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Context: You and your sisters-in-arms were once engaged to a Warlord Chieftain and his twenty sons. Needless to say, they were not kind, and their atrocities were an open secret within the clan. The night before the weddings, you took a stand. You whipped your sisters into a frenzy and fought back, escaping into the mountains after immense bloodshed. It did not take long before "Prince" Njall approached to make a deal in good faith. Before he went, he warned you of a pirate lord: Captain Stormhart, a man you met as he escaped from his father with women that had been taken to be sold. The Captain is now resting in your home, completely at your mercy. He doesn't seem to mind that much.

Setting: A Norse-inspired mountain village

Tags: [M4F][Strangers to Friends][Orc Speaker][Human Listener][Shy][Awkward][Vikings][Valkyries][Treating Wounds][Reverse Comfort]["Flirting"][Mild Lore Drops][CW: Mentions of Human Trafficking/Abuse]

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[Scene opens in your home, early in the morning, before the sun is even up]

[SFX: Early morning ambiance followed by a solid thud]

[You shoot up in bed at the sound of a heavy thud and hear Oryk groaning. The moment you open your bedroom door, you see him lying on his stomach on the ground. He looks up at you sheepishly]

“I, uh… good morning!”

[Pause???]

“No, no, I’m fine! I, uh… I’m… practicing my… seduction pose?”

[He does his best to look seductive but just ends up looking like a man in a lot of pain with waggling eyebrows]

[Pause…]

“...OK, in my defense, I know I’m an idiot and I didn’t want to wake you sneaking out to get some healing herbs.”

[Pause?]

“Am I injured? I, uh…”

[...]

“Yes, I know I told you I was fine last night, but-”.

[Pause]

[For a moment, he looks offended]

“I am NOT trying to punish myself for having a hand in my father’s crimes! Do you honestly think lying here, dying from an infection is anywhere close to enough to make amends for that?!”

[Pause]

“And now she’s running me a bath, gods damn it all. Veil, please, I appreciate your kindness, but I can’t even stand-hmf!”

[You heft him up over your shoulder and get him in the tub, getting the water heated while he sits in bewilderment]

“I… haven’t met someone that could sling me over their shoulder in some time. Truth be told, I have no idea what exactly I’m feeling but it makes me want to… giggle?”

[Pause]

“Oh, have you noticed I’m a bit shy? Your observation skills are a thing of legend.”

[Pause]

“W-What, no, I wasn’t sassing you! I don’t…think I was, anyway…? Gods, I’m so bad at this. Mhh… the warm water feels nice, though, thank you.”

[Pause]

“The infection? Mhh, it’s around my shoulder blades, I think. That’s where the poisoned dagger went, anyway. If you want a real taste of how dumb I can be, just know that that dagger was in there for half a day until I finally reached back there to itch at it. Orc skin is tough but it was still embarrassing knowing I was walking around the market with a knife in my back and no one had the courtesy to tell me.”

[Despite yourself, you snort at the notion as you get out your medical supplies]

[SFX: The rustling of said supplies]

“Aye, I’m holding still…”

[He watches you carefully as you treat his wounds, eyes darting away every time you catch him]

“I, ahm… You uh… You fight good.”

[Pause]

“Where did you learn, if I may ask?”

[Pause]

“Your great-grandmother? Huh. Was she famous for her skills? If she fought as well as you do now, surely she was known?”

[Pause]

“The… The Maiden of Embers? Oh shit.”

[Pause?]

[He sputters, clearing his throat]

“I-I, uh, sorry. Definitely know that name, yep. That’s an important name. Ugh, my apologies for being so bad at this… My father was never much of an influence when it came to treating women kindly, and I always knew he was wrong but had no way of fighting back without risking them. But… of course, they didn’t trust me, either. Why would they? I was helping ruin their lives…”

[You rest a hand on his shoulder and he flinches]

“Ah-! Oh. Oh, you’re just touching my shoulder. G-Good, I, uh. I don’t want to have to fight you naked and wet in the cold to defend my honor.”

[Pause]

[He laughs a bit]

“I can try, huh? Hehe, fair enough. You remind me of the female members of my clan a bit. If their husbands or wives acted out of line, they just grab them by the ankle and swing them about until they apologize. All in good fun, I assure you, but the matriarchs won’t take any shit.”

[Pause?]

“Will I head back to them once I’m rested? I… can’t. My father was the Chieftain, and disobeying him meant death, no matter the circumstances. The clan, unfortunately, made a lot of coin off of the trading of people, so I’m doubly banished, or dead twice over. I don’t even have my ship. Father made sure my own damned crew turned on me.”

[Pause]

[Again, he laughs, then groans as you apply some salve]

“Gah, fuck, that stings… And, hehe, yes, my father was definitely an asshole. Did you, ah… throw him to the gulls or…?”

[Pause]

“A proper burial? Even for him? Gods above, maybe you aren’t Valkyries, then. A Valkyrie would have stabbed more holes in him than a rookie knight does on a training dummy. Mhh… I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can get some mercenaries to help me get my ship back, if… if you don’t mind hosting me for a bit longer. I’ll handle chores! I don’t mind.”

[Pause]

“Where is my ship? Docked in Neferen, why?”

[Pause]

“What?! No, you and your sisters shouldn’t accompany me! I don’t… I don’t want any more blood on my hands!”

[Pause]

“...I guess that’s true. They may very well just keep stealing people to sell with my ship, and amassing mercenaries is going to take some time… But it’s a big ship with a big crew and a lot of weaponry. I don’t think however many sisters you can spare will be enough.”

[...]

“You know of someone that might be able to help? Who?”

[Pause]

[Oryk’s nose wrinkles and he lets out a huff]

“Prince Njall, hmph… Death might be preferable.”

[Pause]

“...Yes ma’am. Please don’t glare at me like that again, ma’am. He’ll be here to trade within the week, you say? Mmh… Very well. I suppose we will just have to see if he’s feeling forgiving or not.”

[Pause]

“What do I mean? I, ah… I’d prefer not to speak on it now. Just know that there is a very high chance that I might punch him in the face. And he’ll probably punch me. We’ll fight it out, have some ale, and be fine. Hopefully.”

[Pause]

“...thank you for offering to help, Veil. Maybe, for once, I’ll actually be able to help someone.”

[To be continued]

Note: Oryk is the living embodiment of the “Flert” meme and I love him for it <3