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Sky the Summoner's day was filled with blunder, after blunder, after blunder. She sustained herself on nothing but stamina potions as she zoomed around Askr's castle to get literally everything ready on time for the Ninja Festival.
For this wasn't just any Ninja Festival, but one to celebrate her beloved Hríd. His fancy new garb was the talk of all the Heroes in the days leading up to the festivities. Gullveig was there, sure, but Sky's attention was all on her darling and making the day extra special just for him.
Except... it all went totally wrong.
A tournament between Summoners started as soon as the sun rose that fateful day. Sky arrived at the coliseum confident in her usually flawless tactics... only to be laughed out of the venue at the very first bracket.
Her opponent expected her to bring Hríd along, obviously. They planned their strategy precisely to counter her own, bringing their own Divine Vein to nullify Hríd's ice trap. Despite giving it his all, Sky's most treasured Hero was bested in battle by Heimdallr and her stupid, obvious, unfair tricks.
In the midst of howling laughter by the many spectators, Sky sulked and pouted over her humiliating defeat, the heart-shaped twirl over her head unfurling into an unsightly zigzag. She couldn't even think of a clever comeback when the commentator grabbed Gjallarhorn and called the blonde an air-headed bimbo for how confidently she walked into her opponent's clever trap.
She organized the festival with Anna's help, and this is how her fellow Summoners repaid her?
Of course Sky was upset. Hríd did not forget the hurtful comment either, how visibly hurt Sky was. He draped his parted cape over her protectively as the two walked together. Woe be upon a Summoner who made a mockery of his dear Sky. He already had a plan in motion to make an example out of that individual later, but his darling ran off quickly.
Sky brought that awfulness of being taunted with her to the Dining Hall, trying to suppress her existential dread by fervently seasoning a steak she would cook to make up to Hríd.
...Only for that to go awry as well. The fire magic she cast to cook her steak blew up out of control. Stumbling to remedy the slip of her hand, the meal she lovingly seasoned got burnt. A harsh, charred leathery smell wafted through the kitchen. It was so revolting.
Hríd usually didn't mind if Sky screwed up. Neither of them were perfect people, and having grown up with three younger sisters, he was used to how unpredictable and messy women were.
Yet... the odor reminded him of the time he failed to kill Surtr, so he dissociated at the kitchen table.
Standing at the stove still, Sky looked down upon her loathsome error. The steak itself was almost crumbling to ash with how atrociously she cooked it. She was normally an expert at making steaks, knowing her husband's joyful hums meant she would soon be rewarded with something far more delicious than her meals.
This was her second attempt today, and she was so disappointed in herself. The Summoner couldn't serve Hríd this nightmare of a dish. Not with that chilling thousand-mile stare he gave. She looked at him and then upon the charred, disgusting slab that filled her darling's dinner plate.
Even a sprig of fresh parsley couldn't salvage it. This wasn't a meal fit for her king.
Sky had made a horrible miss-steak.
Sniffling over the monstrosity she created, Sky looked so pathetic. She was about to burst into tears.
"First the battle, now our dinner... I can't believe I fuck- I mean screwed this up! WAHHHHH-"
Slipping a profanity in front of her apparently perfect husband didn't help much either. It was a bad habit of hers.
The noise startled him, and snapped him back to reality.
The Niflian was quick to chase after and console his wife. "Sky, please don't worry about-"
"Don't talk to me while I'm like this! It's too embarrassing!" she yelped as she stormed off through the castle halls, into their shared dorm.
After the disaster that was her day and their dinner, Sky slammed the door shut and sobbed into her pillow at what a horrible fuck-up she was.
She wasn't a Summoner in this moment, or Hríd's cherished wife for that matter.
In her mind, she was the embarrassment of all of Askr, a failure of a wife who couldn't even grill a proper steak for her husband or live up to anywhere near his well-deserved hype. Her mascara ran and sullied the pillowcase she buried her face in, painting it black as she cried herself to sleep.
The Summoner kicked her pants off out of habit but hadn't bothered to take off her blue shirt, opting to snooze in just that and her pink lacy underwear. It was the kind she wore for Hríd's eyes only, with a slit in the front that let her heart-shaped blonde pubes poke out so cutely and demurely - a sight that Hríd would unfortunately miss out on for the night.
