The Time of the Gathering [Ylva]

[Théodred Heavenshield]

It is approaching the end of the Thaw, summer waning. Already the show of snow started to blanket lightly the ground through the surrounding forests, the creatures that call it home, busy with the gathering. Their houses filled to the brim with collected fare to see them through the harsh winter that approaches.

Théo stood by the side of Himmeldal, checking his quiver filled with arrows, his bow rested by the side of the house, ready to be taken up and nooked. As Théo placed the notch to the string, he took stance side on to the target, pulled back the arrow until the string pressed against his lips, tension tight, arm and aim straight, his two fingers released. The hissing of arrow broke the silence and hit the mark. It had been some time since his last hunt, and practice was needed before he and Ylva would set out among the wilds to seek their prey.

There was still much preparation to do before this however, and once she come to greet him, he would show her the ways of Midvinter. He doubted Ylva would have seen the beasts of Midvinter, they are a tough and fierce as any he had seen off world and far bigger by any standards. Everything grows large and fast on Midvinter in order to survive.

The day was coming to a close, the Sun had already dipped below the far horizon to the west, and the perpetual dance between moon and sun continued, as the softness of the white light began to shroud the large pine. The boar would be awake and giving it's faith to the moon.

Théo's eyes gazed over to a wooden bucket filled with the fat of the Élk, enough for two. A creeping grin turned his mouth as his attention turned back to the target once more, the hissing to the arrow broke the silence once more.

[member="Ylva Solveig"] ​

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

She had found [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] for the place he had requested they meet, his homestead for which she had rarely tread without invitation out of respect for the man. There were so few these days that had convinced Ylva Solveig to trust in the good of others and yet somehow over the time they had spent together, Théodred had earned her respect.

The pair were still coming to learn more about one another, they'd not been together for too long at a time before Ylva's pride would start to nag at her for the comfort she felt in standing by his side; it was a wildling pride, a pride that reminded her that she needed no approval of another, needed not the company of man but to remember the one truth of survival in that she were best to rely solely upon her own for fulfillment of life, whatever that was to mean for her.

This was a life long lesson, one that had kept her alive yet ultimately hadn't gained her any further ground than the teachings of Clan Solveig. In fact, by comparison, it wasn't until she met the clumsly lad who had intruded upon her first hunt that she found the incentive to leave the world of Nirauan in the first place, later to become invested within the Iron Empire and further curious about these people of Théo's; he called them the Valkyri.

The Great Wolf had not accompanied her this afternoon, Bjomolf too enjoying the vast open wilds for the plentiful gain that they brought him, the beast as foreign to this world as Ylva felt she was, the new sights and scents, creatures and cultures were all too difficult to ignore and thus she had bid the beast leave; for she did not control him yet they understood one another better than most.

It was here that Ylva began to take notice for the first time in the way her counter-part carried a Bow. Their relationship had grown rather interesting to say the least and not at all what she had expected to find in this "High-born" Lad; by no means had they grown intimate and yet there were a tension between them that followed quickly by impulses of excitement and uncertainty.

A Huntress of the wild world, she had taken note of it upon their journey from the Iron Territories, noticed that he too had given her rather more attention than they had shared at first and now it seemed to have turned into a game of banter, predator and prey, though it was arguable here who was truly which of the two. The fact was that he had grown on her and she smirked upon the thought that he too felt of a similar way, judging by the way he acted around her as opposed to the stories of his legionnaires.

"Aaahhh!!!"

She suddenly let out a cry of feigned panic as he loosed the arrow from his bow, watching soon with a wide smile and laughing in great amusement in his expense as he flailed the shot and sent the Arrow flying off over top of all that was before them to disappear into the tree's surrounding them.

One of the many reasons she had grown to desire him, the way that toying with this man felt as thrilling and enjoyable as the Hunt of the wilds...-Only the beasts had a little more grace in how they fled compared to Théodred's goofy expression watching the distance to where his arrow had disappeared.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

He stood there watching his arrow sore off over the tops of the trees and vanish, his eyes shifted to his right to see the red hair flowing in the soft breeze beside him. “That”, he turned toward her, “Was my best arrow”. It wasn’t he had plenty more were that one come from, but still arrows, and good ones, take time in the making.

