Grima Special:
In honor of my husbands gauntlet win, here's a special congratulations scenario💖💖💖
"Heh." Coming out on top was a natural thing for Grima, he doesn't lose. He's proven it a second time, and he intends to get his prize.
Fixing his coat, he ran a hand through his ruffled hair, he waited. Every time, no matter the battle, after he inevitably crushed his competition, they would run to him.
He didn't understand what these worms dubbed "Voting Gauntlets" but he couldn't care less, if a chance arose to display his power then he'd gladly take it. He was the supreme and he would make sure they knew it.
"Grima!", there it was.
Running towards him was his summoner, his worm. He watched them slow down upon getting closer, out of breath.
"Gri-", they caught their breath,"Grima!"
"Congralutions, you did awesome! As usual,huh? You big showoff,haha!"
Always, they always looked at him like he was their world. They looked so proud of him, why? Why be proud and happy about someone else's feats?
He didn't get it, but this creature was. This foolish creature that left themselves vulnerable to him, the Fell Dragon, was constantly showering him with praise and asking for nothing in return.
They were his.
He had already decided that.
Grima watched as you turned to pet his dragon form, scratching under its jaw, and laughing when it gave a screech of happiness. He watched as you cooed out praise and hugged its snout, completely unfearing of this massive dragon with the ability to crush you in seconds.
You were foolish and stupid, and he found that he was glad that you were. You foolishly accepted him, worried over him, cared about him and loved him.
You were stupid and foolish, and so was he for allowing himself to do the same.
Having enough of you giving attention to his other form, he pulled you away and smashed his lips onto yours. He heard his other form give a huff of air at the loss of affection.
He pulled away from your lips when you were out of breath and a stuttering mess, he picked you up in his arms despite your blushed filled protests, and looked towards his other form that hadn't moved from its position.
Grima saw a knowing twinkle in its eyes, it almost seemed to nod before it took off with a great gale in its stead, Grima heard an amused roar come from the sky as he turned away. It seemed his other form was well aware of his intentions.
Last gauntlet, he had won and earned his prize, he claimed you. He had made you his, he had gladly marked every inch of you.
Now he had won his second gauntlet, and he wanted his reward. You had better be prepared, falling in love foolishly with the Fell Dragon has its consequences.
As he carried you through the castle, many of the heroes gave their congrats (which were ignored by Grima) and a see ya! to the summoner. They knew.
They knew they would not be seeing the summoner for a couple days-
Crossing the threshold of your room, Grima tossed you on the bed, and with a smirk he gave a less than innocent laugh,
"I hope you're prepared to give me my reward, Summoner."
He gave another amused laugh as he climbed on the bed, a knee dipping into the sheets between your legs, hands beside your head, trapping you beneath him.
He leaned forward to whisper in your ear,
"..and..I hope you don't intend to be able to walk."
