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erzsebetrosztoczy · 3 months

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saw your requests are open. If its not ignore this .

can u do AC Valhalla hytham x reader ? Maybe reader is evior sibling? And hytham is falling for them but is shy to confess . They fall in love and basim is like :

Amongst hidden ruins

I am so sorry for the long wait I was havig life and death situation with uni I didn't consider that would be there but I hope I can make it up to you by offering a 3 part slow burn?? Ya girl is trying I promise🙈🙉🙊

Pairing: Hytham x reader

Word count: ~16k

Genre: fluff, awkward fluff, idiots in love

Warnings: none, except if you count me not knowing what im doing???

Note: Shy Hytham is canon to me, let he be nervous and giddy with his crush🤌❤️. Also, Basim with his wolf dad energy 100% supports his adopted son like "i teach you how to be an assassin, now i teach you how to rizz, boy" and Eivor finally can live through what Sigurd needed to, aka being the older sibling and they will quickly find out why Siggy has eyebags lmfaoo

Being related to the leaders of the Raven Clan was not easy. Especially when it came to two battle-hardened brothers. From the dawn of your life, you had to have someone by your side to keep you from being "hurt." First came the cautionary orders of your father Styrbjörn, which you cannot remember unless it is from Tekla's evening stories. Taking in and raising a newborn baby with two troublemaker squirrels aged a lot on your fathers, even during the early winters of your lives. Then, as you were growing, Prince Sigurd's sense of duty began to surface, and who else could he begin directing, rebuking, and protecting than his youngest sibling. Most of your childhood thus consisted of tramping in your eldest brother's heels, holding his hand, and obeying when he forbade you something. And just when you thought your troubled years would cease to exist as you grew up, Eivor's pestration began.

"I'm just saying it doesn't hurt to call Randvi next time. More eyes see more, more blades cut more." Eivor continued as he dodged those who came across him, trying to catch up with you, who was trying to get rid of his brother with wide steps. You rolled your eyes grumbling as you picked up a bucket from the riverbank, heading towards the stables.

"Eivor, last time, I just went riding for an hour. To the neighboring fields. If you climbed up the top of the Longhouse you would have seen it!" You patted it over your shoulder as you trampled up the path of the settlement.

"Yes, but Tove reported that Saxon bandits are passing nearby lately and-" "Eivor, I don't need a nanny! I can defend myself. I might as well show you how good I am." You raised your voice a little harder than you wanted as you spun back, defiantly shouting into his face. Eivor backed up with wide open eyes, raising his arms to the surrender.

"Hey, hey, you have no reason to yell at your brother, little one. I just want the best for you." Eivor's voice sounded suspiciously metallic, sarcastic. You knew he was almost certainly taking your words half-heartedly.

"And if you want any good for yourself, you'd better shut your mouth before I stuff it with Gunnar's footcloth!" Your fingers and fists almost turned white from the effort you used to hold the bucket close to your chest – you had to concentrate very hard not to hit your brother's head with it.

"You talk like you have a chance to beat me." Eivor chuckled to himself in a pitiful grin.

"Listen here, you smartass, Sigurd entrusted you with the leadership of the Clan, not that some blister-headed—"

"I think it will be enough of spreading curses for today. Otherwise, Valka won't be able to make enough talismans for all of us if you keep going like this." In your big arguments, you didn't even notice that Randvi walked next to you. She looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe a retreat would be good.”

"But Randvi, don't you hear that Eivor runs to me at the slightest crack of a stick to see if I'm still alive? Can't you see that even though I've had the same training as him in our childhood, he acts like I'm a defenseless baby? " You turned to Randvi in desperation, not even paying attention to the water, whether it would stay in your bucket or not.

Your sister in law looked back at you with a pursed mouth. Please, be the more mature one. Reflected in her gaze.

Why do you always have to take the shortcut, for the sake of peace?

You nodded with an annoyed sigh.

"Alright." You grunted in agreement turning back to Eivor, but your flaming stare could have almost scorched him. "Next time I'll tell someone to come with me when I leave home. Okay?"

Eivor's face softened, his eyes sparkling with joy as he grinned in satisfaction.

"Perfect, little sister." He almost sang it as he straightened his back and walked off as if he had done his job well.

"I'll drown him in Tekla's beer one day, you'll see." You fumed at Randvi as you watched with narrowed eyes your brother’s leave.

Randvi laughed hearing this, and patted your shoulder. "Don't be so angry with him, he really only wants good for you." She said apologetically, voice full with kindness.

"His desire for good crushes me. He suffocates me with his fear. No one could live that way." You answered defiantly, speaking from your heart. When will the moment finally come when you can live your life for yourself and no one else?

You sighed dejectedly, then lifted the wooden bucket to your side again. "..I'd better reload this." You muttered, then waved goodbye to Randvi and turned back towards the water.

It seemed to be a long day ahead of you.

That night you felt like all the joy had been drained from you. Despite the feast, time passed grimly. Despite the music, singing and celebration, you couldn't cheer up - the meat felt tasteless in your mouth.

Since what happened in the morning, you didn't even want to see your brother, specifically for that reason you went to the other side of the longhouse, where you won't even accidentally come under Eivor's watchful eye.

You wondered what you should do to make your brother's overbearing subside.

"Is this seat up to take?" A question came to you behind your back. At first it crossed your mind that it could just be Eivor, that he can't even leave you alone while eating, but then you realized that the voice asking the question sounded much softer than your brother's thunderous one.

You turned around and found yourself facing Hytham's slender figure. He wore his usual white caftan, but now the hood did not cover his lush brown curls. In the darkness, the light of the fire showed a deep brown iris of warm honey, his skin golden from the dancing embers.

It was as if the summer night itself was standing before you.

"For you I am gladly saying yes." You smiled with relief, motioning for him to take the seat beside you.

With a chuckle Hytham took a seat beside you and as he was settling, his shoulder and elbow rubbed against yours.

"Oh, sorry!" He gasped in fright, immediately pulling away from you, offering a decent distance.

"Ah, don't even worry about it." You waved it away, turning to him. "And what's new in the office? Have you found anything recently with… Eivor, that would advance your research?" You asked, leaning on your elbows.

Hytham shone a timid smile towards you, shaking his head.

"I'm afraid I can't give you exciting news, there haven't been any new leads for weeks. Eivor has been too busy lately, taking care of the clan's affairs with the surrounding allies, to be thinking about that right now."

Pursing your lips, you pondered; your attention falling on the beer mug in your hand, you didn't even have time to notice the warm, longing look with which Hytham stole a glance at you.

You couldn't notice it - but Basim did; from across, beside the fire.

"And if I helped instead of Eivor? Trust me, I'm just as good at tracking as he is!" It came out of your mouth suddenly. The thought that you could finally break away from the prohibitions of your brother, from the small life of the settlement, had an invigorating effect on your soul.

"Uh…well…I don't know." Hytham was suddenly speechless, fidgeting shyly, glancing around the hall. "I don't think your brother would be happy if I took you."

"Eivor would only be happy if I was sitting on the shelf in his room until Ragnarök." You rolled your eyes, poking at your brother in annoyance. "Please Hytham! I promise I'll be of use to you!" Leaning closer to him, you betted your eyelashes so sweetly, gazing up at him in the hope that his heart softens for your request.

But Hytham's heart no longer needed cunning tricks to seduce him.

An indescribable force has drawn him to you since his arrival in the North. The man stood mesmerized by your beauty and as the months went by, as he got to know your pure soul, bright mind, and sharp tongue more and more, he grew a great passion for your person.

Young fierce love or it was a heart-wrenching, bittersweet yearning; he didn't know yet – Hytham was only certain of this: that your nearness filled him with hope and happiness.

And that was enough for him.

"I— I can Basim when he might not need my help, and if he releases me, we can go…if you really want to, of course." He agreed with a warm smile on his face.

Sheepishness filled you under his penetrating gaze – your heart pounded, and slowly the heat of the fire seemed cold compared to the warmth of your skin, as you could only look at your mug while blushing.

