This story takes place in a Marvel/DC crossover universe.
I do not own Marvel or DC Comics.
All characters are 18+.
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1.6
Diana returned to the ruins of the Temple of the Delians in a light daze.
She knew well the allure of Amazonian beauty, a marriage of strength and softness, ferocity and warmth. So lovely were the Amazons of Themyscira that even the gods desired to lay with them. But the barbarian captain - Thor - had touched her, held her,
kissed
her... and still he had sent her away.
The Princess thought she might go to bed, dwelling on the man's words as she drifted off. Her sisters had other plans.
The moment she stepped into their view, they were upon her, surrounding her like excited pups. Their hurried questions shook Diana out of her daze.
"My princess, are you alright?" Asked Mala, her ever loyal and true friend.
She saw upon their faces such terrible worry - remembering quickly that the last time they had seen her was when she headed off to the Varangian camp. Their dear princess, heading off with the intent to offer her body to some foreign raider. A
man.
Though there were one or two who Diana saw were grinning. Penthiselea and Trigona. It was clear they found some humor the rest did not see.
"That was over pretty quickly." Penthiselea snorted, the tall, muscled blonde elbowing her friend. "I expected a brute of his size to last longer."
"Don't tell us. He ruined his trousers?" Trigona added, laughing. Some of Diana's sisters joined her, though Mala and Orana remained in their silent concern.
"Nothing of the sort happened." Diana told them firmly. She strode through the open doorway, into the ruins of the temple. Behind her, she heard the footsteps of her sisters following close behind. She shrugged off her robe, folding it over her arms before setting it aside. "In fact, nothing happened at all. He sent me away."
The rest of the Amazons went quiet - save for soft murmurs and hushed whispers. For some reason, Diana felt... annoyed. Her lips pressed into a tight line. She turned to face them.
Just as she expected, she saw a row of stunned, confused faces. So too could the Princess see the conflict etched upon their features. They didn't know whether to be relieved or
insulted
on Diana's behalf. Though they did not speak it, Diana knew they were all thinking the same thing.
The barbarian did not take Diana to bed.
Why?
It was Trigona who had the nerve to speak up first.
"What? The bastard didn't think you were pretty enough?" Her hard face immediately pinched into a wince. She had tried to sound outraged - of course Diana knew she meant no insult by it. But all knew how bad it sounded.
"Maybe he couldn't perform." Penthiselea cut in, rescuing her friend from her own mouth. "Sent the Princess away to save himself the embarrassment."
Diana's heart bloomed. She so loved her sisters, adoring their loyalty, unwavering even in such twisted times. But she could not lie to them... nor let them spread falsehoods for her own sake.
"No." Diana admitted. She swallowed, crossing her arms. Holding herself. "He could tell I was nervous."
The revelation gave the Amazons a moment of pause. Silence settled over the group. By now the stars were out, twinkling through the gaps in the temple ceiling and walls. And through them also came the chirping of crickets. The only noise other than the flickering of the torches and the hearthfire.
Diana looked at each of her sisters, seeing the looks on their faces as they no doubt reconsidered the man they called brute, barbarian,
savage.
Mala stepped forward then. She looked
hopeful.
"Does that mean... you are free of your obligation?"
The rest of the party all seemed to perk up then. And just as she felt love for them bloom, Diana felt the twisting of guilt in her belly.
"No." She confessed, the word spilling from her lips like a heavy stone. "Thor fully intends to collect his prize."
Diana felt a slight tremble roll down her back.
Prize.
Her body had been won. Like she could be possessed. A thing to be kept. Claimed. Owned.
The Amazons bristled at her words. And just as she could recognize their worry, her sisters in turn could see
hers.
They approached, encircling her. A protective ring around their princess. But none spoke.
Mala set a gentle hand upon Diana's back. Her touch was welcome. And
warm.
Diana offered her a small smile before continuing.
"Make no mistake, Amazons." Diana found enough spirit to put some steel in her voice. "We will defend this island however we can. We cannot leave until Thor and his men do. And they will not leave until I fulfill my end of our agreement."
