Fracture Line

I was standing in what, I don't know, was the reception room to the cave, apparently now my/our home. Bjorn was standing, looking proud, putting an arm around me, moving us toward the opening...something about the view. On the 'walk' down, which I now thought of as 'dead mans stairs' (lacking only a gallows) leading to 'home' there'd been plenty of view, I just was too caught up in terror as well as not falling to notice.

Almost at the edge, his arm around my shoulder, I could tell how enormously proud of this he was and, maybe in a couple of decades, when I'd seen it on a daily basis, perhaps I could come to appreciate it as he did. "Look, if we dive from here, into the waves, deep water!"

I turned into him, put my head on his shoulder, surely, Oh My God, surely he didn't mean, just for fun he'd jumped, dove, pushed off....no one could survive...but no one wasn't Bjorn. A question in my mind, 'had he ever gone over and into the raging, killing water....' didn't get asked as I didn't want to know the answer.

Holding me was good, I was calming....until he took one leg in one hand and one wrist in another and...oh my motherfucking God, he was going to play airplane with me, you know, when you were a kid and your dad picked you up just like this and whirled you around. Over the green lawn. Maybe two or three feet below you but I was being flown out so I could look straight down, oh Jesus, please, keep Bjorn strong, so stro.....noooooooooooo  now it's going to be one wrist to one wrist and I'm losing my grip, I..down...look white, spume foam water Bjorn in cave out water down downdowndo....

On the floor of the cave I decided not to open my eyes as I was still reviewing my life and we were only up to the point where he first pushed me into the water on Kodiak Island...an owl...soft furry needles, his Viking cock in me...something pecking at my head...walking on my chest...I open one eye and two black eyes, separated by a black beak look back. I particularly noticed the hair in the beak as I think its mine...

"Odin, no, naughty bird, not the head...you know.....where's Frigga?"

I lay there, wondering about, oh, things, life, death, a bird standing on my chest now pulling hair from around my nipple and, more good news, there's another one plucking at my arm pit...good thing I'm naked, otherwise they'd go through my shirt...I guess.  I want to ask a question but....I can' seem to force anything out, memories of stark terror keep assaulting me...then one of the damn birds heads for my nuts and takes a few strands from there.

"Ho, Haakon, you meet Odin and Frigga, our friends who have the nest with chicks. They must like you...."

I gasp out...'what are they doing, they're pulling the hair out of one of my balls...Bjorn...please...;'

Something in my voice must get to them as they delicately hop to one side of me where.....Christ!....there's a pile of hair, mine.

"Yes, that's enough, go, Haakon will be here, he will let you have more." Seems good enough for them so each taking half the pile of my hair, they fly out the front of the cave; I envy them, they don't fall to their death and, actually, now that I can try and think about it, the simple answer is that I fell to my death and these birds...well, hell, what about the damn birds and why....?"

Bjorn squats beside me giving me a spectacular view of his testicles hanging between his legs...his cock is at semi-parade rest but not down. "So, now you meet Odin and Frigga, our friends, our watchers, you saw their nest as we came down."

Well, I saw somebody's nest, that it was theirs....

"When they have nestlings, like now, they want soft fur to line the nest so they take it from me....look, you can see where under my arms-they are almost hairless-and my manly fur, down here." Again, now that I look, I can see there's a certain randomness to the hair around his cock and balls...."By next year we will have regrown and with two of us, give them more for their chicks. When they come back, please, let them finish your crotch, they seem to feel the softest lining for their nest comes from there." I guess to put some sort of imprimatur on it, he leans down, kisses the matting, stands up then lifts me.

I worry about that for, recently, when he picked me up I've ended up in some sort of perilous situation, the edge of the cliff, the descent, the 'flight' over the sea below....I guess  I can't blame the birds on him but...he encouraged them. Now I'm still stark naked in his arms and where are we going?

Well of course, this is sort of one off Scandinavia, where we're going is to the sauna naturally, since we're in a hole in the ground, we don't have a typical one, no, that would  be too, well un-Bjorn. What he has is a hole that we crawl-yes crawl-through into a very dark place that is only slightly more humid than a swamp in Louisiana. But a whole lot hotter.