This redheaded girl, which had gotten under his skin with her constant teasing and banter, her long hair of fire and very athletic body had also found her way into more than his skin. “Take your clothes off”, he suddenly said in a manner of practicality, yet a cunning grin turned his mouth.

He began to do the same, peeling off his leather jerkin and placing it on a bench by the side of the house. Next his shirt and trousers, boots the lot until Théo stood buck naked with his back to her. He climbed into a leather loin cloth and secured it around his waist before turning back to her. At this point, if she cared to look, Ylva would see the deep scar on his lower torso cut through to the other side of his body, it was rough unattended to by any modern medical practices, left to heal the old way.

Théo picked up the bucket of Élk fat, plunged his large hand into it and scooped out a heavy hand full and slapped it on his chest and began to smear it all over his skin, torso, and arms and down his legs as best he could reach. Even mattered it through his long black hair. “You mind doing my back?”, he passed her the bucket and turned around.

“I’ll repay the gesture when your time comes”, his grin full now. The reason for this? To mask the scent of ‘human’ form from its intended prey. The boar large and fierce is also very cunning.

“It will also keep you warm”, and the idea of smearing this all over her had great appeal to him as well. “It stinks I know, but when we return, I have a place here in which we can .. remove it from each other’s bodies”. There was a look in his blue eyes that spoke of more than caring. A longing for her he could deny no longer, and did not want too.

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[member="Ylva Solveig"]​

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

“Take your clothes off”​

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Ylva Solveig had heard a lot of propositions in her time, most of which were as disgusting as the next coming from the likes of Clan Solveig yet never had she been so caught off guard, thrown from her mischievous fit of laughter to a face that shouted pure disbelief in the moment, her brows lifting in surprise, soon to frown as her mouth opened to retaliate in a series of vulgar words thrown back his way yet only to find that she had lost her voice and instead after a moment of hesitation, scoffed back at him.

"Just who in the seven burning hells do you think I am..." she finally spoke up though he had now turned his back to her which only piqued her curiosity further and left her eyes wandering down over him as he de-clothed and changed into something far less...-Appropriate. Or so she had assumed. The sight of his masculine body brought a flush to her cheeks, accompanied by a discomfort that couldn't be denied the mixture of anxiety but too enjoyment and yearning for the sight before her. The scar that ran around his side was distinctive in its mend, not of technologies but the old true way, nature and the work of ones hands and perhaps herbs cut from the earth of Midvinter or wherever it had been that he had been cut so.

Stepping forward slowly, she soon realized his intentions for what they were and yet eyes still on the healed over wound; all sign of insult and frustration gone just like that. Ylva reached out to touch it, fingers tracing along the sides of the damaged flesh that had molded over what could only have been a life threatening blow that he had taken. She had her own, yet none such as this. If it was the mark of a former hunt, she did not want to imagine his prey...-That or his inexperience. "How old were you", she stood at his back, her eyes lifting to stare at the back of his head, imagining his gaze peering off elsewhere knowing that her touch to his skin was as foreign as the lack of clothing he wore in front of her gaze.

Théo's suggestive remarks were shouldered well and nay a response in return came from her to similar jest, it was difficult enough being so close to him in such a way, not of this make had their time together been so intimate and though they both feigned ignorance at the behest of their feelings for one another, up until now nearly all contact between the two had remained in the midst of battle back within the Iron Empire's Territories amidst the Chiss Insurrection.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

His hands hesitated, the touch of her fingers on his skin tracing his scar stopped time itself and for the moment, Théo stood as if rooted to the ground. His blood however, burned with fire for her touch was electric, soft and soothing, everything rolled into one. He turned slowly allowing her fingers to continue to journey his skin until they touched the point of entry of the task on his front lower torso. She stood closer now, he looked down into her face watching her gaze drift over him.

It took all his strength not to take her in his arms and kiss her hard.

