Show No Weakness - Part 13/?

Date: 2012-10-08 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Amund was a fairly well accepted face in the Silver-Blood in. When he walked in people greeted him warmly and he easily found a seat among good company. He was sitting with Vorstag, Hogni and an Imperial named Jiv. Jiv had just become Thane of the Reach four months ago.

Amund shared mead with them and ate and they told stories. Eventually Vorstag and Hogni left so it was just the two thanes sitting together.

“I love bein’ a Thane.” Jiv commented his words beginning to slur from mead.

“Aye.”

“Like ya get respect, ya know? And everyone knows ya’ name ‘n shit, they all wanna lick ya boots.” He took a long sip of mead. “And the housecarl’s, so devoted.”

“Yeah, they risk their lives for us.”

“No, no, no I don’t mean in battle.” Amund eyed him. “You can get a housecarl to do anything, anything. Let’s just say I haven’t been polishing my own sword.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, my housecarl, Sten, he told me that a housecarl is to do whatever their Thane desires with no complaint. So I told him to suck me off and he did. Right there in the middle of the bloomin’ wild. Never came so hard in my life.” Jiv looked at Amund’s face who had the colour drained out of it. “What, you never got your houscarl to do anything like that?”

“I hope not.” Amund said standing abruptly and walked away.
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