Trouble // Loras Tyrell / Renly Baratheon / Rieka Stark

4. Bit of Blood

Damsel in distress /Peter quill x hotd out now

"Lord Stark's lucky he still has a head." Loras remarked.

"Robert will rant for a few days, but he won't do anything. He adores the man." Renly agreed.

" You're jealous." Loras realized.

"Are you sure this won't hurt?" Renly countered instead.

"Only if I slip." Loras teased as Renly took off his shirt.

"And you prefer me like this?" Renly mused.

"Mhmm." Loras agreed.

"If you want hairless, maybe you should find a little boy." Renly offered as he got to shaving. "Or a woman."

"I want you." Loras assured. "But... what do you think of Rieka?"

"I like her, she's fun." Renly admitted. 

"She is... i think she would be okay with this, the three of us." Loras added. "Gives you an heir and a wife, the realms would shut up and..." Loras shrugged. "If she happens to birth my bastard into the world instead well you baratheons are good at bastards." 

"Stop," Renly groaned giving him a shove. 

"What? You know i'm right, hell rieka admitted it-"

"Drunkenly." 

"And yet she knew, she has been here a few moons and she sees it. Why can't your idiot brother?"

"My brother hates you thats for sure, and he loves Starks." Renly agreed. "My brother thinks that anyone who hasn't been to war isn't a man. If he saw Rieka shoot he would probably try to stake his claim on her."

" He treats me as if I'm a spoiled child." Loras muttered. 

" Oh, and you're not? Loras Tyrell, the Knight of the Flowers? How many wars have you fought in? Oh, and how much did your father spend on that armor of yours?" Renly pondered.

" Hold still." Loras countered. There was a small knock on the door. "WHO IS IT?"

"RIeka." She answered. Loras looked to Renly. 

"No.' Renly breathed back. "She isnt ready for all this."

"COME IN TROUBLE!" Loras declared. She pushed the door open and froze confused. 

"I'm sorry, I interrupted your grooming." She realized. 

"Come." Loras assured. "We were discussing how renlys brother are awful." Rieka sat on the edge of the bed. 

"You are going to cut him if you keep using the blade that way." Rieka countered. 

"Give it to Rieka, I trust her not to hurt me." Renly agreed. 

"Maybe I want to cut him." Loras countered handing it over. 

"She has a gentler touch than you." Renly added. 

"Why are you doing this anyways?" Rieka questioned. Because loras likes it. 

"Felt like a Northman with all that hair." Loras answered for him. Rieka laughed out. 

"A little hair on your chest in the north makes you man up north, or so my uncle used to tell my brothers." Rieka remarked. 

"Well she's demaning you." 

"Stop." Renly begged of loras. 

"Hold still, I dont want to cut you, stop squirming." Rieka instructed as Renly relaxed.