How to Train Your Pervert
It was a wonderful day in the English countryside. The sun was shining, and local critters were eating or doing all kinds of things. But they stayed away from the main road on the fields. It was mainly used by humans, so they would do well to keep their distance.
However, there were almost no one standing on this road of dirt, except for two young women. Judging by the way they dressed, they appeared to be warriors, or perhaps more specifically Vikings. But their armors were different in that regard.
The first woman was a blue-eyed blondie. Her mid-length hair was styled in a lengthy side-braid draped over her left shoulder. She also wore a brown leathered kransen around her head. Her choice of attire consisted that of metal and furry shoulders pads, a brown leather armor, brown leather bracers covered with fur and brown leather shoes covered with fur. Much of her luscious legs were uncovered and she wore a red loincloth tied with leather. On the loincloth was an emblem, which was a white serpentine dragon.
The other woman was a green-eyed brunette. Her long black hair framed her face with a fringe parted on the right side and a side braid placed over her left shoulder. In contrast to her friend, her attire was mostly metallic, save for her leather shoes covered in fur. She wore grey metallic shoulder pads, armor and bracers. She didn't wear much around her thick thighs. She also wore a red-colored loincloth with the white dragon emblem on it.
These two women were clearly friends, and they seemed to be enjoying each other's company. They each wielded an axe, hinting at the fact that they were Vikings.
As they walked the road amidst the green fields, the brunette was telling as story to the blondie as she listened.
"So, the Celt says to the Dane: If the chips are down, then the bull is empty. Get it?" she was asking her friend, yet she didn't seem to understand it. "The bull is…...empty?" she tried again, but to no avail.
"I think you need to work on another ending for that story, Heather" the blondie pointed out.
The brunette named Heather did not appreciate her friend's feedback. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad, Astrid" she responded.
Astrid shook her head lightly. "You really think so? Because I sure as Hel didn't laugh from it" she replied while pointing out the obvious.
Heather rolled her emerald eyes. "Alright. Then how about you come up with something better? If you have one, then I'd like to hear it" she "dared" her friend.
"Would love to, but banter is not my strongest suit. That's usually Hiccup's thing…or the twins for that matter…..." Astrid bluntly responded.
Heather raised an eyebrow. "Hold on. Since when did Ruffnut and Tuffnut become the jokesters in the tribe? Pranksters, I understand. But telling jokes?" she asked Astrid.
The blondie only shrugged her shoulders. "Well, they love to be the butt of jokes all the time. Maybe not as much as Snotlout, but you get the idea" Astrid said, resulting in her and Heather to giggle.
The two then started taking in their surroundings. Despite England having a different climate and environment than the Isle of Berk, there was beauty to behold in this land.
"You know, staying here in England during winter might not be so bad after all. Getting off the island occasionally is good for our tribe" Astrid remarked as she observed a lone tree standing on a hill.
"Agreed. Plus, we've settled in an isolated location. No Englishman will find us nor the dragons" Heather said, yet the brunette could not but to dwell on something. "Speaking of which, do you think leaving Stormfly and Windshear behind was the best decision?" she seemed a little worried.
Astrid nodded weakly. "Don't worry, they'll be safe with Hiccup and the others. Plus, I'm not comfortable flying here out in the open. If those pompous Saxons were to discover we had dragons, then Gods know what they would've done to them" she reassured her friend.
Heather's expression softened a little. "True. They would've tried hunting our dragons down along with exterminating us" she said with a sigh. "But we're not like most Vikings. We're only here to shelter for the winter, not pillaging towns and stuff" Heather then said.
"Right. But let's not dwell on what has not happened. It's time we find this forest Hiccup told us about. We'll know where we can cut down trees and get some wood" Astrid suggested, and Heather wholeheartedly agreed.
The two friends were approaching a stone wall running across the hill they were on. Unbeknownst to them, however, someone had been watching their movements from every step since the women had left their encampment.
It was man wearing a black-hooded cape. His entire face couldn't be seen, but his mouth was exposed. As he peeked above the stone wall, this man smiled.
"By Thor's hairy balls. Who knew those fake Vikings had such sexy drengir? I mean, damn" he thought as he carefully observed them on the front.
The women had a somewhat curvy body shape. He could tell that judging by their hips, let alone their toned yet thick legs. They sure seemed appetizing.
Despite their armors hiding them, this man could spot the wondrous cleavages of Astrid and Heather. They were each busy with B-cup sized breasts. In a way, their respective armors were pushing against the breasts, perfectly authenticating them.
