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A Confused Sacrificial Love	By : GrandDutchyLiet Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: We do not own Hetalia nor do we make money from this fic. WARNING: contains GENDERBENT FINLAND~! Lemon in later chapter, human names used, Viking Alternative Universe, M/F, M/M relations

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Mathias looked around the cabin and centered his attention on Lukas who was still lying in bed. The Norwegian was not sleeping. He could tell. No one could rest with all this excitement going on around them.

The blonde Dane walked around to the side Lukas was facing and removed his dagger. The dishwater blonde watched but said nothing as Mathias picked up his cloak. He proceeded to sheer off a piece from the garment, ripping it unevenly while he maintained eye contact with the reclining man.

Lukas scowled and sat up. "Hey, that's mine. What're you doing?"

"I need it," Mathias answered as he threw the remainder of the garment back at Lukas.

Berwald and Tiina watched as Mathias crossed the room and held out the strip of cloth to them both. "Give me your hand," he said, reaching for Tiina's arm.

"I know we really don't know each other. I know we got off to a bad start. I know you're making it very difficult for me cuz your not trying to accept your fate but it would be for the best interest of all us if you kinda calmed down a little. Y'know, take life as it comes to you." Mathias explained as he tied the cloth around her wrist, giving it a tight pull.

"Can't you just let me go home," Tiina persuaded, "I left my fish cooking back on the hearth and I don't want any wild animals running in and taking it or just messing up my house. I left the door kinda open too so…"

"Berwald, give me your arm." Mathias said, ignoring everything she was telling him. He made a knot.

The Swedish viking withheld it and looked directly into Mathias' blue eyes. "Why?"

"Cuz I'm afraid you're going to wreck everything for me," the Dane replied. He then turned, focusing on Tiina, "You just don't understand how much I need you right now."

Lukas let out an exasperated sigh from the opposite side of the room. "You're too noisy with that nonsense. I can't stand your annoying voice." He pulled the cover back over his head with a huff and then buried himself beneath once more.

Mathias caught Berwald by the arm and looped the other end of the cloth around his wrist. "I'm putting you in charge of watching her."

He tied the final knot snugly against Berwald's skin.

"You made it very tight," Tiina complained, her wrist already starting to feel a bit numb from the involuntary constriction.

"That is so you won't escape. I'm tying you to this monster," he said, pointing to Berwald.

"I'm n't a m'nster."

"He's big and scary and he has sharp teeth that can rip your head and heart off. Chomp chomp chomp." the Dane said, gnashing his teeth together until he was making a loud clicking sound.

Tiina jerked back, pulling away hard. Berwald shoved Mathias and pushed past him, dragging Tiina along with him.

He pulled her to the hearth and then sat down with her there, well out of Mathias' reach. Then he started to untie her hand.

At first, Tiina's heart leapt since she thought he might actually let her go. But then, Berwald retied the knot that bound her to him, making it looser instead and no longer uncomfortable. "Bet'ter?" he asked, his gaze ominous as he searched her face for a response.

Tiina's lip quivered and she started to wail. His appearance was so damn scary.

Mathias yawned as he removed his clothing. Berwald could sort this out. He was gonna go to sleep. He'd have a lot to do tomorrow. Making preparations for a proper sacrifice was going to take some time and effort but in the end, all his hard work would be worth it.

He stroked the blade of his axe lovingly and then rested it on his pillow. "Good night. I love you." he said quietly to the axe and then glanced around to make sure no one else had heard him.

Lukas did. Mathias was sure of it. The dishwater blonde was now glaring at him from beneath his covers, his blue eyes as hard and narrow as stone.

Apparently Tiina's cries must have drawn him back out of his hiding place. Mathias winked and gave him a thumbs up sign. In his mind, he was telling Lukas that he had a sure fire way of getting them out of there soon. To Lukas, he was just an asshole flaunting the fact he was probably gonna get laid soon with a woman he didn't even know.

The Norwegian flipped him off.

Tiina continued to sob by the hearth, hiccupping nervously. Berwald wanted to comfort her but he was at a loss of what to say. He was never really good with words. They never failed to come out awkward or embarrassing after he had said them. Still, he needed to try something. He wanted her to be happy like when he reunited her with her dog in the woods. Her smile was so sweet and it hurt him to hear her sobs.

