VIKINGS || GYDA

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟏

His hands trail over me. His exploration is gentle as he inspect my marked skin. His head lays upon the space between my breasts, my leg is loosely hung around his waist keeping him atop me whilst the other is dangling off the small bed fit for the girl I was when I first lived here. The early morning sun shown through the window, illuminating his crimson locks that I stroke through. He pushes his cheek closer to my chest as his soft touch traces over the scars that littered my arms. He stops when he traces over a deep one.

"What about this one?"

I hum a laugh, "That one is Bjorn's doing. He brought home a wild pup when we were children. He named it Fenrir, after the child of Loki and Angrboda. Our Mother had told us the tale of Fenrir and he had been obsessed for weeks. The fool didn't account for the pups mother. She wandered onto our farm and tried to attack Bjorn. I threw myself before him, the mother's teeth dug into my arm. Bjorn panicked when he saw the blood, he lured the mother away by taking the pup to the woods near our house," I chuckle at the memory, "Mother and father were furious. Bjorn was to do all my chores as punishment until my arm healed."

He shares in my laugh, "I remember being told the story of Fenrir when I was young. It made me so sad. My mother told me that Fenrir would devour the sun and come Ragnarök, he will fight against Odin and swallow him." His hands continue to run up and down in delicate strokes as he feels for more scars.

My hand moves to caress the back of his neck as my thumb brushed over his longer locks, "Then Odin's son, Vidar, will avenge his father, stabbing the wolf to the heart and tearing him apart, jaws to tail." As I finish the tale he lifts his head up and hovers over me, his hand pressed beside my hair as he holds himself up.

"Remind me to never get a dog."

His head dips as he graces me with his lips. I hold his jaw, admiring the definition in it.

"I shall. As much as I am fond of you I do not think you could conquer a god wolf." I tease.

His head shakes as he smirks, "Perhaps I should just start with you." He quiets my giggling as our lips hungrily join together. His hands rake across me as I curl my limbs around his hovering body, using all my strength to pull his hips down to me.

My back arches as I long to banish any space between us. His sighs of satisfaction fill my mouth as the pressure of my chest and hips are lifted up to rub against his naked body. His hand takes a firm grip to my jaw as he bestows deep kisses. I allow my nails to rake down his spine as his tongue glides against my own.

I knew I would be a disgraced woman if anyone were to discover us but I could not stay away. I was young and unmarried, I had no place to be entangled with him but Nels had graced me with a new wonder.

I had been told since I was young that only my husband would be the one to have my body like this, but I refused that notion. My feelings for Nels had grown fiercely and I wanted him to be my first, not some Saxon lord who I'm sure would sooner spear me than love me. For Nels, It wasn't just his body anymore, it was just him. He has shown time and time again that he will have my back, whether it be in battle or other matters. He was loyal, honourable, a good man.

His lips are pulled away as he looks down to me with a serious look. His mind wanders somewhere else, I see it clearly. My brows raise as I guide his body to turn, he lays on his back as I move to rest my chest upon his own. His hands absentmindedly brush through the loose hairs by my face as I peer down to him with a concerned look.