Possessive Bjorn Part Two
“Not everyone looks at me the same way you do Bjorn,” you said an edge of hysteria bleeding into your voice.
His voice was flat and resolute. You shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose to ward off a headache. He was relentless with this and you didn’t know how to reach him.
Tonight you had stumbled upon him in the shadows of Kattegat.
Hoisting Finnr by his neck off the floor; his toes frantically scrambling to touch the ground as Bjorn threatened him through gritted teeth, “Y/N is mine! If you try to “impress” her like that again? I will drown you. I will hold your head underwater until you have no air left to make such advances ever again.”
Bjorn’s rage had consumed him to the point where he wasn’t just seeing red- he was seeing black. Speaking with such tight venom, little bits of spit landed on Finnr’s terrified blanched face as he struggled in his grasp. That is, until you stumbled upon them, calling Bjorn’s name out so he turned in panic to see you witnessing him. Something he had been careful to ensure had never happened before. Not that you knew that.
You were just relieved you had come along when you did or you feared Finnr’s spine was about to break in two from the strain.
What had become of your Bjorn? You promised him you loved only him. Explained that Finnr had just been telling you about his experiences in England earlier that night, nothing more! Reassured him that you loved him and were not going anywhere. That you didn’t care about his past, only who he was now. Yet still, he scared you tonight. It was like he didn’t have any remorse for what he had done. He still felt valiantly justified.
“My beloved. Please hear me when I say this. I do not want anyone else. Nobody else but you wants me either,” you reached your hand onto his arm feeling his muscles under the cloth and squeezed comfortingly in a way that usually soothed him.
His blue eyes looked at you in utter disbelief. “How can you say that?”
“Because Bjorn! Different people like different body types… different personalities… some people are already committed and have eyes for nobody else than their own lover… some want no lover at all… I could never appeal to everyone even if I wanted to -which I don’t! Some people will actually hate everything that I am, can’t you see that? I will be the opposite of everything that some people want.”
He swiftly pressed his strong body into yours so abruptly you bumped into the wall, “Impossible.”
You smiled at that despite yourself. But when you spoke your voice was soft, almost apologetic. “I am far from perfect Bjorn. I carry scars from what has happened to me… Insecurities. My body is -“
“Stop.” He commanded pressing himself even tighter to you so you felt overwhelmed by his power. Pinning you tight to the wall with his hips.
You obeyed, lost in the tenderness of his eyes.
“It is as if, like Odin, you lost an eye.” He mused head tilted in curiosity as if discovering something new. “But unlike Odin you gained no knowledge in return. You are blind when it comes to yourself.” As if a fever had overtaken him he yanked his shirt over his head revealing his sculpted broad chest, “-But luckily for both of us I can see clearly.” He snapped his hand to reach around the back of your neck kissing the soft flesh under your ear. A small gasp and moan escaped your lips as he did, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
At the sound he growled, spreading your legs with his knee, his hands tearing to lift your dress up your thighs.
“Bjorn,” you scolded half heartedly.
“You belong to me! Let me take what is mine,” his voice rumbled as he dropped his trousers down his tree trunk thighs.
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