patch you up, bed you down
vidarr
09-09-2023, 05:47 AM
They had won. Fighting valiantly against their neighboring pack, they'd come out on top. Tenshi swelled with pride as she made her way back with the rest of Heidinn. Her eyes would constantly move over to Vidarr and the wounds he had been given. While she had only left with bruises, his blood had spilled. Thankfully it was cold enough and she had brought enough bandaging along to stop the bleeding, but it would need more than that. As they approach the maw and make their way up the slopes, she bids the rest of Heidinn goodbye with promises they will eat together soon to celebrate. For now, she must tend to the Konungr. There is no telling her no. She presses her shoulder against Vidarr and steers him off the main path down the hallway toward their sleeping quarters. It is there that she pulls him inside and can barely hold herself back. Her icy gaze checks him over in both a medical way and a lustful way. A huff leaves her as she moves to grab her bag of poultices and bandages. Her fur bristles slightly as she tries to keep her mind on track. It was not quite yet her season of heat (thank the gods), but she could tell it would be fast approaching once winter had moved on its way. For now, she focuses on making sure he is alright. "Where does it hurt the most?" Tenshi requests an answer as she turns and brings the satchel of supplies toward him. |
10-09-2023, 08:50 PM
They'd spilled some blood, they'd come out on top-- Víðarr had every confidence they would. The cowardly pack had tried to talk them down, a prospect that amused the viking king. They would be back, in time. After taking one victory off of them, who's to say there couldn't be more? Best to let them recover, though, so Avalon had good shit to take next time they came knocking.
With his wife at his side, the viking king offered a sly grin over his shoulder to the rest of the pack. Yes, they would eat together soon. For now he has some... celebrating of his own to do. Possessively, he remains in contact with Tenshi as much as he can manage without slowing them down. Right, he was wounded, she was a healer. Víðarr will forever savor any moment he can be alone with her.
Stealing a nip here, a nibble there, as she gets her supplies-- he can't help himself. Finally letting Tenshi do her job, Víðarr flopped back on their bed. "The ankle," the viking king wouldn't bother lying. It wasn't the most severe, but the flesh was torn and he'd certainly be bruised and sore tomorrow. It's with that bloodied paw he reaches out, he reaches for her chin. "The cow kicked your face... you are okay?" His gaze intense, caring, as he checks on his wife. Sure, she's the healer, but oh how he loves her.
"Víðarr"
With his wife at his side, the viking king offered a sly grin over his shoulder to the rest of the pack. Yes, they would eat together soon. For now he has some... celebrating of his own to do. Possessively, he remains in contact with Tenshi as much as he can manage without slowing them down. Right, he was wounded, she was a healer. Víðarr will forever savor any moment he can be alone with her.
Stealing a nip here, a nibble there, as she gets her supplies-- he can't help himself. Finally letting Tenshi do her job, Víðarr flopped back on their bed. "The ankle," the viking king wouldn't bother lying. It wasn't the most severe, but the flesh was torn and he'd certainly be bruised and sore tomorrow. It's with that bloodied paw he reaches out, he reaches for her chin. "The cow kicked your face... you are okay?" His gaze intense, caring, as he checks on his wife. Sure, she's the healer, but oh how he loves her.
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Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
10-17-2023, 08:29 AM
His pulling and tugging lights her skin on fire. She cannot hide the smile on her lips as she chuckles under her breath. Oh, how did others resist the urge? Batting him away with a paw, she watches him fall onto their bed before reaching his bloodied ankle out to her chin. Holding as perfectly still as she could manage, her icy gaze lingers on him. "It needs ointment," Tenshi murmurs as he studies her face with her chin held in his paw. She can't help but laugh. The cow. Ha!
"I stayed awake, I am fine," the woman reassures him with a smile before leaning her cheek into his paw. "Now, your turn," she insists. Sliding onto the bed beside him, she twists until she can half-lay down on the bed while being somewhat entangled in his limbs as well. Grabbing ahold of his paw tenderly with her teeth, she pulls it closer, never losing the smile. Pulling out a salve, Tenshi applies it carefully to the open wound. Even if it stings, she knows he is strong and can handle it. "I will clean it once a day until the skin begins to grow back," she wraps the ankle with a thin piece of dried hide and leans back to admire her work.
"Anywhere else that hurts?" Tenshi asks, her eyes raking over his body with absolutely no shame.
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10-17-2023, 11:44 AM
He is relaxed, sprawled out lavishly on the bed. Fit for a king and his queen, after all. Most healers would say that Víðarr isn't an easy patient, but then, Tenshi isn't most healers. Before releasing her chin, the shadowy creature leans to place a kiss between her eyes, savoring every moment. No, they didn't need shame, not here. Things had been busy since settling the pack, and Víðarr was grateful for a blessed few moments alone.
