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pixievi · 9 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

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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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neon-junkie · 8 months

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OMFG ITS A WIN FOR THE FUCKING GAYS!! ONCE AGAIN!! If you want to do any requests for fem eivor I’d love your takes on her kinks/ general sex headcanons you may have ❤️❤️

Hell yes!!! I started being down bad for fem!Eivor the second I began playing as her. She's just so... *clenches fist*

I don't see Eivor as being the type to go wild when it comes to kinks. She's definitely not vanilla, but not extremely taboo either.

Outdoor sex is an obvious one, given that she spends 90% of her time out in the wilderness, and fucking in the longhouse isn't as private as she wants it to be.

Nothing beats lounging around in a meadow, cuddling in a bed of flowers, watching the clouds drift overhead as Eivor holds you in her arms.

She's a switch. Always happy to take the ropes, or submit to you. It's your call, really.

There are times when she needs you to care for her, such as after a devastating loss in battle.

And other times when she needs to be in charge, fuelled by the adrenaline from a bloody victory.

Eivor is a giver. She's going to go down on you, drawing orgasm after orgasm until you're literally having to peel her off you.

"You want me to stop? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't continue picking you apart, using my tongue alone."

Over-stimulation? Yeah, you better get used to it. Eivor isn't going to stop when your thighs are shaking around her head. She wants to see you utterly debauched.

And if you try to give her the same treatment? Good luck. She's a strong woman who will literally pick you up and throw you around like a rag doll. That is, if you want it.

"You're so adorable when you try to boss me about. You seem to forget which one of us is taking charge tonight. Here, let me remind you..."

Skin contact is appreciated, but not essential. There's something feral about having Eivor pin you down whilst she's still in her full gear, blood stained and all.

However, when Eivor wants to be tender and romantic, then the clothes are coming off!

A little bit of bondage may enter your sex life. Nothing too wild, just your wrists tied together, or a makeshift gag whenever you're being too loud.

Eivor isn't going to go out of her way to introduce toys. Why bother? Her fingers and mouth work perfectly fine. But if you suggest it, then Eivor will listen, although she knows they will never compete with her skills.

After care is very essential to Eivor. Nothing beats a kiss and a cuddle, no matter if you're out in the wilderness, or cooped up in a bed of furs.

Expect a few courting braids to be in your hair once Eivor is done with you. It's a key part of her after care routine.

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eivorsjawline · 1 year

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Hi, everyone!

I’m posting to let you know I have created my very own Eivor character ai bot. She seems to be running pretty well, click here to test the Eivor bot out.

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wtfjd95 · 9 months

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Oh to have a woman with the body of Abby Anderson, the voice of Sadie Adler and the multilingual attributes of the women of the Assassin's Creed franchise as my gf.

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hereforreadandwrite · 10 months

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Prologue

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Blood.

There was blood everywhere.

The floor, the walls, the ceiling, the furniture, everything was covered in your parents' blood. You could only helplessly witness the macabre scene unfolding before your eyes. Your father was lying on the floor, the back of his head was sunken, his left eye was literally sticking out of its socket, your poor mother was being beaten up, the mad man was screaming incomprehensible words. You closed your eyes, covering your ears as you begged the gods for someone to help you. You couldn't prevent a little cry of terror from escaping your lips when you heard the man turn over the whole house, destroying the furniture and objects that came to hand. The man kept breaking everything and knocking it over. He seemed to be searching for something. What was he looking for? You stayed hidden in the closet, waiting for the crazy man to give up and decide to leave. You stayed in the closet until sunrise.

You woke up with a start when you heard someone banging on your bedroom door. You heard Randvi's muffled voice, telling you that it was time for you to get up and that Eivor was back before returning to his activities. You had no choice but to leave your warm bed to get dressed for this new day. You put on your warmest clothes before leaving your room to greet your adoptive father, King Styrbjorn, but when you arrive in the hall, you surprise him chatting with Guthorm The Wise. This man was the sage and uncle of King Harald. What was he doing here?

