#berserkiir

[wasulfhrafnx]

Gives her ass a nice hard smack with bloodied hands. “ Can’t believe you drove your sword through that man’s mouth like that. I’ve never been more attracted to you.”

      muscles tense for a brief moment, mostly out of habit, adrenaline still pumping through her veins, as she whirls around to face him, yanking him down to eye level so she may reciprocate by sinking her teeth into his throat. lips just barely brushing against his before she releases him. she isn’t annoyed, far from it, but this wasn’t the time.  “ — i will drive my sword through you if you do not stop distracting me. focus,” at least long enough to find what they’d stormed this bandit camp for, “… that heirloom has to be here somewhere. “ were it anyone else they would have met her fist without question, but she allowed him leniency rarely given. 

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“Christ--” She squeaked at the stranger, a hand pressed against her beating chest as she tried to calm herself down. As relief came so did annoyance and she frowned at them.

“You scared me. What are you doing walking around all...” She pauses to make a little claw gesture with her hands. “All spooky in the middle of the night. I thought you were...were a lunatic.” Granted she had no proof they weren’t but now that she was face to face, she felt her odds were better than if they had remained in the shadows.

[wasulfhrafnx]

Don't mind the large bear just barreling through the group hunters in front of her, eventually dragging one by the neck that silenced his screams with a satisfying ' crunching ' noise.

  she watches him dispatch of the hunters with ease, taking a moment to catch her breath, blade still in hand. her recent transformation had been taxing, fresh scars littered across her body as a result, but she does not allow her fatigue to show. no matter the amount of pain. not when enemies still lingered nearby. they’d been clever this time around, waiting for her surge of strength to wane along with the moon, but she’d anticipated danger. as she always did when at her most vulnerable. creatures like herself never traveled alone. 

    she’s grateful for him all the same, more than he may know, and it reflects in her gaze. in the way steely demeanor warms when he is near.

  when he finally approaches, threat temporarily extinguished, she rests her forehead against the björn’s with silent appreciation, fingers curling into his fur. soothed by his warmth she can feel a grogginess begin to take hold, her head aching from over exertion. “ modi would be proud. we should find somewhere to make camp. “ somewhere for the she-wolf to heal.

[wasulfhrafnx]

Curls up beside in bear form.

   she stands unflinching even as he towers over her in this beastly form, her hand tenderly running through his thick coat, moving to rest upon his shoulder when he settles beside her. adoration present in her gaze. she knew the heart that dwelled within, trusted him to know her as she knew him. even with his will tested by the call to hunt. fear had no place in the minds of hircine’s children. 

    so she does not falter as an otherwise deadly muzzle ruffles through her hair, playfully nudging him in retaliation before placing a kiss to the top of his nose. 

[wasulfhrafnx]

“ quit it or I’ll bite.”

  FIVE WORD PROMPTS / ACCEPTING

   “ …your intimidation tactics only work on whelps, you and i both know my bite is much worse than yours,“  leaning over him she allows her unbraided hair to fall upon his face, hoping to be enough of a nuisance to wake him. when that fails she moves away from his bed and begins to collect his armor, flinging it piece by painful piece in his direction. “ get dressed. the others are waiting outside,” there is no humor in her tone, despite how playful she’d been just moments prior, the urgency in vilkas’ tone, uncharacteristic for one normally so level headed, even in times of stress, had her on edge. “ something is happening..  “ 

[wasulfhrafnx]

“ I told you I’d return with it—“ nevermind the fact that he’s completely showered in dried blood, instead he lifted the helm up and placed it along the table in front of him with a grunt, arms obviously weak from his frenzy due to Modi. The skull itself was showered in even more blood if possible, with obvious scratches on it from the warfare he had caused. “ I head butted someone so hard, it caved his skull in.” There he goes, feeling his lips pull back into a bright smile, a rare occasion.

    the sight of him both warms and stirs the primal longing within her heart, makes her yearn for her own hunt, her own adventure. the shield maiden knows her time will come soon enough but patience was difficult. she’s restless, tired of training whelps and sick of these uneventful halls. she wanted to live tales of grandeur not hear them. “ …and it is still intact, “ smiling she slides him a mug of mead in celebration of his victory, “ i am impressed with its resilience,” but then, it came as no surprise given the hands that crafted it. “ did you see any dragons ? ”

[wasulfhrafnx]

“ Pity that they still remain unknown..” of course, the smile hidden underneath the fangs of the skull was completely full of it— the skull had lingering perfumes of her scent, which is the only reason why he even adorned it. Climbing into bed, he pulled the helm off and set it aside, curling his body around her own till his scarred arms wrapped around her hips, only to ghost his beard across her skin. “ The next time you see it, it’ll be painted red from my travels.”

  “ hm, should i be concerned ? ” mischief laces every word and she can not help but smirk in turn. although even light hearted jest carried a small amount of truth, his actions had never given her cause to doubt him. and it was that trait that drew her in the most. for one more beast than man, the same as she, he was far more honorable than he chose to let on. “… it is a mystery that shall remain unsolved, i suppose.“

 as he obliges her request she sighs with contentment and sinks further into his embrace, one hand immediately combing through his mane while the other settled upon his arm, idly tracing the scars littered across his skin. the sensation of his beard as it brushed against her shoulder, teasing her, only manages to lure her closer still, and she hovers near his collarbone, playfully biting at his flesh in retaliation. enough to mark him, but not quite so fierce as to draw blood.

“… i shall be glad to see it serve you well, so long as you return along with it.” there is a silent plea in her request, return to her , but it does not escape the confines of her ribcage. 

[wasulfhrafnx]

Don’t mind him, he’s just being jubilant as fuck wearing nothing but that saber helm she made him—- amulets and all.

   emerald gaze trails from his bare torso, unabashed in it’s admiration of the berserker in his entirety, to the helm he’d not removed from the moment he’d received it. with rubies where eyes had once been and runes ingrained upon every inch of its smooth surface it truly was remarkable craftsmanship. one of eorlund’s best pieces, and entirely one of a kind. “—-it suits you. whomever gifted such a treasure to you must be very fond of you.”  her eyes betray just how much.

    smiling into a pillow she clears her throat, only to gain his full attention, and pats the empty space beside her, beckoning him and his warmth closer. helm and all, it made no difference, so long as he remained beside her.