*Saga*
I manage to find the in, it is a dirty place and the people inside even more so. Fandral should not be hanging out in a place like this. But at least the few women here is not someone I fear he will fool around with.

Spotting him in a corner with a mug of beer, I start walking towards him, but I am suddenly caught by big hands gripping my waist. "What is a pretty little thing like you doing here ?"

"Let me go you oaf, I am here to pick up my husband". I say, glaring up at the Big ugly man with the red potato shaped nose.

"Ha there is no man in here with the money, power or look to have a wife this fine". He laughs. "Now tell me why you are really here my pretty. Do you need money ? I would pay quite a lot for a night with you".

I feel the anger surge through me and a well known cold trickle along my spine. After all I am my father's daughter. "I said let go".

"What the fuck ?" He pull his hands away like I have burned him. "Look she has to be that daughter of the traitor Loki.. she is a monster".

Several men gets up and I swiftly conjure a long fighting knife into each hand, making them gasp. "Get away from me, I don't want to hurt you, but I will do it if necessary".

"She is all alone, we can take her". The man say, sounding a bit uncertain, looking at the others. Shit this got really bad, really fast.

Someone makes a grab for me, but then there is the sound of a table being knocked over and Fandral's voice, slightly slurred from being drunk. "Get Your fucking hands of my wife, or I will make you a foot shorter. Now move away from her".

I turn to see Fandral standing with his sword drawn and a sneer on his face. He is a bit wobbly on his legs. One of the men is laughing. "Your wife ? Too bad you are drunk of Your ass".

"I can still take you down and I will if you don't apologise to her right now". He say, swaying slightly. The man starts laughing, but in a swift move Fandral is on him, smashing the hilt of his sword into his nose and his elbow to his ribs. The man crumbles to the ground and Fandral places a foot on him, glaring at the other. "And I can take every one of you too, with one hand on the back".

They look at him for a moment, then they scuttle away. I look at Fandral, sheathing his sword in the third try. "I could have handled myself, but that was quite impressive, especially given your current state".

"Well thank you, are you okay ?" He looks at me with concern. "And what are you doing here, you should be sleeping".

"I am fine, but you look like you could need Your bed". I am actually unsure how he managed to fight anyone without hurting himself as he is clearly drunk of his ass.

He smiles and step closer, sliding an arm around my shoulder. "Will you be in said bed ?"

"Seriously, are you trying to get into my knickers again ? In the state you are in you are hardly capable". I tell him shaking my head.

"You can't blame a man for trying". He say grinning, and I have to catch him so he doesn't fall. "After all, you are the only woman I am allowed to come on to for like.. forever".

I put my arm around him. "Come on dashing, you need to sleep of the alcohol. But stop with the come on, it's not going to happen".

"Like never ever ? Are you telling me that I am going to live the life of a monk forever ?" He looks like someone stole his candy. "That's.. Well That's just evil.. I mean are you willing to live without... that forever ?"

We get outside and he unties his horse. I blush and mumbles. "What I don't know, I can't miss".

"What you don't know ? You don't know.. oh..". He stops and look at the ground. "I am sorry my lady, I did not realise..".

I just nod, not really wanting to talk more about this with drunk Fandral. "Uhm don't you think we should rather walk ?"

"No no, it is much faster on the horse". He tries getting his foot in the stirrup and I almost start laughing. But he catches it, swinging himself rather gracefully up on the horse, Holding his hand out to me. "Come my lady, he can carry us both".

I am about to object, but well I rather not walk back. So I let him help me up in front of him. He holds me close to him with one arm, while steering the horse with the other.

"So Fandral, what did you do to get in this mess ? Thor said you would end in the dungeon". I turn my face slightly to look at him. "Let me guess, it was a woman ?"

"It was a woman, a married woman.. she was the wife of a ambassador". He sighs. "In my defence I thought she was his daughter, she was very young compared to him".

I can't help giggling. "Not really a defense Fandral. So, now you are stuck with me, the monster".

"Do not say that my lady, I will not hear it. You are not a monster". His voice is passionated.

I hold up my hand, letting it turn blue. "But I am, just like my father. You heard the men, I am ugly, this is the reason my mother couldn't find me a husband".

He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses it gently. "No, you are not ugly, you are still beautiful. And those men were nothing but drunken idiots".

"Thank you". I have to swallow. He might just be nice because he is already stuck with me. But he don't have to and a appreciates it, most men would shy away.