"Sister."

You turned to Eivor, the Drengr was smiling at you and wasted no time in hugging you. Your smile quickly faded seeing his coquard and his split lip. He patted your shoulder, letting you know he was fine. Guthorm The Wise left the longhouse, passing you and Eivor.

"Eivor, come forward. And explain in plain words why you have willfully disobeyed my commands," Styrbjorn ordered as he sat down on his throne. "Do you mock me?"

"I do not mock you, king. I mean to embolden you… Against your enemies. And your own poor judgment," Eivor replied nonchalantly.

"You know nothing af my judgment. You know nothing of my plans and strategies."

"Sigurd and (Y/N) would agree with me."

"I am," you say, glaring at Styrbjorn.

"(Y/N) silence! My son might agree with you, but he would obey me. He knows his place."

"Not as well as he knows his father."

"Imagine you are harassed by an enemy with warriors that vastly outnumber you own. What profit does open war bring?" asked the king, eyeing his adopted son. "Would it no be better to work quietly, through diplomacy, gaining alliances? Waiting until the day our numbers outweigh our enemies' and our victory is guaranteed?"

"Do we have any allies to speak of? Or is that your excuse to do nothing?" Eivor asked, clenching his fists.

"You confidence blinds you to so much in plain sight, Eivor," King Styrbjorn said, rising from his seat. "Day and night I toil to forge ties with clans to the north. Very soon you will see the fruits of my efforts. Only then will you understand."

You rolled your eyes when you heard that. It sounded like a stupid excuse to avoid fighting. Your adoptive father's behavior was suspicious. Why had he invited Guthorm here? This man's nephew was a king. What does he intend to do with a king from another land? You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the bugle sound. What was happening? Randvi quickly entered the longhouse, announcing Sigurd's boat had arrived at the docks. After two years of absence, he was finally back. You didn't have time to head for the door when Eivor lifted you off the ground, throwing you on his shoulder and starting to run towards the docks. Some people gave you a puzzled or stern look when they saw the king's adopted son running towards the docks with you, perched on his shoulder, like a vulgar potato sack. Sigurd was doing the same with you. It was a habit your brothers had picked up. As soon as they wanted to show you something or run away, they would throw you over their shoulder. Their excuse?

"You are light as a feather, sister."

"We're going to have to make you eat more."

Wolf-Kissed set you free once you got to the dock. You glared at him as your foster brother kissed your cheek apologetically. You just rolled your eyes when your attention fell on Sigurd's boat. He was unloading the treasures and memories he had brought back from his trip around the world. You were approaching the ship when you saw two people dressed in white clothes. Who were his men? Why had Sigurd brought them here? You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Sigurd calling you and Eivor. Your brother hurried down from his ship, nudging one of his men, who had had the misfortune to get in his way, to hug Eivor.

"Oh, look at you, blood-soaked drengr. Have you been warring without me?"

"Ah, and you, salt-cured vikingr. I smell the stink of a kingdoms in your beard," Eivor replied, returning the hug to his adopted brother.

"It's just the start," Sigurd replied letting go of Eivor to turn to you. "Eivor, who is this sublime woman?"

"I told you he took too many blows to the head," you said, glaring at Eivor who was watching you having fun.

"It can't be you (Y/N). You were just a little girl when I left."

"A lot of things change in two winters," Eivor commented as he put his arm around your shoulders. "Isn't it, sister?"

"Unfortunately," you said pulling Eivor's arm away to hug Sigurd. "Welcome back, Sigurd."

