Danegold: The Viking Brother's Sequel

ChibiMisu here! Okay, this has to be my fastest update ever! I think… >_> Well, I’m going to try and make the chapters shorter so I can post them faster. I know I promised a bonus story in this one, but the chapter got done faster than the bonus one, so I figured it would be best to update now and save it for later. I’ve had enough fruits thrown at me already. ^^v


Warnings: Hints of incest in this one. Just hints, I promise!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh


Danegold: The Viking Brothers Sequel

Chapter 6: Lies My Sister Told Me

Marik’s Tent:

Bakura sat on his brother’s fur blankets, watching him undress with the evil eye. He knew Marik liked to sleep in the nude, but he wasn’t going to do it while Bakura had to share his bed! Thankfully, Marik kept his pants on. Bakura chose to sleep in his clothes for safety. Marik might think he’s Malik and try something on him! The thought made him shiver in disgust.

“Are you cold?” Marik asked him when he saw him shiver.

“No, it’s just the thought of having to share a bed with you!” Marik rolled his eyes.

“It’s not like we haven’t shared one before, Bakura.”

“Yeah, but Yami was always in the middle!”

“And? What’s so bad about me?”

“Where do I begin? You snore, you smell, you have horrible morning breath, you twitch, you punch, you point, you kick, you’re hotter than an iron rod-“ Marik grinned “Don’t you DARE try to take that out of context, and you talk in your sleep!”

“Is that all?”

“I think so.” Marik walked over to the blankets and stood over Bakura.

“You want to sleep on the outside or the inside?”

“Outside, in case I have to make a run for it.”

“A run for it? What do you think I’m going to do to you?” Bakura settled down under the blankets.

“I don’t know, you’re an oddity.” Marik rolled his eyes and got under the blankets next to his brother. Bakura already threw his half of the blanket off. “Gods be damned, you haven’t even been under here for a second and you’re already hot!” Marik smirked.

“Why Bakura, I didn’t know you thought that way about me.” Bakura glared.

“Body heat! Your body heat! You’re practically frying me alive!”

“Mmm…fried Bakura. I wonder what the Pineapple King would think of that?”

“Sometimes, I really, really hate you.” Bakura rolled over then, giving Marik his back. “Night.” Was all he said to his brother. Marik rolled over too.

“Night.”

It wasn’t long into the night when Bakura was awakened by his brother. He felt arms that were too hard and muscular to be Ryou’s, and that better be a knee poking his back! For a second, he had forgotten where he was. That wasn’t his battle axe in the corner…oh, he was sharing Marik’s tent for the night. He gasped out loud as Marik pulled him tight against this chest.

“Mmm---Malik…” Malik?!

“I’M NOT MALIK!” Bakura hollered, trying to escape from Marik’s iron grip. Marik only him tighter against him and Bakura started gasping for breath. He didn’t want to end up like poor Smokey! “Let me g-YIPE!” THAT wasn’t Marik’s knee! He had a pretty good idea what it was. How did Malik handle that thing?!

“Don’t struggle, Malik…I just want some lovin’…” Bakura growled.

“You aren’t getting any from me-OOF!” Bakura found himself flat on his belly with his face buried in the fur. Marik rest his full weight on him, snuggling his face into Bakura’s white hair. Bakura couldn’t do anything but flap his limbs around. If you looked at the two from the top, you would only see Bakura’s frantic limbs flaring around.

“Mmm…Malik…so soft…” Bakura managed to turn his head to the side and took in a large gulp of air.

“Marik! Get off of me! It’s Bakura! Not Malik!”

“Ba---kura?” Marik said slowly and opened his eyes. “Malik? Baby?” Bakura was blushing angrily.

“It’s me you asshole!” Marik blinked the sleep from his eyes and scratched the back of his head.

“Oh, it’s just you, Bakura. Forgot about the whole thing…sorry.” Marik said groggily and snuggled his nose into the back of Bakura’s neck. Bakura managed to wiggle under him a bit, but was immediately pinned back into place.

“Let me go you out-of-control fungus!” Marik smiled and snuggled Bakura against him.