“So this is the good place to talk. Haakon, I mean to say this back at the airport but I was so excited to see you, I think, maybe, well, I think my enthusiasm...”

“You fucked me. With enthusiasm, don't worry, I like it when you fuck me, nobody fucks like you and, well, unless we're in the town square or a McDonalds, you can fuck me....”

Perhaps I'd been too encouraging. In the heat in the damp on a plank, well, you know, I got fucked.

“Haakon...there is no man like you...if now you wanted to leave me....”

“I don't. Back at my parents, I realized something, Bjorn, I don't think I love you, I know I love you and if you don't love me....it's okay....Just...”

“I wanted to say that to you but I was afraid you...would....well...oh, Haakon..is it yes from you, about loving me?”

All I could do was nod but in the steamy fog I wondered if he could see me so, it was a spur of the moment idea, I found his cock, attached myself and blew him. I don't know, maybe some things say 'I love you' more than a blow job but on the moment, that's what came to mind, mouth and hand. He stroked my back but as he got closer to my tail, his stroking got more erratic, moved to my ass, began to fumble a finger or two or more, all nice and steamy moist up my tail....He was spontaneously beginning to make a fist when he blew almost taking out my nasal passages then collapsed, leaving some fingers in me. One thing left, I found his mouth, worked it open and used my tongue as a siphon and let his juice flow back to him....He lapped it like a puppy at a water dish, surrounded me with his body, squeegeed the moisture from me and drank it....”Haakon....I will love you forever, I know that...please...”

I closed his lips with my fingers then for the first time in my life knew that I loved someone completely.

Later in what he called a bed, I called a collection of skins, furs, pelts-not  including ours-he held my head so close to his, put his temple next to mine and made sounds that I could hear, no words, almost the sounds of the sea...he was taking me to his world, the sea, the water, it was his blood I heard coursing but his blood was made from sea water and with that incredibly comforting sound, I slept. 

For some days, I don't know how many, he showed me around his amazing home. Until he showed me, I hadn't thought about a fully functional bathroom, one with a toilet, running hot and cold water but it was there. Not the standard issue sort but once you learned that he felt toilet paper was irrelevant, and got over a certain revulsion, it worked nicely. Guests, if there ever were any, might have a surprize but that wasn't a problem. Yet.

Or maybe we had no guests, having walked the 'formal' approach to the rocky porte cochere, I could certainly understand how guests might stand on the edge of oblivion then decide they heard their mother calling or, failing an excuse, just backed away....some of the ground was crumbling into the sea, far, far below.

What was truly staggering was the interior size, much of it not finished in any way but all of it smoothed by previous lava flows. Water percolated down from the field and, he said and I'd learned to trust what he said, was pure. Oh, and the Ravens, Odin and Frigga, did return and did...well, let us just say it will grow back; For all the men who keep their balls and crotch shaved or waxed, you have nothing to discuss until you've been plucked by a large black Raven, or two of them. I finally got up the courage-okay, he took me there, carefully holding on to me-to see the nest, the nestlings, our fur...the proud parents....I was told I could name the chicks. I wondered if Hairy, Furry and Fuzzy were names? Certainly that would give them relevance to their surroundings. One thing, it was interesting to see how cleverly Frigga, perhaps having a moment for interior décor, had wound the various colors of my hair with Bjorns hair,  quite striking until you remembered the source. 

One morning Bjorn announced that we had to get up and go to work. While I understood, fully, the concept of work, I'd pretty much decided that the remainder of my life would be lived in an elaborate cave with a crazy man I loved; Made sense to me. Issues such as food...minor considerations I just assumed Bjorn, the magician of resources, would solve that or Odin and Frigga would go to the market and haul back whatever was needed. Nope, I was handed what he chose for me to wear-I was actually fully covered-and then...The Big Son Of A Bitch opened the door to the stair case that led to a barn in the field by the car. He had the balls to laugh, cackle really, as I swore steadily and constantly all the way into town. I believe I told him, among other things, I hoped he had a great relationship with his hand, as his beloved Haakon had just shut down his favorite sexual recreational spot. Both of them.

First up was with my new occupation, one for which I was adequately suited, as a research chemist with a small pharmaceutical firm doing work in the area-I should have guessed-the uses of sea products in medicines.  I wondered if Bjorn 'just happened' to have an interest in the company and how they'd heard about me? Duh.

