Inside the cave, the air was damp but warmed by a crackling fire Torvald had coaxed to life. Furs were strewn around the stone floor, softening the space with a rugged coziness. Torvald, still bare as the day he was born, seemed unbothered by the chill or his own nakedness, his massive frame casting flickering shadows on the jagged walls. Elias, however, couldn’t peel his eyes away, his face a mix of awe and nervous heat.
Torvald set Elias down gently on a thick bear pelt near the fire, the warmth seeping into Elias’s bones. “Stay put,” the giant rumbled, his voice low but kind, as he turned to tend the flames. He crouched, poking at the logs with a stick, the firelight dancing across his broad back and, well, everything else. Elias’s breath hitched, his mind a tangle of thoughts he wasn’t ready to unravel.
Drawn by curiosity—or something deeper—Elias shifted quietly, scooting closer to get a better look at the giant’s movements. He didn’t think twice about it, too caught up in the moment to consider the consequences.
Torvald, oblivious, muttered to himself, “Needs more wood… keep it roarin’.” Satisfied with the fire, he started to sit back, his massive form lowering with the casual ease of someone who owned every inch of the space. Elias’s eyes widened too late as the giant’s shadow loomed over him.
“Whoa—!” Elias yelped, but the sound was cut off as Torvald’s bare ass came down, pinning him flat against the furs with a muffled *thump*. The giant froze, mid-sentence, his brow furrowing.
“Eh? What’s—” Torvald shifted, glancing down, his eyes widening as he realized something wasn’t right. “Elias? Where’d ya—oh, go’!” He jolted upright, nearly knocking over the fire in his haste, his face flushing a deep red. “Lad, why’d ya move? I near squashed ya!”
Elias, sprawled and breathless, managed a shaky laugh, his cheeks burning brighter than the flames. “I… didn’t think you’d *sit* so fast,” he gasped, rubbing his chest where Torvald’s weight had pressed him. “You’re, uh, heavier than you look.”
Torvald’s embarrassment melted into a sheepish grin, though he kept one hand hovering near Elias, as if afraid he’d break him. “Aye, well, giants don’t exactly think before the do things. You alright, then?” His gaze softened, lingering a touch longer than necessary.
Elias nodded, heart pounding, the warmth of the furs and Torvald’s concern wrapping around him like a promise. “Yeah,” he said, voice steadier now. “Just… maybe warn me next time you plan to, uh, take a seat.”
Torvald chuckled, deep and rumbling, as he settled—carefully—beside Elias, the firelight catching the spark of something new in his eyes. “Deal, lad. Deal.”
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