#hytham x eivor

[sonnygirl99]

One shot - worthy of a man ( hytham ×female eivor)

📍hi there, a note before you start :

English is not my first language & this was written for fun. SOOOOOoo, I'd appreciate ignoring any mistakes.

"Am I not worthy of being a man?"

Hytham confronts all of sudden, eyes as sharp as a hidden blade.

" Huh? By Odin's beard hytham, Who would say such things?.."

Eivor replies in her usual smooth voice, not understanding what the man meant

A moment of silence passes between the two, the hidden one's bureau was quiet in the early morning hours, so quiet that one was able to hear the birds tweeting's peacefully outside .

A Lott of warriors babbled with laughter while heading to the river's shore, a scent of fresh baked bread spread in the air, announcing the start of a new day for the raven clan .

Eivor here had just returned from lundon last night full of valuable resources about the order of ancients, so technically when she awoke this morning, first thing she had in mind was to visit hytham. she knew this was supposed to be his own mission yet depending on his condition, he couldn't have gone to lundon.

Before the day eivor departed , she saw the sorrow gleaming in his eyes as if he was a lad being told that he wasn't able to use his own dagger anymore, hytham was so much of an innocent sweetling if she would say so, he sure can be selfish sometimes or even a big headed fool like that time when he was showing her how to do the leap of faith, how did he think that he can just do it carelessly with such injury? Foolish, he was, but with a good heart.

she couldn't help but to be gentle towards the man, whenever she saw him she would smile joyfully , tease him . Oh, how she loved teasing him! He would just smile at her even if it annoys him at Times ,she even makes herself comfortable enough to beat him on the shoulder or to pat on his head gently as some any other kid in her clan, they were really good friends.

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Here she is, standing...tall&proud as ever. her icy orbs looking at his ...smiling & joking with joy, He admired every bit of her, a strong woman she was,one who cares about her people as much as she cares about herself.

when they first met, he did not understand what basim saw in her that made her worthy of a hidden blade.

a selfish Dane , he thought her to be.

This impression increased as she boldly refused to wear their sacred weapon correctly. However, when he betrayed her and tried to kill her long-lasting enemy, the killer of her parents. she should've been angry, furious... but yet she looked him deep in the eye and said, " I forgive you,hytham. "It was only then that he realised that all this time, he was the only selfish being.

And yet, the way he saw her look at other men,how she took care when speaking to them, even his mentor Basim. , but when it comes to him for some reason, he finds that she smiles softly , touches him .. as if he wasn't an assassin....a murderer! as if he wasn't a grown man who was capable of many things , she treated him as some child, and it did hurt , for he always showed her how much capability he had , he was clever! No, really! His former mentors always told him that! Doesn't she like clever men? And so it was today that after her return from Lundun , he stole the chance to speak about his feelings.

"Well," he took a deep breath. " it seems like you think of me as a child, eivor.."

with a raised brow and a tilted head , she looked as if she's solving a puzzle of some kind ,eivor Wolf kissed was perplexed

." I'm afraid that I do not follow ?"

" What I mean is to stop patting my head like that , I am really am a grown man, you know." He spoke very calmly compared to his inner mind.

"Oh,"

It finally seemed to click.

" So our young eagle here desperately wants to be an adult?"

Or not.She immediately starts joking about his words , a smile on her lips.

Haytham sighed helplessly , putting whatever scroll he's currently carrying down on a table.

"Oi ! What's wrong, my friend? Did anything bad happen ? You seem a bit out of place today."

Eivor wondered, yet she decided it was better for her to go on joking .

"Am I required to prove it ?, perhaps for you to understand me? because I can show you."

He said , stepping a bit closer so he could reach her arm, a sober look on his face.

"Fine then . go on and show me, young eagle."She replied, chin as high as ever

It happened so fast ,the man suddenly sweeps her by the waist, pulling her closer to him.

her  body bumped into his , which obviously did put her off guard only to make her hold into hytham's nick like there was no tomorrow. Eivor gasped softly, He was too close, so close that she clearly saw her own self reflected in those crystal eyes, she can even smell his unique scent of clean jasmine stemming from his own skin

Hytham's breathing grows heavy along with his cheeks getting redder & redder, yet he shows no sense of hesitation, but keeps his gaze focused on her instead, Seeing her face expression, his lips twitched slowly. the smile of Loki ,she thought.

Eivor didn't feel like letting go, there was something about him,something that made her feel as if everyone else didn't matter at that moment, nothing mattered at all as long as she stayed between his arms .

Adjusting his grip, hytham lowers his head, reaching her right side . Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his own breath tickling her right ear before he uttered gently, " You see ? I am a man capable of many things, wolf-kissed~"

Chills ran through her spines, is he going to take things further?

But no , for he scans her face for the last time, before Letting go, his hands drifting away slowly.

leaving her, stunned.

"...."

" I.., I think that I have to go. "

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How was his heart still pounding in place? He had no idea. ,but He can not be the only one getting his heart to scream loudly whenever she's around anymore . She's bond to know. She has to.

You know, perhaps this was a bad idea...

Hytham thought as seeing her face being that close.

I..I have to let go ,that's enough , she may hate me for that.

But look, Her eyes are of beauty....her skin so soft...

Enough.

" I.., I think that I have to go ..."

She backs away slowly towards the door behind her , still holding his gaze though , with the same stunned expression,

her ears a reddish flame.

Seeming to be sick of it all, the woman turns her back on him as to leave , silent.