When did the young man from the far east start to interest you? When did you notice his charming smile and delightful gaze? How many times have you melted by his eloquence, gentle speech, patience or care? Why did you feel you could never tell Hytham this, because of Eivor? That your brother would definitely stand in your way, even if only for a spark of happiness.

Perhaps better at rest; to live unchanged; as in shame and regret.

"So be it, Hytham." You agreed, now in a much more subdued tone. "If you have come to an agreement with Basim, please tell me immediately!" You promised him as he bowed in agreement.

Maybe you were given a chance for a way out after all. Maybe you'll finally manage to break free from your brother's wings. Maybe if you start on this unknown path, you can find yourself in someone else's arms.

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author-morgan · 2 years

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Eivor has really started grow on me (honestly that boy is 🥵 - could I ask for a Eivor/reader where the reader misinterprets a moment between Eivor and Randvi and gets upset, thank you 😊

here you go! sorry it took so long. I'm finally getting caught up on everything. hope you like it! as always, @mrsragnarlodbrok helped develop the plot. m!Eivor x fem!Reader

“DO YOU EVER miss Norway?” Ceolbert asks, untangling his fishing line. The young ætheling has been in Ravensthorpe for no less than a full moon’s cycle. He’s good company —eager to help and learn under your and Randvi’s tutelage. The River Nene burbles past the growing settlement, flowing out to the sea. A fish takes the bait, a piece of three-day-old bread, and you start hauling in the line. A small perch is on the hook, too small to worry with. You free the fish and let it back into the river, searching for a larger catch to add to the evening’s pot of stew.

“At times,” you answer —knowing you miss the snowcapped peaks, the winter lights dancing in the sky, and the pink-purple sunrises most of all. England is not so poor a substitute, with green rolling hills, pale sea cliffs, and the lonely ruins of a once-great civilization. “But all my friends and those who I love is here now” —you smile— “what more could I ask for than to be among them?” And for you, home will always be where they are, regardless of where in the world you may lay your head to sleep. Though, of late, Ravensthorpe has felt a little less like home with Sigurd and Eivor gone so often.

Ceolbert echoes your smile. He’s heard stories from Eivor and his brother about you, and now that he’s grown to know you, he realizes none of them held any embellishments. Despite only being a handful of years older than him, there is already a dignified shrewdness surrounding you, especially when compared to his compatriots. You’ve already taught him a great deal, and he’s eager to learn more. “Eivor often spoke of your wisdom,” he notes.

“So,” you muse, “he does listen.” The young ætheling laughs and starts pulling in a decent size brown trout to add to the basket. You often cursed Eivor for his stubbornness and how it seems he often disregards your counsel in favor of the more reckless options, but it does soothe your heart to know he remembers your words —even if he does not listen. There’s a tug on your line, and you begin to pull in the catch, a bullhead just the right size to join the evening pot.

A familiar squawk draws your attention to the sky —a raven circles above before diving down, eager to make off with a small fish or two from the basket. But you know the raven and his oil-slick colored feathers, and instead of making off with one of your daily catches, he settles on your shoulder and begins to preen his belly. “Hello, Sýnin,” you greet, offering one of the bait worms as a snack. Casting your line out into the river again, you wait for another fish to bite; knowing where Sýnin goes, Eivor will not be far behind. But until then, it feels like time has slowed.

You spot the sails emblazoned with the Raven Clan’s sigil coming around one of the river's bends, and Ceolbert notices how you seem to light up —and your smile when you first spot Eivor Wolfsmal standing at the prowl. The ætheling takes your fishing line and the basket holding the day’s catch and starts back toward the heart of the settlement as you make your way to the docks.

“Eivor!” He steps from the longship, not sparing a moment before engulfing you in his arms. You press your face into his scarred neck and breathe a long sigh —now Ravensthorpe feels like home again. Eivor’s lips brush against your temple before he parts, keeping you close at his side as the others unburden the longship with goods and supplies. “How did you get on in East Anglia?” This journey was not planned, but one made in haste after Rued’s Clan attacked in the night, an offense he could not let stand.

He drapes his arm over your shoulders. “The Raven Clan has new friends,” Eivor tells you. Oswald is an unlikely ally for sure, but one who will answer the call should it ever sound.

“That is good to hear” —you smile. “We must celebrate,” you tell him, knowing the people would want to hear of his tales, just as they had when he returned from treating with the Sons of Ragnar. The thought of readying a feast sets your mind racing with a long list of chores.

Eivor shakes his head and steps in front of you. He settles his hands on your cheeks, thumbs running over your cheekbones. It nigh stops your heart, and then he smiles. “Ah,” Eivor sighs, “seeing you once more is enough for me.” He steps closer and bends at the waist, pressing his lips —cracked and wind-chapped— to your forehead. And he’s home again.

RAVENSTHORPE FEASTS IN celebration. It is good to have new friends —new allies in what would be a hostile land. The evening passes with boisterous tales of battle, roast boar, and Tekla’s mead. It is good to have everyone, save Sigurd, present once more too. You sit back, leaning against one of the great wooden pillars of the longhouse, and let out a long and tired sigh, wondering how much longer it would be before you end up like Revna beside you —slumped over on the table and fast asleep.

Nigh everyone is far enough into their tankards and ale horns for the night that they will not notice Eivor’s absence. His gaze flits around the longhouse, finding you sitting at the far end with Sýnin perched on your shoulder. The raven croaks at his approach and ruffles his feathers. You look up at Eivor and smile —and his heart swells and flutters with the sight. Sýnin hops from your shoulder to Eivor’s then settles in the rafters above.

“Come with me,” he whispers at your ear, offering his hand. His fingers curl around yours when you place your hand into his, and you only hope the warmth rising to your cheeks can be blamed on the mead.

Eivor leads you to the waterfall just behind the longhouse. It’s one of your favorite spots to come in the settlement —the constant rush of the water is enough to soothe your heart and mind, and the rippling pool has served as a place you often frequent to reflect.

Tonight, a full moon turns the water silver. Eivor eases his hand from yours and reaches behind him, pulling out a small earthen vase with a piece of fabric stretched over the opening. He pulls back the fabric, and a dozen little insects take flight toward the water —lighting up with a yellow-green glow. “They’re called fireflies,” Eivor explains, extending his hand over the water’s edge. One of the sparking bugs lands in his palm, and he reaches for your hand, letting the firefly crawl from his hand to yours.

You watch the bright flashes of light —like tiny stars— and smile, yet another wonder of England. “How lovely,” you muse aloud, holding your hand out for the firefly to rejoin its brethren. They flutter around the waterfall, twinkling in the night. You sit, and Eivor sits next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours —it sets your heart aflutter, but you gather the courage and lean your head on his shoulder. Instinctively, Eivor wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close to his side. “Can I expect you to stay a while this time?” You ask, hoping he will not have to leave again so quickly.

He shifts and presses his cheek to the crown of your head. “Until Sigurd sends for me,” Eivor tells you, watching the fireflies flit around above.

IT’S ONLY TWO days after his return that you see Eivor and Randvi ride from Ravensthorpe in the early hours of the morn. Seeing him go without a word makes your heart fall. It isn’t like Eivor to go off without telling you, and given one of the late-night conversations you’d had with Randvi in Sigurd’s absence —well, you refuse to dwell on the thoughts. Ceolbert leaves the stables from helping Rowan when he sees you approach, crestfallen though you try to hide it. “Did they say where they’re going?” You ask, looking toward the east and the direction Eivor and Randvi had gone.

“Grantebridge,” Ceolbert answers, still unsure why they were going there unless Soma had sent a message —but you nor anyone else had mentioned receiving anything from the jarlskona. He looks between you and the morning sky and tries to think of something that might help cheer you up. “There’s an orchard to the north,” the ætheling supplements, hoping he can help remedy the crushing waves of despondency which have overtaken you so quickly. “Perhaps we could go?” He asks. “It’s only a short ride.”

You smile, and Ceolbert can see it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Very well,” you agree. Rowan helps saddle two horses —one speckled and one chestnut— and the two of you ride out before midday. It’s a slow and steady ride across the hills and rivers to the orchard just south of Ledecestre. A bramble of unkempt trees heavy with green-red apples too tart to eat raw but good for stewing and baking. It’s easy to fill two small sacks, just enough for Tarben to make a pie or two.

