Before Elias could react, Torvald’s fingers curled around him, lifting him effortlessly and setting him down right in front of his lap, the giant’s naked form unabashed in the firelight, his cock resting openly between them. Torvald leaned back, oblivious to any awkwardness, his grin warm and curious. “There, now you’re where I can see ya. You alright, then?”
Elias swallowed hard, his pulse racing as he tried to focus on Torvald’s face, the heat of the fire and the giant’s proximity making his cheeks burn. “Y-yeah,” he stammered, settling into the furs. “Just… not used to, uh, being picked up like that.”
Torvald’s laugh boomed, shaking the air. “Aye, well, giants don’t fuss ‘bout personal space. So, what’s your deal, lad? What’s got you sneakin’ ‘round my camp?”
Elias blinked, grateful for the shift in focus. “I’m just… wandering, I guess. Wanted to see what’s out there.” He hesitated, then ventured, “What about you? Do giants always live out here alone?”
“Nosy one, eh?” Torvald’s eyes twinkled, but he answered easily. “Most o’ us keep to ourselves. Me, I like the open sky, the quiet. Though…” He tilted his head, studying Elias. “Ain’t so bad havin’ someone to jaw with. You got folks waitin’ for ya somewhere?”
Elias shook his head, his hand absently rubbing his stomach as he spoke. “Nah, it’s just me. Always has been.” He glanced up, curious despite himself. “You ever get lonely out here?”
Torvald’s gaze softened, catching the motion of Elias’s hand. “Lonely? Aye, now and then. But I make do.” His brow furrowed, and he leaned closer, voice dropping with concern. “Hold on, lad—you rubbin’ your stomach like that. You hungry? Got an empty belly needin’ fillin’?”
Elias froze, embarrassed he’d been noticed, his cheeks flushing deeper. “Uh, yeah, maybe a bit,” he admitted, offering a shy grin. “Didn’t think you’d catch that.”
Torvald’s grin returned, broad and warm, as he reached for a skewer by the fire. “Giants see more than you’d reckon, lad. Stick close.