Sigurd let go of you to greet Randvi, his dearest wife, telling her that her husband had returned with gifts and riches. Randvi added that he also brought new friends with him. Sigurd turned to the men in question who were approaching. Your brother introduced them: Basil and Hytham. They had met them at Mikligard. The so-called Basim spoke up, saying that he and his apprentice were grateful to Sigurd for his invitation and were eager to pay their respects to the king. Eivor explained that his brother took care of the people around him, if they were standing and safe near him, that must mean he liked them. Sigurd laughed, telling his brother to wait until they were full for introductions. He put his arm around Eivor and Randvi's shoulders. The Wolf-Kissed put his arm around your shoulders, taking you with them. Sigurd wasted no time in saying that they had bartered a ship and told them that Eivor, the Wolf-Kissed, had been captured by Kjotve's men. To which Eivor replied that that wasn't the whole story, he explained that he killed his guardians and freed his crew. Which earned him the reproaches of King Styrbjorn. Sigurd knew his brother's opinion: only war can drive Kjotve from their lands. You nodded, telling Sigurd that you had overheard his father talking with Guthorm The Wise. Your adopted brother looked at you surprised by what you had just said. He nodded slightly, saying that things were going to change today, that by the end of winter, only goons and drunks would still utter the name Kjotve the Cruel. The group arrived at the longhouse, Styrbjorn coming out to welcome his son with open arms.

"My son. Welcome home," he said, hugging Sigurd.

"Ah, Father."

"Tonight we feast and celebrate your return, Sigurd. The tables are laid with barley and lamb, bread and mead-"

"And no more," Sigurd cut in. "I want nothing you would not serve a thrall. Let me be the one to honor you. I bring gifts and tales from faraway lands. After two winters away, I am full up with both."

"Very well, very well. Come inside," Styrbjorn prompted as he walked towards the door of the longhouse.

"And when are fat and satisfied, Father, we will talk of Kjotve and his clan," Sigurd said, causing his father to stop. "And how we may end their terror, once and for all. He has dogged us too long. Shamed us for too many seasons. I know this. (Y/N) knows this. Eivor knows this. It ends now."

Styrbjorn looked sternly at his son following this tirade.

"Yes, of course," he replied, rolling his eyes. "Where the time is right."

You rolled your eyes, this guy had no sense of priorities. You decide to go back to your room, you hated this kind of gathering. Sigurd and Eivor knew it, they never forced you to participate in their events. You knew that Sigurd would take the time to tell you all about the adventure he had during his two winters. You traded your skills for the tunic you stole from Eivor. A sigh escaped your lips as you settled down at your desk, starting to write in your diary, describing your dreams, the course of your day, Sigurd's return, and the fact that King Styrbjorn was up to something. . You put down your quill, pinching the bridge of your nose. You were tired of Norway and this adoptive father who did nothing to ensure the safety of his family. It was his fault that Kjotve had attacked eighteen years ago. It was also his fault if your family… No, you shouldn't have thought about that. You shook your head pushing his thoughts out of your mind. You didn't have to think about that night anymore, you had to forget. You closed your diary, deciding it was time for you to go to bed. You put out the candles and got into bed for the night. The music and the voices were muffled by the walls and the door, but strangely, it reassured you. You fell asleep, exhausted by this eventful day.

"His parents didn't survive. He slaughtered them," Varin said as he tossed the last rags into the fire. "Oddmund and Alvheid are unrecognizable. Their daughter saw it all, my King. She saw her parents being slaughtered!"

"Have you found this man?" asked Styrbjorn.

"No, he managed to escape. We're still looking for him."

You were sitting on the edge of Eivor's bed, staring at a fixed point. Why did such a thing have to happen? Why did your parents have to die this way? Because of the mad man, your parents couldn't join Valhalla. Why did this man decide to kill your parents?

"(Y/N), you're hungry?" Eivor asked as he entered the room with a bowl of stew. "Mother made stew with deer meat."

"I'm not hungry," you say, lowering your head.

Eivor came to sit next to you, holding the bowl on his lap. The boy didn't know what to tell you. Your parents were given a funeral worthy of a Viking. Rosta tried to reassure you, telling you that Odin will undoubtedly have accepted your parents in Valhalla despite their death. You knew it was impossible. They had not had their ax in their hand. But there was one thing you couldn't understand.

"Why did they die? Why did the guy decide to kill them? Why?"

"I don't know," Eivor replied. "Father and some other men are looking for him. He can't be far away and he's going to pay for what he did!"