“Big, soft, fuzzy bunny…boom boom….” Bakura’s eyes widened.

“NO “boom boom”! You get your sleep razed lusty brain out of your dick and onto YOUR side of the bed! You’re crushing me you oversized behemoth!” A light snore was the only response he got from Marik. It was going to be a LOOOONG night.


Yami’s tent:

“Please Annar, please go to sleep.” Yugi begged as he rocked Annar in his arms. The boy was getting a bit to heavy for him to hold and he felt his arms starting to go numb. But Annar was fussy and if he even tried to put him down in his bed, he’d start to cry. So Yugi had no choice but to rock him. Yami sat as his new desk, filling out some papers. He wished Yami would come and help him out with Annar rather than sign silly papers.

“Yami, can you try to put Annar to bed?” Yami didn’t look over at him.

“Sorry Yugi, but I have to finish this. Just keep rocking him. He’ll fall asleep.” ‘Easy for you to say’, Yugi said to himself and walked over to Yami.

“Yami, darling?”

“Hm?” Yami answered, not brothering to turn around but continued to read his documents. Yugi puffed his cheeks out.

“Yami Bolverk, look at me!” Yami, surprised by Yugi’s tone, turned around to face him.

“Yes little rabbit?” Yugi’s cheeks went back to normal and he smiled again.

“I just wanted you to look at me. And please, can you help me with Annar? He’s getting to heavy for me to hold and rock!” Annar was half asleep already, but was fighting the urge to sleep. Yami looked at his son and then went back to his work.

“He’s starting to fall asleep now. Just give him a little more time.”

“Can’t your papers wait for a little bit? Just until your son goes to bed?” Yugi suggested and flashed his big, violet eyes at Yami, hoping they’d have some effect. Yami looked at him and was unable to resist those eyes. He laid down his quill and stood up from his chair, taking Annar from Yugi. Yugi sighed and rubbed his arms, starting to feel the blood flow in them once again. Yami rocked Annar with one arm as he brought him over to the basket bed. There must have been something in Yami’s rocking because Annar fell right to sleep, sucking his thumb. Yami gently placed him in the bed and covered him up.

“See? I told you he would fall right to sleep in a few minutes.” Yugi just rolled his eyes.

“Well, now that he’s asleep we can talk.”

“Talk about what?” Yugi walked over to him and took his hand in both of his.

“About what you said the other night at the dinner, about gambling. I wish you wouldn’t, Yami.” Yugi pleaded. “We should save our money for things of importance, like Annar’s education and our well being.” Yami smiled and wrapped his arms around Yugi.

“There’s no need to worry about Annar’s learning, Yugi. I plan to have Seto teach him everything he needs to know. Seto can train him in both studies and sword play. We’ll be saving money that way, and Annar will be getting only the best.” Yugi bit his lip and lowered his head.


“But, Seto is very strict and hard working. I don’t want him overworking poor Annar.” Yugi imagined a poor, work driven Annar buried under a pile of books and Seto on top with a drum and devil horns. He shivered at the thought.

“Yugi, Annar will be getting only the best with Seto as his teacher. He helped Marik read and write, you know.” Yugi blinked up at him in surprise.

“Really?” Yami nodded.

“And Marik turned out fine, except for a few quirks here and there. But they’re not “Seto” related.” Yugi giggled and hugged Yami to him.

“Well, if you think Seto is the best for Annar, then I’ll have to agree with you. However, I don’t want you gambling!” Yugi glared up at him, or at least tried to. Yami was just not threatened by Yugi’s antics, no matter what they were.

“You’re so cute, Yugi.” Yami said with a smile and pinched Yugi’s cheek. That was it! Yugi pulled his face out of Yami’s grasp and bit his finger, just as he said he would do the next time someone tried to pinch his cheeks. “OW!!” Yami pulled his finger away. “What was that for?!” Yugi hmphed.

“I vowed that the next person who did that to me I would bite their finger! You all treat me like some…some little child! No one takes me seriously!” Yami had to hold in his laugh.

