The sky had gone dark and the moon was rising when Vigi finally returned from the long trek to his neighbors. Alone. He had not been anticipating returning alone. He had gone to his neighbor's in hopes that their son would be willing to help him with the ritual for summoning storms. It was very powerful magic and the ritual required that he became unhinged, that he lost himself in ecstasy in order to touch into the raw magic of the natural world. It required sex and unfortunately the young man had not been interested, in fact he seemed rather terrified with the notion.
He could not just go to the village and find one of the men that liked to fuck him, they may very well alert the Jarl or equally refuse like the shipbuilders son had.
Vigi stopped walking at the edge of his property, staring at his hut bathed in the pale light of the moon. Smoke from a fire was trailing out from the hole in the roof. He did have one other option, one that if he were honest with himself he didn't entirely oppose. Yet...He couldn't do it, he couldn't ask Cerdic to fuck him in order to perform the spell. For one the man was a slave and even though they had an agreement he wouldn't be one for long and they were casual with each other in private...He couldn't bring himself to allow a
slave to dominate him.
Also, he doubted Cerdic would be willing to participate in 'heathen fantasy magic'. He had barely convinced him that it was alright to lust after another man. Asking him to help him in a ritual would be pushing him.
What was he to do?
Perhaps the Jarl will apologize. He thought snidely to himself as he resumed walking. Well, maybe there was a small chance of that. If he appeared in his father's dreams that might be enough show of his power.
Vigi stopped just outside the door to his home as a thought struck him. What if he visited Cerdic in his dreams and had him fuck him there? His physical body had very little to do with the spell, it was his mind, his soul that needed to reach higher realms. In fact, what if having sex in his spiritual form gave him more power? And his body would remain untouched, there was no shame in Cerdic dominating his spirit and in a way he would still remain in complete control. Not to mention Cerdic wouldn't understand what was happening, he would merely think he had a vivid erotic dream.
He had never attempted such a thing before, never even heard of someone trying it...But could it work?
It was his only option, so it would have to.
Squaring his shoulders back and nodding his head once to himself Vigi opened the door to enter his hut. He could smell food cooking and as he looked at Cerdic, his handsome features a glow from the fire light he felt a tingle of arousal. Even if the spell was a failure, at least he would be able to fuck Cerdic without shame.
"What have you made?" He asked after clearing his throat, taking his bag off his shoulders and setting it down.
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Vigi looked over at Cerdic’s sleeping form, leaning back against the wall of the hut and waiting for the effects of the potion to take effect. He reached out and touched one of Cerdic’s hands that was laying outside of the furs piled on top of him. There wasn’t much reason for it other than he just felt like touching him. A small bit of assurance that he was there with him, he was real and Vigi was safe.
He smiled a bit as he realized the potion was already working. He was having strange thoughts. The realization didn’t make him take his hand away however.
Vigi tilted his head back further against the wall, his eyes growing heavy as bright colors danced in front of his eyes. He could feel his soul starting to lift up from his body. His fingers twitched against Cerdic’s.
As his eyes fluttered shut, thin white smoke looked like it was trailing from his parted lips.
For a few long moments, there was complete darkness. Then, light and bright colors came rushing toward him. The bright lights danced and swam around him before they converged into a deep blue sky.
Vigi opened his eyes as a raven, with feathers as pale as freshly fallen snow. He opened his wings and flew through the air, gliding down toward the ground and the towering form of the Great Hall.
He landed on the high roof close to the hole that allowed smoke from the fires to filter out of the home. He hopped his way over to the edge and looked down into the hatch. He saw his father sitting upon his chair, his wife at his side and they were surrounded by the warriors of the village.
They were laughing and drinking as they spoke in a nonsense language. He wasn’t surprised, they were merely visions created by his father’s sleeping mind and in these realms absurd things happened.
With a flutter of his wings he jumped down into the hole. A large column of smoke shot up from the fire pit and consumed his form. A large pair of wings emerged from the smoke, clearing it away with a single gesture and likewise the figures in the hall vanished into whisps of smoke.
Vigi stood under the shaft of light, a mixture of human and bird. His long hair had become feathers, his legs below the knee were like that of a birds and his arms were a pair of massive wings. He stood up straight to his full height, his glowing pale eyes glaring into that of his fathers.
The man returned his glare and stood up from his chair. “What do you want?”
“You know why I’m here.” Vigi growled, the short feathers covered his shoulders standing on end in anger. In his spiritual form he felt things more intently, or it seemed that way since he did not his physical body to stop his heart from saying what it truly felt. “I’ve had enough.” He said lowly, stepping out of the ashes and approaching the seat of the Jarl.
“Have you?” Alarr asked with a sneer, remaining where he was standing. “What do you intend to do then? You certainly aren’t able to face me like a man, are you?” He said, walking down the steps and waving his arm to motion to Vigi’s spiritual form. “You do this instead. Come to me in my dreams. Are you that afraid of me?”
“I think the question is,” Vigi’s voice grew deeper and more distorted as the feathers on his body began to turn black and grey. “How afraid of me are you?”