Ceolbert secures his sack of apples to his saddle and pulls himself back into the saddle as you do so, starting back to Ravensthorpe. The ætheling asks about a story from childhood that Eivor told him at the feast —he’d fallen from the roof of the longhouse in Fornburg and on his arse, right in front of you, only you’d been carrying a basket of deer offal.

The memory makes you smile and laugh, the first time you’ve genuinely done so today. You dropped the basket in surprise —it landed on Eivor, spilling guts and blood over him. It took several washes to clean the stench from his clothes and hair. Ceolbert glance at you and smiles too, and from the fondness in your voice, he thinks it’s obvious. “You love him, don’t you?”

Yes, but for some reason, you struggle to say it aloud, Regardless, Ceolbert can tell, and despite what you may think, he believes Eivor loves you too —if only you could both see it. You look ahead at the winding road, wishing to change the subject away from your feelings, away from Eivor. “They say Ivarr the Boneless was also your mentor.” You’ve heard stories of Ivarr Ragnarsson from other Northmen and Saxons alike, part of you envies Eivor and Sigurd for getting to meet the renowned Sons of Ragnar —let alone being able to call them friends. Ceolbert nods. “Will you tell me about him?” He nods and weaves a tale of his time with Ivarr, helping distract you from the woes of life.

The sun is close to setting when you and Ceolbert return to the stables of Ravensthorpe, passing off your horses to Rowan. “I’ll have Tarben make us a pie,” you tell the boy, collecting the small sacks of apples to take to the bakery. But hooves thud, fast approaching —Eivor and Randvi have returned. You do not stay to greet them, quickly slipping away.

“Ceolbert,” Eivor greets, leading his dark mount back into one of the stalls. “Where is…” his voice trails off as he turns to look for you, wondering where you’d gone.

“She was here a moment ago,” Ceolbert says, turning to look around the stables, but you’re already gone, and so is Eivor when he turns back.

EIVOR FINDS YOU sitting beneath one of the great trees near Valka’s hut —knees pulled up to your chest as your look over the ripping pool of water. He kneels in front of you and reaches out, rough fingertips brushing along your jaw to gently lift your chin and gaze. Tearstains are not the sight he wishes to see. Eivor frowns, brushing away the dampness under your eyes with his thumb. “Why are you crying?” You do not answer. “Has something happened?” He asks, unsure what could cause this bout —just last night, you and he were both laughing and drinking without care.

“I am not sure,” you admit. It's heartbreak and a tinge of betrayal. With his return, you had thought, had hoped, but it seems it’s only foolish and childish wishes. You meet his gaze, clear and blue like the sky, and feel a lump grow in your throat. Sýnin croaks from the branches above —the raven has refused to let you be alone since he first perched on your knee and dropped a smooth river pebble in your lap after finding you so distraught. The raven croaks again, and Eivor’s eyes flit up to see a pair of beady dark eyes staring down at him. Sýnin takes your side in whatever quarrel this may be.

His frown deepens. “You can tell me anything,” Eivor breathes. You’re his best friend —have been since the two of you were children all those years ago.

But I can’t, you think, not wanting to risk a lifelong friendship over a dream. You inhale shakily and shake your head, pushing his hands away. “I need a moment, is all.” It’s a trembling whisper, and Eivor does not want to leave you in this state, but he relents, knowing nothing good will come of forced words. You always gave him time and space when asked for it; the least he can do is offer the same. He sighs and stands, hesitant to leave —a look back, and he sees Sýnin swoop down and perch on your shoulder, offering a golden oak leaf.

Eivor goes to the longhouse and grabs an empty cup, filling it from the cask of ale before taking a seat at the table across from Ceolbert —picking at a hunk of bread and slab of pickled fish. “Do you know what’s upset her?” He asks the ætheling, thinking the boy might know given the time he’s spent under your guidance.

“I” —Ceolbert looks down into his cup of ale. He didn’t think it would be difficult for Eivor to figure out. Almost all of Ravensthorpe knows. Everyone but him. Ceolbert frowns. “I do not think it is my place to say,” he tells Eivor.

It feels like Thor has brought Mjölnir down upon his chest when the realization hits him —and suddenly, everything makes sense now, or at least he thinks it does. Eivor feels his heart clench, then fall into the pit of his stomach, and all he can say is a soft, nigh inaudible: “oh.”

IT’S ONLY A short ride to the south, near the border of Grantebridgescire, but Eivor convinces you to go with him even in the dead of night. He cannot bear the thought of you being upset —let alone upset with him. You’re quiet, unusually so, but when he pulls the reigns of his horse to a stop by the edge of the mire, you gasp —albeit softly. Skirting over the still surface of the water and into the air are hundreds of fireflies, all flashing and twinkling like little stars come to settle in the darkness. He dismounts and helps you down too. “There are so many,” you breathe, smiling.

Eivor stands behind you, his hands settling on your waist, chin resting on your shoulder to watch the fireflies with you. But the closeness and how your heart begins to ache and beat quicker, it’s too much to bear after today. You shake your head and step away from him, feeling dampness prick at your eyes again. “I wish you would not play so carelessly with my heart, Eivor,” you tell him, hugging yourself.

“It’s not careless,” he whispers, gently pulling you back to him. Eivor takes your hands, his gaze drawn downward to see how perfectly your hand fits in his —as though the gods always meant for the two of you to be together. And then he looks at you, eyes shining in the moonlight, glimmering with the reflection of fireflies flitting around his head and yours.

It makes your breath catch —how he looks at you. How he’s always looked at you. “You’ve always been at my side,” he tells you. It’s the truth, even when he was a boy and at odds with Sigurd, you were there —you were always there, and he’s been a fool not to tell you sooner. “It’s only ever been you.” Eivor lets your hands go but is quick to take your face into his hands, thumbs brushing over your cheeks with gentle reverence.

“I love you.” But he gives you no time to respond or react even as one of his hands slips back into your hair and he leans forward. Eivor’s lips find your own. His kiss is everything you’ve dreamt of and more —a sweet paradox with his rough but gentle lips and the tickle of his golden beard.

He pulls away too soon but only to watch the soft smile overtake your lips. You comb your fingers through his beard and lean toward him, arms draping over his shoulders, fingers locking at the nape of his neck. You kiss him back, and he wraps his arms around your middle, keeping you close to him —where he had always kept you in his heart.

“Ek ann þér,” you breathe against his lips, and a weight lifts from your heart at finally being able to tell him. You can feel his lips twitch into a smile against your own. When you part, it’s to turn back to watch the fireflies, and now Eivor’s arms are around your middle, his nose nuzzled into your neck. You lean back into him and sigh, almost thinking this is all a dream, but Sýnin’s low croak from the trees above is enough to assure you it’s real.

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years

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Hi Your stories are wonderful! Can you write Lesbian Kassandra x Eivor x Randvi? NSFW eating out and....

My requests are currently closed and I only write reader-inserts. Sorry.

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pixievi · 2 years

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Can u do a not sexual sub eivor and dom randvi?

Requests are closed at the moment! And I only do reader inserts 💕 Thank you for the request tho x

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agoracactus · 3 years

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AC Valhalla x Reader - Real Life AU Headcanon

happy new year yall! hope whoever’s reading this is having a good day / weekends!

if theres anyone u wanna see let me know!

Warnings: lack of proofread

update: idk why it took me so long to add Vili on the list i mean, c’mon

Eivor

She's a big woman. Tall, fit, tough looking with broad shoulders, intimidating. However she's the softest between the both of you.

You love watching rom-com with her, because it makes her cry all the time. She always tries to hide it at first, then would give up and turn into a sobbing mess. She’s definitely the more emotional one.

People assume that she's a bouncer or a bodyguard or perhaps a member / leader of a mob. But really she's a business consultant, and a damn good one. Though sometimes you do wonder if her clients are terrified of her, or if she bullies her clients into doing better business.

Was a wild child, running in the woods climbing trees and catching fish with her bare hands all the time. Claimed that she fought a pack of wolves when she was little, which got her the scars. Later confirmed by her stepbrother Sigurd, that the "wolves" were in fact, 3 stray dogs. She's still proud of her glorious fight and keeps telling people that she has fought wolves.

