Role Reversal AU Story Part 5
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sigridharem“You don’t need to tie me up, I can’t walk,” Sasha insisted.
Sigrid shrugged. “I don’t trust you not to cause other trouble. Put your hands behind your back.”
“No.” His bottom lip pushed out stubbornly.
“Do it, or I’ll make you do it.” Sigrid stood over him, wrapping the end of the ropes around one of her wrists in preparation for a struggle.
Sasha glared up at her. “Then make me.”
Baldur laughed.
Sigrid stepped over Sasha’s legs and straddled him, catching one hand as he tried to throw it up in her face, leaning forward and grabbing hold of the other wrist as he tried to propel himself backwards with that arm. Once she had hold of both arms, she dragged them together so his wrists were in front of his groin, wrapping the rope around both wrists with the knots she’d learned held best.
Oddly, she was disappointed he hadn’t put more energy into resisting.
Even so, he was breathing heavily underneath her, green eyes wide.
“What happened to wrists behind his back?” Baldur inquired.
Sigrid shrugged, standing up. “I don’t really give a damn if he can scratch his balls or not.”
“Suit yourself, my lady.”
As she prepared to go to bed herself, it occurred to Sigrid that if Sasha was particularly motivated and ambitious, he might try to wriggle away in the night. She certainly would have considered it, if she were in his shoes.
So she took another length of rope before bringing her bedroll close to Sasha’s.
Sasha eyed the rope warily. “What are you going to do with that one?”
“Be patient and you’ll find out. Also, don’t fight me this time or I’ll kick that twisted ankle of yours.” Sigrid sat down beside him.
Sasha said nothing, only watched as she created a noose for his good ankle, the one closest to her, and then proceeded to tie the rest of the rope around her own elbow. It meant pushing her bedroll close enough to touch his, but it was better than waking up tomorrow to find her hostage gone.
“I’m a light sleeper,” Sigrid warned him. “So don’t think I won’t feel it if you try something in the night.”
He bit his lip. “I toss and turn sometimes.”
“Try not to.” Sigrid narrowed her eyes. “You don’t want me any crankier than usual tomorrow.”
And with that, she laid down and closed her eyes.
Sleep never came easily, when it came at all, but perhaps because of the intensity of the day behind her, Sigrid only woke in the night once. The second time she woke, she decided to get up.
Despite what he’d said, Sasha looked sound asleep, one hand twitching slightly in his bonds. Sigrid untied the rope around her own arm and crept outside the cave to relieve herself.
When she returned, Baldur was tending to the fire.
“So?” He grinned. “What’s on the agenda today, my lady?”
It was all she could do not to scowl. “You go into town and bring back Sebastian. I’ll stay with the hostage.”
Baldur went out to see to the horses as Sigrid threw some meat and potatoes into the pot over the fire.
She heard rather than saw Sasha stirring, but did not move to untie him.
“Where… oh…”
“Not a bad dream, I’m afraid.” Sigrid turned and saw him struggling to sit upright with his wrists still bound in front of him.
Sasha glanced around apprehensively. “The man… Baldur. Did he go?”
“He’s outside, but he’ll be back.”
Sasha shuddered but said nothing more.
Even though she left him bound a little longer than strictly necessary, when Sigrid sat down beside him with food for both of them and Baldur re-entered the cave, she felt Sasha slide closer to her.
As though he really believed she could protect him if Baldur chose to ignore her authority.
Breakfast passed without incident, and Sigrid went to the cave entrance to watch Baldur saddle his horse.
“What would you have done if I hadn’t gone looking for you last night?” Sigrid said, unable to stop herself.
Baldur smiled. “I wouldn’t have laid a finger on him if I thought you wouldn’t come running. You know that, don’t you?”
Her stomach twisted. “You’re a filthy man.”
He laughed. “And you’re filthier than you know.”
“Is that supposed to hurt me?” Sigrid raised her eyebrows. “I’ll get as dirty as I need to in order to achieve my ends. That’s why I will be queen.”
“And yet you still have that adorable streak of idealism.” Baldur reached out and Sigrid stepped back, just fast enough that his fingertips brushed her dark hair. “Doesn’t it gall you how soft that boy is? Don’t you want to see him brought low?”
“Yes, it galls me,” Sigrid said shortly. “But no, I will not degrade and humiliate him as I have been degraded and humiliated. Otherwise I would be no better than his father or you.”
His smile did not dim as he mounted his horse, and for a moment she thought she had gotten the last word.
Then, as his horse began to trot past her: “And what if the boy wants to be degraded?”
Sigrid stared at his retreating form, uncomprehending.
Who on earth would wish for that?
She heard a curse behind her and spun around.