“When I was .. eighteen standard seasons old I go this scar. A fool who went out to hunt the great boar alone. Wanted to prove myself to everyone, and to me as well”, he added the afterthought. “I did prove myself in a way, although it nearly killed me .. would have if he was not for a good friend of mine finding me and bringing back from the brink of death”. How Alfr has got so far away from Tháinbroek and to find Théo still alluded him to this day, but deep down he knew divine intervention had a heavy hand it in. And not the force.

He took her hand gently in his and placed it at the point where the tasked entered, “Pierced me with its large task here”, he let go, “ran me through and pinned me to a tree”. And yet here he stood alive and well, chest swelling with growing emotions for the girl so near to him, he stepped forward as his hand raised to her cheek, his fingers dancing lightly there, as soft and gently as her hand on his skin. His eyes falling over her face, taking in all her detail and his own lips longing to taste hers.

“I am now twenty five standard seasons old. And much more the wiser”, a grin turned his mouth, “but my family ate very well that winter”, after all there had been a victor that hunt and Théo was living proof of it. “It would be my honour to hunt with you Ylva”.

[member="Ylva Solveig"]​

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

It was hard to imagine that a boar could have done this to a man, even one so young as eighteen. The creatures of that make back on Nirauan were among the easier of prey considering the life that called that dark world home and yet when bringing Midvinter into account, she had already discovered that their smallest of animals carried twice the character than those she were accustomed to. There was something to be said for the way that his wound had been left to heal in the old way, the disregard of modern technologies was frankly an admiral decision, one that relied on the bodies strength in combination with the refusal to give in to deaths embrace. She imagined that he had been given a hell of a time recovering from an injury the likes of what he described.

These thoughts of course were all placed to the back of her mind when his hand touched to her cheek and she lifted her gaze to lock eyes with him, the blue hues of his own staring down at her with a look of warmth and compassion behind the rough skin, broad shoulders and general look of a man who had seen his share of battles. Ylva Solveig could have never found herself in a position the likes of this with anything less, yet [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] held all the traits of one who could carry his own and in this, in the warrior that he was, her feelings had grown immensely stronger than she had cared to admit.

The first day they had met, they had stood on far less stable ground with one another. He had offered to help skin the nerf that she had brought down, a hunt that he had intruded upon and as eager as he might have been to impress her with his proving on the day, taking her knife without asking had provoked her into jumping him and threatening to blacken his eye and bloody his face for such arrogance. Now, he held touch of the side of her face in a moment of intimacy she had never allowed another to approach.

"I will blacken your eye, High-Born...."

She began to threaten him. Of all the propositions he could have asked for in the moment, he wished to invite her to hunt with him in the open plans of Himmeldal's surrounding world; perhaps he had learned something from his exchange with the boar yet when it came to wooing a woman, he had been about as successful as the arrow that had flown far beyond his target and become lost in the tree's. Dissatisfied with this and refusing to let him fall short and become a victim to her ever mocking words for a moment that she'd never let him forget, her tone changed from that of a cold threat to a softer yearning for his lips upon hers.

"If I find you don't have the stones to make good on this moment..."

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

From her cheek, Théo’s hand slipped into her long red hair as he stepped forward eyes blazing with full emotion. His kiss came swiftly, pressing his lips to her and although gentle it was fierce with passion. Other arm snaked around her waist to her back pulling her closer until he could feeling her body to his and a sensation of relief ran through him only to be replaced with something more stronger and full of yearning.

There was no sound, light nor cold or anything of the world around them, they stood alone. His arm slipped lower beyond her waist and lifted Ylva off the ground, cradling her against him he walked toward the front door of Himmeldal to enter into the main room where the roaring hearth issued forth its fire and heat.

To his knees he fell, only to lay her down among the many fur on the floor by the hearth, it was only now their kiss ended as he looked deep into her eyes. A slow hand settled on her chest and began to untie her outer garment and once her soft pale skin was revealed, did he lean down once more to kiss her skin.

Everything else forgotten, as the night passed onward into the wee hours, the snow fall outside that settled on the roof, signaled the first fall of the coming winter the gathering would have to wait for another day as two lovers become one.