“Yugi, your face and nature are just to…cute to be threatened by.” Yugi puffed his cheeks out and Yami smiled. “See what I mean? You’re so cute.” Yugi turned away from him. “Aw, don’t have a puss, Yugi. Why are you so upset about this? I’m suppose to be the evil overlord, not you. Servants still listen to your orders when you give them.”

“But that’s not the point.” Yugi pouted and Yami tilted his chin up.

“Yugi, I don’t want you to feel the need to be a leader. That is my job and my worry. Your job is to stand by me, nurture our child, and sooth my temper. To me, that’s a big enough job as it is. And you do it so well.” Yugi smiled at him.

“For some reason, as hard as I try, I can’t be mad at you, Lord Yami Bolverk.” Yami brought his face down to nuzzle Yugi’s nose.

“And that’s what I love about you. Now, you go get ready for bed while I finish up my paperwork.” Yugi nodded.

“Alright Yami. Don’t stay up too late.” And he leaned up to kiss his husband’s cheek before heading to bed. Yami went back to his work with a smile.


Bakura’s tent:


“Malik, what’s that noise going on outside?” Ryou asked between spoonfuls of soup. It was usually quiet on their side of the camp, but this morning, there was more noise than ever. Malik got up and peeked outside the tent, looking around for the source of the noise. To the far left of them, on the opposite side of the walkway, a group of servants were putting up a tent much like their own. Malik turned to look at Ryou over his shoulder.

“Looks like we have new neighbors.”

“New neighbors?” Ryou questioned, placing his soup bowl next to him on the ground. Malik nodded, sticking his head out of the tent again.

“Hm…I see some servants, a big, shaggy dog, and-whoa!” Ryou’s ears perked up as Malik said “whoa”

“ ‘Whoa’ what?”

“We have a real Adonis living across from us!” Ryou cocked an eyebrow.

“Is he that handsome?”

“Sure is! Damn, if only I wasn’t married!” Ryou blushed.

“Malik! Behave yourself!” Malik turned back to him with an impish grin.

“But YOU’RE not married!” Ryou narrowed his eyes slightly and backed away from Malik’s mischievous grin.

“And you are telling me this why?” Malik closed the flap and hurried over to his friend, kneeling down next to him.

“I’m saying, that this guy across from us is a real looker! Very handsome!” Ryou was still confused.

“And what does this have to do with marriage?” Malik rolled his eyes. Ryou could be so blind sometimes.

“You’re not married, so you can fool around with him! Make sure to give me all the details!” Ryou, slightly appalled, leaned back further away from Malik, a look of shock on his face. Was Malik suggesting that he go courting?! With a man he didn’t even know?! Uh oh, Malik had that look in his eye!

“But…but I wouldn’t even know where to begin! Bakura advanced himself on me…I’m too shy.” Ryou said pitifully and hung his head. “Besides, I look like Hell warmed over…and if he’s as good looking as you say, he’s probably already married.” Malik stood up and brushed the dirt off his knees.

“Well, I’m going over to introduce myself. It’s the neighborly thing to do.” Malik said with a smile and flattened his hair.

“You’re just going over there to snoop. What do you care about being “neighborly”?” Malik grinned.

“I’m that easy to read, huh?” Ryou nodded. “Will you be okay if I leave for a few minutes?” Ryou shook his head and shooed him away. Malik winked at him and hurried out of the tent. Ryou just sighed and ran a hand through his hair, knowing it was the attitude caused by his sickness that let Malik do what he wished. He knew what this meant, but at the moment, he didn’t care. Malik’s great a playing “match-maker”, which is what worried him the most.


Malik walked over to the new neighbors, watching the servants as they readied the tent. He couldn’t find his Adonis anywhere. He knew he must look suspicious walking around and gazing at everyone. The servants looked healthy enough and well clothed, which meant that their master was a good one. If he treated his servants like normal people, then he wouldn’t treat Ryou any different. Malik decided to ask one of the servants where their master was. The servant jutted his thumb to the back of the tent and Malik circled it, looking for the master. He spied him at the far corner of the tent wall, talking to a young boy. The boy grinned and ran off, giggling happily. Malik smiled at the man’s friendliness.