"Look," Berwald said, scooping up Hanatamago with his bound hand. His free hand touched Tiina's bruised cheek and carefully guided her chin in his direction. She watched in confusion as he patted the dog with their connected hands and then covered it with the edge of his cloak.

"Mag'c tr'ck." he said as the dog "disappeared" beneath the cloak and then reappeared in his other hand. He stared at Tiina expectantly. At first, she wasn't sure what to make of his behavior. He was weird; there was no doubt about it.

Berwald tried another trick. Hanatamago arfed as he set her on Tiina's thighs and covered both their laps and the dog quickly with his cloak. "She van'shed." he said as his hand slipped underneath the cloak and pulled the dog away from her. He lifted the cloak again, showing her Hanatamago was now sitting on his lap. "Ta-dah."

Tiina's mouth gaped open. It was amusing and yet horrifying at the same time and she couldn't turn away from this obvious display of unsuccessful silliness.

Berwald felt better. The Finnish woman wasn't crying anymore. Hanatamago jumped up and began hopping between them. She liked the game they were both playing even though it was over now.

The white dog scuttled beneath the cloak. Tiina smiled at Hanatamago's silliness as she rolled around playfully and entangled herself. Berwald smiled too.

"How long do you think he's going to keep me here?" Tiina asked, "I want to go home." Berwald understood her feelings well. He wanted to leave this place as well but circumstances prevented it.

"Don't kn'w," he admitted shifting his eyes away to avoid hers.

"You're one of those Vikings, aren't you? I can tell by your sword," she told him, "Why are you living out here? Are you going to attack my village again?"

"Stuck h're," he explained, "Jus' the three of us."

"Then let me go," she said softly, "I promise I won't tell anybody you're here."

Berwald sighed. If only it was that simple. "My br'ther wants you f'r his wiv."

Tiina paused. Her body felt strangely numb as though she had been frozen by his words. The man who beat her wanted to marry her?

"He has a funny way of showing affection," she pointed out, "Are you sure?"

Berwald nodded slowly. Though Mathias hadn't actually said it yet, all his behaviors indicated a man struck by love. He was concerned about her virginity, he wouldn't lay with her because he probably wanted to preserve her purity, and he was celebrating because he was waiting for the big day. Yes, according to Berwald, Tiina and Mathias were definitely getting married.

"But why?" Tiina blurted out, still not believing that Mathias had such intentions.

Berwald blushed heavily. Her beauty must have been the reason the Dane was so smitten with her at first sight. He also thought she was beautiful. Her violet eyes, pretty light blonde hair, and cute smile were all very attractive to him. "'It's emba'rassing to say."

The Swedish man gave her his best smile to reassure her that it was going to be alright but it came off looking more frightening than ever.

Tiina shivered from the impending creepiness of the entire situation. In some ways, she wished she'd never even crawled out of bed. If she'd known this would be her fate, she'd have never passed through her front door.

The Finnish blonde sighed heavily. "I can't sleep."

Berwald nodded. He was afflicted with the same anxious state of mind.

"I don't remember you having these bruises on your face when we first met." Tiina stretched out her hand and pressed it tentatively against his cheek, upon realizing how his eyes watched her with such a creepy stare, she hesitantly pulled her hand back feeling she may have overstepped her boundaries. "Is it because I hit you?" Her voice came out sounding a bit more timid than she wanted it to.

"Mn," he grunted, shaking his head 'no'. Most of the bruises he wore were from his violent fight with Mathias in the woods.

Berwald awkwardly reached up and ran his hand along the swollen side of her face. He hoped the bruise there wouldn't form a scar. "So'ry," he apologized.

Though he sounded sincere, Tiina didn't accept his words fully. Her cold toes brushed his leg unintentionally as she shifted her back against the wall away from him.

"Yo'r shoes." Berwald stated, "You threw th'm."

