A/N: This chapter contains a song that belongs to the band "The Pretty Reckless". This song is POST-Battle of Hogwarts, and fairly new. Seeing as this is an A/U story, I didn't see there being a problem with using it. The character Taylor is so named because Taylor Momsen is the singer of the song I used, and I thought it was a nice way to give credit where credit was due. Hope you enjoy this next chapter!
Asta and Hermione arrived in Asta's sittingroom floo, quickly moving out of the way so Brynjar and Malfoy wouldn't crush them. Asta gently laid Hermione on the sofa before straightening herself up, and a moment later Brynjar came strutting through the floo with Malfoy over his shoulder.
"Just lay him next to her, I'm going to find my father." Asta directed as she made her way towards the archway, abruptly turning to look at Brynjar. "And DO NOT leave them until I get back." She added with a knowing look on her face, Brynjar just rolled his eyes and waved her off.
Asta started searching the house for her father, finding him in the library, of course the last place she looks. She knocked on the door lightly and waited for him to turn around.
"Asta my child!" He called happily as he opened his arms for her to walk into. "What are you doing back so soon? Where's Brynjar?" Her father asked as he crushed her in his arms.
"Brynjar's in the sittingroom with Hermione Granger and our hostage Draco Malfoy, and before you get angry that I gave away our location, they were stunned when we floo'd here." Asta added rapidly, seeing her father was about to scold her.
Her father didn't look happy, but then again he never really did. He always looked like someone had just insulted him. He was tall with grey streaked blacked hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. A black mustache and bushy beard, with matching grey streaks. His eyes were the same penetrating blue as Asta's, though with more knowledge and experience behind them. His build was smaller than Brynjar's, but was still intimidating.
"Alright. Why did you risk bringing them here?" Abraxus asked her as he lead the way out of the library towards where Brynjar was, monitoring them.
"Hermione asked to borrow some of your books on Dark Magic, to help bring down Snakeman." Asta explained as she fiddled with her hair, a bad habit of hers. "She has agreed to let us help her and her friends father! Brynjar and I will be helping Harry Potter defeat the Snakeman!"
"That's wonderful news!" Abraxus exclaimed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. "When will you be off with them?"
"Saturday. We are helping Alastor transport Harry Potter to a safe-" Asta begun but was stopped short when she noticed her father was no longer walking with her.
"You're helping Alastor?" Abraxus growled, glaring at his daughter. "Why?"
"Father please, he is a trusted friend of Albus Dumbledore, and he is an Auror and member of the Order! He is involved in the protection of Harry Potter, he was our only connection to him, I had to use him." Asta pleaded, wanting her father to not be angry with her, especially since she's accomplished that they set out to do. "He wanted me to tell you he is sorry, and that you would know what he was talking about."
Abraxus' shoulders stiffened when he heard her say Alastor said he was sorry. The man abandoned his people and way of life, and now he was sorry? He left when Abraxus needed him most, he was selfish and insubordinate, something he couldn't forgive him for.
"You are staying with him?" Abraxus asked in a dangerous tone.
"Well we are staying in his house; he is away making sure everything is set and secure for Saturday!" Asta snapped back at him getting angry with his attitude. "I mean, where did you think we were going to fucking go? The local Wizarding Motel? They would never rent us a room! Not to mention our tent is not fully repaired from when Brynjar wrecked it, I've still got a few repairs to make on it before we can use it again! Did you expect us to sleep in the gutter?"
"Don't you dare raise your voice to me!" Abraxus yelled towering over her, failing at making her cower into submission.
"Then don't fucking yell at me for using my wits and the resources that are available to me! You have a problem with Alastor, I do not!" Asta shouted, moving closer to her father that, if she were taller, they would be nose o nose.
Abraxus had no response, he couldn't think if anything to counter her with because she was right. He relaxed his shoulders and sighed in defeat.
"There is no denying you're my daughter, that's for damn sure." He said as he began walking towards the sittingroom again.
"I know that, but why do you say that?" Asta replied, taking up her spot next to him, staring forward.
"Because you're stubborn, just like me." Abraxus replied replied as he turned to look down at his daughter with a lazy half smile.
"This is true." Asta replied smirking slightly . Brynjar had heard their shouting and was standing in the archway to the sittingroom looking nervous, he relaxed when he saw them smiling and chuckling.
"Brynjar ma'boy! Good to see you son!" Abraxus exclaimed as he clasped Brynjar's hand with his own.
"Good to see you too sir." Brynjar replied with a beaming smile.
"Taking care of my daughter right?" Abraxus asked giving Brynjar a knowing look down his nose, making Brynjar turn red.
"Of course sir." Brynjar coughed into his hand and walked towards the couch, where Hermione and Malfoy were starting to come too.
Hermione came to first, startled by the sight of Abraxus, she immediately reached for her wand.
"Hey, it's alright. It's just my father!" Asta said, moving in front of her fath while putting her hands in front of her submissively.
Hermione blushed, tucking her wand in her pocket and straightening up her clothes.
Abraxus watched her with curious eyes, she is the brightest and said bravest witch of her age, yet she was nervous.
"It is an honor to meet you Miss Granger." Abraxus said humbly, bowing slightly towards her.
"Thank you sir. It is an honor o meet you as well." Hermione replied, mimicking his actions.
"Oi! Blondie! Get up already!" Brynjar called out, kicking the couch by Malfoy's head, startling him awake.
As soon as Malfoy laid eyes on Abraxus, he began to crawl away from him on the couch. The man looked fiercer than his daughter! Malfoy didn't think anyone could look fiercer than her!
"Brynjar!" A woman's voice scolded from the archway of the sittingroom. "That is no way to treat a girl!"
Brynjar and Asta busted out in laughter, while Hermione tried to hide her giggles behind her hand.
"What?" The woman commanded putting her hands on her hips. "What did I say that was so funny?"
"I'm not a girl you-" Malfoy began to snap back before Brynjar grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close to his face.
"You better watch your mouth prick, that's my mother you're talking to." Brynjar growled through gritted teeth, staring daggers at Malfoy.
Malfoy looked from Brynjar to the woman in the doorway watching them, as though nothing life threatening could come from the interaction. He could see the resemblance in their eyes, he had his mothers eyes, just like Potter.
"S…. sorry…. Didn't know." Malfoy stuttered.
"You NEVER speak to ANY woman like that! NEVER!" Brynjar growled before Asta put her hand on his arm, and called his name.
"Brynjar." She saud softly, commanding his attention.
Brynjar's head turned to look at her and he relaxed slightly.
"He will learn his manners in time, don't make him shit his pants in my fathers sittingroom." Asta said jokingly as Brynjar slowly released his hold on Malfoy.
