Hearts of Enemies (Dusutii and Heavyarms03)

[Lady.Taser]

Kyla nodded, he couldn't believe that this wasn't winter when snow was falling and it was bone chillingly cold. He had quite a bit to get used to, but the couple of months should be enough so that he was able fight effectively when the time came. "I find more offense at calling him my father than I do at being called your belonging. I will need a messenger who knows not to open packages out of curiousity." Kyla pulled out the reasonably large cloth sack that held the hair he had cut off and opened it in front of him, laying the cloth on the ground and opening it up fully before making sure the hair was spread all over the material.

 

"You see, anything sent by me to the King will only be opened by the King and in private. He will still think me his pet assassin and won't risk my identity being uncovered from carelessness." Pulling another of the pouches from the makshift belt he pulled out two small, round objects. They were a dark red colour, matching the colour of the tie on the pouch, he replaced the pouch on his belt and rolled the two round balls close to the fire so that they heated up a little.

 

"This weather is perfect from keeping my poisons.. well not poisonous." He tilted his head and looked over at Tyr. "This particular poison isn't effective until a week after it has been heated and crumbled. It needs the time for the anti-reagent to fully break down. When the King opens the package he will get a large dose of posioned air, and he won't even know it." Reaching for a stick Kyla moved the balls back into reach and picked them up satisfied they had heated thoroughly. With deft fingers he started to crumble them over the hair, all that remained on his hands a fine red powder. "It won't kill him quickly, but slowly instead. It only takes one strong dose to weaken a man significantly." With a chuckle he quickly moved the hair into the centre of the cloth and wrapped the cloth securely around the hair.

 

Once he had prepared the poison he found himself yawning, the day had been more tiring on his body than he had expected and he waited eagerly for the food to be served. In such a good mood that he was smiling quite normally for once. He almost caught himself leaning against Tyr for the heat given off my the larger man's body. After a moment of deliberation he decided to let himself lean against the man, Tyr had already said he would be safe and while he wasn't sure how the rest of his men would react Kyla felt he could at least trust in Tyr's words. Lies didn't seem to be a part of the barbarian's personality.

[Heavyarms03]

The barbarian leader nodded his head, he watched the boy move the package, he reached over and took a leather pouch from one of the saddle packs. His men were also watching the boy at what he was doing. Tyr listened as Kyla moved the poison over the hair. He took a cloth and some warm water, cleaning the others hands with it as the boy leaned against him. One of the men started to carve the deer up and hand out plates. Tyr took his and Kyla’s and sat them down on the fur as he finished cleaning the others hands. He picked up the cloth with poison and hair and shoved it inside the leather pouch and tied it closed.

 

“I know just the person,” he answered Kyla. “Eat,” he pushed the plate into the assassin’s now cleaned hands. The men looked at them but said nothing. Either they knew that Tyr had a taste for the male flesh or they weren’t brave enough to risk their blood on what they thought, or both.

 

Tyr ate quickly and finished his mug of ale, when he finished he moved over to the ten and move a little to the side to look outside. His men looked up at him as he turned back to them and shook his head. “I will check again in the morning,” he told them. He moved over towards the cave that he and Kyla would be sleeping in. There was a fire pit in all the caves and a ventilation system leading up and more than likely outside but not so the cold air could rush in on them. Tyr started the small fire and moved the larger rocks towards the fire, the rock will hold their heat, and the fire will help keep the place warm. The bed of furs already laid out for them. He went and checked the other three cut out rock rooms to make sure they had fire wood and that there was enough for tomorrow, just in case they had to stay here.

 

“Kyla,” he called and nodded to the rock room when the boy had finished eating his fill. Some of the men gave him whistles. Tyr shook his head and entered the area. It was warm already thanks to the fire but the chill still hung in the air. He took off his leather and fur tunic. Standing shirtless for a long moment, enjoying the warmth of the fire.