"Those tits…my Gods…" the hooded man's lecherous thoughts showed no bounds.
But as the women came closer to his position, this strange quickly ducked, doing his best to not get caught. So far, they had not suspected a thing.
That was until Astrid suddenly stopped. Heather saw this and wondered what the deal was.
"What's wrong, Astrid?" she asked her.
The blondie couldn't help but sniff in the air. There was a smell that she didn't like, and it disgusted her.
"Ugh. I don't know why, but it really stinks around here" Astrid remarked.
Heather also started to smell, and she became disgusted as well. "You're right. It smells so terrible. Almost like…." Heather tried to come up with an analogy.
"Snotlout's sweaty armpits" Astrid finished, and they both laughed.
"You're right. I say we just keep moving. Hopefully the forest we seek will have better odor than out here" Heather suggested, and Astrid fully agreed.
The two women then continued walking, thus leaving the stone wall. In time, the hooded man got up from hiding and he seemed offended at what they had spoken about.
"What the Hel do they even mean? My armpits don't stink at all!" he angrily wondered, proceeding to smell his right armpit. Once he did that, he moved his head away in disgust. "Okay, maybe a little. I'll take care of that later. But not before I….." he was about to observe the women, only to freeze completely.
Seeing as how they had walked past him, Astrid and Heather were unintentionally giving this stranger a good look of their rear view. His mouth was salivating with drool.
Both Astrid and Heather had big and round asses. What made it more exciting was the fact that their protruding cheeks were completely exposed. The only thing that separated their bubbly buttocks was, in Astrid's case, a brown leather strap thong, and in Heather's case, a grey metal thong. Even so, their thongs were practically swallowed up by their cracks.
"Fucking Hel! Those juicy asses! Feel as if they're begging for me to come grope them!" his horny mind could hardly contain itself.
The way the women walked in a swaying manner added only to the arousing feeling taking hold of him. But he got a hold of himself and knew what he needed to do next.
"Alright. I best keep my distance from now on. Getting too close will only expose myself to them" this stranger concluded.
Astrid and Heather suddenly spotted what appeared to be a crossroad. There were signs pointing in two directions. They stopped as they carefully read which place they would lead to.
"Well. The one to the left says Cambridge and the one to the right says Thetford. Hiccup said Thetford was where the forest is" Heather said.
Astrid nodded. "Then Thetford it is. Cambridge is crawling with hostile Danes, and we don't wish to draw unwanted attention" she remarked.
The pair of friends then proceeded on the path to the right. Hopefully, they would locate the forest so that they could return to the encampment and notify Hiccup and the others.
The hooded stranger followed them, trying his best not to be seen.
"Heh. That's right. Just keep following that path to the forest. I will be waiting for you there" he laughed before making a run for it.
It was clear that he had something on his mind. But what it was, nobody could tell. Either way, Astrid and Heather were in trouble with whoever this person was.
Later...
In time, Heather and Astrid arrived at Thetford Forest. It was a large pine forest, the likes they had never seen before. They were stunned by its beauty, as well as how quiet it was. Well, they could hear animals and nature, but that meant nothing to the two.
"By the Gods….Berk has no forest like this….." Astrid said.
"True, but we've been exploring a lot of islands who had pine forests like this one" Heather commented as she looked around. "But this one is arguably the largest we've ever been in" the brunette then remarked.
"You're right, Heather" Astrid said, resting her axe on her left shoulder.
As they ventured further in, the friends noticed how foggy it was getting inside the forest. That was strange, seeing how it was still in the middle of the day.
"This fog gives me an unsafe feeling for some reason. I don't think I wanna stay here for much longer, Astrid" the brunette told her friend.
Astrid nodded. "Yeah. Now that we've located it, I'd say it's best we return back to the encampment. Hiccup and the others are probably worried about us" she suggested.
Heather smiled. "Our dragons included" she said.
But as they were about to turn around and leave, loud laughing could be heard in the forest. It sounded quite maniacal. This made both women stand on guard with their axes.
"WELL, WHAT DO YOU KNOW? THOSE DRAGON-LOVING WANNABES HAVE SOME PRETTY LADIES IN THEIR TRIBE! I CAN FEEL MY AROUSAL TINGLING WITHIN ME!" it spoke, continuing laughing through the forest.
Neither Heather nor Astrid could see this person as they looked at every corner. Was this a ghost or a spirit living in the forest? Neither woman was able to fathom this.
