Thor Crushturn.
Every commanding officer in Drakenfell had heard the name, usually in the context of a disciplinary report or a complaint filed by someone who’d made the mistake of standing within earshot.
Halvek’s transfer requests alone could fill a filing cabinet.
Dex had never cared. Thor said inappropriate things, got written up, said more inappropriate things, got written up again, and the cycle continued with the reliability of a season.
That changed today.
Thor was already astride Styx, rolling his neck like he was about to walk into a bar fight, not an aerial drill. He spotted Dex watching from the ridge and snapped off a salute so crisp it bordered on parody.
"Commander on deck!"
That was how Thor always greeted Dex. Nothing new. Styx closed his eyes. Not asleep. Choosing peace.
Thor’s head turned like a weathervane catching wind.
Serena and Elara had finished their laps.
"And the day just got better," he announced to no one and everyone. "Morning, ladies. Frostborne, you look like a knotty omega. Myrtle, you look like a knotty friend."
"Thor," Halvek said, not looking up from his clipboard.
"What? That was a compliment. Two compliments, actually. I should be thanked."
"Ignore him," Dex said to Hale.
"I’m ignoring him."
"Your fists are clenched."
Hale unclenched his fists.
"Frostborne, you’re on water dragons today," Halvek ordered. "Get that one to cooperate."
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The water dragon was circling low over the coastal edge, its scales shifting between deep blue and black depending on how the light caught them. It had the temperament of something that had been born angry and never found a reason to stop.
She ran to the coastline at Alpha speed before Halvek told her to get on Styx, tracking the dragon’s flight pattern. Then she did what she always did.
She jumped.
Dex’s arms dropped from being crossed, he inhaled sharply. Twenty paces over, Fin’s head snapped in that direction, his eyes surged molten gold.
Serena fabricated a gold glider, which she used to reach the dragon, dropping onto it.
From the other side of the field Thor Crushturn called out, "Frostborne, you were supposed to mount me first. There’s a whole goddamn foreplay process. Unless this is part of it with me begging on my knees. In that case, I’m open to it."
He paused. "Heard it. Don’t hate it."
"Crushturn," Halvek barked.
"Captain, is a courtesy mount too much—"
"CRUSHTURN. GET IN FORMATION."
"Yes, Captain. She used her magic too. Just so you’re aware."
"I didn’t see anything," Halvek said, looking the opposite direction of Serena.
Thor looked at Serena, then looked back at Halvek.
"Crushturn!" Colonel Morholt boomed from across the field. "SPOT HER NOW OR I WILL REPLACE YOU."
"Yes, Colonel."
The water dragon corkscrewed into the sea. Serena wasn’t fazed or even slightly alarmed.
Fin and Dex, however, both shifted.
Fin caught his wolf, only because Gav put his arm up in front of him and dropped his voice so only he could hear. "Shadowclaw. She’s done this a few times."
Fin’s head was 50% shifted. He looked down at Gav’s hand, then up at Gav’s face. For a second, it looked like Gav was about to lose a limb. But he blinked, swallowing Xeon down.
"This one really is dragging her under there," Halvek commented to no one, absentmindedly.
When he glanced at Dex, he saw a man shift into a wolf, then shift right back into a man. Faster than biologically possible. He blinked.
The water dragon launched out of the sea in a corkscrew that moved so quickly it’s body was a blur.
It roared loudly.
She held. Barely. Her body flattened against its back, fingers locked around a ridge of scales, boots digging into the grooves between plates.
"To ground." Her eyes flashed gold, and it’s eyes flared to match.
Thor watched the entire thing from Styx’s back. "Captain, she used her magic again. Look now."
The water dragon glided lazily to the ground. Serena slid off its back, soaked, and wrung out her hair. Nothing out of the normal.
Styx followed with Thor on his back. "You’re shivering, Frostborne. I’m legally obligated to tell you that I run at a steady 101 degrees."
Serena didn’t respond.
"I don’t want to be inappropriate, but—"
Serena cut him off. "Stop talking, Thor."
She was not bothering to hide her irritation with him. Uncharacteristic for Serena, but the field understood why.
"That," he announced, unfazed, "was the single most arousing thing I have ever seen, and I’ve watched myself jerk off in a mirror."

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