A huge fan of MMA. She thought about getting into it when she was younger, and still thinks she could if she quit the consultant job.

Goes to the gym every morning, and would bring back coffee for you after training. If she doesn't feel like going to the gym, she'd work out at home and make breakfast.

She loves cakes. It was something she kept as a secret, when you first got together. After you found out you bake her a cake every year for her birthday.

Mostly work from home, and could work anywhere in the house. Meaning she works from the bed to the living room to the backyard. She does have a home office, but she rarely uses it, for “it confines her”. After you moved in, it became your workspace. Then she'd (not so) subtly annoy you out of the office and go sit with her.

When she’s in the work mode nothing could break that focus of hers. Sometimes you’d have to grab the laptop from her so she knows it’s time to eat. But it also means that you could stare at her intensely when she works. Which you love.

She usually wears comfortable sporty clothes. When she needs to go out for work she wears more fashionable business suits, which in your opinion, is super sexy.

You met at a business cocktail party, you spotted her in the crowd when you were bored to death and wanted out. She was with some big CEOs, casually talking and laughing, with a glass of wine in hand. She was in a black short sleeve dress with pointy shoulders, a deep neck and a slit that ran up almost to her bum--- later she told you it’s to attract men’s attention, so she has more advantage. She had her wavy blonde hair on one side, dark eye shadow, and burgundy red lips. It was obviously love at first sight. Later that night she came and talked to your boss, and exchanged business cards with you, that’s how your relationship started. She told you later in your relationship that she noticed you first, and that she thought you were adorable looking anxious and bored in the corner.

She usually wears her hair in a side braid, sometimes you’d want to braid her hair and she’d let you.

She spoils you. You felt like a child around her all the time, but you don’t mind. She surely doesn’t.

She loves drinking, but she’s not very good at it. Meaning she gets drunk and brings chaos everywhere and forgets about everything the next day. You worried about her safety when she’s drunk, for no one could stop her from doing anything she wants. Once you got mad and stormed off, didn’t come home all night. After that she never let herself get uncontrollable, even when Sigurd comes to visit.

She was adopted, and even though her stepfather and stepbrother love her very much, she struggles with the sense of belonging. It was when she’s with you that she felt she was finally home.

You asked her step family for pictures of her parents (her stepfather was her parents’ best friend). And you framed the one with her blowing off the candles on a cake, and her parents smiling beside her. She got emotional when you gifted it to her.

The picture is now hung on the wall where people could see it when they first enter the house. Next to the photo of you two laughing together, taken from the first holiday you spent together oversea.

Although she’s very capable in her career and social life, she’s a complete freshman in life. Her place was a mess before you moved in. After you moved in together, you taught her how to do laundry and dishes, now she’s able to help out with the chores.

Basim Ibn Ishaq

Definitely a yandere. But he doesn’t show it. He's the type of guy who your friends and families would approve first time meeting him, but after some time they'd start worrying about your safety. He'd never hurt you though, not without your consent.

Gives out this serial killer, sociopath vibe. Very charming, but has a pair of cold eyes, like he knows everything and he cares about nothing. Those eyes only warm up when you are around. But you’re not aware of it.

A professor of history of art and architecture, and has two PhDs, one in history and one in architecture. The smartest man you know.

People either wanna sleep with him or is scared of him. Receives love notes in his office mailbox all the time, sometimes he gets the dark and dangerous notes, but he doesn’t care. You suspected that he knows who these notes were from, and is secretly enjoying the attention.

Had one marriage, and another relationship--- that got him divorced and dumped. Has 5 kids. He only visits them from time to time. His exes didn’t like him around the kids so much. Which hurts you, for you know how much he cares about his children.

His exes actually like you and feel more comfortable with you around their kids than just him alone. It really feels like you got two older sisters and Basim is the boyfriend they judge all the time.

You are younger than him, and you feel insecure all the time. For he is popular among his students and co workers, and has a history of cheating. However he thinks you being jealous is cute, and is scared of letting you know what really is going on in his mind. It would take him a long time before telling you how much he cares about you and how scared he is to lose you.

Dark academia is his dress code. And he looks so sexy in a turtle neck that you think it exists just for him.

He always makes sure he is well kept even at home. What you don't know is, when you are not there, either going home visiting your family or going on a vacation with friends, he becomes a caveman. You’d walk in on him one day--- if you decided to surprise him and got home earlier than planned--- in his PJs, wrapped in your favorite blanket with a bowl of popcorns, watching the show you wouldn’t shut up about in the dark.

Very romantic. He remembers all the important days and would always plan ahead. Spoils you with presents, although you told him many times that you don’t care about material stuff.

The truth is, he is scared that you would leave him like his exes, and he knows he can’t bare to lose you. Giving presents is the only way he knows how to keep people around. You would need to have a lot of conversations with him to help him get over his fear.

Didn’t need glasses, but as he’s getting older he started to notice his sight getting more blurry. It took you months before he let you drag him to the optometrist and get him a pair of gold rim glasses.

Great with the chores, even gave you some tips on how to clean better.

Of course he tells dad jokes, but only when he's around people he trusts. Meaning you, and his kids. Sometimes you wonder why the smartest man in the world tells the lamest joke.

He stuck pictures of his children on the wall of his office at school (cuz there r so many and he doesn't have enough space on his desk), and has the pictures at the ready on his phone so he can show them to anyone. However he has your picture on his desk right in front of him, and as his phone home screen.

Vili Hemmingson

He is a relatively renowned interior designer, has quite a few clients who are celebrities.

Part of his reputation comes from being the son of the founder of a huge real estate firm, but he secretly doesn’t like people bringing that up.

He started his interior design career when he was “young” and wanted to get away from his father’s shadow. But he loves and respects his father very much.

Looks like a playboy, especially with his sleeves rolling up to his elbow, showing the fully tattooed muscular arms, casually sticking his hands in the pockets of his white washed jeans, with the front of his shirt slightly unbuttoned, smug face with a smirk and a pair of expensive looking sunglasses. Who wears sunglasses indoors at a pub?

He came up to you, hoping he could get your number while making small talk. The conversation was so awkward that you thought he was messing with you. Your friend slipped him your number when you made an escape to the bathroom.

He's an ass when he's with people he likes, always teasing and bullying you, to the point that you sometime would secretly questioning if he really likes you, eventhough you enjoy having these flirtatious banters with him.

After some time into your relationship, he drunkly admitted that he teases you so you won't notice how nervous he is all the time when he's with you.

You two bicker a lot, and would pull small pranks on each other, like some stupid kids.

For a while you were jealous of his childhood best friend, Evior, because of your own insecurities. They are both successful and really good-looking, when they stand together they look like a power couple. It’s hard not to think about how your relationship seems so childish seeing them being at a casual business gathering, with people asking when they are going to get married.

But then his eyes would meet yours, the polite smile for business occasions would melt into a warm, heartfelt one. He’d leave whatever conversation he was having, come to you with a peck on your lips, and introduce you to his companions with his arm around your waist.

Not the most thoughtful guy, sometimes he forgets about anniversaries or even your birthday, sometimes he neglects you and buried himself in work, sometimes he walks too fast when you’re on your period and is in pain... but once he realized that you were upset, he would make it up to you at least ten times in return.

You get why Vili is the way he is when meeting with his father, Hemming. He is a very warm man, cares deeply for his son. Not in his best health for him working too hard starting his company years ago, now he entrusts the company to their family friend Trygve and is living his best retirement life.

Hemming would invite his son to a fishing trip, Vili would decline thinking it’s too boring, Hemming would then invite you, you (enjoy spending time with this lovely old man) would agree, Vili would then get jealous about you two spending time together without him and come joining the trip “unwillingly” (he’d put his bag that he packed behind your back into the back of the trunk and snatch the keys out of your hand while mumbling that he’d drive your there, and never leave once you’re there). Happens all the time without fail.

Plays guitar. You learned from his father that he was in a high school band back in his emo days. You teased him profusely for that.

He sang for you for your one year anniversary. He's a really good singer, but you decided not to tell him, otherwise you'd have to put up with his cockiness for the next few weeks.