"I WONDER: WHERE'S THAT SCRAWNY JARL OF YOURS? WAS HE TOO MUCH OF A COWARD TO ACCOMPANY YOU ON THIS TRIP!?" the voice called out again.
Hearing this voice insult Hiccup really set them off, particularly Astrid.
"Who are you!? Show yourself!" Astrid tightened the grip on her axe. "If you wanna insult Hiccup, then come say it directly to our faces! I dare you!" the blondie didn't hold back.
"HICCUP? THAT'S WHAT HIS NAME IS!? FUCKING HEL, THAT'S LAME AS SHIT!" the voice didn't hold back with the insult.
Heather carefully surveyed their surroundings. "Don't assume we're afraid of you! We know you're out here somewhere! And we will find you!" she was more than willing to attack him.
The pair of friends stayed near each other as they moved through the woods. That laughter continued taunting them.
"I'VE BEEN OBSERVING YOU AND YOUR "TRIBE" EVER SINCE YOU LANDED HERE! NEVER WOULD I IMAGINE I THAT THE INFAMOUS HOOLIGANS AND THEIR SCALY PETS WOULD SETTLE IN ENGLAND!" the voice came back.
Both Astrid and Heather got more agitated by the minute. They knew this person was trying to toy with their minds. But all they had to do was find him.
"Let's just keep moving" Astrid said to her friend. "If we just follow the way we came in, then we'll be out of the forest in no time" she said.
"Sure thing, Astrid. But keep your guard up. Something's off here" Heather encouraged her.
In time, the two had arrived at a glade in the forest. It was an open place, yet trees surrounded them on all sides. What made the atmosphere much scarier was the fog that had descended in the air.
"Thor damn it! This stupid fog won't go away!" Astrid cursed.
On the other hand, Heather had more concerns on her mind. "Umm, Astrid? Did we even walk through this glade when we first came here? I don't think we ever did" she expressed them.
Astrid scowled in frustration. "Yeah, it's obvious that we've gone in the wrong direction. We should turn around and…" she stopped speaking when she and Heather could hear something.
It was the sound of sticks being stepped in the woods. They looked forward. In time, a hooded figure was spotted emerging out of the woods and into the glade. This was the same figure who had followed Astrid and Heather on their trip.
The woman stood their guard, axes already being brandished.
A chuckle crept out of the mysterious individual's lips. "I'm afraid that I can't let the two of you walk out of this forest just yet" he told them.
Astrid and Heather immediately recognized it and got in defensive positions.
"So, it was you!? You're the one who just tormented us with those insults back in the woods!" Astrid snapped at him.
The smirk on this man's face never vanished. "Guilty as charged!" he responded with pride.
Astrid felt the urge to charge at this man. "Then you better not say another bad word about Hiccup! Otherwise…I'll break you in two!" she threatened him.
"Woah, I'm so confused. You're threatening me yet appearing sexy at the same time! I don't why, but I'm starting to like you more" the man remarked, much to the seething of Astrid.
"Just who the Hel are you!?" Heather demanded. "Whatever grudge you carry against us, a creep like you have no right to scorn someone as valiant as Hiccup Haddock III" she launched passionate defense of the Hooligans chieftain.
In response, the man suddenly started removing his black hood. He was about to reveal to these ladies who he really was. In fact, he threw off the entire cape.
"You might want to rethink calling that scrawny bacraut valiant. Especially when you are in my presence!" the man said.
Both Astrid's sapphire eyes and Heather's emerald eyes widened in shock as they saw this face. This man had a rugged appearance. He had unkempt long hair on one side while the rest of his head had been shaved off. His face was marked with scars, adding to his menacing look. His exposed muscular torso was also marked with scars and tattoos. In other words, he was a fierce and intimidating Viking.
"Oh my Gods…I can't believe it…." Heather couldn't believe her own eyes.
"You're…...Ivarr the Boneless…son of Ragnar Lodbrok…" Astrid said the obvious.
And indeed, he was. Ivarr grinned sadistically as he heard his name and title being said. "Ah, so you lizard breeders do know of me and my reputation. That's great!" he said as he drew out his small axes. "Then I assume you also know what I do with female drengir. Well, it's only two things, really. It's either fucking their brains out or killing them. Get it?" Ivarr spilled it out so viciously.
Neither Astrid nor Heather said anything in return. They were disturbed by Ivarr's vicious wordplay.