"Alright." Brynjar said rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I need to get away from him, I'm going to find Balder and the guys." He announced as he made his way out of the sittingroom, not before stopping to give his mother a kiss on the cheek and a hug.
"Right. Now that that's all done and over with. Father, Astrid, will you help Hermione find the books she needs from the library?" Asta asked kindly as she gestured for Malfoy to follow her.
"You're not going to help her?" Astrid asked, slightly confused as to why she was just leaving Hermione with them.
"I'm not pushing her to tell Brynjar and I what her and her friends are doing, so I would like to give her privacy, but I know she will need help." Asta informed her father and Astrid before turning to Hermione. "You can trust them with what books you need, they respect secrecy, I promise." Asta assured her with a smile and a squeeze of her hand.
"Ok. Thank you Asta, I really appreciate this." Hermione replied with a small smile on her face as she turned to follow Abraxus and Astrid down the hall.
"Alright. Come on blondie. I'm going to show you why Astrid thought you were a girl." Asta commanded as she began to make her way out of the front door, Malfoy's arm in her grasp.
"Get the fuck out of here!" Balder exclaimed after Brynjar told him about what happened earlier this morning. "Keep your fucking money you poor, patient bastard. I don't know how you do it mate, I really don't."
"Yeah really B. Asta's fucking gorgeous!" A brown haired boy proclaimed. "How do you keep your prick under control? Mine would act of its own accord if it were me."
Brynjar raked his hands through his barely-there hair, and leaned back against the weeping willow behind him.
"It's not easy, I'll tell you that much." Brynjar replied with a smirk. "But it'll be worth it in the end, with the small preview I got this morning, I think waiting for her is well worth it." Brynjar added cockily, making his friends chuckle.
"This is why Astrid thought you were a girl." Asta's voice could be heard coming nearer to Brynjar and his friends.
"Not one fucking word about what I told you." Brynjar warned them before Asta and Malfoy were in earshot.
"Thought you were helping Hermione get books?" Brynjar asked casually as he took Malfoy out of Asta's grasp and magically bound him to the willow he was leaning.
"I didn't want to make her feel like she had to tell me what they are going to be doing, so I left her with my dad and your mum." Asta explained as she settled on the ground at Brynjar's feet, leaning back against his legs comfortably.
"What no greeting? No kiss?" Balder teased Asta, who rolled her eyes. "I haven't seen you in days, and I get nothing?"
"I'm afraid that if I kiss you, you'll turn into a toad, and I will lose my favorite punching bag." Asta replied as she punched Balder in the thigh.
"Fuck!" Balder cried out as he rubbed his leg while his friends laughed at his expense. "I'll wear you down eventually."
"Don't hold your breath." Asta said as she turned to look at Malfoy, who was looking around at all the guys like a child encountering a werewolf for the first time.
Balder leaned over to Brynjar, carefully avoiding touching Asta, and asked, "Why's that girl wearing blokes clothes?"
Brynjar snorted with laughter before Malfoy became angry at being called a girl again.
"I'm not a girl you-" Malfoy began before Asta cut him off.
"I would rethink the rest of that sentence blondie. Do you see the size of them compared to you?" Asta said gesturing around at all the guys standing around them. "They are two to three times your size, and you have no wand. I'd keep your trap shut if I were you."
Malfoy couldn't believe his luck with these people. He was getting manhandled and treated like scum, while Granger is getting the royal treatment. Though of course, she isn't a Death Eater.
"Mate, how do you survive?" One of the five big guys asked Malfoy, assessing him with narrowed eyes. "You have no meat on you at all!"
"Really scrawny, isn't he? Ain't no men in our village his size." Another big guy said looking around at his friends for confirmation.
"Wait, so all the men in your village are your size are bigger?" Malfoy asked in awe. As he looked around, he saw that Brynjar was the biggest guy among them. "Hey, big guy, how tall are you?"
"6'5" why?" Brynjar answered noticing Asta's face turn red.
"Are you the biggest guy in the village?" Malfoy asked, curious as to whether or not he was the alpha male amongst these guys.
"Yes I am." Brynjar responded cockily, making all his friends roll their eyes and snort derisively.
"You do know he is talking about height and build right? Because if he was talking about prick size you would lose." Balder said cockily, winking at Asta who rolled her eyes and laughed at her friend.
"Whatever you need to tell yourself mate." Brynjar replied, clapping Balder on the shoulder. "But most guys have a prick LONGER than three inches, like me, mines-" Brynjar began but was cut off by Asta, who had tilted her head back against his legs and looked up at him, causing a wave of heat to wash over him.
"What do you do, measure it in your spare time?" Asta said jokingly.
"I uh…." Brynjar said, trying desperately to form a sentence but could think of nothing other than what Asta could be doing from where she sat. Luckily Malfoy took pity on him and saved him.
"So how big is the smallest guy in the village?" Malfoy asked, drawing the attention of the group back on him.
"Oh there he is, hang on." Asta said standing up and walking over toward the edge of the trees they were standing under. "Hey Eindride! Come over here will you?" Asta called across the lot to some big black haired guy that dwarfed Malfoy.
"Hey Asta!" Eindride said happily as he hugged her with one arm, making the big guy turn red. "Hey Brynjar, what's going on man?" Eindride greeted Brynjar as he clasped hands with him briefly.
"Hey E, just stopping in so Hermione can borrow some books from Abraxus." Brynjar said flatly, straightening up to full height, making Balder and the others smirk at his jealousy.
"Oh so they agreed to take you with them? That's great!" Eindride said enthusiastically, before turning to Asta. "So what did you want from me Asta?"
"Our hostage here wants to know how tall you are." Asta explained as she gestured towards Malfoy, who felt inadequate next to all the large men around him.
"Thought we weren't supposed to be rough with female hostages?" Eindride asked sincerely, looking between Brynjar and Asta.
"I'm not a fucking girl! I'm a guy!" Malfoy shouted in defeat.
"Woah! I'm sorry, you're just so….. small." Eindride apologized, face turning red.
"Ugh, it's fine just…. How tall are you?" Malfoy asked impatiently.
"6' why?" Eindride mumbled, embarrassed of how short he is.
"So, every man in your village is 6' or taller, with broad chests, broad shoulders, and arms half the size of a cauldron?" Malfoy asked looking around at all the guys.
"Yeah." Brynjar said matter-o-factly, crossing his arms.
"Wow." Malfoy said, staring off into space, mind completely blown.
"Well if that's all, Athalia is waiting for me." Eindride winked, walking away to grasp a beautiful blonde girls hand, and walking off into the woods.
"So Asta, how many times have you had to kick Brynjar's ass to keep him in line?" Balder asked cheekily, elbowing Brynjar in the ribs.
"Only once." Asta laughed as she looked at Brynjar, who gave her a look of disbelief.