You turned to Eivor, your friend smiling at you as he handed you the bowl of stew. You picked up the bowl, starting to eat a few spoonfuls. Eivor reassured you, saying that he had overheard a conversation between his parents who had discussed adopting you.

Your dream dissipated in a black mist, your eyelids opened when you heard someone knocking at your door. You sat down, letting the covers fall over your lap. You left your warm bed to go about your routine, swapping your tunic for your warmest clothes before leaving your room to find Randvi. You were surprised to find that Eivor and Sigurd were absent.

"Where are Eivor and Sigurd?" you asked taking bread.

"They've gone to Nottfall. Kjotve sent men to kill us while we slept. Eivor is to take care of them. Now his head will fall off," she said, smiling at you.

"Finally, we're going to be freed from a burden," you say, giving the king a stern look. "

It took until Sigurd's return for things to finally move. Kjotve had been a problem for too long. Once rid of him, Scandinavia will be better off. You noticed that King Styrbjorn seemed nervous. You decided to ignore him, preferring to focus on your day. You went to the stables to take care of your horse: Dǫglingr. This horse was one of a kind. He was a wild horse that many men tried to ride him, but each time he reared, knocking out those who tried to ride him. You were the only one Dǫglingr allowed to ride him. You loved this horse, you decided to build it Dǫglingr because of its attitude. You put the saddle on his back, prepared his harnesses before mounting him and leaving the village to go to the heights of Sjaleng. You had to talk to the völva. You got along well Valka as well as his mother: Svala. When you were a child, you often went to see Svala and Valka to tell them about your nightmares and tell them about your questions about that night and the mad man. You arrived in front of the cabin, you climbed down from Dǫglingr's back, tying him to a post before going to see your friend. You entered the cabin, finding Valka trying to communicate with the Gods. You saw Svala, sitting on a bench, seeming lost in thought.

"(Y/N). It's been a long time my friend," Valka greeted, stepping closer to you.

"Valka. How is Svala?" you asked, turning your attention to your friend's mother.

"Her mind is a jumbke. She speaks to spirits. I fear her final winter has come. But she has me. Now let us speak to your needs, (Y/N). Why did you come to see me?"

"For the past few days, I've been seeing the day the mad man killed my parents. I'm seeing Varin and Rosta again. I thought it was the stress, King Styrbjorn getting weirder and weirder, the return of Sigurd, The fact that Eivor went to challenge Kjotve, but…I'm afraid his memories are an omen."

"How long has it been since you had his memories?"

"When Sigurd decided to go traveling."

"I see," Valka replied as she walked over to the table. "You have always carried the murder of your parents and those of Eivor on your shoulders. Are you worried that this mad man is coming back?"

"Every night."

"Dreams can say express a lot of things. Your doubts, your fears, your guilt. You had to experience the loss of your parents and Eivor's parents. Maybe his dreams are telling you that it's time for you to fly away from here."

"Fly away?" you asked, laughing a little.

"Yes, I often dream of you, watching a white snowy owl flying in the distance. You seem to be far from Scandinavia. Where you are, there is no snow."

Far from Scandinavia, was that even possible? You had heard that Ragnar and his sons had gone to conquer England, but even if you hated Rygjafylke, were you ready to leave the place where you were born? You thanked Valka for giving you time and for her help. Your friend replied that her door was always open to you if you had any other questions. You saluted Svala, leaving the hut to return to the longhouse. Two days passed before Sigurd returned to tell you the good news, Kjotve the Cruel had just joined the Kingdom of Helheim. You had never been so relieved. Norway was finally rid of a nuisance. Sigurd offered you to come with them to the althing organized by King Harald to celebrate this victory, a proposal you refused. You were going to be able to sleep peacefully tonight. For once, you had a pleasant dream.

You were playing with Eivor and Sigurd building a cairn stone. You laid the pebbles on top of each other, being careful not to topple the tower. You heard Sigurd moan in frustration as he lay down on the floor.

"I've had enough! How can you like that?" Sigurd exclaimed.

