friends. "Sorry to break up this inappropriateness that was most likely about to transpire… again." Cuyler said, knowingly winking at Asta who rolled her eyes and smirked at his cheek. "But Mr Kingsley is looking for you two."
"Ok. We are ready." Brynjar said as he looked down at Asta who had paled significantly at the thought of going outside in front of more people in her dress. "It'll be fine, Asta. You look beautiful." Brynjar reassured her as he moved behind her to better coax her along. "If anyone says anything rude or hurtful to you about your dress, I'll kill them for you and give you their skull for your collection, how's that?" Brynjar added, knowing Asta was never one to turn down another skull for her collection.
Asta could only nod slightly, still petrified of being seen like this in front of a large group of people. Asta halted a little way before the front door, too nervous to move another step.
Brynjar moved in front of her now and tried to pull her, without flinging her, through the front door, but she wouldn't budge. So Brynjar did the one thing he knew would work, he called for Mrs Weasley.
"Mrs Weasley!" Brynjar called, making Asta's terrified stare at the opened front door, turn to a murderous glare at Brynjar that made Cuyler abandon his friend.
"Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh, if you're going to pull that card mate, I'm leaving before I get fried for being near you." Cuyler said as he quickly slipped out the front door, not wanting to face Asta's wrath.
"Yes Dear?" Mrs Weasley called from inside the tent by the garden, making Asta go into panic mode, and briskly walk past Brynjar and out the door.
"Nevermind." Brynjar said with a smirk as he watched Asta move swiftly out of the door. He turned on his heel quickly, making sure he stopped right in the door frame so that Asta couldn't turn and run back inside once she saw all their friends were here as well.
Asta began playing with her hair out of nervous habit, when she looked up from the ground only to make eye contact with Balder, who looked like he was about to faint. As soon as she saw Balder she knew the rest of them must be here, and she whipped around to see Brynjar smirking at her. That is until he saw her whip her hand in his direction, most likely sending some painful or murderous jinx his way, which he narrowly managed to deflect.
"Why didn't you tell me they were going to be here!" Asta damn near screeched as she stormed over to Brynjar, who didn't look the least bit scared. "WHY are they here anyway?"
"Remember? You wanted me to ask the Order to give me permission to call them in case anything went bad tonight, and when I showed them what they all looked like they were impressed by their size and asked if they would want to stand guard with us." Brynjar explained, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. "Not to mention they wanted to see you in a dress just as much as I did." Brynjar said cheekily as he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.
Asta was seething, she couldn't believe that he would let her be ambushed like this. If she didn't love him as much as she did, she could kill him right here, right now. Unfortunately, she did love him too much to kill him, but she could still get a rise out of him.
"Yeah? Did they?" Asta asked in a dangerous cheeky tone that Cuyler recognized right away, and turned away pretending to be interested in the garden. "Then perhaps they would like to see what's under the dress 'just as much as you did'." Asta suggested dangerously as she began to slowly lift the length of her dress higher and higher, causing Brynjar to glare at her.
"You wouldn't dare." Brynjar dared in a dangerous tone as he watched the hem of her dress almost reach her knee.
"Oh I'm pretty sure we both know I will, if you will recall the incident back in the village." Asta replied contemptuously, still raising the hem higher and higher, before Brynjar snatched her hands away, causing the length of the dress to fall back towards the ground.
"It's not the same." Brynjar said firmly as he leveled Asta with an unwavering look that made Asta sigh in defeat.
"Ok, now that you're both done, can I be the first to say; Holy Fuck!" Arvid said loudly as he walked closer to Asta to better survey her. He looked Asta up and down, jumping slightly when he made eye contact with Brynjar when his eyes traveled back up. "Shit!" Arvid said quickly as he backed away from Asta slightly. "Sorry mate.. kinda forgot.." Arvid apologized as Brynjar stared him down; arms crossed, jaw clenched, stare hard.
Asta couldn't help the proud smirk that spread across her lips as she looked at the nervous and scared look on Arvid's face. She spun around and looked at Brynjar, who instantly softened when she looked at him.