"Bullshit! When did you have to kick my ass to keep me in line?!" Brynjar looking as though she just told him he was scrawny.
"When you re-broke your fucking hand trying to punch Malfoy!" Asta declared in an incredulous tone.
"That wasn't to keep me in line that was because you were mad that I re-broke my hand! The time you had to keep me in line you climbed on my lap on the couch!" Brynjar shouted excitedly at Asta.
"Woah Asta you climbed on his lap?" Balder teased, making Asta turn red. "Finally admitted you have feelings for him, have you?' Asta was breathing heavy and completely red in the face.
"Balder." Brynjar warned, moving towards Asta in case she made a move toward Balder.
"What she can take a hit like a man, but she can't take a little teasing?" Balder countered giving Asta a mischievous grin.
"Oh really Balder?" Asta said cheekily, an evil grin playing across her lips.
"Yeah really!" Balder pushed, leaning towards Asta.
"How's Alvilda doing Balder?" Asta asked cockily, making Balder go pale.
"Wha… what?" Balder asked nervously, glancing around at all the guys before turning to Asta.
"You heard me. How's Alvilda?" Asta asked, devilishly grinning at Balder who looked like he wanted to throw up.
"I hear you loud and clear, no more teasing you about him." Balder pleaded with wide eyes.
"Good." Asta replied, turning on her heel and walking down into the lot.
"You're a dog!" Brynjar laughed shoving Balder playfully.
"Shut up asshole!" Balder said as he shoved Brynjar back, before walking off into the woods.
"What's wrong with this Alvilda girl? This is the second time I have heard someone react this way at the mention of her." Malfoy asked in an interested voice.
All the guys still standing there exchanged amused looks with each other. It's not every day they have an outsider in their village, especially one who doesn't know about Alvilda.
"Alvilda honestly is a wonderful person, truly has a heart of gold." Brynjar began.
"She is just…" the second biggest guy tried to explain, but apparently couldn't find the right word.
Every one of the guys around him tried to explain why Alvilda was such a big threat, or tease amongst the guys, but fell short.
"Here we'll just show you." The second biggest guy said as he turned to look through the lot.
"Alvilda! Hey Alvilda!" The guy called out to the lot, and a girl turned to look at them. The guy waved her over and she started to make her way towards them.
As she drew closer to them, Malfoy could see what they were talking about. She was a very rough looking girl, big build, very strong looking.
"Oh." Malfoy choked out, eyes wide in shock at the sight of this girl, she made Millicent Bullstrode look feminine.
"Yeah. Really sweet girl, really really sweet, she's just masculine." Brynjar explained with a smile. He really did like Alvilda, she is a good person and he would always drop what he was doing to help her if she asked, she's just not attractive to Brynjar.
"What's up guys? Whose this?" Alvilda asked with a smile as she looked at Malfoy, still strapped to the tree. "I thought you and Asta were away trying to help Harry Potter Brynjar?" Alvilda asked with a devilish smirk at the mention of Asta.
"Yeah we are, Hermione Granger is here borrowing books from from Abraxus." Brynjar explained nodding his head towards Asta's house. "And this," Brynjar nodded towards Malfoy, "is our hostage, Malfoy."
"Ahh I see." Alvilda said disinterested, staring at Brynjar with interested eyes. "So is Asta still pretending you don't have feelings for her, or has she acknowledged you do by now?" Alvilda asked, trying to be seductive. "I know that if I were her I wouldn't keep you waiting, for fear that you would get bored and move on to someone else."
"No she still doesn't believe I do, no matter how many people tell her I do." Brynjar said resting the back of his head against the willow.
"Maybe she, quite stupidly in my opinion, does believe you do but isn't interested. Maybe you should move on to someone else." Alvilda said failing at trying to be subtle about suggesting herself.
"I've only got eyes for her, I'll wait as long as it takes." Brynjar said with a smile.
"Asta's a lucky girl." Alvilda said looking defeated. "Well what did you want Gunnar?"
"Uhhhhh I wanted to spar, but these sots are being lazy, you want to spar?" Gunnar lied looking angry with himself.
"I would but I have to meet up with Audhild, maybe later." Alvilda said apologetically before turning to Brynjar and flashing a big smile at him. "It was good to see you so soon Brynjar."
"Good to see you too Alvilda." Brynjar said before she turned to make her way back down to the lot to meet up with her friend.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Brynjar cringed and shuttered.
"She's got it bad for you mate." Colborn teased as he nudged Brynjar in the ribs.
"I'm not thrilled about it but can you blame her, I mean all the girls do." Brynjar said cockily as he brought his hands behind his head and flexed his arms as a pretty girl walked by, making her blush. "I'm irresistible."
"Yeah? Then why hasn't Asta fallen for your charm and good looks then, dung heap." A brown haired brute asked cockily.
"Actually Cuyler, you dick sucking prick, she has. She just won't admit it for some reason, blondie here got her to admit it, to him anyway." Brynjar announced triumphantly.
"Oh yeah? Did she really blondie?" Cuyler asked accusingly.
"Yeah she threatened to make me pray for death every day for the rest of my life if I brought the topic up again." Malfoy said cockily on behalf of the big guy.
"Fuck. It's only a matter of time then mate!" Cuyler congratulated Brynjar as he clapped a hand on his shoulder, just as Asta was coming back into view apparently arguing with a blonde girl with dark clothes and makeup.
"Oh Taylor please, I don't want to. There's too many people around!" Asta pleaded with the girl.
"Oooo do what? Are you two experimenting? We don't mind watchi- ooooofff!" A long black haired wizard said against better judgment, before Asta punched him in the stomach.
"Why are you always such a pig, Arvid?" Asta said rolling her eyes before sitting at Brynjars feet once again.
"Please Asta! You said you liked the song!" Taylor pleaded, standing next to where Malfoy was bound to the tree. "I wrote it specifically for you and Brynjar! Please!"
"Taylor!" Asta exclaimed, her face turning red.
"You promised you'd sing it!" Taylor begged, looking to Brynjar for help.
"If you promised her you would, I think you should sing it." Brynjar said as he nudged her in the butt with his foot.
Asta growled and buried her face in her hands, but eventually nodded.
"Fine. But you owe me!" Asta said as she shoved his foot away.
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Brynjar said playfully, thinking of all the ways he would LOVE to repay her.
"You're impossible." Asta said as she rose to her feet.
"Thank you!" Taylor said to Brynjar before summoning her guitar. As soon as she had it in her hand she started to play, and when Asta started to sing, Malfoy was completely surprised she could sing so well.
"I am strong, love is evil
It's a version of perversion that is only for the lucky people
Take your time and do with me what you will
Brynjar turned red, and felt his blood flow begin to change, making him adjust his hips so he didn't accidently poker her hip with his erection that was slowly growing.
