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[Author's Note: for the "theme music" for the fight scene, use this video for reference. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JJdyp7GPuc&feature=fvwrel . Obviously, I don't own Star Trek.]
Chapter 5: Amok Time
As Red Sonja had spoken to the husband of the woman who's body she shared, they had been interrupted by an angry male voice, drawing the shocked and worried stares of the others in the room at the sudden disturbance of the peace.
Looking up, she saw that the interloper was the large blond man who had spent most of his time with the blonde woman she also didn't know, and like the Vanirmen of her time that he resembled this man was of the aggressive sort she knew so well. With none of the hesitation that had marked her interaction with the softly-mannered Man-Spider, she was on her feet instantly, sapphire eyes blazing and her hand on the hilt of her blade.
"I strongly suggest you still your tongue, dog, lest you find it on the ground and it not the last of you to fall from your body!"
Not surprisingly, he stood his ground. He would be far from the first nor the last man to stand against her and foolishly believe he could survive the experience. Thus, instead of wisely retreating he merely demanded again that he had asked her a question.
"Not that it is your concern, but you heard my words. I swore that no man would have me lest he first strike me down." Her reply was a low growl, the tone of deadly warning.
Rather than backing down, his eyes narrowed on her further and he dug his hole deeper with his next words. "Rarely have I ever heard such a foolish thing, and if you have the slightest wisdom you will renounce your foolishness and live as a full woman and not an extension of your blade alone."
That blade hissed half from it's sheath as she met his gaze with barely-restrained rage blazing in her own. "Final chance, sit down and be silent or by the gods there will be blood!"
The others had their attention focused on them alone, all other thoughts abandoned as the confrontation played out and they weiged their options and hoped that it would settle itself peacefully. Instead, the man acted as every Vanirman she'd ever known and sealed his fate with his next words.
"Very well, then, I challenge thee. We shall meet in combat as you desire, and when you lose you shall be forfiet to me."
She was about to respond with an acceptance of his foolish challenge, by way of apology to the blonde woman for ending the life of her mate, when another form interjected himself between them and cried out "NO!". She nearly cut him down on the spot, warrior reflexes kicking in and urging her arm in a swing that would take her blade from it's sheath in a deadly arc that would bite through the flesh and bone of his neck and leave his head to tumble to the ground, but she stayed her hand when she recognized that it was the Man-Spider, and that his intentions were to intervene on her behalf.
"No!" he repeated, staring up at the much larger man before him. "At least half of her is my wife, and you won't touch her without going through me first!"
Her heart softly broke at his noble gesture, truly this was a rare man that was worthy of the love of a woman. She began to understand how the woman Mary Jane had come to care for him so deeply, and she lifted her hand from the hilt of her sword to place it on his shoulder instead to urge him from between them and out of the path of danger, but he shrugged her off and repeated himself.
"You hear me? You have a problem with her, you take it up with me!"
The large man simply growled, and leaned in to snarl directly in the face of the smaller man who fashioned himself her protector. "You know nothing of what you meddle in, little man. Sit down and remain quiet while your betters settle the business of warriors."
That was more than enough to push Peter past the point of patience, and in the blink of an eye he punched the larger man across the jaw with enough force to shatter a brick wall. In fact, he was so angry that he hadn't pulled the punch at all, putting all his superhuman strength into a blow that on a normal human would shatter bone and snap a human spine like a twig. For a moment, he was worried that in his rage he had seriously injured the man or even worse, but instead he simply stood there, head rolled to the side, and when he turned his head to face him again there was no sign of injury or even pain, only annoyance. Those icy blue eyes flashed like a thunderstrike, and Peter's blood turned to ice in his veins. He'd faced the Hulk, the Juggernaut, even a Herald of Galactus, and the fear he felt now matched the worst of those desperate moments. What had he gotten himself into???