Goodness have I sinned to be looked at with such face?

You Foolish man , foolish hytham .

" w..wait!"

Oh He's the one trembling now

Her boots stopped on the wooden floor , her back still turned , the sound of singing birds still tweeting from the outside.

"forgive me eivor, forget that it even happened, I did not intend to—"

But then , He swore of catching a glimpse of somewhat a smile forming down her cheeks.

"No, for you just proved to me that you are a man of many things , hytham,"

"And that young eagles become eagles after all."

And with that she takes leave, not only leaving the bureau but also leaving the hidden one amazed.

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Later on that day when the sun sank deep into the horizon , announcing its farewell for the day.

eivor wolf kissed layed on her huge bed in the darkness , it's feather tickling her face.

keen to take a warrior's rest, but full of thoughts skimming into her head, the soft touch of hytham flashed through Eivor's memory ,along with those warm eyes of his, the sweet tone of gilt that reached her ears, "forgive me " he had said.

Again, she couldn't help but feel a smile forcing its way into her lips .

You surprised me today , young eagle.

& strangely I find myself looking  forward for somewhat other surprises of yours, so be sure to let that eagle rise inside of you to become one yourself, young one.

Ending

#hytham x eivor #ac valhalla #assassin's creed #romance #eivor wolfkissed #female eivor #hytham #eivor wolfsmal

[serpent-sariah]

How Long in Twilight Waiting Long for The Rising Sun/I'm Right Here With You

Her bones ached, the new wounds from Ivarr reminding her the failure of saving Ceolbert from the Boneless' twisted means. The wood of her longship doesn't do any justice for her back after being thrown off the edge by Ivarr's strong grip. The boat floats, surrounded by the lush forests of green on each side of it, and the water sparkling, reflecting off the stars in the night sky. 

She stares off into the dark blue above her, the only thing keeping her warm is the Raven Clan flag. Eivor can't sleep; her mind run amok, reliving Ceolbert's untimely death, not reaching him fast enough. She blames herself for his death, not going with him when he went hunting. She wishes she went with him, to protect the boy, who had come to be like a son to her. She hates the fact Ivarr planted his death just to kill Rhodri, the thought of him now turning her stomach. 

A sigh escapes her lungs, a frown pulling on her lips, her arm acting as a pillow behind her head, golden locks flowing like the sun fanning over her arm. The only thing she's happy for is that she'll see Siv again, and the monster that is Ivarr is on his way to Outcast Island. 

Her eyes finally close, sending her into an uneasy and restless sleep. 

Upon waking the following morning, she is woken gently by Yrsa shaking her shoulder just barely. Despite the gentleness, Eivor still wakes with a start, something that has followed her since Siv was taken back in Norway. The crew landed at the dock of Ravensthorpe, and the others were awake. But who took over?

Eivor rubs the tiredness from her blue eyes, slowly pulling herself to her feet. It was like her weight shifted upon standing, her sore and aching muscles bearing down on her. Her body still aches, and she is sure that bruises formed beneath her armor. "Who took over?"

"I did," Freydis makes herself known, stepping from the back of the longship. She looked beaten, but not as bad as Eivor, nor as bad as she looks. "You needed to sleep. Ivarr really took it out of you, and Yrsa would've had my head if I took the risk of waking you."

"Freydis, it is fine," the young mother waves it off. "I would do the same thing." Granted, she does do the same thing. 

Freydis gives her a small nod. She and Yrsa helps Eivor from the ship to the dock. She is mildly unsteady, thankful for her two supports helping her over, and thankful for being on solid ground once again. 

"You should go and see Valka," Yrsa's eyes are clouded over with concern for her oldest friend. "See if she can brew some of her herbal teas for your muscles."

"I'll head that way soon, I need to go collect my daughter from Hytham," the young mother's eyes turn towards the green roof of the Hidden Ones Bureau, her voice deepened from the wolf damaging her vocal chords. 

She'd asked the Hidden One beforehand to look after Siv while she was away, not wanting Randvi looking after her while fretting over the Alliance Map and wondering when Sigurd would be back. Watching the babe would just put more stress on her plate, and she didn't want that. 

"Alright. Be careful, then."

"Always." Which isn't always true in her line of work. 

The way up to the green hut takes the breath out of her, her lungs burning with each step. She wants to see her babe before she gets bandaged, wants to told her and never let her go. Losing Ceolbert opened her eyes to the protection and love to her people and Siv, and she knew why Ivarr is such a bad person, thankful that he's now rotting away behind the bars of Outcast. She prays that he never gets out. 

"Eivor, here is your little one," the Hidden One breaks her from her thoughts, catching her climb up the steps. He notices her look and grows concerned. "Uh, Eivor, is everything alright?" His hand rests on her bracer. 

Eivor shakes her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Yes, I am fine. Thank you for asking. I'm just… tired from the mission and there is much to process." She is surprised by the contact, leaving tingles. She wills herself not to blush as she turns to pick up Siv from the makeshift bed at the foot of Hytham's. 

"Would you like to talk about it?" Hytham offers, gesturing to the seat at his work table. 

Eivor thinks for a minute, holding Siv close to her chest, her head resting in the crook of her elbow. She chews her lower lip. She knows he is right, and he has proven himself to be granted trust, much unlike his mentor Basim, as she's been questioning his honor since the days in Oxenefordscire, whispering into Sigurd before Fulke took him was a huge red flag to her. 

