Ólafur then hold the guard to the ground. The youth was struck by the brutal force of the fierce Norseman, but at the same time by his manly beauty and noble features. Never had he seen a blond warrior of this stature and superior might. With both his feet and his hands the naked Viking still held the guard down, looking him straight in the eyes and watching every possible move. Looking upwards, the submitted guard noticed the stern gaze of Ólafur’s steel blue eyes, making him paralyze like he was under a strange spell. Any moment now he would feel the blow of his fist on his face, while the other hand was firmly grasping his throat. He was sure he would pass out, either by a straight knock-out or by choking.
Within seconds, Aasim realized he never had been in such close distance to a foreign enemy like this, watching his strong legs, the naked pale white skin of which was covered with a sensual pattern of soft blond hair, he almost could touch. In between the spread muscular thighs, his eyes were drawn towards his bare manhood with its fully intact foreskin, which strangely seemed to present itself like the udder of a mother goat to a sibling. The young guardsman begged Ólafur not to kill him, although this would have been too easy.
Ólafur found this guardsman an almost too easy opponent to defeat. He kept demanding him to defend himself, although he knew this young man with his frightened eyes didn’t understand a single word.