“Excuse me, good sir?” The man turned around at Malik’s words and smiled at him.

“Can I help you?” Malik took in the man’s appearance quickly. Dark blonde, curly hair, shoulder length, green eyes, slight goatee, well-built, young, maybe early 20’s, clean features, yup! They’re off to a good start!

“I’m your neighbor from across the walk. I’m Malik Bolverk, wife of Lord Marik Bolverk.” He held out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The man smiled and took Malik’s hand gently in his and shook it.

“I’m Lord Hrothgar Suthrland, ally of the Bolverk family.” Malik smiled.

“Ah, so you’re a friend!” He really hated Viking names. Hrothgar smiled at him.

“Yes, we are. I used to hang around with the Bolverk brothers at the games sometimes. We’ve sparred a few times too.”

Malik kept his friendly face, but his mind screamed “DAMN IT!” If he knew Bakura and the others, and if he should get together with Ryou, that would upset Bakura even more because it’s someone he KNOWS. But Hrothgar said they’ve only played a few times together. On the other hand, this might work to Ryou’s advantage. Bakura, seeing Ryou all lovey dovey with Hrothgar could push him to admit his true feelings for Ryou. So Ryou couldn’t lose either way. He could go with Hrothgar if Bakura didn’t want him, or he would end up with Bakura if he admits his feelings. His plan was working so far! He just had to introduce them.

“So which tent is Marik’s?” Hrothgar asked. “I haven’t seen him in awhile.”

“Oh, his is right next to Bakura’s. Say, do you have any medical knowledge?” Hrothgar tilted his head to the side a bit.

“I do to an extent, yes. Why?” Malik put on his best worried face and chibi eyes.

“A dear friend of mine is ill and I’m looking for someone who can maybe identify what he has. Could you spare a few moments to come and look at him?” Hrothgar nodded with a smile.

“Sure, I’ll give it a go. I can’t guarantee I’ll know what ails him, but I will do my best.” Malik gently took his hand in his and led him to Bakura’s tent.

“That’s all I can ask of you. And thank you so much! This means a lot to me!” ‘Damn, I’m good!’ Malik said to himself as he led Hrothgar to where Ryou was. They stopped in front of the tent flap and Malik voiced his presence. Ryou’s soft voice came from inside, telling him to enter. Malik lightly tugged Hrothgar inside. “Ryou, this is our new neighbor, Lord Hrothgar Suthrland! He’s here to see what ails you.” Malik winked at Ryou, who blushed lightly but got the hint.

“H-hello. I’m Ryou.” Hrothgar smiled pleasantly at him and made his way over. Ryou took in his appearance as he walked over. Malik was right, he WAS handsome! Probably the most dashing Viking warrior he had ever seen! He had VERY gentle features, but had the body build of all other Viking warriors. Ryou matched him up with Seto. Gentle, yet strong.

“Hello Ryou, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Ryou nodded and shied away from his slightly. Malik stood behind him and shook his head “no” at Ryou’s actions. He pulled his arms towards him, signaling Ryou to move closer.

“Please forgive me, Lord Hrothgar, but I’m a tad bit shy.” Malik drug his hand down his face and rolled his eyes. Hrothgar put a strong, yet gentle hand on his shoulder.

“There’s no need worry, I understand. I guess I can be a little intimidating.”

“Oh no, you’re not intimidating at all!” Malik said with a chipper attitude. “You’re a very nice man, and so pleasant too!” Hrothgar chuckled and felt Ryou’s forehead.

“Why thank you for your complements. Hm…you have a slight fever. Open your mouth please.” Ryou did as he was told. “Slightly sore throat…have you been coughing?” Ryou nodded. “You don’t have anything to worry about, Malik.” Hrothgar said to him over his shoulder. “He just has a normal cold.”

“Whew, that’s good news!” Malik said with a sigh. Hrothgar stood back up and winked at Ryou, who blushed prettily. He turned around to face Malik.

“Is there anything else you need, “Lady” Malik?”