She mentioned the elder Hidden One's shadiness to Hytham, who was at first shocked and appalled at her words, but knew to trust her judgment. 

The young mother sits down on the chair he gestured to, Siv sleeping on her lap now, a forlorn look in Eivor's eyes. "Ceolbert is dead." Her voice is rough, but thick with sadness. 

Hytham's posture stiffs, his heart thumping in his chest, and his face forming into a frown. He knelt down beside her, his hand on her bracer. "Oh dear Heavens. Poor Ceolbert." 

"He was like a son to me, Hytham," her voice cracks. "He treated Siv like a sister. Knowing that he is gone, it's still a process." Her eyes closed tightly, heart rapidly thudding against her ribcage, feeling like it's going to burst from her chest, a fist clamping around her heart. 

"What happened to him?"

"Do you remember Ivarr? The Norseman who takes pride in causing others pain?" The acolyte nods and she continues. "He killed him."

Hytham's mouth fell open. "Oh dear Heavens."

Eivor swallows thickly. "He did it to make war on Rhodri and kill him. He got what he wanted. I should've… I should've…"

"Hey, you did not know he was going to do that."

"I should've, I know how Ivarr is," she stares off into the distance. "I didn't see the signs until it was too late. Not until Ceolbert mentioned that he did something before the light left his eyes."

Hytham pulls her closed fist towards him, softly opening it. "You cannot always know these things, Eivor. They just happen. As you once told me, our fates are fixed."

She knows he's right, it still hurt. Of course it still hurt. It's going to for a while. 

"I sent him to Outcast Island," she wipes a stray tear from underneath her darkened eye. "Sent him behind the strongest bars of the place. I wanted to kill him for what he did to Ceolbert. But in that moment, I just couldn't. I do not know if I did the right thing because I am afraid he'll come back for revenge and end my daughter and everyone I love." She held Siv closer to her with her free arm, not willing or wanting to let her go. "I would never forgive myself if anything bad happened to her. I don't forgive myself for Kjotve's men kidnapping her."

"Eivor, you had just had her hours before, you were just barely recovering," Hytham tries to reason with her. "Do not blame yourself for that, and she is a celebrated person of this Clan. She has a lot of people to protect her if such a thing came to pass, and I am one of them. Since I came to know her, she's became somewhat of a daughter to me, as well. I would give my life to let her live."

"You're immortal, though," Eivor points out. 

"It is an expression."

"Either way, I am grateful to you, Hytham," she feels tears welling in her eyes again as her heart breaks once more, looking down almost immediately, avoiding his soft gaze. She didn't want him to view her as weak. She let out a trembling sigh. "You know how people either unite in times of plight, or fall apart? My Clan is counting on me, to find our Jarl, however I feel like I'm disillusioning them, letting them down. You witnessed Dag's actions prior to Rued's soldier attacking us. When Ceolbert was still with us."

"He definitely seemed out of sorts when you gave your speech," he affirms. 

"It is not just Dag," she finally looks up to meet his gaze. "It is also Freydis. The both of them believe I'm out to take Sigurd's seat, or it feels like they are, and the timing is perfect, because the madwoman Fulke took him just after Dag began complaining that Sigurd put me in charge while he is away. I feel as though the whole world is on my shoulders, Hytham." She feels the tears escaping her eyelids. "Forgive me, I told myself I wouldn't cry. I should be this strong person, this person everyone can count on. If I can't get Sigurd back, then I don't deserve to be counted on."

Hytham wipes a stray tear from her pale cheek, the pad of his thumb running over the thin line scar. "My good friend, Eivor, do not be ashamed of crying. You are the strongest woman I know." His blue eyes sparkle bright like the stars in the night sky. "The Clan is undeniably fragmenting at the moment, though it will not disintegrate because of you, given that you are keeping them together. You are so much more fervent then all the background din. You are more fervent than Dag, Freydis, and anyone who is charging you of Sigurd's seat. This Clan is held together by you. So, never, please, never let go. For me."

A small smile tugs at the corners of Eivor's lips, her beaten heart warming at his sweet and kind words. However, her shoulders are still trembling, and Hytham's hands are placed on either side, trying to steady her and ease her, looking up at her with a concerned gaze, eyes darting. 

"Eivor? Are your wounds bothering you?" He asks gently, his hand rubbing the back of her arm. 

Her face is curved in a grimace, eyes tightly shut. She was indeed hurting, but it wasn't just the wounds littering her body. This was one wound that does not heal easily. It is her damaged heart, a fist clamping around it still, as well as her throat, making it difficult for her to swallow. "Yes, but my heart outweighs my wounds, Hytham. I am still… processing everything." She looks down sadly. "I know I could've gone to Randvi or Yrsa or Tove about this, I just didn't want to bother them with my problems." She wanted to see him, which is why. Out of all her friends, she chose him to go to. The slightly crippled Hidden One with the permanent injury. It was like she saw something in him no one else did. 

"Then I will go through the process with you," Hytham moves her face to lock eyes with her. "However, I am glad you came to me, Eivor. I am more than happy to help you however, whenever I can."

A couple of tears stream down her face again. "I can't thank you enough, Hytham. I know we really didn't see eye-to-eye when we first met, however, I am overjoyed we became friends, and got to know each other."

The corners of his lips curved into a smile that complimented his baby blue eyes. "That brings me such joy to hear you say that, Eivor." All the while, a pink dusting flushes across his cheeks and nose. 

