Beg For Me

Part 1

    The way you moved so swiftly around an opponent made him focus on you. In a field of men and women training, he only ever stared at you with such curiosity. You've been training for battle since you were 13 years old. Your father, was a brave and noble warrior, who wanted you to be able to fight any man and win. You quickly learned that fighting made you feel good. As if going into battle was your purpose. You felt free and strong when you fought. So naturally, you loved training.     
   
    Your quick fluid motions caught your opponents off guard. You were able to sweep any other warrior off their feet, no matter what size. Which made you always win. You dodged the axe that the man you were fighting threw and ran around him, launching yourself off the ground and wrapping your legs around his chest, using your own body weight to throw him to the ground. Quickly crawling on top of him, you put your sword to his throat.
"Have mercy, fierce Y/N. We both know you've won." The man said with a chuckle.
"Oh I know, Gerald. I just enjoy seeing the fear in your eyes, when I defeat you." You stood up and held your hand out to help him up. An offer he graciously accepted.
"I've got to say, you are my favorite to train with. With how fast you are, you should be able to sharpen my skills for the real battle." But you couldn't pay attention to your friend's words. Ivar was staring at you with such intensity, when you met his gaze, your surroundings became silent and all you could hear was your own heartbeat. Gods, Ivar is the only man you truly fear. Not because of how he fought, but how he made you feel when you were in his presence. You would tremble with lust when he you heard his voice. Especially when he was being demanding. Everything about him was sexy to you. When you close your eyes, sometimes all you can see is the image of him bloodied and screaming at the saxons. The spell you were under from Ivar's gorgeous eyes, lifted when Gerald nudged you.
"Y/N? Are You okay?" He asked you, concerned.
"Oh yes, I'm so sorry. I seem to be a bit distracted today. I'm gonna go sit down for a bit. Good fight!" You walked to the pavilion, in which Ivar was sitting. You say at the edge of the furthest table from him and grabbed your horn for some much needed hydration, when you realize that he never took his eyes off of you.

"May I help you, my king? I seem to be distracting you in some way." You smirked and looked at your drink, trying to seem nonchalant.
"You are a great shieldmaiden. It's hard not to be distracted by a beautiful woman, wielding a sword." He licked his lips and gave you a smoldering look that made you blush. You stood up and turned away from him, so he didn't see the effect his look had on you.
"Oh, well I don't want to be a distraction to the Great Ivar the boneless. Maybe I should train alone, again." You looked at him with a calm face, as you were being serious.
"Oh now that wouldn't be fair to me. since you joined the training group, you've made it more enjoyable." Ivar looked you straight in the eyes as he was flirting with you. There was no shame, no anxiety, just confidence behind his eyes. His cockiness made you like him more. You wanted to give yourself to him right then and there, but decided that you wanted to make this difficult for him. A true king, wouldn't turn down a challenge. You began to casually walk around as Ivar spoke to you.
"Y/N, how about you visit my hall tonight for dinner?" Ivar got up and grabbed his crutch and slowly walked to you. Before he could get close to you, you were already on the other side of the pavilion. He exhaled with a laugh.
"Too quick for you, King Ivar?" You smiled at him cockily.
"If it weren't for something at home waiting for me, I might accept your offer. Maybe you should look for a slave girl to spend the night with instead." Ivar looked at you with surprise from your words. But he liked that you weren't going to make this easy for him.
"Now what's more important than me, at your home?" He lifted his eyebrow, intrigued by how you were being so difficult. You walked over to him to grab your belongings, that sat beside him and gave him a smirk. You got real close and looked up at him while placing your hand on his chest.
"The hot bath and the warm furs on my bed are calling to me. Today has been an exhausting day. I'm sure you understand." Without thinking you kissed his cheek and watched how Ivar blushed from your simple action. You hoped you hadn't pushed your luck too hard with that kiss. Teasing a king, could be dangerous. But you weren't scared. Gods, just thinking about him punishing you for being a tease made you hot and bothered. You walked away and left him standing there. Ivar was more interested in you than ever. How you could turn him down, even though he was king, that was brave. Good thing he never turns down a game of cat and mouse.
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