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pixievi · 10 months

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THE FRUITS OF HER LABOUR.

𓆩 summary ° ｡ eivor assists in securing your throne and your gratitude lies deeper than a mere alliance

𓆩 warnings ° ｡ queen! reader, throne sex, cunnilingus (r! receiving), fingering (r! recieving), degradation, praise, power play (eivor getting off on fucking a queen while simultaneously teasing them for letting her) usage of good girl, whore, lamb, eivor and reader having big phat crushes on each other

𓆩 wc ° ｡ 2,9k

𓆩 disclaimer ° ｡ this is a work of kink fantasy/fiction. within the world of kink and bdsm, consent is of upmost priority (also in general). even if the consent is not explicitly stated in the work, know and be assured that it is always given beforehand between all participants.

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“are you not joining in on the merriment, my lady?”

eivor had appeared in the throne room silently, her features illuminated by the flames of the many braziers in the room. she wore a proud smirk, the victory from earlier in the day obviously still sung through her veins. rowdy shouts and songs of battle faintly filled the room from the longhouse. it sounded like the whole town was in there. you were sat comfortably in your new position, on your throne. reading through various letters from the townsfolk, in which most welcomed their new queen. that was until eivor’s gentle voice joined the crackling of the fires. she strolled towards you as her eyes took in your domestic form, pleasantly surprised. she was used to seeing you in noble wear. thick cloaks sewn with delicate designs and with the softest furs, tunics bearing rich colours, thick pants made to withstand the seasons and jewellery that vociferated your status. now, you donned a light nightdress with a shawl wrapped around your arms. you looked soft, she thought, as warmth filled her chest.

“no”, you smiled at her softly. “i would much rather be in my bed”

it had been 3 long months and a half of strategising, travelling, battles, meetings, dealing with ivarr’s bullshit, more battles because of said bullshit….you were ready to sleep for a month. to put it lightly. but having eivor by your side made it all bearable. you were taken aback by her confident demeanour at first, but that same confidence soon became a comfort that quelled your anxieties. without her, victory would not have been possible. she stopped at the bottom of the dais and her smirk grew into a smile. mischief swirling in her eyes.

“perhaps i could keep you company then?”

brazen, she was. your cheeks warmed. damned woman. you wished you had grown used to her teasing, but how could you when everything about her made you want her to plow you until you couldn’t walk?

“would you not be missed by your men in your celebrations?”

eivor shrugged. “we’ve celebrated enough victories together, i doubt missing one with them would be tragic”

“are you sure? celebrating with me is hardly any better, i’m only reading these”, you chuckled, waving the letters.

“it would be, i want to speak with you”, she said, with a hint of softness. you fought down a grin.

“you don’t have to worry, our alliance is secured. ravensthorpe now has a powerful ally”

“i trust that it is. but that’s not why i wanted to speak with you”

eivor’s gaze was suddenly intense. you adjusted, sitting straighter in your throne. “oh, is everything all right eivor?”

she said nothing and stepped up towards you. your eyes followed her until she was looking down at your form. it felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest in anticipation. she beckoned you to stand, with a feathery soft ‘come here’. you took her warm and calloused hands and they held you gently as you stood with her. your gaze shifted everywhere, : to the furs on her shoulders, her thumb caressing your knuckles, the weathered weapons belt that hung around her hips and accidentally, her lips. for far too long, you realised. cheeks warming even more.

eivor chuckled, and cradled your warm cheeks. tilting your head, making you look at her. though her rough hands were scarred and capable of cutting down men larger than her, she held your face tenderly. you've never felt more safe. as always, when eivor was around you. you melted into her affections. she hummed in approval as you softened and relaxed. your name left her lips warmly, making you look away from the scar on her cheek. interrupting thoughts of desiring to trace it.

and when she spoke, you could not believe your ears. surely, this was a dream?? you’re about to wake up and be left with an empty feeling in your chest that walked with longing alongside you for the rest of the day. you’ve had this dream before. eivor wanted you. her thumbs soothing your cheeks as she spoke is what made you realise that yes, this was actually real. because your dreams never got her touch right.