I won't mind, you know I'm ill, you know I'm I'll
So hit me like a man and love me like a woman
Buried and sad, look me in the eyes, I want it
One will give you hell, one will give you heaven
Hit me like a man, love me like a woman
Love me like a woman
Love is strong, but I am evil
You are wrong, about me
Take your time, I'll play with me until
Brynjar's knees almost gave out at the thought of her playing with herself, that's when he knew Taylor did this on purpose.
You can hear the children scream, like their stuck inside a dream
Like you, I will
Hit me like a man, love me like a woman
Bury me alive, I can see it in your eyes, you want it
One will give you pain, one will give you pleasure
So hit me like a man, love me like a woman
Love me like a woman
Don't you run away, run away from me, I won't run away from you
Don't you run away, run away from me, I won't run away from you
Hit me like a man, love me like a woman
Find the devil deep inside, can't you see I'm wet, I want it
Some will give you hell, some will give you heaven
So hit me like a man, love me like a woman
Love me like a woman
Love me like a woman
Love me like a woman."
All the guys clapped as Asta finished the song, laughing at Brynjar's expense as they did so.
"So you wrote this thinking of Asta and Brynjar? Are you assuming Asta is into rough sex or something?" Cuyler said cheekily, winking at Brynjar whose eyes were still dark with lust.
"Kinda, yeah." Taylor said as though it were no big deal.
"Seriously?" Asta shouted, turning red as she buried her face in her hands. "Why are we talking about my sex life? Why?"
"You have a sex life?" Arvid asked cheekily, quickly hiding behind a nearby tree from Asta.
"You want to fuck with me Arvid?" Asta shouted, calling Arvid out for a fight.
"Well yeah, all us guys do. But you're clearly holding out for Mr Right." Arvid replied against his better judgment.
Suddenly, the tree he was using for a shield burst into flames, and Asta was making her way towards him. Before she could grab hold of him however, Brynjar grabbed her around the middle, and carried her back to where Malfoy was tied up.
"Relax, just ignore him or I'll tie you up too." Brynjar said jokingly as he looked down into her big blue eyes, thinking about what she would look like tied to a bed.
"She might like that." Arvid continued to taunt.
Asta made to run at him but Brynjar pushed her back into the tree and pinned her there.
"The next cheeky response you come out with asshole, I'm going to let her loose." Brynjar warned, annoyed at his friends cheek.
"Alright, alright I'm done." Arvid said lazily as he took to leaning against another tree while Taylor thankfully broke the tension.
"I knew it would sound perfect if you sang it! Thank you!" Taylor said excitedly as she hugged her friend, before turning to Brynjar and hugging him, along with apologizing. "I couldn't resist, I'm sorry."
"It was bad! I almost stabbed her in the hip with my prick you jerk!" Brynjar whispered playfully in her ear.
"It didn't look bad from where I was standing." Taylor said playfully.
"Flirt all you want girl, it only happens when I think of her." Brynjar replied chuckling in her ear.
"Such a shame really, because I would give you a night you would never forget." Taylor replied before backing away from him and winking.
Brynjar just chuckled as she walked away, before Asta brought him out of his fantasy land.
"What is so-" Asta stopped abruptly; dropping to one knee, placing a closed fist over her heart, and bowing her head.
Malfoy was about to ask what the fuck was wrong with her, until he realized every person out in the lot was doing the same thing. Malfoy looked around for the cause of the act when his eyes fell on Asta's father, Hermione, and Brynjar's mother standing on the front step of his house.
Malfoy had only ever seen this kind of discipline and obedience given to the Dark Lord. He never imagined anyone else would be shown such respect in this day and age. He saw that Hermione was just as surprised as he was, arms full of books, jaw hanging open.
"At ease." Abraxus called out over his people, who then abruptly stood up and carried on about their daily activities.
As Asta, her friends, and Brynjar stood up he finally found his voice again.
"The whole village bends their knee to your father?" Malfoy exclaimed as he saw the king, Hermione, and Brynjar's mother making their way towards them.
"Yes?" Asta replied, looking at Malfoy like he just asked if her hair was black. "He is the king."
"I know he is, I just…. he's…. it's just really impressive the amount of discipline you all have." Malfoy stuttered trying to find the right words.
"We are taught discipline from a young age, it is our way of life. Act first, question it later." Asta responded with finality before turning to greet her father and his guest's.
"Father." She said with a small bow. "Mrs Kykrbani." She said mimicking her actions. "Hermione." She repeated the action for a third time. "I trust my father and Brynjar's mum were able to find all the books you were searching for?"
"Good." Asta replied happily as she cut the ropes tying Malfoy to the tree, grabbing hold of his arm to ensure he stayed where he was. "I think we should be heading back-"
"Nonsense! Stay for lunch, Astrid was in the middle of making kidney pie, or so she told me she was." Abraxus proclaimed, gesturing towards his house.
"Father, Alastor will surely be-" Asta begun but was cut off by her father again.
"I thought you said he was not staying at his house?" Abraxus asked, looking annoyed.
"He's not but he has been opening the floo for Hermione to get into his house. Surely he will want her back soon so he can close it off again." Asta explained, getting annoyed that her father was being stubborn.
"I'm sure he will be fine if you stay for lunch, if not, tell him he can come see me about it." Abraxus said in a daring tone.
Asta sighed, knowing there was no way they were going to get out of this, she nodded her head, and brought Malfoy before her father.
Abraxus looked down his nose at Malfoy, assessing him with knowledgeable eyes, penetrating eyes, before speaking.
"You won't dare to try to run away if we let you walk freely, would you boy?" Abraxus said in a gravely, authoritative tone.
"No sir." Malfoy replied smoothly. "Being held hostage has been less stressful than living in my own home."
"Good." Abraxus said slowly, before turning on his heel to go back into his house. "If he tried to make a break for it, kill him. That's an order, to all of you." He said before shutting the door behind him and Astrid, and all eyes fell on Malfoy. He could feel them memorizing him, to make sure they knew who to look for near the boundaries of the village.
"Your father is a lovely man, fearful, but lovely." Malfoy said as he looked at Asta who was looking at him with the most severe intensity he had ever seen. "What?"
"If you try to run, you're dead remember that, I'm trusting you to walk around freely." Asta warned before letting go of his arm. "Damn! I have to go save Hermione from the jackals that are swarming around her."
Malfoy turned his head to see that the guys that were hanging around the tree he was bound to, were now surrounding Hermione, trying to impress her with their size. How could he compete with men who dominated him in size and strength? He couldn't bare to watch the dogs attempt to woo her, so he just went back to the willow he had been previously bound too, and slumped down underneath it, resting his head against it.
"Oh, well, thank you." Hermione said to the large muscular man who offered to carry her books for her.