[Lady.Taser]

Kyla took the plate happily and ate. His appetite greater than the day before, especially since he wasn't eating as though he was a frail girl. The men seemed strangely quiet, but Kyla payed it not mind, growing tired now that he had eaten. The weather was draining his energy and he felt as though he could sleep for days on end. He didn't move as Tyr moved about the cave checking things and making sure everything was sorted choosing to wait until he was called to stand up. At the whistles as he headed to the the area Kyla turned and gave the men a wicked grin before walking the rest of the distance into the area giggling.

 

Walking in he found Tyr shirtless and queitly made his way around the large man to the furs where he sat down. removing the daggers and his makeshift belt Kyla moved them to the side where they would not be in his way. He then watched the barbarian closely. He didn't know how long it would be sleeping only and while he had no interest it he knew he would eventually have to give in. There was only so much he could do against the man. Poisons were not an option since this man was his chance to kill the king and gain a level of freedom.

 

With the fire warming the air Kyla decided to remove his top, placing it with his weapons and shivering slightly as the cold hit him. There was a pale scar visible on his shoulder, almost like the entry wound for a sword. If someone looked carefully enough at his back they would see a matching scar in the same place. His pale skin was glowing in the fire light as he spoke to Tyr. "So why didn't you kill me? It can't have been just because I am male. What else was it that caught your attention?" Kyla was leaning back on his arms as he looked up at Tyr, one leg bent while the other stretched out straight on the furs.

[Heavyarms03]

Tyr watched the fire, he looked over at Kyla when he entered but otherwise didn’t move as his attention was taken back to the flames. He stretched out his arms, feeling the muscle move and flex with him. He turned towards Kyla when the male asked him the question. His eyes danced over the pale flesh of his upper body before finally settling back to the other’s eyes. Tyr knelt down and untied his boots and kicked them off. He moved closer to the fur bed and undressed from his pants again as he shifted to sit next to Kyla.

 

“Why didn’t I kill you?” he asked as he lay back and placed his hands under his head. “Well I look at it this way, what would it have served if I had killed you? Just a bloody mess in my tent, a body I would have to do something about and then the march in winter would still happen,” he looked at the male. “No not just because your male, a good part of it, but, you’re smart, and smart is hard to come by up here. A lot of the men like, hunting, ale, women, and blood, that’s what they think about. Women and war. Conversations are rare.”

 

He leaned up and shifted some to where he held Kyla pressed against him, his lips brushing along the other’s ear and neck. “I bet you’re sore,” he whispered. “Turn over and remove your pants,” he said as he got up and moved to his saddle bag, he took out a wooden container and moved back to the fur bed.

[Lady.Taser]

Kyla raised an eyebrow. "You could tell I would be good conversation from last night?" He commented doubtfully with a light shake of his head. "Sure I am likely to be smart, stupid assassins don't live for long after all, still doesn't mean I'm good at conversation. All I know is killing remember. I have probably killed as many men as you in much less honourable conditions." His breath hissed past his teeth as he felt the warm lips on his skin, the whisper far too close to his ear for his liking. Then suddenly the warmth of Tyr's body was gone as he retrieved an item from the saddle bag.

 

Kyla contemplated keeping his trousers on but when he remembered the forceful removal of the dress he decided he liked them in tact. Peeling the material from his legs he dumped them ontop of his top and pulled a face at the cold. There wasn't any fat on him, his body was all lean muscle and sinew and the cold was easily creeping into the muscles. Eyeing up the container carefully he whispered.

 

"That had better be an ointment to soothe riding aches rather than anything else." His voice contained a trace of desperation as he watched Tyr get back to the furs. His eyes looked straight at Tyr a lump forming in his throat as he awaited the barbarian's answer.

[Heavyarms03]

“Any conversation would be better than what I get here. I also wanted to give you a chance,” he relied as he opened the container. The sharp smell of cinnamon flooded the small area quickly. Tyr adjusted the furs around Kyla so that they provided warmth from the chill that still lingered in the room. Tyr took a few finger fulls of the ointment and looked over the other’s body.

