Unbetitelt

the grand master spends all day working, leading expeditions, training knights, and then on top of that swings around not one but two claymores like they weigh nothing!

so by the time he finally comes home, he’s exhausted. and unfortunately for you, his favorite place to rest is on top of you.

you start the night with your own side of the bed, your own pillow, and your own blanket. room to breathe.. that is until varka falls asleep.

sometime during the night, he rolls over. then there’s an arm around your waist, and a leg over yours. then an entire six-foot-something wall of muscle attached to you like a blanket.

a veryyy heavy blanket.

you wake up for the third time that night when something nearly knocks the air out of your lungs. opening your eyes, you immediately find the blonde-haired culprit.

his head is resting against your chest, one arm locked around your middle while half his body is sprawled across yours.

the man looks completely peaceful.

you, meanwhile, are being pressed into the mattress.

“varka…”

nothing… you just stare at the ceiling.

carefully, you try pushing him away, but it’s like trying to move a mountain.

one blue eye cracks open. “..mm?”

“..you’re crushing me.”

he blinks slowly, looks down and looks back up— then closes his eyes again.

“liebling.. so comfy..”

“for you.”

before you can argue, he shifts closer, and his face ends up tucked into the crook your neck while his arms completely surround you.

you let out a long sigh, and he hums sleepily, and a few moments later, you hear soft snoring again.

sigh.. at least he’s cute.

lohen would absolutely love a playful partner, or at least someone that shares his interest in combat.

he loves that you can keep up with him, that you don’t back down from a challenge, that you grin at him with that same competitive spark burning in your eyes.

if anything, it just makes him want to win even more.

it’s already well known that lohen loves fighting. he likes the rush of it, the challenge, the feeling of being stronger.

so when his favorite person also enjoys sparring?

well, it usually ends with him still pinning you to the ground anyway..

“told you,” he says, trying, and failing not to sound way too pleased with himself. “c’moon,” he giggles. “that was just the first round!”

“uughh, lohen! get off meee.”

you roll your eyes, whining and already trying to shove him off, but he only laughs and catches your wrists with ease, keeping you pinned there while he basks in his victory for a moment longer.

oh, he’s absolutely insufferable when he wins.

especially because every time you get more combat experience, he just has to get stronger too, determined to stay one step ahead. he kind of loves manhandling you during sparring matches— sometimes he’s a little mean with it, but in that annoyingly affectionate way where he’s grinning the entire time, clearly having the time of his life.

he’ll make sure to ruffle your hair afterward, place a kiss on your lips and offer you a hand up, and immediately starts talking about how good you did during your little match.

although he especially likes it if you’re a little annoyed about it afterwards.

he’s got that stupid grin on his face while you’re trying to tell him he only won because he got lucky, and all he’s seeing is that adorable pout on your face.

“yeahhh?” he says, leaning closer. “is that what happened?”

he gets all smug about it.

he’ll pull you towards him while you’re still grumbling, press a kiss to your lips, your cheek, your forehead— anywhere he can reach before you can squirm away.

sometimes he’ll hook an arm around your waist when you’re pretending to walk away after losing and drag you right back against him.

“hey! where are you going?”

“hmph, away from you!”

“hmm.. no you’re not.”

he can’t help but like when you’re a little huffy afterward. not genuinely upset— he’d hate that, but the kind of annoyed where you’re crossing your arms and refusing to look at him while still wanting to be near him anyway ♡