Alarr narrowed his eyes and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. “I knew this day would come.”
“What day is that?” Vigi asked, sneering himself and flashing his sharp, animal like teeth. His wings shrunk down until they were normal arms though they still had a layer of long flight feathers along the backs. “This day that you have been preparing for with me didn’t have to happen. Things didn’t need to come to this.” Vigi turned toward a sleeping bench and waved his hand.
A pair of new borne squirming infants appeared on the furs in a cloud of smoke. “You were blessed by destiny with two healthy sons. Both of them immensely gifted. One to become your blade with which to strike enemies down and expand your wealth.” Vigi stepped away from the bench and the infants disappeared to be replaced with a vision of Sven as he was now. “The other would have been your shield. He would have protected you from misfortune and disease, ensure that the gods and the elves of the land favored you and your territory.” Vigi stood next to the vision of Sven, his glowing eyes still glaring into his fathers.
“But you couldn’t see that.” Sven disappeared and to their left the image of a younger Alarr appeared as well as a small boy with long pale hair.
“No, no, no! What in Odin’s name is wrong with you!? I’ve showed you this a thousand times Vigi!” The young image of the Jarl shouted down at the little boy as he sniffled softly and shrunk away in fear. “Look at me damnit!” Alarr reached down and grabbed him harshly by the arm, pulling it in a way that made Vigi scream out in pain. “I am trying to help you!”
“It hurts!” The little boy cried, his face bright red as tears streamed down his cheeks.
“Oh shut up! This isn’t pain! If you can’t handle this then how do you expect to handle being cut by a blade!?”
With an angry wave of his hand Vigi banished the memory into mist. “All you thought about, all you cared about was the fear that having a Seidrmadr for a son would make you look like less of a man.”
Alarr’s jaw tightened and he lifted his head high.
“Why could you not see the potential that my mother saw?” Vigi asked him, tilting his head to the side. “Why could you not accept that I wouldn’t be a warrior? Why couldn’t you accept that maybe, that would be to your advantage?” Vigi motioned to the hall around them. “All of this pain, fear and anger could have been avoided if you had just accepted what I was. But you couldn’t and now that I have grown, now that you see how powerful I am, you know you were wrong in treating me so poorly. You’ve given me reason to hate you and wish you dead. You think you’ve created your own worst enemy. Now you think the only thing left for you to do is control me with violence.”
Beside the Jarl appeared the memory of him punching Vigi in the stomach and then the much more recent memory of the harsh back hand.
“I will not stand for this anymore. I fear no mortal man. I am the speaker of the God’s themselves!” He shouted, throwing his arms into the air as they morphed into wings and outside the Great Hall, dark clouds appeared. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed loudly above them as the wind howled like wolves on the hunt.
Alarr began to draw his blade, his eyes darting around at the change in weather. For a brief moment he looked afraid.
“You said to me,” Vigi said in a low rumble, lowering his arms as they returned to normal. “That you long since washed your hands of me, that if I were not needed you would banish me from the village forever. Very well then. From this point on you are not my father, you are just a Jarl I may choose to serve. And as such I will treat you the way I’d treat any man that disrespects me.”
Another clap of thunder banged over head and the roof of the Great Hall began to shake.
“You will not banish me, I will leave unless things change.” He walked back into the fire pit. “The next few days the village will be plagued with horrible storms. During that time you should put aside your petty prejudices and do some thinking.” He glared into his father’s eyes as smoke rose up around him. He morphed back into a raven and flew out of the roof hatch.
He flew up into the sky, through the thick dark storm clouds until he broke through into clear blue skies.
It had taken some energy to properly scare his father, more than he anticipated but he pushed on and continued to fly.
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It felt as though he had flown for hours as he searched in the veil for Cerdic’s dreams. First following the trail back to his body and then flying off to find Cerdic.
Finally he found his dreams and flew into a land of beautiful rolling green hills. He looked down in awe at the sight, wondering if this was what Cerdic’s homeland looked like. The thought of seeing Cerdic after what happened with his father warmed him and steadily his feathers began to fade back to white.
He flew and flew until he came upon a large building made of stone. It was like nothing he had ever seen before! It was far bigger than the Great Hall of the village! Curiosity had him flying closer to the building, looking into any window he could to see the inside.
His inspection of the building took it’s toll and he felt himself start to grow weary. He needed to find Cerdic. He flew away from the stone fortress and went toward the walls of rocks that looked like they fenced in the property.
Vigi flew as fast as he could looking for Cerdic inside the great expanse of land. It was a massive distance to cover, but relatively easy to look down upon because there were very little trees.
Finally he spotted him. Relieved he banked toward the familiar sight of Cerdic’s dark head of hair, riding a horse. As he flew he transformed himself back into a more human form, much more than the one he showed his father. He hit the ground on human feet, a yard ahead of Cerdic and stumbled. It felt jarring to suddenly be on the ground after flying for so long and he fell over onto the bright green grass with his large wings sprawled out on either side of him.
He shut his eyes and sighed at himself. At least the sun felt warm.
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