[member="Ylva Solveig"]​

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

She was naturally lighter than he was, and once his lips had found their way unto hers, any remaining strength that might have resisted his grasp around the back of her legs to pick her up was lost to his embrace, Ylva's arms wrapping around the back of his shoulders, her feet crossing at his lower back to keep herself straddled against him as he moved. Where they were going, for once she didn't care to know, her heart lost upon the emotions that ran her through like a hot blade rendering everything else around them insignificant.

It wasn't until her weight dropped with his, his knee's hitting the floorboards that her eyes opened and one of her hands left his body still covered in the fat of the elk, that she reached for the ground to ensure she didn't come crashing into it; [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] of course ensuring such clumsiness did not ruin the moment, came down against her, their mouths parting, saliva shared in the throes of their passion for one another; yet he broke the kiss and left her looking back up at him briefly with a frown, only to lay flat against her back as his hands moved for her shirt and gave her reason to smirk, a moment to speak and of course have the final say before her breath would again be taken from her. "You sure took your time..." She muttered, more of a word among a gasp as he kissed near to her collar bone, her hands taking hold of his black hair and pushing his head down further; intent on leaving nothing to his imagination any further.

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So much for the great hunt the two would share.

The crackling of the hearth and the snapping of wood burned a hot red against the tired flames awoke her in the early birth of the new day, the sun yet to rise which was fortunate for the position she found herself in. Laying beneath the cover of the furs that they shared upon the floorboards of Théodred's homestead, not having made it to his bedding quarters, she slowly lifted her head up atop of his chest to glance up and check to see whether he was awake or not. Beneath the warmth of the furs, her mind quickly caught up with the moment and she realized just how exposed she was. The inside of her cheek pulled inward, a moment of thought passing her as she considered trying to sneak away, though in the end found herself resigning to press her ear back to the warmth of his skin and the sound of his Théo's steady heart beat.

In the silence of the morning, lit only by the last remaining embers of the fireplace, there was no competition to be had, no complaints nor threats to her survival alike the life out in the wilds. For once she realized she didn't need to feel on edge nor keep her weapons close...-Ylva's eyes again opened, flicking across the floor to confirm that one of her Axe's weren't far from their resting place. Relief washing over her again, a force of habit, not one to leave herself vulnerable without a weapon within arms reach...-It would be some time yet before her guard completely shut down around him, yet again, the instinct was followed by a sense of complacency that wasn't so often present as it was with her arms around the waist of the Valkyri.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

It is that perfect warmth, hidden beneath the fur laying against another’s body. Théo struggled to move, not that he wanted to, but he could feel the press of her body upon his chest and her scent still lingered filling his senses and setting within his heart. The fire in the hearth all but out, the two not paying any heed to such things throughout the night, the only thing on their mind was each other and each other’s enjoyment in the moment.

Although the entire night was spent this way, and he was exhausted he could not sleep, not deeply anyway. He is not used to having another by him in this way and each small movement was felt and no doubt the same would be for Ylva.

Eventually the Sun filled the room, poking in through the windows softly graced with snow and melting it to form small rivers of ice, a dripping form the thaw from the roof fell into a bucket outside, it sounded so loud in the quiet time. Théo felt her shift, head lifted off his chest just for a moment, before settling again. “Good morning Red”, he said softly before his eyes looked for him near his face. His arms wrapped around her pulling her gently closer if that was possible, and his lips pressed against her forehead.

“I hope it was all worth the wait”, he said with a smile, remembering what she had said before they made love. It had been a wonderful night spent for him, loving her so physically and fully, adoring her with his body. He moved turning upward until half laying on her, but still holding her in his arms. Théo looked down into her face, diving into her eyes and devouring her with them.

“I am ravenous”, he said with a grin. And yes he was hungry, as she must be as well but he did not move, not wanting to break the moment, and he would be guided by her needs. “And I know a place where we can take a bath”, now the idea of that began to sound very appealing to him for more reason than one. But looking at her laying there among the fur, with her long red hair fanned out over it, her eyes sparkling and full red lips was too much. Théo leaned down suddenly kissing her full and with growing passion once more.