Before either of them could make another move, though, he saw Felicia, ok make that Felicia's chest as she interposed herself between them and pulled his face into her perfumed and enticing cleavage, and that was enough to distract him to the point that his spider-sense warning of danger came too late for him to evade the quick strike of Jessica Drew, the Spider-Woman. As she delivered a point-blank, contact version of her bioelectric Venom Blast, he felt his body go numb as paralysis claimed him. He was helpless now to do anything but watch this nightmare unfold before him, and he looked at the two of them with desperate eyes stunned with betrayal. Jessica simply whispered for him to trust her, but he had no faith in her words, only despair.
Someone, just maybe his wife, was going to die and there was nothing he could do to stop it!
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All too soon after the confrontation and Spider-Man's being removed from interfering in it, they'd moved to an outdoor training yard on the grounds of Avengers Mansion, the courtyard and it's hard dirt and grass floor bathed in moonlight. Peter was sat down and propped up in such a way he had no choice but to watch, and the others gathered around as well to watch the battle. This was insane! Why didn't they do anything?! Their inaction at this deadly scene made Peter outraged and also made him deeply question whether he wanted to be part of this group of so-called heroes after all. As he watched helplessly, Sonja stretched for battle and rubbed fresh oil on her blade, polishing it to mirror finish while she waited for Sven to select a weapon. To her obvious surprise, he selected none of the offered weapons and chose to fight with nothing more than the rune-engraved walking stick he carried. She proclaimed him insane, and said he would die more swiftly still for such a foolish choice, but he merely shrugged and said he was ready. And so it began.
The two warrior figures circled one another warily, as Peter swore he heard familiar music and then blinked in shock as he realized, it was Tigra humming the battle theme from the original Star Trek! His outrage threatened to boil over at her treating this like a joke, but he couldn't even speak let alone move. Instead, all he could do is glare holes in her as best he could and watch the fatal play unfold before him.
It was Sonja who struck first, agile and precise as her blade whistled through the air on a deadly course to split flesh and sever arteries. It met rune-engraved wood instead, with a sound like steel on stone. And indeed, amazingly the wood did not so much as even chip, to much surprise from Peter and Sonja both. Clearly, she expected to cut that wooden staff in two with her first strike and make this a quick finish, but it was not to be. She pulled back quickly to a ready stance, prepared to deflect or avoid the expected counterstrike, but none came and thus they circled once more.
Again Sonja struck, faster still then before, and curved her strike from an initial feint to a strike from an altered direction, but the staff moved like it was laser guided to defend against the deadly edge that sought his blood. Again she pulled back for defense, and again no counterattack came. And so again she struck, a volley of strikes this time designed to overwhelm his defenses with a flurry of speed, and again the staff was there to meet the blade at every point and deny it's bite. Frustrated, she growled and redoubled her efforts, blade singing in the air as it flashed almost too fast for the eye to follow, the sound of steel on stonelike wood a rapid ratt-a-tat like some perverse drum solo. And yet still, she could not breach her target's defenses. By all the gods, this man fought like a devil! And yet he did not strike back. Perhaps he could not? Perhaps his skill lent only to defense, unwilling to open himself by committing to a strike? Perhaps she could goad him to break from his style...
"What's the matter, dog? Afraid to strike back? Stop holding back and fight, cur!" she spat the words, and moved in for another feint, prepared to shift to defense should that staff bend from it's defensive course and come at her. Instead, what happened was nothing short of impossible.
Instead of any sane technique, he actually CAUGHT her downstriking blade in his left hand, grunting as it bit into his flesh and stopped jarringly as it met bone, and tucked the staff in the crook of his arm with a whirling arc of flairwork and then backhanded her with a closed fist, cracking across her jaw with such force that she left her feet, tossed like a rag doll to earth some yards away. The world reeled around her as she struggled to rise, senses dazed from the powerful blow, and she saw him toss her blade to his right hand and let out a roar, leaping at her to strike. By the goddess, she couldn't move in time! Her limbs felt like lead as she struggled to move, desperately screaming at herself as she saw her death close on her as if in slow motion. Her own blade, by gods! This would be how it would end for her then, as she felt his knee land in her middle, driving the breath from her as the gleaming moonlit edge descended for her head to end her life. It would be the last thing she would see, and she wouldn't even get a final breath.