"Damn it! We've faced the likes of Viggo Grimborn before. But Ivarr the Boneless is in a completely different league!" Astrid cursed inside herself.
"Can't believe I'm even saying this, but this maniac makes Dagur before he changed sides look more humane in comparison" Heather noted.
Ivarr spat to the side before taking slow steps towards the pair of friends.
"Hey! What's with the silent treatment!? Aren't the two of you going to tell me your names? Or do I have to badmouth that scrawny shitstain Hiccup to make you do so!?" he insulted the Hooligans chieftain.
This time, Astrid could no longer hold back. Screaming out in anger, she charged at Ivarr, ready to swing her axe at him. Unfortunately for her, Ivarr was too quick, and he dodged it with ease.
"Hah! You call that swinging an axe!? Bitch, you swing like a fucked-up prostitute!" Ivarr was about to attack Astrid, only for Heather to step forward to defend her. She blocked the attack with her double axe. Ivarr whistled in amazement. "That's quite an axe you have there! I assume it was made from dragon scales" he commended her axe.
A deep scowl formed on Heather's face. "You got some nerve, jerkoff!" she swore back at him.
Ivarr backed himself away, watching as Heather and Astrid glared daggers at him. He smirked cockily at their intention of fighting.
"Well, this can only end in two outcomes, as I said earlier. I get to fuck your fine asses. Or you die gruesome deaths. Your call" he dared them to make a choice.
Neither woman seemed tempted to let Ivarr do either of those to him. But the sadistic drengir didn't care. They had no choice in this matter.
"Over our dead bodies would either of those ever happen!" Astrid spat at him.
Ivarr laughed at them out loud. He proceeded to spin his axes around.
"So, you wish to take on Ivarr Ragnarsson, the King Killer, himself? Very well. But at least let me know of the names of those I will kill!" his bloodlust was on full display.
Heather's green eyes were filled with determination. "Heather the Helpful. It will be a pleasure to kick your ass!" she said with a fire burning within her.
Astrid narrowed her blue eyes, gripping her axe tightly. "Astrid Hofferson. You won't be getting so much as a seat in Valhalla after we're through with you!" she spat.
Ivarr's sadistic grin never vanished. "Heather? Your name is like that of the many Saxon whores I've fucked since I got here!" he insulted Heather name and proceeded to look at Astrid. "And Hofferson? I thought you were a woman, not a man!" the insults didn't end.
Now, Astrid and Heather had more than enough of this maniac's bullying. Looking at each other, the two women nodded in agreement. They knew just how to defeat him and end his charade forever.
Licking his lips, Ivarr was ready to shed blood more than ever.
"Alright, Hooligan drengir! Here I come! Let's see which of us gets to sit by the All-Father's side and drink his piss with…." Ivarr was too busy bragging about himself, only for Astrid to throw a bola at him.
Ivarr was caught by it of course, and he dropped his two axes.
"Hey! What the….." Ivarr was stunned when Astrid and Heather ran past him to grab a metal ball on each end.
They then ran up to the nearest tree, dragging Ivarr along with them. The two women then proceeded to run around the tree, trying Ivarr to it in the process. The ruthless drengir was furious with this predicament.
"ARGH! FUCKING COWARDS! YOU DARE HUMILIATE ME LIKE THIS!?" Ivarr literally spat those words.
Both Astrid and Heather stood before Ivarr and faced him with a cheeky grin on each of their mouths.
"Silly Ivarr. You really thought me and Heather were gonna entertain your stupidity? Let alone your perverted fantasies?" Astrid asked him.
Ivarr's angry expression softened a little. For some reason, Astrid's words hit him.
"What do you mean by…" Ivarr didn't get to finish asking.
"Look, you can stop with whatever act you have! We now know your intentions for pursuing us!" Heather pointed out. "From the moment we first met, you've been staring at our bodies nonstop! But then again, you probably did that earlier when you followed us" the brunette laid it out.
Ivarr scowled. "The fuck does that even mean!?" he wanted an answer.
Astrid rolled her sapphire eyes. "It means, dickwad, that all this crazy, foul-mouthed tirade of your is only a disguise to hide your perverted and sexual desires" the blondie bluntly stated. She even pointed her axe towards Ivarr's crotch area. "Want more examples? Ask your little friend down there" she said.
Ivarr realized she was talking about his erection. He could see it as well, seeing as how his fabric was showing itself a little because of it.
