You walked into the great hall, usual attitude, chin up, proud as always. You had your right to be proud, certainly after the things you accomplished. You weren't one of his to begin with, you were a shieldmaiden ranked under the previous king of this lands, against your will. Harald captured you in the attack and in all of that you saved them. Despite all of that it wasn't Harald laying his eyes on you, it was his brother, Halfdan the Black. You stood still before that one throne and bowed shortly, changing a short look with Halfdan who was eying you from his stop against a pillar. 'You wounded?' King Harald asked. You looked down, to the blood on your clothes and shrugged. 'Not mine.' You lied. Harald smiled widely. 'So it worked?' 'It worked.' You answered, looking over your shoulder to a few men walking in. Harald dismissed you with his finger and you came to stand aside Halfdan, walking as straight up as you could although the pain flared in your stomach a little. 'You are hurt.' Halfdan stated. You looked aside to him, shrugging like it didn't mean anything. 'What you gonna do about it Halfdan?' You challenged him, smiling before walking out, leaving him all alone with that desire of him.

It was late, ale filling your head a little, music pounding your ears. Your hand flattened against your stomach, arching your back to feeling the pain a little out. It was then that his hand covered yours, sliding down over that wound to the edge of your tunic. ' He whispered over your shoulder. The tips of his fingers touched your bare skin and you slowly turned your head looking to him. 'What is it that I do to you?' You asked him calmly, playing along. He leaded your hand towards his body, that hard bumb in his trousers. You squeezed it, giving him that small grin. 'I see.' You stroke the fabrics over it and he pulled you closer, your back contacting with his chest. 'Praying on a wounded animal now?' You asked, giving in on the brutality of his movements. He hummed in your ear before placing a kiss underneath it, dragging his teeth over your neck. He pulled you away from your place and you let him, following him outside as he took you to a shed, sheep making noise while he so freely started to make your armor loose. His mouth tasted like ale, a consuming taste that took your deeper into your own blurriness. He freed the upper part of your body and looked down to you. 'Such beauty.' He curved his fingers around your breasts before his attention felt on the wound you had. He stroke it with his thumb and you hissed, looking up at him heated. He chuckled, dark and slide his fingers over the edges of your trousers. You unbuckled his belt, throwing it down before loosening his pants, seeing what it released. You licked on the thoughts of the feeling that could cause while he loosened your pants and pressed you with your back against the wall. He stroke his member between your legs and you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed you again. 'I want you,' he groaned, lifting you up stroking you in every possible way he could. 'Every night I image myself doing this,' he pinched you against the wall of the shed, feeling your wetness. Your breath hitched as you looked up to the ceiling of that shed, moaning his name. He lined himself up with you and you gladly took it, not even being able to breath when he sunk deeper into you. 'So good.' He breathed with that typical possessive tone. He started moving, the mix of your pain and his movements inside of your made you come much faster than you anticipated. Maybe you needed a man after all. He was right ... so good.