Dana Bell - Very Much Alive

Frederica stood. “We are gathered here to welcome back one of our own, long thought lost to us.” She gestured with a smile to Kir, her voice warm and loving. “Baldur. Welcome home."

The room erupted into polite applause. Logan rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out, and crossed his arms over his chest. From the look on his face he was expecting a good show.

Kir stood. “My name is Kiran now. Baldur died the day his father pierced Loki's heart with an arrowhead of mistletoe.” He stared around the room, his expression devoid of warmth. “Anyone who calls me Baldur will be ignored.” He sat back down and stared at his mother.

Jordan whistled silently at the cold rage in Frederica's eyes. “And, of course, we must elect a new head of the firm.” She ignored Logan's chuckle. “I nominate Bal ... Kiran, who was born to lead us, on one condition, of course."

Jordan saw Logan's fists clench. Kir's jaw tightened. “I refuse to give up my relationships with Logan or Jordan, Frigg. Get over it."

She glared at Logan. “He is the sole reason you were taken from us, kept from us, for so long."

"No. That would have been Daddy Dearest, remember?"

Val entered the room, followed by Tyr. “And I'm going to hunt him down. Hodr still needs to be avenged. But I could use some help.” He stared around at the stunned faces of the other gods. Jordan was the only one who smiled at him.

No matter what else he'd done, he'd kept her men alive. She owed him.

Tyr nodded. “You have it.” He ignored Val's startled expression and turned to Kir. He held out the Godspear with a grin. “This belongs to you."

Logan watched as Kir's lip curled. His long, strong fingers took the spear from Travis's hand.

Frigg's gloating expression turned Jordan's stomach. The sweet-natured Grammy she knew had turned into a self-centered shrew. She was almost tempted to ask Logan to make her some applesauce just to get her Grammy back. “Congratulations, my son. You are now in your rightful place as king of the gods."

"No."

Tyr's brows rose. “You were always meant to lead the gods. You know that."

Kir laughed. “Yes, but, you see, they never said which gods.” He waved a hand at the men and women seated around the conference table. “As far as I'm concerned, the majority of them can rot in hell.” He turned to Val, ignoring the outraged gasps of the others. “You ... you I'm putting on probation, along with Magnus and Morgan."

Val gulped.

Logan growled. Jordan hid her smile behind her hand. If Kir and I gang up on him, we should be able to win him over.

Kir gently lifted her face. “You and Logan are going to be by my side for the rest of eternity."

"Now, blondie, we need to discuss that.” Logan's arm went around her shoulder to tug her closer.

“She's not immortal."

Jordan and Kir exchanged a grin. “She is now."

Logan's brows shot up. “How?"

"Mistletoe scratches."

"You mean, you two bonded?"

Kir nodded.

Logan collapsed in relief. “Thank God. I actually thought I was gonna have to ask Lefty for a favor.” He shuddered.

"Get over yourself, hothead.” Travis grinned. “Oh, hey, by the way, congratulations! When were you going to make the announcement?"

Jordan turned to stare, confused, at a wide-eyed Logan. What announcement? From the devilish gleam in Travis's eye it had to be good.

Logan was shaking his head at Travis. “Ix-nay, Lefty."

"What announcement?” Jordan was looking back and forth between the two men, her suspicions roused. They were roused even further when Kir turned his back, his shoulders shaking, tiny little snickers escaping despite his attempts to muffle them.

Travis's grin was pure mischief. “The announcement of your marriage to Logan, of course."

More outraged gasps filled the room as Logan stood. Jordan smacked Logan on the arm. “When did I get married? And why wasn't I invited?"

Jordan glared. Kir sputtered.

Logan groaned. “Gee, thanks a lot.” He stared at Val. “Need any help hunting down Grimm?"

Val's lips twitched. “I think you have more important things to take care of right now.” He nodded at Jordan, a soft smile on his harsh face, the uncle she'd grown up loving finally revealed to her men.

“You're in good hands, honey. They'll take care of you."

She took a deep breath. She'd deal with Logan later. “How's Jamie?"

"She's hurting. I took her to Jefferson; they're taking good care of her."

"Good.” She turned to ask Travis a question, but the other man was gone. “Huh."

"You ready to go?” Kir took one hand, Logan the other.

"You can't leave.” Frederica stood, her glare equally divided between Logan and Jordan. “You have responsibilities."

Kir tugged at their joined hands until the three of them started moving towards the front door. “You're absolutely right, Mother.” He grinned. “I think I need to pay a visit to Hell."

He laughed as he tugged his lovers out of the room.

"Hell?” Jordan stared at the back of Kir's head. She turned to look up at Logan, who was grinning. “Is he serious?"

He looked down at her. “Look on the bright side.” The two men tugged her into the elevator and hit the button for the first floor. As the door closed, Logan winked at someone over her head. “You'll never be bored."

She heard a chuckle as the door closed. She wasn't very surprised when Kir hit the emergency stop button halfway between floors. The two of them were desperate to reaffirm their bond with Logan, make sure he was safe and all right. Part of her knew what they were about to do was completely insane, but if they weren't safe together, when were they safe?

When Kir started unbuttoning her blouse she stopped him. “Logan first."

They turned and grinned at him.

The heat in his gaze alone drove the temperature in the elevator up a few degrees. A bead of sweat dripped between Jordan's breasts, testament to the fact that the temperature really had gone up.

Logan's eyes followed the path. “Clothes off."

Kir began slowly undressing her while Logan quickly undressed himself. He joined Kir, both of them stopping to give her little nibbling kisses down her breasts, to her stomach, and down each leg. They carefully avoided her pussy, grinning when she groaned in frustration.

Before she knew it her back was on the elevator wall, her legs wrapped around Logan's waist. His cock tunneled in and out of her with quick, almost manic strokes, while Kir stripped behind them and watched with a savage expression on his face.

"Love you,” she gasped against Logan's lips as he pushed her into a quick and dirty orgasm that left her dripping and wrung out. She felt Kir gently pushing her legs aside, but didn't have the strength to open her eyes. She just smiled dreamily as Logan's strokes slowed down, caressing her still quivering flesh from the inside out.

Logan gasped and tensed. “Kir?"

"A redhead sandwich.” Kir leered at her over Logan's shoulder as he thrust slowly into Logan's ass.

“Mm-mm."

"Oh, shit,” Logan gasped, laughing, as Kir began fucking him from behind. “Why in the hell did you bring lube to rescue me?"

"Didn't you know? He's the ultimate boy scout."

Logan's strokes began to pick up speed again. “I thought that was Superman."

"Up, up and away.” Kir bit down on Logan's shoulder, sucking up a mark.

Logan reached between their bodies and began fingering her clit as she began the slow climb to orgasm once more.

Logan came first, shooting inside her with a drawn out moan. She wasn't far behind him, and from the sounds of it, neither was Kir.

They collapsed onto the elevator floor, Logan and Kir gently easing her down, careful of her shoulder.