She had no idea to react to his staring. She had expected him to rage at her for lashing out, but now he was just sat there staring right at her bare chest without saying anything at all and she couldn't help but find that rather unnerving.

"H-Hey! Come on! Not even a…" She tried to mimic his voice while pulling what fabric she could over herself to stop him looking. "'GRR Rae, I'm going to tear out your spleen and roast it for dinner?' No? Not even a 'I'm going to wear your ribcage as body armour?' Huh?"

His eyes kept moving from her lips as they moved to her chest and back again. He knew she was speaking to him, but he just couldn't hear anything but the blood rushing through his system. The whooshing sound was deafening. He knew he was staring, but couldn't stop. He'd seen her unclothed plenty of times before. It was her tribe's custom to bathe publically, after all, and he had often joined her in her customs. But for some reason he felt paralysed, unable to move or even look away. Dagur's fingers loosened around the scrap of cloth in his hand and it dropped to the planks below them. He so wanted to answer her. He desperately needed to say something to save face, it didn't matter what. That's when he suddenly managed to blurt something out. It wasn't perfect, but it was something!

"Those are nice!"

Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut after all….

Rae's eyes widened instantly. "I'll give you nice! Holy crap!" She lunged for him and attempted to punch his upper arms. She had not expected that to come from his mouth at all and it had taken her by utter suprise.

"Ouch! OUCH!" Her fists connected with his upper arms. They were already bruised from her earlier onslaught and Dagur swore his bruises were bruising. He flailed his hands to try and stop her from hitting him and grabbed hold of her wrists, forcing her backwards away from him. "Stop! I said stop, wench!" He gave one almighty push.

"No, I will not stop! Not until you agree to sew my damn tunic!"

Rae was now pushing back and when he gave his final shove she pushed as hard as she could in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, it only made her overbalance and fall forwards awkwardly.

Since he had her wrists in his tight grip, her torso arched forwards and hung in the air uncomfortably, her back bent inwards.

"Ow ow ow!"

Her chest was now staring him in the face and he let out a small squeal. That wasn't what he'd intended to happen at all! He only wanted to stop her from hitting him, but now she was probably going to think he did it on purpose. Dagur's instinctual reaction was to loosen his grip and stop pushing, but that made the situation even worse as it meant that she was free to fall forwards.

And fall forwards she did. She collapsed in a flailing heap on top of Dagur, disoriented and confused.

"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL…"

She placed a hand down on his chest and tried to get up again, but her hand slipped off of him and she just fell back down onto him again.

There was that blasted male biology kicking in again. Every time she moved his entire body shuddered, his skin prickling horribly each time she rose and fell. What with the previous flush of hideous hormones, the unexpected exposure of Rae's flesh and now this close contact yet again, it was beginning to get far too much. No, it WAS too much. Dagur scrunched his eyes shut and tried to focus his thoughts on something other than the blood rushing to his nethers. He hoped she didn't feel him beneath his skirting.

Rae did indeed feel exactly what he was trying to prevent and her eyes widened in shock. She stopped in her tracks, held her breath and slowly looked down into his face, her own now horribly red.

"Please t-tell me that's just a spare w-weapon."

Dagur couldn't bring himself to speak, he just opened his eyes slowly and shook his head from side to side. Her comment had made the situation feel even worse that what his brain was telling him it was. He knew he had to make a choice about what to do about the unfortunate mishap his body had made, but his eyes started to wander over her bare skin again. He scrunched his eyes shut, let out a loud battle cry, took her shoulders and pushed her over onto the planks. Now he was on top of her again, eyes fixed firmly on her eyes for fear of them wandering again.

Rae yelled out in alarm as he flipped her over onto the planks again. She winced as she felt the familiar thud of the planks beneath her take the wind from her lungs for a moment.

"D-Dagur, what…"

She saw him staring. It was as if he was staring right through her and it made her shiver. Her eyes wandered downwards, no longer able to maintain eye contact and fell on the folds of his skirting.

Dagur cringed at the thought of her eyes being on that particular area and he panicked, thrashed his hands around and regretted it. His hands rested on Rae's chest by mistake, which only made his blood burn even hotter. He tore his hands away and looked back down at his tunic again. He didn't want her to see, as he was sure she would mock him or use it for blackmailing him later on. He had no choice and lowered himself downwards so that she couldn't see anymore, but that only made things worse as he was poking her once again. He couldn't take it anymore. It was too much. The voices in his head screamed at him and he threw himself forwards and slammed his lips against Rae's furiously.

Rae didn't expect that at all. Her eyes flew open as his lips crashed against hers, his teeth poking through from the force of it and jabbing her. She squeaked against him and flapped her arms around in an attempt to make him stop.

After a moment of panic, she managed to push him away enough to break free. She scrabbled away and pressed herself against the hull of the ship, her knees up defensively.

"What are you doing!? What was that!?" She reached a hand up to her mouth and wiped it, her breath hitching in her throat as she watched him with a new sense of caution.

Dagur realized what he had done and flung his arms around erratically. "SHIT! Shit, shit, shit! What AM I doing!?" He scrunched up his face and ran a hand down it to try and force the heat out of his cheeks. "This is all your fault, wench!" He stabbed a finger out at Rae and kept the other across his forehead as his heart pounded against his chest. "All your fault! If you hadn't have disobeyed me by bringing that deer down here and just left it to the men this would not have happened! I should tear off your head for this!"

"MY fault? Who was it that tried to intimidate me in the first place? Who was it that stole my kill? Who has been irritating me all day? Hm? You! So don't you dare try and blame me for your actions, wussboy!" She kept herself pressed against the hull of the ship and frowned at him, her fingers still hovering around her lips from the strange tingling feeling running over them. "And stop making threats you can't follow up on!"

"Oh! Oh oh oh! I can follow up on them, wench. And stop calling me wussboy!" He scrabbled to his feet and turned away as his lower half was still intent on giving him away. "Just you wait!" His eyes kept flicking from her eyes downwards and it took a lot of concentration to stop them from disobeying him. "I'm going to enjoy embedding my sword into you."

It was then he realized just how that sounded. His eyes stretched open wide and he turned sharply to face Rae, his hands waving around erratically in front of him in a dismissive manner. "N-No! Not like that! I mean my-" He pointed to the blade on the floor. "-Actual sword!" His eyes then moved downwards and saw that he had forgotten about concealing his problem. "Argh!" He turned away again sharply, his face burning bright red from the ordeal. He was not happy. No one made his face red. No one made his blood boil. "SAVAGE! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

Rae's face transformed from one of a serious nature to a contorted grin as his antics had somehow managed to divert her focus from the seriousness of his previous actions. She let out a hail of cackles as he called for Savage and had to clutch her belly due to cramps from laughing so hard.

She heard Savage's boots come thumping down the steps, but she was unable to regain her composure and ended up falling sideways in a hysterical heap on the planks beneath her.