Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 866: Whisking her away

"Then let's get out of here." Frost with a seductive smile plastered across his lips and a gaze full of temptation boldly suggested.

"…Hmm sounds good…" Khione was back to babbling somewhat incoherently, catching only half of what he said but for Frost that was more than enough for a confirmation.

He rose from his seat, looked from side to side, wary of any interlopers before taking a firm grip of Khione's left hand and leading her away from the hustle and bustle.

Khione practically swooned, a small moan of pleasure escaping her lips as she felt the warmth of Frost's hands against her own but then suddenly it was if a bucket of cold water was dumped on her head. She heard his earlier words clearly and felt fear and danger. What did she just agree to? Where was he taking her? Was she going to graduate into a full blown woman tonight?

"Ah! W…wait….I..I…don't think I'm r…ready." By the time she could get any words out Frost had already finished dragging her out of the atrium. From here they could go anywhere on the ship, the elevators were in plain sight, but it wasn't anywhere that was on her mind, but the luxurious cabin reserved for those experiencing the platinum package.

As if fearing that the temptation would be too strong to endure they both decided to avoid the reserved cabin with a wide berth, an achievement that had been maintained…until now at least.

With butterflies in her stomach and growing sexual desire gradually eroding her fears Khione stopped her minor protest, locking her lips tightly as she allowed Frost to pull her along. Her mind conjuring images of what the night might involve, the majority of which not being suitable for children.

Fortunately or unfortunately depending on your outlook Frost didn't move towards the elevator instead he veered off in the opposite direction, accessing the top deck of the SS. Gwienfieldal and then heading straight for their private gazebo that had already been cleaned and repurposed as a high vantage point.

Without anyone who was not directly outside noticing the mighty SS. Gwienfieldal had slowed to a crawl, travelling no more than 20 knots, a speed that even the untrained would find slow to average let alone the late stage B-rank monsters that filled it. Apart from the children Frost was quite possibly the weakest on board.

Frost had no intention in visiting their reserved cabin, doing so would be akin to shooting himself in the foot or tossing him into the lion's den with nothing but the clothes on his back. No he couldn't cross that threshold tonight, but he was determined to give Khione a night to remember, nonetheless.

She was naïve, young and innocent, never knowing attraction or love, just a small gesture would be enough to send her over the moon.

He planned to finish what they started earlier, the mood was perfect, the timing sublime and the place now ideal. Open waters, under the dark night sky, illuminated by nothing but the moonlight and the passive natural lighting of the ship. Steady, large waves rhythmically crashing against the sides of the ship, the sound immense yet the residual force akin to striking cotton. The barrier systems and engineering making it so that even waves ten times larger would be unable to rock it let alone cause it to capsize.

Frost and Khione weren't the only ones on the open decks; dozens of couples had the exact same thought. A pleasant meal and vats of alcohol in their veins being the perfect accompaniment for some romance.

Others like families, those seeking strength, adventure or simply those who enjoyed scenic views were also present but kindly giving those seeking romance a wide berth.

Frost and Khione didn't have to worry about that however, their private gazebo was separated from all other guests, private seating, private bar, private vantage point and even their own separate staff, a world for them and them alone….well as long as you didn't include the peeping toms in the distance recording their movements and actions at the behest of those residing in the royal palace. A large group of people who despite having much better things to do chose to remain seated for hours on end so they could watch the youngest's first date.

And unbeknownst to Frost and Khione an explosive argument was happening between the watchers. One side roared for Frost to take the chance and drag their youngest sister to their cabin and make a woman out of her while the other side supported his choice to visit the open deck and perhaps finish the night with an electric kiss. The latter option being all well and good but after seeing the state their youngest was in they couldn't help but hope for more.

Skadi who you'd think would be on the side of getting grandchildren ASAP was actually rooting for the kissing angle while Freyja, Khione's biological mother was hollering for Frost to downright destroy her baby girl to the point that she didn't know up from down. A perspective likely brought on by her own lust, her juices revving after her run with Skadi and then that alluring prospect of sharing Frost with her darling Khione.