 

“It is, it will help prevent saddle blisters on your ass and legs. My other oils I left at home,” he answered the assassin. He placed the skin warmed ointment on the others skin and worked it into the sore areas. His strong calloused hands working at the skin and muscles. Whatever the ointment was made out of, it sooth almost immediately. Tyr worked more ointment into Kyla’s rear and upper legs quickly and effectively.

 

He closed the wooden case and tossed it towards the saddle pack; he leaned closer and pulled the male to him. His lips running over the other’s forehead and down his jawline to his lips. “If you’re worried about me taking you, I wont do so until we are at my holding,” he whispered against the other’s lips and then pressed a kiss against him. His hands running down the other’s body, his fingers dancing across the pale skin, he shifted to where Kyla was laying over him, his hands on the other’s hips. His groin pressing up against the other, his aroused state easy to feel as Tyr looked up at him.

 

A twitch of his lips before he smiled at Kyla, his hands running down over the curve of his ass and down over his legs. “Feel better?” he inquired as his hands moved back up to rest on the other’s hips.

[Lady.Taser]

The ointment was warmer than he had expected and Kyla actually felt his eyes close of Tyr massaged his arse and legs, he unexpectedly found he enjoyed the contact, the rhythmic way the fingers moved making sure the ointment was doing its job. The ointment was working surprisingly well and soon he felt the fingers leave his body, he opened his eyes a small whine sounding in his throat as the container was tossed across the cave.

 

He froze, not quite believing that had just happened but he said nothing hoping Tyr wouldn't notice that the touch was missed. Though the physical touch was back quickly it was not the massaging that had felt so good, instead it was Tyr's lips, the whisper of his breath tickling Kyla's skin and the feel of his fingers over Kyla's pale skin. As Tyr pressed against him he felt a shaky breath leave his lungs, his body reacting against his wishes from the feel of Tyr against him and the trailing fingers.

 

Biting his lower lip he glowered for a moment before releasing his lip with a sigh. "Much." His voice betrayed him and Kyla didn't know how to describe his voice in that moment. All he knew was he somehow felt comfortable and uncomfortable in the position at the same time and completely separate to having the strength to push Tyr off, right now he wasn't sure he wanted to.

[Heavyarms03]

Tyr smiled and he pulled the furs up over Kyla’s back. Tyr leaned back against the pallet of furs watching the other’s face as he ran his fingers over the other’s skin. “Good,” he replied back. His hand traveled up and pushed Kyla against his chest and closed his eyes. His hands went back to work and running over the other’s pale skin. His lips placed soft kisses on the male’s neck and shoulder for a bit. But soon, Tyr was ready to sleep and he closed his eyes to do so. His hands resting on Kyla’s hip and the other on his thigh, even with the extra weight on his chest Tyr breathed easily and evenly. His chest rising and falling, his heart beating heavily in his chest, he wasn’t worried about Kyla attacking him, but his guard was still up, even in sleep.

 

When he slept he was still, he only sifted if he had to, and he didn’t move that night, and in fact slept a little later in the morning than he did the day before. One of the men opened his flap and looked in. The fire was down to coals, but the cave was still warm. Tyr opened his eyes .

 

“He’vy snow,” the man said. Tyr nodded and closed his eyes again as the man closed the flap, he walked in a few minutes later and moved a couple of logs to the fire. The fire came back to life and the man left, having the cave warm again. There really wasn’t much they could do other than wait out the blizzard.

[Lady.Taser]

This night he didn't even wait for Tyr to fall asleep, finding the man surprising comfortable to rest on Kyla was asleep quickly. He slept more heavily than usual a combination of his physical and mental exhaustion from the long cold day and the small amount of sleep he'd had the previous night. While he slept he managed to move his arms so that one hand wsa resting on Tyr's chest and curled up next to his face and the other was under his head.

