The Ash Cloud

[elysiumfields]

I take you''ll twig on to where i got the idea for this short,from..?


THE ASH CLOUD


The minor 3.5 earthquake was still strong enough for Thorsven to notice,and stir himself from his warm bed and the pretty petite girl he had pulled at Ragnarok nighclub last night. All Ingriid did in response,was to murmer and roll over towards him as Thorsven awoke and sat up as the lamp on the table gently rocked. ''Come lay down'' moaned Ingriid sleepily,not aware to the little tremor. Thorsven glanced down at the beauty and grinned as he thought back to the great sex he had with her.
It was so wild and energetic,he'd thought half of Reykjavic,even half of Iceland would have noticed the tremors they were making in bed rather than an actual earthquake. The sheer thought of it,was making his thick log slowly rise into a semi,but not yet into the big 10 incher he proudly boasted,would rival a Frost Giants dong..

There was another almost inperceptable jolt in his room again from a minor quake,but still enough for the now alert Nordic stud to notice.
He stretched his 24 year old 6ft muscular frame and yawned out the pleasant aches of strenuous sex and tiredness from his body,and slowly rised out of bed,literally making the wholed bedframe creak as he lifted his 225lb's of shredded Norse muscle off of it. If the bed could speak,you would have heard it say ''Thank fuck for that, anymore pounding and humping and i'd break''.

Naked,and blissfully unashamed of that,Thorsven caught himself in the full body mirror to his left,and being the vain mountain of muscle he was,he checked himself out. Flexing those meaty pecs,dusted with light fuzz blond hair,rubbing his hand down across those hard 6 pack abs that looked liked rolling Saharan sand dunes,the fine trail of same light blond fuzz ran in a firm trail like desert grass between those dunes from the thick savannah thatchgrass of golden pubes nestling around the base of his plump limp cock,thick like the handle of Thors Hammer Mjolnir ,up to the the two bigger montane dunes that were his pecs.

Yes,everything about him seemed to scream THOR now that that Marvel movie had been released,not just his name.
Heck,he even had leanings towards that Chris Hemsworth look.!

Rugged yet stunningly cute,if you can put rugged and cute together.Piercing ice blue eyes as blue as the shallows of the smouldering spa waters of Blaa Ionio,the geothermal Blue Lagoon..
Full,pouting lips like a model posing for a photoshoot,that made some girls and even a few gay guys swoon as they imagined how a kiss with this real life God would feel like..
A strong masculine jawline that seemed carved from granite shaped smooth from water filtering through rock,and perpetually stubbled in a shadow of darker golden fuzz. This five-o'clock shadow he sometimes kept because Thorsven felt it made him more desirable,more male..
And yes,he had that long fine mane of golden hair that trailed his handsome face to tickle his thick traps,angled like the slopes of Grimsvoetn glacier. His golden hair he would keep sometimes held tied in a ponytail,but when he was relaxed,showering that hunky body,in throes of wild party times,...or throes of sexual rutting,hammering,(akin to Mjolnir) his sexual conquests garnered from the local clubs and bars. Thorsven really was like a Viking in most aspects.. Drinking,fucking,partying...working out.

Do you get the feeling the author of this story seems to be dwelling on his fantasy of Chris Hemsworth a little too much,bleeding it into his fiction..? .


Again,yet another barely percieved jolt from Mother Earth,tweaked Thorsven from his obvious self love. Hmmm, if it was'nt girls he was loving,it was himself.!
Ingriid lay gently sleeping in bed,still unaware of the tremors,and by the small smile on her face,she was probably reliving last nights bestial sex.?

Thorsven moved to the window,not caring to switch the tv on to see if the local news had picked up on the recent mini quakes.. Maybe one of Icelands many Volcanoes was stirring. Often but not always,quakes were the indication.
The sun had been shining brightly in the clear cold azure skies as of late,so Thorsven was gentle to open the blinds as not to irritate himself from the bright early morning light,even though in part that irritation would be down to alcohol that throbbed in his head slightly. Such was that he could handle a few good beers,this hangover would soon dissipate...hopefully.!

The blinds gently swung open to reveal the Blafjoll Mountains just east of Reykjavic,...and beyond that,near the east end of the island in the midst of the great glacier Vatnajokull,one of the regions volcanoes had thundered clearly into life.. Grimsvotn.


It was billowing a massive awe inspiring column of grey tinted white ash high into the atmosphere for thousands of feet. A column of ash that was slowly creeping towards Icelands capitol.

And in that ash,however minute,was something that was'nt just gonna disrupt flights and airports..


TO BE CONTINUED..





Maybe there was the slightest change to current events involving Grimsvotn,but as long as no ones hurt..

And i have'nt even been to Iceland,so i suppose a little bit of fantasy from reality could'nt hurt.?

[Mdlftr]

Very interesting start.

I wonder what ole' Thor's hammer is going to pound before this story is much further along....?

Looking forward to the continuation....

[CelticMuscle]

Originally Posted by elysiumfields

Maybe there was the slightest change to current events involving Grimsvotn,but as long as no ones hurt..

And i have'nt even been to Iceland,so i suppose a little bit of fantasy from reality could'nt hurt.?

I've not been to Iceland either, but I know a fair bit about the volcanoes of Iceland (and there are one or two with some rather interesting legends attached to them as well), so if you'd like any assistance with your Icelandic volcanoes, do let me know.

[vlad]

Good idea for a story, I like the idea of a hot beefy Icelandic Chris Hemsworth lookalike. If you want any visual inspiration for huge, hot icelandic guys, look up Stefan Solvi Petursson or Palli Logasson on google images. You will not be disappointed.