"Mother loved doing her tricks," Eivor replied. "She said it gave her time to think."

"Do you want me to help you?" you asked, placing the last pebble on your tower. "I'm done."

"What?"

Sigurd sat up to see your cairn stones which held perfectly in balance. Your brother was sighing loudly as he motioned for you to join him. You went to sit on Sigurd's lap, helping him stack the pebbles on top of each other. Sigurd was surprised to see your patience and dexterity. The cairn he had started was finished in minutes. Eivor approached the pair, watching you build a third cairn stone.

"You're really good, sister," Eivor commented smiling at you.

You dream was brutally interrupted by a knock on your door. You hid your head under your pillow, but Sigurd ordered you out of bed, because he had something important to tell you. You let out an annoyed sigh, leaving your cozy bed to open the door. Unsurprisingly, Sigurd was accompanied by Eivor. The drengr followed his brother like his shadow. You returned to sit on your bed, allowing them to take their place. Given their expression, the King's Althing must not have gone as they would have hoped.

"So? Why are you waking me up so early?" you asked looking out the window. "The Sun hasn't even risen yet."

"Sorry, (Y/N). But we have something important to tell you," Eivor said as he settled down next to you.

"The Althing didn't go well?" you asked, glaring at Eivor.

"King Harald has decided to unite all of Norway, making the whole Kingdom his subjects. My father dared to kneel before him and swear allegiance to him, depriving me of my birthright! I cannot accept!" Sigurd exclaimed, heading for the window.

"What's going to happen? We're going to have to serve the king?" you asked worried.

"No, sister. Sigurd has a plan."

"Yes, we cannot stay in Norway, not under Harald's boot, not without fueling war. So we push forward. To newer lands. To England! And there make a new home. A kingdom of our own."

"England?" you asked perplexed. "That's where Ragnar Lothbrok's sons are. They've been there for eight winters, haven't they? Is there any land left?"

"Yes, by and large, sister. There are four kingdoms in England, last I heard only one is truly pacified. I know you don't like such a sudden change (Y/N). This all can be scary, and it is, but believe me, England is our best option."

"We won't be the only people leaving Norway, sister," Eivor continued. "Randvi, Dag and many others want to leave Fornberg. We will build a new home together."

Leave Fornberg? Leaving your native country for an unknown land? It made you sad, but you refused to be under King Harald's yoke. You didn't want to see Styrbjorn anymore. You remembered Valka's words. Of his dream. You nodded slightly, telling your brothers you were following them to England. Eivor and Sigurd were relieved to hear your response. The future Jarl told you to get ready as soon as possible and to take only the essentials, nothing superfluous. Sigurd was the first to leave the room. Eivor put his hand on your shoulder, telling you he was glad to know you were following them, before leaving the room, leaving you alone. You hurriedly got dressed and took the things you deemed necessary. You took a doll, it was an old toy your brothers gave you for your eighth birthday, and your warmest blankets for traveling. You found the group that was about to go to sea. You found Sigurd and Eivor, the two men were checking the food for the trip. Randvi came to meet you, telling you that she was delighted to know that you were going with them. His gaze rested on your doll: Skuldalið.

"Do you take it with you?" she asked, glaring at you severely.

"Why should I leave Skuldalið in Norway?"

"Don't you think it's time for you to get rid of her? You're a young lady now."

"For you Skuldalið is only a doll, Randvi. But for me, it is an object of great value. She comes with me."

"Leave (Y/N) alone Randvi," Sigurd growled as he moved closer to his wife. "We all have a very valuable item. If (Y/N) wants to take Skuldalið with her, she has every right to do so."

"Brother," Eivor said, nodding towards Styrbjorn who was arriving with two guards.

"Sigurd, what is this assembly? What are you planning?" asks his father, stopping near his son who turns to him.

"An exile, Father. As graceful as I can? For it I cannot be king in the land of my borth, I will start a new saga. In England."

"Nonsense. Your place is here, Son. At my side. There will be other victories soon, other glories."