Begrudgingly, the viking king relinquishes the injured paw into Tenshi's practiced care. A lip lifts, and he lets a bit of air hiss through his teeth at the sting of the salve. It's fleeting, passing just as quickly as it came on. Víðarr could handle the rending of flesh from bone, but the stinging? It's a little ouchie. Just a little. The paw was secure in a little bundle of hide, tidy and clean and protected. He knew better than to protest a healer. Doubly so, he knew better than to protest his wife.
Wife. The gods had smiled on him, blessed him. They'd brought the pair together, tangled within the red string of fate. Wrapped the two of them up in it, just as Víðarr lay tangled with her now. The viking king lifts his broad, dark head and settles it on Tenshi's shoulder-- or as close as she'll let him. "That woman's very large rat tried to eat my ear." Right, he's somewhere between offering the ear for inspection and trying to cuddle his wife. Maybe if there was a hole in the cartilage, they could find a quill or bone to stick through it. Ah, the doctor would know best.
"Víðarr"
Begrudgingly, the viking king relinquishes the injured paw into Tenshi's practiced care. A lip lifts, and he lets a bit of air hiss through his teeth at the sting of the salve. It's fleeting, passing just as quickly as it came on. Víðarr could handle the rending of flesh from bone, but the stinging? It's a little ouchie. Just a little. The paw was secure in a little bundle of hide, tidy and clean and protected. He knew better than to protest a healer. Doubly so, he knew better than to protest his wife.
Wife. The gods had smiled on him, blessed him. They'd brought the pair together, tangled within the red string of fate. Wrapped the two of them up in it, just as Víðarr lay tangled with her now. The viking king lifts his broad, dark head and settles it on Tenshi's shoulder-- or as close as she'll let him. "That woman's very large rat tried to eat my ear." Right, he's somewhere between offering the ear for inspection and trying to cuddle his wife. Maybe if there was a hole in the cartilage, they could find a quill or bone to stick through it. Ah, the doctor would know best.
![[Image: bfcOTDt.png]](https://i.imgur.com/bfcOTDt.png)
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
10-18-2023, 09:09 AM
Tenshi doesn't hide the chuckle bubbling in her throat when he hisses from the sting. She almost says something, but instead rolls her eyes, smiles, and then reaches down to plant a tender kiss upon the bandage that is wound around his ankle. "The gods will ensure it heals quickly," her voice is soft as she lifts her eyes to eye him. Entangled with her husband. What a wonderful concept. Tenshi relishes the way he kisses her and scoots closer to her. Even going so much as to lay his head upon her shoulder. She raises a brow, her expression questioning as he mentions a rat having bitten his ear.
The healer tsks under her breath. "Rats have rabies," she chastises with a purse of her lips as she allows him to get as close as possible. Maneuvering her head so that she could peek at his ear, she does notice something. A hole, but not something that is gaping or of much concern. "Maybe you should thank the large rat. Seems large enough for a ring or bone if you'd like," her smile brightens as she reaches over to lick the small wound and confirmed that he really had nothing to worry about. "After our wedding, when my antlers shed, maybe a piece of it can be what you use," Tenshi suggests before she lifts a brow and curls her head down so she can brush her antler across his cheek.
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10-23-2023, 07:47 PM
Víðarr is happy to lounge on his side, happy to let Tenshi tend to him. In his mind, he's done his best to take care of everyone for all of his days. Though he does everything in his power, everything he can for the gods above in her name, the viking king allows Tenshi to care for him as well. It's perhaps the most intimate act of all, and he doesn't shy away from it. He will allow it... the most tender and true act of love. For all this tenderness, Víðarr's heart aches. "The gods act through healers, you know." A gentle smile playing on his rough features.
Rabies? His eyebrows lifted, a little surprise playing on his features. Gently, he reached to nibble Tenshi's paw. "There, now if I have rabies, you have cause to send me to Valhalla... just in case." It's a dark joke, but a little morbid humor would seep through here and there. A gentle chuckle, and the comfort of his wife here to lick his wounds. Víðarr is warm, dense, comfortable in these moments. He leans the plane of his broad, dark cheek into her antler, gaze pensive and possessive, warm, adoring all at once. "Jag älskar dig." The words come with profound feeling, welling up in the viking king's chest. Oh how he loved her.
