Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

RE One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure VIKINGS - boyo111 x Jokerama The voices came closer again, the men who found the kitchen were handing out the ale. Licking his lips Rollo thought about missing his share, though Daralis was far superior to any ale that he might enjoy. Looking down at her wondered what to do, take her now, take her from here, hide her? The question haunted him for a moment until he heard Floki's voice. Then the doors boomed open, Floki with a full cup held with two fingers stood there unsteadily. Gestures always exaggerated the boat builder was a good fighter, but his obsession with the gods could border on the annoying. Rollo! Floki's eyes settled on Daralis, her small form almost hidden behind Rollo, hands joined behind his back. Rollo felt the hand tighten on his as Floki almost stumbled in the room, his usual gangly self a bit unsteady with ale. The dark rimmed eyes gave him a look halfway between drunk and mad idiot. I had a cup for you, then a giggle as Floki looked at his empty hand, but I must have drank it. I came to congratulate you, that climb up the wall, most impressive. Speaking as he entered the room, the snake-like body curled around his, dark eyes settling on Daralis. What kind of treasure did you find, hm? Normally Floki was tolerable, but flush with victory and drunk he could be insufferable. Reaching out to take a lock of Daralis' hair the giggle echoing in the small room, Rollo cleared his throat. Floki, pushing away Floki's arm, my axe is just over there, the warning was unmistakable. Floki pulled his arm back as if from a fire, head tilting in acquiescence as he swept his arms out in a mock bow, stepping back a little. Alright Rollo, alright, if you want her, she's yours. Drinking some more from his cup Floki turned the lean body on his heel, with the grace of the newly drunk, and wandered out to the hall turning at the door, when you are ready, the hint unmistakable as Floki laughed in his odd way, we'll be feasting in the hall when Ragnar gets here. Daralis' fingers had been tight, small fingers gripping into the flesh of his calloused hand, a strong grip for a woman of her size. Perhaps not the princess she seemed, but he didn't care. Keeping a hold on her hand, fingers entwined with his possessively, grinned at Floki and walking over retrieved the axe. The blood had dried, along with the muck of battle that chafed his skin as he breathed, stepping from the room with axe and Daralis saw that the others had already gleaned through the rooms. Like crows pecking the dead what was of worth was stripped, what was not broken, knocked over. Seeing the bath Rollo walked towards it wanting a moment to think. The tub was too heavy or not worth anything so had been left alone. Leaning the axe against the wall Rollo took a cloth and began to wash the blood and muck from his arms, a sigh escaping him. Looking at his princess, a vision in her white dress, the jewels in her hair. It put a smile on his face, seems I found the best treasure of the raid. Reaching down he pulled those sweet lips back towards him, her wide, lush mouth pressed against him. She smelled clean, tasted clean, and as he recalled her voice it was like kissing one of the gods. Beautiful and indescribable at the same time. Dipping the cloth in the water pulled it up to his shoulder, the water running through the blood and muck in thin rivulets that charted the muscular course of his chest. Stay near me, speak to no one, look at no one, he warned her, not even Ragnar. If he claimed Daralis as his woman they'd stay clear. A few would look, but knocking a head or two would resolve that and she would be left alone. What he did not want was her letting lose his secret of knowing her language. He wanted her, but taking her now would just invite others to try and take a turn after, the few who wandered up towards them wandered away with a look and a growl. While the heat of victory was on them all she was in danger until the celebration had ended, and with the raucous singing below the feasting had begun. The rise of voices told him Ragnar came, if his brother's eye came on Daralis he'd lose her. Just like everything else. Much as he loved his brother he was jealous of what Ragnar had obtained, and took away from him. Lagertha, whom they had both loved, and then Siggy died for his sons. Rollo, absentmindedly washed himself thinking of Siggy for a moment, the old pain ached for a moment, he couldn't begrudge Ragnar his sons, but he did miss Siggy. Lost in though Rollo turned to see her staring at him, the eyes soft and dark, Daralis. So my Princess, grinning at her, would you be willing to sing for the monsters later? That would calm them, then you would only have one to worry about. A low growl echoed humorously in his throat.