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As Thorfinn shamefully laid hugging Y/n close to his chest, he tightened his grip around her. He failed to behead Askeladd, the only thing he acquired from that fight was a black eye-- half of his face blown up as it swelled.
As his eyes adjusted to the sun rays leaking through the window, he debated wether he should get up or lay with Y/n more. A part of him desperately wanted to savour the rare moment, knowing that a conscious Y/n wouldn't allow him to touch her so intimately. Feeling Y/n's breath fan his bare chest, it was almost enough to lull him back to sleep.
A lot of things happened last night, and he wasn't sure how or if he even wanted to explain the events to Y/n once she awakes. He wasn't looking forward to dealing with her anger, Thorfinn knew she would be beyond upset knowing he knocked her out last night.
Then to add onto knocking her out, going to duel Askeladd.
After delivering the blow to the side of her neck to put her to sleep, Thorfinn carried Y/n back to where she was assigned to stay. And after getting beat black and blue by Askeladd, he returned to her side instead of going to bed alone.
As yesterdays events replayed in his mind, Thorfinn could feel himself once again being overwhelmed with rage. He'd never felt so disrespected in his life, even Thorkell swinging him swinging him around like a doll was second to his fight with Askeladd.
Askeladd didn't even draw his sword, and had beat him with his bare knuckles.
Completely discounting his promise that he made to Y/n.
No, Thorfinn didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest bit. He was just very, very disappointed in himself.
Resting his chin to the top of Y/n's head, her hair that was released from it's ponytail tickled his skin. He sighed, feeling his heart throb as her hands unconsciously began to move over his stomach.
Cupping her cheeks, he carefully pulled her away slightly so he could look down at her resting face. Completely ignoring the pain of his arm that was suppose to be in a sling.
Leaning down slightly as he caressed her cheeks with his thumb, his eyes scanned her face as he burned the image into his mind.
A sudden inappropriate action plagued his mind.
He couldn't see himself getting another chance, and he was so curious and tempted Thorfinn didn't see the harm in trying.
'What are the chances of her waking up and catching me..? How would see even react if she was awake..? Would she like it?'
He already fucked up in so many ways, he'd violated her and obliterated her trust for him all in one day. Shaking his head, he was positive she would most likely slap him across the face if she were conscious, or maybe even worse..
'But she isn't.'
Puckering his lips slightly, he pressed them onto Y/n's forehead-- yet only for what felt like a split second before quickly pulling away.