"Ok, you are completely forgiven for hiding the fact that they were going to be here today." Asta said before placing a kiss on Brynjar's lips, making him hum contentedly. "I just found the key to making Arvid keeping his trap shut." Asta said with a smirk as she kissed Brynjar once more before turning back to look at their friends, who were still staring at her in awe.
"What are you all staring at?" Asta asked testily as she moved to hide behind Brynjar.
"You do realize this is the first time we have seen you in anything other than your normal clothes, right?" Colborn asked timidly, eyeing Brynjar warily to make sure he wasn't overstepping.
"Not true we saw a small preview of what Brynjar gets to look forward to for the rest of…. Never mind…" Gunnar began, but stopped when he saw Brynjar draw up to his full height.
"You do look amazing Asta." Balder said as he boldly walked over to Asta and pulled her away from Brynjar, spinning her the way Brynjar had inside the house. The other guys cringed at Balder's ballsy move to pull away Brynjar's girlfriend, and inspect her so closely. "I damn near hit my knees when I saw you."
"You hear that Brynjar!" Cuyler teased, clearly felling it was safe to be in his presence again. "ALMOST hit his knees." Cuyler continued to tease as he clapped Brynjar, who chuckled, on the back.
"Yeah well you maintain your composure after seeing a woman as intensely hot as Asta naked, then seeing her in a dress that amplifies her beauty time a million." Brynjar replied before considering the fact that Asta was still standing around them. He quickly looked at her and found her blushing furiously at his words.
"How come Balder can get close to her without getting glowered at?" Eindride asked, nervously looking between Asta and Brynjar, unable to process how beautiful she looked dressed up.
"She's like a sister to me you twat!" Balder exclaimed as he smiled down at her before winking, making her loosen up a little more.
"Yeah, and her and Balder were friends for a short time before she and I became really close." Brynjar explained as he watched Balder dote over Asta the way a brother would.
"What shit is that?" Arvid said to Eindride, who just shrugged his shoulder and shook her head in confusion.
"I think I speak for all us guys when I say we all hate you, and your strong occlumency skills." Gunnar stated bravely, before quickly jumping to the right to avoid a shot of fire Asta sent towards his junk. "What?" Gunnar asked sincerely. "Surely you know by now that at one point or another all of us wanted you, even though we knew you would always pick him." Gunnar added as he lazily gestured towards Brynjar who was smiling smugly as he made his way back behind Asta.
"Asta! Brynjar! There you are." Kingsley boomed as he made his way over to where the group of Viking's were gathered, impressed by their discipline and respect for authority. As he made his way towards Asta and Brynjar, the six other Vikings stepped aside with their hands behind their back in a military fashion. "When this whole thing is over the eight of you will make fine Aurors for the Ministry of Magic." Kingsley complimented, with a hint of a promise lingering in his voice and his eyes.
At his words, each and every one of them bowed slightly at Kingsley in appreciation, before reassuming their previous stances.
"Now your friends have already been informed of where they will be stationed, and I have just finished discussing where best to put you two with the rest of the Order." Kingsley said with a soft smile that made Asta nervous.
"So where are we going to be stationed?" Asta asked nervously as she analyzed his smile.
"We would like you two to stand guard on the perimeter of the enchantments around the Burrow." Kingsley said authoritatively, as he looked down at Asta who let out a sigh of relief. "You both have proved to be exceptionally good at combat, and highly perceptive in regards to sensing threats."
"We will not let you, or the Order, down sir." Brynjar said firmly as he bowed slightly to Kingsley, who nodded and began to make his way back into the tent.
The eight Viking's exchanged excited, yet nervous, looks at each other as they started hearing the feint sounds associated with apparition which brought the reality of their jobs into perspective.
"Remember," Asta began, leveling each of the guys with a stern, authoritative look, "everything we do tonight is a reflection on our people, and my father." Asta continued, her expression darkening as she made sure they understood everything that was at stake.
