I knew I would not be disappointed. The night had been full of pleasant surprises. I know that it would not be fair to even begin to compare Odin and Heimdall, so I do not attempt it. Their styles of lovemaking are so different. It would be like comparing apples and oranges.

As much as I would like to stay, I know that at some point I am going to have to return to Valhalla and face what this day will bring. I wonder if Odin spent the night with Frigga. In a way, I hope he did. It would blunt his ire towards my own actions. I will find out when I return. But, for now, I prefer to return to more pleasant thoughts and allow myself to drift back off to sleep.

A couple of hours later, I awaken to the aroma of breakfast, which sits on a nearby table.

"Good morning, beautiful," Heimdall says as he notices my return to consciousness.

He is standing naked by the window. I cannot keep myself from staring at his nearly perfect Nordic male physique.

"Good morning to you, handsome."

"Are you hungry?" he asks.

"I am famished. You have drained this goddess of every ounce of her energy. I see you have brought provisions for refueling."

"Of course. We cannot have you starving to death from passion now, can we," he says with a wink.

"No, nor you. Please bring me some of that wonderful looking fruit," I gently command as I sit up in the bed we have shared.