#trying something else

She was still grumpy about not being allowed to go to battle with him. But she understood the reason; she was very dear to him. With the umpteenth sigh, she returned to her present task, preparing food for the men who would soon return. For it had been considerably quieter in that direction for a while.

She was a shieldmaiden and her lover a viking. He had asked her to stay in the camp, to defend it against a possible attack. Of course, she was not alone in that task, she had the help of other warriors. But they were all slightly wounded and she was the only woman in the camp who fought. So here she was, in full battle gear with a shield and sword on her back, preparing food. And to heat water for a bath. She felt him approach rather than saw him. So she quickly dragged the kettle of water to her spot around the fire and waited patiently.

One by one the men entered the camp, some still cheering because they had won. She saw him walking among all those men. He had some minor wounds here and there that you typically get from dodging a sword blow. And he held onto his left side. With her trained eyes she saw no blood seeping through his tunic, so luckily no stab wound. Probably just bruised ribs. He never talked much after each battle. So instead of asking how it went, she pointed her hand at the log by the fire. "Sit down and remove your clothes, love," she said. In reply he looked at her from top to bottom and hesitantly asked, "You still carry your sword. Are you going to chop me up now because I asked you to stay in the camp?" That made her laugh as she pushed him toward the tree trunk. "No love, I'll get you back for that later. Let me take care of your wounds first." And she poked her finger into his injured side to test how bad the injury was. He moaned through clenched teeth and looked at her fiercely. "That hurts!" he hissed, recoiling from her fingers. "I saw that already. No trouble breathing?" He shook his head, began to remove his weapons and clothing, and finally sat down on the tree trunk. He followed every move his woman made. By Freya, how he loved her!

With the warm water and a cloth she washed his body first, which already had an interesting effect on him. She had already removed her shield and sword just to be safe. In his current state, that will only get in the way. The wounds on his body were quite superficial and she had them quickly cleaned and bandaged where necessary. Finally, she applied her famous Symphytum salve to his bruised side. But that was made more difficult for her by his caressing hands. It distracted her greatly. Especially when they wandered around her body like that and slowly removed clothes..

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Master Yi/Yasuo

Rating: Explicit

Blood, angst, slow burn. don’t like don’t read :)