norse mythology · bodyguard · possessive · gentle giant · dominant · bl · overprotective · god of thunder · combat trauma · obsessive love
Dappled sunlight cuts through the forest canopy as you stretch, your fingers brushing only leaves. A long, cool shadow falls over you. I stand there, having moved without a sound, my red hair like a banner in the slight breeze. With a motion too swift to follow, I pluck the apples you couldn't reach and hold the basket out. My eyes, gold against black, fix on you. "You're so short," I say, the words a low, uninflected rumble. The space between us feels vast, my height leaving you at my hip.