"And that's a wrap for The Northman, everybody," yelled in glee the director, Robert Eggers, followed by tremendous applause from the cast and crew. Everyone was there: the cinematographer, Jarin Blaschke, Bjork, who played the witch; all of them proud of the labor they'd done, cheering like crazy to know their hard work had paid off. All of them, except for Nicole Kidman.
Beautiful, blonde Nicole Kidman, an actress in her fifties, had been shooting nude and sex scenes for many years now, but none of those scenes was she as proud of, as the intense incest threesome they shot for The Northman. Earlier that day, however, Eggers announced that the company could not release the threesome scene, and it was cut down to a mother-son kiss between Kidman's Queen Gúdrun, and Skarsgard's Amleth.
All that hard work, emotional turmoil, the workout she'd put herself through to look even hotter during the scene. It all went to shit. The claps echoed in Nicole's mind, and slowly faded out, to be replaced by a high pitched bleep. Nicole needed to lie down. Or leave the room. Or both. She bolted out the door, and in the middle of the celebration, no one seemed to notice. No one, except Alexander Skarsgard.
The last thing in Alexander's mind, to be honest, was the cut scene. The truth is, he just wanted to make sure Nicole was okay. He'd been in love with her ever since they worked together on Big Little Lies. Hell, he'd even kissed her at an awards show! And so, he waited for half a minute, until he couldn't take it anymore, and followed Nicole out of the set. But once he opened the door... she was nowhere to be seen.
He was now hit by the sun, standing in the middle of the vast studio parking lot, watching a prop guy walk by. Alexander tapped the prop guy on the shoulder and asked:
"Have you seen Nicole?"
"Trailer," was the prop guy's short answer, as he disappeared into the set. The prop guy didn't have time to pamper celebrities.
Alexander walked around the trailers, and finally came to Nicole's. The door was ajar. He pressed his ear to the door and heard sobbing and between sobs, this:
"Now that you're here, what do we do?"
Alexander recognized the line from the script, and suddenly everything was clear. Nicole was upset about the cut scene. He muttered the next line under his breath.
"I should kill you, and all that is dear to you."
Silence. Maybe she'd heard him. But after a few seconds, he heard gasping from inside the trailer, and the sobbing became scarce.
"But you love me," answered Nicole inside the trailer.
Alexander could feel his heart thumping in his chest, his pulse quickening in his throat, his cock hardening in his pants. He really did love her.
"A son loves his mother," continued Nicole. Alexander peeked inside. He saw Nicole Kidman, fresh tears rolling down her face, wearing nothing but a white silk robe, her left hand flicking her opening, her right hand lingering on her jaw "A mother loves her SON."
Alexander's cock couldn't take much longer. Slowly, he pressed his hand to the door, and opened it, inch by inch, the dreadful cloak of anticipation drawing a shadow upon the trailer park.
Bum-bum. Bum-bum. Bum-bum. His heart beat like a military drum. He felt Amleth, the prince, the son, the lover, taking over his body. Inch by inch. Bum-bum. Bum-bum.
His mother, Queen Gúdrun, lying on her back, her hand on her womanhood. A soft moan escaped her lips.
"And you saved your brother's life. YOU, YOU LOVE!"
Alexander moaned as well. He entered the room, and closed the door behind him,
His hard rugged breathing, melting with his mother's sighs. Bum-bum
"You... love," Nicole stood up after quoting her lines, and faced Alexander. Their lusty gaze charged with incestuous fire.
Alexander stepped forward, and Nicole continued her monologue, now quiet, calm, almost in a soft, sexy whisper.
"None but me knows who you are, and you are so HOT for revenge. Child, honor, savagery!"