Heather smirked. "So? You're gonna deny that?" she asked as she and Astrid threw their axes away.
Believe it nor not, the two women were putting a show for him. They were caressing their cleavage underneath their armors. It was obvious from Ivarr's point of view that they were now teasing him.
"You're awfully quiet now, Ivarr. Based upon that, I'd say we were right with regards to you" Astrid remarked.
Astrid and Heather suddenly faced each other. In fact, they moved closer so that their chests beneath their armors were pressed against each other. It clearly had an impact on Ivarr, seeing as his eyes widened in astonishment.
"I have a great idea, Heather. Why don't we put on a little show for poor Ivarr here? Let us show him what he will never get in his sad pathetic life" Astrid suggested, planting a hand on Heather's right cheek.
In response, Heather did the same by planting a hand on Astrid's left cheek. They even got a little closer to one another.
"I'm all in. But first, we'll need to get reacquainted with our tongues and lips" Heather responded.
And just then, the Viking beauties kissed. They moaned and never stopped touching each other with their lips. Eventually, their tongues licked and danced with each other. It was like a passionate battle to dominate the other.
As for Ivarr? The poor perverted fool felt his entire body get tense. His eyes never left sight of them and blood was even running out of his nose.
"By Odin's naked ass! What am I witnessing!?" he literally thought as he observed this kissing.
The kissing session ended and both Astrid and Heather looked at their tied-up foe in a rather seductive manner. From what Ivarr could tell, they had more things in store for him.
"I bet he loved what we did just now" Heather spoke in a sultry manner.
Astrid licked her lips assertively. "Damn right he did. He probably didn't expect to see us as a couple" she noted.
Ivarr was taken aback by this revelation. "What!? You two are…" he was about to ask more.
"Of course, dumbass. We've been together for the last two years. Ever since me and my brother Dagur were granted a permanent home with the Holligan tribe, me and Astrid have gotten more closer than ever before" Heather answered as she looked at the blondie.
Astrid smiled. "True. I'll admit that I did have feelings for Hiccup in the beginning. But ever since I met you Heather…I've realized how much I'm not into men. To be with you fills me with so much ease" she responded with a kiss on Heather's left cheek.
Heather giggled. "Oh Astrid, just stop it" she teasingly chided her.
Ivarr had been wondering what his "captors" had in store for him. He got an answer once the two women turned their attentions on him. They leaned forward, making sure their impressive cleavages could be seen. Their eyes were so dazzling and seductive it almost drove him nuts.
"Well, Ivarr the Boner. What are we going to do with you now?" Heather teasingly asked him. "Judging by your actions, you have been a very bad boy. You deserve punishment. What do you say, Astrid?" she looked at her friend, who was already having fun teasing Ivarr with her cleavage.
"I think since he's now our prisoner, we have the power to tease him and show what he will never get" the blondie said, proceeding to grab the leather garment that was pushing back her magnificent breasts. "Don't you wish you could have a woman like me? Imagine your face being smothered by these tits of mine" Astrid started a dirty talk that really enticed Ivarr.
Heather mimicked Astrid's movements by rubbing the metallic piece of armor that pushed her breasts back. "Never mind what Astrid said. Mine are as soft as pillows. You would love to sleep on these cuties" the brunette tried to copy Astrid's dirty talk.
Ivarr was totally powerless to resist this temptation of staring at their cleavage. He knew for a fact that had these women removed their armors covering their breasts, he would've lost his wits.
"What is this sensation!?" Ivarr wondered inside his mind. "I'm struggling to tell whether these two women are Valkyries…or sirens. They way they play with their covered titties are so…FUUCK! WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO GRAB THEM!" he struggled to withstand the temptation.
Both women laughed as they observed Ivarr struggle with keeping his horniness in check.
"Wow. Seems like Ivarr the Boner really was amazed by our demonstration. But we're not finished yet" Astrid remarked, briefly looking at Heather. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Astrid asked her friend/lover.
"Sure am. Let's tease him some more with our prized assets. No pun intended, of course" Heather agreed as she giggled a little.
Ivarr watched the two women stand before him, only to slowly turn around. The sadistic pervert felt his brain explode as Astrid and Heather were presenting their delicious rear ends for him to see. The sight only got more intense once they bent over a little, sticking their behinds out.
"Sweet mother of Thor!" Ivarr couldn't contain himself, blood sprouting out from his nose.
The two women giggled, proceeding to move their hips a little so that their ass cheeks jiggled. To observe them move while being separated by a leather strap or a metal thong really made Ivarr lose sight of his reality.