Hríd couldn't comfort his poor wife in distress because he was locked out of his own room. A door slammed shut in the heat of an unfortunate moment had separated them. He left his copy of the room key in his princely tunic. However, he wasn't the type of man to give up on anything so easily, let alone his woman. As her man, it was his duty to comfort her.
He needed a bit of stamina to plan and execute his next mission, so he enjoyed the miss-steak Sky left on the stove to the best of his abilities.
It was... not very good. In fact, it tasted just as horrible as it smelled, though he kept such a straight face as he ate that no one would suspect how he really felt about it. It was one of his many strengths as a cool, reserved prince of ice.
The Niflian waited until the entire dormitory went completely dark and silent to make his first move. He couldn't just pick the lock and open his door; that would be far too risky. Then he remembered what today was, and what he was wearing.
Ninja robes were loose and lightweight, easy to move around in, so he maneuvered around outside the castle and stealthily crawled back into his dorm room through a conveniently opened window.
So deep in slumber at this late hour, Sky didn't notice a thing. At some point she rolled out of the blanket she always hogged from her dear, leaving herself completely unguarded and in just the perfect position for him to strike.
In her dream, the details were too blurry to make out any faces or figures. Sky could only visualize herself as an arid grass field in the middle of a frigid tundra. In this sort of climate, the blades of foliage were dry, brittle and pale, only nourished by tiny flakes of snow that gradually piled up into a white blanket all over her as the air outside turned to a chill.
"I will slip through."
The sly prince's fingers did so, through his darling's pretty pink lace panties. They slid down with such great dexterity that she couldn't detect a thing. Disrobing her was very much like defusing a trap.
With each calculated movement to ensure absolute silence, Hríd was careful not to finger his beloved too deep that his armor wristplate would suddenly press against her body, hurt her and wake her from her precious beauty sleep. Breath steady, the prince refused to make a single sound, suppressing how titillated the petite blonde summoner made him by simply existing in front of him. Runny mascara and disheveled hair, yet breathing so peacefully, Sky's messy, sleepy self was tempting him so much.
Putting the ninja training to good use, he made light, teasing strokes inside her tight, throbbing pussy with his fingers, just enough to get his woman going.
Sky was none the wiser. Each droplet of snow in her dreamland fell on the dry, grassy form she took, hydrating countless roots embedded in the vast turf. An enrapturing sensation, it was the way her mind processed her body being stimulated during sleep.
Her breaths turned to brief, faint purrs, soothing as soft snowfall in her hazy vision. She was drooling, too.
Hríd got so worked up, seeing his wife's pretty pink lips curl up into a smirk the way it did. He couldn't help but lightly kiss her and taste the spit falling off her face. All done privy to her as he tenderly stroked her off with super ninja precision, his body hovering mere millimeters above hers.
It wasn't just that. Her small perky handfuls and their nipples made themselves known through her wrinkled top, much like the way her abs poked out through them. The intoxicating sounds she made in her sleep enticed the man and his growing glacial erection against the velvety cloth of his white and aqua robes.
She was watering wet, practically melting at his hands.
And... he couldn't help himself.
"I found your weakness."
Undoing his belt he let his pants slip down. The gold shuriken on his belt jingled as it fell to the floor, but the rest of his armor made not a peep.
That massive, veiny, white Niflian cock of his and its bright and eager red head sprung out of his garb. The entire length was charmingly decorated with gold shuriken barbell piercings he DIYed down the shaft, a surprise he had planned for the Summoner before she shut the door in front of him earlier. He didn't mind that she fumbled his dinner, but she wasn't going to listen to him in that moment.
Gentle and silent, like a gradually forming blanket of snow, Hríd railed his wife. Tickling her g-spot with the barbs along his girth, he didn't make a sound. The prince bit his lip to stifle his heavy breaths, and he took great care to hold himself back from grabbing her too tight and too close. Though his steadily rising warmth would soon invade her dreams.
The vast white cold in Sky's dream piled up taller and taller, its heavy weight pressing upon her land more and more without giving her room to breathe or even process what was going on. This emotion in her dream was so intense, dulling her thoughts as she was in the midst of waking up.
