The Berserker-Werewolves

Melkorkar had made her way towards the Island of Hlesey, wishing to pay her dear friend: Hlaðgerðr a visit.

" This place gives me the creeps… " said Ref, as all the nearby women were glaring at them; " we should be wary of them… "

Ref was making a good point as these women were the same women: Thor had had a hard time against…

" There is nothing to worr- "

Mel was cut short as she was tackled to the ground.

" Mel!- "

Ref stopped short as Hlaðgerðr - Hlaðgerðr who very much resembled: https://instagram.com/mmxmmy?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=, was tickling Melkorkar.

" Stop! STOP! I am going to pee myself!! "

The laughter continued as Hlaðgerðr continued her tickling. She then held her face a few inches away from Mel's lips. Melkorkar could feel Hlaðgerðr's hair and breathe on her. She then noticed her eyes; her pupils resembling that of a wolf's.

Hlaðgerðr kissed Melkorkar.

" I got your first kiss. " she said, gleefully.

Melkorkar smiled at her.

" That wasn't your first kiss?! "

Melkorkar simply shrugged her shoulders, but Hlaðgerðr did genuinely sound hurt.

They then spent the rest of the afternoon at the tavern.

It was late at night, as Melkorkar noticed that Hlaðgerðr was fast asleep on the table; her many drinks keeping her warm.

Melkorkar had to relieve some of the many drinks she had downed, so she got up, and headed straight for the ladies room outside the tavern.

Melkorkar just sat there, at the dead of night.

No leaf stirred.

No cricket sang.

All was quiet, as if the predator was silently approaching its prey.

Melkorkar managed to pull her pants up, as the stall she was using toppled over.

" Someone is going to pay… " said Melkorkar, covered in shit and piss, crawling out of the stall.

Someone growled.

Melkorkar halted, she then paused in terror, as a large, humanoid, wolf was towering over her.

Melkorkar braced herself for an attack, which never came. The werewolf just kept on growling at her from a distance. The werewolf then covered her nose, making Melkorkar realize why it had not attacked.

" Your nose is holding you back. " Melkorkar, who then took a whiff of herself; " and I totally understand why… "

She stood up, which is something she immediately regretted as she was surrounded by several other werewolves.

" Hmm… this is quite the predicament… "

The werewolf before her: her growling intensified.

Melkorkar realized that the foul smell no longer bothered her. The werewolf lounged for her, but was tackled to the ground by Hlaðgerðr, in her own werewolf form.

Hlaðgerðr and the enemy werewolf howled and growled at one another. Hlaðgerðr absolutely refused to let them get as much as an inch closer to Melkorkar, and Melkorkar promised herself: if she survived this… she would give Hlaðgerðr a memorable kiss.

Mel may not be able to keep that promise, as all the werewolves lounged for her and Hlaðgerðr.

Mel was about to cast a powerful spell, till someone shouted:

" Enough! "

All the werewolves halted, some even in midair, as an elegant, regal, queenly, werewolf made her way towards Mel.

" The queen. " said Hlaðgerðr, bowing.

The queen, taller than the rest of them, stood before Melkorkar.

" I do apologize for their rude behavior. "

" No… problem… "

" Honestly: we are more civilized than this. "

" What about that time with Thor? "

" He was pretty much asking for it. "

" That does sound like him... "