In fact they couldn't have been more charming, made me more than welcome and then, to my delight, threw Bjorn out as being a nuisance. (He only thought that he understood nuisance-the issue of the stair case was hot on my mind and, when we got home, assuming I'd go home with him, there was to be a discussion about height-concerns-and the single research chemist. Yes there would be.)

Beyond what they did, which was genuinely interesting, that first day I found out quite a lot about my boy Bjorn, things he wouldn't have told me but, it was assumed, I knew. For instance, he was a man of considerable wealth so why he chose to live in that drafty cave...virtually all of his businesses, and there were several, dealt with the sea in one way or another. In Scotland, a hard hat diving school, a meteorological service that provided sometimes life saving information to fishing fleets about weather, one that refurbished ships, a custom yacht building yard...by the time he picked me up later that day-as we drove I myself annealed to the far side of the jalopy that he'd first almost killed me with-I'd thought up some good questions to which he had best have some great answers. Did I still love him? Yes but now that I was established as his in the mind of, I found, the whole damn country, love was about to be tempered with curiosity and there was no cat to be killed.

We had dinner at a very pleasant inn where, no surprise, they knew him. They knew about me and, one could tell, only their innate politeness stopped them from sitting down and asking questions...our hosts were lovely people but they must have noticed that, at our table, it was cloudy with a chance of lightning and thunder. 

Back down the staircase and into our lava tube nest. “Haakon, is there some problem...were you mistreated today?”

I just stared at him. For once, he knew that he was in trouble and he knew why, whether he'd concede the issue was yet to be discovered but, one thing, it was fucking sure to be mentioned.

“One question....why in hell did you traumatize me by making me take up cliff walking on my first day?” That was all I said. There was a long, long silence; I could see him come up with, then dispose of, several answers. “It was stupid, Haakon, but...” I looked at him and the 'but' froze in his mouth.

“You did it to test me, to see if I could do it and, Bjorn, that was unfair to me. I was frightened, yes, most people would be and why you would even do that...I don't know.” He hung his head and I knew I'd guessed right. It was a test for me but but he'd flunked.

“I'm tired, I'm going to bed and if there were a door, I'd lock it. Go sleep with Odin and Frigga, I'm sure they'll make you welcome.” It was a great speech, perfectly delivered only spoiled by tripping on my own feet-I hadn't been wearing shoes lately-in my haughty attempt at the grand exit and falling flat on my ass. He was on me immediately.

“Haakon, please, it was wrong and foolish and now I've made you to hurt yourself, please, I cannot let you hurt, let me pick you up.”  And the sucker of the Western World did let him pick me up, did let him take me to bed and did let him both blow and fuck me? I slept beautifully.

We developed a rhythm, we both got up, went to work, some days he had to leave the country to see to his other interests and, finding I could not figure out the way he'd set up the gearing in the jalopy, he bought a motorcycle for me with heavy weather gear; In Iceland a necessity. However, on those days when it was fine, he would take me for long rides almost always stopping at the never ending selection of beautiful waterfalls. We camped out, found some of the saunas provided by the government always adjacent to some body of cold water to jump in periodically. Even as winter came on, and I wondered if the cave would really be warm enough-if I was in 'bed' with Bjorn, warmth was not a problem but given our habit of wandering around basically nude, some modest form of heat might be nice. That, however, was no longer a worry when one day he pulled me to him, kissed me and said....that a letter had come for me some days back, he thought I'd best be with him when I read it.

I recognized my brother's handwriting which made opening it almost an act of panic...to my knowledge, Tim had never written anyone, even our grandparents thanking them for Christmas money.

“Dear Joey”

“Bro I have to tell you this and I hope you can forgive me. I never told you  but a long time ago I fell in love with you and when you were here, talking about Bjorn, I wanted to kill myself. You were so happy and after that fucker in California, you deserved this. I offered to drive you to Msp to tell you how I felt and about your guy but I chickened out.

I guess that's about it. If you never want to see or speak to me again, then that's gotta be the way it is. You are a swell brother, just be happy.  I'm sorry.”

“Love, Tim”

“You knew what was in this....”

