Fandral watched as his finance was whisked away. He was left there, standing alone. Grabbing his mare, as well as Ake's, he mounted, riding towards the castle.
The castle was magnificent. Gold lined every inch, shinning and glimmering. Definitely the home of Asgard's royal family. He rode to the stables, dismounted, and led the horses to their stalls. He removed their harnesses, and fetched some oats.
"Afternoon Lord Fandral." Said a young handsome man, arms crossed, leaning on the stable fence.
"Ah, Erlend!" Fandral smiled. Lifting the young man's hand to his lips, he continued, "what a pleasure!"
"It could be," Erlend winked, lifting his chin, exposing his soft, pale neck. Moving forward, Erlend ran his hands up Fandral's chest. Pressing in, he kissed Fandral's cheek.
"Please Erlend, stop! I am to be married." Fandral exclaimed.
"So I've heard." Erlend pulled back, looking directly into Fandral's eyes. 'I do not understand what you see in Prince Ake! He's nothing special. Just a scrawny little twit. Other than being a prince, there's nothing exceptional about him. You need someone more beautiful, more special, and less innocent! Someone like me…."
Erlend embraced Fandral once again. This time with less innocence. Their lips locked. Kissing deeply, Fandral moaned. Wrapping his arms around Erlend, Fandral lifted him, placing him on a bale of hay. Erlend's legs wrapped around Fandral's waist. He grabbed his neck, face, and then hair. The two remained embraced. Grinding, and moaning they went deeper. Hands pushed under shirts, removing them. There they were, half naked, deep in a passionate kiss. Laying back, Erlend pulled Fandral atop him. Fandral kneeled between Erlend's legs. Pushing forward so their crotches touch, Fandral began to grind. The two were wrapped in pleasure. Their moans were loud, their kisses wet. They were both trapped in ecstasy.
"Uh-hem." A voice sounded. Breaking the two apart.
Fandral jumped off Erlend. Breathing heavily, he struggled to put his shirt back on. Erlend stood, also putting his shirt on. Looking down, Erlend fixed his clothing. He looked up, meeting the eyes of his master.
"You there… stable-boy, get back to work!" The voice sounded again.
"Yes of course Prince Thor!" Erlend bowed, running from the stall.
Glaring, Thor approached a dishevelled Fandral. He grabbed Fandral by the neck, dragging him towards the castle entrance. Once inside, Thor slammed Fandral against a gold brick wall.
"What in Odin's name were you doing?" Thor shouted, again slamming Fandral into the wall. "You are engaged to my brother! You dare dishonour his name?"
"Thor please listen…" Fandral requested, being slammed for a third time into the wall. "It was not what it looked like."
"Of course it was!" Thor responded. "I knew you could not be faithful to my brother! You don't deserve him."
"Thor, it was a mistake!" Fandral shouted. "It will not happen again! I love your brother! I truly do!"
"Then prove it Fandral!" Thor shouted back. "Prove to me that you are more than just a man-whore!"
Thor shoved him one last time. Fandral flew back with great force, slamming into the wall; he sent cracks up the golden brick. Minutes passed before Fandral regained himself and stood, he looked around but Thor was nowhere to be seen.