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M Note:
I'm cleaning up the fic a little.
"I have an hour before we go at it again, right? Good, I am pretty sure that I can't move."
Davina breathes out. She wants to cry because her body hurts and also she wants food.
But Mikael had insisted that she keep her food intake light in the morning otherwise she'd puke like all-over the place and she would not want that.
Now that she has a break and can breathe again without thinking it'll be her last.
She is grateful for him but damn. It would not have killed him to be a little nice about it. The training.
He could have been a just little more lenient without having her think he'd be playing favorites with her.
In truth her ass hurts and something in her lower back ain't right.
She has got some painful blisters on her hands while that is by far not even close to the worst of it.
Davina only wants to point it out the most. Because sheesh. She feels like she went through the ringer.
"You should not become dependent on this. I won't always be there to protect you or help you out."
"Either I will be occupied myself or I will think you can handle it on your own."
"Think about it seriously. What will happen if. When you are stuck in enemy territory overseas."
He had missed the opportunity to throw some light encouragement in there. On purpose because it was not necessary or his job to coddle her.
But he is not done yet there is still an opportunity here if he feels like she should get one towards the end.
"You can't just snap your fingers and be fine. Well you probably can since you are a witch but what if someone happens to see and you get singled out."
"Discovered a witch. It won't be or end pretty. I swear it. You should not wait for someone to come and save the day. It is annoying and no one likes a burden or excuses."
This is a touchy subject to him because his all of his children are idiots.
Always going about life repeating the same stupid mistakes and not taking anything serious until shit hits the fan.
He 100% knows they take after Esther, their beautiful mother in the aspect.
"People die or get maimed, tortured. Extorted by those bastards looking for weaknesses or things."
"Significant relationships that make you happy-vulnerable if you aren't careful. Don't act like a petulant child about it. Get it through your head already."
Okay he didn't go for it but it is fine at least he was not mean about it, his light criticism.
After a long minute he bites his wrist. Holds it to her mouth only to find, have her looking at him.
Like he slapped her butt in public or kicked a puppy because anger is displayed on her gorgeous face and he is thinking it suits her but that it has no real effect on him because it has no place here.
It is obvious that she got what she has because of what she gave and she knows it.
Just because he displayed a moment of kindness and generosity does not mean he won't hold her accountable for her shit.
She fucked up therefore should own it and learn from it, her mistakes so she won't repeat them in the future.
Hopefully.
That is what life is.
He has always believed in telling it like it is and he will not change now just because he thinks-knows but doesn't want to admit just yet.
That he might-most definitely be-is getting-catching feelings. Odin help him.
What does she take him for.
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She bites into his flesh more to make a point than because it was necessary while he stares as blood drips down her chin and onto her throat.
Saying 'thank you' as she wipes at her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt.
Because she is going to shower before leaving for work later anyway and has to look presentable.
Smell better.
She is surprised when he vamps on-top of her for the best kiss she has had in her whole life until this point.
Davina let the spell book she had been halfheartedly holding drop on her couch after a second into it and gets up when it is over. Her legs a little shaky.
Because holy shit.
She walks over to the fridge for a water bottle asking if he wants one and he shakes his head.
"You did not show any real signs of improvement until I threatened to cancel our trip to Cayo Espanto. Thanks to that you have gotten cut up."
"Shot at then burned and poisoned towards the end there. Was it worth it? Because judging from that limp and extensive injuries you had earlier. Well I am not so sure.."
He side glanced her way and her demeanor is instantaneously shy looking. Embarrassed because her face is flush red and she looks sheepish like she broke a Picasso while playing Xbox or talking shit to someone on chatrooms.
They have been there twice already. She knows what she has done.
"I know. Thanks again for not killing me with the last attack. It was horrifying. I almost peed myself."
He chuckled and kisses her hair because he was definitely a little rough on her towards the end but she'd begged him.
Again and again to 'test' her skill as if engaging her in regular sparing wasn't bad enough now she wants full on. Real battles. He thinks her insane but he has no room for judgment.
She is quite a woman and he is glad he met her.
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"You know I was wondering.." She had walked towards him with that particular strut to her step that was a tell-tale sign that she wants something other than training from him. This time.
