Baldur panted, his face relaxed, as he looked at the women with an affection in his eyes that hadn't been there before. "You two should probably tidy up a bit; you wouldn't want Hrold or someone else to see you looking like that," he smirked, taking in the messy state of Valdris and Frida.
Valdris sent him a smile as she took her daughter, and they started to take care of themselves. Even Gyda snapped out of the lustful situation they'd shared together and began arranging her clothes.
After the mother and daughter cleaned themselves up, they started helping Baldur dress.
Baldur, relaxed and playful, let his hands wander over Frida's perky ass while mother and daughter fussed over his clothes. Frida wobbled on unsteady legs, trying to stand straight as Baldur teased her, her fingers fumbling with the ties of his bear cloak.
"Well, brother. What do you have to say to them both?" Gyda nudged him to talk quickly as she could see the expectant looks of the pair of mother and daughter. They didn't say anything, but she could feel their longing and need for reassurance. In the short time they'd shared, she liked Valdris and Frida—she could see the resemblance between herself and her mother in them. She felt at ease if she had to share her brother with them. "Don't make them wait."
Gyda gave an encouraging look to Valdris and Frida. Valdris smiled softly and gratefully at her, feeling comforted, and Frida was even more excited, seeing that Gyda was speaking for them. She could see that Gyda really wanted them to be her new 'sisters'—sister-wives.
"I… I…" Frida was shy but emboldened by Gyda. "Will you take me and my mother as your wives, Baldur?" she timidly asked. "I know we've known each other for less than a couple of hours, but I feel this is our fate."
Valdris, feeling her daughter's timidity, also spoke up to help with the situation—she, too, had doubts and a gnawing uncertainty about all of this that had happened so suddenly. But in all this, at least Gyda's support for her and Frida comforted her. After all, she barely knew Baldur beyond this fleeting moment. Yet, deep inside, something pulled her toward him, just as her daughter had said—like it was fate itself tugging at her. Still, the hesitation lingered, a stubborn little knot in her chest.
"Baldur, an honest man's word is as good as his bond," Valdris said with seriousness and expectation in her words. She suddenly felt soft as she awaited his words.
Baldur's throat choked with emotion as he looked at Frida, who seemed so fragile at this moment, and her words—and Valdris's words too. He knew the sudden situations the four of them had gone through in such a short time were ridiculous. He felt like he was starring in a porn video where the scene flipped in a second—one moment the actors were talking, the next they were fucking each other. But this wasn't like that. These two women were so attracted to him that they devoted themselves to him without any defense at all. He couldn't give them some half-assed reply—that would be disrespectful to both of them, who clearly had so many expectations of him. They were waiting with hope and anxiety for him to give them a promise, a pledge to take them as his wives, which was exactly what they wanted to be.
Besides, his sister was in total support of them. Never having appeared angered, bothered, or said anything since they'd come here. She'd even appeared supportive of all this situation, and even more so after getting along with Valdris and Frida in this short, intimate time between the four of them.
He calmed down and spoke seriously. "I'm willing to commit myself to you both and take you both as my wives—not like concubines, but fully legal wives of mine."
"Really, Baldur?" Frida stood up from the excitement as soon as she processed the words he'd said and embraced him from the front, kissing his lips with fervor, little tears swirling in the corners of her eyes from happiness.
"I like you even more now, little guy. I wasn't wrong about you," Valdris also cheerfully said as she embraced him and kissed his lips after her daughter.
Gyda was smiling mischievously. After all, even she wasn't married yet to her brother because they were waiting for him to first get his arm ring. So they would need to wait along with her.
As he got a respite from their kisses, Baldur wryly said, "Wait, hear me first."
Valdris and Frida calmed down from their emotive outburst as they awaited for him to continue.
"The thing is, I haven't married Gyda yet."
"So you two will be marrying my brother at the same time as I marry him." Gyda smiled freely as she also embraced Baldur from behind in a group hug with the pair of mother and daughter, who looked at her gratefully from the front. "For that, you would need to wait for it."