“…and as soon as your eyes met mine, the first time we met, i was yours. and i never want to not be”, eivor finished earnestly, her own heart beating frantically in anticipation of your reaction. she searched your dazed eyes for any sort of unspoken answer, worried you didn’t feel the same, and that she made a fool of herself. the longer you took to answer, the more her hands loosened her grip on you. threatening to pull away completely. really, you were just in shock and struggling to form words. losing her warm touch and the dejected look in her eyes as she fully pulled away is what made you snap out of it.

words were failing you, and there’s no doubt in your mind anymore of eivor’s feelings so…you did what you always wanted to do. you gripped her face instead and smashed your lips to hers. a surprised noise escaped her. you smiled against her lips and chuckled. eivor wasted no time. with her heart soaring she pulled you in again. trapping your mouth with hers and deepening the kiss with a groan. it was messy and desperate. it was like eivor wanted to devour you. spit started to coat both of your lips, some reaching your chin. but you didn’t care, if you didn’t have to stop to breathe, you would’ve gone the whole night tasting her. you both breathed heavily, catching your breaths.

eivor’s eyes were fixed on your heaving chest. she almost forgot she was supposed to be breathing as she focused on the sight of your nipples poking through the thin fabric. how they pressed against it each time you inhaled. her arms snaked around your waist, bringing you even closer to her. pressing your body to her own. she couldn’t help herself. she placed open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck and revelled in the sweet noises you gave her.

it was all too much, her hot mouth on you, her hands gliding across your body and squeezing your flesh almost roughly. possesively. it was all going straight to your core, making you ache. your hips had a mind of their own. desperate for any sort of attention, you grinded against her. hoping she'll do something about it.

eivor smiled against your neck. she'd never seen you like this before. so desperate and mindless. she wanted to never forget it. and drag it out. she ignored your pleas, with a bit of difficulty and continued making her mark on your neck. by this point, your neck was decorated. they wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon. and eivor loved that.

you were growing frustrated. and even more wet. you pulled her head away from your neck suddenly and she made a noise of protest, but you shushed her.

"i don't think i properly rewarded you, did i?", you asked, gripping eivor’s chin. her eyes were clouded, and you could easily imagine the thoughts swimming in her mind. eivor shook her head.

you sat back down on your throne. "well, come get it then"

the second you spread your legs, eivor was already on her knees. pushing your legs up, holding them by the backs of your thighs and shoving her face into your dripping pussy. you gasped in relief. finally, finally after so long of wanting her, you had her. and she had you. eivor groaned into your folds as she lapped up your wetness and dipped her warm tongue teasingly into your aching entrance. making you arch into her with a whine.

eivor couldn't believe it. she always imagined what it would be like to fuck you. the sounds you'd make, the pretty expressions she'd pull from you, how you'd taste. but in recent weeks, she was daydreaming about a whole lot more than just that. every time you'd smile at her made eivor think of how lovely it would be to have you at home waiting for her, ready to give her that smile that was always just for her, when she came back to you. it would make her a lot less reckless in her endeavours. it didn't take long for eivor to figure out her passionate feelings for you.

her hand trailed up your stomach and pulled down the front of your dress, revealing your tits to her. she grabbed one and kneaded it as she feasted on you. her black eye paint was still striking on her, even after having it on all day. it lasted proudly through the harsh rain that lashed the battlefield and eivor's sweat. now it smeared slightly on the sensitive skin of your thighs. you always loved when she wore it. feeling your heated gaze on her, eivor met your eyes from beneath your damp curls and winked. bitch. you cursed between whimpers as she added more fuel to the fire in your veins.

eivor was purposefully avoiding your clit, as she wanted to play with you for as long as she could. the wet sounds she was making between your thighs were obscene, and they were extra loud because of the echo. eivor shoved her tongue deeper within you, and tongue fucked you. you whined and gripped her hair, pulling her in closer. desperate for more. her nose bumped against your aching clit while you shifted and you gasped, and made an effort to tighten your thighs around her head. but she still had your legs in an iron grip. your knees were pressed up to your chest and you couldn't move much. you were completely at eivors mercy.