"It's my pleasure, beautiful." He replied as he looked her up and down before taking the books off her hands.
"Alright alright, back it up." Asta shouted, appearing out of nowhere right next to Hermione. "She don't need to be hounded by you lot, move along, and Cuyler, give me those." Asta said as she snatched the books out of the boys hands. "Come on, let's get you away from the horny sea of testosterone."
"Thank you." Hermione said gratefully as Asta walked her towards her house. "I've never been good at dealing with guys fawning over me, I don't know how to handle it."
"They're nice guys, and they can be very charming, they just are a little much when you first meet them." Asta explained as she led Hermione through the sittingroom and down the hall. "I'm just going to put these in my room until we are getting ready to leave."
"Hey Brynjar!" A beautiful brown haired girl called out, waving her hand at him before making her way towards him.
"Wonderful." Brynjar grumbled to his friends as he waved lazily at the girl. "Why is it that she never learns? Fucking bitch."
"Just stay calm mate, don't let her get to you." Cuyler instructed as he patted him on the shoulder.
"If she says one negative thing about Asta I'm going to fucking lose it." Brynjar growled, already seething at the thought of talking to the girl. As she closed in on Brynjar and his friends, Brynjar took a deep breath and prayed the conversation went quick.
"Hey Brynjar, you're looking handsome as ever." The girl said with a 'take me' smile on her face.
"Hey Vashti, you look well." Brynjar said, disinterested in her words, blatantly looking from her to Asta's house praying someone in the house would rescue him.
"So," Vashti said loudly demanding his attention, "what are you doing back so soon? Did Harry Potter reject your help?" She asked as she made to stroke his arm, but he pulled his arm out of her reach pretending to scratch the back of his neck.
"No we are helping them, Hermione just needed to borrow some books from Asta's father." Brynjar explained, looking annoyed.
"Oh, I see." Vashti said, moving closer to Brynjar. "How is the whole 'In love with Asta' thing going?" She said as she leveled him with a knowing look on her face.
"Why is it that you can't have a civilized conversation with me, without bringing that up?" Brynjar growled, drawing up to his full height. "Seriously, what the fuck is your problem?"
"My problem is," Vashti began, aggravated with his attitude, "you won't move on from her. You keep holding onto to a dream that is probably never going to happen, instead of being with someone prettier and that acknowledges your feeling, like me!" Vashti shouted, stepping away from Brynjar slightly, seeing his temper rising.
Brynjar couldn't believe what he was hearing, he couldn't believe how shallow this girl was. He really couldn't believe his luck that she was a girl, and he couldn't hit her.
"You," Brynjar growled moving closer to her so he overshadowed her, "are fucking lucky that you are a girl, otherwise your face would be smashed to bits." He said as he looked down into her impassive face. "You are untouchable compared to her, you are; cheap, easy, disgusting, and ugly as fuck! Why in the name of Odin would I want to be with you?"
Before Vashti could get a word out, she was silenced by Brynjar's mother as she walked towards her son.
"What did I tell you about talking to my son, girl?" Astrid asked regally as she glared down at the girl that always riles up her son.
"N…Not… To." Vashti managed to stutter out after Astrid lifted the silencing charm on her.
"Yet you disobey me." Astrid said as she closed in on Vashti, who was now shaking. "This is your last warning. You will not speak to or touch my son, you will not look at him, you WILL pretend he does not exist. To you, you spoiled bitch of a girl, my son is off limits." Astrid said with a deadly look in her eye as she looked down upon the girl. "Do you understand me?"
"Ye… ye… yes ma'am." Vashti said before scrambling in the other direction.
"Odin's spear I hate that girl, her parents too." Astrid said as she turned and looked at her son, who was smiling down at her.
"You're the best mum." Brynjar said as he kissed the top of her head and gave her a squeeze around the shoulder.
When Hermione entered Asta's room, she was surprised to see that her room wasn't filled with maces and spears and swords. For the most part her room looked quite normal for a girl her age; books, (surprisingly) stuffed animals, pictures of her and her friends. Brynjar was in almost all of the pictures around her room, but Taylor was in a good handful. Her room was painted purple and she had a king sized four poster bed, and a large desk adjacent to her bed, and a bookshelf taking up an entire wall. Hermione was in love.
"Your room is amazing!" Hermione said breathlessly as she looked around, still rooted in her spot.
"Thank you." Asta replied as she set the stack of books on her desk before spinning around to face Hermione. "Have a look around, I have nothing to hide." She said jokingly as she went to rifle in her drawers to collect more clothes for when they were off with Hermione and her friends. When she opened her drawers however, she began to panic. All her clothes have been replaced with clothes she had never seen, they were round neck shirts, long skirts, regular pants, and turtle necks. She couldn't find her short, her v-neck shirts, her tight non-hindrance clothes that she always wore. "Astrid!" She shouted as she grabbed a turtleneck out of the dresser and flew, literally flew out of her room, leaving Hermione alone and confused.
Asta flew through the hall and stopped at the front door, throwing it open, staring daggers at Brynjar's mother who was standing next to Brynjar with a small grin on her face.
"What did you do with all my clothes!" Asta shouted before flying down in front of Brynjar and his mother.
"What are you talking about?" Brynjar asked, looking confused as to why she would think his mother would steal her clothes.
"Your mother," Asta began waving her hand with the turtleneck in it towards his mother, "took all my clothes and replaced them with these fucking restricting clothes!" Asta shouted angrily as she waved the shirt about. "Look at this! Look at it!"
Brynjar took the shirt from her and held it up so he could get a better look at it. He immediately started laughing when he saw what she was freaking out about.
Malfoy heard the commotion and began to make his way over, even though part of his brain told him not to, for fear of becoming the target of her anger. He saw her waving a shirt around like a crazy person before he saw Hermione coming out of the front door, to see what was going on as well. She looked just as nervous as he did, but she came to stand next to Malfoy.
"What is she on about?" Malfoy asked Hermione quietly, watching Asta continue to freak out.
"I don't know." Hermione answered as she watched the scene in front of her. "She was looking through her drawers and she yelled out Brynjar's mothers name, and LITERALLY flew, without a broom, out of her room."
"She can fly without a broom?" Malfoy asked, looking astonished.
"Yes." Hermione replied quickly, just as Asta's voice got louder.
"Why did you replace all my clothes with these restrictive scraps of fabric?" Asta shouted, red in the face, feeling violated that Astrid went in her room without permission.
"Your clothes are so revealing and short, that's no way for a young lady to dress." Astrid said calmly as she watched the girl, who is like a daughter to her have a fit.
"To revealing? Not the way for…. I am a fighter, a killer, I am tactical! I need less fabric so I can maneuver easily when I go on assignments!" Asta shouted, demonstrating her free range of movement she had in her shorts, by pulling her right leg above her head.