The pink dusting reciprocated to Eivor's cheeks. She couldn't fully process this new light and bubbly feeling in her chest mixed with the other feelings as of late. She knew she should go when Siv began waking up and making noise, stretching her little arms. "I should take care of her. Thank you for everything, Hytham. Thank you so much."

"Yes, of course. However, please do make sure you get those wounds checked out by Valka as well."

#first time making it over a thousand word #ac valhalla #hytham x Eivor #baby Siv

[felassanis]

I've just finished Mirage and am currently replaying Valhalla and well I tell you I might be returning to the Eivor x Hytham tag...

#assassins creed valhalla #assassins creed mirage #eivor wolfkissed #eivor x hytham #hytham x eivor

[basimibnishaqs]

eivor x hytham for the ship ask 😌

MY DARLINGS MY BELOVEDS they are everything to me!!!!! eivor/hytham are peak bi4bi marriage goals and the fact we couldnt romance hytham is a crime i will never forgive ubisoft for they are IT

what made you ship it? i love all their interactions but especially the kjtove fight with eivor standing between kjtove and hytham, and then of course the to serve the light quest i mean come on now the WINK

what are your favorite things about the ship? the parallels of it all, both living in the shadow of a father (or father-figure's) betrayal, both devoted to their duty, finding a new clan in each other after losing the ones they love to madness, walking the line between duty, destiny, and desire...makes me insaneeee. hytham dealing with his failure and disability in a contrast with eivor's intial longing for battle-glory, and then growing alongside each other as they become the leaders of their people, who eventually become one in the same, who see that peace and to lead lets them grow beyond the destinies other's had for them...brb losing my mind

is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? should have been canon sorryyyyy i would have given anything for siege of paris to be the hidden one hyeivor goes to paris and comes back married dlc

#ask game #ask #hyeivor #hytham x eivor #they are married. 2 me.

[frenchoravocadotoast]

Hytham headcanons

Hytham (AC Valhalla) x GN!reader

Word count: 1078

A/N's note: I've been meaning to write about Hytham these past few weeks! Have some headcanons while I finish reading The Golden City :) (it got a bit angsty at the end)

Hytham’s love languages are gift giving and quality time. Hear me out.

He's pretty quiet (compared to the rowdy Vikings, at least), but true to his creed, he watches everything and everyone like a hawk. This applies to you too.

Hytham is willing to wait when he starts to grow interested in someone. He’d much rather approach them only once he feels like he’s gotten to know them both from the inside and the outside. I don’t see him seeking his crush out from the very beginning – he prefers bonding with them over time and seeing where things go.

Do not be fooled by his acting. Whether he’s cackling at a joke, dining at the longhouse or target practicing, Hytham is sure to be eavesdropping on your conversation. If you’re nearby, that is. This doesn’t mean that he’s spying on you specifically – he tends to strain his ears (like all Hidden Ones do, really), and sometimes, if he’s lucky, he might just hear your voice.

When he does, he smiles to himself.

You’re good friends with Eivor, and often accompany her on her errands around the village. This has led you to the bureau multiple times, and Hytham is always caught off guard by the unexpected visit.

“🧍🏾‍♂️Oh. Good evening.”

You like the place, it’s cozy and the man isn’t bad company either. So you stay, and even if there’s other parchments he needs to finish before sunset, Hytham perks up at the chance to answer any question you might have (grinning and kicking his feet when you show interest in the creed).

So that’s where you spend time together. Celebrations in Ravensthorpe are also guaranteed to lure him out of his cove – you’ll be sure to find him letting loose and coming out of his shell more. His favorite game is apple bobbing, and he’s determined to win everytime – but despite his competitive streak, he might pretend to lose if he’s going up against you.

As for gift giving, it doesn’t evolve into actual physical gifts until later on (he thinks that’d be way too obvious). Instead, his first ‘gifts’ are things you might need.

Whether you have experience in fighting/self-defense or not, Hytham hints at the training yard he and Basim use. He invites you to use it whenever you please (you can pummel the dummies for a bit, as long as you put them back in their place); and if you have no experience whatsoever, he’ll gladly teach you some things.

You don’t get to have your own hidden blade though. Sorry (ask Basim for one)

But you can try his! Just don’t die.

If you do somehow get injured, you can have the medicine he’s made. It’s all yours.

Interested in a particular topic? He probably has a book about it at the bureau (or he’ll find it somehow, don’t ask) and will gladly let you take it.

Teaches you how to do the leap of faith. If you pull his leg just like Eivor did and don’t leave the haystack, I think he’d have a similar reaction.

“Very funny. You can come out now.”

“We are so not doing this rn.”

“Please.”

“Please, Basim will kill me.”

Things start to shift when you see the signs. You crack a joke with your friends and notice Hytham’s already looking at you with a soft smile. You tell him your pouch is broken, and remember the beautiful purse you’d once seen at a market in Lunden. Days later, coincidentally, Eivor brings you a beautiful leather pouch from the same city (hint: it wasn’t Eivor’s idea). You also find him playing hide and seek with the Norse children outside, and he urges you to join.

You start testing out your theories. When spring comes, you comment on the beauty of the blooming flowers and he’s immediately crouched down, going through every plant in your vicinity to tell you everything he knows about them. By the end, you have a large bouquet of flowers in your hands.

Eivor sees this, and jokingly tells Hytham he should get some purple ones and smack you in the face with them (a courting tradition amongst Vikings). Needless to say he’s mortified.

