otherlothbrok:

he had worked for years to gain the affection of Lagertha, he had failed
for years to gain even a kind glance from her. she had thought him not
as a great man — maybe not even a good one. yet today she sought him
out for comfort, to share her loneliness and her grief. it had never been
clear if he had really grown as a person or not. but today she has proven
to him that he has become a man at least good enough to deserve her
ever sought after affection. 

                                          ( it is the greatest feat he has ever accomplished )

                        your life should be full of laughter. i would give you one as such.

his voice was a solemn promise as well as a hopeful reach into what may
or may not be when the sun touches the sky once more. but those thoughts
were banished quickly. if he had only tonight he would focus on tonight. 
tonight needed to be perfect, he needed to pour all of his affection for 
Lagertha out until she is surrounded by the warmth and earnestness of it.
luckily it would not be hard, all of his pent up affection and attraction to
her could not be caged for long, it had slipped out before and finally he 
would allow it to come out in full force without fear of consequences. 

                                                        ( it would be no problem to let it all out
                                                          to shower this might woman in the amount
                                                          of love & warmth that she both deserves and
                                                          that he has to offer her ———————       )

the feel of her teeth, blunt and demanding against his bottom lip
had a growl sounding from deep in his throat, the sound deep like
and animal’s as his fingers clutches at the soft skin of her back with
a forcefulness he would usually not dare to use on her.

in a s w i f t motion he rolls them until his body overlaps her own,
until she is pinned beneath him and he can feel the unrelenting
heat of her against his front. his hands slide to cup her jaw, amazed
at how delicate she feels despite how tough as steel he knows her 
to be. meanwhile a daring hand slides down the curve of her side,
taking in the roundness of her hips and the shape of her thigh 
through her clothing.

                   he grips her hip in a vice, tugging her body against his until they
                   they are like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together. it is how it feels
                   to him, right and fulfilling. as if he has never truly been whole until 
                   he was allowed to feel the full length of her against him.

the entire time his lips are not idle. his tongue traces the fullness of her mouth
chases her teeth back into her mouth to explore there as well. to mark and claim
any part of her that he will allow him. the kiss grows more restless the longer she
allows it to go on. he maps her lips with tongue and teeth, nipping at her lips and
soothing the action over with his tongue.

his mouth wanders, to the curve of her swell of her cheek to plant affectionate kisses
there before they wander down to Lagertha’s delicate jaw.

                                      you are beautiful. exquisite.“ 

                           rollo’s voice is still a growl, deep and full of passion for the woman
                           beneath him who is allowing him to keep her there. his hands grow
                           more daring still, sliding back to grab at and squeeze her ass in one
                           large, calloused hand. his breathing stutters against her jaw at the 
                           full reality of being able to touch her & kiss her like this. the open-mouthed
                           kisses continue though, trailing down towards her neck. 


                        ———- this is everything he has ever wanted. he’s intoxicated by her. 
                                                         & he never wants this to end.

        though the needs had been of carnal origin, there was far
        more to this moment than Lagertha would care to acknowledge.
        if only she could inhibit the reeling of her thoughts, to allow her
        body to speak for her, to let this ephemeral freedom run its due
        course. excitement would jar muscles awake, to know warmth
        before returning to the frigid, besotted husband alone with
        nothing but herself to accompany her, to comfort her if events
        following her arrival would go awry.

                      paths that had once been forcibly parted, running parallel
                      to one another, had begun to converge in this very moment.
                      cognition falling further into the abyss of her latent hunger.
                      his promise did not go unheard, knowing the weight of his
                      words, remembering just how he had desired her since the
                      moment their gazes collided, her voice echoing his in their
                      battle cry amidst the shield wall. it had been fated, every
                      course plotted upon her birth, the strands woven by the Nσяηѕ
                      causing her to pray for a union with Ragnar. 

        & when she was to acknowledge his words, her svelte frame
        was shifted beneath him, air releasing from her lungs to form
        a string of muffled chuckles whilst her mouth was claimed wholly.
        Rollo’s touch caused a heat to linger upon the surface of skin,
        enlivened, her leg bending, lifting to rest at his hip, positioned
        to ensnare him further as he does the same. hips rocked forward
        with ease, nails poised as talons to heighten every sensation raked
        down his prominent tricep of the limb that captured her hip eliciting
        a dulcet gasp.

                                                                         ( the warrior’s fervent passion was the
                                                                           expression of the torment Lagertha
                                                                           unknowingly had cursed him with.
                                                                           was it witless to assume that he would
                                                                           find another & his ardent affections
                                                                           would dwindle? )

        gates had been obliterated to release a flood, one that the
        shieldmaiden was willing to drown in, to drag her below the
        surface to never emerge again as reality grew to be irrelevant
        with every press of his lips to her heated flesh. though teeth
        caught her bottom lip, a mewl escaped to goad him further,
        waiting for her own moment to pounce, letting him revel in
        what dominance he had. all the while happiness was present,
        ignorance growing truly blissful whilst fingertips traced his the
        length of his spine, light, feathery touches aiming to tease,
        coupling with another roll of her lower half to collide with his. 

                                                       ❝ —- just as you imagined ? ❞

                                                                               it was all she could manage before
                                                                               being led below the surface once more.
                                                                               she was his just for this night.

©DH