Brynjar bit his lip at the sight of her flexibility, and her legs spread wide, and he quickly put his hands over his crotch to hide his growing erection. Arvid nudged him in the ribs and naturally made a comment.
"How bad do you want to bury your face in there mate?" Arvid teased, laughing in Brynjar's ear.
"If I didn't have to cover myself, I'd fucking punch you in the face you prick." Brynjar replied quietly to his friend, not taking his eyes off Asta.
"If I wear the clothes you stuck in my room, I'll snag them on everything in the woods, or house, or dungeon. They don't offer a good range of motion, I won't be as agile as I am in shorts in those stupid pants!" Asta shouted, having dropped her leg and moved closer to Astrid, who was still calm.
"Well, I have replaced your clothes with, longer more appropriate clothes, and they are charmed so you can't cut them to make them like your old clothes." Astrid replied calmly, as she stepped closer so they were two inches apart. "So you have no choice but to wear them."
"I'd rather go around in my bra and panties than wear these restrictive things!" Asta growled, glaring at the woman.
"Thank you mum." Brynjar said, laughing with the other guys, making Asta turn red. She had forgotten they were standing around listening to the argument.
Brynjar's mother gave him an amused look before turning her attention back to Asta.
"You wouldn't walk around like that." Astrid said flatly, giving Asta an exhausted look. "Just wear them. You may find you like them."
"You think I won't?" Asta said as she threw the turtleneck on the ground, snatching the hem of her shirt, and pulling it up over her head. All the guys wolf whistled, except for Brynjar who was pissed that she blatantly revealed what was his, well what should be his, to the majority of the village.
Brynjar lunged forward, and yanked her shirt back down over her, before reprimanding her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Brynjar growled as he forced her arms through the arm holes. "Why would you carelessly display what is mine to…." Brynjar began but stopped immediately, staring into Asta's big blue eyes, realizing he opened the door to a discussion he wasn't planning to have for some time.
Asta couldn't believe what she just heard, she was in shock. Did he just say her body was his? Like they were a couple? She couldn't move, she couldn't speak, she couldn't even breath. Brynjar was so close to her she could feel his breath on her face.
"Alright! Away all of you, this is none of your business." Astrid shouted as she shooed away all the guys and the other people who were watching the scene. "Hermione, Malfoy, come with me. They need to go inside and talk, and I would like to bring you to our apothecary so you can stock up on herbs and ingredients you might need." Astrid instructed as she corralled them away from Brynjar and Asta.
They both stood there for a moment before Asta pulled her shirt down the rest of the way, picking up the wretched turtle neck from off the ground, and gestured for Brynjar to follow her into her house. They made their way into the house, and Asta continued to walk down the hall and into her room, Brynjar following in her wake. As soon as he was in her room, she shut and locked the door, waved her hand at the shades making them go down, and placed a silencing charm around her room.
"I… I don't even… explain." Asta said as she slumped down the wall onto the floor, her hands on the sides of her face, fingers running through her hair.
Brynjar sighed as he mimicked her actions on the wall opposite her, placing both hands on the top of his head.
"This is not how I wanted to tell you, I can promise you that." Brynjar began, nervously running his hands up and down his arms out of habit.
"Stop that." Asta said softly from across the room, looking at Brynjar with sad, scared eyes.
Brynjar smiled and chuckled, looking down at the floor between his legs.
"Well, now that I've come out with it, what's going through your mind?" Brynjar said nervously, rubbing his hands together glancing at her occasionally.
"I… I don't… They were right, all along they were right… How… How long have you…." Asta fumbled over her words, repeatedly raking her hands through her hair.
"About… about three ye… years." Brynjar said nervously as he watched her for her reaction.
"Three years? Three years?" Asta exclaimed pushing herself to her feet, pacing the room.
"Yeah three years." Brynjar replied flatly as he looked at Asta with a cautious look. "It was the day that we were sparing and you used your lightning staff as a support, and you spun around on it and kicked me in the chest, taking me down." Brynjar paused to see if she was listening, she was staring at him with her eyes wide. "You came over to where I was on the ground, straddled my stomach and leaned over so your face was close to mine. You smiled a big beautiful smile and said 'I win.' And that was it, you had me."
Asta just stared at Brynjar, amazed at the fact that her first tactical defeat of him was the moment that he fell for her. Brynjar hated losing, even to her. He would always turn into a baby and hit something.
"That's… That's the moment you fell for me?" Asta asked still slightly in disbelief, as she scrutinized his facial expressions.
"Yes it is." Brynjar answered matter-of-factly, staring her dead in the eyes unwavering. "When did you fall for me? And don't try and pretend you don't have feelings for me, the whole village can tell you do." Brynjar said with a gentle firmness he only ever used with her, making her turn red before getting up and pacing the room, while fiddling with her hair.
"S..sev…seven years." Asta stuttered in a whisper.
"What was that?" Brynjar asked, pushing himself up and moving closer to her, making her halt in her spot at his sudden closeness.
Asta stopped in her tracks and took a shuddering breath, as she realized he was so close. She lifted her head up to look him in the eye before repeating, "Seven years."
Brynjar's face went from gentle to surprised within the blink of an eye at her admission. He couldn't believe what he just heard, and he heard it first hand with his own ears.
"Seven years? You've had feelings since we were…. ten." Brynjar concluded, understanding finally washing over him. "You fell for me the-"
"The day you saved my life, yes." Asta finished, continuing to play with her hair until Brynjar's strong hair stopped her.
Brynjar didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to think. He didn't even know if he was still alive or not. She has had feelings for him since they were young kids! He thought he had patience for waiting for her to show interest for three, and she had been waiting for SEVEN years!
"Why… Why didn't you tell me?" Brynjar asked blankly as he stared into the eyes he has looked in for seventeen years, suddenly nervous.
"Be… because I…. I didn't think you…. Well I didn't think you shared my feelings and I… I didn't want to ruin the friendship we had." Asta explained nervously as she turned her eyes back to her hair that she had begun fiddling with again. "You never really showed any…. Acknowledgement, I guess is the best word, that I was… well a girl… I just thought you saw me as one of the boys, and I thought if I brought this up…" Asta stopped talking as she fiddled with her hair, not wanting to admit her fears.
"That you would lose your best friend." Brynjar finished for her before slapping her hand playfully. "Stop that, you're going to go bald if you keep doing that."
Asta laughed, feeling the tension lift slightly around them.
"You never cease to amaze me, Asta Akeldama." Brynjar laughed as he sat down onto the edge of her bed. "You will run into a fight where it is five to seven people against you, without the slightest bit of hesitation. But talking about your feelings makes you uncomfortable."
