again. “Well, there was this one time, during the mid-nineties. She lived in a collective in Brooklyn. This was before she had Emma.” He paused. “I answered to an advertisement for a couch, and she invited me up to look at it. Someone asked for her assistance in the kitchen, and she left me alone in the living room. One of the bedroom doors stood ajar and there was a guy in there. He was in bed reading, but the way he flipped the pages of his magazine it looked like he was passing time, waiting for someone to return. I don’t think he saw me, but when the sun came in through the window, I noticed his eyes. He was a Döckálfar.”
Svala gasped and covered her mouth with a hand. Her stomach dropped. “Was he there for her?”
“I don’t know. There were at least ten people living there, running all over the place. Naturally, my mind went there too, but he could have been there for someone else. I don’t think she would fall for one of them. She was always too honest and pure for that.”
Svala grabbed Trym’s arm as vertigo grabbed her.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?”
Her heartbeat resonated in her ears. Trym clasped her cheek with one hand, forcing her to focus. “Svala?”
Svala’s lips trembled, and the color drained from her face. “Trym, would it be possible for a Liosálfar and Döckálfar to have a child together?”
Chapter 7
1982
New York
Svala and Viggo left the prom early. As the front door closed behind them, Viggo swept Svala into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her red dress draped along the side of his black tuxedo, and her heels dangled in the air. She chuckled at his dramatic gesture and kissed his cheek.
Inside her room, Viggo placed her on the bed then swiftly removed his suit jacket and shoes before joining her. She urged him closer. Through the following kiss, Viggo roamed his hands over her body and the soft fabric of her dress. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
She smiled and pushed against him. “I can feel that.”
Viggo groaned and kissed her again. He found the zipper at the side of her dress and seconds after, the silky, red material swirled to the floor next to the bed. He leaned back to look at her, his warm hands resting on her smooth skin. She shivered. With a firm grip of her waist Viggo leaned in to kiss her stomach, right above her navel. She entangled her hands into his hair, pushed her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes. He inhaled swiftly and pressed his lips against her soft skin. His hot breath triggered memories from their past to resurface and a warmth spread through her body. Svala opened her eyes and nudged him gently. “Honey, do you mind skipping the foreplay for later?”
He looked up, his smooth chin resting against her stomach, and he clamped his lips together in a restrained smile. “Well, technically, that would be called after-play.”
Svala tried to mask her smile as well. “Oh, shut up. Just take off your clothes and make love to me already.”
***
When they walked into the kitchen the next morning, Viggo snaked one arm around Svala’s waist from behind, and pulled her against him. Trym sat by the kitchen table, reading The New York Times . He glanced up and shook his head through a smile. “Sleep well?” he asked, and returned to his paper.
Svala and Viggo shared a smile. She turned around to face him, and Viggo slid his hands in between her red silk negligee and a matching knee length robe in the same material, pulling her in for a kiss.
“Thanks for the sweatpants and T-shirt, Trym,” Viggo said, his eyes never leaving Svala’s.
Trym flipped a page, glanced up and smiled again. “Don’t mention it. There’s fresh blueberries and everything else you might need on the counter.” He nodded to the wooden surface next to them.
With one arm still around her, Viggo leaned over to study the items lined up in on the counter in a meticulous line. “Perfect.” He clasped
Svala gasped and covered her mouth with a hand. Her stomach dropped. “Was he there for her?”
“I don’t know. There were at least ten people living there, running all over the place. Naturally, my mind went there too, but he could have been there for someone else. I don’t think she would fall for one of them. She was always too honest and pure for that.”
Svala grabbed Trym’s arm as vertigo grabbed her.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?”
Her heartbeat resonated in her ears. Trym clasped her cheek with one hand, forcing her to focus. “Svala?”
Svala’s lips trembled, and the color drained from her face. “Trym, would it be possible for a Liosálfar and Döckálfar to have a child together?”
Chapter 7
1982
New York
Svala and Viggo left the prom early. As the front door closed behind them, Viggo swept Svala into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her red dress draped along the side of his black tuxedo, and her heels dangled in the air. She chuckled at his dramatic gesture and kissed his cheek.
Inside her room, Viggo placed her on the bed then swiftly removed his suit jacket and shoes before joining her. She urged him closer. Through the following kiss, Viggo roamed his hands over her body and the soft fabric of her dress. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
She smiled and pushed against him. “I can feel that.”
Viggo groaned and kissed her again. He found the zipper at the side of her dress and seconds after, the silky, red material swirled to the floor next to the bed. He leaned back to look at her, his warm hands resting on her smooth skin. She shivered. With a firm grip of her waist Viggo leaned in to kiss her stomach, right above her navel. She entangled her hands into his hair, pushed her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes. He inhaled swiftly and pressed his lips against her soft skin. His hot breath triggered memories from their past to resurface and a warmth spread through her body. Svala opened her eyes and nudged him gently. “Honey, do you mind skipping the foreplay for later?”
He looked up, his smooth chin resting against her stomach, and he clamped his lips together in a restrained smile. “Well, technically, that would be called after-play.”
Svala tried to mask her smile as well. “Oh, shut up. Just take off your clothes and make love to me already.”
***
When they walked into the kitchen the next morning, Viggo snaked one arm around Svala’s waist from behind, and pulled her against him. Trym sat by the kitchen table, reading The New York Times . He glanced up and shook his head through a smile. “Sleep well?” he asked, and returned to his paper.
Svala and Viggo shared a smile. She turned around to face him, and Viggo slid his hands in between her red silk negligee and a matching knee length robe in the same material, pulling her in for a kiss.
“Thanks for the sweatpants and T-shirt, Trym,” Viggo said, his eyes never leaving Svala’s.
Trym flipped a page, glanced up and smiled again. “Don’t mention it. There’s fresh blueberries and everything else you might need on the counter.” He nodded to the wooden surface next to them.
With one arm still around her, Viggo leaned over to study the items lined up in on the counter in a meticulous line. “Perfect.” He clasped
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