Seiveril sighed in annoyance when he felt the horse nuzzle into his neck, its hot breath wet against his skin - for the fifth time in ten seconds.

He gently pushed its head away with his hands, looking at the horse judgingly, before raising a finger reprimandingly.

“Horse. Sto-”

He didn't even get to finish his sentence as the horse pushed its head forward, gently licking across his face. Since Sif still had his mouth open, its tongue slid into it, leaving Seiveril in shock for a few moments.

It was an odd sensation - like a warm, oversized worm wiggling around in his mouth

As soon as he regained some of his composure he backed away, wiping at his face with the sleeves of his robe.

“Bad horse.”

The horse just whinnied, nudging its head against Seiveril's.

This was not what he had expected his first kiss to be like.

When he was done wiping his face, he noticed a few green spots on his sleeve. Apparently, the horse had had some remaining herbs in its mouth - hopefully it hadn't transferred any to Seiveril's mouth.

Just as he was about to go down that worrying trail of thoughts, the horse nudged his face again, Seiveril letting out an annoyed grunt and about to push it away when he looked into its face.

It was like it was the first time he ever really saw it - no, him. (He already knew it was a him, after all it was impossible to miss that giant piece of meat.)

How could he not have realized the beauty this majestic creature held beforehand? He had big, gentle doe eyes, their softness contrasting with his strong jawline.

He was an absolute stud.

Seiveril was once again hit by a warm breath brushing against his cheek.

They were standing so close together, it was almost like he was paralyzed, anticipating the horse's next move.

He nuzzled into the crook of Seiveril's neck, the wet sensation indicating that he was licking across it. Sif tilted his head to the opposite direction to give him more space, allowing it to happen.

The feeling was too good to even allow any kind of protest to form in his brain, a warm tingling spreading across his wet skin as warmth crept up his cheeks.

He was just glad his blood went there and not somewhere else.

“Excuse me,” a voice rang out from behind him and he pushed the horse away quickly before turning around to look at who had disturbed them. “What exactly do you think you are doing with my horse?”

For a reason he couldn't quite understand yet, immense anger bubbled up in his stomach at that sentence. How dare that stranger call that majestic creature his horse?

“That's not ‘your’ horse! You can't just say he belongs to someone like some slave! He belongs to no one but himself and me because he obviously loves me!” He pointed a finger at the man accusingly. “You probably don't even treat him right.”

The man just looked at him, dumbfounded.

He was probably speechless because Seiveril had him all figured out - he had probably mistreated the poor horse which is why it so desperately longed for Sif's love to get away from his owner. He gently brushed the horse's head to let him know everything was going to be alright from now on.

That stranger probably hadn't even given the horse a name. Sif decided he was going to give him one, along with all the love he deserved.

He gazed into his eyes lovingly, to find the same loving gaze looking back at him. A fluttering filled his stomach at that. It was like he was a young maiden swooning over her knight - except he was going to be the knight from now on.

The two were torn out of their little, loving bubble when the stranger cleared his throat. “Is this some sort of joke?”

Anger once again flared up in Sif.

“What, you think our love is a joke? You uncultered swine! Just because you aren't capable of feeling with your cold, wrinkled heart, doesn't mean we can't!”

The man blinked in confusion.

“Alright, that is quite enough.” He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Sif. “Leave my horse alone this instant.”

Seiveril's eyes wandered over the blade all the way to its hilt and owner whose blond hair was tied into a pony tail.

His green eyes were staring into his own and Sif suddenly understood.

“So that's how it is, huh?”

He unsheathed his own sword.

“You want to fight for his heart?”

The stranger furrowed his brows. “What? N-”

“So be it!”

Seiveril jumped back onto his feet and into a fighting stance.

The man stood up as well. “Look, this is ridiculous-”

He couldn't finish his sentence as Sif slashed at him with his sword. He managed to parry just before it hit him, the sound of iron clashing against iron echoing through the forest.

The stranger's eyes shimmered with a newfound focus, now looking like those of a trained fighter.

“Fine then. If you want it that way.”

The man pulled his sword away from Sif's, trying to deliver a blow to his waist from the side, but Seiveril parried. He was not going to give his love up so easily.