In the misty sights of her half-asleep state, a giant puff of smoke made mountainous sheets of ice crumble over with all of their might, toppling over her with full force that felt so, so physically delightful.
Too physical in fact, that it couldn't have been a dream.
"I shall end this!"
He blew his sneaky ninja load inside of her, and just like that she was finished.
Sky jolted from her pillow awake and puzzled, alone on her bed. All she could remember was piles of snow falling over itself in her dream, and a familiar voice calling out to her.
She was pretty lightheaded, but not from being tired. Whatever it was, it felt like a breath of life, more invigorating than any stamina potion she ever chugged. That physically blissful feeling in her dream helped her hop out of bed with a pep in her step, in spite of her grogginess from all those nights prior. Waking up with this much energy in the morning right away was quite a pleasant surprise.
As she picked up her messy yellow hair in a ponytail to start her morning routine, it felt like something on her was missing. Like she fell asleep in one piece, and woke up with just one little thing she forgot to bring with her from the dream world.
Frantically pawing at her sheets, the Summoner crawled about the entire bed trying to figure out what it was she forgot from the night before. Was it her Breidablik? No, that was safely stored in her nightstand. Her journal? Right under the lamp; she planned to write in it as soon as she could recall everything she dreamt of.
This frenzied grabbing around the bed continued for a few minutes until she kicked her feet off of bed, looked down, and noticed she was hot and wet, an aching feeling between her legs. Traces of spiky purple pubes casually laid about their sheets and on top of her own pubes. Drops of thick, heavy cum drizzled down her thigh, still warm against her flesh from what she then realized was stealthy ninja sex that happened in her sleep.
Sky wasn't even wearing the panties she fell asleep in! They disappeared, without a trace. Just like Hríd did...
If she had stepped outside her dorm like this, the consequences would've been devastating.
Whatever happened before she got up, Sky knew her beloved was responsible for it somehow. She looked for her husband in their shared dorm, teetering off to the bathroom. She flicked the lights on... nothing.
Then she headed off to the kitchen, surely he was about to make breakfast for the two? Nope.
The dorm was shockingly empty, besides one half-naked Summoner.
After checking every drawer, nook and cranny for the third time, she headed back to her bedroom.
Rays of sunlight glimmered onto her desk, where a Secret Note from the Ninja Festival was left in plain sight. The window above their bed was wide open, curtains swaying about the early sunrise breeze that serenely whistled inside. Sky picked up the note and opened it. As she read it, her legs trembled trying to keep her petite frame balanced.
Good morning, my love.
These past few days I have been watching you silently from the shadows,
how diligently you look after all of us Heroes in preparation for the festival.
I know every little thing that worries you, but don't fret.
I will always be here to hold you in my arms and wipe all your tears away.
Though you were busy the entire day, in your sleep, you looked so beautiful and peaceful.
I couldn't help but indulge myself with you. I hope I didn't disturb your much-needed sleep.
Sky... the love of my life... you work so hard as our Summoner.
So hard, in fact, that it worries me very much.
Please don't beat yourself up about last night.
It's natural that there would be at least one mishap after you spent so many
busy and exhausting days preparing for the festival. Just for my sake.
I am always grateful for everything you do.
Even though you were too ashamed to serve it, your cooking is wonderful.
I could taste the love and care you poured into every bite of last night's dinner.
There is no need to apologize. I shall bring us some breakfast soon,
after l banish the pesky Summoner who insulted you earlier.
Rest easy today, and let me handle everything from here. 🎔
My heart is always yours,
Hríd
Sky felt her delicate heart warm up as she read the letter. Written in black ink on parchment with quick brushstrokes, the handwriting was clearly his. Each letter was neatly and compactly written with a sweet little heart at the end too.
Hríd, the frigid ninja himself, was nowhere to be seen. Just as the snow melted away in spring, he vanished before Sky woke up. He would soon return to the dorm with Sky's favorite pancakes, topped with an overindulgent hill of strawberries and whipped cream all to her liking. They shared a lovely breakfast together.
The Summoner who called her an air-headed bimbo? He was nowhere to be found. No one cared enough to wonder where he left, anyway.
Mission Accomplished.