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

Instead he furnished our feast, Ragnar responded to her taunt in the language of the Kents. Looking over at Rollo and grinning, as if winning some unspoken contest between them. Rollo understood but shrugged as two men began brawling at the end of the table over the same cut of meat. Rollo watched her movements with more interest than Ragnar who gave his attention the room for a moment. The rest around them quieting down as Daralis took a plate and held up to them, some sneering at the easily broken plate. The fork and knife were of more use as she filled the plate with bread, cheese, and meat. Floki sneered at the effort she took to fill the plate and come back to Rollo where she handed it to him, the fork sticking up from the middle of the juicy, steaming meat. Looking at it curious there were shouts of challenge, and some of the waste of time to fill the plate. A note that only women could spend time making something like that, and not Norse women. Looking into her eyes for a moment saw the defiance in there, a woman who would bend but not break. A strength that came from will and not from size or strength. Smiling and laughing at it Rollo curled his hand around the fork and picked it up, the chanting started nearby then ran around the table. Turning to Ragnar who smiled and sat back in the chair, hiding his face in a cup, Rollo lifted the fork and holding it over his mouth slowly brought the meat into his mouth and then yanked it away roughly as he clamped teeth around the juicy meat. Blood and juice ran into his beard as he chewed happily. The fork rested uncomfortably in his hand, a cheer around the table as Rollo ate with a broad smile, as if he had conquered the walls of the castle again. Ragnar put the cup on the table and clapped softly, an uneasy smile on his face. Well done brother, you've just become civilized. Floki laughed then sneered, Rollo? It will take more than eating like a Christian to do that. Come Floki, can't you see the little witch is taming him? Ragnar teased. Still impressed with the singing and how she commanded the room, the slight woman amid the large, hairy vikings. There was no fear in her eyes around them, as she stood in Rollo's shadow. Holding the fork like a knife Rollo tried twice to get another piece of meat on the the end of the small points, succeeding with another grin. Turning his arm uncomfortably, the mean hanging from the bottom of his hand he raised it up to Daralis' mouth as another chant started nearby. The men were drunk enough that anything seemed to be a challenge and worth celebrating. Rollo grinned at her, this rare jewel that he had found. A strange and interesting treasure that was more than she seemed. Enjoying himself with her began to wonder what he would do with her later, though his body knew what it wanted he wondered if he would just take it, or she would challenge him with it again. Urging her on with a look in his face held the meat up to her lips, the men about chanting as they pounded the table like that had with the bouts before Ragnar. Eyes intent on her, Rollo jutting out his chin and with his eyes urged her on to take it. Wondering if she would. Come on my Queen, he whispered softly in Norse to her.