Valkyrie's Curse

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A month of terror for you to see  things aren't always as they appear to be.

Welcome to Storytime Trysts Octoberfest!

 

 

As always bear in mind that these are first draft stories.  Final manuscripts will be slightly different after editing revisions. You are always free to leave comments about anything pertaining to the stories here. 

 

For my contribution we are going to a small island off the coast of Europe, part of Denmark, the island of Zealand, to a little known town called Lejre. (Pronounced Ledger) 

 

 

Valkyrie's Curse

 

by

 

Ellie Mack

 

 

Scott set the radar equipment back in the plastic tub as he watched Helena.  She was gorgeous.  He had watched her over the past three years in classes.  She was involved with someone else, but  he hoped that it would end.  Whoever Bryce was, he didn’t deserve her.

He cleared his throat.   “Hey Helena.  I finished with the radar, we’ll have the whole area mapped  by noon tomorrow.  What are you working on there?”

Helena turned towards Scott, leaning back in the folding chair. “Just reviewing the original finds of Price and Alkamp; compared to the 1926 discoveries of Lindquist.  There are so many discrepancies.  We have to be careful to keep the site clean.”

“Yeah, if we fail to produce they fail to pay us.”  He walked the short distance to the chair next to her.   “I need my pay to cover next semester.  This is the only income I’ve got till we get back home.”

She smiled at him, it was one of the things she liked about Scott, his practical side.  The fact that he worked to pay his own way, that he didn’t just exist on the student loans which had come to be the norm.  She herself had spent nearly half her trust fund to cover her schooling.  Scott competed with her for top student in the department.  The past two semesters he’d beaten her.  Scott worked harder than anyone she knew.  He had two scholarships and at least two jobs.  What he didn’t have was a huge amount of debt.

Bryce on the other hand, had an enormous amount of debt.  When Helena had shared the fact that she had spent  part of her trust fund, he started asking for numbers.  When she told him that she only had a small amount remaining, he dumped her for Savannah Rogers.  Savannah had the intelligence of a flea, and the ambition of a sloth.  Luckily for her though, daddy had a lot of money,  enough to pay for a boob job right out of high school to guarantee her  local modeling jobs, and work the front desk of his cycle shop. 

Helena leaned back over the back of the chair stretching.  “What do you say we go into Roskilde before the undergrads show up?”

Scott startled.  “You mean  just the two of us?”

“I don’t bite Scott.  Come on we’ve been in the department since we were sophomores together.“  Then she grinned and added,  “Well, I won’t bite too hard anyway.”

“Sure, if you can drive.”   He shifted slightly.  He’d wanted her that long, yes.  He wanted her the first day of class, but decided that he’d get to know her better.  By the third week of the semester, Bryce had already asked her out.  He’d been kicking himself ever since.

“No problem.  Let me wrap up here.  I’ll meet you at the Land Rover in about ten minutes ok?  I’ll just go change into something less grimy.”

He could have done back flips!  He hurried to his tent, and quickly changed into a fresh shirt.  Scott stood, leaning against the Land Rover when Helena walked towards it, talking on her cell phone.  His heart instantly sank.  It was probably Bryce.

When she closed her phone and tucked it away, she looked irritated.  She climbed silently into the vehicle.  He did likewise.  She turned the ignition on, then slammed it into gear and sped away, throwing gravel behind them.

 “Whoa there Speedy. Want to talk about it?”

She sighed, a very loud exhale before slamming on the brakes and pulling over on the side of the road.  “It’s just everything, alright?  First Bryce dumps me as I’m getting on the plane, now Dr. Montgomery wants to make a camp inspection tomorrow and he’s scheduled the Denmark officials to visit Friday.  Hell, we don’t even have the place mapped yet.  We just freaking got here!  We’re not even fully staffed and he wants everything done now!” 

Scott leaned over and took her hand in his.  “It’s OK.  We’ll do what we can.  Brad is holding down camp with his cyber chick. We’ll get on the mapping first thing in the morning.”    He squeezed her hand. “Tell you what, I’ll buy.  You need to unwind!”

They drove the rest of the short trip discussing the site, the undergrads, rumors about the professor, and reminiscing about their first two digs together.  By the time Helena parked the car at Gimle’s, they were laughing together.    The shared a quick meal, then headed downstairs to the nightclub area.

Somewhere between the second and third Carlsberg, they shared a slow dance together.  Scott held her close, but was cautious about making her feel pressured or obligated.

“You know what Scott?”  She laid her head on his shoulder.

He hugged her tighter, his hand gently caressing her back.  God she smelled good and felt so good in his arms.   “What Helena?”

She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes, leveling a serious look at him.   “You are a true gentleman.”  Then she kissed him softly.  Her lips barely brushing against his, but lingering as she gently sucked  his lower lip.

Scott was instantly hard.  His body wanted to walk her to the back wall and take her right now in a frenzied fashion.  His head said she deserved so much more.  As she started to pull away, his hand flew to the back of her head and held her there as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing, swiping against her lips, requesting access.  Slowly she parted for him.  As they stood together in their embrace kissing, the room surrounding them seemed to disappear.

After what seemed like a half hour he released her.  He clasped her hand and pulled her along behind him.  He ordered them another Carlsberg.  They walked hand in hand to a grassy knoll just before the marina at the head of Roskilde Fjord.  They sat on the knoll, staring out over the calm deep waters of the fjord.  The sun was just beginning to come up, and Scott thought there was no better time to make his move.  He leaned over and kissed Helena.  She readily responded to his kiss. In  a matter of seconds he had her on her back, kissing her deeply, caressing her skin, cupping her breast.  Occasionally they came up for breath.  He caressed over her stomach and down her legs tenderly, lovingly.

He broke the kiss long enough to scoot her between his legs, sitting up with his arms embracing her.  He kissed her once more, a rather aggressive demanding kiss, but broke it off.  “Let’s watch.”

The sun was just breaking the horizon.  They sat watching until it was fully over the water.  Scott held her in his arms, kissing her arms, her neck, and nibbling at her ear.  Then he turned her in his arms and kissed her deeply one final time .  “We best be heading back.”

They walked to the Land Rover hand in hand.  He pushed her against the car, pinning her, pressing into her wanting to devour her but knowing he needed to slow down.  He didn’t want a casual thing with Helena.  He’d wanted her for three years, he could wait just a little longer.  He released her and walked to the passenger’s side. 

When they reached their camp, she tugged him into her tent.  They fell asleep fully clothed laying in each other’s arms.