 

He didn't wake the next morning when the barbarian came in, only when he was moving the logs did Kyla open his eyes noticing the fire was now brighter he turned his face away from it and buried his head into his arm away from the crackling source of light. Without extracting his head he mumbled through his arm. "Not going anywhere today then?"

 

Carefully he stretched out his legs individually, making sure that his eyes were still shielded and that he didn't kick anything hard or hot. He was amazed at the medcine that must have been in the ointment as it hard completely wiped any trace of soreness from his muscles.

 

He slowly lifted his head from his arm, squinting as he became used to the light of the fire in the cave. He didn't move from Tyr's chest though, still finding it comfortable and not having any reason to move. "How long do you think the blizzard will keep us here?" He looked towards Tyr's face as he asked, his hands now linked by his fingers and resting under his chin.

[Heavyarms03]

The barbarian cracked an eye open as Kyla started to move, his hand tightened on the other and he closed his eyes again. He was nearly asleep again when he heard the other ask his question, for a few minutes he debated on not answering and going back to sleep. However the other started to move around on him, he opened his eyes and looked at Kyla. “Heavy snow means poor sight, we stay until it lightens, it could be a bit later or it could be tomorrow,” he replied and started to close his eyes again. He felt the other shift over him and his hands on his chest. Tyr had a small smirk on his face as he watched the other. He shifted under him and used his arms as a pillow. He shrugged a shoulder as best as he could lying down. “Depends on the weather,” he chuckled at him. One of his hands moving away from his head, his fingers brushing against the others hair and moving the uneven locks behind the other’s ear.

 

“Comfortable?” he inquired lifting a brow at him.

 

There was a good thing about the cold and large men like they were. The cold kept the sweat down and thus the horrid body odor of most men. Though for being camped out like they had for at least five days, they didn’t smell too badly, though Tyr was started to grow a beard he wasn’t use to having one, it wasn’t as long as the others, but what was really noticeable was that Tyr was clean, as clean as he could be for camping for the past week.

 

Tyr also closed his eyes again, his fingers running over Kyla’s side slowly, content with staying for a little longer.

[Lady.Taser]

Humming quiestly Kyla thought about the answer. So there was a the possibility that they were going to be trapped in the cave for a while, he wondered what the barbarians did to pass the time. Probably drink a lot. "Is that why they bought so much meat back yesterday? So that there could be meat cooked fresh each night and the men can drink to distract themselves from sitting in a cave all day?" Feeling the fingers on his hair and ear he though about how he had simple cut off many years of hair in one night. Where Kyla had cut it at an angle it was quite uneven from behind one side was reasonable shorter than the other from where he had pulled the hair over his shoulder. In addition there were random sections which were still longer and tickling the back of his neck slightly.

 

With a small laugh Kyla answered, "Very. I didn't realise other people could be so comfortable." The smile of his face dulled for a brief moment before he tilted his head, knocking the uneven strands of hair so they fell to the side. "I need to even out my hair before we leave. It will annoy the back of my neck too much otherwise."

 

He watched Tyr slowly wrigged again, this time moving so that his head was resting on the man's chest and his own arm covered his face blocking some of the light. This was probably the closest they got to a lie in when camping out and Kyla decided to at least try and enjoy it. Even if the fingers skimming his side was distracting. For a brief moment he considered doing it back to the male to try and annoy him, then thought better of it just in case Tyr took it as an invitation.

[Heavyarms03]

“Mmm,” Tyr replied in agreement. “The game they brought back can last a couple of days, I doubt we will be here all day,” he kept his eyes closed for a while as he listened to the other talk about him being comfortable and cutting his hair. “Dice,” he replied to what the men could do, “tests of strength sing. We may hear singing in a bit. They wont drink all their ale, they know to save some for the trip else they wont have any later.” He rather enjoyed the company of the other. Tyr’s fingers were still gently running over Kyla’s skin as he lay in thought for a while longer.

 

A while after the silence fell over them he patted the other and shifted to sit up. He moved out of the fur bed and dressed. He picked up one of his daggers from his belt and looked at Kyla.