"My choice is made, Father. Do not hope otherwise," Sigurd replied sternly, turning his back on his father to check the supplies.

"It is easy to lose one's way on the road to glory. Do not let false victories blind you to what is true."

"You talk of false victories to me, old man?" Sigurd asked sarcastically, turning to his father. "A sad old bear who destroyed his honor with one bent knee? The further I sail from this place, the louder I will sing."

Sigurd picked up a crate of supplies, telling you to get into the boat. You followed the others to board the ship, waiting for your brothers to finish their discussion with the former king. Your attention was drawn to Valka. Your friend was near the platform, a slight smile on her lips. You waved your arm, greeting your friend who waved back. You knew it was just goodbye and you would see her again soon. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a hand land on your shoulder. You turned to Eivor and Sigurd.

"Ready to go, sister?" Eivor asked smiling at you.

"Yes," you replied, smiling at him.

"So here we go," Sigurd announced.

"The time for tears is over, you weeping sacks of wool!" Dag shouted to the crew. "Put some muscle into those sweaters!"

"Ration your strength, Dag. We have an ocean to cross," Bragi joked as he started rowing.

"All right, you lazy bacraut. Sigurd, what's our course?" Dag asked, glaring at Sigurd.

"The Sons of Ragnar established a settlement near the coast. We sail for that," the new Jarl explained. "Bragi! Sing a song to lift our hugr!"

"To rouse the Gods! Inspire a mighty fart from Thor to speed us on our way!"

You took your place next to Eivor, draping your fur over your shoulders. It was strange. You would have thought that leaving Norway would have been easy. Since the death of your parents and Eivor's parents, you had always wanted to leave forever this cold country which held bad memories. Yet, in this moment, you saw all your moments with Eivor, Sigurd, Valka and all the others.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" Eivor asked, putting his arm around your shoulders.

"Yes, it's just that… I never thought I would be so sad to leave Norway."

"Norway will always be where it was born. You have the right to be sad," Eivor reassured, hugging you.

"An ocean lies before us, Eivor, (Y/N). And on its far side, a new kingdam awaits."

"You know England well from your travels?" you asked, staring at a puzzled Sigurd.

"I spent a season in then Kingdom of Mercia. A temperate land. Lush and wild. By now, the Sons of Ragnar will have claimed its heart."

"Do we mean to join their army?" asked Eivor equally perplexed.

"They will join ours! In time, all of England will know of Raven Clan and the glory we brought to that fractured land. So to England, glory and destiny!"

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metaphysicae · 10 months

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you know . you know ? eivor assassinscreed . you know

#talk to me about them . my askbox is open #i am craving an infodump im trying to get into valhalla #ac valhalla #she is . not to be . not to be gay but fem eivor is

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sweetmeldies · 10 months

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guess who started AC Valhalla 🤗

#assassin's creed #ac valhalla #assassin’s creed valhalla #eivor x reader #eivor varinsdóttir #acv eivor #fem!eivor #assassins creed eivor #eivor of the raven clan #eivor wolfsmal #ac eivor

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scrambledslut · 8 months

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i started playing Assassin’s Creed Valhalla 3 days ago and i already have 44H of playtime

#safe to say i am HOOKED #its like GTA and TLOU had a baby😭😭#absolutely love the norse mythology and culture #also fem eivor is so hot i’m in love with her 😵‍💫#it’s such a breathtakingly beautiful game too ugh #the pics i’ve taken on there are crazy they look so real #assassinscreedvalhalla #assassins creed #assassins creed valhalla #allie shut up #eivor wolfkissed

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shimtarofstupidity · 6 months

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#female eivor #lesbian #wlw #eivor wolfkissed #eivor varinsdóttir #fem!eivor #men and minors dni #Shimtarofstupidity

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pixievi · 2 years

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characters | vi, caitlyn, ellie williams, kassandra of sparta, eivor varinsdottir

fandoms | arcane, the last of us ii, assassins creed valhalla & odyssey

warnings | none, you can show this to your nan (except there is a smidge of suggestiveness in kassandra’s but it’s still senior citizens safe)

In denial

The way she sees it, it’s just another person she cares about that could get hurt or worse

Which she doesn’t want to go through again

So she keeps it locked away, opting to just be there for you whenever you need her

Despite this mental agreement she has with herself, she still finds moments where all she can think about is you. Your smile, your laugh, your kindness, your soft gaze..

