Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 886: Trying to avoid the death penalty (2)

"….Will the answer make me want to snap you in two?" Shivali threateningly asked, the smile on his lips teeming with malevolence as he cracked his knuckles and surrounded Frost with a bone crushing pressure. A pressure that promised death if the answer given was anything but ideal.

Gulp!

Feeling the familiar stench of death and a tightness clamping around his neck Frost loudly gulped as started to think about how to answer such a convoluted question.

'Well, in for a bronze in for a gold' He chose to be honest even if it would end up landing him in hot water.

"…Honestly probably…no… definitely…wait wait wait stop it was consensual and beautiful." Halfway through his answer Shivali's face warped into that of a demon's and the pressure escalated to the point that a couple of his ribs started to crack. He put his hands up and instinctively backed away and miraculously the demon stopped his advance, rationality overcoming his sudden rage. A good time too because a moment later Shivali may have very well done as he promised, snap him in two.

The intimidating God loomed over Frost, looking down on his weak stature before slowly sitting back down.

"I've decided to not hear what happened, such a special moment should remain private amongst the two of you. It's not my place to interfere." Shivali did his best to sound magnanimous, but his every word was pushed through a set of tightly clenched teeth and his gaze remained fiery.

"…Wise choice." Frost muttered while rubbing his neck, the tightness gripping him finally being released.

"Oi!"

"What I'm complimenting your decision." He snapped back in a playful manner.

"Do you actually want to be beaten within an inch of your life?" Shivali struggled to understand how a man of Frost's size could be blessed with such large balls either that or he had a few screws loose in that head of his.

"By you uncle…no that wouldn't be any fun." Frost's smile was unnerving, to the point that Shivali literally shivered. He'd seen such expressions before normally however they were worn by masochists, a trait he wouldn't have first associated with Frost but after ruminating on it for a couple seconds it started to make sense. His daughter was violent, temperamental and never shied away from using force to get what she wanted. A man who'd enjoy the occasional beating would likely be right up her alley.

Of course he couldn't be further from the truth. It was his darling baby girl who was the true masochist, Frost merely enjoyed a good fight, traits that were born not because of a fetish but because of the brutal training he had to suffer while under Maya's yoke. If he didn't develop something of a fondness for pain he would have gone mad after all.

For about a minute or so the two of them exchanged looks in silence before Frost brought the topic back to the matter at hand, whether or not his father in law would be able to evade the death penalty.

"If what you said is the truth then you should have a fair chance at leniency, but you'll still need to convince Khione of that fact and there'll be no escaping some degree of punishment." He may not have seen the climax, Khione's most vulnerable moment but he still took part in this invasion into her privacy, a little blowback was to be expected.

"Haaaaaa…..will you be the one to break it to her?" Shivali sighed feeling a mixture of relief and remorse.

"Are you nuts I ain't touching this thing with a 10ft pole, the moment I try and bring it up I'll transform from fellow victim to possible conspirator." He could tease Shivali's anger with a playful attitude, but Khione was a different beast all together. A single misstep, an inappropriate comment and he'd be punched before he even knew what hit him. She was a lot more unstable than her father.

"Then what am I supposed to do, weren't you going to support me in this?"

"Hell if I know that's your problem, I only offered to hear you out and promised to play devil's advocate after the fact….until then my hands are clean of this disaster." Frost dusted off his hands in an exaggerated gesture making Shivali's heart that was recently on the rebound sink back into a quagmire of darkness.

'So mean.' He internally cried and complained about the injustice of the whole thing, sulking in his chair, his expression dour and colourless a reaction that brought a victorious smirk to Frost's lips.

It took a few tens of minutes for Shivali to drag himself out of his despair but eventually he succeeded and the topic returned to that of the Lunar Maiden's situation before then devolving into common small talk.

Shivali was curious to hear Frost's take on his realm after walking through it personally and since all his answers were brimming with positivity the atmosphere between them became warm and joyful.

Two hours later however when both Frost and Shivali were laughing the door to the study was violently flung open by a thunderous kick. An unexpected situation given the strict rules concerning this room. Annoyed and angered by this rude display the smile on Shivali's face vanished and he turned to glare at the offender, ready to give them a major tongue lashing before beating sense into their muddled brains.

"Who dar…..ugh Khione honey." His puffed up bluster dissipated the moment his eyes landed on the offender. Standing there in the doorway was his darling baby girl, his pride and joy, the apple of his eye and the reason for his most recent trepidations.

It was clear by the dark expression on her face that she wasn't here with good tidings, in fact the degree of ice in her eyes was cold enough and sharp enough to make him feel pain across his neck.

Khione glanced at her father, every muscle in her body tensing to their upmost, she was primed for a bloody battle, her figure enlarged to the point that she stood closer to 4 metres than 3. She wanted desperately to pummel her father's stupid face to the point that not even Biera his oldest wife would recognise him, so intense was her rage.

Her mother had endured her aggression, her attacks both verbal and physical before eventually diluting a portion of her anger with some intimate skin ship but her father hadn't received a single thing and unlike her mother and exactly how he predicted somehow her anger towards him was greater than all the others. There wasn't even the slightest tinge of warm feelings as she looked at him, he was an enemy through and through, but she wasn't here to bring down her hammer of justice not yet anyway.

Seeing her father struggling to meet her gaze she knew he understood what he did wrong but that didn't sway her in the slightest. Khione then bit her bottom lip until blood dripped down her chin, relying on pain to keep her calm as she searched the room for her lover.

There sitting opposite her father was the man she sought and from a brief glance everything seemed to be intact, he even looked happy behind his confusion.

"Frost come!" She ordered in a tone heavily laced with aura, right now she was the Raging Valkyrie not Khione.

"Yes dear." Feeling a rush from her command Frost jumped to his feet and practically teleported to her side, taking her hand in his own.

Now Shivali had no one by his side, his only hope remanded into his daughter's protection like a useless yes man.

"We're leaving but this isn't over your Majesty." Though she felt a rush of elation when Frost grasped her hand Khione didn't show any reaction, her icy gaze focusing entirely on Shivali and imagining all manner of ways she could carve him up.

In line with his current status in her mind she didn't refer to him as father, dad or even old man instead she used his formal title, a blow that pierced deeper than any blade.

"Khi…." Shivali having all colour drained from his face and all strength siphoned from his limbs as a result of her choice in address weakly called after his daughter, but she was having none of it.

Khione treated her father like dirt, she turned around with her young lover, slammed the door behind them and briskly walked down the hallway, clearly keen to put some distance between them.

She didn't say a single word as they walked, her anger still very much seething after seeing her father's face. Frost respected her emotions, choosing to silently follow along. His only contributions being the light caressing and fondling of her hand. He so dearly wished to do much more considering how they left things last night, but it was clear that now was not the time.

Only when they reached Khione's training room -her sanctuary- and closed the door firmly behind them did the situation change.

Without any warning Khione turned around to face Frost, her anger replaced with relief and then desire as she wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a deep sensual kiss on his lips. She was so aggressive that Frost ended up being pinned up against the wall, but he wasn't complaining. In fact her behaviour flipped a switch and within moments he was returning the generous gift in kind, relishing in the sweet taste of her lips and her eager yet still clumsy tongue.