Björn where innocence is burned in flames
His glacial eyes fall on the delicate features of her face, he admires the soft curve of her nose and the delicate lines of her cheekbones. He can feel her warmth against his smoky hide, and silently prays to Thor that this night would span on into eternity. Just her and him, sharing a single breath beneath the twinkling starlight. Her words draw him back to her. There are no words that can explain what your forgiveness means to me. He nods his thick head. It was as if he could feel the very weight of the world being lifted from her delicate shoulders. A weight that HE has helped her to drop from her load.
She forms his name upon her lips, so eagerly, almost as if she has waited an entire lifetime to do so. "It means bear." he says softly. His mother had always told him he would be the strongest, and the wisest. She was correct on one of those, most days he felt as if he would never achieve the latter. Every time he felt as if it all was falling into place, it began to unravel just as quickly.
He notices her face fall after he mentions the late Pony King, she tries her best to comfort him by tucking her delicate nose into his neck. For a moment his heart clenches as he thinks of his father. "Já, some days.." he says his voice fades. "I found my father shortly after leaving the Islands, he was a broken, bitter man. Not, the proud King I had once knew," his says bitterly. "I loved my father." he says finally. He pulls his thick head away from her, his glacial eyes focus on the dark shadows of the tree line. After Dögun had lost his mother, he had mentally broke, exposing how weak his sire was.
Björn loved his father but hates his weakness. He loathes that his father had never came for his mother and him. He had just sulked in the Inlet, and then disappeared into the waves. Björn had came across him a few years back, the bitterness and anger haunted Dögun, turning him into rambling vitleysa. With each passing week, his father had sank lower into his bitterness, letting it consume him.
His glacial eyes return to Lily. "I do miss him," he says finally with a heavy sigh. "But its better he's dead," he responds with pain hidden behind his glacial eyes.
Her shivers bring his full attention to Lily, he was unsure if it was from the cold or that beneath the surface she hides a horror that causes her to involuntarily shiver. Concern furrows his brow. But just he was about to ask if she was alright, her honey sweet voice quietly asks him if he believes in fate. "Yes, my tígrisdýr." he whispers her name in his native tongue before continuing. "The Norns weave all of our fates. They go by the names of Urðr, Verðandi and Skuld. Some the sisters are kind to, others they show malice to. I have seen it both ways," he pauses before asking her. "Do feel like the Norns have been kind to you?" he says quietly.
His smoky hide begins to vibrate as she speaks his native tongue once again, telling him that she was here. Her words were like the fountain of life for a dying soul. I am here and I do not wish to leave you, I need you. Show me how to find home. His heart quickens at her words. "You don't have to leave, ever," his voice becomes almost desperate as she presses her delicate head into his chest. He can not deny that he feels the urge to take her beneath him, to feel her warm skin pressed against his. He swallows hard. Her body was not his to take, she deserved better than such calloused act of molestation.
"Let me show you the way home," he whispers into her ears. Soon the night would give way to the day, in an explosion of blush pinks and bright oranges. He waits impatiently to finally look upon her beneath the suns warming rays.
Translation:
tígrisdýr: tigerlilly
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge
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