Each of them straightened to their full height as soon as the King was mentioned, determined not to soil the King's name, even though his existence is not acknowledged by most of the witches and wizards in attendance.
"We will not do anything to diminish the King's reputation or name." Arvid said firmly as he leveled Asta with a, rare, serious look.
"Für die Ehre des Königs kämpfen wir und sterben!" The eight Vikings chanted in unison, as they each placed their closed right fist over their hearts, to honor their King.
"Now man your positions, and keep a vigilant eye." Asta instructed as she grabbed Brynjar's hand and began to pull him along with her along the newly manicured grass towards their post.
"Asta!" Balder called from where Asta and Brynjar had been next to them only a moment ago. He nodded to Brynjar, who nodded back and stopped them both in their tracks.
Asta looked upon Brynjar and her friends, who had rushed to stand behind Brynjar, with confusion written across her face. When the seven of them hit their right knee and placed a closed fist over their heart, she thought they had gone completely mental, seeing as they all only do that for the King.
"What are you all-" Asta began but was cut off.
"In deiner Ehre kämpfen und sterben wir." The seven young men chanted in unison, catching Asta completely by surprise. She didn't know what to say or do, she never expected this from them, never expected it at all.
"I… I don't… understand…" Asta stuttered, completely at a loss for words. "Why?" She asked, not completely sure what brought this on.
They all had smirks on their faces, knowing that she was touched but too hardened to say anything.
"It's not hard to see that one day you will be our Queen, whether you want to be called Queen or not." Brynjar began, looking lovingly into Asta's eyes, that were as wide as saucers.
"Fuck! Do you all realize that when Asta becomes Queen, that means the Brynjar will be our King?" Arvid exclaimed with a defeated look on his face, making Asta laugh and Brynjar puff his chest out.
"ANYWAY," Cuyler began, giving Arvid an annoyed glare, "you have proven from day one that you are a natural born leader, and a skilled fighter."
"Yeah!" Colborn agreed, looking up at the girl who has always been like a little sister to him. "We all agree that you don't need to have the title of 'Queen' for any of us," Colborn continued, gesturing to the seven of them still knelt before her, "to fight and die for you."
Asta had no idea what to say. She was never big on this kind of mushy stuff, that's why she got on so much better with guys. They generally didn't care much for mushy talk either. Yet here she stood, with her seven best friends knelt before her in the same fashion they all do when her father enters a room, or the lot in their village. The honor, and the love she felt at this moment was overwhelming, and now she knows why her father always grins when their people pay him the same respect.
"Okay, you have got to share your secret with me." Ginny called from the corner of the tent, as she marveled at how Asta had a line of gorgeous men kneeling at her feet. "How is it that you get, *two, five* SEVEN hot guys to kneel at your feet? That is like a dream come true!" Ginny added as she made her way over to where the eight Viking's were gathered.
Arvid let out a low whistle as he watched the attractive red head come closer to where they were gathered, before shoving Brynjar.
"You two better get us back into the Magical worlds good graces damnit." He said earnestly, as he turned back towards the beautiful girl. "I NEED to get me some of that." Arvid added just as Ginny was in earshot of them all, making her wink at him for his comment.
"How you see them now is what all the people in my village, including myself, do when my father enters a room or the lot in our village." Asta explained as she gestured for the guys to get back on their feet.
"Merlin…" Ginny said in awe as all seven Viking men got to their feet, towering over her with their impressive height and build. All seven of them wearing black dress pants, combat boots, matte black belts, and flatteringly fitted different color dress shirts, and each man sported a beard that met their collarbones. "I wish I had been born a Viking." Ginny added as she stared in awe before Asta snapped her out of her trance.
"You can stare all you want. Just remember the biggest one, in every sense of the word, is mine." Asta warned, with a firm tone in her voice as she pulled Brynjar into her side possessively. "And the brown haired one wearing the lilac colored dress shirt is your best friends date." Asta added with a smirk as Cuyler made a bee-line for the tent to find Hermione.