Death never came. Instead, she saw the blade drive deep, the hilt only inches from her widened eyes, but she felt no pain. Instead, the hilt was but inches off center from her vision, driven deeply into the ground next to her head instead of through her skull. To her astonishment, he got off from her that she could regain her breath, and offered a hand that she might get up. So this was to be how it was, then. He sought to claim her body, and had defeated her. The terms of the oath were clear... she belonged to him. She rose to her feet, and looking down she touched the clasp at the top of her mailsuit, and pulled it down to split it to below her waist. Allowing it to slip from her shoulders, down over her hips, and to the ground, displaying her naked body to his gaze. His prize. Death would have been kinder.
To her shock, he simply shook his head and spoke with a very different tone than before. "Nay, milady. You are truly magnificent, but I will not have your body. Not this way. My prize is something else."
She was in shock. He didn't take her life, and now he wouldn't take her body. What could he possibly want?
"I spoke true when I said that you must relinquish your vow, and live as a full woman and not merely an extension of your blade. It is this that I demand for my victory."
She blinked in astonishment, and then sighed grimly, and spoke. "Neither you nor I hast the authority to release me from my vow. You will have to settle for my body or my blood."
Instead of anger or disappointment, he merely chuckled. "And what if I do have such authority?"
She was incredulous. "Who could you possibly be to have such authority to undo the word of a Goddess?"
He merely smiled, and struck his staff on the ground... and to her shock lightning lanced from the sky to strike the very spot he stood, blinding her eyes and dulling her ears and filling her nose with the scent of ozone. When her senses cleared, he stood before her transformed. The small beard he wore about his mouth was gone, revealing a face that was boyishly beautiful yet also vastly strong like a visage carved from marble, with eyes as deep and hard as the winter sky, and his golden hair hung free held in place only by a gleaming silver helm adorned with wings. His civilian attire was replaced by a suit of hardened leather mail the color of the midnight sky, adorned with metal discs in pairs down his front, and a red cape hung down his back clasped in place with a silver chain. His war boots were plated as well and blended into his shin guards, and armbraces and shoulder plates beneath the cape completed his armor. In his hand, where the runed staff once was, instead was a magnificent short-handled warhammer that crackled with the thunder and lightning itself. Indeed, the aura of the man --no, not merely a man-- was as stunning and forceful as the thunderstrike that had transformed him.
All her words failed her as she realized suddenly that she stood before nothing less than one of the Gods themselves.
Instinctively, she dropped her gaze and went to one knee in respect of the awesome power before her. She had challenged a god in mortal disguise, and he had let her live. She could do naught but submit to him, he being a god and she but mortal.
He smiled on her, and spoke. "Rise, Red Sonja of Hyrkania, the Thunder God, Thor of Asgard, wishes to meet thee."
She did so, taking his offered hand to rise to meet him. She felt like a small child, like the little girl she once was who'd dreamed of meeting a prince. Even that little girl had dared not dream of finding favor with a god!
"It is not merely with my own voice that I speak, I offer the judgement of my father Odin and the grace of my mother Gaia, eternal mother of Earth Herself and queen of all goddesses. With their guidance and by the Odinpower I hold within me, I thus lift thy vow. I decree the oathmaker overruled, by the fealty a lesser goddess must pay to the Great Mother, and take all responsibility for this unto my shoulders by my authority as prince of Asgard. This I do without taking away any boon she granted thee for taking and holding thy oath."
She merely stood in awe, overwhelmed and struck silent as he continued.
"In it's place, I give thee a new vow: That you shall lie with no man that does not meet your willing favor, and who has shown submission to your will as woman and warrior and guardian of the entrance to your inner sanctum. With this, I levy a curse as well. Any man who does not thus submit, and who seeks to dominate or take you by force, shall find your entrance a portal to the frozen rot of Hel itself. You shall not feel their touch, nor will they feel your flesh, instead feeling only their contact with icy decay that destroys all it touches. So Sayeth Thor."