you could feel eivor smile at your struggle, it only spurred her on even more. she quickened her pace as you grew wetter around her. it dripped onto the throne beneath you, helped by eivor’s spit. abruptly, her tongue left you and you whipped your head back to her to protest. but your curses got caught in your throat and what escaped were moans of surprise and relief. eivor sucked greedily, her lips finally wrapped around your clit. it was heaven. you arched into the feeling, babbling a series of 'yes yes yes!'

eivors need for you only grew as your taste coated her tongue and your pretty sounds filled her ears. it was getting uncomfortable at this point, but she will wait. she wanted to see her noble queen fall apart. a thick finger tentatively prodded at your entrance, teasing it, beckoning you to give your permission to be destroyed. you nodded eagerly, already clenching around nothing at the thought. eivor gave one last intense suck before removing her mouth from you, making you shiver.

"i need to hear it, princess", she smirked up at you. half of her face was glistening in the firelight with your mess. she kept her mouth close to your pussy as she spoke lowly, the vibrations making you shiver again.

"please eivor", you whined, scooting closer to her.

eivor nipped at your soft skin and you gasped in surprise. she soothed the sting with a feathery kiss. she spoke against your burning flesh. "please what, lamb?"

she wanted you to spill filth. that much is clear. a hungry and dark glint in her eyes urged you to beg and use your pretty mouth to utter lewdness. heat rose to your cheeks.

"eivor please i-i need it"

she feigned disappointment. "need what?"

she constantly teased your hole as she spoke, and while she waited for you to speak. teasing you like this, was really doing something to her. she half hoped you dragged it out. but the other half, was growing needier and needier. her underwear was ruined by now. you swallowed. eivor found herself distracted by your heaving chest again in the warm light.

"n-need you to fuck my pussy p-please", you begged and arched towards her. "take what's y-yours"

take what's yours. a bolt of pleasure and want erupted in eivors belly and she groaned. shit. she shoved her face into your heat again and furiously resumed her onslaught on your clit. you moaned, throwing your head back. she rewarded you with a finger, slowly spreading your velvet walls. she started off at a languid pace to get you used to her. which was sweet and all, but you needed more.

"a-another"

eivor chuckled around your pulsing clit at your orders and you gripped her head, pulling her in even more.

"little lamb wants another", eivor muttered to herself smugly. fuck you loved the names she'd always give you. even more so when she was knuckle deep in your cunt. two more fingers joined the first, stretching you out deliciously.

"f-f-fuck", you groaned. you'd never been this full before. eivor had her bottom lip between her teeth, smiling, watching you suck her in greedily. she stood and leaned over your desperate form. your lips crashed into hers and she swallowed your moan after she curled her fingers in you.

"how does that feel, your majesty?", she whispered against your lips, holding your gaze intensely. you clenched around her thick fingers again at the title.

"really r-really good"

"oh yeah?", she deepened her lazy thrusts.

"y-yes!"

"any more royal requests, my lady?"

you met her wanton stare. "faster wolfkissed"

it was instant. her gentle strokes were replaced by rough, animalistic thrusts that pounded your aching pussy relentlessly. eivor grunted into your sweaty neck with the effort. relishing in your delicate whimpers and the way your breath hitched every time her calloused fingers hit that spot. once she found it, she abused it.

you fisted the furs on her shoulder for dear life while eivor kissed and bit the sensitive skin of your shoulder. intent on marking that side too. after tonight, she wanted no doubt in anyone's mind that you were hers. all hers. especially to your future royal suitors. it wouldn't take long for news of a young, unmarried queen to make its rounds across other kingdoms. oh, she couldn't wait to see their faces when she would treat you like her wife right in front of them. one day, that will be true.

eivor was satisfied by the state of your neck and moved further down your chest while you continued to squeeze her sopping fingers. your juices had pooled under you on the throne and some dripped down eivor's wrist, which flew off onto the floor at her rough plowing. she latched on to your nipple and twirled and sucked around your peak. you hummed in bliss and pushed her head further into you. the coil in you was starting to tighten more and more, it wouldn't be long before you spilled all over your drengr's fingers.

your stomach tensed and relaxed with eivors thrusts, and your legs started doing the same. you wrapped your arms around her broad shoulders, holding her tight as you gasped into her neck. adorable, eivor thought as she trailed her free hand beneath your nightdress and brushed her thumb affectionately against the skin of your hip. just like she had done with your cheeks earlier.