"But you said he won't have you." Mala said, her brow forming a hard line.
"Not tonight. But soon."
Penthiselea hardened her face, frowning.
"So... you are still going to bed with him?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
Diana gave a nod. And perhaps for the first time since the fight at the arena, she
accepted
the words coming from her mouth.
"He wants me to be comfortable with him. And if that's what will keep this island safe... that's what I will do."
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The next day, Diana returned to the Varangian camp. Not to offer herself to Thor - she did not sleep soundly the night before, her dreams plagued with memories of her defeat at his hands. Rather, she came to observe. To learn.
As she came upon their beached vessel and the small village of tents surrounding it, Diana was greeted with a surprising sight.
There she could see the Varangian raiders milling about, speaking, cooking, gambling as they did. But among them she could see local villagers. Merchants, specifically. These raiders had been ready to plunder their island not too long ago... and yet here they were, in their camp, talking and trading with them.
Diana moved closer, but slowly. She came upon one of the raiders trading a keg of ale for some spiced meat - Diana had to assume it was lamb or goat. But even more bewildering was the ease and comfort with which she saw the local merchant conducting his business. If he feared the Varangians, he did not show it.
"You seem surprised, Princess." A familiar deep voice rumbled from right beside her. Diana didn't jump - she had been trained to keep her nerve. But she did turn quickly, finding herself faced with the impressive bulk of the raider captain.
Thor had managed to sneak up on her. Diana found it difficult to imagine such a large man moving so quietly.
The first thing she noticed, of course, was that he was half-naked. Dressed only in pants, every inch of his torso was left on display, every little scar, every wonderfully corded muscle. Gripped in his hands was a bucket - filled not with water, but
fish
.
Tonight's dinner
, Diana assumed.
Just as she did the day before, Diana took in the sight of his massive arms, the expanse of his chest, the tight lines of his stomach. She even found herself admiring other things, so odd in their appeal - the muscle at his waist that continued under the fabric of his pants, hiding away from her eyes. The width of his shoulders, she too found pleasing, particularly how the firm muscle shifted under his skin. She drank it in, the paradox of hard muscle packed under smooth, soft skin... coated nicely with fine, golden hair. All in the space of a second before her eyes shot back up to meet his.
It was a lapse. A moment of weakness. Amazons could still admire the beauty of man, even if the men themselves were barbaric in nature.
Diana didn't lose composure - she was too disciplined for that. But the glint in Thor's eyes told her she was caught. The Princess let out a sharp exhale, turning her gaze back towards the Varangian camp.
"I just find it hard to believe." She answered after a moment. She nodded towards the locals trading and bartering with Thor's men. "They treat you like favored customers. Just yesterday, you were ready to kill them."
"Only the ones who would fight us." Thor's answer was simple... and to Diana, shockingly casual.
The Amazon Princess narrowed her eyes at the taller man, wondering briefly if he was joking. She found no proof in the lines of his face... but still, she didn't quite believe him.
Thor seemed to sense how puzzled she was. He didn't seem apologetic, though a look of understanding did fall across his features.
"We find honor in battle, not slaughter." He explained, as if that would alleviate her concerns. "My band of warriors are not common barbarians. We fight only those who fight back."
Diana wanted to scoff.
"So you say. And what if one of your men decides he
is
a common barbarian?"
"Then I kill him." Thor gave a small shrug, as if it was obvious. "Cowards prey on the feeble and weak. There is no place for such men in Valhalla. Neither is there a place for them under my command."
Again, Diana considered the man. She studied his face for a long moment. All she found was simple sincerity. She might not have agreed with his principles, but it was clear his belief in them was firm. Unshakeable. An iron conviction.
In any case, Diana felt a measure of comfort. Thor and his men had their code of ethics, however alien they were to her Amazon ways.
Thor hefted up his bucket then, cradling it under one of his thick arms. Diana found her eyes drawn to the veins that seemed to pop from his skin.
Fascination
swirled within, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than she intended.
"Care to stay? Share some meat and bread with me?" He asked, shaking her from the light trance.