Page 13 of Berserkr
He was pressing me against his chest with such force that it hurt. Even if I'd been in possession of all my strength - and I was not, my limbs still felt heavy - I'd been unable to resist his grip. This man was a machine, an ogre, a...
We finally stopped in a dark empty room. It didn't seem to contain any furniture at all.
Even when the door slid close behind us, he didn't let go of me. Rune was breathing hard and I doubted it was just because he'd run here at breakneck speed while carrying me. He just stood there, holding me, without saying anything. His heavy breath was the only sound.
I was trying to come up with what to say. I didn't even know what exactly had set him off. Was this normal alien behaviour or was he different?
Strangely enough, I didn't feel unsafe in his presence. On the contrary. Ilikedbeing snuggled against his chest. The last time anyone had carried me had been as a child.Not that I would admit it to him or anyone else. I was a strong, independent woman who'd always put her career first, and I would again. I couldn't get too attached to Rune. He might be an interesting guy, but the story was more important.
This could change people's lives. Aliens existed and were in orbit around our planet. Would it cause panic? Or would there be celebration? Either way, I'd be on the ground to report on the fallout. And I bet that once the first pictures went live, the Hot Tatties agency would be inundated with women desperate to get their own hunky alien.
The alien holding me buried his face in my hair and sniffed me. Weirdo.
"You can let go of me now," I said quietly, a little scared to set him off again.
"No," he growled in a voice so deep that I could feel the resonance against my body.
"Okay then. Guess we better get comfortable here." I tried to make light of the fact that an alien was now effectively holding me captive. I supposed that was yet more fodder for my article. "Could you at least turn on the lights?"
He grunted something and it became a little brighter. The room was as empty as I'd assumed at first glance, with not even a speck of dust to distract from the baby blue floor and walls. Was this room painted blue to match the Vikingar or was it just a coincidence?
"Are all of your kind blue?" I blurted. I'd only got a glimpse of the aliens streaming to the unplanned buffet before Rune had whisked me away.
"Yes."
Alright, we were now talking in one-word-sentences. What was wrong with this guy?
"Do you ever dye your hair?"
"No."
"Do you ever shave your beard?"
"No."
I should start asking open questions. Although I bet he'd find ways to answer them with only one word as well.
"Why are you not letting go of me?"
He didn't respond to that at all.
"Are we just going to stand here in silence?"
"We could mate."
Finally! But not the response I was looking for.
"Mate?" I asked to double-check his meaning.
He stared at me as if he wasn't sure I was an imbecile or just hard of hearing. "Mate. Claim. Fuck. Breed. Stick my co-"
Heat rose to my cheeks. "Yes, I got it. Thanks. No need for vulgar descriptions."
"It's not vulgar when it's true."
Was that a joke? His lips curved ever so slightly, making him seem a little friendlier.
"Do you want to?" he asked.
