Bjorn (M) (Vinland Saga) x Crushing Reader (M/F/N)
Sus level: Mostly fluff , one vague suggestion
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You rub your eyes roughly, staring at the ceiling of the tent, unable to sleep. You had been tossing and turning relentlessly, your mind heavy with unwanted thoughts and feelings. You were stressed, thinking about what the future holds. You, along with Askeladd's army would be marching out tomorrow morning, beginning another long journey. There would be more fights, more unnecessary deaths, and on top of that, you had to worry about your friends. Well, you had a hard time admitting to yourself, but there was one you worried about the most. The one you dreamed about most nights, your subconscious screaming at you to do something about your feelings. The one you stared at longingly each day, needing to pry your eyes away each time you realized. You didn't think he was one for love. A Viking that takes joy in killing, with a hard exterior. A Viking you could barely say the name of, yet he dominated your consciousness, he was all you could think about. All that mattered to you. Nevertheless, you had no doubts that he just saw you as another teammate, and to confess would surely be the end of your respected status in the group.
You sat up quickly, cutting your thoughts off. It was not time to think on this. What you needed was to push those thoughts down as deep as they could go, and never let them resurface. Feeling them creep back up, a blush rose to your cheeks. How embarrassing was it to be fantasizing about something so taboo.
You threw the covers off of yourself, leaving the tent. The smell of fresh cooked pork hit your nostrils, a scent previously drowned out by the crashing waves of deep suppressed thought. Your mouth watered now, your eyes darted quickly to the source. Hovering above the fire was the man you had grown to fear, not due to his bloodthirsty nature, but due to the unrelenting torment he had on your mind. Your mind raced, how can I get out of this? Surely he had seen you, and to go back in your tent as soon as you had left it would be quite suspicious. You sucked it up. You were going to do as you planned, take a walk to clear your head. You were a warrior after all, feelings are something to be ignored.
Just as you started to take cautious steps, Bjorn's eyes drifted to yours. You felt the tension explode, you hoped to God he couldn't see it on your face.
"Hungry?" Bjorn questioned, eyeing you questioningly for your stillness. He must have assumed you were staring at the food.
"Y-yeah. I could smell it from in the tent." You fumbled.
"Come, I'll share." He smiled warmly. A look you were not accustomed to seeing, "just don't let the others know." You blush, hoping it would come across as exposure to the cold. Taking cautious steps to Bjorn, while trying to play it cool, your mind raced. Was there a way to get out of this? Did you want to get out of this?
You sat down on one of the rocks around the fire. You dared to look over at Bjorn, he was focused solely on the meat on the end of his stick. He was surprisingly careful with how he was roasting it.
You looked around awkwardly, unsure of what to say. It was crazy how out on the battlefield, you could kill without mercy, you could fight until your bones ached, and you could continue until you were no longer able. You could look unflinchingly into the eyes of the enemy, even in their last breath. Yet, when faced with a love interest, you crumbled. You could barely look at the man. He had just removed his coat, unbuttoning his undershirt to mid-chest. The heat of the fire must have been overwhelming him. You avoided looking to the best of your abilities, but every now and then you caught your eyes drifting.
He nor you made any effort to bring up conversation. You knew Bjorn was a quiet man, and frankly, you had no idea how to talk to him. You waited anxiously for the food to be done, so you could escape the situation. As if sensing your thoughts, he pulls the meat away from the fire, examining it carefully.
"Done." He says, setting it aside to cool. He proceeds to scan the forest around, silent. You were still wrapped in your coat, cold despite the roaring fire. Admittingly, Bjorn was closer to the fire than you were. "Cold?" Bjorn asks, seeing you grip your jacket. That action was more nerves than cold.
"Yeah." You said shortly, not sure what to say from there. Bjorn hummed in response, his gaze lingering a little too long on you. You had never noticed him look at you for that long. Of course, this made a blush spread like wildfire on your pale cheeks. Something only a fool wouldn't notice. And you knew that Bjorn was no fool. You noticed a flicker in his gaze. What that flicker was, you were unsure.
"I thought you were cold." Bjorn teased. Since when did that man tease? You wondered, the blush only raising.
"I am." You responded, unable to come up with a witty response.
"Really?" he asked accusingly, leaning in ever so slightly. You backed away, giving him a concerned look. "I've never seen the cold do that to a person." Bjorn noted, smiling. His expression changed suddenly, looking you up and down subtly. He reached for the meat, tearing off a piece for you. "Here." he said, his expression unreadable.
"Thank you." You reply, nibbling at the meat.
"If you need another coat, I don't need mine." Bjorn admitted, picking his up from on of the other seats and putting it around your shoulders. His hands in such close proximity sent your brain into a scramble. You blushed like crazy, trying to focus on eating the food he had given you.
"Thank you" you forced out, still nibbling away.
"Your face is still red, are you feeling well?" Bjorn asks. He had to know, didn’t he? He was just being nice.
"I'm okay. I just need sleep."
“What’s keeping you up?” Bjorn asked, staring at the fire while he ate.
“I don’t know, it’s too cold in there. Nights like this make me nervous.” You admit, unable to look at Bjorn.
"Would it help if you weren't alone?" Bjorn asks.
"Um, I think I'll be ok." You stumble.
“Just because, I find it easier to sleep when someone is near.” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck. Bjorn- nervous? Since when? But maybe he thought the same of you. You wondered what other secrets he had buried beneath his cold exterior.
"I'll accompany you just incase." Bjorn insists, genuinely concerned for your health. “No sleep tonight makes the battle tomorrow much harder.” You hadn't taken Bjorn for a worrier. You nodded in response, still avoiding his gaze. How could you deny such an offer?
You both had finished up your meat and you began making your way to the tent, Bjorn following closely behind. Your face was flushed, your mind riddled with depraved thoughts. You sunk into bed, Bjorn's jacket still wrapped around you. Bjorn laid on the ground beside you. You noticed him start to shiver subtly. The drastic change in temperature must have been more than he expected.
"Do you want your coat back?" You ask, concerned for his wellbeing.
"No, it's ok." Bjorn said, holding back from shivering visibly.
"Do you want to share?" you ask innocently. Where that came from, you had no idea. You couldn't just watch him suffer on the cold ground. Bjorn glanced indecisively to you and back to the ceiling. With no audible response, he rose up to join you under the covers. You couldn't help but look away, your mind racing with scenarios. This means nothing, you told yourself. Just two platonic Vikings sharing warmth. That's all. Your body was as stiff as a board, trying your hardest not to give any signals whatsoever. Though this is what you had been craving., and part of you wanted progression. A large part. Bjorn shifted in the bed, grazing your side. Being this close to him made you realize how large the man was. You flinched. You wondered if he had noticed.
After a while, Bjorn had fallen asleep. The snoring let you know that fact. You had finally relaxed when out of no where his hand loomed over you, reaching for your waist. You flinched as it snaked around you, pulling you in. Your back was pressed to his front now as he gripped you firmly. He was incredibly warm. Were you supposed to let it happen? Should you wake him up? You froze, the warmth was too comfortable. It wasn't as if it was your choice anyways. You exhaled, releasing the built up tension and relaxing in his grasp. This had been a big fantasy your mind had been suppressing. Your dreams were quite literally becoming reality. You hadn't seen this coming- not in a lifetime.
Did he feel how you did? Would this progress further? Or would he wake up, realize, and pull away. You prayed it would continue. That it was no mistake. And that he had feelings for you too.
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Ok well that’s enough for this post. Maybe there will be a part 2 or maybe I’ll make another prompt. Follow for more to come!