Maybe she wants him to end today's training session early? Or to increase the level of difficulty when she knows she is still nowhere near good enough to be at this one yet. The overachiever. He appreciates her zeal.
"No. No. Davina, look at some point you are going to have to expect the unexpected."
"People are surprising that way. Especially in this day and age. No one fights fair or with honor anymore."
"It is easier to get weapons and use the element of surprise."
He meets her gaze head-on and she looks like she is listening. Reluctantly acknowledging that he has a point and is still helping her so she is happy with whatever happens or he dishes out.
"A quick heads up. I am bumping up your curriculum because I think you ready to move forward with the training. To a lesser extent than todays"
"For the love of Odin, obviously but you showed a real fire when you felt like it."
"We will see if intervals work better by distributing your exercises with a light incentive perhaps. It could be a start until you get back to not slacking off."
"I got shot and you call that improvement. What's next. Are we fighting a tornado?" She is looking at him like he is the one making things unnecessarily difficult but she supposed that she should..
Could understand what he is saying. Where he is coming from and what he is trying to get her to keep in the back of her head.
She took a seat on the couch across from him and wondered where she left her phone. Well thinking bout it now she hasn't seen it in days.
Holy shit.
"You did it on purpose. I saw you drop your guard at the last minute. You are lacking in confidence and need to get past it." He grabs the remote control and sits down on the couch. Channel surfing as he keeps talking.
Mikael knows she needs a break. He thinks he might as well enjoy it too.
"Fear and pain are always welcome because they are a go to that push you forward. Keep you on your toes."
"Reminding you that you are alive. More than once you have said you want to be strong."
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"It doesn't always come naturally. You have to go, live through some unsavory shit. Keep your head up. Held high under any circumstance."
"Mercy is for the weak. Unless you really aren't inclined for the life but even then you have to keep your emotions to yourself and fake it."
"Don't think for a moment that just because you are pretty hot you will always get a free pass."
He thinks of his children.
His sons and daughters differ in personality, aspects but one way or another they had all been taught.
Learned the same lesson. Gone though different circumstances, shit.
So they know what is at stake normally.
"I know that. I'm not shallow..all the time. You should try demonstrating."
She had moved to stand then was like 'nah'.
Taking a seat beside him on the couch when he looks stuck in thought for a minute and wipes at the sweat on her face with a paper towel. Then hands one over.
Not surprised that there is dried up blood on her skin.
Apparently he is not finding anything worthwhile so he turns off the TV and kisses her knee as if telling her to get ready more than to show affection or encouragement. Licking at the blood he finds.
Backing off.
"Fine. You want it like that you'll get it. Pick up a sword." He smiles at her and she groans in disappointment. She is exhausted. She sighs. Looking forlorn.
Noticing that nothing happened because he won't budge she kicks him lightly.
"What..seriously? Not now. I'm tired. C'mon. Dude." She looks like she is about to pout and he knows what she is doing here.
Because she only acts like this around him. In private. Always a petulant child.
"No. Whining won't help or save you. An opponent doesn't just spare time to contemplate on your state of mood or physical state."
"They just kill you. Or re-kill you depending on what you are. There is usually no wasted seconds about it either. Lets go. Get into formation."
"Mikael really. You suck..when I can walk again I'm crushing your-" She had looked like there was going to be serious fire behind the treat and he shut it down by cutting her off.
Knowing it was rude on his part but not caring about it right now. He'd make it up to her, eventually. First he had to make it so much worse. Get her worked up.
"Davina. You wanted a demonstration so I will show what I meant. Now stand up, your opinion is irrelevant on the subject.."
"Excuse yourself." There it is. The tone of voice that lets guys all over the world no matter the language barrier know they have fucked up and should definitely apologize as soon as possible.
"Sword" The atmosphere in the living room seems to chill significantly but Mikael doesn't care.
He has faced, lived through worse and been fine more or less. She better move.
"Mikael" Davina looks like she is about to send him to the doghouse because he is still a man and in this instance she holds him by the balls.
"I was out of line." He clears his throat and she can see heat color his face as blood rushes to it.
He seems to get past it a moment later to meet her gaze evenly and fuck.