“I've been talking to Tim on the phone...”

“What phone?” and then I remembered, he had a satellite phone, I'd even used it once, just after I arrived. I'd done the dutiful son thing and called home to say I'd arrived safely and all was well.

“He called me a month ago, he was in a hospital some place, ran away from home and cut...”

I slammed my hand over his mouth. “I, I have to get to him...Bjorn, oh my

God, Bjorn, what can I do...I have to go home or....wherever he is...”

“He'll be here tomorrow.” I was stunned, horrified. Tim? Here? In Iceland?

“Haakon...he has to see you, there's nothing you can do but he needs a brother so...best he come here to find a brother....”

“Do you understand what you're saying? I love you, Tim's my brother but you're almost saying I should take him to bed and....and....”

“Have sex with him. And then we'll get him a brother.”

One of us had gone mad, probably me, why not? Or Bjorn who was cheerfully telling the man he loved that, Surprise!, the brother who loves to the point that he tried to commit suicide is going to be here and you're going to fuck him. Simple.

I just stared at him and started to slowly shake my head for this was so beyond what I could imagine...I had visions of my parents, Christ, did they know? I asked. They only knew he had been sick and was coming to see his brother. Did they understand the situation here? With Bjorn? And Me? Yes, he'd told them. Well, that kills Christmas at home with the folks, my mentally unbalanced brother, my lover, me and, what the hell, take along Odin and Frigga....the chicks were now flying, nearly fully grown, we'd all show up. Souvenirs of Iceland, loved and damaged.

“Haakon, someone else is coming; I told you, he needs a brother and so he'll have a brother....mine.”

“You have a brother?” Jesus I was angry and upset and confused. “You have a  brother? Never mentioned him or is this something...” At which point he grabbed me, put his hand over my mouth and pulled me to him.

“My brother Erik, much younger, lives in the Faeroes with my parents...”

“Your parents?”

“Yes. Of course, I have parents, did you think I was hatched?” That's when I slapped him.

“None of this, none is funny or amusing. You've just never mentioned parents or a brother or the Faeroes....and Tim. Turn loose of me you, you Viking Oaf. You set this all up, and I have to deal with it.”

He grabbed me again, holding me so my back was to him and he had control of my arms. “No, we have to deal with this and we will. Either Tim was going to come here, I couldn't stop him or...I rather not think and Erik has wanted to meet you and I thought all the brothers together, maybe this is a good thing.”

“And what? I fuck my brother while you fuck your brother and if we're not too tired out, we switch brothers.”

“Haakon, maybe it would not be bad for you to....sleep with Tim.” I was aghast. “I have slept with Erik....we had sex...no one is damaged, we love each other but now, there's you and he....” He lost the thread because to continue it only made it worse.

Exhaustion, fear, concern, fright...I broke into tears, something I didn't often do. “My God, you and your brother so....that makes it okay for Tim and me..?”

Now he was mad at himself, probably because he realized he'd tried to use something he'd done to get me to do it as well. He also must have realized that Tim was in a precarious state and with that big open hole and if he got upset....

We stood there, two adults, men who did love each other but faced with the sort of problem that no one prepares you for. It was up to me to try and calm down so I went to him put my arms around him, kissed him and we stood there, waiting, wondering while far below the sea was especially violent. 

Erik arrived first; Coming from the Faeroes to Iceland was no easy thing. After two commuter flights, he ended up six hundred miles East of where he'd started in Cobnhavn-Copenhagen to the Anglo contingent-then back to Iceland. Bjorn would meet his plane, they'd knock around town collect Tim and head back for the cave. I went to work but was so shaky I finally apologized after the last bit of breakage-ominously familiar, got on my bike and rode home.

It was a very long wait, or seemed that way, until I heard them on the stairs leading down to the cave and whatever the future was going to be. I was at the door when it opened, forgetting which way it opened so got knocked on the floor. Not an ice breaker, not intentionally, but it focused all of us on something other than, well, all of us.

I said nothing, took Tim in my arms, told him all was well, I hated what he'd done to himself, that I was the cause....which is when he broke down, something he'd probably needed to do. There was no way  to greet Erik, who completely understood. He and Bjorn left us brother and brother and brother and brother to sort it all out.