She is constantly around you, following you like a lost puppy. Not that you mind, Vi on the other hand realises she does it embarrassingly often and the part of her that’s in denial low-key hopes her constant presence annoys you, so you’ll avoid her

So she can get rid of that constant ache in her chest whenever she looks at you

It was like that for months, Vi trying to shove down those feelings while simultaneously being comforted by the daydreams of you and her while you both got closer

Her plans to keep it to herself became more painful as time went on because thoughts of you being with someone else or just losing you in general, plagued her

After a particularly bad nightmare that had elements of those worries, she found herself in your bed wrapped in your arms. You didn’t ask when she came through your window, just understood that she needed comfort. Which is another thing she loved about you

That arrangement wasn’t new, her sharing your bed. Especially after bad dreams. So you thought nothing of it and tried your best to make her feel better in whatever way she needed

Her head was buried in your chest, listening to your heartbeat. The steady rhythm knocking on her little ‘in denial’ door. She realised she couldn’t take it anymore, so fuck it

She mumbled her confession into your skin, her words freezing the hand that traced patterns on her back. Everything made sense

You kissed her forehead and she relaxed, somehow melting even more into you

caitlyn

Hopeless romantic

Met you at your job in a local cafe, which has become her most frequented spot as of late. For no apparent reason

Since that day, she has anonymously sent numerous bouquets of flowers to your workplace, addressed to you which were all accompanied by sweet little notes

While she had a raging crush, she was still shy and wasn’t sure

She would always make sure to chat with you, delighting in the smiles and laughs you gave her

She looked forward to her lunch breaks, because she got to spend them with you. And on those days where your breaks matched with each other, she’d spend that time with you while trying to contain her giddiness

You know that investigation journal she has? Don’t tell me she doesn’t have a personal one where she blushes about her crush on you

After fiercely debating with herself, she mustered the confidence to ask you out on a date. When you said yes, her eyes lit up and she had to stop herself from jumping up in excitement. Instead covering it with a warm smile and pressing a soft kiss to your hand like the gentlewoman she is

She treated you like a princess on the date

But, one thing she was doing was keeping the conversation on you. Especially when it came to topics you were interested in. She did that on purpose, as she thought she would bore you if she started talking about the things she likes to study herself and her interests

However, that was quickly shutdown when you caught on to it and informed her that in fact, you were very interested in her various knowledge. Finding it endearing how she’d talk with her hands when she got passionate about a topic or just something she was interested in

It warmed her to the core. As if she couldn’t adore you any more

The night couldn’t have gone any better

ellie

Very shy

Sketches you all the time in her journal

I feel like she’s much more of ‘I show my interest/love for you in my actions’ type person, at least in this case

A common thing she’s found herself saying to you since her feelings developed is ‘I saw this and thought you might like it’

Another one would be ‘wanna watch a movie?’

She finds herself more quiet around you, settling for soft smiles rather than words. Something Jesse has definitely noticed and definitely teases her endlessly about

Has to look away from your gaze because if she locks eyes with you for more than 5 seconds she’ll start flushing and stumbling over her words

Fiddles with her sleeves or the hem of jumper/top whenever she speaks to you

Once she gets more comfortable in realising that you do like her, as a friend at least, she’ll start getting more bold

Teasing you, annoying the shit out of you..just plain messing with you.