"Ginny!" Mrs Weasley called, making her daughter sigh and roll her eyes. "It's almost time for the wedding to start! Hurry up now!" Mrs Weasley added, waving Ginny over to her.
"Can't wait for this stupid ceremony to be over…" Ginny grumbled as she made her way towards her mother.
The five remaining, dateless, Viking men smirked at each other as they watched Ginny walk away.
"Thank you for calling us to help guard the wedding mate." Balder said with a devilish smirk. "The view we will have tonight will be fucking fantastic!" He added before gesturing for the other four to follow him back so they can take up their posts.
"Dogs, you're all dogs!" Asta exclaimed as she shook her head at her friends' cheek.
"We are men, what can I say." Brynjar said playfully as he pinched Asta's bum playfully, before she swatted it away.
They finally made it to where the enchantments reached their end which was one hundred feet from the tent where the ceremony was now surely underway. Asta looked back towards the tent and saw her friends stationed all around the tent; their feet hip distance apart, and their hands clasped in front of themselves. She felt a wave of gratitude wash over her, knowing her friends would always come whenever she would call for help. Her admiration was cut short as Brynjar began to speak to her.
"I hope we didn't upset you earlier." Brynjar said softly studying her facial expressions as she spun around to face him.
"Why would you think I would be upset?" Asta asked in surprise as she made her way towards Brynjar who kicked a gnome that bared it's teeth at him.
"I don't know, but you didn't look like you were thrilled." Brynjar said rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He didn't want to sound angry with her, because he wasn't, Asta is just very hard to read sometimes.
"I was completely caught off guard." Asta said with a smirk as she tried not to trip in these stupid fucking heels Hermione insisted she wear with her dress instead of her combat boots. "I was very touched that you guys made that gesture, it means a lot to me to know that you guys value me that much. You know how I am about mushy stuff, I don't handle it well." Asta said apologetically as she wrapped her arms around Brynjar's mighty torso, wresting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
Back at the tent, Balder was watching his two best friends interact with each other, and he couldn't help but break his stony-emotionless façade and smile. He couldn't picture a more perfect couple than Asta and Brynjar. They knew each other like the back of their hands, they were made for each other, and he was happy they finally are together. He has never seen either of them more happy than they are at this point in their lives, they both deserved this happiness.
The sun started setting, the ceremony was over and the reception was in full swing. Asta and Brynjar took turns going back to their tent to check on Malfoy to make sure that if they had to make a quick escape with Harry, Ron, and Hermione; that he would be ready to go at a moments notice. To their surprise, Malfoy had everything in the tent packed and ready to leave at a moment's notice, and had taken up in the Weasleys sitting room, courtesy of Mrs Weasley. She had felt bad that Malfoy had been cooped up in Asta and Brynjar's tent all week and offered him refuge in her home. Each time they went to check on him he was sitting on the tattered sofa reading quietly.
As the night progressed Asta and Brynjar heard joyous music and laughter coming from the tent, and they couldn't help but smile at the noise. These people have been through hell firsthand because of Snakeman, they deserved a little fun in their lives.
When the band started playing the newly-weds song, Brynjar grabbed Asta by the hand and pulled her into him. He placed one hand on her waist and the other holding her hand as he led them in a simple waltz.
Asta was caught off guard when Brynjar pulled her into him and began to waltz with her. She had not anticipated dancing tonight, or ever for that matter, she was just grateful that he had on boots so she wouldn't hurt his feet when she was bound to step on them. She pressed herself up against him and hummed contentedly as she followed his lead.
"I didn't know you knew how to dance?" Asta asked as she looked up into his eyes, that she could see thanks to a jarred blue flame she had conjured and set on the ground.
"Believe it or not, there's quite a few things you don't know about me." Brynjar teased as he lowered his head to capture her lips with his, kissing her as though it was going to be the last time he would get the chance.
Brynjar brought both hands up to cup the sides of Asta's face, and Asta place both her hands on Brynjar's forearms, rising up on her toes in an attempt to deepen the kiss.
