Beautiful AU. Viking!lock, enjoy ;)
Molly couldn't believe her father's words. How could her father do this to her? She was his only daughter, for crying out loud!
"Father please, don't force me into this. Please,I beg you."
Her father looked at her sadly and touched her cheek with one of his wrinkled hands.
"My beautiful daughter. I wish things weren't this way. But you have heard him, love. He wants the princess to be his woman, otherwise, he and his army will ravage the kingdom."
Molly was sobbing now. She doen't want to marry that brute bastard, but she understood that it was for the well-being of her people. There wasn't another way to save them.
"Father, I'll do as you ask. Now lead me to the throne room."
They walked slowly, knowing that as soon as the chief of the Viking clan laid his cold and merciless eyes on her, they would never be able to be together again.
On the throne room the chief of the Holmes clan stood proudly, looking bored. By his side was the man that had presented himself as John, his advisor and best friend. The chief was large and quite muscular, with pale skin, dark curly hair and incredibly sharp cheekbones. He was so beautiful that if he wasn't a savage that destroyed everything he touched, Molly would have been more tan happy to marry him.
On the other hand, his companion despite being a little more bulkier in built, was a good ten inches smaller tan him. And in his eyes, there was not the same fierceness and coldness, instead there was a calm and serene expresion that made him look more diplomatic.
Both warriors, although it was one of the colder seasons of the year, were only dressed in furry loincloths and furry boots, showig them that they couldn't care less about the weather. That made them appear even more bestial.
"You are late." The chief spoke. His deep voice rumbled through the entire room.
"My apologies, my lord. I had to prepare my daughter." The King said, pointing towards Molly.
The chief gave her a curious glare and narrowed his eyes. Then, walked slowly towards her and stopped in front of her, towering over her small and scared frame. He extended an enormous hand and caressed her face, causing her to shiver under his touch. His hands were so cold and so rough…
Grunting approvingly, he hauled her over his shoulder and carried her toward the entrance of the castle, were the horses were waiting. John followed them in silence, not daring to disturb his superior.
Molly knew in that moment that she would never come back.
They have been riding for nearly four hours, with Molly in the chief's horse with her back pressed against his broad chest. She could feel the muscles on his chest rise and fall with every exhalation and inhalation, and his hot breath on her neck.
Occasionally she discovered him smelling her hair, capturing her essence like an animal. In that frecuent occassions she would stiffen, causing him to stiffen too.
When the horses couldn't take one more step, they finally acamped. Molly didn't dare to move any muscle or to speak, fearing the consequences. She didn't even eat. Well, she didn't until the chief put a deer leg in front of her.
"Eat." That was not a suggestion, that was an order that have to be accomplished, if not…
She slowly nibbed the leg, realizing how hungry she was. The chief relaxed his stance and gave her a half smile.
"It's now my job to feed you." He said calmly.
The food ended and Molly felt really tired. She hadn't slept in all day and she needed rest. The chief looked at her and signaled to his tent.
"Sleep there."
She quickly obeyed, and as soon as she entered the tent, she broke into sobs. She didn't know if they could hear her, but she didn't care. She had all right to do this.
When the sobs and tears finally ended, she took a look through the tent. Unlike the tents she had seen in books or had heard in the legends. There weren't any swords, axes and other weapons. Instead there were anathomy books and ancient medicine scrolls.
Curiosity got the best of her and took one of the scrolls. She was in the middle of an interesting essay about medical herbs when the flap of the tent was drawn aside.
"Do you like them?"
She squeaked and the scroll fell from her hands. That caused the chief gave a booming laugh.
"Y-yes my lord." She nodded shyly.
"Sherlock."
"S-sorry?"
"You shall call me Sherlock, kona. Now let's go to sleep"
Molly nodded and followed him to the center of the room, where he was dispossed to lay. She stiffened when she felt his arm curling protectively around her waist and pulling her to him, but soon relaxed and fell asleep listening to the beating of his heart.
Sherlock looked at the small princess on his arms. She was so fragile and so delicate that an air stream could easily break her. He would kill anyone who dare to lay a finger on what's his.
It had nearly broken his cold heart hearing her sobs. He didn't want her to be sad, never. He swore to Odin that he would win her love at any cost.
"Minn Kona, Minn Vif…" He said before drifting to sleep.