You loved to dance but after this much ale this became a whole other way of dancing you enjoyed quite a bit, certainly when he was looking you. You bite your lip looking him right in the eyes as he threw a nut into his mouth, tilting his head while he narrowed his eyes. His chewing was almost slowed down as the ale took more of your body in own hands after another cup. Hvitserk let you look for your own boundaries before you couldn't dance and just stood there light headed at the side wall of the great hall.

'Already done?' He asked amused while walking your way.

'I think I drank a little to much of the,' you nodded your fingers towards the empty cup of ale. He laid his hand around your waist and caressed your cheek.

'If you keep dancing like that I probably hire some men to keep you safe from prying eyes.' He noted. You started laughing, resting your head against his chest while the giggling just didn't stop. 'By the gods, you really drank to much. Come on, let's get you home.' He chuckled amused. You muttered something, half sobbing because of no reason while he supported your body home. You and Hvitserk went a long way back as friends, but that had changed in an intenser way. When he pushed the door open you found your way to your room and rested against the wall. 'Will you manage?'

'You gonna stay?'

'To see you throw up every hour, no thank you.' He reacted amused. You turned around and looked at him, all desperate and in need of some guidance.

'What if one of those praying eyes followed me home? I'm defenseless like this.' You spun around your body and he caught you from losing balance.

'Not as defenseless as you think.' He nodded. You smiled, pushing up your tips and pressing a kiss against his cheek.

'I really really like you Hvitserk.'

'Other confessions to make?' He asked amused about you light and talkie mood.

'We should defiantly have sex.' You stated while pulling down that dress, falling down naked in the bed, turning yourself into the sheets.

'I'm gonna hope you remember that tomorrow morning.' He whispered but you hardly understood, already slipping off to the hard needed sleep to overcome this hang over.

Waking up with a massive headache that left you nauseous and ready to throw up. You carefully turned in your bed, squeezing your eyes hard together for all things danced around.

'There is a herb that helps against that.' It was like his voice sang. You slowly turned on your back, opening one eye to him.

'Please tell me it doesn't grow in England.' You muttered. He reached behind him and offered you a cup. You mumbled something and took it over, looking in it to the strange brew. 'How bad is it?' You asked.

'That or the night?' He asked amused.

'What did I do?' You asked tired. He stroke some strands of hair out of your face, looking at you down.

'Nothing I can't handle, it was,' He felt silent, finger scouting your naked shoulder. It was then that you realized you were naked. You groaned, turning away and looking back into the cup. You took a deep breath and drank it empty in one swift move. It tasted wrong and you had to do your best to keep it in while you handed him the cup back over your shoulder. 'Something else you need?' He asked, the edge of his voice a little concerned. You turned back on your back and looked at him. He lay on his stomach beside you, smiling generally compassioned with your situation. Probably he was a professional in hang overs.

'What do you usual do when you experience this kind of stuff.'

'Keep it dark, rest, don't concentrate to much and drink enough water and things like this.' He held up the empty cup and you pulled your noise up, he chuckled. 'You will manage.' He reassured you.

'You stayed here the whole night?' You asked curious. He was your friend, but staying he never did before.

'You asked me to.' He nodded. You looked into his eyes, searching for something that would clear up other parts beside the dancing but there was nothing there to see.

'What else did I ask for?' You went further, not trusting yourself with the black place in your memories. You squeezed your eyes back together, feeling that the darkness was indeed better then all this light in the room.

'Sex.' He answered without any shame. You didn't react, instead you let it sink in before you slowly opened your eyes.

'Maybe I should thank you with that.'

'You really want to go down that road?' He asked with a cocked up smile. He wasn't prostesting against it, why would he. The fact he didn't mistreat you and you totally trusted him was one thing ... but you wanted him, since he was back from Frankia something changed between the two of you.

'I wasn't dancing that good for nothing.' You tiredly smiled. He hummed, his eyes slowly following your covered body under the sheets. You pulled the braid that was hanging over his shoulder and he looked back. 'Next time I dance you know what to do.' You whispered. He lowered his head, his nose stroking aside yours before he placed his lips on yours in a short kiss.

'You taste totally wrong.' He whispered against your lips.

'Couldn't say that from you Hvitserk Ragnarsson.' You smiled in approval. His smile broke open and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

'Catch up on some sleep, we dance another time.' He promised. Look at him, being all caring and responsible.