As he spoke, he drew runes on her belly with his finger, over her womb, which flared bright like flame and then disappeared as they sunk painlessly into her flesh. And then, he stood back from her... it was done. She was free to be a woman, to touch whom she chose and yet also protected from ever being touched against her will again. She could be complete, and love as well as she fought. She felt renewed.
For Peter, he understood now why Jessica had asked him to trust her, and kept him from intervening. She'd known who "Sven" was all along, and trusted in him to do the right thing. In the process she'd also saved form doing any more than he already had to provoke a fight with the Thunder God, for which he was grateful. He owed her one, and Felicia too for that matter. He even realized he could and would forgive Tigra, who in retrospect clearly knew that there was nothing to worry about.
Speaking of Tigra, it was she who spoke next, interjecting herself cutely with a smirk of mischief. "That's awesome and all, guys, but can we get back to the party now?"
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And so, they'd moved from the courtyard --which had turned out to be some sort of holodeck-style training room in the sublevels-- and back to the guest suite where the impromptu party had resumed. Things had taken a turn for the relaxed and rather raunchy since then, as the drinks had flowed and the lighting turned down and the music up to promote a properly party-like atmosphere and some of the attendees had taken advantage of the mood. He'd seen Felicia make out with just about everyone in the room at some point or another, and right now in a darkened corner Tigra was so all over Carol that they could be having sex right there and he wouldn't be able to tell. Jessica was next to him and a little too close for comfort, her head leaned on his shoulder as they swapped war stories from the frontlines of the war on crime. Perhaps it would be more precise to say it was so close as to be too comfortable, as she looked, felt, and even smelled incredible and he had to keep reminding himself that he was a married man. Felicia of course had spent her fair share of time flirting and teasing with him too, but he was used to it with her. He'd developed defenses against her style of seductive sexual harassment. Jessica was another story, and he was shocked by how much he found himself wanting her. Of course, the abundance of very good beer that he'd had since he had regained control of his body after the paralyzing attack earlier hadn't helped matters.
The person he most wanted to talk to, the stunning redhead who was Red Sonja of Hyrkania and his wife Mary Jane Watson-Parker, hadn't left Thor's side since the fight and in fact she was sitting in his lap now, a fact that Peter did his best to not get infuriated over, especially since her eyes the entire time remained the sapphire blue that indicated that it was the warrior woman who remained in control of the shared body the entire time. Thor had since shifted back to his "Sven" form and identity, and the pair were drinking like alcoholic fish and swapping war stories of a much grimmer and more bloody sort. To distract him from this situation as best he could, he asked Jessica what the deal was with the whole "Sven" thing.
"Sven Jarlson... it's his current mortal identity. When he first joined the Avengers he had a mortal host named Dr Don Blake, and later they got seperated and Thor took his own identity as Sigurd Jarlson. Later he got merged with a mortal again, a guy named Eric Masterson who's Thunderstrike now after he got cut loose on his own. Sven Jarlson is the current version of the identity, rebooted younger and passed off as a relative of Sigurd to anyone who knows them both."
Peter couldn't help but chuckle. "Ever the detective huh? You got dossiers memorized on everyone?"
She nodded and chuckled. "Part of the job... if it wasn't the detective training it would be the spy training. I'm just an encyclopedia with legs." pause, looking down "And tits. I have tits. Two of them, even. I just don't show them as much as Felicia does."
Great, he was having enough trouble resisting her feminine charms and she had to bring up her assets. Clearly she was messing with him, chuckling at his blush and about to tease him about it when they were distracted by a new development in the Sven / Sonja situation.
For some reason he'd gotten on one knee before her, almost as if proposing to her. "Red Sonja of Hyrkania... I bid thee, would you do me the honor of taking me to your bed this night?" Oh. He was propositioning her, Peter had been close. And he was very much NOT happy about the situation, and Jessica again had to keep him from rising to his feet and getting in the face of the Thunder God regardless of his chances. That was his wife! Well sorta, anyhow. Close the hell enough!