“Oh no, that will be all. Thank you again for your kindness, good sir.”

“Y-yes…thank you.” Ryou said softly from his place under the blanket.

“Oh by the way, did you just arrive to the island?” Hrothgar crossed his arms and shifted his body to a more comfortable position.

“I just arrived here today, but I happen to live a few miles from here.” Malik made a look of surprise

“So you actually live here!? You’re the first person I’ve met who lives here on the island.” Hrothgar nodded.

“Yeah, born and raised. My home is half a days ride from here. I plan to host a party sometime before the games end, and the Bolverk’s, plus guests, were the firsts on my list.”

“Oh, I love parties!”

“Be sure to tell Yami and the others, okay? But for now, I need to get back to the tent. You know, make sure no one is falling asleep on the job.”

“Okay, thanks again for all your help! I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other around! Just pop in whenever you want!” Ryou poked his head out to glare at Malik.

“Thanks. See you around Malik, bye Ryou.” Ryou peeked out from behind the furs and waved.

“Bye bye.” Malik walked Hrothgar to the flap and watched him leave. When he saw him safely at his tent, he turned back to Ryou with a big grin.

“Well, what do you think?!” Ryou let the furs fall back onto his lap as he answered Malik.

“He is handsome…and he…he winked at me…” Ryou blushed and Malik gave a victory cry.

“Damn I’m good!” He ran to Ryou and hugged him. “This is wonderful, Ryou! Hrothgar is a such a nice guy and BOUND to treat you better!”

“I…I don’t know, Malik. This all seems a bit too risky for my taste.”

“Oh, it’ll be fine! Just trust me on this, Ryou. Please?” Malik begged him with the best, pitiful look he could give. “If you’re really my friend, you’ll trust me, right?” Now he was pulling the “best friend” trick!

“Let me think about it for awhile. In the meantime, why don’t you go and see Marik and have breakfast. Give me time to think about your little plan.” Malik smiled and slapped him on the back.

“Don’t hurt yourself now.” Ryou narrowed his eyes. “I’ll be back later to check on you, and you better have an answer for me when I come back, okay?” Ryou nodded.

“I will.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later then.”

Ryou waved at Malik’s retreating figure, basking in the glories of silence. Sure he loved Malik, but sometimes the man babbled a bit too much. At least now he was alone and peaceful, so he could think clearly about the situation. Malik’s idea was a good one, and he was honored by Malik’s enthusiasm to help him with his love life. But he had Bakura to answer to.

He had to think about this logically. As mean as Bakura was to him, Ryou heart still raced whenever he thought of him. Bakura had his good sides too. Sometimes. For the most part, it seemed Bakura was really mean when he was drunk. Same goes for most people. There were many times where Bakura was nice to him. Maybe not during sex, but at other times. Bakura was the first man, or rather person, he had ever been intimate with. Bakura showed him a world of blinding pleasure shared between two people. Whether it meant something or not, it was still the act. They had never made love, not once. Bakura tried to tell him that they were, but Ryou knew the truth, just from hearing his friends talk about their husbands.

But there was the big issue of Bakura’s rendezvous with others. He was so jealous of his friends; jealous of the happy love lives they led. The person they loved never went off at nights to share another’s bed, or go out just to get drunk. He knew they didn’t want to talk about it in front of him, but he heard from time to time. There was no point in having his friends involve him in their “husband” conversation anyway. He had nothing to share. He was never allowed to go to any social gathers with his friends because he was still a servant, or he would go as their personal page. Duke and Tristan didn’t seem to mind being left behind, and neither did Keith. At least he has someone to keep him company when everyone else is out having a good time. But he shouldn’t be jealous of his friends and the lives they lead. He could have led one like that too, if he has just fallen in love with someone else.

Why DID he fall in love with Bakura? For the longest time he thought it was because the Viking was the first man he’d ever known. But now, Ryou doesn’t think that’s the case. There must be something else that drove him to love Bakura. Was it the mind blowing nights of pleasure they shared? Or maybe the fact that he was Bakura’s servant and no one else’s? This question was one he had been pondering for awhile. But at the moment, that wasn’t the problem he had to be thinking about.

