Sigtryggr x Reader
Prompt: you call him pretty!💕
The early morning light warmed your cheeks, the brightness making you wince slightly as you awoke from your slumber. It was still early, too early to get out of bed and begin your day but it would be pointless to try and fall back to sleep now.
You turned over slowly, ensuring you did not wake your sleeping lover from beside you. You sat up slightly, looking over his peaceful face.
The man was gorgeous. His features soft and almost delicate looking as he laid asleep.
Your hand stretched out to trace at the large scar that adorned his face.
Even with the healed wound you still found him breathtaking to behold. Sigtryggr stirred at your touched before reciprocating it, lacing his fingers with yours and pulling you onto his chest.
“What are you doing my love?” His voice thick with sleep.
“I’m just looking,” you nuzzled into him.
“Why? Does my sleeping face offend you?” He teased before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Quite the opposite actually,” you sat up, still draped partially over him. “You’re very pretty when you sleep.” You said with a grin.
Sigtryggr opened his eyes, his eyebrow cocked as he sat up slightly. “Pretty?” He asked curious.
“Yes, pretty.” Your grin growing wider.
“Pretty? You mean to insult me my love?” His hand traced down your back.
“No dear, I just mean- with such long locks you truly are the prettiest boy in the village,” you teased playfully.
“Oh is that so?” Sigtryggr rolled you onto your back, placing himself between your thighs as his hands ran up to your ribs. “I should have your tongue for such an insult,” you laughed as he began to tickle you mercilessly.
“Do you yield?” He asked, continuing his attack.
“Y-yes! Sigtryggr please!” you begged through tears of laughter. Your lover stopped tickling you. Intertwining his fingers between yours before pinning them above your head. He lowered himself from above you until his lips met yours.
“Are you truly sorry for your insult my love?” He asked playfully.
“Yes my lord, I am so sorry. I would never want to offend my pretty boy,” you teased. Laughter erupting once more as he began to tickle you again.
Oh how you loved early mornings with your pretty boy.