But also hugs you tight, rests her head in your lap, letting you borrow her books and clothes etc

Speaking of you borrowing her clothes, the first time she saw you wear one of jumpers was the day she thought she was gonna combust

It was another night of hanging out at her place, playing video games while Ellie tried her absolute best to not blush while you rested your head on her shoulder

You noticed she was stiff and asked her if she was alright, to which she adamantly assured you she was fine

So you snuggled into her more, head now resting on her chest

There was no way you didn’t feel her heart hammering against your ear. Butterflies did the same in her stomach

You suspected the exact reason why, and dropped the bomb on her

“Jesse told me y’know, about your crush on me”

Her previous blush drained from her face as she froze

You sat up and kissed her cheek, and waited for her brain to start working again

When it did, she cupped your chin gently and slowly brought your lips to hers. Giving you time to pull away

But you didn’t

kassandra

Immediately starts flirting with you

At any given moment - oh, you’re cooking? She asks what else those fingers can do, oh she’s bleeding out and almost dying? Declares how pretty you look under the moonlight

Aside from her flirting and teasing, she believes you’re a literal goddess and cannot stop the golden light that erupts within her every time you look at her

Always keeps an eye on you, even when she’s not there. Whether it be through close contacts of hers or through Ikaros. She’d be heartbroken if something happened to you, especially if it’s someone wanting to get back at her

Another huge romantic, does everything she can to make you smile and feel special

Wants to be around you all the time, no matter what you’re doing. Whether it be a quick trip to a market or you’re just tending plants at home, you’ll be guaranteed to have a tall misthios shadow beside you

Needs to touch you or she’ll die

If you allow her, she’ll have you in her arms whenever - in hugs, around your waist, on your shoulders or simply just holding your hand. She’s addicted

Plays with your hair a lot, doesn’t even realise she’s doing it half the time

Finds herself smiling just at the mere thought of you

After a awhile of all this, she confesses (if you hadn’t figured it out already, she was being as cloudy as glass)

It was a scorching day when she brought you on her ship. Sea spray tickled your cheeks as you gazed at the ever rocking horizon. Kassandra kept a tight hold of your waist as you leaned over the side to watch the waves cascade against the gliding ship.

She was excited, to put it lightly. To have you on her ship, enjoying yourself as much as you seemed to be

Her chin was rested on your scalp, before her lips brushed the shell of your ear

She whispered everything - the way you made her feel, how beautiful you were, how much she desired you…

Her heart soared when you stood on the tips of your toes to kiss her

eivor

Keeps it a secret for the longest time. Like I’m talking, over a year

She felt comfortable around you, found herself to feel lighter in your presence

She realised just how far deep in she was when she got jealous of Sigurd just talking with you - a ridiculous thought, but a thought that confirmed her passion

The poetry that wrote itself in her mind from your gaze was another tell tale

Now when she’s on raids, she always has to bring something back for you and pass it off as something like - ‘you mentioned you needed something to match your hair’ or ‘thought this might be of use to you’

Is very careful to not be drunk around you after numerous times she flirted with you in that state of mind (foreshadowing) To which she hoped you passed it off as her being a drunken fool

She still apologised each time though

Another gentlewoman - pulls chairs out for you, lends you her cloak, opens doors for you etc

Treats you more like a queen than anything else - you need something done? She’s the first to offer, some fools disrespect you? She tears them down in your name

Speaking of that, she’s very protective. Keeping close to you just at the slightest whiff of danger

She trains you, wanting to provide a way to protect you even when she’s not around

Brings you food all the time

Much like Vi, she finds herself in your bed after a bad dream or vision

Talking to you about it really helps her, she doesn’t feel judged

She feels equal, safe enough to be vulnerable with you

It was a night much like that, except for the bad dreams. No, she was just too drunk to make it back to her own place

She can be a very sensitive drunk, emotions always right there on the surface

So as soon as her head lays down on your stomach, she’s off describing her adoration for you, how warm you make her feel, how she wishes for a future with you…

You didn’t get to hear more because she drifted off to sleep, but you’d heard enough

In the morning, she tried to sneak out without waking you. Embarrassed beyond belief

But your hand gripping her wrist stopped her and you tugged her back

She hesitated but gave in to your embrace, waiting

You kissed her temple with a smile and giggled

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