He's so cute.
She totally wants to go down on him. But not now. She has to hold her ground. There is no way in hell he will talk like that to her.
He has to respect her otherwise as much as she loves him. He's gonna have to go and vice versa because that is how it should go.
Had gone up until now even though it could have been so much worse.
"..Rude to get a reaction. Rise out of you. You will not be getting an apology because I know you."
"My little witch you are at your best when out for blood, death. Revenge. It is attractive."
"You fight with the spirit of a warrior but on the other side of that coin. The agility of a wimpy boy so it has got to improve."
She laughed. Planning on being angry at first but that last part changed her tune because it had caught her so off guard.
That and she has to recognize that he isn't lying.
Her stomach hurts and she does not miss his smile.
It is beautiful.
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"I got a better idea. Let's take a break. Something meaningful. I can make it worth your while." She winks at him sensually or tries to because she's still laughing.
Then looks him over as her fingers work there way in and out of her with deliberate ease.
Lowering her thong, thinking the whole time she had been up there proving herself and skills that wearing sexy underwear had not been the move. The right one.
Well until now that is. She pushed them to her ankles instead of pushing it to the side while his gaze is fixed on her face before going to her hands.
Roaming the rest of her then settling on her mouth.
When had she unbuttoned her pants? Kicked them to the floor. Now she's pulling at her long sleeve shirt and he can see more of her clearly.
Sweat clinging to her skin.
The bruising has faded but he can see that there is a slight chance that she isn't moving quickly.
Because she still has phantom aches from the injuries that should have been there, had been moments ago.
He can smell her arousal dripping down the inside of her thighs as her hand is knuckles deep now and she is trying to stop a moan with her other hand.
Held above her lips while he is just standing around.
Enjoying the show.
"Mikael, get back here." She wants to move this back onto the mattress but is trembling because she feels far too oversensitive to touch even though it is only her own right now.
She sighed softly when he flipped her into a sitting position onto the couch and she felt him kiss her ankle.
Move up slowly enough to have her go crazy with need. She needs something to anchor herself. A small distraction so she does not orgasm yet.
"Mikael, oh fuck. Tell me about your parents."
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"Why?" He had stopped kissing her. Pulling away a little at the mention of his family because what the fuck.
"I want to know more about you. Your life. Hopes, dreams, fears. All the lovey dovey crap that goes with it. What is your Hogwarts house? If you don't know we can figure it out."
"Right now?" He wants to ask what a Hogwarts is but he might not like the answer because she is looking manic with excitement.
Still he likes this side of her too. She's so cute.
"You said people are surprising that way. Implying I should try the unexpected." Well he had said that but he hadn't meant this. Or now.
Oh well. He will tell her anyway.
"My father was a strong warrior and my mother was what one would call a shield maiden. A female warrior."
"They met in battle. While he was raiding a small village. She'd almost killed him."
"That is also kind of similar to how I met Esther. Although her sister had been the one to almost do it."
"Let me see..he was mean. A good guy at heart unlikely, that I saw anyway but he taught me to be a warrior. A man of honor and has my gratitude for it."
Mikael sat up and put some space between them because there is absolutely no way.
That he is going to continue talking about this while taking her from behind or against the marble coffee table or couch.
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"She. My mother was kind but could hold her own under any circumstance and didn't take his actions."
"Or attitude without dishing it out herself just as fiercely. She demanded respect so it was given."
"That is how I tried to raise my daughters but Rebekah was odd amongst girls of her time. Probably still is to be honest, I know what I've got and Freya. My little girl was taken from me at a young age."
"You know without the need for battles or fighting. They were my girls, I didn't want to expose them to the reality of the world just yet if ever. If I'm honest."
Davina had long since ceased her actions, taken a shuddering breath when she pulled her fingers out of herself. Sitting up. Righting herself.
"How did you meet Esther. Make her your wife, how did you propose? I want to compare for the future. I bet it was epic. Oh I can't wait." She squeals with delight.
"I'm going to marry you? Really, now." He smiles at her raising an eyebrow playfully then kissing her hand.
"Duh. We are planning a Spring wedding. I love the rain and I want a rainbow. In a Palace and a Church because I'm a princess and before God. Or Odin in your case. Both maybe."