[member="Ylva Solveig"]​

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

There was something to be said for making love under the furs of past hunts, the warmth of the skins that blanketed the pair as they one more took to each others passion in the throes of intimacy, emphasized the way the Valkyri people were in their living. Humble, and respectful of the natural world, not overzealous in their technologies and least of all afraid to do battle against them.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]'s build was masculine, muscled and more than enough to put Ylva Solveig to her back, his skin was pale and yet warm as his blood pumped through him, her own adrenaline returning with a renewed excitement as he kissed her; hands seeking to take to his sides, wrapping around his back and pulling him down against her firmly. He had posed her a question yet her response would be evident beyond words.

While the two of them announced their claims over one another in the privacy of Théodred's homestead, neither of them would be aware of the path they had started down. Through the divinity and twisted humor of the Gods, or by the Will of the Force, whatever higher power one claimed to believe in, their union bounded them in a fate that would envelope them both in change; whether for better or for worse, this would be theirs to discover.

There was a fire within her, Ylva whom had spent the entirety of her life protecting herself from the lust filled eyes of the men of Clan Solveig ever since she had come of age; she had fought tooth and nail to let no man overcome her nor seek to dictate her path in life.

She had vowed against all that had stood to deter her from making this life her own that there would be nothing that stood between her freedom of choice and the strength to see her decisions through to the end, it was the heart of being free-folk, to live and to die by ones own decree and to let none other govern or influence your path against your better judgement. In him however, Ylva's fire burned more passionately for than any other she had past set her eyes upon. A wild sign behind her blue gaze, strength and feral unpredictability all tamed when met with his own.

From their first locking of eyes where she had mounted him against the dirt of Nirauan with her hand wrapped tightly around his throat and the other balled into a tight fist lifted up passed her head, they had made a connection; that was how things would forever be with Ylva by his side, wild and untamed, yet Axe raised at his side there would never be a stronger woman to profess her kinship to him in such ways that came only with the mettle of a Solveig.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

He felt like he had become one with the floor, his body unable to move numb. Everything felt like dead weight even his head as he tried to lift it up, but for now all Theo could do way stare at the ceiling and take in the wonderment of the hours that had passed. There has been a strength in him that even he did not know existed within himself, as wild as the girl that lay atop him now equally as still. There was a chill ran through him from the sweat that met cold air and he reached for what he could grasp to pull over them both to keep it out, the hour had grown darker, the sun moved across the sky making course toward the far horizon, yet again and still there was no hunt. That was the last thing on his mind.

A long lock of red hair fell across his face tickling his nose, he looked into her face once more as his hand gently pushed the wayward lock back in place. She was asleep or at the very least resting, her breasts pushing hard against his chest with each intake but she did not stir. He was trapped but this trap was not one from which he wanted escape.

There had been an attraction between the two from their first meeting, but nothing ever proceeded from it until today. Theo cared a lot for Ylva, a caring that grew into something more and the very thought of her brings fire to the blood, a wanting that cannot be denied nor would it, not now not ever. But what astounded him the most was the emotions and feelings he had developed for her, not that he could not feel them, he had in the past or at least he thought he had, but this was different. It was life, and without her there would be no life.

She is beautiful, a natural beauty beyond any measure, untamed untouched without the necessity of trappings .. something so pure in existence. And what was even more appealing to him was that she was very comfortable with it, with herself. It was something to admire whether from afar or up close and he found himself thanking the Gods for her quietly in his heart.

His fingers caressed her cheek, his eyes having not left her face and he smiled. "Ylva?", a soft voice. It was time these two went to refresh and partake in some food and as timing would have it, the beast in the belly growled.

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[member="Ylva Solveig"]​

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

How much time had passed them by?

She could not recall as her eyes fluttered open and gave birth to a blurred vision, the room around them dark, covers pulled across the windows and yet warmed by the fireplace that had since gone out once again. Blinking several times with obvious effort, she glanced up against [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]'s chest to find him looking down at her.

