Of Vikings and the World
Jelly
Of Vikings and the World
Legs Like Jelly
Asgeir's head spun. He reached for something to grab onto – anything – but failed. Yet he did not fall down.
Skjaldr caught him. With a concerned frown, he swung one of Asgeir's arms over his own shoulders, the other around his waist. Slowly, the pair walked out of the longhouse.
Away from prying eyes, Skjaldr helped the brunette to the grass, then followed suit. His brows knit. A soft smile grew on his lips. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah..."
Skjaldr pulled Asgeir into a long, drawn-out, loving hug; the kind that would have been otherwise inappropriate for two young men.