Regardless the living area of the Queens and Empresses was now filled with shouting, screams and even the occasional physical conflict. Weapons, magic, chakra and closed fists were banned so as to preserve family unity, but slapping was fair game.

"Freyja! Stop targeting my ass it's already too big for my liking!" Skadi being the 2nd strongest in the room and the leader of the 'dull' faction of course had to bear the brunt of the strongest in the room and the leader of the 'destructive sex' faction Freyja and of course she was in the losing position. Even with weapons, magic etc the difference between a peak stage S-rank and a God was unsurmountable.

"Hahahaha but not for mine SLAP!!" Freyja unaffected by her sister's complaints brought down another fierce slap on that ripe backside that had already become so swollen that she struggled to contain herself. She wanted to see Skadi bigger, curvy, softer and even more huggable.

The battle of opinion was so fierce that even Shivali caught wind of it but opposed to the rest of his family he was not exactly in high spirits, finding any option that made his daughter act like a cat in heat distasteful. Slumped in his seat he did his best to avoid looking and listening to the projection but ultimately failing, the want to see despite the drama being too much to pass up.

'Frost if you hurt my baby girl or try to force her in any way you won't live long enough to beg for your miserable life.' He internally cursed, his right hand rising up and ready to close into a tightly balled fist. A somewhat innocent action if done by an average person but not a God especially by a God in their own domain. Frost's life could be smote in an instant and he wouldn't even know what happened.

This aggressive move of his alerted two individuals, Freyja and the first Empress Biera who immediately looked shocked and turned in the direction of his office.

"Husband?" Biera who was lounging in her own room, rarely leaving in the past few centuries asked telepathically with confusion, wondering why her husband was priming to silently kill someone in their domain, an act he hadn't done in millennia.

"Lower you hand right now you old bastard or I'll rip that dick of yours clean off!!!" Freyja on the other hand being young and sprightly went straight to threatening the Primordial Ice King, going for his jugular.

"Freyja??" Beira was even more confused now, how long had it been since someone dared to speak to Shivali in such a manner. Even she Niflheim's first Empress, a woman who had been by his side for over a million years rarely if ever raised her voice to him.

"Freyj…." Shivali who was planning on being discreet and most likely never even following through in his actions was also surprised by the rough tongue of his wife and her very serious threat. He tried to call her name and explain himself but before he could finish.

"Lower your hand or dick gone! You choose!" Frejya doubled down, her divine presence billowing throughout the royal palace, letting everyone know her rage. This obviously brought the little debate in the living room to a standstill, most of the 'children' were lying prone, their bodies shivering in primal fear while Skadi who was the closest to her both in strength and physical distance gritted her teeth and chose to mirror her sister's threat.

"Shivai stop whatever you're doing now or face our wrath." She wasn't as feisty as Freyja but the seriousness and lethality in her voice was no less than hers despite being in the dark in regards to his actions. Freyja was a level-headed woman; she wouldn't flip out for no reason.

"B…But…"

"NO BUTS!!!" Freyja stamped her foot hard, her bloodlust rising to the point that the royal guard readied themselves for a battle of a lifetime.

"Ugh…I wasn't really gonna do…"

"SHIVALI!!"

"Ugh fine it's lowered alright no harm no foul." The Primordial Ice King was thus forced by his much younger wives to lower his hand and stop his nefarious antics under the threat of a brutal penectomy.

'What did that boy do for Freyja and Skadi to make them defend him so vehemently.' He suddenly felt unloved and jealous towards the young Frost.

"Freyja what just happened?" Skadi asked her sister wife after hearing their husband retreat in the face of their threat.

Freyja thus explained the situation to her as well as some of the older children who all backed her actions 100%, they already considered Frost as a part of the family thus any threat towards him was a threat to all of them.

Shivali with his realm spanning senses thus had to listen to half his family cursing him either aloud or under their breaths knowing full well that he'd hear them.

"Interesting perhaps I should leave my chambers more often." Beria who had grown tired of the daily rigours of life often slept for weeks at a time or worked on developing her own God domain, rarely interacting with the rest of the family unless it was absolutely necessary. But upon hearing Freyja and Skadi's spicy threat towards Shivali she suddenly had the desire to leave her chambers and engage in gossip with her sister wives.