"e-eivor"

"mmm?", she answered, still toying with your breast.

"i'm close"

eivor wetly removed her mouth from your nipple and rested her forehead against yours. she kept up her pace, wanting to rip it out of you. all over your throne. "really, your majesty? right here?"

squelching echoed back to you from the corners of the throne room and you clenched at eivor’s teasing. "right here on your throne? right where you'll sit addressing nobles, your people? where a viking made their queen cum?"

you cursed, shutting your eyes in embarrassment and renewed arousal. you shouldn't like that idea as much as you did. some locals and those outside your kingdom would have your head for having relations with a raider. you creamed a white ring around the knuckles of your raider as she continued to finger fuck you, hell bent on making her teasing come true.

"y-yes!"

"how filthy of you, your majesty", eivor smirked, loving every single bit of this. "wonder what they'd think of their queen being such a whore"

"just y-yours"

"that's right lamb, all mine", she emphasised with a particularly deep thrust that made you keen against her. and she kept doing it. words left you as she focused on that one spot within your soaked walls. her fingers laying claim to it.

"come on sweet thing, give it to me"

and like the good girl you are, you did. you gasped as bliss crashed your senses, your legs tensed and jerked as eivor fucked you through it. she watched in awe as deep pleasure took you, having you make the cutest face. she slowed her thrusts and shushed you, bringing you down gently. kissing all over your warm face. murmuring praise. not that you heard much, it was like your ears had been stuffed. so you only caught snippets of her affections.

"...so good for me"

"beautiful"

she carefully took her coated fingers out of you. you pouted at the empty feeling and eivor only chuckled down at you, before thoroughly and obnoxiously cleaning them off with her tongue. you rolled eyes half heartedly at her teasing display. eivor smiled mischievously and caught your lips in a passionate kiss that threatened to take your breath away. her strong arms snaked under you and picked you up, holding you tightly so you didn't slide down.

"come, time for bed lamb"

you couldn't argue with that.

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liyawritesss · 11 months

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ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇɪᴠᴏʀ ᴠᴀʀɪɴꜱᴅᴏᴛᴛɪʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ...

Characters: Eivor Varinsdottir(Female Data String) x Black!Fem!Reader

From: Assassin's Creed: Valhalla

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: When the Jarlskona of Raventhorpe sets her eyes upon you, there is virtually nothing you can do to sway her affection. What would a courtship with Eivor Wolf-Kissed entail?

Warnings: fem!data stream!eivor, cursing, game-canon violence, mentions of injuries and wound dressing

A/N: Started playing AC: Valhalla and honestly? Ubisoft don’t miss when it comes to this franchise. It’s been out for a bit now and it seems to be a bit dry out there, so allow me to feed the blk eivor lovers out there

Tags: @mbakuetshurisprincess @shuriszn @verachii @writingintheshadowsforever @cafehyunji @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @niyahwrites

First and foremost, Eivor is an intense lover. There are no if, ands or buts about that. She’s lost everything and worked to regain it all back; her honor, her respect; and if she chooses you to be her lady, then best believe it was a choice made precisely.

You joined Ravensthorpe via trade - you were a fine seamstress looking for a settlement to call home. As you had a skill that could benefit yourself and the settlement, Eivor allowed your transition into the camp. She was impressed by your craftsmanship and with another winter closing in, the town would need all the best weaving and sewing it could get to brace for it.

After your first initial meeting, there were only fleeting moments of which the two of you would greet each other and talk. You were a joy to be around, always sporting a simple smile and engaging in Eivor’s jokes and combatting her sarcasm with your own. You were one of few people who could keep up with her and it sparked a friendship between the two of you.