Sonja, for her part, was stunned. "I thought you didn't want my body? You denied it when it was offered you."
He shook his head. "That was when it was against your will... I desired you then and now, but not that way. Not unwillingly. If you are to accept me within you, it is to be desire and pleasure that motivates you, not force of oath or spoils of victory."
Sonja paused for long moments, considering this. This was a god that asked to share her bed, not simply a man, and she truly was attracted to him. Plus, his submission to her in how he asked was deeply flattering, and would be even if he were a mere mortal man and not the god he was. The deepest part of her had already decided, but she argued with herself in her mind for a time before finally saying the words Peter was dreading.
"Aye... I accept your offer."
In the next moment, Peter had slipped from Jessica's grasp and was on his feet. "MJ, no!" he cried out with a voice strained by desperation and heartbreak. Thor simply paused, and waited for this to play out.
Moments later, Sonja bid him to her and then closed her eyes, and when they opened they were the emerald green of his wife, Mary Jane. She sighed softly and spoke.
"Peter... you know I love you, but you can't do this. Sonja is her own person, she has the right to sex like anyone else. She didn't marry you, I did."
The logical part of Peter Parker's mind knew she was right, but the emotional part of him wasn't so easily convinced. She saw this in him, she knew him so well, and she continued in effort to convince him.
"I promise, I'll stay inside the whole time, leave the body to her. He'll be having her, not me." She saw him waver at this argument, and Sonja would be proud at how she used the opening to deliver the verbal coup de grace.
"If it makes you feel better, you can have Felicia while I'm gone. I have, she's amazing." she grinned as she saw the stunned expression on his face but also could tell part of him was picturing what she'd just described. "In fact, I insist. Fuck Felicia, Peter. That's an order."
Peter couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was both shocking but also enticing, and that lower part of him was starting to win. God help him.
She grinned and kissed him, the first time their lips had touched since they reunited just that day. "I mean it, Peter Parker. If I come back and Felicia doesn't have your stuff dripping out of her, I will be furious. You understand me?"
Tigra for her part was chuckling and grinning as she enjoyed the drama, while Jessica stood by Peter in case things had turned ugly. MJ clearly wouldn't be satisfied until she was as blushing and embarrassed as Peter, however, as her next words targeted her.
"Jessica, I saw you all over my husband. And him holding back from you. When he's done with Felicia, he can have you next."
As Jessica stammered and turned sheepish, MJ turned her sights on Tigra. "And you, smirking feline... he has my permission to wipe that smirk off your face by jumping on you afterwards. Tiger on tiger... hopefully I'll be back in time to see it."
Peter was in complete shock by this point, and MJ turned his attention back to her with another kiss. "I mean it... all of it. When I get back, I plan to join you. Consider it a welcome home present." and then as he wavered, she explained. "I've learned things since all this... some of it on my own, some of it from Sonja. Peter... listen to me. Don't just hear me, -listen-. We aren't guaranteed tomorrow. None of us are, but us less than anyone. Tomorrow any of us could die in battle, or the world could be destroyed, or one of us could be taken away by some shithole demon." She smirked at that, letting it sink in. "Today is all we have. It's all we ever really have. Tonight, we're alive. Tomorrow, who knows? Tonight... let's celebrate being alive. If we face death tomorrow, I'll be damned if it's with regret for what we wish we'd done tonight."
Peter slowly nodded, uncertain still but defeated by the truth and conviction in her words. "I never could tell you no."
MJ smiled and nodded, and kissed him again. "Good. Now have fun, and I'll be back to join you in it as soon as I can." and then with one final kiss, she turned back to Thor as her eyes returned to Sonja's blue even as she delivered MJ's last message to him.
"Go get 'em, Tiger."
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[Author's Note: I promised sex in this chapter, but it's running long so I think it best to split it up into two parts. The option was post it all at once in one long chapter or post this half now and finish the rest tonight or tomorrow, and I chose the first one. No more teasing after this, the next part is pure sex and the whole cast to this point will be involved in the fun.]
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