Sigurd

A freelance photographer / reporter / column writer / blogger. Travels all around the world. In fact he couldn't stay in one place for too long, or it'd drive him crazy.

Had a short marriage with Randvi. Their parents are very good friends and set them up with each other. They broke up mostly because Sigurd travels too much and Randvi was insecure. Then the love quickly died out. They are however, in good terms.

Has dark skin due to how much time he spends outdoor, and his clothes always seem somehow dirty and patchy. You made him keep a set of clean clothes at home so he doesn't look like a homeless person when you are out having a date night.

Can talk himself out of anything. Knows how to deal with people and how to win over their hearts.

When you first met you thought he's a little prick who's full of themselves. After a few talks you realized he actually has a heart of gold, and all his brags are actually unintentional.

He would call you every day when he’s not there with you, asking how you’re doing.

You receive postcards from all over the world, sometimes it’s the picture Sigurd took himself. He’d write love notes behind them and they always warm your heart, making the time without him a little bit easier. You stick the postcards on the wall and it basically serves as your wallpaper.

You live close to Eivor, Sigurd’s step sister’s place. Sometimes you’d visit her and help with the house chores, making sure she’s not dying in a burning house or drowning in the aftermath of her laundry.

Sometimes when you miss him too much, you invite yourself to Eivor’s place. As long as you brought enough booze, she’d be happy to welcome you in anytime. She treats you like family and you’re glad that you have her approval, you two are like siblings now.

When Sigurd finally comes home, he’d bring you all sorts of trinkets from his travel. In fact, half of his luggage is filled with presents for you. You tried to persuade him not to buy you so many gifts, but also think it’s super sweet that he bought everything that reminds him of you on his travel.

Your place is filled with things he brought back, the interior design is all over the place. It was a bit annoying at first, then one day he told you--- half drunk--- that he wanted to travel with you but couldn’t, so he brought the world to you.

When you can finally work out your schedule and go on a short vacation with him, he was over the moon. He won’t let you do any prior research or decide where to travel to. He planned everything in detail, even pulled a few late nighters to ‘refine’ the plan. You did have a blast, but you did talk to him and ask him to plan the trip together with you next time.

You have a scrapbook dedicated to his work, collecting all his articles and photographs, sometimes you write down some of your thoughts at the side. You keep it a secret though, you know that this would feed his ego and it would probably pain the others.

He is secretly planning to find a job that allows him to stay with you, finally ready to settle down. As you are planning to quit your job and travel with him. Eventually you two would find out about each other’s plan, and work things out in the best way possible.

Randvi

Currently studying for her PhD in Politics. Wants to be an ambassador.

Is friendly with her ex-husband, Sigurd. He and his family often invite you over for the holidays. You made quite a few friends due to that.

A terrible cook. She tried, she really did. But eventually you both agree that it’s better that she leave the cooking to you.

Giving out a big sister / mom vibe. Always takes care of other people around her. Often asking if you’re eating properly, if you’re wearing enough etc. Others assume that you are younger than her when in fact it��s the other way around.

Sometimes you’d have to remind her to take a break from all her studying, and take her out on a car ride. She would resist at first, but once she got outside you would have to physically drag her home.

When she’s with you is when she could really relax and be herself. She’d show the younger, naive side of herself. You enjoy being the special one. Although you do realize that she is also relaxed when she’s drunk at the family events at Sigurd’s place, when she’s with Eivor, and it makes you a little jealous. What you don’t know is, she’d never let herself get drunk when you’re not around.

Always trying to act tough, and she is one strong and independent woman. You do wish she can lean on you a bit more, and is worried about if she’s hiding her stress and worries from you. After some time into your relationship you noticed she started to loosen up around you, and would share more about her thoughts, which made you very happy. You are confident that you’d be able to tear down that steel wall of hers in the near future.

Has a terrible sense of direction, and is actually terrible with maps. You think it’s adorable when she tries to work out where she’s at using a GPS. She always blames it on the GPS. You think if you leave her in the parking lot of the grocery shop you go to all the time, she’d never be able to leave.

You both really like animals, but she’s allergic to fur. You wonder if you could find a brand of dog or cat she won’t be allergic to, but is also scared to try. On the other hand, she is secretly getting her allergy tested, so she could get you a pet for your birthday.

Do not have a clue about how to dress fashionably. Lives in blue or grey jumper all seasons. When you two just started dating, she got insecure and desperately tried to learn how to do make-up --- only to fail miserably. You introduced her to some simple makeup and assured her that she’s perfect the way she is. You slowly build her confidence back up after some time.

Needs thick glasses or she’s blind, for she often studies in dim light. She wears contact lenses because she hates how the thick glasses make her eyes look smaller. She only wears them when she’s at home, and when she’s absolutely sure no one would see her in those that day.

You love giving her different pet names. She always has a reaction--- blushing, stuttering, avoiding eye contact etc.--- towards your creative name of choice. And you made it your goal to think of a new one every month, just to see her being surprised and flustered.

You enjoy spending your time together in silence. With her at her desk writing her essays, and you by the window reading a book. Sometimes she’d read a sentence out loud and ask about your opinion, sometimes you read the line in your book to share it with her.

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the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon · 3 years

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• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Warnings: mature content, sapphic love, nudity.

a sapphire for your heart, part IX.

The gods' blessings were on Randvi’s lips;

she burned them deep into your skin,

again and again…

Your head fell back in sweet surrender as that sensual, plump mouth glided down your throat, following the delicate path of your collarbones. Though her pace was torturous and slow, she effortlessly ignited erotic needs within you which made you wildly seek her ardent touch.

“Randvi…”

You implored. The way her name rolled off your lips made her shudder with excitement as she lowered her strong, voluptuous body atop of yours. Ravenously, you locked your arms around her waist and arched up into her plush chest. Skin on skin.

Velour fingers dug deep into your core, though they were careful with your tender layers. Erotic nectar made their penetrative caresses fluctuate easier, back and forth, building a steady rhythm which left you tense and breathless. Randvi was beyond skilled at pleasing another woman. Her masterful hand had mapped your vulva, putting soft pressure on your aroused folds as she teased your inner erogenous zones. Waves of intense pleasure shook your body with each perfect stroke of her sturdy fingers deep within, each beckoning curl and strong thrust finding your g-spot with ease.

Your shaking palms spread over her beautiful Viking shoulders and magnificent back. Inebriated with arousal, you nearly cut her flesh open with your nails as you clutched and grabbed onto her well-defined muscles. Oh, how you wished to roll your hips into her heavenly touch, to selfishly ride your way towards that burning climax; yet there was only so far you could move beneath her strong, pinning hold. She knew how to pleasure you all too well.

Low grunts left her heated throat as you drew angry red marks on her skin; immediately, you soothed them with slow caresses from the small of her back up to her glorious arms. Firm muscles tensed, anticipating sensual touches which you gladly offered. Your dainty fingers dug into the valleys of her upper arms, slowly massaging, only to glide up along perfect tattoos to the strong curve of her throat. Her pulse was wild, blood rushing with arousal in her veins, very much like your own. You caressed the back of her neck with trembling fingertips which soon got lost in her beautiful, auburn mane. Guided by your tightening grip, she lifted her head to meet your amorous gaze.

Love's embers burned within her eyes, putting the whole universe to shame. You were simply ravished by the way she looked at you in those moments of complete surrender; she drew closer with lips pursed, ready to pull your soft mouth into another dance of carnal passion. Erotic cries quietly escaped your untamed kiss as she drew out your bliss, diving in deeper. Softly rolling her thumb over your sensitive clit with each fleshy twist and curl of her skilled fingers. Delirious with pleasure, you clutched russet locks in your trembling hands. Your orgasm erupted in deep waves which seemed to last for long moments on end, and each wave crashed down on you more intensely, burying you deeper. Randvi kept her warm palm cupped over your sensitive vulva as you shivered from head to toe and pulsed around her fingers.

This must’ve been Heaven.