They went back and forth, blades clashing together, the metallic clirring sending the birds around them flying into the sky.

Seiveril could do this all day.

But that would cost him precious time with his love. He had to finish this.

The man tried to hit his waist once again, but this time Seiveril dropped his body beneath the weapon and placed his free hand on the ground.

This was his chance.

He looked the man looming over him dead in the eyes as he straightened his sword arm with a quick movement.

There was no parry this time as he hadn't expected the move, Seiveril's sword boring into the stranger's stomach.

He pulled it back out to reveal the blade glistening with red blood.

The man's face scrunched up in pain as he dropped onto the ground and clutched at the wound on his stomach, his sword falling to the ground beside him.

Seiveril stood up and pointed his sword at his opponent's throat.

“And as always, love wins.”

With a triumphant grin, he sheathed his sword and turned around, only to find the horse gone.

His pulse sped up. Dozens of scenarios flashed through his head, a seemingly endless amount of what ifs - and then he heard it.

A rustling from behind him.

He whirled around, only to see the man lunging forward, sword pointed at Sif.

In his shock, he failed to react.

He couldn't even close his eyes.

A pained grunt filled the air as a horse's back legs appeared right next to the man.

Seiveril would've recognized those sleek, muscular legs anywhere. They were a beautiful, glimmering black that appeared silver in the sunlight as they kicked the man mid-air, sending him crashing against a tree.

It took a moment for Sif to comprehend what had happened, the glorious beauty of that moment too much for his brain to handle.

Then, his one and only horse appeared in his field of view, golden rays of sun making it glow otherworldly, like the god it was.

His eyes seemed golden in the light, framed by long lashes. The horse looked at him almost coyly.

A grin formed on Seiveril's face, his heartbeat speeding up for a different reason this time as a fluttering filled his stomach.

He knew his horse wouldn't leave him.

He ran up to the horse and hugged his neck, rubbing his head against it. It was so warm and soft, yet there was clearly strong muscle underneath that layer of softness.

This horse was a unit, a true hunk. In fact, he was so hunky, Sif decided to name him just that.

He was his Hunk now.

Hunk nuzzled his head against Sif's, the warm embrace so comfortable, he wished he could stay like this forever.

The smell of hay and apples captivated his senses, almost letting him forget reality.

But part of him still knew the world they lived in.

He broke the embrace and took a few steps away from Hunk, gently rubbing his neck.

“The people won't accept our love, Hunk. They cannot understand something so beautiful.”

Hunk looked to the ground almost sadly as if he could understand the words that were spoken.

Seeing him like that broke Seiveril's heart. He never wanted his horse to feel sad. Never.

“So let us leave together. It will be just the two of us, forever.”

Hunk looked back up at him again and rubbed his forehead against Sif's. He knew that was a yes.

He gently placed a kiss on Hunk's forehead before he walked up beside him and climbed into the saddle, mounting his horse.

Sif didn't want to kick him, his precious horse was too wonderful for any sort of harm to come to it.

Just thinking about how often Hunk must've been kicked by his previous owner made anger flare up in him again.

He would personally make sure that no harm would ever come to him again.

His train of thoughts was interrupted by a quiet whinny. His eyes focused back onto reality and he found Hunk looking at him, seemingly worried.

Sif's frown immediately turned into a soft smile, his heart fluttering as he caressed Hunk's neck. His anger immediately died down - How could he even think of being angry when Hunk looked at him like that?

Of course, Hunk could always tell what he was thinking. He knew him so well, even though they had only just met - Sif knew this was a true connection, something predestined by fate.

“Let's go, Love,” he whispered and it was enough for Hunk to turn his head forward and start walking, quickly speeding up into a gallop as Sif rode him deeper into the forest.

It was then that Sif realized how suggestive the practice of riding horses was - people mounted them, rode them, whipped them...

Humans were vile creatures, truly.

But no such thing was going to happen to his love - his Hunk - from now on. Sif was certain of that as they began their journey of true love.

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So, this is the first chapter XD It made me weirdly emotional in the end, honestly

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