"Now what made you follow us into the forest? Was it our asses that caught your attention?" Astrid asked, proceeding to smack her left cheek.
Heather did the same with her right cheek. "I bet it was. You got hypnotized by them so much that you couldn't just let us be. That's why you did it" the brunette said, slowly caressing her globes. "Tell me something, Ivarr. Which of us has the better ass? Is it mine? Please say yes" the way she spoke only hinted to how she was enjoying this.
"Don't listen to Heather. Every horndog knows that my ass is the best. That's why they sometimes call me Ass-trid in the tribe" Astrid countered, firmly grabbing her cheeks before letting them go, thus wobbling them.
But even as they were challenging him to say which of them had the best butt, Ivarr was totally in another world.
"What is this feeling!?" he wondered within himself. "Is this really Valhalla? Yes! It must be! Where else would I have the great honor of watching these two sirens lure me with this view!?" Ivarr was lost in his thoughts.
Looking at each other, Astrid and Heather smirked. They knew just what to do next.
Still bending over with their asses stacked out, the two lovers took a couple of steps backwards. Ivarr's eyes widened as Astrid and Heather were spreading their cheeks apart, showing their thongs running through their cracks. It was mouthwatering sight for Ivarr to see.
"I can't believe it….Freya has blessed me with this wondrous opportunity a man could only dream of!" Ivarr's eyes were getting teary with joy.
Both women still showed him their covered cracks. "I bet you wished you could plant your face between these cheeks of mine and eat everything. But this leather strap says no" Astrid said as she let go of her cheeks, the leather strap disappearing.
"You may be a strong warrior and all. But know that you will never be able to reach great heights, let alone find women like us. We are only reserved for each other!" Heather said and let go of her cheeks as well, her metal thong being buried behind those meaty buns of flesh.
They then started walking away from Ivarr, who was taken aback by what they were doing.
"Hey! Where are you going? Don't leave me here!" Ivarr called out to them, yet he got no response.
As they walked away, both Astrid and Heather put some swagger on their hips, wanting to make sure Ivarr's eyes remained fixated upon their asses.
"Come back here! I promise, I won't harm the pair of you ever again! Please! Untie me!" Ivarr surprisingly started to sound less like a maniac.
Why was that? Had he somehow started to come to terms with the fact that these women had won over him? That could perhaps be the case. That former brutish warrior persona of his were not to see anymore.
"Hey! Listen! If you untie me, I promise not to do anything to either you, your dragons or your tribe! Hel, I can even help that jarl of yours with establishing connections with all the other Danes here in…" Ivarr was trying to negotiate with them, which was odd considering it was him.
But that's when he was in for a rude awakening. At first, Ivarr observed Heather and Astrid bending over. He assumed it had been to tease him with their exposed rear ends. But that was only half-true. In fact, the two women had picked up something from the ground. But what was it?
"Hey! Did you hear what I…" Ivarr did not get to finish asking.
"Oh my Gods, shut up already!" Astrid called out, looking over her left shoulder to make Ivarr stop.
And so, he did.
"Now as for your offers. They sound tempting and all" the blondie then commented.
"But me and Astrid have something much better in mind" Heather responded.
Ivarr wondered what it was. He grew more anxious to know.
That's when the two women quickly turned around and threw each a small axe straight at Ivarr. But these axes weren't ordinary ones. They were his! Astrid and Heather had in fact walked over there to pick up the axes he had dropped when they had caught him with the bola.
Ivarr screamed as both axes hit at him, thus putting the warrior out of his misery.
Watching their handy work, Heather and Astrid smiled. They had no regrets putting Ivar out of his misery.
"Damn, Astrid. Your throwing skills continues to amaze me" Heather remarked as she looked at her girlfriend.
"Please. You're not bad yourself" Astrid assured her.
They then bumped fists, then went over to pick up their own axes. Once they had done that, the two women locked eyes upon each other once again.
"Now, where would I be without you, Heather?" Astrid asked her.
Heather rolled her eyes. "I should be asking you that question. But to answer you short, probably lost and confused" she answered.
And that's when the two warriors kissed. They would never be separated from each other.
Feeling no longer the need to be in this forest, Astrid and Heather headed out. They got back on the nearest road and headed back home to their encampment.
Hopefully, nobody would know the story of two shieldmaidens putting Ivarr the Boner and his devious character out of his misery.
THE END