Tim and I stood together for what seemed a very long time, eventually his crying turned itself back to just whimpering and trying to say things to me which I didn't allow; I couldn't understand him between his hiccuping tears and was afraid I might not hear something I should hear.

“I read your letter and...Tim, I wish you'd told me then, I love you, really always will I just never thought of you and never considered you'd think of me as more than your brother. You almost broke my heart just as, apparently, I did break yours. But, Tim, all those years....why didn't you say something...? We were wallowing around, naked, with each other, did you get aroused, did you want me then.....?”

“Remember when we had twin beds, before we had separate rooms, remember how it would get cold and I'd get in bed with you....I was too young to figure it out but I guess...that far back. I used to sneak around just to be near you....then you went away to school and...I don't know, wasn't much I could do, 'cept hope. Then you came home after you'd met Bjorn and I knew you were in love with him, you'd probably had sex with him, there was never going to be a chance, man, that was all I wanted was a chance to tell you I really loved you, wanted you...that stupid trip to the airport....”

“Yeah, that stupid trip...Tim, I have to ask you...do you still want to sleep with me, have sex with me and...have you ever even had some sort of sex with a man?” I was afraid of the answer. He just shook his head. Well, shit, why his being a virgin made it more difficult I didn't know but somehow it did. In a horrible way, it was probably just as well that I was the man to take that from him, his brother, someone he loves and who loves him. I needed to talk to Bjorn. Badly.

Tim seemed emotionally overwhelmed so I did what I thought was best, I had him strip, use our great warm shower then put him in the pile of furs that we used as a bed, told him to rest, I'd be right back. I only half meant that last sentence. Finding Bjorn and Erik was no problem they were at the edge of our hole looking down at the winter surf which almost cast spatter up to us; It did force cold blasts of air up which made clothing almost mandatory.

I finally got to do the introduction to Erik who was a younger version of Bjorn only with a coppery brown hair and much more hair on his chest-I suddenly thought of Frigga and wondered if she'd like to perk up her nest with an accent color?

“He's a virgin. He wants me to take him...you two have been through this, sorry Erik, Bjorn told me about the two of you, so I hope to hell you have some sort of help for me. I know I'm going to have to do it, in a horrible sort of way, if I don't it.... scares the shit out of me to think how he might get his... first fuck.”

“Do you want us with you? It might be easier for him....surrounded by men all of whom have done it, who care about it....well, I don't mean for the act but get him relaxed...remember brother, you used to massage me....maybe you could rub him, relax him....what do you think?”

“Ja, well, yes this I do, Bjorn you now go...be with him explain something of love maybe he knows if Haakon wants him but is frightened...”

It was a stunningly good idea. That moved it from my being the aggressor, the taker or cherries, but the loving brother who loved his brother, was afraid to hurt his younger brother....That left Erik and me with a difficult topic surrounding his sex life with a man I'd known less than an hour.

“Haakon, let me to you say that Bjorn and I...it is not what it may sound. I forced him to take me, to fuck me....Haakon, I held a gun to me...loaded...he had no choice....”

Under the circumstances, how he could even get mildly erect much less full penetration hard.....

“....it was a bad thing to me to do...I hate myself then and only later when he forgave me and we fuck again...Tim, I think, will not do something so foolish. He seems a nice boy...”

“He's a man”

“...but a naive one, yes? He thinks he knows that having you in him will, who can say, maybe not get you for that, he knows well that Bjorn is your mate but...perhaps he finds a place in your life...other than just the younger brother. I had to do that...having an older brother such as Bjorn...” and he smiled. Yes, that was an easy read, even having a distant cousin like Bjorn would be....difficult.

“That first time....”

“Nei, it was bad, the gun, I held it to his balls....I was crazy...even when I licked him to make him stiff, I held the gun...”

A thought came to me. “But Erik, I know how strong Bjorn is, he could have got the gun from you...”

“Ja but he knew to do so, we had to finish this awful thing the way I wanted...so we did.” He stopped. I could see him look out the opening to the Winter sea, the horizon, to a time long gone...”I did not see him for maybe two years? Then I thought maybe I never see him again...he went far away, my parents, they could not find him...and it was my stupid mistake that cause this.”