The faintest touch of her thumb over your sweet jewel earned a pained groan from your quivering lips, and yet her torturous caresses only intensified your arousal. A smile bloomed across your features as the euphoria of sex settled in your bones. Randvi’s gaze lingered on your sweet lips, returning that little drop of joy. You became lost within each other’s eyes as your savored that moment. She ran the back of her fingers along your brow, pushing away rebellious strands of hair which stuck to your forehead in small beads of sweat. Even though you were thoroughly satisfied by her miraculous hands, your greedy hunger for her wasn’t quenched.

Tangled into each other’s arms, you rolled along the bed of grass, kissing hard between soft fits of laughter. You had her where you’d only dreamt her to be; nude and spread among wild forest flowers beneath yourself, in all of her glorious, enthralling beauty. With palms spread wide, you generously touched her plump chest, helplessly in love with every scar and flawless tattoo embedded in her pallid skin. And heavens, she felt so good… From the plush hills of her womanly mounds to the rough edges of her well-defined abdomen. She was a Viking in deed, but a bewitching one, leaving no room for anything but a natural desire to worship.

“You’ve got a look… as if you’re ready to devour me with your eyes.”

Randvi whispered as she caught your hips in an iron grip. You smiled, leaning closer, closer, until the tip of your nose touched her flushed cheek tenderly.

“Oh… I’d rather use my mouth to do that…”

You murmured.

- To be continued…

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faithful traitor

Randvi x f!reader 🌿

[ unedited & not proof read. Very self indulgent so I had little care on if it even reads well tbh. but if someones enjoys it then Id be happy to know that ]

explicit || themes of toxic possessiveness and perhaps slight voyeurism I think?

around 4.5 k words. idk what happened. I had a lot to say I guess

-MDI-

to lust after the jarls wife is something rightfully frowned upon but a heart is not a thing you can control.

oh especially you…

you certainly couldn’t…

You once ran into her enjoying the chil morning air in the cold lake waters by a waterfall. It seemed that things deemed dangerous came like second nature to her. She wasn't afraid of catching a cold and she understood the elements of nature well enough to bathe without a care in the world

her red hair stood out like fire in the midst of blues and you stared minutes longer than intended.

she turned and smiled at you

“You are one of Eivors drengr. Come. keep me some company”

Hesitant you took off your furs and armor staying in your undergarments and joined her in the lake telling her tales of your raids, praising Eivor and SIgurd and trying to figure out if she was trying to find out your faithfulness to the clan

She seemed amused by your demeanor but didn’t try to lead the conversation anywhere. Left you wondering and speaking of anything and everything until it was finally time for you two to part ways.

The second time it was her catching you resting in the lake and while at first you got up to leave her you settled for offering her to join you which she gladly did.

It was the first time you saw her hair unbraided and her eyes dimmer. The days locked up in the map room seemed to be eating away at her.

“Tell me, what is it like out there? Beyond these fields and mountains?”

“It's a beautiful place, wild and full of nature…” You trailed on and she sat on a rock close to you braiding her hair which led you to see how calloused her hands were. Small scratches coated them and as your eyes trailed further up her arms you questioned her muscles and dips.

“You fell quiet so suddenly. Something’s troubling you?” She asked and you reached out and held her hand “I’m curious how someone who claims to have never left these fields could have hands that were crafted from adventures and training. If anything I’d be interested to know about your story”

And now it was her turn to fall silent only her eyes seemed to have regained a spark, a light you were certain you have never seen in her.

Ever since then Randvi always kept you close, lucky encounters turned to scheduled ones and you were often courting her to meetings and daily tasks. Everyone seemed oblivious to your closeness, No one questioned how she eagerly waited for your arrival after every raid or how every time you had a gift for her. No…everyone just brushed it off as you being “Randvis Drengr”

——- 1 ———

“Let's go back to the longship!” you heard Eivor call and you grabbed the last of what you could before grabbing your axe and heading back to the ship. She was ready to take command when you and few other soldiers jumped and took off

Oh, you came with good news today. You were excited to tell Randvi. With today's gains you could perhaps build Valkas hut and maybe a fishing line

“Many thoughts running through your mind. You thinking of how to impress the Jarlskona ?”

thrown off guard by eivors raspy voice you turned to look at her

“aren't we all?” you tried joking but she gave you a knowing look being well aware of your feelings for the woman.

one night when you both were drunk on ale and wouldn't stop yawping she shared her pain with you.

“I hoped she would take my offer and come back to raventhorpe with me but she seemed to be eaten alive by her guilt…”

her frown deepened and her smile sank. After her trip from Ireland Eivor fell quiet for weeks and went on with her duties without sparing time for anyone. You felt warm knowing you were probably one of the few people to now know why

“All I have now is a letter…she finished her song for me. Not that I will ever get to hear it”

you hoped to comfort her and told her of your unrequited love with a woman who is spoken for and Eivor caught on quicker than you hoped she would

“although my brother is dear to me I also care for Randvi as a friend and…I can see her wither in that map room” she confessed, which caught you off guard

“I just want what's best for the people I have close to me. You being one of them”

and that was encouragement enough. So after that night you felt more at ease consulting with Eivor like a friend rather than a distant leader. She wasn't the brightest in matters like these and many innuendos seemed to fly right above her but she was honest and her clarity was helpful enough

“This Jarlskona of yours…” Tried one of the new recruits that were freshly picked up after the raid “She sounds…scary”

Eivor looked at you and you both broke into laughter. Sure she seemed stern but Randvi was truly, a sweetheart

“Nothing to worry about. She does what's necessary to hold our settlement together but beyond that she is a very gentle woman” You offered but the girl didn't seem convinced as she kept tightening her grip on her sword and her lips thinned.

“Or you can just stand behind me and I'll protect you, my little fragile princess” You said with sarcasm but the girl seemed to find very different meaning behind your words and blushed. Was heartwarming to see a soldier have softness within her

you docked the ship and started gathering your things.

You grabbed a box and hopped off the boat seeing a familiar ginger make her way to you “Gods this raid was a long one. We began to worry”

you carelessly tossed the wooden box somewhere near you and readied yourself for Randvi as she fell in your arms for an embrace

“a warm welcome as always Randvi” and she chuckled in return

you dared to tighten your grip on her for a moment as you felt her hands around your shoulders and neck

her warmth and smell engulfing you and all too soon being pulled away as she went to greet Eivor with a handshake “meet me in the map room. I'm sure you have a lot of updates for me” she said now seriously and Eivor followed her to the longhouse.

“Lusting after our Jarls wife ? No wonder you and eivor get along so well”

you turned to Dag your mood immediately sour

“I'm sorry?”

“One aiming for his throne, the other for the wife while poor sigurd is out there fighting for us”

you grabbed your things with a grunt “Dag if you want to suck the Jarls dick so bad just do it and let us rest in peace” you barked successfully making him boil with anger

You heard a soft chuckle behind you and saw the Same girl from before. Your eyes met and she timidly stopped and looked at her companions “On another note, you” and you looked at the recruits

“Guess we will have to share our huts till we make space for them” You heard Dag say with a groan and you nod “Wanna come with me?” You asked the girl feeling a little more comfortable with her since well, you did share a couple words before and that was better than nothing. SHe eagerly nod and grabbed her sword and stuff

The walk to your hut was a quiet one. You had arrived earlier than people usually woke up, giving you the chance to watch the sunrise.

“How long have you been here?” The girl asked “couple of months. We have made quite the progress, wouldn't you say so-oh!” You looked up and she looked at you surprised “Your name…I never asked” You chuckled awkwardly never being good with meetings or small talk and she returned the gesture with a soft chuckle herself

“Oh, It's Vika..”

“Nice to meet you Vika” Your eyes caught the first rays of sunlight coming through your window. You stood up “You know, make yourself comfortable here. I'll be back soon. Need to rest a bit” Not leaving much room for questioning you left your hut and climbed up the stone path above the waterfall seating yourself there and letting the breeze hit your face as you enjoyed the sunrise

“Am I interrupting?” you smiled.

“never” Randvi walked over and seated herself next to you on the rocks.

