Taken by the Alpha Viking

Taken by the Alpha Viking

Sara Mason

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This is a work of fiction. All places, people and events are fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

No part of this may be reproduced or copied, either mechanically or electronically, without the expressed written permission of the author – Sara Mason.

He had all that he could take, and he couldn’t take much more. Behind him stood the King of the Vikings, a man that took what he wanted and made no apologies. The day started out like any other, but it would end with the King of the Viking’s taking the men of the village for his own pleasure.

Asger stood on the beach, staring towards the sea. It had become his morning ritual, and the day couldn’t start unless he had the sea air in his lungs. Asger, the last son of the former king, was forced to give up his title and his right to the crown, but that didn’t bother him. He was never cut out to be a prince, and he would never be ready to rule. But, sometimes when he felt the sand beneath his feet, he wondered what it would be like to wear the crown that his father was forced to relinquish.

4 years before this day, his father was viciously struck down by one of his most trusted guards. Asger fled the city in search of sanctuary, and he quickly found a new home in a neighboring town. Since his father fell, there has been a vacuum of power, and more than a few have tried to fill the void.

Asger, now a simple blacksmith, didn’t wish to lay claim to any throne. He was a terrible royal, but there are few greater blacksmiths in all the land, and he was glad to have finally found something that he enjoyed.

Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths. Seagulls flew overhead in search of a meal. Waves crashed against the nearby cliff-face. And young children chased each other with sticks. It was a simple life, but one he enjoyed.

Realizing the time, Asger turned his back on the sea and made his way back towards the city. His old city, his father’s kingdom, was rarely as quiet. His father’s constant need for power led him to expand his borders, but his lust and greed only brought him new enemies.

Asger reached the door of his shop and paused for a moment. The busy street was full of life. His father often told him that the only way to rule was through fear and intimidation. But the king of this village, his king, preferred to rule with love and kindness instead.

The city was free from war and tyranny. It was as calm as the sea on a summer's day, but a storm had been brewing from the moment that steel first pierced his father’s skin, and the tranquil mornings that he enjoyed on the beach were coming to an end.

Asger walked into his shop and slammed the door behind him, but the bang of the wood wasn’t enough to mask the screams. He opened the door and was greeted by the same youthful faces that he’d seen on the beach, but this time they weren’t chasing each other with sticks. No. Instead, they were running from men brandishing steel.

Reaching out, Asger grabbed a boy by the scruff of the neck and pulled him inside. Realizing that there was no time to save another, Asger closed the door and pressed his back against the oak. The smell of ash replaced the sea air. The blue sky began to turn amber from the flames.

It was only a matter of time until the torch reached his own thatched roof, and Asger had no intention of spending his last moments surrounded by hellfire.

Tossing the young man over his shoulder, Asger darted for the backdoor. He knew that there was little hope for either of them, but he daren’t let the boy see the fear etched across his face.

Peering out the backdoor, Asger waited until the coast was clear and darted towards the sea. He wasn’t a strong swimmer, and the water he ran towards was almost as dangerous as the fire he was trying to flee, but he ran with the hope of finding a cave or some other kind of safe haven.

The boy winced and cried. He begged for Asger to return to the village as he had family in need of rescue, but the words were unheeded.

With the sea in sight, Asger quickened his pace, but it was to no avail. A towering brute jumped in front of him as he tried to dash forward. Asger bounced off of his burly chest and fell to the floor. Dazed, he glanced over his shoulder and watched on as the boy ran back towards the village. He tried to get to his feet, but the man-mountain standing in front of him slapped him across the face with an open palm and rendered him unconscious.

When he finally awoke, Asger was greeted by half a dozen familiar faces. None of which he was glad to see.

One young man, a former squire of his father, took a couple of steps forward and placed his hand on Asger’s cheek.

“Look what we have here!” He said gleefully.

The young man’s hair was like straw, and his teeth were as dark as coal. He had the facial features of a rodent, but even rats would have better breath than this creature.

“We thought you to be dead!” He laughed.

Asger turned his head from side-to-side. Off in the distance he could see the village that had become his home, but he could hardly recognize it. Now it was shrouded in a cloud of smoke, and the only light that escaped from the dark cloud were the flames that bore it.

Resigned to his fate, he hoped that he could do some good with his final breath.

“You found me!”

He had lived four years longer than the gods intended. He was destined to die by his father’s side. He was able to save himself back then, but now he only thought of the villagers that were chained beside him.

“You have no need for these peasants. Leave them. Take me. And do as you will!”

The rodent-like young man laughed and danced like a fool as he rubbed his hands with glee. For most of his life, he had served the royals, but now he was the one wielding all of the power. Or so he thought.

“Jari, that’s enough.”

The voice was coming from behind Asger. He tried to turn his head, but a hand came from behind and held him in place before he had the chance.

“No more blood needs to be spilt today. Not even the blue-blood of a prince!”

The voice sounded familiar to Asger. It was a voice he once welcomed, and had almost forgot. Now it was bringing back all of the old memories that he had tried to leave behind him when he left his old city.

“Asger, it’s been a long time.”

Torvald. He was once the right-hand of the king, but he had always been much too ambitious to stay by his side. Asger tried to leap towards the man he once considered a friend, but the chains kept him in place.

“Such bravery! A pity you only found it after you fled!”

Torvald dropped to a knee and looked Asger in the eye. He smiled gleefully, reveling in the power he held, and the defiant look that greeted him was only making the moment sweeter.