 

“Come sit over here,” he told the other sitting down and patting the space before him. The heavy, thick dagger resting on his thigh. Tyr’s brown eyes stayed on the other; there was a smirk on his lips, the look was dangerous either looking for blood or to devour something. “Back to me.”

[Lady.Taser]

Kyla sat up slowly, eyeing up the space in front of Tyr. The look on his face wasn't exactly inspiring confidence right now. Moving out of the furs he didn't bother dressing yet. Before moving to the space indicated he sorted out his stuff, making sure the package with the hair and poison was still securely wrapped and picking up a dagger. Moving to in front of Tyr he settled down with his legs crossed. Leaning his head back he looked at Tyr out of the corner of his eye. "Assuming thats you offering to cut my hair... Don't go doing anything else."

 

Kyla found himself shivering slightly as he sat in front of Tyr, it was a better option than having bits of hair stuck in his clothes for the rest of the trip, however long that ended up being. As he waited he could hear raised voices from the men, it didn't sound like they were singing just yet. He wondred what songs the barbarians would sing. It was highly unlikely they would know the court ballards that Kyla had often over heard. "Do you plan on staying in here until the snow is light enough for us to leave? Or will you go out and join them once my hair is evened up?"

[Heavyarms03]

Watching him the barbarian laughed as he shifted his own seat when Kyla sat down. He moved the boy’s head back around straight and took the dagger in his hand. He looked over the boy’s hair and started to shave away bits at a time. He didn’t answer right away to the questions. He was focused on the hair before him. After what a while Tyr stopped running the dagger over the strands of red hair and just sat looking at the back of Kyla’s head. His fingers running through the other’s hair. Tyr moved closer to where he could whisper into the other’s ear.

 

“That would depend on what kind of company you want to be with me alone,” he placed a kiss on the other’s shoulder and chuckled deep in his chest.

“Get dressed, I need to look at the weather myself,” he said and stood up. He finished dressing and slid the dagger back into his belt. He walked outside the cave, his gaze swept over the men as they grinned up at him.

 

“Ya be gettin eh Tyr?” one asked. Tyr gave the man a wicked grin as he moved over to look out the tent. The wind was whipping the snow around wildly. Closing his eyes he shook his head. At least a couple of hours more wait then. He went over grabbed a chunk of meat and a mug of ale and sat down on one of the furs.

 

Then the other men burst out into a song of a warrior king coming home and screwing the women of the holding. Tyr didn’t even try to join in there butchered and ill spoken, sung, tune of what was a tail of a hero.

[Lady.Taser]

Kyla sat quietly with his eyes shut while Tyr handled the knife at the back of his head. Holding his head still where it was positioned he started feeling very comfortable with the barbarian. Ignoring the fact he had spoken more to this man than any other he had also had more than one conversation with him, an actual conversation as well not the ordering around he'd had from his father. It was when Tyr spoke that Kyla remembered what the man had in store for him, his only answer a scowl as Tyr stood and spoke again.

 

Waiting until Tyr had left the cave Kyla moved his hand up to feel the hair at the back of his head. Still getting used to the fact his head felt lighter since he had cut the weight off he found himself amused by the softness of the hair now that it sat in place at the base of his neck. Standing up slowly he heard the men burst into song and he wondered how long they were going to be trapped in the cave. While his handle over the barbarian accent still wasn't very good he was able to understand the basic tale of the song.

 

Pulling his clothes on he only attached one dagger to his upper left thigh before leaving the cave himself a self confidant smile on his face. As soon as he was in the central area he could smell the meat and his stomach respond with a loud rumble. Pretending it hadn't happened and hoping no one had registered that it was him Kyla grabbed some food of his own and chose a mug of water rather than ale. Still not sure he wanted to get drunk around the barbarians.

 

Sitting near Tyr he looked over at the larger man. "Do you think we'll be going anywhere today? As lovely as the men's singing is...." He winced as one of the men ended up particularly out of tune. "I'm not sure I can listen to it all day..."