Title: Mine to Hold
Summary: Fafnir could be quite possessive of what is his~
Pairings: Fafnir/Hrothgar
AN: I claim this pairing as mine! XD Because Hrothgar needs more love and why not? This was rather interesting to write. So I hope you'll give this pairing a chance and enjoy reading~
Hrothgar was a patient and understanding person. Well, to a certain degree at least. He understood that a person's negative emotions could override rational thought. He understood that pain and desperation could push a person to do some truly life-threatening things. He understood what it felt like to have your ultimate goal rejected at the last second because, honestly, there were far better outcomes to consider.
He had been there, done that.
But he also knew that at times of stress, emotional or physical, that emotions could cause more harm than good. That there were times when feelings had to be put aside to allow for rational thought to take control.
And as he looked silently at the man before him, eyes wide and nostrils flared with sheer frustration, he knew that the best thing he could do was to remain rational.
Hrothgar was fortunate the he had such a rational and compassionate person to talk him down from his emotional driven suicide to defeat the Chimera on his own. He was fortunate that he had someone strong and reliable to aid him through his pains.
So he wanted to show the man before him the same kind of compassion and understanding.
But he was slowly starting to test him.
The man, a guard by trade, had just confessed his admiration and…lust-centric intentions toward him. And was waiting impatiently for him to respond.
But Hrothgar had already responded to his admission. He tried to be polite, to be understanding and tactful. But that wasn't what the man wanted to hear from him. He would not accept the possibility that Hrothgar simply could not return his feelings.
And it truly wasn't possible. He couldn't even pretend that there was a remote possibility. It would be unfair to the both of them if Hrothgar admitted feelings he simply did not possess.
"I understand that this is painful to hear," Hrothgar said as he tried to stay rational and diplomatic. "But I simply cannot return your feelings."
"Why not?" the man demanded loudly, prompting Hrothgar to be grateful that they were standing in the silent corner of the inn's foyer, and not somewhere more public just in case rationality took a backseat to pure emotion.
Why not? That was a question he kept asking him. Why not? Well, there was a very good reason why not.
"Because he's mine."
Hrothgar all but jumped a foot in the air when an arm suddenly looped around his waist and he felt himself be tugged backwards into a warm and familiar chest. Though he stiffened out of surprise at first, he soon relaxed and had to swallow back a sigh of relief.
Fafnir…
When Fafnir wrapped his other arm around his waist, folding them securely over Hrothgar's stomach, Hrothgar settled himself easily against Fafnir's chest. He turned his head slightly to the side and placed his hands atop of Fafnir's when the other man rested his cheek against his temple.
Hrothgar didn't need to look up to know that Fafnir was glaring the other man down. And he couldn't help but allow a small smile to slip across his lips. It always made him feel cherished whenever Fafnir was protective of him. And, surprisingly, that was quite a lot.
"I really think you should leave now," Fafnir said to the guard as he tightened his hold around Hrothgar. "I won't hesitate to drop you where you stand. He's mine, no matter what. If I wouldn't let the Chimera have him, I'm sure as hell not letting someone like you."
Hrothgar felt torn between uttering a soft chuckle at the protective tone, flushing at the admission of their relationship or wincing at the threat as he knew it wasn't an idle one. His cursed arm was quite efficient at delivering a swift, knock-out blow to someone's face.
He had done that before.
And as Hrothgar glanced over at the guard, the grimace and the subtle look of fear on his face told him that he knew it wasn't an idle threat either. However, an unexpected look of defiance suddenly appeared on his face.
"I could treat him better than you can," he said.
Hrothgar unintentionally made a sound that was a mix of a snort and a scoff. A sound that was pure disbelief and scepticism. He followed that up with a sigh and reached out to grasp Fafnir's right hand as he shook his head in exasperation.
"Look, for heaven's sake, just go," Hrothgar said and gave the guard a pointed look as he pushed his back against Fafnir's chest in an attempt to stop him from actually going through with his previous threat. "Hanna doesn't want blood dripping on her newly polished floors. So please leave."
The guard continued to look defiant for a few moments longer. However, the expression of barely restrained protectiveness and possessiveness on Fafnir's face must have caused him to second guess his stance as he took a half step back. He then took another before he promptly turned on his heel and stalked away rather quickly.
Fafnir made a low, guttural sound of annoyance as he continued to glare at the retreating guard. He did relax his agitated stance though when Hrothgar nuzzled his head against his.
"Another one…" Fafnir muttered under his breath.
Tugging lightly at Fafnir's arm, Hrothgar managed to get him to loosen his hold just enough for him to turn around to face him, to stand chest to chest with him. "Impeccable timing," he said as Fafnir promptly reinstated his secure hold around him and he in turn draped his arms comfortably around his neck.