Though you’d always had an eye for the jarlskona since your arrival - and honestly, who could blame you; the woman was large and brooding, carrying an air of mystery and absolute dominance while simultaneously being a comfort to you - there was a level of hierarchy that had to be maintained. Yes, she was attractive, but she was also your leader.

This is definitely a situation where one person falls first and the other falls harder. And while both of you are good at hiding your feelings (or maybe it’s just both of you are oblivious to the other’s affections), there was no denying that something was there.

Eivor’s realization of her affections comes when she receives her cloak back from you. She had asked you to repair it, as someone had ripped it pretty badly during a raid, because it was her favorite and she never left the settlement without it. It’s through Valka that you learn that the cloak is the last thing she has of her mother who was killed right in front of her when she was young. And while there was very little left of the original cloak to work with, you came up with a brilliant idea that you prayed wouldn’t end in her yelling at you for it.

You’d been wanting to make her a new one anyway, and with the torn one being the right shade of light brown you needed, you decided to use it on the hem and edges of the cloak, thickening it so that the frigid winter air wouldn’t make it through as easily. A wolf pelt was also sewn as the collar for the cloak, and hidden underneath it was a regular hood for when the cold was too much to bear in the face.

It was a fairly simple design, really, fortified by an extra layer of cloth for the cold, but to Eivor, it meant everything. When you handed it to her, she took her time analyzing your handiwork, tracing the edges and the hem of the cloak where it would meet at her chest, remembering the times her mother would hug her from behind in the same manner. Enveloping her in warmth, protecting her from harm.

There was a thudding in her chest that wouldn’t quiet until she returned to the longhouse. It was heavy and loud and unlike any emotion she had ever felt before. It couldn't be compared to the feeling of near-death, nor the ignorant bliss that came from downing endless horns of ale. She wished she could have figured it out on her own what the heaviness in her chest meant whenever she looked at you, but it took Randvi, her brother’s widow, to tell Eivor that she liked you more as just a friend. Whether she wanted to pursue something further than that, however, would be something she had to figure out alone.

In the weeks approaching winter you’d actually been working with Valka in learning skills to be a healer. She’d predicted that this winter would be bad with a lot of sickness, injuries, and deaths. Unfortunately, she was correct. Her cabin became overrun with injured raiders, and of course, Eivor was amongst the ranks.

Valka suggested that since Eivor had some pretty severe injuries (not to mention a history of hallucinations and visions she’d informed you on), that Eivor should be taken care of by you in the longhouse. It took a little bit of convincing of both you and Eivor (though once the healing salve had been applied to her injuries and she’d drunk a brew Valka made, Eivor couldn't put up much of a fight while she was asleep), but nevertheless, you’d started taking care of Eivor in the comfort of her room. To this day, you aren’t sure if she knew what she was doing when she suggested this arrangement, but you’ve always had your suspicions. They don’t call a wise woman wise for nothing.

Weeks went by and Eivor was making a steady recovery, having regained much of her strength and was able to move around on her own now. SO you started coming around less often, which saddened her. One night, while you were cleaning and redressing her nasty shoulder wound, she pointed out the exhaustion that plagued your face and asked you if it would make things easier if you spent the night, and to be truthful in your response.

You admitted that it would be easier, but you had no sleeping clothes and you would have had to travel across the settlement to get them anyway. Eivor offered up one of her shirts a bit too eagerly, though quickly covered it up with an ‘it’s what friends do’, which was a painful statement to say because after being taken care of a dotted on by you for the past few weeks, it became increasingly clear for her that she wanted more than just friendship.

She still doesn’t know what officially solidified it for her, but the moment she sees you in her linen shirt, a particularly large one that hung slightly off shoulder and created a pretty contrast against your dark skin, glowing against the candlelight that flickers throughout the room, she makes up her mind that she will ask you to be hers before the night is over with.

Eivor is no stranger to having to be quick-witted in timely situations, and this is no different. She formulates how she will pose the question to you, shuffling through different starting points, trying to also hold a steady resolve so that she can actually get to the question and not chicken out when things get hot.

