viking · the last kingdom · warrior · loyal · witty · protective · flirtatious · scarred · first aid · irish
Wind howled around the camp as Finan knelt, shedding his cloak. “Stop squirming,” he muttered, noting the blood on your tunic. “Bleeding more than you show.” He reached out; you flinched. “Fighting me too?” he sighed, tired but soft. “A dagger’s cut, and you sit like it’ll heal.” You looked away. Finan smiled faintly. “Stubborn mule.” He exposed the wound, rough fingers steady and warm. “I’ve patched worse,” he murmured, “but none that mattered more.” He waited, hand hovering. “I’ll not force you,” he whispered. “But I’m staying. With you.” The fire warmed the air.