Valdris, being sensible, asked, "Wait for what?"
Frida didn't speak; she just embraced him, letting her mother talk.
"For his arm ring. We haven't married because we're waiting for him to get one." Gyda chuckled.
"Mhm." Baldur became pensive. "There will be a Thing in a few days to discuss the next raid in the incoming spring. I will also receive the arm ring."
"I would be able to marry you all then… I have a house for me and Gyda that is already constructed beside my parents' house… that we haven't even moved into yet… It isn't a big one, but enough for us four and a couple of other women…"
"Let's do that—I would marry you in a week, so I have time to prepare everything and have a home ready for you both."
"It's a promise then, husband," Valdris said excitedly, feeling at this moment like a young girl again.
"Mhm, mhm." Frida also made happy sounds.
"Yes, I promise you both," Baldur smiled wryly.
"I still have yet to accord the Mundr with Hrold…"
"Don't worry, husband… You don't even need to give him anything if he asks. I and Frida would still follow you." Valdris said as she pulled him again into another kiss.
"No, how can it be? I need to properly show respect for both you and Frida, and even to your family. The Mundr needs to be properly addressed."
Valdris looked at him fondly. "Alright, everything will be after your word, husband."
"There's only one thing," Baldur said suddenly, seriously, as he took Valdris and Frida's hands softly.
"My twin sister, Gyda. There are no words to describe my emotions and love for her, the same love as I have for my mother."
"I know saying this might make you both feel a little sad or dwell on things you shouldn't even worry about."
"I just want you both to know that I would love and respect you both, all my life, till death separates us, till we reunite once again in Valhalla feasting with the Gods."
He searched for a while for what words to use without saying anything hurtful when he spoke again. "But now I only ask you one thing. Never seek to fight my sister or my mother. That would only destroy me."
Baldur looked at Gyda after hearing a few sobbing sounds just then to see how tears were softly falling down her cheeks.
"In our family of four, you will need to follow her word if she asks something."
"But! Don't worry, she is a sweetheart without any taint of evilness inside her to her loved ones. So in your case, you would need to pamper and spoil her like a sister or daughter."
"If you can commit to that, my love for you both will never cease. Basically, I'm asking you not to fight her or be jealous of her in any way. Even give in to her if needed."
Valdris looked at her daughter Frida as they exchanged a glance before laughing. *Puchi*—they both laughed gently and moved next to the stunned and softly sobbing Gyda as they both embraced her.
"I can accept that, husband. I'm really grateful to Gyda for allowing this and even caring for us. I already adore her." Valdris fondly said as she helped to clean Gyda's falling tears from her cheeks softly. "She will become my sister, but I will also treat and love her like a daughter, as I treat Frida."
Gyda's eyes were boring into Baldur's piercing ones as she refused to release her brother from her embrace. Valdris mischievously added, "And as the pampered princess of our soon-to-be little family."
Frida also nodded in support of her mother's words. "Husband! I too will treat Gyda as my own sister and take care of her!"
"You! Both of you, don't make fun of me," Baldur said, a little embarrassed at their reaction and words as his face blushed slightly.
"Husband!" they both called out naughtily.
Gyda couldn't suppress it anymore as she kissed him silently, pouring all her emotions into their kiss. It was full of love and affection for her brother.
"Husband, you and your sister need to leave? Why don't you stay the night in mine and Gyda's room…" Valdris suggestively spoke. "Tomorrow you can leave more comfortably and rested."
Frida also supported her mother's words. "Yes, that would be lovely to sleep with you and sister, husband."
Gyda kissed Baldur for a while before calming down her emotions. She looked at him with eyes filled with devotion. She hoarsely said, "We can't stay today. I have a surprise for him awaiting at home for tonight."
"Oh… Alright, sister." Valdris, a little let down, said.
"Don't feel sad, momma." Gyda teased mischievously after she'd said she would treat her like a daughter.
"Gyda!" Valdris exclaimed with a blush, embarrassed.