Just as Brynjar was about to drop his hands to Asta's hips, Asta pulled away from his lips and looked up at the sky and her eyes widened.
"We gotta go." Asta said as she looked at Brynjar with sad eyes, before extinguishing the flame in the jar and they both flew to the tent.
Once they got to the tent, Brynjar wolf whistled for his friends to come into the tent, not a moment later a bright blue ball of light came flying through the top of the tent, and Kingsley's booming voice came out of the light.
"The Ministry has fallen… The Minister for Magic is dead… They are coming…" Kinglsey's voice echoed through the silence before the light disappeared, and panic ensued.
All the guests at the wedding began to panic. They were running around frantically screaming for their dates, family, and friends. Guests were disapparating left and right in attempt to escape the Death Eaters that were already on their way.
Asta looked around for the trio, finding Harry and Ron craning their necks looking for Hermione, who appeared a moment later with Cuyler wrapping his arms around her protectively.
As quickly as she had the trio in close proximity to each other, Death Eaters started apparating in through the protective enchantments left and right. An array of colors were lighting up the inside of the tent as curses and jinxes were sent in every direction.
Asta turned to Cuyler, who still had Hermione wrapped in his arms, and said, "Go get blondie and take him and the three of them out of here! We will fend them off and find you when everyone is safe!"
"Got-" Cuyler began but was cut off by Brynjar who turned up with Malfoy in tow. Malfoy had his head covered by a pillowcase so that none of the Death Eaters would recognize him.
"Here's blondie! Take him and go! We'll find you when everyone is safe! GO!" Brynjar shouted at Cuyler over the screams of the guests still fighting to leave the wedding alive.
Cuyler nodded, and said something to Hermione, who then took lead and apparated the five of them out of the chaos that was ensuing.
Asta aimed her hands at the length of her dress, turning the skirt of her dress into shorts, then kicking off her heels. As soon as she was free of the hazardous length of the dress, and the ankle breaking heels, she felt more confident and the game was on.
A dark haired Death Eater sent a killing curse at her that narrowly missed her, and she took off like a bat out of hell. She sent killing curses at the dark cloaked figures she knew to be Death Eaters, as quickly as she could. She wanted to eliminate as many of them as she could now to save her and Brynjar some work later one.
Brynjar had a hold of a large Death Eater that had just sent Ginny flying to the ground, and tried to force himself on her. Brynjar squeezed the mans throat until he felt cartilage and bone starting to break beneath his grip. He then dropped the man to the ground and crushed his skull with boot. He helped Ginny back up and haphazardly escorted her to Mrs Weasley, who had borne witness to the whole thing but had her own hands full at the time, and was in tears at what would have happened to her daughter had Brynjar not been there.
The Death Eaters number were dropping drastically as more and more of the guests that hung back to help fight, gained more confidence from watching the burly young men and Asta take down Death Eater after Death Eater.
Asta heard a familiar cackle from the other side of the tent, and her eyes went dead like a sharks. Not a moment after the cackle sounded, Asta and Brynjar heard Arvid and Balder yell for them both.
"ASTA! BRYNJAR!" Arvid and Balder yelled in unison as they dueled the crazy looking woman that could have been Seraphina's twin.
Both of them flew to the aid of Blader and Arvid, as soon as Asta set her sights on Bellatrix she flew straight into the crazy ass bitch, knocking her to the ground. As soon as they stopped rolling across the ground, Asta wrapped her hands around the woman's throat and let her gift go ramped.
"I thought Seraphina was fucking dead!?" Arvid shouted as he watched the devil witch writhing under Asta's painful grip, making sure she didn't try to get a shot in at Asta.
"She is dead." Brynjar shouted as he sent a killing curse at a Death Eater that was trying to kill the bride. "This is a different witch." Brynjar added as he punched another Death Eater that was about to send a curse at Balder while his back was turned. "Fucking coward!" He shouted as his fist connected with the mans face, then setting the man ablaze.