Sasha was leaning against the wall of the cave on his good foot, ruefully rubbing his bad ankle.
Sigrid shrugged. “I don’t trust you not to cause other trouble. Put your hands behind your back.”
“No.” His bottom lip pushed out stubbornly.
“Do it, or I’ll make you do it.” Sigrid stood over him, wrapping the end of the ropes around one of her wrists in preparation for a struggle.
Sasha glared up at her. “Then make me.”
Baldur laughed.
Sigrid stepped over Sasha’s legs and straddled him, catching one hand as he tried to throw it up in her face, leaning forward and grabbing hold of the other wrist as he tried to propel himself backwards with that arm. Once she had hold of both arms, she dragged them together so his wrists were in front of his groin, wrapping the rope around both wrists with the knots she’d learned held best.
Oddly, she was disappointed he hadn’t put more energy into resisting.
Even so, he was breathing heavily underneath her, green eyes wide.
“What happened to wrists behind his back?” Baldur inquired.
Sigrid shrugged, standing up. “I don’t really give a damn if he can scratch his balls or not.”
“Suit yourself, my lady.”
As she prepared to go to bed herself, it occurred to Sigrid that if Sasha was particularly motivated and ambitious, he might try to wriggle away in the night. She certainly would have considered it, if she were in his shoes.
So she took another length of rope before bringing her bedroll close to Sasha’s.
Sasha eyed the rope warily. “What are you going to do with that one?”
“Be patient and you’ll find out. Also, don’t fight me this time or I’ll kick that twisted ankle of yours.” Sigrid sat down beside him.
Sasha said nothing, only watched as she created a noose for his good ankle, the one closest to her, and then proceeded to tie the rest of the rope around her own elbow. It meant pushing her bedroll close enough to touch his, but it was better than waking up tomorrow to find her hostage gone.
“I’m a light sleeper,” Sigrid warned him. “So don’t think I won’t feel it if you try something in the night.”
He bit his lip. “I toss and turn sometimes.”
“Try not to.” Sigrid narrowed her eyes. “You don’t want me any crankier than usual tomorrow.”
And with that, she laid down and closed her eyes.
Sleep never came easily, when it came at all, but perhaps because of the intensity of the day behind her, Sigrid only woke in the night once. The second time she woke, she decided to get up.
Despite what he’d said, Sasha looked sound asleep, one hand twitching slightly in his bonds. Sigrid untied the rope around her own arm and crept outside the cave to relieve herself.
When she returned, Baldur was tending to the fire.
“So?” He grinned. “What’s on the agenda today, my lady?”
It was all she could do not to scowl. “You go into town and bring back Sebastian. I’ll stay with the hostage.”
Baldur went out to see to the horses as Sigrid threw some meat and potatoes into the pot over the fire.
She heard rather than saw Sasha stirring, but did not move to untie him.
“Where… oh…”
“Not a bad dream, I’m afraid.” Sigrid turned and saw him struggling to sit upright with his wrists still bound in front of him.
Sasha glanced around apprehensively. “The man… Baldur. Did he go?”
“He’s outside, but he’ll be back.”
Sasha shuddered but said nothing more.
Even though she left him bound a little longer than strictly necessary, when Sigrid sat down beside him with food for both of them and Baldur re-entered the cave, she felt Sasha slide closer to her.
As though he really believed she could protect him if Baldur chose to ignore her authority.
Breakfast passed without incident, and Sigrid went to the cave entrance to watch Baldur saddle his horse.
“What would you have done if I hadn’t gone looking for you last night?” Sigrid said, unable to stop herself.
Baldur smiled. “I wouldn’t have laid a finger on him if I thought you wouldn’t come running. You know that, don’t you?”
Her stomach twisted. “You’re a filthy man.”
He laughed. “And you’re filthier than you know.”
“Is that supposed to hurt me?” Sigrid raised her eyebrows. “I’ll get as dirty as I need to in order to achieve my ends. That’s why I will be queen.”
“And yet you still have that adorable streak of idealism.” Baldur reached out and Sigrid stepped back, just fast enough that his fingertips brushed her dark hair. “Doesn’t it gall you how soft that boy is? Don’t you want to see him brought low?”
“Yes, it galls me,” Sigrid said shortly. “But no, I will not degrade and humiliate him as I have been degraded and humiliated. Otherwise I would be no better than his father or you.”
His smile did not dim as he mounted his horse, and for a moment she thought she had gotten the last word.
Then, as his horse began to trot past her: “And what if the boy wants to be degraded?”
Sigrid stared at his retreating form, uncomprehending.
Who on earth would wish for that?
She heard a curse behind her and spun around.
Sasha was leaning against the wall of the cave on his good foot, ruefully rubbing his bad ankle.