Tiina hadn't paid that much attention to that detail before since he had carried back to the cabin. She was too caught up in what was going to happen next to care about them. It seemed like a given that she'd never see her shoes again if she yielded them like a weapon. She was about to suggest the hopeless idea that she return home and fetch them when Berwald suddenly told her he was going to make a pair for her.

The Finnish woman really didn't want him to but he seemed too intimidating to actually refuse.

"A- alright."

Berwald got up off the bed and Tiina reluctantly joined him. Being tied together made this a real challenge; she had no other option but to stay close to him.

First he walked over to the hearth and added some kindling. The fire blazed, causing the room to grow a shade brighter than it had been previously. Berwald stooped below Lukas' bed and removed a sack from beneath it. The bag was overloaded with treasures and some valuable coins spilled out onto the floor. He didn't even seem concerned about them.

The bed's occupant stirred but did not wake up. Tiina looked down at the young man as Berwald rifled through the sack. Lukas seemed less like the other two Vikings because his build was much smaller, almost feminine. His sleeping expression wasn't one of peace either. He seemed uncomfortable, almost as though he were plagued by miserable dreams. The Norwegian winced as he shifted off his right shoulder onto his back and Tiina took note of the scar that disappeared beneath his garments.

Mathias' obnoxious snoring drew her eyes away from Lukas. The Dane seemed restless as he slept, his intermittent dream-talk filled with a mixture of boasts and praises for all the greatness that was him. Of course, true to form for someone who thought so highly of himself, the Dane slept naked. She could tell because his garments were lazily draped over the headboard.

In a way, she felt lucky she was sharing a bed with someone else. The Vikings had a reputation for plundering women and robbing them of their innocence. She still had that fear and her treatment, though not excessively cruel, was far from ideal.

Berwald tugged on her arm and pulled her back towards his bedding. Once she was on the edge of the bed, he took her leg without asking and slipped her foot inside something made of animal hide.

"They're really big," Tiina pointed out, peering down at the shoe he had clamped over her foot. The blonde man grunted ominously. Such an outcome was regrettable but expected.

"But," she quickly added in fear, "It's a nice thought but I can't wear something this big. Thank you though."

After all, this was a start. It was better than nothing. It was apparent she wouldn't be able to wear either of the other Viking's footwear if the one belonging to the smallest of the three was inadequate.

Tiina edged back from him as he studied her foot. He seemed to be thinking about something, although of what exactly she was uncertain.

She yawned. The bed was becoming comfortable and she was starting to feel a bit sleepy as the fire danced hypnotically in the hearth. Hanatamago was already curled up, her body resting against the wall. Though the cues for sleep were finally starting to sweep over her, the Finn really didn't want to rest just yet. She told herself she shouldn't because it was dangerous so she tried conversing with Berwald though his reticent manner made it awkward.

Tiina soon reduced herself to rambling, telling him about anything that popped into her weary mind. Like the yummy fish she left on the hearth or the fire that probably burned out because of her lack of supervision. Even about the friends that occasionally came that would worry about her once they discovered she was missing. Finally, she mumbled a little about how she didn't want to be anybody's wife.

The Swedish man patiently heeded her words, even as she became less coherent and more drawn into the world of dreams. He was doing something with the shoe in his hands. She could tell because the hand holding it was the one tied to her own arm.

Vaguely, it occurred to her that he was sewing and altering the shoe, but that couldn't have been right. His efforts to make something for her didn't make sense.

It wasn't as if she was going to be his bride, she was going to be forced to be his Viking brother's. She wanted to blurt out that his efforts were unnecessary if he was trying to make her like Mathias. If anything she was starting to like him best for his kindness… But why did he have to be so scary?

Soon none of this would matter. She was going to be leaving this place and she would have to try and escape again… but not right now….

Not when a beautiful world of sleep was awaiting her. It seemed funny that her dreams would be peaceful and sweet compared to this living nightmare she was awake in.

Yes, when Tiina awoke tomorrow, she would find that today was nothing but a crazy dream.

To be continued~!

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! We love your feedback and reviews~! Thanks to everyone who has faved, alerted, and commented so far.

Author's Note 2: We'd love to give a special hug to Yuki Hikari who helped us look over and fix up this chapter before we stuck it up here. We love her super lots~~~ *huggles*
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