“Now?”

“Ja, well now all is good. Bjorn is very intelligent, he came back to apologize to our parents for frightening them and, later, took me again as someone who loves you does....it made me understand his love for me and, maybe, my love for him. So now, we are today, Tim, you....Haakon, my experience is no good to you. I know he tried to maybe hurt himself but, I think, that's passed. He's here with you, with Bjorn and me, two brothers who have the same feelings...dear Haakon who is the loved of my brother....go to him, take him, make him your new brother....”

Erik was right. If I'd stayed at home, in South Dakota, we'd have grown up, what ever our relationship, it would never be as two young boys playing, it would become....different. I was older, the leader and now...as I walked toward the place where I knew Bjorn and Tim were, I thought...he is your brother who loves you, all that you will do is, in a different way than is usual, show him his love is returned. It may have been a crock but, just then, it was just what I needed.

I found  Bjorn beside Tim in the mass of furs. He was gently stroking him as....mutheragawd....Tim was sucking on his dick. He put one finger over his mouth suggesting I be quiet; In my advanced state of shock, silence was no problem. He extended an arm to me, I stumbled toward him and it, let him pull me down, started to unbutton my shirt....took Tim away from his milk maker, had him look up at me, smile then moved his hands to continue striping me as he quietly left the room.

On my, now, bare knees, Tim raised his head and continued doing to and for me what he'd been doing for and with Bjorn. Having your 'baby' brother suck you is beyond novel but to find he was pretty good at it....I put one hand behind his head, supported his efforts, laid us both down and, quietly, told him I wanted him, not as my brother, but as a man desires another man, I wanted to feel his ass with my cock, enter it, have him find what that was like. Told him that, yes, there was some pain but every man who elects to be mounted by another man has to accept that...he looked up at me, a strange smile, he was accepting what I was saying and now all that was needed was some pleasure for us both, a 69 since he'd already done half of it then some making out and then......He'd get fucked. 

With no time to think and no one to ask, I tried to remember the day Steve had removed my cherry but what I did remember was that his desire bordered on rape and I'd ended up spurting blood so that was no role model. First time with Bjorn? Okay, felt great, he was great but it was in a stream and we were alternately above and below the water line. No help. The one thing I had was his desire for me and when you really know that, and already like, okay, love the person, while it cannot stop the pain it can ease the whole process.

Eventually we'd done everything but and it was now time for Butt. Tim had been easy to heat up, his imagination over years helped and, of course, the fantasy being taken in a bed of furs by your own brother.....yes, he was ready, had to keep my hand away-I'd thought to prep him with a little finger action-but his ass mouth almost snapped my hand off; Was he ready? Motherfucking yes he was!

What with one thing and another I'd forgot about lube but he was creating enough fluid that I thought, maybe, I could jusssst slip in my head and we'd....Great Jumping Jesus!!!! there's ready and then there's having your prick almost swallowed in one large push....and it was the fuckee, not the fucker, who did it. I'd warned him...so when he shoved me through his tight muscles it did hurt, more than it needed to, more than I would have let it but...youth will be served. Raw. And I'l tell you, brother or no brother or my brother, when you have someone that anxious, that enthusiastic, it changes the dynamic a whole lot. I'd thought some gentle, bro on bro deflowering, but Holy Jesus, he'd ripped off the flower, the branch and was gobbling up the tree; I wondered who was fucking who? Also, he was building me uip for a shoot that would  bubble out-I knew this from other, uhm, enthusiastic consumers, one in particular only a few meters away.

He felt the hot, viscous cream, moaned, something about milking Elmer the bull...then, wholly unexpected, pulled himself out so fast they must have heard the POP wherever Erik and Bjorn were. This was a  brother with a mission and his destination was my still producing cock. I have been sucked off, many times, but for an amateur, the word 'gifted' needed to be applied.

Finally he lay there, my sperm still dribbling down his lip, looking at me. Nothing to say, I took him in my arms, held him and thought I heard him say...'can I try and fuck you?' Well, yeah....and should I get Erik and Bjorn warming up in the, literal, bull pen?