“the new recruits seemed awfully fond of you”

“Hardly. They are still scared. Apparently me and Eivor talking about you made them scared of our almighty Jarlskona that runs the settlement herself”

She laughed, the corners of her eyes crinkling and out of habit leaned her head against your shoulder

You weren't sure if such gestures were common against friends but you basked in the glory of having her this close to you. She toyed with the edges of her braided hair and asked her tone careful and shy

“WIll you join the feast tonight? Tekla made fresh ale. You could say we had a hunch you would arrive today”

“Hm” you looked off into the distance. Feasts were fun these days..now that Sigurd wasn’t here

“I might. Ah come to think of it, I brought you a gift” and she smiled and sat up to look at you “Its gift enough that you come back alive every time”

“No no, this, I’m sure you will like it” You said and got up offering your hand which she grabbed and got up with ease walking ahead of you “I like it every time, my sweet Drengr”

You’d always be fond of the retired warrior that still lived within her and only showed in small gestures like these.

Oh how you wished you could free her of her suffocating role binding her in these four walls

You quickened your pace opening the door to your hut catching Vika in her tunic only sitting on the bed with a book and you froze

“Oh?”

Randvi questioned and you looked behind you, her eyes frosty, and her whole body tense. Vika also seemed to tense on the other end of the hut and immediately shot up “Good day”

Randvi offered a very cold nod looking her up and down. It was the first time you saw the intimidating Jarlskona that everybody spoke up

“What an interesting arrangement. Didn’t peg you for the kind” and you laughed awkwardly “Dag suggested we share huts with the new recruits-“

And Randvi smiled at you “Good. Wise of him. I'll see you at the feast then”

Turning on her heel she left and you slowly closed the door behind you being very confused by the sudden tension.

You were sure Randvi didn't return your feelings so to see her act …jealous? No it couldn’t be

“That was awkward” Vika tried and you smiled at her “Indeed”

“Weird how she had to check up on you in your hut. She really is controlling” And you let out a sigh of relief. At least your cover wasn’t blown.

You pulled out one of the boxes and looked at the fabric you found. An expensive one you spotted at the trade market but perfect to draw maps on. And Randvi above all always loved drawing the maps with care and detail.

You slid the fabrics in your satchel and walked to the longhouse. You were not leaving things as they were

——-2———-

Randvi was content with keeping you close to her as a friend. She knew others feared her presence and when you got the nickname “Randvis Drengr” she was sure pests would keep away, hopefully scared enough not to mess with her and her possessions

Yet all it took was one clueless recruit from Mercia to make everything she was meticulously building fall apart.

She glanced at the note and crumbled it tossing it to the side amongst the others discarded letters with all her hidden feelings for you.

-Vika- the name feeling like a cats sandy tongue on her hand.

She grabbed her small knife and started carving another wooden statue for the map, getting rid of the bigger chunks first before shaving down the sides to give it the shape she wanted to

“Randvi?” She stopped and she hated how fast she felt heat blossom in her chest.

She didn't look up intending to distance herself properly from you this time

“I’m assuming it's not a good time, I really wanted to bring you your gift though..”

She heard rustling and a soft scraping as some of the unplaced statues were moved on her desk to make place for a rolled fabric. Her eyes widened and she got up leaving her tools on the table and unrolling the piece

“This”

“For your maps. I noticed they are one of the few things entertaining you here”

It was true for through them, she felt like she could almost get a taste of these lands save for that one trip the two of you took a month ago

“Thank you” with that she finally looked up to you and you took a step back “Was it, Was I mistaken?”

She seemed confused until she felt a tear run down her cheek. She quickly went to wipe it off her face but it seemed like it was only the beginning of her falling apart herself

The Gods must have been punishing her by showing her what could’ve been, Giving her someone so caring by her side only to be eternally out of reach

You came close to her immediately and held her cheeks in your hands concerned “What's the matter?” And she fell quiet unsure of what to say

There was so much to say that it almost felt useless to say anything at all

“Did something happen while I was away? Is there someone you need me to take care of?” And she laughed taking a sharp inhale in an attempt to stop her tears to no avail

“Only thing that was upsetting was your lack of presence” she spoke before she could stop herself “Oh Freya I’m so shameful, I have everything I need and yet I”

She couldn’t bring herself to say, not that she had to when she felt you kiss her, and in a desperate attempt to show she felt the same she kissed back with as much force pulling you closer, her arms around your neck diving beneath the furs and feeling the hot skin

She felt your velvet tongue stroke hers as you explored and tried every variant you could pulling and tugging at her lips wanting to taste all of her and the only thing that could be heard in the empty map room were her soft moans and Barely there soft wet sounds of your kisses

Breathing never felt like more of a burden than it did now when she felt you pull away and look at her, face flushed and pupils blown

“Randvi sorry,I-“

And the realization of crossing that line hit her like stones in her stomach and a burning sensation clogging her throat . Yet she still ached to stay in your embrace as her thumbs gently caressed the skin beneath your jaw

“No I, I didn't stop you. It was my responsibility” she found herself say and immediately regretted it. She saw your heart sink in the way your face paled and your arms softened and eased out of her space.

You took one, two steps back and traced the wooden edges of the table. You smiled with a frown looking like it was your turn to cry yet your eyes were dry.

You tapped the fabrics twice “I’m eager to see what you create with these. Have a good day miss” and with a bow you left the map room. She hunched over the table and continued crying struggling to keep her voice down

——- 3 ———

The feast buff. It lifted everyone’s spirits and you could hear singing all across the village way before they even entered the longhouse, way before anyone had anything to drink at all.

Norse knew how to celebrate and usually you yourself loved these nights. But tonight they sat heavy on your shoulders and you knew as Randvis Drengr and Eivors left hand it wouldn't be wise not to attend.

Vika seemed in high spirits as she talked with her friends and fellow soldiers of how she was ready to explore the new traditions, occasionally glancing your way and straightening her back and fixing her hair.

Maybe it was time to move on you considered

“A storm looms over you. Did Randvi not like your gift after all?” You looked at Eivor walking up to you. She leaned against the wooden walls of your hut tossing her axe on the snow and crossing her arms and legs ready to listen to you

You smiled “She did. So much that I misread the situation entirely” You confessed and Eivor looked concerned “Oh…” you both let your eyes wander to the darkening skies and the new hues the snow covered roads took “Nothing a few drinks can’t fix I’m sure” She patted your back and you shook your head with a smile. If it lead to another late night of you two cry laughing about your failed love stories then yes, you were than looking forward to it

“Ill gather the new recruits and meet you there” She nod and walked down the hill the long house

You motioned for the rest to come “Come. I’m sure you will enjoy the celebration”

“WIll you be sitting with us?” Vika questioned and rested her hand on your shoulder

You smiled “What makes you think any of us stay seated?”

She was confused but then it looked like she went through a list of possible activities and chuckled “Right. Well should you want to rest your bones we could sit for a drink together”

You nod and looked up to see Randvi leaning against the door frame, her eyes piercing right through Vika in obvious distaste. Vika grip tightened on you concerned and with a polite nod aimed at Randvi you directed your attention to the girl

Time to move on

Eivor was right. There truly was little few cups of ale wouldn't fix ,for you found yourself playing orlog and joining eivor for a friendly brawl and show of power while re enacting the tales of your weeks long raid entertaining the others in the room, who would occasionally chime in with song or a spectacle of their own

You tried to ignore Randvis reactions, but when she sat with her legs raised high on the table, a cup of ale in hand,listening to your stories with a softened expression and an easy smile on her lips you felt like you were losing your mind

She was handcrafted by the Gods, you were sure

You pressed a hand on Eivors arm “Ill go sit down and rest for a bit. Clear my head from the ale”

“Sure but later let's go aim some arrows. See whose aim is better”

Agreeing to this stupid game you sat at the far back of the room looking at the others when your eyes caught Vika coming your way, clearly tipsy and bolder than ever

“You were right. There really is no time for sitting”

You laughed and watched her sit on the bench next to you letting her body weight fall against your torso

“Good to see it's up to your standards”

“Ha- what standards ? My people would benefit from learning a thing or two from you and your traditions”

You let the liquid in your cup roll as you mindlessly watched it swoosh back and forth

“Ugh, she again” you heard Vika groan with distaste and suddenly you felt alarmed.

