Role Reversal AU Part 3
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sigridharem“I see he’s awake.” Baldur stepped closer, holding out his hand for a bowl.
“You can serve yourself,” Sigrid snapped.
Sasha stared up at Baldur’s immense bulk. “Who are you?”
He laughed. “No one for you to be concerned about, little prince.”
Sigrid forced herself to continue eating as she was aware of Baldur stepping closer, reaching around her to grab a bowl and dunking it in the stew.
“There’s a ladle.”
“Picky for someone who thinks they’re too good to hand me a bowl of soup.” Baldur smirked.
“This soup’s too good to be eaten by you, but unfortunately I need you alive,” Sigrid retorted.
He laughed again, sitting on Sigrid’s other side, so she was between him and Sasha. “Speaking of men you need alive, is there any reason you haven’t restrained our little prince?”
Sasha, a carrot halfway to his mouth, froze.
“He has a twisted ankle, he can’t run,” Sigrid said shortly. “Besides, he has no idea where he is.”
“His ankle won’t be twisted forever. And as you said, he’s stupid.” Baldur leaned in far too close, his filthy breath on Sigrid’s ear. “So should I do it, or do you want to?”
Sigrid stood and marched over to the ropes they’d prepared.
“W-what? You’re not really going to…” Sasha’s voice faltered. “Wait!”
“His hands should be enough,” Sigrid said, turning back around.
“But I… but I have to…” Sasha squeezed his eyes shut. “Relieve myself…”
Sigrid paused, and Baldur burst out laughing again.
“To piss or to jerk off?” he leered.
Color flooded Sasha’s pale face. “The former, obviously!”
“Not so obvious as all that to me,” Baldur glanced at Sigrid, his eyes raking her over in a detestable way. “They say the whole royal family is depraved. Notorious for it, actually.”
“Well, like all people, sometimes our bladders fill up!” Sasha sounded angry, whether on his own behalf or that of their shared family tree, Sigrid couldn’t be sure. “So take me someplace private!”
Baldur grinned. “What makes you think we trust you enough to let you go in private?”
Sasha’s mouth hung open.
“Oh, for God’s sake, Baldur!” Sigrid said sharply, dropping the rope and sitting back down to resume eating. “Lead him over to some nearby tree and let him go. I certainly don’t want to watch.”
He glanced at her. “Don’t you?”
“Was I somehow unclear? No, I do not.” Sigrid scooped up a potato fragment with her spoon and ate it, looking straight into the fire to avoid his looks.
“Suit yourself…” She heard Baldur stand up, and heard the yelp of him dragging Sasha to his feet, followed by another yelp as he was forced to hobble away. “See you in oh, thirty minutes or so.”
Sigrid frowned. Why would it take that long to get out of my sight and piss?
At least she got to finish her stew in peace.
There were no clocks around, but after a while Sigrid began to think it really was taking too long. She walked up to the entrance of the cave, debating whether to head out and look for them.
And then she heard a scream.
Sigrid took off in an instant, out of the cave and into the forest.
“You can serve yourself,” Sigrid snapped.
Sasha stared up at Baldur’s immense bulk. “Who are you?”
He laughed. “No one for you to be concerned about, little prince.”
Sigrid forced herself to continue eating as she was aware of Baldur stepping closer, reaching around her to grab a bowl and dunking it in the stew.
“There’s a ladle.”
“Picky for someone who thinks they’re too good to hand me a bowl of soup.” Baldur smirked.
“This soup’s too good to be eaten by you, but unfortunately I need you alive,” Sigrid retorted.
He laughed again, sitting on Sigrid’s other side, so she was between him and Sasha. “Speaking of men you need alive, is there any reason you haven’t restrained our little prince?”
Sasha, a carrot halfway to his mouth, froze.
“He has a twisted ankle, he can’t run,” Sigrid said shortly. “Besides, he has no idea where he is.”
“His ankle won’t be twisted forever. And as you said, he’s stupid.” Baldur leaned in far too close, his filthy breath on Sigrid’s ear. “So should I do it, or do you want to?”
Sigrid stood and marched over to the ropes they’d prepared.
“W-what? You’re not really going to…” Sasha’s voice faltered. “Wait!”
“His hands should be enough,” Sigrid said, turning back around.
“But I… but I have to…” Sasha squeezed his eyes shut. “Relieve myself…”
Sigrid paused, and Baldur burst out laughing again.
“To piss or to jerk off?” he leered.
Color flooded Sasha’s pale face. “The former, obviously!”
“Not so obvious as all that to me,” Baldur glanced at Sigrid, his eyes raking her over in a detestable way. “They say the whole royal family is depraved. Notorious for it, actually.”
“Well, like all people, sometimes our bladders fill up!” Sasha sounded angry, whether on his own behalf or that of their shared family tree, Sigrid couldn’t be sure. “So take me someplace private!”
Baldur grinned. “What makes you think we trust you enough to let you go in private?”
Sasha’s mouth hung open.
“Oh, for God’s sake, Baldur!” Sigrid said sharply, dropping the rope and sitting back down to resume eating. “Lead him over to some nearby tree and let him go. I certainly don’t want to watch.”
He glanced at her. “Don’t you?”
“Was I somehow unclear? No, I do not.” Sigrid scooped up a potato fragment with her spoon and ate it, looking straight into the fire to avoid his looks.
“Suit yourself…” She heard Baldur stand up, and heard the yelp of him dragging Sasha to his feet, followed by another yelp as he was forced to hobble away. “See you in oh, thirty minutes or so.”
Sigrid frowned. Why would it take that long to get out of my sight and piss?
At least she got to finish her stew in peace.
There were no clocks around, but after a while Sigrid began to think it really was taking too long. She walked up to the entrance of the cave, debating whether to head out and look for them.
And then she heard a scream.
Sigrid took off in an instant, out of the cave and into the forest.