Apparently he must have been a bit tired-these South Dakota farm boys work hard but he'd done a lot and...very quickly. I rolled on my stomach allowing him to clamber onto my back and....just lay there. I could feel warm tears go down past one ear, his voice, whispering, what a great brother I was, how he loved me, how good I tasted....and went to sleep. Or I guess he did, he was snoring. Not wanting to buck him off, he seemed comfortable with the situation, I lay there, thought, realized I liked this. He really felt like my brother, forget the sex, but for all that we'd played and been around each other when we were younger,  this was different, this was a shared experience even if at the front I had qualms-who wouldn't?-about fucking my own brother. Somehow we now stood beside each other, knowing something not every man knows, understanding why we were drawn to having sex with men even if it couldn't be verbalized; That's what he'd wanted when he hurt himself, that ability to explain to himself what he wanted, beyond the act itself, and why he wanted it with me.

His body softened, his arms slumped over my sides, his head went sideways as he relaxed, I could almost feel his feet be akimbo between my ankles. Carefully, slowly, I rolled just enough to give gravity a chance, to let it slide him beside me where I could put my arm over his back, see his breath make the fur blow out then come back when he inhaled. So happy, so content and I was crying as I held my  brother as we both would now rest in untroubled sleep.

Bjorn had to go away on business leaving 'affairs' at home to settle themselves. Two days later Erik, Tim and I were sitting-yes sitting-on the edge of the cave dangling our feet over the very storm tossed waves below. Tim and Erik seemed to take to this rather easily as I did it because I'd tied myself to a rock in the room. Call me a coward. Call me not likely to fall in. The only trouble were Odin and Frigga who kept dashing in and out, never landing but coming to me as if I they wanted to be followed. The weather was not improving and, without Bjorn, I gathered up a blanket-no reason, I must have been developing the relationship with the birds that Bjorn had then hesitantly went out on the path back u to the nest of the Ravens. I soon saw the problem' All three of their nestlings were attempting to fly but just could not, the storm was a danger so, hoping this was the right thing, I gathered Hairy, Fuzzy and Furry in the blanket and holding my breath at every step got back down to the cave. Odin and Frigga flew in, sat on my shoulders and did whatever it is Ravens do to exhibit thanks. Their children were less appreciative and, on getting free from the blanket, shit on the floor.

That was the sight that greeted Bjorn when he came home shortly there after, five Ravens, three brothers, crap on the floor and a storm about to be a force three on somebody's scale.

“Everyone, back from the edge, there's a pressure ridge, suck you out. Now. The birds will follow, back to the sleep place.” I happened to look behind and saw the jalopy fly out to sea, whatever was going on, Bjorn was right, it was serious. No sooner had we got away from the larger opening than it was uncomfortably easy to feel the pressure and the sucking caused by the wind going horizontally past the opening. We were safe but just and if I'd not got the birds....Doubtless Odin and Frigga would have been killed trying to save them. I wondered if their tree with the nest would survive?

We were there all of three nights and two days. We had water and some food but when Bjorn went up the stairs, he found the barn had collapsed on the opening at the top so until things were calmer, we were left to our own devices.

You'd have to be dim not to think what one or two of the devices were: SEX. Feeling that Tim should have a more spirited fucking, I gave him over to Bjorn while Erik and I enjoyed a very long screw that was more affection than insertion. Oh, and we had an audience, five ravens, all our friends and, we knew, not able to repeat what they might have seen. We slept, talked, Bjorn and Erik attempted to teach Tim and me Icelandic but we mauled it so badly, they were too often in peals of laughter to do much teaching.

Maybe later this would be recognized for the importance and assistance it was; Bjorn and Erik did find each other closer, forgave a lot of family shit that wasn't important when it happened but, as with many things, got magnified with time. Tim and I could look back and laugh, finally, at his attempts to try and get me to have some sort of sex with him....he was confident now and knew, though I hoped he would find a man of his own, he could always come to me for a quick fuck and suck job.

We finally knew it was safe when Odin and Frigga flew out and didn't come back. I went up the path to find them mourning, if Ravens mourn, over their tree, not to mention the nest, that looked moribund. Going back to the cave I brought some strong tape, wire, anchors and did as best as I could for the tree. The birds could attend to nest building but if I saw them giving my balls and armpits the glad eye, uhuh, that was for next year.