“Your father would surely be proud. His son, his last son, standing up against us for the family name.”

Asger remained silent. Rage was coursing through his veins. He hated the man his father became, but he was his father’s son nonetheless, and vengeance was now the only thing on his mind.

“You’re family has ruled long enough. You and your ilk have ruled long enough. Now it is our time, and no amount of flames can stop us.”

Confused, Asger looked back towards the city. It was still ablaze. The smell of charred flesh wafted through the air. The screams of terror were still fresh in his mind. Asger was ashamed of his father’s actions, but nothing could justify what happened today.

Realizing that he couldn’t fight his case with so much anger, he tried to calm himself before finding his tongue, but his captors had other plans.

“Take him to my quarters. It’s time this one answered for his misdeeds!”

Asger swiveled his head to be greeted by a fist. He crashed to the floor and stared to the heavens. The sky was black and only growing darker. Asger closed his eyes and drifted off.

When he awoke, he was greeted by the naked flesh of the man that had made him a prisoner. Torvald stood there proudly, his flaccid cock dangling between his legs, as he glanced at the bruised body of the former prince.

The two stared at each other for a moment. They shared many happy memories, but none of them were recent. Asger had a dozen things he wanted to say, but the wellbeing of the townsfolk was still fresh on his mind.

“What will you do with them?” Asger asked.

“What will we do with them? What are you talking about?” Torvald replied.

He was as confused as he was naked, and Asger could tell from the look on his face that it wasn’t an act.

“The people you captured. What will become of them?”

Torvald turned his back, revealing his shapely, muscular ass, before turning around and pointing an accusatory finger towards the man he once served.

“Those people are free! They are freer now than on their first day, and no words you can say will change that fact.”

Confused, Asger looked around the room as he tried to collect his thoughts. Torvald’s words were bewildering, as were his reactions, but his near-perfect body was simply distracting.

“Don’t play the fool, that’s Jari’s job!” Asger bellowed.

“Those people were innocent,” He continued “Most of them were children. Peaceful children that wished you no harm. How dare you judge me when you’re no better than the man you betrayed.”

Torvald marched forward, his hardening cock swinging from side-to-side with every step. His face was red with anger, but the blood was quickly draining down towards his dick. Asger looked down towards the warrior’s cock. He tried to suppress a smile, but it was no use.

“I see you remember me… all of me…” Torvald muttered.

Remembering the townspeople, Asger looked away from the soldier’s body and back towards his now pale face.

“What of the people!” He screamed in anger.

Torvald stood there silently. He was just as confused as Asger, and, with his cock still rock-hard, he was eager to clear up the confusion.

“What do you think will happen to them?”

Asger collected his thoughts for a moment. He thought of the thick, black cloud of smoke that signaled the end to his peaceful days. He thought of the amber hue that draped over the entire town. And he thought back to the smell of smoldering flesh.

“I think that they’re destined  for the same fate that befell my father… I think that they’re destined to share the same grave that I’ll find myself in… once you’re finished with me!”

Torvald placed his hand on the former prince’s chest and looked in his eyes. At first he did so with anger, but his face soon warmed.

“You’re telling the truth… you really believe that… don’t you?”

“Of course I do!” Asger shouted “I’ve seen your handiwork more times than I’d care to remember!”

Torvald took a step backwards and marched towards his cloak in the corner. He draped the cloth over his shoulders and turned his back on the former prince. He stood there for a moment, in complete silence, and, when he finally turned around, his cock was as soft as fresh linen.

“As I said, those people are free… and no, I don’t mean that they’re free from this world… I mean that they are free. Alive and well.”

Asger believed the words to be lies, but there was a truth to Torvald’s voice.

“We were not the ones that burned the city…”

“If it wasn’t you then who was it?”

Torvald marched up and down the room with his head in his hands. He had brought Asger to his chamber as a prisoner, but he was speaking to him as an old friend, and a part of him wondered if his loose tongue could cause him trouble.

“You’ve known me for many years…” Torvald muttered as he lowered his hands from his brow.

“Too long!” Asger replied.

Torvald looked towards Asger with a familiar smile. They shared many memories, some of them pleasant, and Torvald was beginning to feel as though he could confide in the man that was taken to his chamber as a prisoner.

“This kingdom, it is no better than the one your father destroyed.”

Asger knew that there was truth in Torvald’s words, but they still angered him greatly. His father was once a noble man, but an insatiable lust for power corrupted him. In the end, he got what he deserved. But it wasn’t the insult to his father that he found egregious, it was the claim that the kingdom he now called home was no better.

He wanted to plead his case, but he knew that it was no use. Torvald had all of the power. Sure, he seemed to be speaking the truth, but their paths last crossed four years ago, and that’s a long time to learn how to lie. Asger, realizing that his next words could be among his last, made one last attempt to save the people that Torvald claimed were free from harm.

“You say that you didn’t light the flame. You say that these people are free. But what proof do you have?”

Torvald marched towards Asger and placed a strong hand on his chest.

“You always could tell when I was lying…” He whispered.

These words were true four years ago, but Asger struggled to believe them today; not after watching a peaceful city being burned to the ground.

“You expect me to believe that it was merely a coincidence? That some other raiders put a torch to the city mere moments before you arrived?”

“Of course not!” Torvald replied “It was the man you now call your king!”

Asger shook his head defiantly. He never met his new king while he was a blacksmith, out of fear of being recognized, but he met him more than a couple of times when he was a royal, and the stories of his kindness were well known.