"We can invite your kids. All of them. Friends. Marcel definitely. Or have it be a semi-private ceremony in a few years. When we are both ready. Certain."
"We should also sky dive afterwards. That'd be so cool and fun. Un-toppable so unlike me when we finish talking here."
He laughs and says 'anything else' to which she replies 'don't temp me'. Letting him know now that she would make a list of things if he keeps pushing it'.
After a few minutes he composes himself and continues from what he had saying.
"I was raiding her village with a number of Vikings and we kidnapped them basically. Her sister Dalia and her."
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"To answer your unasked question. No they didn't get raped or violated as far as I know. The women in our village held great value."
"For they bring life, heal. Love us. We cherish them. Still do and how I saw it at the time we wanted wives not more slaves. Especially when it came to her."
"We fell in love relatively quickly. Hard and stupidly. I realized that I wanted her to spend her life beside me."
"Therefore I told her as much. I was direct and she accepted. It was easy. Real cut and dry actually."
Davina stood up and took the opportunity to leave her underwear by the coffee table. Close to her line of sight where she would not forget them.
"How many languages did you know before becoming a vampire? You sometimes sleep-talk in the morning."
She had wanted to ask this question in particular a while back but had held off on it till the opportunity presented itself which means now.
" Old Norse-Norwegian. Our village held a good amount of trade. My travels fast and wide for the time period."
"I later began to teach Freya and Finn but let it ease up around the time Rebekah was born. Since most of my children were more interested in the native tongue of the tribes in the New world and English."
"You know what, English took me some time to master. A lot of practice but the more frequently I tried using it, implementing it to my routine the easier it got."
There is a moment of silence then Davina speaks.
"I'm going to hit the shower before I don't want to leave anymore. You're welcome to follow." She is down for the challenge.
Wants to see if she can make him say something in one of those languages during sex and is definitely going to find out.
Wants it right now he just has to take the bait.
He pulls his shirt off and she almost crashed into a wall, had at one point before because fuck.
This man is built right.
Who told him this was alright? He should not be this good-looking but he is defying logic.
Especially at his age, she isn't fooling herself.
Knows what it looks like at events or parties but does not mind. She loves him for who, what he is and knows what he is not
But damn.
Hands down. She won at life. The pot of gold with this one. When people spoke of finding religion she is almost certain this is what they meant to say.
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She kisses him harshly with a rush to her movements now before he moves back a little.
Looking at her like he wants to say something but refusing to go for it.
He had pulled one of her legs up.
Placed it around his hip and taken her against the wall as warm water pours on them.
Using a good amount of lube on his cock as he holds onto her ass and his other hand has her hands above her head.
Thrusting in slowly just to pull out and tease her entrance, around her clit with his cock.
She moaned loud enough to have him feeling smug because she is looking like she needs to get thoroughly fucked this instant.
Then she is calling him something filthy, out of context. He increases his speed. Capturing her lips in his.
He cannot help a groan of his own when she nips at his neck so he returns the favor by thrusting faster and harder. Holding her up with both hands now.
She is calling his name in-between stuttered breaths and broken, needy moans.
He knows she is close when he licks at a nipple because she has got her eyes shut, screaming.
So pretty to him.
Her breathing is shallow and short as her clutches around him and he can feel her orgasm hit her hard as she rides it out.
Clinging onto him. Digging her neatly manicured nails into his back. Drawing blood.
He says something she can't understand against her shoulder as he comes deep inside her.
And she wants to do anything he would ask of her in that moment because damn, she hadn't expected it to be this hot but isn't surprised.
"Let's move this to the bed, Mikael." She doesn't have to wait long till she is tossed onto the mattress.
He is towering over her and for a second she completely forgets how to breathe. She swears she is going to come again.
"I am certain I want to spend my life with you. No matter what comes our way."
She has so not been good about keeping her mouth shut these days.
When it comes to him.
What she wants. Because knowing him taught her that she should say what she means.
To stand up for herself and believe that she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it because she is slowly proving it to herself by working her ass off.
"I know my little witch." He reaches out to move some hair out of her face and she pulled him into the bed.