Warnings: The moodboard is based on a professional murdered Halfdan, so you know, adult themes 18 +. Dark!Halfdan is my kink and he and my OC get dark here. Other themes: stalking, violence (mentioned not detailed), gun kink/ play
Halfdan watched as she lifted the martini glass to her lips. The stupid fool, he thought, thinking she was actually interested in him. Halfdan had to admit, something was exciting about watching her work; like a black widow catching her prey. Her ability to shapeshift, to become another person with a wig and contacts was uncanny. No wonder she was a Spade.
It was exciting, hiding in the dark. However, he did have to make a point, to repay her for her little stunt two weeks ago. What better time to come out of hiding than now? It wasn’t too hard to find what she was working on, just like her, he was good at finding things.
Nikki was teasingly lingering the cherry against her lips now, laughing at the man's joke. The dumbass likely told her everything she wanted to know, all before she finished her first drink. Now, she was just playing with him, the way a cat bats around a mouse.
Halfdan wondered if she felt him, as he shadowed her the last few days. Or, was the infamous Queen of Spades unaware of his close proximity to her in the shadows?
Almost consumed by his thoughts and the tightening of his pants, Halfdan felt relieved as Nikki finally ate the fucking cherry. The way she danced it across her lips for what seemed like an eternity was driving him mad. Nikki then excused herself, heading to the ladies' room. That's when Halfdan made his move, slipping in behind her and locking the door.
“What are you doing here?”
Without a word, Halfdan pulled her left hand into his, dropping a gaudy silver ring into her palm. Nikki recognized it immediately; her lips parting slightly as she examined it closely.
“How did you-”
“I told you,” his voice a chilling whisper, “you don’t want to owe me.”
Nikki was both furious and turned on. The ring belonged to Nicholi Weston, head of the JVS. A bunch of men who got off on thinking they were some elite secret society, but in reality, they were just a bunch of assholes with too much money and power.
Nikki asked for this job specifically; she wanted to kill him herself, to make it long and slow and agonizing. Word on if she got the job or not was to come that morning; she was sure she had it. Now, the guy's secret club ring rested in her palm; Halfdan the Black got to him first.
“You can either enjoy your date, keep selling a night that poor bastard won't ever get. Or, if you leave,” he looked at his watch, “in 10 minutes you’ll catch our friend before he bleeds out. Buy yourself a few minutes to make it hurt.”
“I left your guy alive.”
“Barley, 9 minutes.”
Nikki bit her lower lip, thinking her options over.
“You’re wasting time, killer.”
Nikki made her decision, the information could wait, “Where is he?”
Halfdan seemed pleased, reaching into his pocket and slipping a folded paper in her hand. The texture of his fine leather gloves touching her skin. The contact caused the slightest reaction in her eyes, one he took note of, “Good girl.”
...
The smell of fire filled the air long before she reached the destination. Halfdan had made quite the mess. Weston's car ablaze in the middle of the dark road at the back of town; the part of town no one with any sense came to.
“Fuck.” Anger surged through her, this was her kill, she wanted this. Hearing a branch crack behind her she whipped around, her left hand retrieving her gun with ease as she turned to her target. A smug grin and cold blue eyes meeting her gaze,
“Too late.”
“You said he was alive.”
“I did,” he chuckled and she pressed the barrel of the gun to his chest, “What are you going to do, shoot me?”
Nikki sighed and started to pull away. Halfdan calmly gripped her hand over the gun, holding it in place.
“Think you have what it takes? I'll admit, you’re not bad, for a woman.”
“You’re going to wish you never said that.”
“What?” his eyes dropped to her neck, “you’re going to prove me wrong?”
“What do you think?”
“You don’t want to know what I think,” Halfdan steps closer, with his right hand he gently caresses her face, the leather cold against her skin. As their eyes lock something deep, primal, and dark stirs between them both.
Normally, anyone close enough to hold a gun to him would be dead. He was letting her do that, just like he let her walk out of the room that day. Nikki was getting away with murder and he was allowing it. In fact, she was serving to be more of a distraction than he liked, and he couldn't have that, not for long at least.
Before Nikki could think of a response, Halfdan overpowers her. Seconds before she was in control, now, she was pressed against the tree, the gun barrel under her chin as his free hand cradled the side of her head. She could get out of this, she thought, but the perverse truth was, she didn't want to; Nikki wanted to see where it would go.
A smile lingered on Halfdan's lips as he took her in with his eyes. He liked how much shorter she was without the heels, the way she had to strain her neck to look up at him.
Every so often her full lips would quiver, like words hanging on the tip of her tongue would slip out any minute. Instead, she was silent, as was he, the fire raging in the background.
Halfdan’s free hand moved from her face to her jacket collar. Lingering there a moment, before taking the small sapphire pendant she wore between his gloved fingers. His eyes cast down on the gem as he spoke, “This is just dinner. You’ll love the desert.”
Fuck, she thought, the throbbing between her legs was becoming unbearable. The gun, his body heat on hers, and his growing erection pressing into her was becoming too much. Nikki was feral for him; the almost full moon intensifying the mood as they stood obscured by the trees of the dense woods.
Lifting her left hand, Nikki ran her nails across his hand as he released the pendant, making sure to press into the thick gloves. The sensation sent waves through Halfdans' body and caused a low moan to dance off his lips. Halfdan was fighting every urge in him to take her right here. To fuck her hard and fast while his handy work burned in the distance. It would be epic, he thought. Of all his sexual adventures, he’d never done that before.
Halfdan slid the gun down. Slowly moving, traveling the length of her neck, down her exposed chest, and over the curve of her breasts; Nikki lifted her left leg and brushed against his ever-growing erection with her knee. The look in his eyes was unlike any she had ever seen. Plenty of men lusted after her, but this wasn't that look. This was something else; something darker, older, animal in the most primal way.
Halfdan leans in closer, he reholsters her gun and inhales her scent, his nose barely touching the skin of her neck. For how weird all of this was, Nikki couldn't remember being more turned on than she was here, in this very moment, pinned against a tree by the famous Halfdan the Black.
Just as he raised his head, sirens blared in the distance. Halfdan stepped back, “It would be a real disappointment if you got caught. I’m looking forward to our next meeting.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there.” Sharing a knowing smile, they both walk backward a few steps, soaking the other in one last time, before turning in opposite directions and leaving the woods.
Nikki couldn't sleep that night, like a ghost Halfdan haunted her. The only relief coming when she took the pressure off with her favorite vibrator; only then did sleep come.
The next morning, news of Weston's murder reached her employers. When she came into the local office to see the crime scene photos, she nearly burst into laughter. It was now clear what Haldfan meant by the desert.
The Weston bastard got it good. Halfdan didn't just burn him alive, he mutilated him first, in ways Nikki dreamed of. Sure, she was a little bitter he took this from her, but what better payback than to take another kill from him, this time she would finish the job.
Satisfied at last, he inspected the sword before sliding it back into its sheath with a flourish. You had spent the better part of a half hour cleaning the sword of blood with your tongue, and your neck ached from craning it forward. The taste of iron and salt was strong on your tongue, gagging you, but Halfdan was pleased.
He grinned as you rubbed the back of your neck and he dropped gracefully to the ground. His arms wrapped around your waist,settling you between his muscular thighs, and his strong hands set to their work on your neck and shoulders. “I think I have the cleanest sword in the whole army thanks to you, little one. Such hard work should be rewarded.”
