Choco's (Aglovale)
Warnings: none
The peace in Wales is restored after the demand and supply of chocolate was once again met.
Even though the whole adventure with the eldest brother took the whole day, you are happy that everyone could enjoy the Valentine day celebrations. Even if the day is almost over.
The sky is already dark by the time your party and Aglovale arrives back in his castle. You, Vyrn and Lyria lingering just behind the monarch.
"Are you going to give your chocolates to him?" Lyria asks, noticing your quiet demeanour. Both she and Vyrn know you love the holiday, pulling out all the stops to make sure everyone knows how much you love and appreciate them.
But you spend the whole day lying to Aglovale about your actual reason for your visit to Wales.
You click your tongue, you fight gods, demons and angels. Yet to give Aglovale your handmade chocolates terrified you. Especially after seeing the mountain of extravagante gifts the king already received. It made your chocolates seem humble and not good enough for a king.
It is daunting.
And a little demotivating.
When you finally entered the room, Aglovale was already sitting on that big plush red chair of his. His eyes focused on you as the three of you finally stood before the king.
He wasn’t born yesterday. He knew something was off the moment you stepped into the room at the start of the day.
He would never admit it, but he was too kind to call you out. Yet he was curious, so when he managed to steal the object that was causing you so much grief on Chocolea. He just had to mess with you a little, you lied to a king after all.
Your eyes glance at stacks of presents around the chair. Did the mountain grow bigger in the time you all went to the Chocolea island? Your brown twitches and in that moment you make up your mind.
You would say goodbye and find a primal to fight instead. MUCH easier.
"Captain"
You stiffen as soon as Aglovale calls you out and ever so slightly Lyria and Vyrn shift to hide behind you.
"I must thank you for your hard work, you deserve a reward. That is what I like to say but…"
"What you truly deserve is punishment instead."
Vyrn lets out an indignant squeak and Lyria puffs her cheeks.
His eyes shift to your friends behind you. Silencing their protests before speaking again.
"Your charges, of course, are excluded from said punishment. Since you, as captain, are ultimately responsible for them and as such they are dismissed. I will speak to you alone."
Lyria, as observant as ever, see something in Aglovales' strict gaze. So she relaxes and places her hand over mouth to hide her smile.
Before you could say anything the girl had already grabbed the dragon and was already skipping towards the door.
"Thank you King Aglovale" she calls out pleasantly while keeping a struggling Vyrn in check.
"Shhh vyrn, it is alright" She whispers as she walks out the door. "He and Captain need some time alone that's all, I will explain on the way to the ship".
"Please close and lock it" Aglovale calls towards a servant standing at the entrance.
"I would very much like it open so I have a way to escape!" You call out and the servant gives you a deadpanned look.
"I only obey my King"
And with that the door is shut, the click of the lock sounding harsh in your ears.
You had very little time to consider the betrayal of your friends.
"Now captain."
You swallow and turn your gaze away from the door to Aglovale.
"Come closer and I will tell you exactly what your crime is"
You move closer to the man all while keeping your head high.
"I haven’t done anything wrong" you say with conviction.
"Maybe- but you have deceived me. Or perhaps I should say… you have been hiding something from me, have you not?"
You are staring down at the man before you. Yet he still had the upper hand and it annoyed you endlessly.
"I was curious as to why you were being so secretive… but to think you were hiding my own tribute from me."
Aglovale holds up the gift you were planning on giving him and finally stands up.
Drawing himself up to his full height, completely dwarfing you.
You open your mouth to retaliate, to say something, anything would do. But the King was faster, easily gaining the upper hand thanks to your confusion and draws you towards him before swiping your legs from underneath you.
Your back hits the carpeted floor before you could draw another breath. Aglovale hovering over you.
"How did you…?"
You utter out trying, really trying to keep your upstairs brain the main brain and not your downstairs brain.
How easy it would be for you to remove that ribbon holding his hair together and let it flow around you like a gold curtain.
Aglovale sees your hand twitch, the flush on your cheeks and smirks. You are just too precious.
"I managed to procure it while you were all distracted with hunting" He explains, voice just a low timber.
Easily holding himself up on one arm he tugs the ribbon of the box with his teeth before setting the box on the floor and opening it. Finally he is able to taste your work on this tongue.
His eyes never leave yours as he licks the remaining chocolate off his finger.
"You came to Wales in order to give this to me, correct?" Aglovale hums out pinning your form down with both of his arms on either side of you.
You could only nod and the monarch smirks. It is weird and endearing you went out of your way to spare your feelings from his reaction. His thoughts, actions and reactions already filled in by your imagination.
Did you honestly believe him to be such a man? That he would reject your efforts because their are of humble origins?
He would have to rectify that train of thought. Because are his dear captain.
"I figured out the punishment for you Captain."
The man above leans closer, so close you could feel the words that leave his lips.
"You will stay with me for the rest of the day."
You blink, in what world is that punishment? For either of you. You don't ponder the thoughts much longer as Aglovale finally covers your lips with his own.
Like always your mouth opens to greet his tongue with your own. You could taste the chocolate on his tongue and your fingers spring into action, finally ridding his hair of that pesky ribbon.
Finally the king had you pinned down, his body covering yours. His intention was to get you to admit to your deceit and give him his chocolates properly.
Yet this is fine.
Your body archers into his touch, completely enraptured by him and him alone.
This was even better.
Aglovale pulls away from your hungry mouth. A small whine leaves your lips and you tug on his golden hair with a pout.
The only light that illuminates the room are the stars and moon from outside. Making the man above you unfairly beautiful.
"I am not a man that would ever make light of your feelings my dear."