For the first time perhaps ever, the last few days that had gone by had been spent in absolute comfort; incredible to her that she needed not feel anxious or look over her shoulder every five minutes to ensure her own interests, here laying against Théo's side with a leg across his and her arms wrapped around his torso, she had slept soundly...-So so soundly.

"Mm?" she murmered in response, pushing herself up a little bit by burying her elbow into the fur they were laying upon so that she could take in his eyes, her vision gradually returning to her though still in a sleepy haze, she gave him something of a sheepish smirk before moving to roll onto her back, arching her spine and reaching out with both arms stretching her muscles before falling limp again, her hands raised above her head, their covers having slipped down over her stomach though she gave it little thought.

"I hope you got a good reason for waking me, pretty-boy"

She added with a soft chuckle, mischievous and toying. Lifting a knee to bring her left foot closer to her hind quarters while her hands would slide down against the floor to lace her fingers behind her head, she turned back into him and lifted both brows in want for question.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

"I know what you are doing", he said with his own grin growing hard by the moment. There was no strength in the man to not look at her, laying on the floor teasing him as her body twisted and stretched inviting him again, and he took the invitation with his eyes as they lingered over her form. And as she came to him once more, laying against his body he turned before she could settle placing her back on her back, his own teasing look upon his face, but ..

He lifted off her and stood before moving to the hearth and fighting the embers to bit into fresh wood once more. It did not take long for the fire to begin again and fill the room with much wanted warmth. He crouched poking at the flames with a long iron to encourage it further and once he was satisfied the flames had reignited he placed yet another large log on it. "Pretty boy huh?", he grinned with his own mischief. "Prettier than you?". There was none prettier than Ylva, nor as glorious in form as the woman laying half clad on the furs.

Théo leaned forward placing his palms to the floor and crawled back over her and looked down into her eyes. Desire was very much within his sapphire blue eyes and he wanted her again, but ..

He kissed her cheek quickly and pushed off the floor and made his way to the kitchen and on the way he grabbed his trousers and put them on. It would not be long before Théo had the oven lit, stoking the wood to heat the hot plates, and soon enough eggs would be sizzling in the pan. "Would you like a caf?", he yelled over his shoulder in the direction of the main room.

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[member="Ylva Solveig"]​

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

Ylva chewed on the side of her lower lip as she watched [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] scurry away from her, her gaze lifting to view the room from the flat of her back, Théo walking away from her stark naked in order to stoke the fire and fan the flames, heating the room once more. A huff of breath left her as she chuckled to herself at the sight, her torso stretched out, arms still up behind her head and soon turning to roll onto her front, propping herself up upon her elbows to better watch him and study the room that they'd been spending so much time within; she'd seen all angles of the roof and floor during the time, though hardly gotten a feel for the place in the sense of a true homestead.

"Don't get cocky now..." She replied coyly, a smirk coming to play upon her lips once more as she looked back at him daringly; that playful antagonism had returned and was spoken most clearly behind her words. "Just because you got me on my back doesn't mean I can't still tan your hide, high-born" She snickered soon afterwards, by which point he had returned and she leaned up to meet his lips with a deep and passionate kiss, her right hand taking him by the scruff of his hair and keeping him there a moment longer, almost as if she had claimed him as her own, only letting him go when she was satisfied.

She would be certain to remind him that she was not at all like the other women he was used to; there wouldn't be no sudden weakness of the knee's and instant agreement and reverence of his every word like she imagined the upper class female species to be. Stories from her clan-mates talks of how they conquered other peoples, took those women for themselves and had no way of fighting back. As horrid as these acts were to common folk about the Galaxy, Ylva found it most difficult to respect her own for their general portrayal of weakness in front of the opposite sex.

"Only if you're offering" she soon replied in turn of his question over the Stim-Caf. A very strange drink, enjoyable though it tasted bitter at times when she made it. Théo seemed to have perfected the art where as she'd never had the stuff before she had met him and thus he had proven valuable in yet another one of his skills. Eventually, she'd push herself up to her feet, moving to find the few nessecary pieces of her clothing that had been discarded in one of their longing moments of passion; her pants and an under-cut top that covered her breasts but little else, more a bra than it was a shirt in truth; she needn't wear much else however, happy to leave her stomach and shoulders bare for the cool air to bite at her skin and remind her she was alive. The Fire would soon quench any chill her body would feel and so too would the drink that she'd move across to watch Théodred making.

