A day had passed. as did another, and another, and another. Matilda stayed in the oversized bed that was formerly her new guard's father's bed. Her wounds were grave and would take time to heal. If only she could've had a few books to read.

And so came in Dag, her new guard. He walked into the room with a stack of thick books and placed them next to her. She looked at the covers and smiled. Good, books she haven't read yet. She looked up to Dag and gave him the best smile she could muster.

"Thank you, Dag. I shall be reading these while I recover." His face lit up and he nodded. Dag was quiet, even on Matilda's terms. But she could not stand his silence when he stood by her bed and made sure the healers or the chefs were being safe around her. She pulled on his hand as he turned and motioned for him to sit. His face expressed a little tint of worry outside of the boring neutral, but he obeyed. Matilda pulled his head over and held it with her bandaged hand. she examined him through her glassed and reddening eyes.

"You are quite attractive for a Jotun. Tell me, does my form disgust the others?" Dag took a breath, calming himself down. Her scent was of strange flowers and blood, and to him, it was enticing.

"Some d-do. Others, s-such as myself, do not, my lady. Um, may you release my head so I may return-"

"No." Her face grew closer to his own. Her breath was heavy and her eyes continued to redden as what little of her skin that was exposed turned alabaster. She smiled nervously as she kissed his cheek. She retreated underneath the bedsheets and laid now facing away from him. Dag sat there, blinking and his cheeks reddening. He crawled towards her, whispering a phrase or two, shrinking down to about Matilda's size. He pulled her to face him and smiled. Matilda's blue skin flushed over her cheeks and she tried to turn away. Dag kept his grip firm on her shoulder as he leaned over and whispered into her ear,

"Why did you do that? Surely there is a reason. Is there anything on your mind, or..." he glanced down, "anything of which requires my assistance?" Matilda nuzzled into his chest. Dag wrapped his arms around her small form. She rested her head on his arm and her breathing softened. He couldn't help but smile as she calmed down and eventually closed her eyes. Dag was about to wrap her up in the furs and blankets for her comfort when she started mumbling to herself.

Dag looked at Matilda. Her calm expression had changed to one of terror, even with her eyes closed. Dag rolled her onto her back and she started to squirm. He felt like he should just leave her be until she awoke, but it almost seemed like she was going to reopen her wounds if she continued.

Dag took a breath and shook Matilda's shoulder, gently at first. She whined and tried to turn to her side. He kept her on her back and tapped her cheek,

"Matilda, my lady, awaken from your night terror. You'll hurt yourself if you continue." She didn't wake up. Dag sighed and started tapping her forehead. He continued trying to awaken her with words and decided enough was enough. He took a cup of the water from a pitcher next to her bed and poured a little bit of it on her bosom. She yelled when she awoke and tried to jump out of bed. Dag restrained her on the bed and kissed her lips. He could feel her bosom rising and falling rapidly beneath him as they kissed for several minutes until Matilda pried his face off. She wiped her lips of some of the saliva they exchanged and blushed.

"What in Helheim did you do to me? Wh-why are my boobs wet? What the fuck did you do to me, you ass?!" Matilda was tempted to slap the Jotun above her, but the fact they just had a little make-out session made her feel like she would be a hypocrite if she did. Instead, she held Dag's face in her hands.

"You were having a nightmare. Forgive me, my lady, I wished not to harm you, and-" Matilda rolled her eyes and licked Dag's lips. They tasted like something sweet, a slight tinge of vanilla with sugar.

"You're forgiven if you kiss me" she said, licking her lips. She knew her lips probably tasted like blood and sweat and puke from her recent upset stomach. She removed her hands from the sides of his face and wrapped them around his neck. Dag looked her over and kissed her lips. He put his weight on her and they fell into the bed together, clinging to one another as though they were going to be ripped apart. Their tongues tasted one another's lips and fought for control over the other. A tough tug to Dag's short, mangled hair made him pull back. He kissed Matilda's pink cheeks as she breathed heavily.

"F-fuck..." was all she said, utterly breathless. Dag smiled and got off of Matilda and returned to his post next to her bed. He watched Matilda as she turned towards him, the blush still present,

"You-you're good, Dag. Maybe after my next meal of sweets we may continue?" Dag's smile vanished as he felt the blood go to his face. He returned to looking straight forward as he felt Matilda reach over and grope his butt.

"You also have a good ass. Matilda likey~"