"Hehe… Sister." Gyda took Valdris's hand, moved closer to her ear, and spoke only for her to hear. "It's really important that we go back today… I want Baldur's dream to come true… to fuck our mother as his first woman… so I can start enjoying the pleasure of being a woman… and you and Frida too… He wouldn't have been more intimate than what we did even if we stayed… Because if he doesn't take our mother as his first, it would be me… but I really want him to take our mother after hearing the words said in this room from his lips… This is my gift to him for being my beloved brother. Sorry, sister."
Valdris smiled fondly at Gyda and kissed her teary face. "You are a good woman, Gyda. And even more, a better sister and wife."
Baldur couldn't hear what they'd spoken, but he didn't ask. He only smiled that Valdris wasn't feeling sad and Gyda was alright—even Frida was cheerful like a girl with a toy, just from knowing they would marry, even if they wouldn't stay.
As Baldur was about to say something about leaving already—
"Sweetie," Valdris suddenly purred, stepping around Baldur to face her daughter. She cupped Frida's chin, tilting her face up. "You left some of our husband's delicious cream uneaten." With a wicked grin, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to clean a trace of Baldur's semen from Frida's chin. "Mmm…" She licked her lips in delight, then pressed a soft, teasing kiss to Frida's flushed cheek. "Thanks for the delicious treat."
Baldur watched, amused, as Valdris played the shameless she-wolf to her daughter's flustered lamb. "Valdris," he chuckled, "were you always this naughty with her?"
Valdris shot him a sidelong glance, her cheeks pink. "Don't you like it?"
"I do." He smirked. "Doesn't bother me in the least—seeing you two so close." His gaze was amused and filled with curiosity. "Though I am curious about you both."
"Momma…" Frida whined, squirming. "She's been teasing me way more since Father left."
"Oh?" Baldur's eyebrows rose, his grin widening as he turned to Valdris.
She huffed, crossing her arms—though her blush betrayed her. "I love my daughter. Carried her for nine months, raised her all these years. Is it so bad that I show my love for her with kisses and teasing?"
"Mhm." Baldur's smirk deepened, his eyes half-lidded. "A beautiful, devoted mother indeed. Frida's lucky to have you." He pulled them both closer. "And now I'm the lucky one, knowing you two."
Valdris scoffed, a flicker of jealousy in her voice. "Lagertha has that same love for her son—and more." She then looked at Gyda and grinned. "I've never… played mother and daughter with Frida before."
"Lagertha is lucky," she muttered resentfully.
"Mom!" Frida groaned, a little bit surprised at her mother's words but not reluctant to them. "Do you want… it?…" She shyly added.
"Jealous, Valdris?" Baldur teased, closing the distance to steal a kiss. "Don't be. Soon you'll have a new husband and son-in-law in one." His voice dropped, husky. "I'll make sure you're very satisfied… as my mother."
"And me!" Frida piped up, digging her fingers into his sides possessively.
"You too, my sweet Frida." He kissed her soundly, drawing a breathy "Mhn…" from her lips.
"And I wouldn't dislike seeing you both playing in our bed more intimately." He smiled.
Valdris and Frida looked at each other and blushed deeply at his words, but they didn't comment.
"It's sad you have to leave," Frida whispered, her voice trembling. "I just got to know you, and… so much happened. Now you're going?"
Valdris's heart ached in silent agreement. Time had been too short, too fierce; she wanted more.
"We'll see each other again, my soon-to-be wives." Baldur's thumb brushed Frida's cheek. "This isn't goodbye. Just until later."
"Mhm…" They sighed in unison, though the weight of parting pressed heavy.
Valdris forced herself to step back, swallowing her longing. "You should go. I don't want to worry about you in this snowstorm." Rationality cut through her desire. "Your things should be ready by now, I believe father and my brothers would've seen to it."
"You're right." Baldur exhaled, reluctance thick in his voice. "But we will meet again. Soon."
His gaze lingered, hungry. "I've grown rather fond of my cute mother-daughter pair."
Frida and Valdris beamed, pulling him into one last, lingering kiss before letting him go.