Asta blushed, knowing he was right.
"Killing bad people is easy, telling someone you love them is hard." Asta said as she stared at her hands. "Because if they don't share your feelings, everything becomes weird and difficult, and eventually you lose that friend. I couldn't bare the thought of not having you in my life, so I waited until you showed signs of returning my feelings."
Brynjar reached out and grabbed her hands and pulled her onto his lap, and he did it with such ease you would have thought that he had done it a million times before.
"I was afraid to tell you for the same reasons, I couldn't bare the thought of losing you." Brynjar said softly as he rested his chin on her shoulder. "I am confused as to why you think I never showed interest in you. Everyone in the village could tell I did and," Brynjar paused, turning Asta to face him, "I was never subtle about checking you out either." He said with a grin, making her blush. "I mean the guys were merciless with me about you, always pointing out things that would get me riled up. At one point last year, Eindride FOUGHT ME for 'rights' to you, out where you and I and all the guys normally hang out." Brynjar said chuckling at the memory of that day.
Memory
"You do realize she's not an object, right Eindride?" Brynjar asked, annoyed by Eindride's old time idea that Asta had no choice in a mate.
"Yes, but you seem to think that she is already yours and that no other man is able to try his luck with her." Eindride spat, not appreciating Brynjar essentially calling him a douche. "I think I have just as much right to ask her out as you do, not that you ever will."
"So you think FIGHTING me is going to make me back down, or prove something?" Brynjar asked condescendingly, as he straightened up to his full height and moved towards Eindride.
"I think it will show you that just because you're the biggest guy here, doesn't mean that you can get whatever you want." Eindride spat angrily, taking a step closer to Brynjar.
"I don't think I'm entitled to ANYTHING because I'm the biggest guy here, but if you insist." Brynjar said before punching Eindride square in the jaw, knocking him back onto the ground.
Eindride jumped back up onto his feet, wiped the blood off of his lip, and barreled towards Brynjar. Brynjar braced himself for the impact of the smaller man, and used his shoulder to send Eindride flying back to where he started. Brynjar was doing his best to give Eindride a fair fight, him being the smallest and all, but he wasn't going to lose to make the poor kid feel better either. Eindride sprung to his feet yet again and barreled back towards Brynjar, but instead of going for his chest, Eindride slid onto the ground taking Brynjar down at his legs.
Brynjar crashed to the ground, surprised that Eindride had knocked him off his feet, and was now extremely pissed off. The guys around them were laughing at Brynjar for having been taken down by Eindride, from such a simple move, and that only fueled his anger. Before Brynjar could roll over and push himself up, Eindride landed a blow to the back of Brynjar's head, making his face hit the ground hard. Brynjar push-ups himself off, rubbed the dirt and blood off his face, and lunged at Eindride.
"Brynjar! Mate! Calm down!" Balder called as he rushed forward, and attempted to hold Brynjar back. Balder had the best chance at restraining him, what with him almost matching Brynjar in height and build and what not, but it was to no avail.
"You want her Eindride? You really want her?" Brynjar said dangerously as he ripped his shirt off of him, along with Balder's grip on him. "You'll have to go through me then." Brynjar growled as he snatched Eindride up by his throat and threw him into the tree nearest them. "Because I," Brynjar growled as he picked Eindride up again, before punching him in the face, "have laid my life down," another punch, "to save hers," another punch, "when we were only ten!" Brynjar let him fall to the ground, and allowed him to stand himself up before backing him into the tree behind him. "I will ALWAYS lay my life down for her." Brynjar growled, barely out of breath. "I will ALWAYS protect her." He punched him in the stomach, bringing Eindride to his knees. "And I will ALWAYS love her."
Just as Brynjar was about to land the fight ending blow, Asta had flown in between Eindride and him. She immediately jumped onto him, wrapping her legs around his torso, and placing her hands and his face.
"Brynjar, it's me. Hey!" Asta said sharply as he tried to shake her off him, still in a murderous rage. "It's Asta Brynjar, just relax. Think of your happy place listen to my voice, and think of your happy place."
Their friends watched in awe at how she worked with Brynjar, and how thoughtlessly she jumped in front of him when he was aiming a punch at the person behind her. As she was calming him down, Balder and Colborn were dragging Eindride away from Brynjar and towards safety.
As Brynjar came down out of his rage, he saw Asta's face right in front of his, and instantly calmed.
"Asta?" Brynjar asked innocently as his eyes scanned the area for the guys and Eindride. "When did you get here?"
End of memory
"So... that day I calmed you out of your murderous rage... you were fighting for me?" Asta asked, unsure of whether to be flattered or insulted by that.
"Sadly yes, but it was Eindride who started it. I wouldn't have fought if he hadn't been so gung-ho on 'fighting for your honor'." Brynjar answered, afraid she might castrate him for fighting for her like she was an object.
"Why would he even try? I think it's obvious he would have lost to begin with." Asta said with a smile as she looked at Brynjar. "I mean you are stronger than everyone in the- ow! What was that for?" Asta asked as she rubbed at her head where he had tugged her hair.
"For being an ass!" Brynjar laughed. "I thought I was seeing the rare sweet side of you, and you were an ass!"
"I thought you liked it when girls pointed out you were strong." Asta teased, sticking her nose into the air in mock offense.
"No no I like it when they blush when I flex my muscles at them." Brynjar said cheekily as he flexed his pecks, not affecting Asta in the least.
"Please." Asta said contemptuously as she gave him a bored look. "I have seen you flex all the muscles above your belt, it'll take more than pecks dancing to make me swoon." Asta said as she hopped off Brynjar's lap and leaned against her wall again.
Brynjar started chuckling at himself before flipping his back down on her bed.
"What's so funny?" Asta asked curiously as she began playing with her hair again.
"I could show off the muscle below my belt." Brynjar said cockily, turning his head in time to see her face turn red and her eyes grow dark. "That might make you swoon, or beg, or wet, or all of the above." Brynjar added, catching the look in her eyes, and started to smirk. "Intrigued?"
Asta was snapped out of her thoughts by Brynjar's cheek and decided to play his game. She started pulling up the hem of her shirt, and pulling it over her head exposing her bra. She smiled cheekily at Brynjar, whose jaw was clenched and eyes were raking over her torso.
"Intrigued?" Asta said cheekily as she turned her back to him, to show her undoing the clasp of her bra.
Before she knew it, Brynjar was wrapping his arms around her waist, gently running his hands along her stomach. Her breath caught at the touch of his hand on her bare skin, it was electrifying. Her heart raced in her chest when she heard him speak to her.
"I'm highly intrigued." Brynjar replied gravelly, enjoying every moment of what is happening right now. "But I know you're just fucking with me." He groaned at the phrase and wrapped his arms around her tighter, making her breathing hasten. "So I don't think you want to continue this little game."
