I've been nothing but myself these past couple of years. The caring person I am and it's never good enough. I've taken the leap of faith to open up to people only to be treated like some dog in their DMs. Just left patiently waiting for a reply that never comes. I'm not a self proclaimed good guy. I think actions should speak louder than words on that matter but I'm really trying to stop my heart from turning cold.
I care too much. I've been caring too much for years. You ask for a vulnerable guy. Someone who is straight up with you. Their interested and only have eyes for you. They'd give you the world if you asked for it....and yet somehow that's not good enough.
I just don't know if I have it in me anymore to carry this charade on. I'm losing faith in everything around me. And I'm man enough to admit I'm lonely. Waking up alone is getting old. But getting hurt by the ones you want to wake up to is getting even older....
The mornings were always the same, Bjorn wakes up and takes a shower. I get up and make a pot of coffee. Bjorn gets out of the shower and immediately starts complaining because I did not pour him a cup. So then I do and I complain because he insists on using half of my Vegan creamer. This in turn sparks the argument of “A Womans Place”. Its an argument that we have so frequently that it has its own name. After a heated argument and fantastic makeup sex we part ways for the day or for the week when Bjorn has business trips or business back home. He was still a prince back in Kattegat and often things required his attention. The worst fights were the ones where neither one of us would apologize and he would leave slamming the door behind him. I would cry in silence or scream and break something.
I was raised in an all woman tribe, we bred with men from the neighboring tribes and then sent them on their way. If my mothers found out how much of my self I had given over to Bjorn they’d be ashamed for sure. Our two people knew each other and his mother and my own actually spent a short time as lovers before we got together. I knew it was a mistake to fall in love with a Viking man. They were prone to infidelity and wife sharing, both were things I despised. It was too late for regrets and I knew that no other man could handle my temper. I needed to spend some time back in my home so that I could regroup and get a better hold on my emotions. One thing that Bjorn was fiercely amendment about was that I always shared my thoughts with him, but how can you find comfort in confessing anything to someone who never has anything kind to say back?
The door to my office opened and my secretary came bounding in. “Guess who’s on the phone?”
“Again, What does he want?” I griped removing my glasses from my face.
“He’s on line three.” She said before wiggling her tongue between index finger and her middle one. Everyone in my office though Bjorn was attractive and made no point in hiding their sexual innuendos every time he called.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself, he never called at work unless he was looking for a fight.
“baby, are you there?” He said his voice was laden with exhaustion and he sounded awful as he coughed.
“Yes Bjorn, what is it?” I asked in an even voice.
“I am not feeling well. I have come home from work.” He coughed again.
“Okay, what do you want me to do about it?” I snapped. I did not know why the idea of him being sick irritated me in such a way but it did. Probably because he was surely about to request that I come home and I would be trapped at his beck and call until he felt well again.
“Why are you always so unkind?” He sighed.
“Why are you always so ungrateful?” I took another breath.
“I know I can be unbearable but it is only because I love you and am wanting you here with me.” He whined.
“ Ahh Bjorn, what am I going to do with you?” I smirked.
“I can think of several things you can do with me Silvee” He said smoothly.
“You are sick and nothing more Mr. Lothbrok.” I bit the edge of my pen.
“Come home to me.” He said and hung up.
I rolled my eyes and proceeded to pack up my things. When I got home the house was quiet and there was no sign of Bjorn. I set down my bags and my heels clicked over the wood floors as I walked to the bedroom.
Shrugging I kicked off my heels and stepped into the closet to change. The creaking sound of the floor behind me caused me to whip around fast.
“Bjorn!” I scolded him angrily. “Why are you sneaking around, you’re supposed to be sick in bed!”
He did not answer me but instead rushed upon me and pushed me deeper into the closet and closed the door. I meant to protest but he snatched me up roughly and whipped me around so that my back was flush against his torso. His large and rough hand went around my mouth and the sound of voices reached my ears.
“Honey are you okay? The door was open!” The sound of my sweet landlord came from the opposite side of the door.
“Call out to her and tell her you are fine.” Bjorn said while kissing my neck.
“Everything is alright! I must have been in a hurry and forgot to close it!” I called.
Bjorn was making short work of my skirt and panties. “ Now tell her you’ll stop by tomorrow for coffee.” He pushed his hard cock deep into me without warning and if he hadn't been holding on to me tightly I’m sure I would have fallen.
“I said tell her Silvee.” He breathed and yanked my head back.
“You can go, I’ll stop by for coffee tomorrow! T-thanks for st-.. st-oping by.” My words came out in a jumble and I wanted to smack Bjorn.
“Are you sure dear?” She called back.
“Ye-yeaah.. yeah- Ye-yeah.” I couldn’t help myself, he was pounding into me fiercely.
“UH, Okay dear. Goodnight.” Her foot steps retreated and I could hear the front door slam closed. Bjorn’s hips went into overdrive and my legs were growing weaker. It didn’t take long for both of us to come undone with Bjorns rough and fast pace. He held me as I shook in his arms and grunted deeply as he pulled himself out.
“Y-You called me home for that all along didn’t you?” I said gasping.
“I did not hear you complaining.” He smirked and then opened the closet door. The two of us tumbled out and onto the floor.
“We have problems you know?” I sighed rolling onto the floor next to him.
“Yes, but only the good kind.” His chest rose and fell heavily as though he had just went for a run.
Fun fact: Vee has an alt ship with Silver named SleepyToons
it will never in a million years be canon cause Vee is too much of a loser for a gorgeous princess like Silver but in canon Vee does have a one sided crush on her
Also I hc Silver as she/he bigender if that’s anything uh :3
