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

At the corner of my eye, I could feel Ragnar's and Floki's eyes burning intently at me watching me. I tried to avoid their sights, but their gazing was simply too hard to resist. Finally, I caved to that pressure, I turned my head to look at them. Just by their sly mouths moving and their puzzle stares, I could tell I was the subject of reference in their chit-chatting. I simply smiled confidently at them, not wanting my frail form to be mistaken as someone who is intimidated or weak. Although woman had virtually no place in any society, even within Anglo-Saxon culture, I did not want to appear like an object. All these men seemed so entertained. Their amusement from such a basic, proper act such as cutlery was so disproportionate to anything I have expected. My eyes were wide and enlightened as I watch all of them chant, scream, and bang on the tables around us. I had never seen such an uproar from such a rowdy bunch of grown men. I laughed at the situation, finding their amusement to be a foreign joy. This was becoming a big, grand ol' informal party, but it was fun to me in all of its strangeness. I turned to you, smiling as I said. Well, what will it be? I challenged alongside with all of these men, watching you eagerly to see if you would handle the fork like a civilized gentlemen and eat from it like an Anglo-Saxon. As you grinned, I knew instantly that you would be a good sport that you could not refuse a challenge as such. I snickered as you brought the meat to your mouth, pulling at it like the savage Norsemen you were. I was captivated by you in that moment, as my eyes followed the juices of the beef as it rolled down your extensive beard. I had never seen something so revolting from a man yet my bright smile proved only to show I was none other than pleased, even aroused. The reality was that you were such an alien to me to my culture. But in all of your primitive being, you were so handsome, and so manly. Nodding lightly with my brows raised, I was evidently pleased. Wow . I'm impressed. I said, genuinely surprised that you pulled forward with as much grace as you possibly could, given you had never used such a utensil to eat your food. But, just as I thought the chanting would subside, there was another uproar in the crowd. There was chanting again, in words I could not understand, but I did not need language to understand that this was another egging. I looked around the room surprised before turning back to you. Seeing a piece of bleeding meat in your bare hands, my head jerked back slightly. Suddenly I understood their pounding as you hoisted the meat to my face. It was my turn to take a taste at something new. Turning to face the crowd again, I bobbed my head - giving exaggerated nods to show I understood. I shifted my head back to you again, gazing at you for a moment as I thought about how I would do this. My eyes moved from your face to the meat several times as there was a pause a sense of hesitation. Though, just as it seemed I would not chew into the piece with a true, messy Viking, I did. Moving like a snake, I whipped my neck forward, head tilted to the side, and snatched that chunk of oozing meat right from your hands. Though, as I put the meat in my mouth, I made sure to slither my tongue over your fingers sucking your digits into my mouth for a second as I took it from you. As it transferred from your fingers to my lips, my pale, olive-green eyes stayed locked on yours. The crowd went wild.