“You are good at taming wild things”
“You are good at taming wild things,” Ivar teased, as you walked with the pack of five wolfhounds at your heels.
“These dogs have more manners than most men in this village; and they lick their own balls! Sneaking up on someone like that! How dare you-“ You scolded at the rude intrusion… before you realised who it was that interrupted your walk.
Your prince, Ivar the Boneless, Son of Ragnar leaned against a tree taking pause from his crutches. You didn’t have time to question what he was doing this far out, on what you thought was a private trek known only to you.
He was a dangerous and unpredictable man, having killed his brother Sigurd. You had prevoked him enough without intention and didn’t wish to face his wrath so cut your retort short.
But Ivar knocked his head back in laughter. “Maybe it is you that is the wild one after all,” he said licking his bottom lip, looking you up and down.
You blushed despite yourself, pulling your cloak tighter around you.
“We are all alone up here,” he mused looking around the landscape. “You made it uneasy to follow you.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “I’m not that interesting my prince, why follow me at all?” you tried to deflect.
“I am interested in how you train something to do your bidding,” he continued in a low sing song voice that gave you goosebumps. “Do you think it’s best to overpower them into submission? Or better to reward good behaviour in pleasing you?” He raised his eyebrow and you knew it wasn’t the dogs he was talking about.
Your voice cracked a little as you answered, “I do not beat my animals. If you are good to them they will be loyal to you.”
Ivar reached his fingers to rub the ears of the nearest dog. “I hear they are greedy…. that once they have a taste of something they like they always want more.” His blue eyes pierced yours. “I am much the same.”
Your heart rate picked up and you were suddenly all too aware how dense the forest was around you, the thick canopy of shadows, the still blanket of air. If you were to scream out here in fear or pleasure nobody would hear you. “What is it you have a taste for my prince?”
He leaned from the tree towards you, brushing your hair back from your collar bone deliberately with his fingers as you stood frozen.
Your body tingled under his touch and seeing your reaction his eyes flashed with excitement.
He began to wrap his fingers around your throat and whispered against your skin as he kissed it, “Let me make it obvious.”
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