In Touch With Your Feminine Side

Part 1

Dagur should never have accepted the drink, but it would have been a sign of cowardice not to, and the redhead had a very healthy sense of pride. Drinking contests were common enough, and as the Chief of the Berserkers Dagur was not going to let himself be beaten by a large, twitchy bloke from the far north, a viking chief called Suda. Suda had dirty blonde hair that looked like straw, which stuck up from his head in all directions, and eyes of a strangely dark blue.

The man lost after several rounds of drinks, but something had bothered Dagur about the encounter; Suda had a strange gleam in his eyes when he looked at the berserker, and when he lost he seemed not a bit upset at the small loss of honor. He had nodded his head respectfully to Dagur and left, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. It would be morning by the time that Dagur discovered that Suda's ships, and the man himself, had disappeared during the latest hours of the night.

Mala had greeted Dagur when he returned to their rooms with a long kiss, wrapping her arms around his toned body. She guided him in and shut the door before helping him undress, then gently pushed him onto the bed. The redhead closed his eyes with a sigh, suddenly exhausted and feeling the beginnings of a headache. "I'm sorry for coming back so late, I had a last minute challenger." Mala shrugged, smiling a little and tracing her slim hands over her husband's muscles, helping to lull him to sleep. "It is no matter, I was out late myself tending an injured dragon." She snuggled closer to Dagur's chest and the two fell asleep nestled in each others' arms.

Light shone against Mala's eyelids, jerking her awake. To her surprise, it wasn't the sun that was the source; it was Dagur. His eyes were still closed, and before Mala could conquer her confusion and attempt to wake him, the light from his skin intensified to blinding levels, forcing Mala to cover her eyes with a cry.

The light pulsed out and filled the room before vanishing as suddenly as it appeared, leaving a pile of blankets on the bed. The pile stirred, and a slim white hand appeared- not Dagur's hand. Mala backed away as the pile stirred more intensely, eyes widening in shock when a young woman's head poked up, yawning.

"Is it morning- what's wrong with my voice? Mala did I- aaahhhhggg!" The girl looked down at herself and screamed, pulling the bed sheets up to her neck to hide her naked body. Eyes wide with terror, her gaze met Mala's. "What just happened?" She asked, shaking visibly.

Mala shook her head, eyes narrowing as her brain led her to the strange but obvious conclusion. "Dagur? Is it you?" The girl nodded slowly, still terribly confused. "Yeah, it's me. Why do I look like a girl?"

Throwing her clothes on and running a hand through her sleep-mussed hair, Mala found herself attempting to form a plan, even though she had no clue what was going on. "I think that I will tell everyone you are ill, so that you can remain hidden in here until we know what has happened. I will also send for Gothi- she will know what kind of strange magic this is." 

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