A/N: When I refer to Conan I refer to the new remake starring Jason Momoa. I am sorry but he embodies Conan more than Arnold Schwarzenagger did. That is my opinion. Plus there are many original characters so please do not be alarmed by that. I am really attempting to NOT make them Mary Sues. Conan does not belong to me. He belongs to his respectful creator. Please no flaming. Constructive criticism is welcome. Thank you.
Chapter 2: Introductions
"Jesus Christ what the hell did you do to him Lore?"
"He invaded! I defended myself Romey! I wasn't about to let the brute find the two of you and possibly hurt you!"
"Oh so noble you are honey. How did you knock him out again?"
"With the frying pan in the sink Lotte."
"Shh shh! He's waking up!"
The large man released a groan his eyes fluttering open slowly. He glanced around to find himself on a soft cushiony piece of furniture but above him were three women; a pretty brunette with a rather large bosom and hazel brown eyes, a girl, or boy, with short spikey orange hair and brown eyes, and the grey eyes black haired woman he had assaulted earlier. She glared at him her arms crossing over her generous assets.
"Good you're awake." The black haired female sneered a bit. In his disoriented state he managed to respond to her sneer with a slight glare.
"Lore! That's no way to treat an injured man!"
Lore's gaze turned to the brunette. Her grey eyes gave her a fiery glare at the accusation.
"Lotte! He broke into the apartment looking for this thing called a Khalar! We all could have been killed!"
"I wouldn't have killed you…" he groaned his head throbbing. The woman with the black hair had whalloped him well. All three inhabitants turned their gaze to him at once; Lore looking in disbelief, Romey raising a brow, and Lotte with a surprised expression.
"You nearly crushed my face in the kitchen you brute! I might actually have bruises thanks to you!" Lore spat. He gave her an annoyed glare.
"You struck me." He retorted.
"I had every reason to!" She began defensive. "You broke into our home! I thought you were some idiot trying to steal from us!" Her grey eyes narrowed to slits at him.
"But I'm not…ugh…damn you woman…"
He groaned holding his head in his hand at the throbbing pain that became even worse. It felt like someone was crushing his brain within their fist ever so slowly. Lore rolled her eyes, headed into the kitchen to grab one of the mugs to fill it with water, a bag of ice for the bump on his head as well as some strong pain killers to ease his headache. She didn't plan on doing this because she liked him; she was going to do it to get him to stop groaning about his headache. In the meantime Lotte and Romey just kind of stood in the living room watching him; Romey with a protective arm around her woman.
"Jeez she really did a number on him…" Romey muttered.
"I know…poor guy…" Lotte replied.
The two women glanced down to the man once again; surprised if not a little shocked at his appearance. He was shirtless, well-muscled, and very tan. They even caught the slight glimpse of hair on his chest and a small trail beneath his navel. He even had a slight bit of scruff on his handsome rugged face. His long dark hair fanned out on the armrest as well as framed his face ever so slightly. There were leather bracers on his forearms and he seemed to be wearing a leather skirt, or kilt, the girls weren't sure. There was a magnitude of leather he wore even if his torso was lacking it. The boots even were made of leather. They scanned up and noticed the bone necklace adorned around his strong neck. The girls stood there in silence as they examined him; however, they froze when he began to preen under their gaze. The man knew he was good looking and he knew damn well many women wouldn't mind having a good romp with him. He was proud of what the gods had given him. Every single aspect. Despite the throbbing pain in his head a smirk crossed his lips as he eyed the curved of the brunette in the orange haired individual's arms. He rather liked how she looked.
"Oh great he's a lech too!"
Thank the lord Lore had returned; she noticed how he was eyeing her roommates. Upon hearing her voice the man's face broke into a scowl. Tension entered the room as Lore returned with a mug full of cold water, a bag of ice, and two painkillers in her hands. Knowing that Lore's temper could easily rival a dragon's Lotte and Romey quickly made themselves scarce, leaving the brute and their roommate alone in the living room; both silently thanked her for taking his attention off of them. She placed the mug of water and the bag of ice on the end table before pressing the two small pills in his hand. His green eyes flickered up to her, annoyed and untrusting.
"What are these?" He grunted.
She reached over to pick up the ice cold bag in her hand.
"Painkillers." She responded placing the bag of ice to the bump on his head. He shoved her hand away shivering at the sting of the cold on his scalp.
"That's cold!"
"No shit Sherlock! It will help with the swelling! Besides you've got a mane of hair!" She moved her arm away from his hand and pressed the cool bag to his head again.
"Woman! I said that's cold!" He shoved the bag away again growling at her. Her eyes narrowed dangerously into slits once more. Lore wasn't scared of him. No man scared her.
"You may be stronger than me and you may be a lot bigger than me, but right now you are at my mercy. Deal with it." Her tone was icy cold and rather dangerous. For a final time she pressed the bag to his head again and again he tried to push it away but she grabbed his wrist before he could. He snarled at her wanting nothing more than to get away from this…dwelling and the bitch that had him at her mercy.
"I can send you to prison if you keep this up. You're lucky I'm not reporting you." She retorted. He glared and backed down because she mentioned prison. Prison was a place he'd rather not go, not if he sought after Khalar, and she was offering him the chance. It made no sense to him that she would take care of him and keep him out of prison. Why was she doing this? He figured he would ask her later. He was after all at her mercy and she held the threat of prison over his head. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to cooperate with her…besides she had a nice set of boobs and she was rather easy on the eyes. He glanced down to the pills in his hand.
"Painkillers?" he asked.
Lore nodded reaching for the mug of water. Unfortunately for her, her breasts hovered over his face, barely touching his nose. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as she did this; he on the other hand smirked at the fact that a woman was locating her breasts in front of his face. He may not like his current caretaker but he gave her credit for having a rather ample bosom. Lore leaned back with the mug in her hand giving him a slightly irritated look at the smirk on his face.
"Don't get any ideas just because my breasts were in your face buddy. Swallow the pills."
He raised a brow glancing from her to the pills.
"These better not be poison woman."
"Okay one they are pain killers. They help get rid of pain and two I'm not anyone's woman so stop calling me that."
He smirked at her annoyance before taking the pills and swallowing…with a little difficulty. She handed him the mug to drink the ice water and greedily he drank from it then gasped a bit for air. The bag of ice that was resting on his head had fallen off the armrest of the couch.
"People tend to drink water with pills instead of swallow them dry dumbass." It was her turn to smirk. He glared a bit shoving the cup in her hand.
"You could have told me that before woman."
Lore rolled her eyes and glared slightly at him setting the mug on the end table again this time careful to avoid sticking her breasts in his face.
"I have a name." She said slightly annoyed.
"Then what is it?" He asked giving her a bit of sass in his voice. She glared.
"My name is Lore."
"What kind of a name is that?" He scrunched up his face in slight annoyance at how strange her name sounded to him.
"It's short for Lorea. It means flower." She replied rather proud of what her name meant.
'Her name sounds so delicate…and she's not delicate. Why did her parents name her that.' He thought to himself.
"Well I've given you my name I might as well know yours instead of calling you brute."
He somewhat glared a bit at her.
"Conan."
'Like Conan the barbarian…' She thought.
"Conan the Barbarian." She muttered aloud to herself.