"You are welcome my lady". He says softly, then he nudges the horse into a soft gallop. And I smile, feeling the cool breeze on my face.

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As we reach the palace Fandral swings his leg over the horse to jump down. "Let me help you my ...". And fall right on his face.

The poor stable boy just stands there looking very confused, as I jump down, laughing mercilessly. Fandral jumps to his feet. "I am okay, totally okay".

"You are drunk, that is what you are". I say handing the reins to the stable boy. "You need to get to bed before you hurt yourself".

He looks at me, like he is about to start arguing, then he kind of deflates. "I guess you are right".

We walk through the palace side by side, and I glance at him. Honestly my mind can't really wrap itself about the fact that he is my husband. Also I don't really know how to feel about him. I mean he is handsome as hell, no doubt and he has that charm about him, I get why the women loves him. And he is rather brave and chivalrous too, coming to my aid. He even seems like a good man, not shying back from me accepting the frost giant part of me. But he is still a bit too much, too sleak, too much of a womanizer for me to trust him.

When we reach the door, he stops me. "I should do this the right way, and carry you over the doorstep, sorry for not doing it earlier".

"You don't need to do that, it's totally okay". Honestly I am scared he will drop me or fall over.

But he just sweep me into his arms, holding me close to his chest, making me squeak and grab his strong shoulder. "Please don't drop me".

"Trust me, I got it under control". He say, pushing open the door and carrying me inside. He turns and his eyes widens. "Shit ! What the fuck is that". He swiftly put me down and pushes me behind him, drawing his sword.

Bagheera is eyeing him suspiciously and I quickly put myself between them. "It's my cat, Bagheera.. He isn't dangerous".

"That is a cat ? It looks more like a freaking panther". At least he put away his sword. "Is that thing going to stay here with us ?"

Bagheera hisses at him, and he steps back. "Bagheera no, this is Fandral, he is a friend.. and yes Fandral of course HE is going to stay here".

Fandral breathes in deeply. "Well then welcome to my humble home Bagheera, from now on, what is mine is yours".

"Uhh better be careful what you say". I chuckle and watch my cat go over to the bed and jump up on the side I haven't slept on. Rolling himself up.

"Does this mean I get the couch". Fandral looks at the cat on the bed, then at the couch across the room.

I contemplate letting him sleep on the couch, but it wouldn't be fair. "Don't worry, I'll get him to move". I turn towards the bed. "Bagheera, down boy".

"Sorry mate, but that is my spot". He smiles at the cat. "Maybe I could arrange for you to get Your own bed, a really nice one".

The cat looks him over, then he walks over, rubbing his head against his leg and Fandral scratches him behind the ear. I giggle. "I Think you just won his heart".

I move behind the screen in the corner, pulling of my clothes and getting into my nightgown. When I walk back out, Fandral is struggling with his cape and I shake my head, walking over. "Let me give you a hand".

"Thank you". He say smiling softly at me and removing his hands. I quickly unclasp the cape pulling it from his wide shoulders. Then I reach to unbuckle his belt as he watches me intendly.

I slowly pull the belt away. Then I reach up to unbuckle the fastenings in his shirt. I am biting my lip, I have never undressed a man before. When it is open I slide it down his arms, leaving him bare chested in front of me.

His chest is wide and well sculpted, with big muscles covered by blonde curly chest hair. His stomach is flat and toned. Well he possibly looks even better shirtless than dressed. But even better is his biceps, they are absolutely huge and I get an urgent desire to touch them.

My hand seems to have a life of it's own, reaching out, closing around his bicep or well not really around, because my hand would never reach halfway. He is Holding his breath, watching me. I pull my hand away. "Uhh sorry, they are just.. so big".

"And now they are bigger". He says with a cheeky laugh and flexes his arm, making them bulge.

I make a face at him. "Oh that is just not fair".

"Life isn't fair my dear". He chuckles and unlaces his pants. "If you want to avert Your eyes, now is the time darling".

I blush and hurry over, crawling under the covers. Shortly after he slides down beside me. "You can look now".

I open my eyes, seeing his face inches from mine and I swallow. "Well goodnight Fandral, sleep well".

"Good night my dear, sweet dreams". He leans in, kissing my cheek softly. Before turning away from me and only minutes later he is sleeping soundly. I sigh, wondering what to do with my husband, until I slip into a dreamless sleep.