Giant (G/T) One-Shots

The Loot

         "Morsellll," the giant whined. 

         "Yes, asshole?" the human huffed. 

         "Is the button fixed yet?" Lachlan asked. 

         Pret rolled her eyes. "Yes, asshole."

         He grinned, jerking the uniform coat off of the table. "Thanks, morsel!" 

         "Yeah, yeah. Next time, don't just yank on it. Unbutton it carefully." she ordered, "You contribute to half of the sewing I have to do."

         "I thought ye liked sewing," he pouted. 

         "I don't mind sewing, but I have a whole troop of giants to sew for," she reminded him, "And plenty of other things to do, mind you." 

         Most giants looted whatever they conquered. Occasionally, giants stole valuables like gold and jewels, but they were often too small to have much value to giants. The greatest loot were humans. They made delicious snacks. Lachlan was going to make Pret into a snack, but she just refused to be food. She pointed out that he was missing some buttons on his coat that she could sew back on for him. She ended up persuading him to spare her in exchange for her services. In a way, it made her a prisoner of sorts. 

         "Are ye done for today?" he asked hopefully.  

         "Of course not. I still-" She was cut off with a yelp as the giant greedily snatched her up. 

         "Ye can do it tomorrow," he said, throwing the coat over the bottom bunk's mattress. 

         "My work will pile up tomorrow!" she hissed. 

         "I'll help ye with it," he assured her. 

         "Do you know how to sew, get stains out of clothes, polish buckles, shine shoes, or treat infections?" she challenged.

         "It can't be that hard," he pressed. 

         "It's not, but you'd find a way to fuck it up," she huffed.

         A head ducked down from the top bunk. "Ye dun' have t'worry about m'pants or ear tomorrow, lass. Take a break."

         "Maybe your grass stain can wait, Ulrik, but your ear infection is first priority. In fact, let me see it real quick." Pret demanded. Lachlan lifted her up to Ulrik's ear. 

         "It's still a lil red," Ulrik admitted. 

         "Why are your piercings still in? I told you to take those out." Pret barked. 

         "It hurts," Ulrik whined. 

         "Take the damn earrings out, giant. I told you they need to be sterilized for awhile. You need to wash out your holes periodically and sterilize your piercings before you put them back in." she instructed. 

         Ulrik tenderly pulled out his earring from his infected ear, wincing and cussing the whole time. His earlobe was bright red, and his earring was crusty and dirty. 

         "Go sterilize your earring and ear right now!" Pret snapped. 

         "But-"

         "Now, giant," she growled. Lachlan drew her back close to himself as Ulrik crawled off of his bed begrudgingly.

         "Ye're all cleared up for today," Lachlan cheered. 

         She sighed. "Still not even close."

         "Yeah well...ye're technically only mine, so ye only have t'cater t'm'needs, and I want attention," he said, pulling her close to his chest. 

         He'd grown attached to his prisoner, so did the other giants. She'd gotten a little attached to the lot too. They could be dickhead, but they were also sweethearts. They made sure she was well fed, they brought her back things from looting, and they included her in their leisure activities. Some stitching and mediocre medical work wasn't that bad. 

         "Giants…" she grumbled, leaning into his chest.