Mads Mikkelsen Characters x Reader OneShots

Saviour (Tristan x Reader)

Word count: 4487 Words

!slight smut warning!

Possible triggers: abduction, attempted rape (not by Tristan)

A/N: As requested here's a OS involving our knight in shining armor Tristan!

The idea to this One Shot originates from a reader which is your reminder that I take up requests and my DM's are always open!
(keep in mind that I am currently busy and have a few other requests on my list so it might take a while until they get uploaded)

Enjoy!
-G

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Tristan was fed up with y/n to say the least.

He only met her two hours ago and was already beyond annoyed by her bullshit.

She kept complaining about anything and everything and he had to keep reminding himself not to hit a woman, especially if said woman was part of the important Roman family they were supposed to evacuate and protect from an army of invading Saxons.

When they arrived at the village the family consisting only of y/n and her father were very reluctant to leave which is why they had to lock them up in carriages.

And it was safe to say that you were not thrilled by that at all.

Currently the convoy was on its way to flee into the mountains and hide from the threat.
A few snowflakes were floating around the air as Tristan was riding behind the carriage which you were currently sitting in, facing him and shooting him a constant death glare.

He looked at you with a blank expression and sighed after a few more moments of silence.
"Look, I know it's hard to leave everything behind but this is for your own good."

"My own good."
You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
"I think I would know what's best for me."
You muttered, voice laced with bitterness.

"Would you rather get killed by one of the Saxons? If so you're free to go."
Tristan spat and pulled the halter back slightly to slow the horse down.

He created a distance between himself and you and continued riding a few meters further back.

He was getting more and more irritated with that spoiled brat.
He was risking his life for y/n so she could show at least an ounce of gratitude.

He shouldn't even be here.
He should be at home, back with his family.
He has fulfilled his duties to Rome and was ready to head back until the Bishop ordered Arthur and his knights to take up one last mission.

He noticed somebody coming up next to him and he glanced to his right to see Lancelot smirking at him.

"What are you smiling at?"
He asked annoyed.

"Our pretty little prisoner giving you a hard time?"
Lancelot chuckled amused.

"She's a pest." Tristan huffed out.

"Give her some time. I'm sure she'll calm down eventually and give it a rest.
And if not we can always gag her."
Lancelot shrugged and Tristan sighed.

Lancelot was right.

After a few hours into the journey y/n really did shut up and instead was sulking and avoiding eye contact with everybody.

As it kept getting darker they decided to settle down for the night.

The convoy spread out on a clearing in the woods and set up a few fires to roast some meat and keep warm.