This Hrothgar Suthrland…he seemed like a nice guy. Handsome too. His touch was gentle, his features were gentle, even his personality was gentle. But he was a Viking warrior, which meant he had some part of him that liked to fight. Beneath that gentle exterior was a great warrior, that much he could tell. Bakura had that way about him too, if you happen to catch him that mood. Sometimes, Ryou would watch Bakura sleep, and his features were soft and peaceful. Ryou loved watching him sleep. It was the only time he could gaze at Bakura in a state he longed to see when he was awake.

But maybe that’s just wishful thinking. Bakura is too egotistical. Maybe he SHOULD give Hrothgar a try. What did he have to loose? Bakura MAY come to terms with his feelings for him, if he had any to begin with. Or he was just wasting his time. He had thought about that many times, but never attempted it because he had nothing to go on. But now, he has Hrothgar to experiment with. His plan didn’t seem to work when he tried it with Marik and Malik, but that was those two. They were too…sex crazy for him. Orgies were NOT his thing, and apparently it wasn’t Malik’s thing either. But this Hrothgar was different, he wasn’t a family member. Maybe it would have a different effect on Bakura. It was worth a try. Who knows…maybe he’ll like being with Hrothgar.


Somewhere in the trading post…


Bakura browsed the items on the trading tables as he walked. He decided to go for a walk, considering the pain he went through last night! He didn’t get ONE WINK of sleep last night! Not ONE! He had Marik’s constant “on and off” erection pressed against his pants and his overwhelming body heat nearly fried him alive! It felt good to get out into the cold air and have room to move around. He was pinned beneath the large body of his brother all night. That was the worse type punishment he could EVER receive! But just as he was enjoying his peace, he heard a feminine voice call out his name.

“Oh Bakura! Bakura Bolverk!!” Bakura looked around for the source of the voice, and caught sight of the Oddvar sister, Dahlia. She smiled happily and waved to him as she ran towards him. His eyes wondered down to her young, bouncy breasts, watching them instead. “How are you this fine morning?” She asked happily as she stood in front of him, hands behind her back and chest sticking out.

“I’m good, more or less. I had a rough night.”

“Aw, that’s too bad. Was it nightmares?”

“Something like that.” He said and imagined Marik with the body of a pineapple and a dragon tail.

“Aw…well, I haven’t had breakfast yet, so would you care to join me? Sveyn is out right now and I would like an escort.”

“Are you sure you should be seen with me? I am a member of your family’s rival. Aren’t you afraid of talk?” She laughed prettily and ushered him away from the current table.

“Of course not! You’re being a gentlemen by making sure I am kept safe. My brother’s can’t punish you for that.”

“I’m not afraid of your brothers anyway.”

She giggled and walked extremely close to him, making Bakura feel a bit uncomfortable. The idea had been great before, but he had some time to think last night while under Marik. Dahlia could be up to no good like Marik had suggested. This whole flirting and escort thing could be a sick joke thought up by her brothers. But then again, Bakura always remembered Dahlia being the nicest out of all the brothers. She was the youngest and a girl, but she always followed them around. She was always the peaceful one out of the bunch.

Maybe he should end this right now, this being alone with Dahlia. There are too many eyes and once the eyes see, the mouth follows. Gossip and rumor were always present in society, especially when it concerned two members of opposing families. People were always eager to start up more trouble with exaggeration. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and Dahlia looked back at him, confusion written on her face.

“Bakura? Is something wrong.”

“Sorry, but I just remembered I have something to do.” She turned around with a look of disappointment on her face.

“Aww! But I thought we were going to have breakfast! I’m scared to eat alone!” Bakura crossed his arms.

“Then you shouldn’t have come out here without a proper escort in the first place. Besides, there are too many people around here for anything to happen to you without witnesses, so I think you’ll be okay.” She pouted cutely at him.

“But…are you really going to leave me here? All alone?” Bakura nodded.

“Pretty much yeah. You’ll be fine.” He turned around and walked away from her, waving over his shoulder. Dahlia crossed her arms and stomped her foot.

