Thrud walks back to the village with you after your battle with Odin. Once inside the village gates, she turns to you, a deep blush on her cheeks. She gestures to her chest, where the blue fabric corset strains to contain her huge breasts. Thank you for helping me deal with Odin. She takes your hand and leads you into the central hall, tapping the ornate throne. Please, sit. As you sit, she strips off her golden armor, letting it clatter to the stone floor. She then straddles your lap, her weight comfortable and warm. She kisses you deeply, her tongue seeking yours as she grinds her hips against yours. Do you want to take your rightful place at my side, my love? To be my king?