Torvald’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he rummaged through a sack by the fire, pulling out a handful of large, speckled beans and a few thick roots. “Got somethin’ special tonight,” he said, tossing them into a battered pot with a splash of water from his canteen. “These beans, lad, they’re a giant’s delight—fill you up proper. Bit o’ wild onion to spice it, too.” He set the pot over the flames, the earthy, pungent aroma soon wafting through the camp.
Elias raised an eyebrow, his stomach growling despite the odd smell. “Beans, huh? Alright, I’m game,” he said, settling closer to the fire. Torvald stirred the pot with a massive wooden spoon, humming a low tune, and soon dished out two steaming portions. He handed Elias a bowl, the beans swimming in a thick broth, and took an even larger serving for himself.
The two dug in, Elias spooning the hot, hearty mixture into his mouth. The beans were surprisingly tasty, with a nutty, savory kick, though the aftertaste lingered oddly. Torvald ate with gusto, his bowl empty in moments, and he let out a satisfied belch, patting his stomach. “That’s the stuff,” he rumbled, grinning at Elias. “How’s it sittin’ with ya, lad?”
“Good,” Elias said, finishing his bowl and setting it aside. “Fills you up, that’s for sure.” He leaned back, feeling the warmth of the meal settle in his belly, unaware of the trouble brewing in Torvald’s.
They sat by the fire for a while, trading small stories—Elias about his wanderings, Torvald about the quirks of giant life. But as the night deepened, Torvald’s expression shifted, a faint grimace crossing his face. He shifted on the furs, then let out a low, rumbling fart that vibrated the ground beneath them. The sound was unmistakable, and a faint, earthy whiff followed.
Elias’s eyes widened, and Torvald’s face flushed a deep red. “Oi, ‘scuse me, lad,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “Them beans… they, uh, get to giants somethin’ fierce sometimes.” Another rumble escaped, louder this time, and Torvald stood abruptly, turning away with an embarrassed chuckle. “Gods, that’s ripe. Gimme a sec.” He stepped a few paces off, letting out another thunderous toot that echoed in the quiet night, muttering apologies under his breath.
Elias bit back a laugh, waving a hand. “No worries, happens to everyone,” he said, though the sheer volume was impressive. Torvald returned after a moment, still sheepish but grinning, his massive form settling back onto the furs.
“Right, well,” Torvald said, clearing his throat, “reckon we oughta get to bed now, ‘fore I clear the whole camp.” His tone turned playful, a flirtatious glint in his eye as he leaned back, lifting his hips slightly, the furs sliding to reveal the curve of his ass. “So, lad, where d’you wanna sleep? Plenty o’ room here…” He patted the furs beside him, his grin widening. “Or, y’know, closer, if you’re feelin’ brave.”
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