Sleeping Dragon wake up, mr. west!

Minor PP. Lemme know if you’d like anything changed! ♥

Hvitserk had been confident that his next plan of attack would be successful, but fate hadn’t agreed with him. Perhaps he would have held a chance at overpowering her had he continued forward, but he’d not. As soon as the boy had seen Freyja coming towards him, he’d pulled back, not wanting to cause any serious damage. Due to this, the two had been met by a standstill, neither side having progressed passed the other, which he was satisfied by. A draw was, after all, the better option this time around; had she been a stranger, he would have continued with his attack, but she wasn’t. They were siblings, and he wished only to protect her, not bring her harm.

Given their close proximity to one another, he’d leaned forward and nipped—playfully—at one of her ears, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “Could never hurt you,” the viking told her, explaining himself. A head-on collision would have, of course, been far too risky.