Role Reversal AU Part 4
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sigridharemAnother scream rang out, louder, and she ran towards it, fury building deep inside her.
There, there, faintly in the distance, there were two figures struggling with each other, a slight one and a muscular one.
“Baldur!”
Sasha was on his knees with his trousers around his ankles and Baldur’s hand in his hair, struggling valiantly even as Baldur glanced at Sigrid as casually as he had when they were simply eating around the fire, for all that she could see his damned erection.
When he caught sight of Sigrid, Sasha scrambled to pull up his pants, shaking like a leaf all the while.
“I said take him somewhere private so he can piss, not rape him,” Sigrid said coldly.
“And that’s why you’re no fun.” Baldur smiled. “Care to take his place?”
Ice flooded Sigrid’s veins. “Put your cock away and give him to me.”
For a moment, she thought he wouldn’t listen. Would throw them both in the dirt just because he could.
And then Baldur sighed, wrenching up Sasha by one arm and throwing him at Sigrid, so Sasha very nearly knocked her over.
“Have it your way. I’ll go make up the bedrolls.”
The moment he was out of sight, Sasha burst into tears, his face pushed against Sigrid’s stomach and his arms wrapped around her torso.
Sigrid exhaled, patting his head awkwardly. “Get up.”
“C-can’t…” he sobbed. “My ankle… hurts too much…”
“Then hop on one foot.”
Slowly, Sasha pulled his face back and looked up at her. Dirt, snot and tears stained his face, and yet he was still a sight in the moonlight.
“Why did you save me?”
Sigrid shrugged. “You’re my hostage, not his toy. And I don’t like rape.” She held out her hand. “I’ll help you get your weight on your good foot.”
He gripped her hand tightly, but eventually she had to give him her shoulder as well, half dragging him upright.
It was a slow hobble back to the cave, Sasha still sniffling.
She had to break the silence, so she said the first unrelated thing she could think of. “How is Charlotte?”
Another sniffle. “I… I haven’t seen her in a few weeks…”
“I haven’t seen her in a few years.”
“W-well…” His hesitation infuriated Sigrid, but she had to remind herself he had no way of comprehending how important this was to her. “She’s… shy, unless you know her. Quiet most of the time. She doesn’t smile very often.”
Sigrid’s heart sank.
“She did smile when I gave her a present for her last birthday,” Sasha offered. “It was a little golden ship with oarsmen that really rowed.”
“She always did love stupid baubles…” Sigrid muttered, more to herself than to Sasha. “But thank you. For making my sister smile.”
Sasha looked surprised. “You’re welcome.”
They could see the outline of the cave entrance when Sasha blurted out, “Father suggested Charlotte and I get married.”
Sigrid stopped short, nearly making Sasha trip. “What?”
“Neither of us want to,” Sasha said quickly. “We’re not… we don’t look at each other that way.”
“I see.” That was not what concerned her. “Who is Charlotte’s guardian?”
“Lord Gothenberg. He has four children of his own, but I’ve only met the younger son and daughter.” Sasha frowned. “I suppose he and Father must have agreed, but Charlotte thought Gothenberg might have taken her in thinking she would make a fair bride for his eldest…”
Thus setting up Gothenberg’s line to take power back from Sasha. Now this marriage plot makes sense. “And I suppose you hoped to marry for love.”
“You don’t need to mock me,” Sasha snapped.
Sigrid smiled sarcastically. “Why, has your captor hurt your feelings? Or are you beginning to realize how trivial your concerns have been up to today?”
He looked as though he wanted to retort, but kept his mouth shut in a pout as she helped him hobble into the cave.
Baldur smirked at Sigrid as she brought Sasha down the steps. “Be careful, my lady. The little prince might twist his other ankle to keep you close.”
“Shut up, Baldur.” She maneuvered Sasha to the bedroll furthest into the cave, helping him sit down on it. “Bring me the ropes.”
There, there, faintly in the distance, there were two figures struggling with each other, a slight one and a muscular one.
“Baldur!”
Sasha was on his knees with his trousers around his ankles and Baldur’s hand in his hair, struggling valiantly even as Baldur glanced at Sigrid as casually as he had when they were simply eating around the fire, for all that she could see his damned erection.
When he caught sight of Sigrid, Sasha scrambled to pull up his pants, shaking like a leaf all the while.
“I said take him somewhere private so he can piss, not rape him,” Sigrid said coldly.
“And that’s why you’re no fun.” Baldur smiled. “Care to take his place?”
Ice flooded Sigrid’s veins. “Put your cock away and give him to me.”
For a moment, she thought he wouldn’t listen. Would throw them both in the dirt just because he could.
And then Baldur sighed, wrenching up Sasha by one arm and throwing him at Sigrid, so Sasha very nearly knocked her over.
“Have it your way. I’ll go make up the bedrolls.”
The moment he was out of sight, Sasha burst into tears, his face pushed against Sigrid’s stomach and his arms wrapped around her torso.
Sigrid exhaled, patting his head awkwardly. “Get up.”
“C-can’t…” he sobbed. “My ankle… hurts too much…”
“Then hop on one foot.”
Slowly, Sasha pulled his face back and looked up at her. Dirt, snot and tears stained his face, and yet he was still a sight in the moonlight.
“Why did you save me?”
Sigrid shrugged. “You’re my hostage, not his toy. And I don’t like rape.” She held out her hand. “I’ll help you get your weight on your good foot.”
He gripped her hand tightly, but eventually she had to give him her shoulder as well, half dragging him upright.
It was a slow hobble back to the cave, Sasha still sniffling.
She had to break the silence, so she said the first unrelated thing she could think of. “How is Charlotte?”
Another sniffle. “I… I haven’t seen her in a few weeks…”
“I haven’t seen her in a few years.”
“W-well…” His hesitation infuriated Sigrid, but she had to remind herself he had no way of comprehending how important this was to her. “She’s… shy, unless you know her. Quiet most of the time. She doesn’t smile very often.”
Sigrid’s heart sank.
“She did smile when I gave her a present for her last birthday,” Sasha offered. “It was a little golden ship with oarsmen that really rowed.”
“She always did love stupid baubles…” Sigrid muttered, more to herself than to Sasha. “But thank you. For making my sister smile.”
Sasha looked surprised. “You’re welcome.”
They could see the outline of the cave entrance when Sasha blurted out, “Father suggested Charlotte and I get married.”
Sigrid stopped short, nearly making Sasha trip. “What?”
“Neither of us want to,” Sasha said quickly. “We’re not… we don’t look at each other that way.”
“I see.” That was not what concerned her. “Who is Charlotte’s guardian?”
“Lord Gothenberg. He has four children of his own, but I’ve only met the younger son and daughter.” Sasha frowned. “I suppose he and Father must have agreed, but Charlotte thought Gothenberg might have taken her in thinking she would make a fair bride for his eldest…”
Thus setting up Gothenberg’s line to take power back from Sasha. Now this marriage plot makes sense. “And I suppose you hoped to marry for love.”
“You don’t need to mock me,” Sasha snapped.
Sigrid smiled sarcastically. “Why, has your captor hurt your feelings? Or are you beginning to realize how trivial your concerns have been up to today?”
He looked as though he wanted to retort, but kept his mouth shut in a pout as she helped him hobble into the cave.
Baldur smirked at Sigrid as she brought Sasha down the steps. “Be careful, my lady. The little prince might twist his other ankle to keep you close.”
“Shut up, Baldur.” She maneuvered Sasha to the bedroll furthest into the cave, helping him sit down on it. “Bring me the ropes.”
