I love dark konig. He just tickles the brain pickle yknow?
I loved when konig noticed how small the reader was, this dude would just straight up, if he thinks you’ve been hurt or gone against him too much, would just scoop u up or curl around u entirely like a human cage. He’s a big dude, and dark konig ain’t afraid to use it.
See also: Huge man goes feral trying to protect smol, injured girlfriend
(Little Mouse Masterlist)
Their guns are trained on him.
Eyes bright, wide, intent on their target, the members of the 141 level their sights at the massive man before them, their voices loud, thunderous as they bark orders, commands. It sounds like the churn of a supercell in your ears, clouds grinding black and flashing with fatal streaks of lightning. The wind seems to lift you from your feet, carry you away into the funnel cloud descending low and ominous on the horizon. A cataclysm.
You can barely keep your eyes open. Your attacker's blade still sits deep in your shoulder, unable to stem the tide of red that blooms around it like scarlet fever. It's warm, wet against the shirt under your tac vest. With every pulse you feel it gush crimson against your body, your thoughts.
They're so close, your allies. If you could find the strength to reach them, to lift your arm in search of their aid, you know they will rush to you, hands descending and voices firm, worried, angry you went off on your own, managed to get yourself stabbed. It was a foolish decision, a stupid one. You had sauntered forward thinking that perhaps he would be there, would trace your steps from the shadows, would keep you safe from those who would do you harm.
He had. A moment too late.
König had roared when the blade carved into your shoulder, sounding for all the world like a descending missile, cleaving apart the heavens as it rocketed downwards towards earth.
He'd ripped the man apart with his bare hands.
Yet that touch was gentle as it landed on you, dragging you onto him, cradling you against his chest even as his fingers stained red at your wound. His voice softer, tender, fearful at the way your strength seemed to fail you, one hand uselessly trying to push him away, knowing it was a futile effort.
"Maus. Maus can you hear me?!"
It's bad. You've had enough injuries, enough near-death experiences by now to know the severity of your injury. It may have nicked an artery, unleashed a tide of warmth that even now seeps down your shoulder like the Nile turned red by plague.
He'd shushed you when you whimpered, hooded face hovering over yours as he muttered nervously in German, the undercurrent of rage ever present in his words. The sight of his eyes had been enough to briefly dull the pain- shocked, frantic, afraid.
"Stay still, Maus. I'll get you out of here, I'll take care of you. Keep your eyes open."
The whisper of the anathema inside you, of the secret, hidden piece inside of you that had almost wanted to see him fluttered helplessly against his fingertips when he had searched for your pulse. You couldn't answer him, trying to find the balance between pain and the forbidden need to have him call you that again, his special name just for you.
Then the world had shifted, and König had snarled, arms securing around you and dragging you to him. His behemoth frame curled over yours, caging you in from all sides as he crouched over your broken body, a single massive arm keeping you tucked against his chest protectively. Keeping you safe, keeping you safe from them.
Ghost and the others had nearly fired on him, almost missing your smaller figure tucked into his front, obscured by his arms as he shielded you from their sights. When you had lifted your head towards them the world had spun dizzyingly, wavering like a desert mirage.
"Rookie! Get away from him!"
"She's hurt."
"Fuck! Can you hear us?!"
It had been Soap who had lifted his gun first, voice nothing less than murderous as he glared at your guardian, eyes glinting like steel, promising violence.
"Did you do this to her?!"
König hadn't answered, his only response being that of the low growl in his chest, the imperceptible shiver of his hands cradling you into his front.
"Don't worry, Vöglein." He murmurs, and the sound of his voice feels lush and soft in the confines of your thoughts, that of a friend. "I'll keep you safe."
Your reply curls across your tongue, and your answer is one you'll never be able to speak. Not here, in front of them, where they can hear the true revelations buried deep inside you. Maybe someday, outside this theatre of war, you'll consider them once more- the truth of them pale and delicate like edelweiss that blooms in the waning warmth of summer.
"I know I'll be safe with you."
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