Which is exactly what almost happens when you ask to take down her braids that she’s had in for god knows how long, too fixated on healing to really notice her hair needed attention as well. And when she’s met with your hands in her hair, it takes every fiber of her vikingr being to not lose focus.

You’re standing in front of her while she sits on the edge of the bed. You’re rebraiding the two side pieces she normally has in, and there’s talk of the events that happened in your day while you were out before you came to check in on her. You end up moving a certain way that causes you to lose your balance, you almost fall on top of her but she catches you before you do. A crisis averted…

…and yet her hands dont leave your hips. Eivor tries to pull them away, she really does, but she can’t help that they feel right being on your sides. And when you lock eyes the intensity of the atmosphere and in your stares all but thickens, and suddenly Eivor is at a loss of any words she thought she was gonna speak.

Eivor is a skilled warrior, hardened on the battlefield, mind sharpened from years of training and discipline, but it’s the slightest nudge you give her when you lean forward, when you’re looking down at her with your pretty eyes and full lips slightly parted, when you seemingly melt into her hands - its then that every resolve she has falls through the cracks, and she pulls you onto her lap, and kisses you through the searing pain that courses through her shoulder when she encourages you to straddle her.

Eivor is an intense lover. She does properly ask to court you, after catching her breath from the mindblowing kiss she’d stolen from you, and from then on, there’s not a doubt in anyone's mind who has the jarlskona’s favor. She prides herself in having you as her Lady, wanting to spoil you with the riches at her disposal but understands if being dressed up isn’t you’re cup of tea. She grants you the same respect that is expected to be given to her - you are her equal, and she will love you with everything she has until Odin calls her to Valhalla.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

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joahnwiz27 · 11 months

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“I have fought like 3 different mythical beasts… a cigarette won’t kill me”

“Won’t make you look interesting either…”

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yoitsmano · 6 months

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hc:

After spending a while in Ravensthorpe, Ceolbert definitely thought Eivor and Randvi were married.

#ac valhalla #randivor #valhalla headcanons #eivor wolfkissed #eivor #eivor wolfsmal #eivor varinsdóttir #female eivor #lady eivor #ac eivor #assassins creed eivor #eivor x randvi #randvi

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alkkawane · 7 months

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#ac valhalla #assassins creed eivor #female eivor #eivor wolfkissed #assassin's creed valhalla #eivor varinsdottir

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ashmatashs · 7 months

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Lo’ and Behold another Digital Watercolor Portrait to match the Soma one I posted the other day; this time it’s a Eivor!

(I did a little regency twist on one of her in game hairstyles, thanks to @kassandras-one-braincell for the help ily sm)

#my art #eivor varinsdóttir #assassins creed eivor #ac valhalla #eivor ac valhalla #regency inspired #regency au #assassins creed #watercolor painting #fanart

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annierttt · 1 year

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#assassinscreedvalhalla #assassin creed #basim ibn ishaq #assassins creed eivor #eivor x basim

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alienpussycat · 11 months

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I NEED HERRRR 😩😩😩

#eivor of the raven clan #eivor #eivor wolfkissed #lady eivor #assassin's creed valhalla #ac eivor #female eivor #eivor varinsdottir #eivorvarinsdottir #eivor wolf kissed #eivor the wolf kissed #assassins creed eivor #ac valhalla #vikings valhalla

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captainokumura · 2 years

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Eivor for you wonderful people! Who’s your favourite Eivor?

#eivor wolfkissed #assassins creed eivor #assassins creed #assassins creed valhalla #portrait drawing #portrait #colored pencil #eivor

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but-make-it-sapphic · 1 year

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Sapphic Eivor x FemReader Fanfic

Here’s Chapter One of ‘Let’s Call It A Truce’, my sapphic fanfic for Assassin’s Creed Valhalla.

I decided to do a reader/Eivor pairing for this one and it’s been super fun. Slow burn, going for real story as opposed to quick smut. But I hope you enjoy it!

SUMMARY: You're being offered up to the Raven Clan as a peace offering after your father broke a promised oath. You're furious and you're worried what sort of life awaits you, but the powerful woman who is soon to be your ruler makes you a little more interested to find out.