"So you did this with all the women you meet...-Bring them here, woo them with your great land and then bed them like you did me?"

She spoke with a slightly raised brow, a tilt of her head that hint at a slightly bit more serious nature while too trying to be amusing for the sake of not wishing to insult him but also looking for some reassurance to where this would leave things between them.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

His head turned slightly from his breakfast preparations at her last question, a smirk on his lips at the idea of it. Whatever Ylva had thought of women in the galaxy, Théo's experience was far from her idea of them, naturally there are those that are overwhelmed by people or situations presented to them, but not the ones he had met. Of which most were Jedi or Sith, and none of the weak. He assumed this was Ylva's insecurities, everyone has them, but in time she will realise that there would be no need for them. As Théo allowed the eggs to cook in the pan, he turned around with caf in hand and leaned against the bench with his lower back, raised the mug to his lips all the while drinking in her look, what she all but worn, and the curves that lay hidden in the small cloth.

"Nope", he finally said with a smirk hidden behind the mug. "I would take them to the brightest star and dance them on a of beam of light, woo them with beauty beyond measure, before taking them". He put his mug of caf down the on the bench behind him before moving over to stand behind her. His hands took hold of her waist, bare and soft, he leaned in until by her ear and nuzzled into her long red hair. His hands dropped to the stool lifted it with ease and turned it and her in place. The strength of the Valkyri far far greater than an average man.

Théo's face softened as he looked into her blue eyes, "The truth?", his eyes cast down her front to find her hands which he took in his. "Last night was the first time I have been with a woman", he gaze more serious as her own. "Not because I did not want too, or couldn't, but there was something never right about it, so .. I didn't".

"You are the most frustrating, irritating .. stubborn woman I have ever met", a smile formed on his lips. "The most beautiful, exciting and forthright woman I have ever met as well, and the only person my mind and heart is filled with. And last night, you gave me more than your body, you gave me great honour", he leaned down and kissed her, this time the emotions from his heart flowed through his kiss.

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[member="Ylva Solveig"]​

 

[Ylva Heavenshield]

If looks could kill, Ylva's had hardened down on [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] as he answered her sarcasm with equal favor and in doing so quickly invoking a jealous streak within her that would put the fear into any girl were they at arms length of her for the moment. It didn't initially occur to her that Théo was having her on; her jaw locked and her brows narrowed as she glared back at him while he described the view from space, some sort of beauty that she had gone her entire life from witnessing up until the very moment they had been upon his ship, taking her on a new adventure in very near the same description as far as she was concerned.

With a little more patience however, miraculously for the want she had to smack him a good one, he threw it back at her in jest and opened up with the truth for which still left her feeling defensive but softened her look upon him enough so to encourage her frustrations and jealousy to subside.

Within his arms, she turned her head to the right, lifting her gaze to look back at him from over her shoulder as they stood together; "The Gods help whoever tries to sink their claws into you now Théodred Heavenshield" she spoke his full name with good purpose, soon turning within his arms to face him, her hands placed against his chest and moving up them to take hold of the man by the shoulders, a look of fierce determination and pride alight in her eyes as she locked with his and concluded "You are mine now...-And I yours".

The words were brief yet carried a great weight in meaning behind them, he would see and feel that much within her as their bodies met front on. Tilting her head to the side, she encouraged her hair to fall away from her face so that he would not miss just how serious she was in the sentiment. Other Lads had tried to make moves on her but none had ever been successful; like him, she too was going through all of this for the very first time in her life. Most men were animals as far as she could tell by the past that she had shared within the Clan Solveig, it was why she was so hard on Théo when they had first met and it was why she would continue to be on edge for some time coming to terms with these emotions.

"Don't ever give me reason to hurt you, Théodred".