A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

Bleed With Me

[Betcha didn't expect this! Surprise! Hope you enjoy some character development~] ~Emily

The sullenness in the barn screamed louder than a marching band of words.

Past moments blurred into a haze, you remember kindness mixing with pleasant words, guiding you to sit on an old wooden stool. He sat in front of you, reeling in a slightly bigger chair for himself, waiting for you to speak first. He never tried to pry or force you to speak, only ever giving you the utmost patience, it was nice. It gave you time to think about what you were going to say, what could you even say? You almost sobbed in his arms, arms belonging to a Prince, a soon to be ruler, a man you've known to dislike.

Is that even right anymore?

Who lets out such well kept emotions to someone they hate?

Yet, for a man recognised as a bloodthirsty victor, he let you silently spill secrets right into the palm of his hands. Never once interrupting or degrading your words, he merely rubbed your shoulders in comfort, just like you did not long ago.

Comfort?

"M'sorry." You mumbled, face rubbing in the crevice of your elbow, hoping to make watery eyes a bit more dry.

"I presume we did need to talk after all." He said, waving off your apology. "It's not like I could have avoided it knowing you, probably would've chased me down." You scoff at him trying to lighten the mood, it works letting you lean back with a sniff.

"Yeah well, I can run pretty fast." You chuckle with no real humour

"Faster than The Blade? As you say." You're confused on why there was a sense of mockery behind his words, but you banter nonetheless.

"Probably." Back to silence, focus attentive at the collie rubbing against your leg. "Hello, sweetheart" you scratch the pup's head, letting fingers etch between black and white fur. She pants gratefully, leaning into your touch with gruff groans. Never being able to have pets, you blessed the collie's eyes with utmost affection, rubbing her ears with both hands, roughing her up to have hair as fluffy as your own. It's not like it's fathers fault his allergies were so sensitive, it would make him sneeze even if it were just mother coming back from the animal market. It was cute, she used to tease him about it, you'd like to think she also wanted a little animal running around the shop. Maybe even a lazy cat in a nook, staring out unfazed amongst the crowd of customers.

"Would you like to, uh, talk about it?" He leans in, resting his uncovered elbows onto dirty knee pads. He must have been doing things before the early sunrise, it makes your heart throb with unsaid empathy.

He also didn't sleep well last night.

"Didn't know you to be one to care, Blade." You knew it was the wrong thing to say when he cringed back into a sitting position. It's not like you meant to be rude, but you've already said so much more than you wanted to. He's able to bring your walls down without even trying, no one has ever done that before, not even father. "Listen, I didn't mean it like-"

"Why do you say my name like that?" His words shock you.

"Huh?" You gaze up at him through half lid eyes, confused and intrigued.

"You say it with such mirth, Blade, like I'm a disease." That shocked you more.

The honesty being spread today was intoxicating.

"Well, you didn't exactly have the best first impression." You sigh. "I also didn't agree with your ways, besides you don't have the nicest nicknames for me either." He doesn't say anything, only staring back at your tired presence, like he was trying to think of something to say, but couldn't find the right words. "I'm sure you would prefer The Blade than... other names." You wanted to say something vulgar, but figured it wasn't the right time.