'Fire In Your Eyes' (Thorfinn x Reader) - Vinland Saga

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I'm standing 5 feet away from him, the side of my torso still exposed, eyes locked with his. There's something else in the room right now, this sudden heat and tension that flows in the space between us. His adam's apple bobs and I watch the drop of blood on his throat rise and fall. He's swallowing. Is he nervous? I instinctively swallow too and without thinking lick and bite my bottom lip. What am I doing? Why am I getting all hot and flustered? The last time I felt like this was with- fuck-

My body moves on it's own and I step towards Thorfinn, my right hand firmly gripped around a shirt in my hand. It feels damp now. Am I sweating? Is it cold in here? What am I doing?

One.. two.. I'm slowly inching closer... His expression changes as I do.. His lips part and I can see his tongue flick to the roof of his mouth then down again as he tries to conjure a word, a sound, but nothing comes out.

Fourth step and he is inches away from me, I reach out for his collar, wanting desperately to grip onto him tightly and invade his beautifully sculpted mouth with my tongue...

but as I do Thorfinn strides back with one swift step. He moves so fast his image hangs for a moment in the space he stood before vanishing. Fuck! I drop my hand and stumble back clumsily, the shock of it all causing me to bite down on the tip of my tongue."Ow-th! Th-uck!" The sharp pain tears through my ears and snaps me away from this awkward moment, allowing me to escape to the other side of the room shirt still in hand. I touch the inside of my mouth and though I can taste a slight tang there isn't any blood. Fuck that hurt.

I'm facing away from Thorfinn now. I can't bear to look at him. What the hell was that? Did he know what I was about to do? Did he not want me to? Ok just... forget that happened.

If he isn't going to kiss me the least he could do is give me some answers.

"How did you come so fast?" I splutter, realizing how that sounds in English. "Uh, fuck. I mean how did you hear what was happening? How did you get here so quickly?" My questions pour out inelegantly in my Norse/English hybrid tongue and I can't stay still any longer. Oh god, I should have just sent him away with Leif.

I bite my lip and pull off my shirt, changing swiftly into the one I've been holding. I couldn't care less if he saw my chest, but judging by his reaction earlier he probably just looked away. Why is he so quiet? Is he even breathing? I should just send him away if he isn't going to talk to me-

"Clean it." A deep voice whispers and a soft breath caresses my ear. Every cell is set alight again. He's... right... behind me!

I feel a cold finger brush against my hip, dipping underneath my clean shirt and lifting it up slowly. The chill of his skin in contact with mine feels like electricity and my mind goes blank. "You have to clean it." He whispers again, this time in English. I can hear the lilt of an accent and I melt. His rough fingers graze up my side as he reveals the cut from earlier.

I'd completely ignored it... for every sensation I've felt around him has penetrated through anything else my body should be feeling right now; Fear, exhaustion, pain... All I feel is heat, desire and lust.

"Fuck" I choke as I turn to face him, my eyes meet his and I quickly decide not to move for him again, my body couldn't handle that rejection a second time.

Instead I take in his face, scars on his pink cheeks, some deep and some just on the surface. Deep golden eyes reflecting the flickering fire, long eyelashes, creases in the dips of his unkempt brows, circles under his eyes, a slightly crooked chiseled nose, full chapped lips pressed into a firm line, his wavy hair spiking over certain parts of his face, blonde and wild.