Random secret: he knows how to make flower crowns – his mother taught him when he was younger.

He’s giving you instructions as you weave the stems together, and you can’t help but feel his eyes glancing repeatedly between your hands and face.

It’s not until Ravensthorpe is attacked that you’re forced to face your feelings. The ambush is bad – there is no escape as the docks are on fire, and arrows are whizzing past you no matter where you run. Whether you’re a villager, a sage, or a warrior doesn’t really matter. It’s the kind of attack where you’re certain your next stop is going to be Valhalla.

But then the clashing of swords stop. The last enemy falls to their knees, and through the smoke and the ringing in your ears, you hear the roaring victory of your people.

Sigurd and Basim are looting the bodies. Eivor is opening the longhouse where the villagers have barricaded themselves. But you don’t catch sight of Hytham, not until you see him emerge from the woods along with the other Drengr. His white robes are flapping in the wind, his sword dripping with blood, and he’s holding his side as he grimaces. So you run to him.

He sheathes his weapon when he sees you alive and well, eyes darting all over your face as if scanning for injuries; and before you can say anything, he cups your face and locks his lips with yours.

Congrats! You’re now dating.

Basim tells you and Eivor something enigmatic months before his sudden betrayal. Hytham’s happiness is clearly reason for his gratitude, and no matter how much you insist that Ravensthrope is Basim’s home too, you’re only rewarded with a wry smile from the assassin.

It’s months later, when you’re sitting in the empty bureau with Hytham, that you reason Basim must have known. You watch as Hytham grips the table and rakes his hands through his hair, how he paces the room when he’s not squeezing your hand. He questions everything when you realize Basim must have known all this time – must have known that he wasn’t going to stay, that his apprentice would be alright. That Hytham would be happy in Ravensthorpe. And thus, you make sure it stays that way.

#assassins creed #assassins creed valhalla headcanons #assassins creed valhalla #hytham #basim ibn ishaq #ac basim #ac hytham #ac valhalla #ac valhalla x reader #ac valhalla headcanons #hytham x reader #ac hytham x reader #female eivor #eivor wolfkissed #eivor varinsdóttir #sigurd #assassins creed headcanons #ac headcanons #assassins creed isu

[sushis-brainrot]

I loved Mirage, but part of me can't stop thinking about what we might have gotten if it had remained a DLC for Valhalla. OR if a DLC for Valhalla followed it.

I imagine when Hytham was called back to Alamut to report on Basim, he asked the one person who knows exactly what happened to his mentor to join him. Eivor - his friend.

Eivor, of course, accepts. She'll do anything Hytham asks.

They go, together, to Alamut.

While the two get tangled up in the politics of the Hidden Ones and solve whatever intrigue or mystery awaits them in the Arab world, they could have a chance to work together, side by side. While Hytham might be limited by his injuries, he's still a capable assassin, scholar, and warrior. I believe Eivor wholeheartedly respects his capabilities. She might even have to lean on him, let him take charge. It's a strange feeling, but not unwelcome. It might be nice for her to have someone to truly rely on, for once.

Imagine them getting a chance to walk in Basim's footsteps. Visiting the House of Wisdom in Baghdad, that Basim was so fond of. Seeing the great Mosque of Samarra, wondering what man his father was. Hytham would get a chance to handle his grief. Eivor might mourn the loss of a friend with him.

Imagine if Eivor could learn who Basim was. If she finally learnt of Loki. Would she forgive Basim his momentary lapse of madness? Would she understand it, knowing what Odin had done to Loki and Fenrir? This knowledge, would she share it with Hytham? Would he think her mad?

The friendship - or relationship - between Eivor and Hytham that could evolve, their connection deepen. What if this, these events, could be what made Eivor accept Hytham's offer to join the Hidden Ones? What if she, in part, inspired the changes Hytham would implement in the organisation?

It just frustrates me how much potential was lost here...

It frustrates me that they cut Eivor's journey short - and poorly, at that.

I just want to see more Hytham qwq

And I want Eivor and Hytham going to Alamut together. qwq

#ac #ac valhalla #ac mirage #eivor #basim #hytham #eivor x hytham #thought #my thoughts #lost potential #just gimme more #ac mirage spoilers #ac valhalla spoilers

[ball-pen]

Let's dance!

#eivor wolfkissed #eivor #eivor x hytham #ac valhalla #assassin's creed valhalla #hytham

[ls-21187]

happy pride month to my favorite bi4bi babes 💜

#assassins creed valhalla #assassins creed #hytham #eivor x hytham #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor wolfkissed

[bayern-moni]

Eivor's first Leap of Faith with Hytham:

Eivor, if Basim had been the teacher:

#assassin's creed valhalla #I'm playing ac valhalla and I plan to make it everyone else's problem #ac eivor #eivor varinsdóttir #hytham #basim ibn ishaq #x men first class #ac meme #ac #assassin's creed

[notdeadellis]

oh to watch your loved one with sadness and longing in your eyes

#eivor wolfkissed #eivor varinsdóttir #hytham #ac hytham #basim ibn ishaq #sigurd styrbjornson #roshan #Rebekah #ac roshan #ac Rebekah #assassins creed valhalla #assassin's creed #assassin's creed mirage #assassins creed #assassin's creed valhalla #assassins creed mirage #eivor x hytham #sigurd x basim #roshan x rebekah

[reyofsunshne]

What is btalhm ? You have the authorisation to make that answer a wall of text, tell me everything!

