If I had a Heart (Viking AU)
Her jaw clenched tightly, looking up to him as he pulled the small dagger from his belt. That puny thing was insulting, slow and her heart gripped tightly as the last fears of death clung on. What a cruel bastard, she thought as he knelt down in front of her. Nanaba’s breathing was ragged, gripping her thigh tightly.She kept his gaze as he cut the thick leather above her breast, exposing pale white skin, untouched by blood or dirt. She glared at him, “Fuck you, monster.” She hissed under her breath, spitting at his feet just before the blade sunk into her skin. Words caught in her throat and she clenched her jaw shut tightly, eyes narrowing as the pain ripped her skin open. She didn’t blink away from him, meeting his cold gaze as her fingers tightened, stomaching the pain. The symbol mean’t nothing, she was just waiting for it to plunge into her chest. Let the demon play with blood, this body would mean nothing to her in a few moments anyway. It didn’t stop the pain from registering in her grit teeth, the way her eyes contracted as they watched him or the shake in her shoulders, but no sound slipped from her lips, she wouldn’t allow it. Whatever he was saying, he sounded pleased with himself as he had. Murmured softly before the daggered was pulled from her skin and to her horror, slid back into it’s sheath. “No.” She spoke, the first English she knew as the reality sank in. A new fear, something worse than an honorable death she was due as he stood. “ No, No! NO! You BASTARD!” She shrieked, struggling to shove his hands away as he lifted her up, Her body was losing blood, pushed to the brink and her limbs hung heavy. No, no no no no! She thrashed now with whatever strength she had left. The stoic warrior came back with full force. Rape, torture, was the worst kind of death, it was shameful and slow. It wasn’t in a fight, she wouldn’t see her friends, her family. Nanaba’s soul would be plunged in a pain and darkness no one ever comes back from. She thrashed on his shoulder, screaming now words he couldn’t understand. She wouldn’t go down like this, how dare he. She grappled on his shoulders, her fingers wrapping around that small dagger on his hip and pulling it free as her body howled in pain. “You will not END ME LIKE THIS!” Nanaba yelled, her voice cracking as she stabbed him in the hip with what little strength she had, the blade plunging into the clothed side before his armor pushed it out, only an inch or two actually stuck into his body as the world swam making her dizzy and nauseous. Nanaba had lost too much blood and vertigo made her unable to coherently move. The dagger fell to the mud and she gripped his armor, pushing and clawing at him with whatever lingering strength she had while the edges of her vision began to swim and blur. “You son of a bitch.” She choked, pushing against Nile and hearing distant shouts of victory in a language that was not hers.
She must have gotten the wrong opinion of him. Of course there was no way he was going to expose her more than he already had, leaving her to become such an immodest person. No, she might have been a heathen, but that didn’t change the fact that she was human. And as such, there was no way he could lay a hand on her in such an impure, unwanted way. No, he walked in the light of god, and once she did as well, he would take her then. Though there was no denying the way that just the beginning of the line of her breasts could be seen, and there was no way he could hide the flush that colored his cheeks.
Though Nile never would have guessed she would speak to him. The no caught him off guard, his eyes widening just slightly as he sat there for a moment. “What do you mean, no?” He asked, in a futile hope that she would be able to answer him. Of course she couldn’t answer him. They had more than just a communication barrier between the two of them, no it ran deeper than that. There was a difference in their souls, and apparently he had done something drastic to her’s. The fight that she managed to find ended up causing him to nearly drop her, the sharp dagger moving cleanly into his skin. He didn’t cry out, the weight of her body going limp adding more pain to the weight he already had to hold.
“Just calm down! You’re going to an infirmary!” He shouted at her futile attempts, struggling t push himself along, her meaningless attacks more of a nuisance than anything else. Well, short of the blood that currently found it’s way falling out of the other’s side. That had hurt quite a lot, actually. And he couldn’t help to think about the blood that had alredy been on the knife. It was nothing more than an impure thought, thinking of the way that just the barest amount of her blood was now mingling with his. The thought should have disgusted him.
It didn’t.
Instead, he did as he had said and carried her all the way back, not stopping until she could find a place to rest. At some point the woman had lost too much blood, ending up completely immobile in his arms. And despite the strange looks, he never felt the reason to explain himself, leaving the unconscious woman in the care of the infirmary staff, vowing to check on her once she had woken up again.
