Baldur x Reader

Nineteen

"Baldur...", you whispered.

Fear lit up inside your eyes. Your heart started beating like wild.

"Baldur!", you shook him slightly, but shied away as the cold of his body nestled against your skin. "No..."

Next to you, his dragon let out a deep breath, causing the snow around to melt.

A shiver crawled down your spine and made your skin itch with pain but all you could focus on was Baldur's bloody corpse laying in front of you.

His eyes were wide open, staring into nothing, while his mouth was open.

In your misery, you curled into a small ball next to him and started shaking.

You were all alone now. He had been the only thing that had made sense in this new, strange world. You didn't know anything.

How were you supposed to survive now?

With burning eyes you grabbed the amulet around your neck and let your finger rub over the surface. A thin trail of blood was left. You buried your face in your hands.

"No...", you gasped and started sobbing as the dragon tried to give you a gentle bump against the back. "He's gone. No, he's gone. What do I do now? Can you bring me back?"

Carefully, you grabbed the dragons nose and stroked gently over the red and black scales.

"Bring me back home. Please!", you begged.

But he just let out another deep breath, less hot this time and looked at you with his huge, yellow eyes that seemed so much like the ones of a cat.

Sighing deeply, you lowered your head again.

"Gods...", you swallowed hard. I should have never left home. "Mother was right."

But you didn't have a lot of time to sink into the helplessness you were feeling. All of a sudden a small sound reached your ears.

It wasn't loud, barely louder than a straw of grass dropping to the ground.

But it was enough to catch your attention.

Irritated, you raised your head and met Baldur's bright, blue eyes.

A thin smirk was visible on his lips. Slowly, he raised his hand and pressed onto your cheek to refresh the mark on your skin.

"You really thought I died, didn't you, little butterfly?", he huffed amused while the wounds on his chest started fading. "I told you, didn't I? It's no use. Nothing kills me. I don't feel anything."

His touch felt cold, but the way his fingers felt on your cheek was enough to make you shiver. It was a warm shiver, full of relief and excitement.

"Thank the gods!", without warning you threw yourself around his neck, not caring about the blood that covered his face and upper body.

Surprised, a soft gasp escaped him. But his expression darkened quickly again.

Disappointment lit up inside his eyes as he wrapped his arms around you and tightened the hug.

"I feel nothing.", he mumbled and took in the scent of you.

It wasn't much, but this small smell that filled his nose made him feel like you were something special. It gave him something to associate you with. Anything he could remember, besides your strange love for physically showing what you felt.

He couldn't relate to that, but he did try to understand.

The thought made him want to squeeze you harder.

A soft gasp escaped you as his arms tightened around you, pressing the air out of your lungs and causing small cracks to bleed through the back of your clothes.

"Baldur.", you whined and tried pushing away.

Confused, he refused to let go and hugged you even tighter.

A warm hush of blood crawled over your spine and into the hem of your pants.

"Don't run from me.", he said in a low voice, almost threateningly. "I don't want you to run away."

The pain made you squeeze your eyes shut.

"You're hurting me!", you gasped and hit his shoulder out of desperation.

He let go.

As he raised his hands in front of his face, his eyes followed the trail of red that stuck to the long fingers and slowly started to run over the tattooed arms down to the elbows. With a soft breath, he looked at you.

Curling in pain, you lay on the floor while blood made your clothes turn red. A small puddle dripped to the ground and hugged your body. Cold but into your limbs and made your joints ache.

"Are you alright?", he asked.

The way his eyes looked at you told you that he felt sorry. He just didn't understand what was happening to you. It seemed to you as if he was a child that had to learn the most basic things of this world. You feel sorry for him, because every time he did something wrong he didn't understand.

And he would never understand unless he would be like any other person again.

Breathing heavily, you swallowed the pain and showed him a slim smile. As you sat up straight again, your arms were shaking with weakness.

"It's fine.", you mumbled and smiled. "I'll be fine."

"You're bleeding."

"I always bleed. It will be over in a few minutes."

"Do you need bandages?", his hand reached out, but stopped and hesitated before pulling back again without touching you. "I know someone who knows everything. Maybe he'll be able to help."

With a soft smile, you pressed a hand onto the wounds and tried to calm the bleeding.

"This curse is like yours. Nothing will be able to help."

He pulled a face. His hand came to rest on your cheek again. Slowly, gently, he forced you to look at him.

The bright lake blue of his eyes kissed the shimmering (E/C) of yours.

"But Odin told me there is a cure to my curse. This man. The guardian. He'll be able to help.", his thumb started to gently stroke over your skin as if he was trying to comfort you despite not knowing anything about comfort at all. "All we need to do is fix me and then there will be nothing in the way to safe you as well."

A soft smile appeared on your lips as you listend to his words. It filled you with joy to see that he was still so hopeful and confident that things could change for the better.

You had lost this hope long ago.