HELLO YES! I love you for jumping on this one and asking me!!

"Better Than A Living History Museum" is BTALHM, my Assassin's Creed Valhalla fic I've been working on properly since 2022, but has been in my writing journal since 2020 when AC Valhalla came out!

It centres on a medieval historian reader who is isekai'd into 9th century England!

Because I'm a giant nerd as well, and 10th century textiles and domestic history is my Thing, the historian reader has skills in weaving, and recently we have had a cheeky development hinting to the Actual plot of AC Valhalla, with the reader being Skuld, one of the Norns (weavers of fate).

I've put literal days of research into this fic, and used a lot of my first hand knowledge of Viking reenactment and camping into use, and where I have no idea, I've actually turned to experimental archaeology instead of guesswork! I'm just really proud of this story, and how it's progressed.

Eventually it'll turn into romance and history, but right now it's focused on a lot of animal husbandry and fabric processing instead of the drama of it all!

If you ever feel like picking it up, knowing it pops in and out of hiatus due to my crazy schedule, it can be found HERE

#better than a living history museum #btalhm #ac valhalla #ac valhalla fic #eivor x reader #eivor varinsdottir #hytham #eivor wolfkissed

[yamadasou]

Eivor x Hytham

#hytham #eivor varinsson #game edit #eivor x hytham #ac valhalla #hidden ones #my video #music video #short video #ac valhalla mod #Eivor's Wardrobe mod #Loreen - Tattoo #I love them X) #love the music #Youtube

[something-in-the-seas]

We say goodbye to Alfred and Guthrum and HARALD FAIRHAIR but not Randvi???

#ac valhalla #assassin’s creed valhalla #ac valhalla spoilers #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor x randvi #I am speechless #like this was TERRIBLE lmao #no Stowe or erke? no mention of what happened to oswald? no goodbyes from ljufvina? #like where are Eivor’s friends??? why am I seeing Harald Fairhair??? #only redeeming scenes were the Hytham and sigurd scenes #anyway eivor grew old in Ravensthorpe with randvi there

[basimibnishaqs]

listen both hytham and eivor were orphaned as young children and were taken in and saved by a family that became their own and in return they became warriors devoted to that family and to the person who saved them, both of them followed that family from their homes and across the known world because of their love, they both had to build a new home for their people, and then they were both abandoned and betrayed by that family who left them in favor of being sages, the love lost in the face of unfathomable ancient memories, and despite losing everything again they became the leaders of their people despite never thinking they could, despite always being in another's shadow, and they did it together, and this is why hytham/eivor should have been canon, them finding each other and building a new family in the wake of the one they lost, their causes the same, choosing love and hope in the face of so much grief

#hi i am going crazy #eivor x hytham #ac valhalla #assassin's creed #eivor varinsdóttir #hytham #thank u for listening to my ted talk #thinking about hytham as second protag of valhalla...as being there for all the arcs...of hidden one eivor........ #also ik sigurd doesn't always leave eivor. but i think it's a better ending narratively

[frenchoravocadotoast]

Take me back to Constantinople

Hytham (AC: Valhalla) x GN!Reader

Word count: 2704

A/N: I finished reading The Golden City a few days ago and I'm inconsolable :] Have some more Hytham content! (because I fell down a rabbit hole)

Had Hytham been told that he would challenge the tenets of the creed again, he would have vehemently denied it.

Constantinople had already been a tedious enough task to complete, and with his feelings involved, the young man swore to never get attached again. The life of an assassin was always on the run, never stable. He wasn’t meant to stay anywhere.

But then they met Sigurd. He and Basim traveled to Norway with him, then to England – and then Kjotve happened, and now Hytham had to stew in his disappointment as he healed from broken bones. His journey of travels ended here. At least he had the bureau to keep himself busy, as well as the lavish dinners to keep him fed and entertained. He liked it when there were get-togethers in Ravensthorpe. 

Like the one from a couple of days ago.

The assassin didn’t know what the reason for the celebration was – not that the vikings needed any. As long as they were promised food and booze at the banquet, they would gladly pillage and conquer any village they were asked to. Hytham had to admit that their logic was pretty efficient, if not a little too simple. But with Eivor, it was different. Her loyalties lay with her own virtues, a moral compass that luckily aligned with Hytham’s; and thus, she would willingly carry out any task that the Hidden One needed of her, even without the promise of a full belly and a drunken tongue.

She’d done a lot for him and his creed, and he couldn’t bring himself to say no to her when she insisted that he attend the celebration. She knew Hytham tended to overwork himself. There was paperwork to finish, new feathers to stock – hell, even the bureau itself was a mess. If Basim were to return with Sigurd now, and find the bureau looking like a rabid drengr had rummaged through it, Hytham would probably have to spend the rest of the month cleaning up the place rather than working up the ranks. 

He pursed his lips, not amused by the idea, but he tried his best to focus on the moment regardless. The clan members had come to form a circle, swaying to the tune of the music, and clasped their hands together as they stomped their right feet in unison. Hytham could feel the tremor under his own feet, and the laughing of the people echoed all over the room, pulling a smile at his lips too.

For a group of drunkards, they danced with great passion and expertise. Practice, Hytham shrugged. It definitely wasn’t their first night drinking and pissing mead, and dancing until their feet hurt. The circle spun faster and faster as the music enhanced. The dancers paired up to twirl and jump, and through the motion blur of faces and twirling dresses, Hytham saw it. Well, he wasn’t quite sure he’d seen it, but the smile looked familiar enough – and as the dancers continued to spin, his eyes settled on you.