“Hmph! See if I dance with him at the next celebration!” She said out loud and walked the opposite way of him. Dahlia decided it was best to just go home, before anything else happened. She was mad that Sveyn had left her alone today and Bakura refused to be her bodyguard. She was still hungry, but figured it was best to wait for one of her brothers to take her.

It didn’t take her long to get back to the Oddvar camp circle. All her brothers were out wondering the grounds, so she was basically all alone. She felt nervous, but shrugged it off and walked into Sveyn’s tent. She sat on her fur blankets and opened a book to pass the time. About an hour later, she heard footsteps outside the tent and looked up. She smiled as Sveyn passed through the tent flap, then frowned at his current state.

“Oh Sveyn, isn’t it a little early to be drunk?” She said with a sigh and shook her head. Sveyn hiccupped and stumbled a bit on his feet. Dahlia quickly got up to help walk her brother over to his bed. “I wish ale never existed!” She mumbled, but it was enough for Sveyn to hear.

“But it-*hic* it makes so many men happy!” Dahlia rolled her eyes.

"It also makes them rude, vulgar, and delirious!” She said and helped him down onto the furs, but Sveyn wouldn’t let go of her arm. “You can let me go now, Sveyn.” He gave her a lopsided grin.

“But I don’ wanna, sweetling. *hic*” She gasped and tried to pull away, but Sveyn held tight and yanked her down to him.

“What are you doing?!”

“Making you mine, wench!”


Seto’s Tent:

Jou yawned loudly from his place at Seto’s desk where he was currently stitching up one of his husband’s tunics. Now that Ryou was sick, Jou had to do all the sewing for himself and Seto. He hated sewing with a passion. He’d rather be sparring or practicing archery.

“OW! Damn needle!” Jou said and stuck his finger in his mouth. “That’s the fourth hole I put in my finger today!”

“Jou? Are you in there?”

“Come on in, Malik.”

“Are you decent this time?” Jou rolled his eyes.

“Yes!” He watched Malik saunter inside his tent, smirking like a cat who had just got the cream. “What are you so proud about?” Malik whistled a little tune and leaned against Seto’s desk.

“I just played match maker!” Jou raised an eyebrow.

“Match maker? With whom?”

“Our darling little Ryou, of course!” Jou gasped and dropped his needle and thread.

“You got him together with Bakura?!”

“Oh no, not with Bakura!” Jou was confused. “I mean, well, I introduced him to another guy named Hrothgar Suthrland, and he took a liking to Ryou. I think Ryou is planning on trying this guy out, after that incident with Bakura, that is.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea, Malik?” Jou asked with worry. “You know how possessive and territorial Bakura is!”

“Nah, I have a plan for that and the way I see it, it’ll work out! Ryou can’t stay with Bakura if he is going to hurt him like this. I plan to get Yami involved also. Ryou’s going to be happy if it’s the last thing I do!” Jou took a few seconds to think about it.

“Well, if you get Yami involved, then he could keep Bakura away from Ryou, should things get out of hand. So, what does this guy look like?” Jou asked with a curious smile. “Is he cute?” Malik winked.

“If only I wasn’t married.”

“That good, huh?”

“Yup!” They both looked at each other and started to giggle.

“We’re such girls!” Jou joked and continued to laugh.

“And just what is so funny?” Both men stopped as they heard Seto’s voice. Seto stepped in and smiled at the two. “Seems like you two are up to something.” Jou and Malik exchanged glances.

“….no….” They said together, but it didn’t fool Seto. He crossed his arms and smirked.

“You can’t fool me.” He told them. “I know you’re up to something, so spill it.”

“Can you go find Yami for us?” Malik asked him.

“Why Yami?”

“I need to speak with him.”

“And just what is this all about so I can tell him.”

“Seto, just go and get Yami. We’ll tell you when we tell him.” Jou said and shooed him away with his hand. Seto gave them a suspicious smirk, but listened to Jou.

“I’ll be back.” Malik and Jou waited for him to be gone before they burst out into another fit of giggles.