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You cling to the slick stones of the cliff face with shaking fingers. Your heart hammers in your chest as you stretch upward, willing your grip to hold strong as you pull yourself higher and higher. The deafening cascade of water beside you drowns out any creeping doubts. There’s no turning back now.

You grit your teeth against the icy spray that mists your face and soaks through your linen blouse. But you welcome the cold as your muscles burn from your efforts. Sure, you could have taken the easier route. But you want to keep yourself strong, agile. To be ready for whatever comes.

Heaving yourself up the last few feet, you hook your arm over the top ledge to give your aching fingers a break. The rocks below look like palm-sized river pebbles now and you spit down upon them with a triumphant grin. You hope the Allfather takes notice.

Then you hoist yourself up onto solid ground and collapse flat on your back in the gritty soil. You gaze up at the clouds. Adrenaline is pulsing through your veins, leaving an exhilaration even better than sex. But warmth pools low in your belly when you remember the latter isn’t far behind.

A beautiful young woman, with hair as fiery as a fox and a smile just as cunning, leans into view and gazes down at you. “I’ll never understand why you can’t just take the hill.”

What fun would that be? you wonder with a wicked grin. You push to your feet and, still riding the high of your near-death experience, pull Agatha close against you like a starving animal. She sighs against your lips, igniting a fire within you, as your hands search her svelt body hungrily.

“Wait,” she says breathlessly, pushing your hands away.

“I cannot!” You confess with a laugh. It’s been too long, and you’ve been looking forward to this all morning!

A gentle moan escapes her as your hand grazes the inside of her thigh, but still she grabs your wrists in a strong grip that only makes you burn hotter. “Just…wait. I have news that might change your mind.”

“Then I don’t want to hear it,” you protest!

But the look in Agatha’s eyes sobers you. She has something she needs to say and there’s no point in arguing it. So you draw in a deep breath to calm yourself and gently straighten Agatha’s dress that you so eagerly wrenched from her shoulder.

She smiles—grateful, because she knows how difficult that must have been for you—and motions toward a blanket that lay in the grass nearby. With a reluctant groan, you drop yourself upon it. You pick up an apple and take a chomp out of its tart flesh. Anything for a distraction. Agatha delicately kneels beside you, her spine stiff and her head held high. “The way a lady should sit,” she’d often remind you. Since you both met, this woman has affectionately teased you about your lack of proper manners. But you don’t mind your more informal ways. You know that’s one of the things she likes most about you.

“I also…have news,” you admit. Though you don’t believe it’s worth interrupting your fun for.

“You go first.”

You roll your eyes toward the sky. “Me? I’ve got to know what was so important that you couldn’t—”

Agatha squeezes your thigh with a playful smile. “Come now! You’ve got me curious.”

You take another vicious bite of the apple, your gaze steadily locked with hers. Agatha is toying with you now. So you chew slowly, drawing out the silence. Two can play that game.

“Another clan has arrived from Norway,” you say finally. “They’ve settled nearby.”

All traces of humor leach from Agatha’s face. “What? Like you or…?”

Like you , you laugh to yourself. It was true, though. Your clan is a poor example of the “fearsome heathens” the people of England speak about in hushed, terrified whispers. Your father brought you from the frozen coast of Norway to the greener shores of England when you were only ten years old. At first, he was a jarl whose name struck fear into the surrounding villages. But he quickly realized it was much easier to get what he wanted through trade and carefully forged alliances. And all he wanted was fertile land and some peace and quiet.

You widen your eyes for effect. “Not from the way Father speaks about them. The Raven Clan. I think he’s afraid of them, honestly. Called them barbarians.”

“Has he warned the other villages?”

“You know he doesn’t tell me anything,” you say with a shrug. “All I know, I overheard. What’s your news?”

But Agatha had paled. Her eyes darted back and forth across the treeline as thought these barbarians might come bursting forth at any moment. You follow her gaze, the thought finally occurring to you at that same moment. Like an idiot, you left your weapon at the bottom of the falls.

“I’m getting married,” Agatha whispers.

You gasp. A bit of apple catches in your throat and you choke. “You’re…what—”

“Chew it, you fool!” she scolds.