He was right, then. You had indeed joined the circle. But your steps were calculated, and you lacked the drunken sway of the vikings who could barely keep themselves upright. Your smile shone bright, and your eyes crinkled under its pull as you switched partners with a woman. Her cheeks matched the tone of her ginger hair, and you somehow managed to avoid getting splashed by her drink, horn in hand.

Hytham’s eyes softened. It was moments like this that made him feel at ease, with no fear of an uncertain future or the haunting of a dark past. Everyone in this room had their fair share of demons, even the children – but they somehow possessed the power to forget about everything for the night, swinging and swaying to the music as the smoke from the bonfire fed off of each chant.

But there was something about you in particular that fascinated Hytham. Perhaps it was the way you carried yourself. The way you spoke, your presence. Maybe it was just the way you looked at him last week, when he’d taught you how to use his throwing knives. He was fixing your posture, and perhaps you’d noticed that he lingered close for too long, because Hytham caught you looking at him on numerous occasions since then. 

There was something there, he mused. A potion brewing quietly, and you were both none the wiser. Even now, the mere memory made Hytham’s fingers twitch as he watched you disappear on the other side of the circle.

“You’re staring.”

He stiffened, not wanting to give the woman the satisfaction of his reaction. 

“I’m just watching them dance.”

Eivor huffed out a laugh, dragging a wooden stool and plopping down next to him. From the corner of his eye, Hytham could see the blade of her ax glimmering under the candlelight.

“Basim was right, you’re awfully transparent.”

Hytham met her eyes, slightly offended. “He said that?”

“You can’t deny it if it’s true,” the blonde shrugged, nodding in your presumed direction. “Why don’t you ask them for a dance?”

Immediately, the assassin clammed up. It must have been an amusing sight to Eivor; a trained killer with a blade strapped to their arm, refusing to approach a person of their interest. When he and Eivor first met, Hytham had gone into detail about the imperative need to separate one’s feelings from their work – to allow such a thing could greatly compromise both his life and his creed. But it was a blurry line for the likes of him, a game that tested their loyalty to the brotherhood. The young eagle knew that line had been tested before, trespassed by his peers and predecessors. It hadn’t ended well for them – after all, the life of an assassin was short. It was built on sacrifice rather than yearning, that was the true purpose of a Hidden One. But now, Hytham knew he was once again at the mercy of his own heart – and what would that make of him?

Human, the little voice in his head said. It sounded an awful lot like Basim, and the acolyte was sure he could almost hear the older man’s trademark smirk. He must have trespassed that line too, at some point in his life; and Hytham couldn’t blame him. He was almost tempted to do it for the second time, too – perhaps he was spending too much time around the man. 

Hytham gave the viking woman a tentative smile. “You know I’m injured. I shouldn’t be dancing anyway.”

Eivor cocked an eyebrow, like she’d been expecting him to say that. 

“I thought it was your ribs that were broken, not your feet.”

Hytham frowned, frustrated; not because of her insistence, but rather because of her ability to read him like a book. Unlike his mentor, Hytham lacked the talent to keep secrets, and he was seemingly obvious to everyone except for himself.

“I don’t know how to dance,” he tried again.

“And they do?” Eivor laughed, looking at a drunk man who tripped and dragged his dancing partner down with him. Hytham could smell the alcohol on their breath from his seat.

“They’re too drunk to care.”

“Hytham.”

“I know you mean well, Eivor,” he softened his tone, shaking his head. “But I believe I should sit this one out. My ribs have been hurting again, and I wouldn’t want to aggravate them.”

It was a lie, and Eivor knew. Nevertheless, without questioning him, the woman sighed and stood up with great effort. She squeezed his shoulder in one last attempt to encourage him, but Hytham only patted her arm. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, or that he lacked the confidence to do so – but Hytham felt like he’d be intruding if he were to approach you now. You gleamed and danced amongst the other dancers, stepping over the bodies of the people who had succumbed to a drunken sleep. You moved with the kind of expertise he would almost envy if he weren’t a skilled fighter himself. 

Someday, he told himself. Someday, he would try to talk to you again. Not now, when you seemed to be in your own world. Hytham was content with just watching for now.

»» ──────ஓ๑♥๑ஓ ────── ««

That day came sooner than Hytham expected.

The scenario was oddly familiar. As per your request, you were in the training yard once more, graced by the presence of a slumped dummy. The assassin didn’t stray too far from you, observing your posture as you readied another throw. 

“Remember to aim for a pulse point.”

Hytham muttered, not keen on interrupting your focus. You were deeply concentrated, he could tell. Your gloved fingers gripped the dagger tightly, readjusting your hold, before you pivoted and hurled the weapon at the humanoid sack. The blade hissed through the air and past the target, and the scowl on your face darkened.

“Damn it.”

The assassin smiled in amusement. Throwing knives were cheeky little bastards – they seemed to have a mind of their own and strayed wherever they pleased. And the wind today didn’t seem to be working in your favor, either. These weren’t the best conditions to be training; but for the two of you, spare time was just as slippery as the flying blades. The second you could find time to spend together, you’d take it.

So Hytham respected your choice to continue training. It was a good enough excuse to spend time with you, at least until he ran out of knives.

He drew another one from his belt, nodding at you. “That’s alright. Try again.”

