[Fic] I Give Myself to You Dear (Frigga/Odin/Sif, NC-17)

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I Give Myself to You Dear
Frigga/Odin/Sif | NC-17 | 750

Sif is not worn out from them.

Notes: Written for kink_bingo, prompt Writing on the Body. Unbetaed.

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Sif lays between them. She is not worn out from them, but from the battle campaign that she has just returned from. In truth, she and Odin have barely touched Sif but to strip her. Handservants bathed her and Sif herself stretched between them. She is so tired there are dark circles beneath her eyes.

“My son works you hard,” Odin says. He touches her shoulder where a large bruise is forming. Frigga can see where patchy field healing has closed a gash at her throat, and there are marks on Sif’s arms from shielding blows.

“It is an honor to fight beside him,” Sif says amiably, because it is what she is expected to say. She is smiling though, moving her arms so they pillow her head. “But for Loki, I am his second in command. It is a good place to serve.”

Frigga smiles and traces a finger along one of Sif’s scars. Of all her battles, so few marks have been left in her skin that Frigga has learned to enjoy what she can see, the way she enjoys the strange silkiness to the scars around Odin’s eye. She touches one wound that is yet to close, and Sif breathes out.

“You were foolish not to go to the healing room first,” she says, voice chiding.

“I wanted to see both of you.” She sounds almost docile, so unlike the girl that Frigga watched grow up determined to prove that she could be as good as any man in battle. She sounds content, as if she has nothing to prove to either of them.

“Still, you would scar,” Odin says, and he nods to Frigga, who goes for a salve. It is not as good as true healing, but it will keep the scarring down.

Sif watches her, and there is heat to her eyes now. Frigga remembers the skittish girl who barely wanted to look at Frigga for fear that her desires would be plain. In Asgard, there are many things you do not focus on. Odin has long had his lovers and he has long known that Frigga enjoys the female body as much as the male. They have shared before Sif, but such things were not mentioned. She thinks to ask now, but then Frigga returns to the bed and touches Sif’s wounds with the salve.

It stings at first, but Sif is stoic. She is not a child to hiss in pain. She closes her eyes and waits for it to be done.

“You will scar,” Frigga says, and she sounds almost disappointed.

“I have others,” Sif murmurs.

“But none gained since you came to our bed. We like to think of you as ours.” Frigga touches Sif’s face, and her fingers are still covered in the light brown salve. It stains her face, leaves Frigga’s mark on her body, and her eyes widen as her body quickens, heart beginning to beat faster.

“Indeed,” Odin says. “Ours to mark as we see fit.”

Frigga dips her fingers into the salve again, and she traces the runes of her name across Sif’s chest. The salve is pale when stretched thin, but when Sif moves in the light, she can see the name. Frigga writes it again, lower on Sif’s belly, across the swell of her hips. “We will not share you,” she says, and there is real heat in her voice, possessive.

“Not lightly, in any case,” Odin whispers. His fingers move between Sif’s legs, suddenly brushing over her clit, and her spine bows. The name is there, blazing against her skin, and Frigga laughs. She writes Odin’s name below her own.

Sif bites her lips and tries to keep her hips still, but she cannot help it. She cannot help the rising heat in her body, how her skin burns around the runes. In the morning, she will be a warrior again--in truth, she is a warrior now if her king and queen needed her arm--but now she is theirs, so marked by Frigga’s salve and by Odin’s fingers bringing her close to the edge.

She wants to say all of this, but when Frigga strokes her hair and Odin pushes one blunt finger into her, she knows it all to be true. Frigga’s soft kiss to her forehead, her voice light as she says, “Come for us, pet,” and Odin’s other hand digging into her thigh, just the first bit of pain, are all she needs to know that they feel it too, and when she