“No, I don't have a fucking clue,” Eivind answered, but he wasn't talking about tending to Blue's wounds. He made clear what he was referring to a few seconds later, but he didn't bother correcting himself.<br/><br/>“I won't do anything drastic,” he assured. There was another pause, and Blue mentioned his back.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” he said.<br/><br/>Eivind managed to get a pill out of the bottle without dumping the contents all over them both, but as he shifted Blue took it from him in the most unexpected of ways. Fire went racing down to his cock feeling the young man's lips wrap around his thumb and forefinger, and he nearly snatched his hand away it was so suddenly unexpected. Instead, Eivind closed his eyes and willed that an erection wouldn't pester them right then. It was neither the time, nor his place to assume any sort of liberties with Blue just yet.<br/><br/><i>Do you want me to lie down, so you can look at me better?</i><br/><br/>The question, delivered when Eivind was struggling to keep himself under control, didn't help.<br/><br/>“Yes,” Eivind told him, clipped. Anything, to get the young man off of him right then, so that he could shift around and not be in direct contact. They were still both naked. Eivind put on clothing when he felt like it, and anything he put Blue in would only cause him discomfort. He could tell Blue was winding down, and hopefully he wouldn't notice anything. At least since Blue wasn't a wolf, he wouldn't be able to smell Eivind's interest. He helped him arrange himself until he was comfortable, and at least cleaned, and applied an ointment to the wound before covering it with several layers of gauze. Most likely Blue didn't want to wake sticking to the couch.<br/><br/>Afterwords, Eivind settled himself on the couch, tucked around Blue's long legs with his own partway handing off. Blue was likely too far gone to notice, or to protest, and once he was fully asleep, Eivind wasn't far behind him. He didn't think he'd be able to rest easy unless he was in some way touching Blue. At least, that was what his body was telling him, and instinct was hard to suppress, especially coupled with exhaustion.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Alaric was the one to come bursting through his door, his initial care forgotten apparently. Eivind shot up at the sudden entrance. Alaric was bloody. Not his own, most likely, and dread settled in Eivind's stomach.<br/><br/>“What happened?”<br/><br/>Alaric made a noise of annoyance. So, it wasn't Synnove.<br/><br/>“Sieger got opened up a bit, a little worse than your human, but unlike him, I know what I'm doing when it comes to stitching someone up. My sister is a little scratched up, but you know how scrappy she is. I'm sure Lofgren is sporting a new asshole,” Alaric went on.<br/><br/>Relief flooded Eivind. Alaric was only serious when the situation was grave, and with him cracking jokes, if in that sarcastic way of his, that meant everyone would be mostly intact.<br/><br/>“They want to speak with you,” he informed.<br/><br/>“Tell them to fuck off right now. Kindly.” Eivind flopped back against the cushion of the couch.<br/><br/>“They're not going to like that,” Alaric warned with a shrug. “How are his wounds holding up? You didn't decided to get creative did you?”<br/><br/>Eivind shook his head 'no', but Alaric probably couldn't see him from his vantage point.<br/><br/>“I don't think I fucked anything up. I'll have you look again when he's done resting,” Eivind answered, hopeful that Blue would be able to go back to sleep after their rude awakening.