You took the dagger from him, and perhaps your impatience was starting to get to you, because just a few seconds later, the knife was cutting through the air again. This time though, it embedded itself into the crotch area of the dummy, and true to its humanoid appearance, it slumped over as if it were in pain. Hytham let out an incredulous laugh, warily eyeing the dummy.

“Wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that.”

You grinned in triumph, satisfied that this one had struck the target. “But this would still work, right?”

“I suppose it would,” he hummed, instinctively handing you another knife. It was the last from his belt, and Hytham was relieved to know that he would soon be retreating back into the warmth of the bureau. He propped up the dummy before joining your side again. “Try one last time. Here, I’ll help you.”

Your posture was better than last time, but it still needed fixing. The man waited for you to curl the knife up to your opposite shoulder, before leaning closer to hover at your eye level. Gauging the distance by moving into your space was unnecessary, he knew you were capable enough to do so on your own. You knew you didn’t need him either. And yet, Hytham relished the side glance you gave him, one that lingered on his face longer than he’d expected. He fought back a smile as he reached to lift up your crooked arm.

“Focus on the target and take your time,” he reprimanded you playfully. You ripped your eyes away from him, and Hytham swore he could feel the heat emanating from your cheeks. “Your arm should be fully outstretched in a straight line. Aiming too high or too low will miss the target entirely, and you’ll quickly lose range advantage.”

He let go of your elbow when he was satisfied enough. Your eyes were trained on the dummy, unblinking, and the leather of your gloves groaned when you tightened the grip on the knife. Your voice was a soft mutter, but Hytham heard it. 

“You know, you sound a lot like Basim.”

The man gave you the ghost of a smile. It seemed the little voice in his head was starting to seep into his voice now, too.

“Well, he is my mentor,” a pause, and Hytham was tempted to speak again despite your focus. He added quietly. “Would you prefer his tutoring?”

“No. I would much rather enjoy your company.”

“And I yours.”

Another pause, and then, you flung the knife again. It cut through the air with a hiss, glinting for just a second before it sank into the neck of the dummy, and the stray strands of straw fluttered down at the stab. Hytham grinned as your eyes widened, and drew back to look at you properly.

“Good job,” he winked, promptly walking back to the mannequin to retrieve his knives. “Remind me to never get on your bad side again.”

“So this is how you do it?” you asked, and Hytham’s smile softened at the awe in your eyes. “I’ve seen you fling daggers from greater distances with just the flick of a wrist.”

The man shrugged, at a loss for words. He was never good at taking compliments, especially when they were this genuine. “It’s a matter of practice,” was all he said instead. He nodded at the bureau just as you joined his side.

“In that case, I’ll have to whisk you away more often. I need you to teach me how to do that.”

Hytham repressed a grin, but he couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks.

“You know I won’t complain.”

»» ──────ஓ๑♥๑ஓ ────── ««

Complain? No, he could never.

Hytham didn’t know what it was that pulled him towards you. Other than his feelings, of course. Was it the way the fireplace of the bureau cast shadows on your face? The depth of your eyes, perhaps? The tender caress of your lips against his? Too many questions ran about in his mind, and no answer was valid enough to satisfy him.

There was one thing that did satisfy him, though; and he knew right then and there that he was doomed. The kiss started off with a peck –Hytham wasn’t sure who had leaned in first–; but then came a second one, and then another one, which turned into a lingering kiss. He felt the heat of your sigh, the gentle nudge of your nose, the caress of your lashes against his skin. The blood in his ears was roaring at your touch.

If this was how training ended every time, then Hytham wouldn’t have minded teaching you more often.

You had somehow found your way to the shelves. His body pressed you against them, caging you in his embrace as your hands cradled his face; and here, hidden away from any witnesses, your lips came to create a dance and language of their own. Hytham pulled back, desperate to relieve the burn in his chest but not leaning too far either. Your breaths intermingled once more as his finger skimmed over your cheek, and he whispered.

“I’m starting to think training was just an excuse.”

He felt you smile against his skin, like he had caught you in a lie. Perhaps he had, judging from the glint in your eyes.

“It wasn’t, at least not in the beginning,” you paused, interrupted by him as he surged forward to catch your lips again. Your words etched onto his skin as you whispered through the kiss. “But then you refused to dance with me at the celebration, and I had to come up with a new idea.”

Hytham stilled, and your smile widened at his reaction. He glanced between your eyes, trying to read you like he’d been trained to do in his novice years. It was so obvious now that he looked more carefully – maybe he was too distracted by his feelings in the past to even notice what you were plotting. That seemed to be a recurring problem for Hytham. His cheeks grew warm again, but his small smile said he was impressed.

“I was set up.” 

“Took you long enough.”

“You’re devious,” his words were teasing, but the assassin felt his eyes soften the more he looked at you. Your arms around his neck had never felt so welcoming. “Perhaps we should make a Hidden One out of you.”

“Only if you continue teaching me how to use the knives.”

Hytham grinned, whispering against your lips. “Deal.”

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[ryandoesfanart]

Made this for my good friend @cahhdmus!! Almost forgot to post that one here hahha XD Well, enjoy fellow Assassin's Creed-Fans! Who would you like to see next? No promises, just curious! Lol :P

#hytham #assassin's creed #assassin's creed funny #assassin's creed fanart #gay assassins ✨ #assassins creed valhalla #valhalla #eivor #eivor x hytham #eivor wolfkissed