"Thanks mate!" Balder shouted before he took off into the tent to get back into the battle that was taking place.
Bellatrix tried her best to fight back the scream that wanted so desperately to rip through her lips, from the intensity of the pain that was coursing through her. She tried to pry the small girls hands off of her throat, but it was to no avail, the girl was unrelenting. Asta was bleeding above her right eye where her old scar had been re-cut open, and she had a deep gash in her side that was exposed by the cut-outs from her dress.
Arvid and Brynjar watched Asta lose control as she shocked the shit out of her mothers look alike. They briefly forgot that there were other Death Eaters still standing, until one stupidly brave man who had been disarmed, came running up behind Brynjar and aimed a punch at the back of his head. As soon as the Death Eaters fist connected with the back of Brynjar's head, the Death Eater cried out in pain as his knuckles shattered from hitting Brynjar's hard head.
Brynjar stumbled forward slightly, and growled in annoyance before turning around and throwing the man backward onto the ground and cast the cruciatus curse. The Death Eater screamed and writhed in pain on the ground, twitching violently causing his already broken hand to repeatedly smack against the ground, causing him to scream out more in pain.
Asta relented with her gift and began punching Bellatrix in the face repeatedly, with all the force she could muster. Arvid watched Bellatrix struggle to cover her face with one hand and try and reach her wand with the other. He quickly ran forward, kicked her wand well out of her reach before stomping on her hand, causing her to cry out more in pain.
"You fucking…. Useless…. Heartless…. Ugly…. Piece of shit!" Asta growled in between each punch she threw. Bellatrix's face was almost unrecognizable at the point where she felt Brynjar grab Asta off of her urgently.
"Cuyler's summoning us, we got to go." Brynjar said, slightly out of breath from dueling against three other Death Eaters.
"Not until that bitch is FUCKING DEAD!" Asta screamed as she struggled under Brynjar's grip to try and get back at Bellatrix, who was trying to crawl towards her wand.
"Asta!" Brynjar shouted shaking her slightly to make her look at him. "We have a job to do! Cuyler needs us! We have to go, NOW!" He continued to shout at her, making her see reason and she nodded.
She looked around to see that most Death Eaters had either left or were dead, leaving the Order and the remaining guests with very little threat.
"Mr Weasley! Asta and I have to go! Will you all be alright?" Brynjar called across the tent to Mr Weasley who was panting and sweating from dueling for so long without rest. Mr Weasley looked in Brynjar's direction just as a Crabbe Sr. apparated and trained his wand on Mr Weasley. Crabbe Sr. was tackled by Eindride who ran the man through the stage the band had previously occupied, knocking the man unconscious.
Mr Weasley disapparated, and apparated right next to Brynjar, who was drawing his fist back to swing until he realized who it was.
"I cannot thank you both enough for all your help." Mr Weasley said as he kept an eye out for his wife and children who were still dueling random Death Eaters. His eye fell on Asta's face and then her side at the sight of the blood he began to call for his wife, but Brynjar halted him.
"Moll-" Mr Weasley began but was cut off by Brynjar.
"There is no time for that sir, you and Mrs Weasley have a family and your friends to worry about. I have medical training enough to take care of her. We have to go find your son, Harry, and Hermione." Brynjar explained, feeling his pendant vibrate more violently than it ever has. "Stay safe and if you ever need any help use the pendant we gave you! Our friends won't leave until they know you're safe! We'll be in contact when we can!" Brynjar added before he and Asta disapparated on the spot, and were off to only Odin knows where to help Harry Potter and his friends.
Their job had begun and it was off to a very rough start.
ADDITIONAL A/N: "Für die Ehre des Königs, wir kämpfen und sterben."- in English means "For the King's Honor, We Fight and Die." AND
"In deiner Ehre kämpfen und sterben wir." – in English means "In Your Honor, We Fight and Die." I wanted there to a be a sentimental moment between Asta and her friends before they part ways for a while. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!