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

Rollo could not contain himself, for a moment his chest and body quivered as he held in the laughter. Slowly containing it until he boiled over, the view of the woman before him, barely dressed and so slight next to him. Whatever feelings had been hiding within for her boiled over at that moment, the incredible joy at seeing her raise the bucket like a sword, ready to strike, amused him to no end. Wiping the tears away from his face he stood and let the laughter subside, catching his breath as he did so, his sides hurt and he hugged himself a moment. Battle? His eyes turned serious for a moment, as he looked at her slight form. She was slight, beautiful, almost like the sunshine in the morning. One look at her told you she was not a fighter. The eagerness was not to be missed though, he leaned down and looked at her intently, battle is fear, and blood, and shit, and piss. Its watching your enemy loose his bowels in fear as you stand in the wall. The feel of his warm blood running down your hand as you twist the knife in him, at this he raised the dagger between them. Eyes turning to the blade from her, it took a force of will, she was a delight and already Rollo was looking forward to keeping her close. And warm. In his bed. The blade twisted one way, then another, catching the sun as it filtered in the room from the windows. The blade, can cut your enemies heart out, or stab and make him bleed to death slowly. There are innumerable ways to kill a man. Reaching his hand out he took the bucket from her hand and tossed it aside, listening to its hollow sound as it hit the floor and rolled away. You are right, I am a snake. The words came back to him, he had spoken of them so long ago. Rollo wanted to viking, he loved the heat of battle, the sound of weapons clashing, it stirred his blood. I change my skin like a snake, always a new Rollo. Taking her hand in his put the dagger in her hand, feeling the roughness of her hands, not quite the princess or queen this one. Smiling knew she was used to hard work, if she wanted to be a shield maiden, so be it. Giving her a light hearted hiss, closed her hand around the dagger. Standing behind her, close behind her, their bodies touching. He could smell the bath on her from before, her hair contained a hundred scents from the kitchen to the bath, all of it woman. Rollo felt himself respond to her as he lay on her like a second skin, his hand over hers keeping a tight grip to the dagger. His other hand sliding around her waist and holding her close while his hand easily wrapped around hers, even with the dagger in it, he made a few moves. Always start with a dagger, its easy and light. You have to get close though, then you strike, he feinted one way then another before stabbing out. A slight touch on her, his body pressing on her as he made the movements. They were killing strikes, but with each movement he was close to her, touching her, it was almost like making love. His voice was soft and low, a whisper in her ear as he told her how to kill. You need to strike through your enemy, don't just jab at him, you need to see the blade moving through, or it will not be a killing blow.