"Víðarr"
Rabies? His eyebrows lifted, a little surprise playing on his features. Gently, he reached to nibble Tenshi's paw. "There, now if I have rabies, you have cause to send me to Valhalla... just in case." It's a dark joke, but a little morbid humor would seep through here and there. A gentle chuckle, and the comfort of his wife here to lick his wounds. Víðarr is warm, dense, comfortable in these moments. He leans the plane of his broad, dark cheek into her antler, gaze pensive and possessive, warm, adoring all at once. "Jag älskar dig." The words come with profound feeling, welling up in the viking king's chest. Oh how he loved her.
![[Image: bfcOTDt.png]](https://i.imgur.com/bfcOTDt.png)
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
10-31-2023, 09:06 AM
A warm smile embraces her as she looks at Vidarr. Ah, she was truly head over paw for the man. How could one fill her heart with so much love? There were no words to describe how she felt when she was this close to him. Even though he is rugged and reckless, she loves him more because he is. She is happy to tend to his wounds, lick them clean, and ensure he'll live to see another day. It was her purpose in life given to her by the same gods he speaks of.
"How else are they to be sure you live long enough to give me puppies?" Tenshi teases him with a raise of her brow and a mischievous smirk. As he nibbles her paw, she swats playfully at him and even adds a light chuckle. She doesn't mind the dark humor. It was good to be morbid from time to time. Helped the soul and the mind to cleanse themselves when the thoughts could be verbalized sort of thing.
His next words have her blinking slowly as she feels her heart skip a beat. Tenshi knew the phrase was important, that it meant a lot to his culture, and it wasn't something to take lightly. She could feel her eyes get misty as she stared at him. Was she really getting that emotional? "Oh Vidarr," Tenshi leans into him and lifts a paw to let it gently draw down his cheek. "Jag älskar dig med," her tones are tender, sensual, full of love. There was no denying that she was utterly and fully in love with him.
![](https://i.ibb.co/dptb8Jm/Tenshi-Angry-Speech-png.png)
11-13-2023, 10:22 AM
She keeps him grounded. She keeps him whole. It doesn't escape the viking king's notice that she's well and truly the thing that keeps him on his feet, day after day. A soft, warm chuckle fills his throat and warms his chest. Víðarr always found himself hard-pressed to keep his hands off of the woman, and who could blame him? Perfect in every way and absolutely all his, a gift he could thank the gods for every fucking day. He would happily admit being absolutely wrapped around Tenshi's finger, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
A brow lifting, a brassy grin slipping across his rough features. Víðarr couldn't help himself, reaching out to drape a lazy foreleg across her side, resting purposefully on her belly. Possessive and tender, pulling her close. Her words come on as a flush over his system, comfortable and further tangled up in her. To be loved is to be seen. To be seen is to be known. To be known is to be loved. By the gods he loves her, and the whole of the nine realms would know it. "This spring, once we take the Crypt, we could have them." The words carried weight, Víðarr watching her face carefully. They'd been diligent about preventing them thus far, for the sake of the stability of the nascent pack. Their strength grew by the day, and by the spring? Gods willing... as long as Tenshi was happy with it too. His heart squeezed. Please.
"Víðarr"
A brow lifting, a brassy grin slipping across his rough features. Víðarr couldn't help himself, reaching out to drape a lazy foreleg across her side, resting purposefully on her belly. Possessive and tender, pulling her close. Her words come on as a flush over his system, comfortable and further tangled up in her. To be loved is to be seen. To be seen is to be known. To be known is to be loved. By the gods he loves her, and the whole of the nine realms would know it. "This spring, once we take the Crypt, we could have them." The words carried weight, Víðarr watching her face carefully. They'd been diligent about preventing them thus far, for the sake of the stability of the nascent pack. Their strength grew by the day, and by the spring? Gods willing... as long as Tenshi was happy with it too. His heart squeezed. Please.
![[Image: bfcOTDt.png]](https://i.imgur.com/bfcOTDt.png)
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
11-15-2023, 11:25 AM
He pulls her closer and she allows it. Leaning back into him and resting her cheek against his neck, Tenshi lets out a content sigh. Though she is a strong, independent woman, she also loves how much he loves her. How possessive he is. Protective. All the things she looks for in a mate. To simply be hers is not enough. She needs him to be everything to her.
His words have her smiling. "Could?" Tenshi turns around so that she can position herself over him. Paws on either side of him, she leans her face over his. "You mean will, yes?" She taunts him, letting her tongue peek out to lick across his muzzle. "Yet spring has not arrived so you must wait," there is a teasing nature about her words as she plants a fiery kiss on his lips. Pulling away after a few moments, she is breathless and there is a blazing hope in her eyes. To be a mother again... Her heart yearned for it.
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