Human(MxM)[UNEDITED]

Asgeir POV

What the hell is his problem?

I turned my head away and continued to converse with Erik throughout dinner, occasionally speaking to the other guests and pretending to understand what they were talking about.

By the time dinner was over, I was completely exhausted, mostly from walking all the way back, and talking non stop.

After greeting the guests, I made my way to my room, desperately seeking the comfort of my bed. I was actually glad that I had wiped down already, because I had absolutely no energy for a bath right now.

I stretched out my limbs as I walked and almost opened my door when I felt someone take hold of arm, startling me and stopping me from going any further. I turned around, wondering just who it was that was sneaking up behind me, and was met with Gregor's eyes, looking sternly at me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked and slowly took my arm out of his.

"I wanted to see you." He said quietly and leaned against the wall.

"Are you drunk?" I asked when I noticed how he struggled to keep his eyes opened, and the jug of wine that he was holding.

"Define drunk" he said looking at me while he leaned his head against the wall.

"Okay. I'm going to call your guard." I said pinching the bridge of my nose and making an attempt to walk away when he took hold of my hand to stop me.

I looked down at his hand, narrowing my eyes when I noticed that he wasn't holding as tightly onto it like he normally did, and I suppose that was because he was drunk.

"Let me stay for a bit." He said softly to which I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Okay, come inside then. You can't stand here all night." I said opened my door. I stood aside and let him come in. I contemplated on whether I should close the door or not, and decided not to because I had no idea what a drunk Gregor was capable of.

"Your room is very you." He said as he walked around and drank from the jug while he looked at my room.

"How so?" I asked and took off all that unnecessary garments that was required of a royal, and sighed in relief when I felt a bit lighter with my usual pants and loose white shirt.

"It's very soft and delicate. Unlike any boy's room I have ever seen before." He said as he traced his finger along a portrait that I painted a few months ago.

"I take it that you have been in quite a few boys' rooms before." I said and sat down on my sofa while I watched him.

"Just a few." He said smiling at me.

I didn't know what else to say so instead I just watched him and answered whatever questions he asked, and wondered just when he was going to leave so that I could finally sleep.

"I'm sorry." He said making me tilt my head and look at him like he was insane.

"For which part? For leaving me to walk back alone or for lying about it and saying I was sick" I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Both I suppose." He said and turned around to face me.

"Do you like him. That Erik guy I mean." He said and sat down on the edge of my bed.

"He's nice, sweet and kind. He talks to me in a respectable manner and not like I'm some common whore." I said glaring at him.

He continued to look at me, thought he didn't say anything, I could tell he was definitely thinking about something, and I was surprised when he didn't have some smart comeback like he always did, and instead just stared at me.

"And before you accuse me of seducing him or what not, he's engaged, and you might think I am a slut but I am definitely no home breaker." I said looking at him straight in the eye.

"I wasn't sure if I should tell you this or not, in fact, I spent most of tonight thinking about it." He said looking down.

He sighed and got up and walked to where he placed his jug of wine. He picked it up and took a huge gulp of it and walked back to my bed. He sat down and wiped his mouth with his sleeve and looked back at me.

"What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for falsely accusing you of something like that, when you are so far from it." He said while he looked at me.

"What I accused you of, was something so degrading and yet you didn't even tell me I was wrong. You left me to believe that you were some loose person just because everyone desired and wanted you. Why?" He asked.

"It wouldn't have made a difference. You already had that opinion of me, and nothing I would have said would have changed your mind about it. But let me ask you something, who told you? Because I can bet my life on it that you would have never come to that conclusion on your own." I said and watched something cross his eyes for a brief second.

I wasn't sure if it was regret or guilt, or sorrow. I didn't have time to see for certain, because it was gone the second it was there.

"Armod. When I came back before you, he was walking about in the palace and asked me to join him. He gave me the usual brother talk about not hurting his brother, but it was what he said next that completely shocked me." He said looking down while he swirled his jug around.

"He told me to always be gentle with you. That you weren't like them. That you were soft and delicate by nature, and that you were very naive when it came to certain things, and it had nothing to do with the fact that you were a virgin and had never touched another man before, but it was just who you were." He said looking back at me.

"I knew in that moment, that I had something very wrong, but I knew more than anything, that I had lost your respect and trust with my assumptions. That I had done something that I couldn't take back no matter how many times I said sorry. But what I'm mostly sorry for is-" he trailed off and looked at the window, almost like he didn't want me to see his face when he said what he wanted to say next.

"For taking your first kiss like that."