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Imagine Bjorn Being Possessive

Everybody knew who you belonged to.

He had made sure of that.

But he still found it difficult to trust in things. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you. He had given you his protection, his secrets, his love. Maybe that was the problem. You knew so much about him and yet still fiercely loved him. How could he loose that now?

After all it was them he didn’t trust.

When they saw you, how could they keep their hands from wandering over your body?

When you spoke, how could they not fall under your spell like he had? You had a way of making people feel good about themselves and it was addictive.

So he had to take extra precautions.

He needed to know you were safe at all times. 

He was a hunter, a predator, used to setting traps.

So when everyone thought him away on other business he stalked you. He had learned how to blend into the landscape long ago during his time in the ice so you were oblivious to the weight of his stare.

He evaluated the men who flirted with you, trying to claim you in his ‘absence’. Cold rage simmering through him, stronger than the burning flecks of snow that fell around him. Grinding his teeth into his jaw, tightening his fists so his fingers dug into his palm as he watched them smile at you.

“What do you think of Storr?” He asked too casually over dinner as he tore at the meat.

“I don’t much know him,” you replied honestly. “The first we spoke was a few days ago at a market. He was nice. He gave me a good price for this pot.”

Later the pot would be broken, to be replaced by a finer one from one of Bjorn’s raids.

And the man? Bjorn relished in dwarfing the admirer with the colossal size of his body and his booming voice. Promising that they would loose their fingers as they slept if they were not careful to leave you alone.

When you were together in public he claimed you by walking with his large hand warming your back. As you spoke with others he often played with twirling strands of your hair, all the while staring down whoever you chatted with.

When you had sex it was all about claiming you.

He needed all of you. He needed to be inside you so deep you would feel him there long after it was over. Needed you to taste him on your tongue. Needed you to moan his name loud in pleasure as your legs trembled. When he tugged on your hair or pinned you down roughly it was to show you who you belonged to. To remind you of his overpowering strength should you ever think of leaving. He wanted to mark your knees with grazes from the floors friction as he pounded you. To look you deep in the eyes to make that connection dizzyingly high as you both came.

He couldn’t wait until your belly would one day swell with his child.

But for now the bruised secret he wouldn’t share with you was how he broke apart at the thought that you would tire of him. 

Why you ever wanted him remained a mystery to him despite your promises. 

He was a man full of failings and he dreaded the day you would wake up and see that, seeking solace in another lucky man, never to look back. Such things had broken his parents as people.

The world that had seemed so rich in destiny emptied in value at the thought he could not call you his own.

He wanted to be the only one.

And he would make sure to keep it that way.