"I told you you're too beautiful without your armour," Fafnir said to him as he continued to frown and peer around at their surroundings with true suspicion. "I can't leave you alone for even a second."
Hrothgar gave a small, half chuckle as he pushed forward and gently kissed Fafnir on the cheek in hopes to calm him down somewhat. At least prompt the man to turn his glare away from the direction the guard had disappeared in. "I was waiting for you when he suddenly appeared. I honestly wasn't sure what he was rambling about for a few minutes."
"That doesn't surprise me," Fafnir unexpectedly replied as he slid a hand along Hrothgar's spine to the back of his neck where his fingers threaded themselves through his hair. "He was persistent, though."
Hrothgar uttered a soft sigh when a shiver of what could only be described as bliss raced down his spine from the talented fingers massaging the back of his head. "Apparently, since he claimed to have feelings for me, I was in turn obliged to return them. Regardless if I actually felt the same way or not."
Without any warning whatsoever, Fafnir tightened his arms around him to crush him up against his chest, one hand at the back of his head while the other stayed secure around the small of his back. The way Fafnir was holding him, his back was arched back at a slight angle, not enough for him to fall back, but enough that he had to grip at the collar of Fafnir's shirt out of pure instinct.
Hrothgar flushed deeply as he skittishly glanced around at their surroundings, his heart fluttering with excitement and anticipation upon realising that Fafnir's face was mere inches away from his. "We're out in public," he murmured, though did nothing to push the other man away.
Though Fafnir was physically stronger than he, he knew that a slight tap against his chest would have been enough for Fafnir to get the message and take a step back. So, even though he was embarrassed that someone might see them, he wasn't going to be the one to stop…whatever Fafnir was planning.
And he soon found out what the swordsman was planning. Before Hrothgar could say anything else, Fafnir abruptly closed the gap between them to cover his mouth with his own. Hrothgar's eyes immediately closed on their own accord and his mind went blank as Fafnir slipped his tongue past his lips to thoroughly inspect the interior of his mouth.
The feel of Fafnir heated mouth and talented tongue dominating him completely caused shivers of delight to race down Hrothgar's spine, prompting him to unintentionally tighten his grip on his shirt. A soft moan involuntarily slipped past his lips when Fafnir momentarily pulled away from him to take a deep breath of air and to tilt his head to the other side, only to immediately press forward and take Hrothgar's lips with his own.
Hrothgar was relieved that Fafnir's arm was so secure around him for the way he was kissing him made his legs feel weak. At this point, he wasn't entirely sure he would be able to stand on his own should the other suddenly pull away.
"Holy crap, guys! Right here?"
The sound of Flavio's incredulous voice caused Hrothgar to snap his eyes open in surprise. However, Fafnir continued to kiss him heatedly for a few moments longer, either not healing the survivalist or simply didn't care.
"Faf-" Hrothgar muttered against his lips and tried to push him away.
With a sound that could only be described as a disgruntled grumble, Fafnir finally tore his mouth away from Hrothgar's, but kept the blushing and spluttering protector securely in his arms.
"Must you interrupt?" Fafnir all but snapped.
With his face burning with desire and embarrassment, Hrothgar dared not to turn his head to look. But he knew that Flavio and potentially Bertrand had caught the two of them essentially making out in the front foyer of the inn.
W-well, at least it wasn't Hanna, right?
Though Flavio wasn't much better. Hrothgar couldn't allow himself to look and see that disapproving motherly expression on his face. He was probably standing there with his hands on his hips and tapping his foot impatiently, too.
"Hm? Couldn't you even make it to your own room?" Bertrand suddenly quipped at them, sounding completely unconcerned and unbothered by their overly public display of affection.
"There are young eyes present," Flavio added with a light hint of scolding. "You really need to take this to somewhere more private."
Uttering another disgruntle grunt, Fafnir unexpectedly but rapidly swept Hrothgar into his arms and while Hrothgar was still trying to grasp the sudden change in position, turned toward the stairs to head to his room.
"You're right," he said as he easily took two steps at a time. "We should continue this in my room."
Hrothgar flushed deeply and uttered a soft sound of surprise. However, instead of pushing the man away, he wrapped his arms around his neck and briefly wondered if he would have the chance to prepare himself, mentally and physically.
One thing was certain, though; he wasn't going to be able to walk tomorrow.
AN: Eeeeh, I love Hrothgar~ And I now have two people to pair him with. I don't think I could pair him with Flavio though. In my head they are purely platonic snuggle buddies. They have the potential to be the best of friends who bitch to each other about their significant others ^^