Sveyn’s Tent:

Dahlia shook as she fumbled with her torn dress, trying to put it on. Sveyn was out cold, snoring loudly on the furs. She managed to dress herself of what was left of her dress. Sveyn had torn it off in his drunken lust, not knowing that it was his own sister he forced himself upon. Even though he was blindly drunk, Dahlia still felt betrayed. She knew Sveyn always had a lusty way about him, but she never would have thought he’d take advantage of her!

What was she going to do now? She fell to her knees on the floor and wrapped her bruised arms around her body, sobbing softly. She had to tell someone…she had to get help. But her body was still shaking in pain from the rape. But just then, something crossed her mind. She couldn’t tell anyone what Sveyn had done to her! It would soil the family name! They would be talked about and ridiculed. Incest was by far one of the worse crimes, and she didn’t have the heart to put her brothers through that.

But she had to tell someone. She needed a doctors care, but how was she going to get around this? She didn’t want to soil the family name. Then, she got an idea. She stopped her tears when the thought came to her. It would work, and it was the only way. Quickly, she stood up on shaky legs and hobbled out of the tent onto the walkway. She looked around for anyone, anyone who she could go to. She saw a Viking, one of their own men, and she ran to him.

“Lady Dahlia?!” The Viking gasped as he saw her. “What happened to you?!” She fell into his arms and started to sob loudly. “Did someone hurt you?”

“Please…please help me!” She sobbed. “He….he raped me!”

“Who did?!”

“That…that…Bolverk!”

“Bolverk?!” the Viking repeated in shock.

“What’s going on?!” Came the angry shout of Mikkel as he saw his little sister. He ran to her and took her from the Viking’s arms. “What the hell happened here?!”

“All I could get from her was that she was raped by a Bolverk!”

“BOLVERK!?” Dahlia sobbed into his chest.

“Protect me, brother! Don’t let him get me!”

“Which one?!” He asked with a growl. “Which one did this to you?!”

“B-Ba-“

“BAKURA?!”

“Yes! Yes, he did!” She sobbed out and buried her face in his tunic.

“That bastard!” Mikkel growled through grit teeth. “I’ll run my sword through his belly myself! Go inform Ludmund of what happened! Hurry!” He ordered the Viking who quickly followed the order. “It’s okay Dahlia…” He held her. “It’s alright, big brother’s here. I’m going to bring you to a doctor.”

“He hurt me…Oh Mikkel, I was so scared! I couldn’t fight him!”

“Say no more! You need medical care!” He gently scooped her up in his arms and hurried to find a doctor.


Bakura’s Tent:

Ryou had finally made up his mind about Hrothgar and now waited patiently for Malik’s return. He started to feel cold again, and his throat was still as sore as ever. He let out a sigh, wondering to himself when he was going to get better. He knew how backed up on his chores he was, and he wished he could complete them. No doubt they were multiplying every hour.

“Ryou, can I come in?”

“Come in, Duke.” Duke walked in with a tray of food and a pitcher of water.

“How are you feeling?” Duke asked as he laid the tray down in front of Ryou.

“I’m feeling no different, sadly.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Ryou. But look, I brought you some warm, fresh soup and cold water for your throat.” Ryou smiled at him.

“Thank you so much. I am pretty hungry.” He lifted the bowl and took in the fresh smell. “It smells so good.”

“That’s because it’s fresh.” Duke told him. “It’s a real treat to find fresh soup here.” Ryou nodded and scooped some of the warm liquid onto his spoon. He blew gently on it and then sipped it.

“Mm…it takes good.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Duke poured some water into Ryou’s mug and placed it back on his tray. “I’m lucky to have found clean water, too.”

“BAKURA!!!”

Came a sudden loud, angry voice from outside the tent. It startled the two men, making Duke drop the pitcher. Both men gasped as the eldest Oddvar brother, Ludmund , stormed into the tent. Ryou shook in fear at the furious look on the Viking lord’s face. He covered himself with the furs, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Ludmund glared at them and drew his sword from his belt.

“Where’s Bakura!?”


End Chapter 6