'Oh but I do, I really really do.' She said to herself as she reveled every second his arms were around her waist. It felt so good, so safe, so right.
"Mmmmm I don't know, I think we have waited long enough." Asta said as she spun on her toes, in his arms, resulting in his hands resting on her backside. She could feel his excitement as she placed her hands on the back of his neck, and was about to plant her lips on his, when there was a knock at the door.
"Every FUCKING time!" Brynjar growled as he rested his forehead against hers in defeat.
"They can wait. Come here." Asta commanded as she pulled his lips down onto hers with such need, such passion, Brynjar lifted her off her feet, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. As soon as their lips connected there was fireworks behind their eyes, and the relief they felt was like water busting through a dam.
"Sweet Odin!" Brynjar exclaimed as they pulled apart, breathing heavily. "That was fucking amazing!"
"Yeah it was." Asta said softly, sad that it had to end. She then remembered why they had to stop and stomped towards the door, grumbling to herself as she did so. "Who the fuck is it now? Always ruining the moment... hate the damn door..." just as she was about to reach for the door, Brynjar called out to her.
"Asta, shirt?" He called as he tossed her shirt to her.
"Right. Thank you." Asta said as her face turned red as she pulled her shirt back on. Before she turned the doorknob she stopped and turned towards Brynjar. "You should answer the door."
"Why?" Brynjar asked nervously as he slowly started walking towards the door.
"Because I can pretend to still be in shock, making it seem like we haven't even begun to discuss what you said, therefore buying us some more time." Asta said, emphasizing the last part of her reasoning, hoping he would get what she was hinting at.
Brynjar's eyes widened and he hurried towards the door, pushing Asta down into her spot on the floor by the door, where she would pretend to still be in shock.
He cracked the door open to find Balder standing on the other side, looking concerned.
"What do you want Balder?" Brynjar asked hurriedly, trying to look nervous but feeling all too excited.
"I just heard what happened mate, is she alright?" Balder asked sincerely trying to look through the crack in the door for Asta.
"She's still kind of in shock." Brynjar began gesturing down next to the door with his head. "She hasn't really said anything or moved from that's spot since we came in here."
"That shaken up huh?" Balder asked looking nervous for his friends. "Alright I'll let you get back to it. Hope everything goes ok man." Balder said with a sympathetic look before turning and walking away.
Brynjar shut the door, scooped Asta up off the floor, and threw her on her bed before crawling on top of her.
"Now." He said moving stray hairs off of her face. "Where were we."
Asta laughed as she pulled his head towards hers and started kissing him once again. She couldn't believe that they had kept their feelings all bottled up for so long. His lips are perfect and soft, his touch is gentle but firm, and his body just molds together perfectly with hers. He's perfect.
Brynjar couldn't believe this was finally happening. After waiting for, what he thought was so long, three years he finally has her. She is beautiful in every way, she is perfect in every way, and she has an amazing body, but those are all just superficial. She has a good heart, strong values, and is morally good in every way.
As their snogging session became more heated, Brynjar became more nervous. He felt her hand run all along his chest and stomach, towards his groin, and he stopped her. As soon as he stopped her he regretted it, already knowing she was going to be hurt by his actions.
"What's wrong?" She asked, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her legs, pulling them into her chest looking defeated. "I... I thought that's what you... never mind..." she said sadly as she slid from her bed and leaned against one of the posters at the foot of her bed.
"Asta it's not that I don't want to... believe me I do." Brynjar pleaded as he gestured towards his still slightly erect cock. "I just... I don't want to rush anything." He continued as he made his way in front of her, to try and make her understand. "Please don't be mad. It's nothing aga-"
"I don't know why I thought you... I just..." Asta struggled, trying to form her thoughts into words and failing. "Uuuuugggghhhh!" Asta growled as spun and kicked her poster in half in frustration, before sinking to the floor and burying her head in her knees.
Brynjar knew he hit a sensitive spot with her, and he didn't mean to. But the damage is done, and now he can only try to make her see his reason for stopping her.
"Asta look," Brynjar said as he squated down in front of her, taking her hands in his, "I stopped you because, despite us both having had feelings for each other for so long, we only just admitted them to each other. I don't want you to think I'm like Arvid, who would take advantage of any opportunity that presents itself." Brynjar explained, still trying to get Asta to look at him, but to no avail. "I didn't stop you because I don't think you are attractive, or that I'm not attracted to you. I wouldn't be here now if I wasn't. I think you are very cute, extraordinarily beautiful, and extremely sexy. All the guys think the same thing, they're just too scared to say anything because they are afraid you'll castrate them." Brynjar chuckled, feeling Asta start to relax. "When you, me and the guys are just hanging around in the clearing, and you start doing splits and lifting your foot over your head and shit like that, I can tell you the last thing I'm thinking is 'that's disgusting'. Like earlier for example, when you were shouting at my mum about your clothes being practical, and you lifted you leg above your head? Do you know what Arvid said to me?" Brynjar asked, hope returning to him when she lifted her head, looked at him and shook her head. "He said 'don't that make you just want to bury your face in there?'"
Asta face went red, whether it was from embarrassment or anger Brynjar wasn't sure so he quickly added, "I did punch him for that comment, by the way, but you see it's not because I don't think you're hot, because I do. I REALLY do. I just don't want to rush something so new, you understand don't you?"
Asta nodded her head in response. She really did understand, she is just used to being overlooked when it came to attractiveness. Though apparently, she was never overlooked, just feared, which made her feel better.
"I understand." She said finally looking Brynjar in the eye, and noticing how relieved he looked. "I'm going to kick Arvid's ass later though." She added as she repaired her poster.
Brynjar laughed as he pulled her to her feet and hugged her, kissing the top of her head as he did so. He was relieved that she wasn't like other girls who would have stayed mad at him for a week for preventing sex from happening.
"He deserves it." Brynjar said, still crushing her in his arms before adding, "I'm going to have to kick his ass too."
"Okay. Why though?" Asta asked sounding content.
"He said he wanted to bury his face in my girlfriends crotch, didn't he?" Brynjar replied, lessening his grip on her, so he could look her in her big beautiful blue eyes. "For that, I'm going to kick his ass. After you of course."
"Always the gentlemen." Asta teased, shoving his chest before walking towards the door. "Come on, let's find your mother and the other two. I suspect lunch is ready."
"Alright, but you know we are going to get hounded as soon as we step out of the door, don't you?" Brynjar said as he dragged his feet towards the door.
"Yes. But I think you have forgotten one thing." Asta said said cheekily as she turned the doorknob.
"And that is?" Brynjar asked with an eyebrow crooked.
"They fear me." Asta said smartly as she opened the door, ready for the bombardment that surely was to come.