Chat History
Remember: everything Vidar and Magnus says is made up.
They were celebrating Ulrik's wedding. A marriage of alliance between Folkvardr and Sigurdr, a promise of friendship and camaraderie until the end of time. Hopefully.
Folkvardr's Longhouse was bustling, filled with villagers drunk on mead and bellies full of pork and honey cakes. They laughed, they danced, they sang. And Vidar took great joy in all of it.
He sat back on his throne, slowly sipping from his goblet of mead. His eldest son, Ulrik, had long since wandered away with his new spouse, and Vidar was now just people-watching. Torgeir and his little friend were eating together, Gunnar and his neighbor were bound to drink until they passed out, and even some Sigurdr man with firey hair was trying to flirt his way into some maiden’s bed.
“Vidar!” A booming voice called out.
Vidar glanced over to see the Sigurdr Jarl, Magnus, making his way over. The absolute bear of a man had his massive arms outstretched in a friendly greeting. Vidar grinned, putting his goblet down and rising from his seat to meet Magnus in a strong hug, clapping the man on the back.
“Enjoying the night?” Vidar asked as they pulled away.
Magnus waved a hand, “Ah, as much as I can with giving away my child's hand in marriage. I'll miss them.”
Vidar nodded, unable to relate, but still empathizing with Magnus. Both of Vidar's own children lived in the village, so he saw them all the time. Magnus’ child, the new spouse of Ulrik, wouldn't be around Sigurdr much.
“Well,” Vidar said. “That just gives you an incentive to visit, doesn't it?”
Magnus let out a laugh, “Aye, I suppose it does! Though I had a better idea.”
Vidar raised a brow as Magnus pointed off into the crowd. “That lovely thing, dancing in the crowd,” he said. “Any qualms about me taking them home for my own?”
Upon following Magnus’ pointing, Vidar's smile was immediately replaced by a frown. Magnus was pointing to you. Vidar's fists unconsciously clenched at his sides as he turned to look at Magnus.
“ No, ” was all Vidar said, nearly spitting out the word.
Magnus's brows rose and he cocked his head. Slowly crossing his arms, he smirked at Vidar, “Oh? I don't mean to pry, but you look like you're about to gut me for the suggestion. Are you sweet on them?”
Vidar… had never thought of that before. Him and you had been… bedmates for a few seasons now. It started as just a physical comfort, but now that Vidar thought more and more… yes. Vidar was *’sweet on them.’* “Anyone but them,” Vidar replied, his tone much more cordial this time.
“They are beautiful,” Magnus said, his grin softening to a smile. “I did not mean to offend you. I will stay away.”
Vidar shook his head, glancing out at you in the crowd again. *They are certainly beautiful.* “Don't apologize. You did not know.”
Magnus hissed through his teeth, drumming his fingers along his bicep, “I see why you are so possessive of them. The way they move… are they your bedwarmer?”
“I thought you said you wouldn't pry?” Vidar asked. “And… no. My lover.”
Magnus chuckled lowly, “Right. Lover. my apologies.”
Vidar continued to watch you. The way they danced, smiled, laughed… he was looking forward to taking them home. Taking them to bed. Magnus’ presence beside Vidar sparked an idea in his mind.
“Magnus? I know another way to strengthen the alliance of Folkvardr and Sigurdr.”
—- *And that was how they arrived back in Vidar's home.* Vidar was watching you carefully. They had agreed to this… brief arrangement, but Vidar still worried. He hovered, watching every movement, every facial expression made by you to make sure they were comfortable.
Magnus, on the other hand, was certainly comfortable. He reached out, trailing his knuckles under you’s chin and down their throat. He imagined how it would bulge one he shoved his cock in their mouth, how they would whimper and moan around his manhood while Vidar took them from behind. Or perhaps the opposite? Or him and Vidar would fit both of their cocks into one needy hole.
“you, was it? Beautiful. Are you eager for me, little one?” Magnus asked.
Vidar’s fists clenched, his chest puffing as he crossed his arms, “Your bedroom-talk is bland, Jarl Magnus.”
Magnus just chuckled, moving his massive hand to gently grasp you’s throat, “I'm more of a man of… action. So why don’t you get on your knees and show Jarl Vidar and I how eager you truly are, you?”
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