“I know how to eat, thank you! You’re getting…what? The water’s so loud, I’m not sure I…”

You’re lying, of course. Buying time for your heart to return to its normal rhythm. Agatha is only twenty-one! Surely, she’s got plenty of time to toy with suitors before running off and getting…

“Married! I’m getting married!”

A heavy weight settles on your chest. Heat spreads across your cheeks and you can’t tell if you’re angry or hurt or…jealous? You toss the apple into the grass, your appetite spoiled.

“My father owes a debt he can’t repay,” she says quietly, a hint of shame in her voice. “They’ve come to an agreement that I…could fulfill it.”

“You can’t be serious, Agatha!” you growl, pushing yourself to your knees to loom over her. The heat of fury now spreads through your chest. Agatha isn’t just some currency to be passed around!

She reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. I’m one of the lucky ones. He’s not a bad man.”

“Lucky?” you ask breathlessly. Your head feels light, dizzy. “How lucky can it be to be sold off like swine?”

Agatha is clearly wounded by your words, but she works her best to hide it. “It’s not…uncommon. Though I dislike being referred to as swine, darling.”

“I’ll never understand this ridiculous practice. And you call us uncultured!”

Agatha sucks in a breath. “Your people have done so much worse! Don’t pretend that just because your father is a peaceful man that your people aren’t pillaging, raping, and murdering mostly for the fun of it!”

You settle back on the blanket with a heavy sigh. And what had started as a beautiful morning…

“You’re not a swine, Agatha. And you’re not currency.” You reach forward to place a gentle hand on her jaw, guiding her forward until your lips meet in a kiss. “You are…everything.”

She smiles. But you quickly notice that it doesn’t reach her eyes. Your heart plummets unto your gut as she pushes to her feet and begins to dust off her skirts.

“Where are you—”

“Goodbye, (y/n),” she says simply. “I hope you find that adventure you’ve been craving. And…I’ll pray for you.”

She doesn’t even allow you a moment to respond. Agatha turns on her heel, mounts her horse, and disappears through the break in the trees. You watch, breathless and heartbroken, until you can no longer hear the mare’s retreating hooves. How wild is the world that, in just a moment, someone you’ve been in love with for two years could just disappear? That they could just get up and walk out on you? You can’t cry. You can’t scream. You can barely breathe.

You’re not sure how long it took you to get home. You walked in a trance, your breath shallow and your eyes swollen from the unavoidable tears. Torchlight guides you into your family’s longhouse. You collapse flat onto a bench by a banquet table and stare up at the rafters in the ceiling. Your thoughts are too jumbled to sort.

“I broke my oath, Helge! That’s unforgivable!” Your father’s muffled voice rings out through the hall.

You blink for the first time in what feels like hours. Curiosity piqued, you push yourself up to sit, but your mother’s response is too quiet to make out. So you creep around the tables and over the raised platform where your family dines, and settle against the wall beside the door that separated your parents’ private chamber.

“Offer them silver, as much as it takes. We have livestock, weapons…” your mother says.

“It won’t be enough to sate Sigurd Styrbjornsson! He’s the worst of them all, I tell you. He’ll loose my head from my shoulders before the feast is even laid. And if he doesn’t, then he intends to make our lives here unbearable.”

“We still have warriors…”

“Who haven’t seen battle in how many years? No, Helge, we could never defeat them! I have to offer something grand…something invaluable.”

Your father’s tone sends a cold shiver down your spine. He sounds horrified by his own thoughts.

“What do you have in mind, Erik?” your mother asks suspiciously.

“A truce offering. The most valuable thing to me in this village. I have to offer (y/n).”

Your mother gasps in horror. You slide to the floor. Your breath comes in short gasps as you clench your fists by your sides. Angry tears spring from your eyes and you curse the overwhelming emotions inherited from your mother. You refuse to be offered up like some coveted object! And you’ll make your father regret ever considering it.

You jump to your feet and stalk off toward your bed chamber. If you are going to get out of this, then you need to come up with a plan that would make you completely undesirable—even to a disgusting, soulless barbarian.

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