Oh someone’s growing a little too comfortable if they already found someone they dislike in the clan

You thought and your eyes followed her line of sight to find them land on Randvi, to which you felt rage reignited within you. aggressively defending her hardly seemed proper though

“What ails you my little freeloader” You jokingly said and she laughed not sensing the bitterness in your tone. Quite the oblivious one

“She can't seem to get off my back. She keeps glaring at me. How do you all live with her in charge ?” You shook your head

“You’re drunk Vika”

“No I-“ she was interrupted by someone calling your name and you both looked up at Randvi who gracefully approached your table,arms loosely crossed the blue cloak dancing, gracing her walk.

“Yes?” Vika sat up and glared at her and with a raised hand you blocked her from advancing any further

“A moment please?” Randvi asked ignoring Vika and she left expecting you to follow.

You stood up and Vika grabbed you arm “Where are you going” you winced hating how excited you were that Randvi called for you but decided to follow your initial goal

Cut of all unnecessary ties

“I won't be long” and with that you left following her outside. You looked around and found her at the back hidden between the wooden carved columns where the shadows almost hid her save for her bright red hair

You stopped a few steps away from her and she seemed deep in thought. You looked at the little white clouds forming from your breath and let your eyes wander around contemplating what to do, giving her space to speak her mind. The cold air sure was quick to sober you up

“What in hellheim was that?” She spat and you looked up confused

“Was I just someone who entertained your sexual fantasies while you found someone else?” You found her way of speaking crude and unfitting of her character

“Randvi this is madness. What are you talking about?”

“That English woman who has been all over you from the port till now. Did you perhaps go sleep with her before visiting me in the map room today as well?” She said with a challenging half smile and your mouth fell open in shock

“Do you really think so little of me?” You were hurt, upset.

“And what if I Did Randvi ? Would it be bad if I moved on finally?”

“Yes, because you are supposed to love me!” She confessed with a raised voice which seemed to surprise her as well. Too many bottled up feelings threatening to spill

“And what will you do with my love?” You took a step closer towering over her looking into her eyes and when she tried to look away you grabbed her face and forced her to look at you

“Accept it ? Let me warm your empty bed till your beloved husband comes back and then? Discard me till I’m of use again?”

Now it was her time to look as if she bit on bitter poison, your words cutting deeper than intended. You felt bad for using her situation against her. A situation she never wanted to be in to begin with. A sacrifice she took for the peace you currently lived in

“Sorry Randvi I…”

“You have every right to feel that way” she spoke “But my feelings for you are true, and if by any chance you feel the way I do I will fight for this”

She surprised you and you considered her words. Fight for this? As in…

“Randvi you can't”

“Maybe not yet. But I will find a way to do so” She said with determination as she timidly went to caress your cheek “Maybe I wouldn't say all this but when you showed me what I could have… I tasted what a future with you would be. Watching it be stolen right beneath my feet from some new recruit who knows nothing of your character, From someone who doesn’t know you like I do, No. I wont allow that”

Her grip on your leather armor tightened as she pulled you down to her height and feverishly kissed you like it would be the last kiss you would have only she was determined this was the first of many more to come

You pressed her against the wall and slid one leg between hers which she eagerly spread for you.

“Randvi-“ you whispered between kisses never thinking the day would come where you would have her like this

You said her name again and again between kisses like a prayer, worshipping her like she deserved your hands running up and down her waist, bothered by her layered attire yet still feeling her plush chest, her curves and toned arms.

You tugged at her blue cloak revealing her collar bones and trailed kisses from her neck down to her shoulder which she welcomed by holding your head close to her, her fingers diving in your braided hair

She opened her eyes for a second and looked behind you at the new recruit, the girl staring at the two of you in shock and she felt victorious in the way she softly and sensually called out your name claiming you, showing that you were entirely hers now

Vika ran back to the longhouse distraught and Randvi quickly forgot of her presence when she felt you caress and fondle her chest

She whimpered and you pulled away slightly, pleased to find that small bit of information that this was a very sensitive spot for her.

With one hand on her hips you started grinding her crotch against your thigh and with the other you found her nipple above her clothes and toyed with her hearing the soft pleased hums and gasps that escaped her

You could feel her grow more confident as she picked up the pace on your thigh eager to chase her release and now you supported her weight with both hands wrapped around her ass

You could feel her wetness dampen the fabric of your pants and that was a compliment in itself to know how eager she was, how much she craved you.

You dove back into her neck nibbling on the flash and biting

“I've been waiting so long for this” you confessed and gently softened the pace that earned a pained whine from her “Shall we take this to your chambers?” And she smirked

“Hm, no need” and she came back for a kiss as you let your hand dive in her pants beneath her undergarment. Your fingers found her wet folds and trailed a soft line which would’ve made her scream save for the hand you place on her mouth in time

She’s been craving this as much as you had. Knowing this alone made your own cunt ache and drip into the fabric

You started fondling small circles around her puffy clit and whispered in her ear soft praises, asking her to be quiet “If we get caught you don't get to cum” and you felt a new wave of wetness coat your fingers which slowly found her entrance. You tested the waters soon realizing she wasn’t patient enough to take it slow and you quickened your pace.

Her legs started to give in and you wrapped an arm around her shoulders holding her close to you and her grip on your clothes tightened trying to balance herself.

She called out your name, pleading to let her cum and you kept your pace steady, the way she liked and instructed you to until you felt her bite down on your neck harshly to swallow a scream,coming completely undone in your embrace to which you let out an audible moan yourself mixed with pleasure and pain

Unwilling to pull out, you kept thrusting your fingers in a more gentle pace now till you found fit to withdraw your hands and bring them up to your lips, cleaning them off her slick, enjoying the sour sweet taste.

You let her catch her breath enjoying how she clung to you not really wanting to widen the distance between the two of you

“Randvi” You whispered to her and kissed the top of her head affectionately.

You felt her smile in your neck “I love you” and she nod whispering the same and finally looking up to give you one more weak kiss still in the heights of her release

“I expect that Ill start seeing you more often now?” She asked suddenly insecure on if I this was just a one night thing and you smiled

“Certainly. The clan would start growing suspicious if Randvis Drengr wasn’t by her side anymore”

#randvi #randvi x reader #eivor varinsdóttir #ac valhalla #randvi valhalla

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droidrights · 3 years

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My Little Masterlist

Star Wars- Jedi: Fallen Order Series

Jedi:Survivor

A Friendly Face: Something light, casual and cute because everyone deserves good companionship, good food and drink, and sexy times- 2,670 words ,Chapters 1/2

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Sharing is Caring: Starts after the game. Force Sensitive OC x Cal Kestis

Chapters 15/- Incomplete- on indefinite hiatus

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Inquisitor Cal AU, (ex)Inquisitor Cal x (ex)Jedi Reader/ Enemies to Lovers

So it Begins - 1677 words, Chapters 1/1

Always Red - 62,406 words, Chapters 15/15

Through the Eye- 916 words, Chapters 1/1

Sometimes Pink- 1918 words, Chapters 1/1

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Always Red Halloween Spooktacular, Chapters 3/3

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idonotbitemythumbatyou · 3 years

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Her Deadly Hands

Randvi has a duty upon which the peace of two clans hangs: play the role of dutiful wife and future queen in a strange new clan.

Now if she could just stop fantasizing about his sister.

A slow burn, erotic, Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla fic.

#ac valhalla #eivor x randvi #eivor/randvi #Randvi #I'm also in the market for a beta reader #lmk if you're interested #chapter 3 is up!

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sunflowersandforgetmenots · 2 years

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An Offering on the Throne

I am Incredibly Gay. @badasserywomen had fanart of Eivor that inspired this, where she’s slumped a bit in a throne while her muscles are all oawfuhwfhuw. Anyways. This is my first smut like. Ever. So be nice. Feel free to drop brainrot into my inbox!

Summary: A heavy rain has put you and Eivor alone in the longhouse. Of course you take advantage of being completely alone, but Eivor wants to use the throne for more than just sex.

Pairing: Eivor x Reader

Genre: Smut

MINORS DNI. 18+ UNDER THE CUT.

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It wasn't everyday that you were alone in the longhouse with Eivor. But here you were, alone with your lover, sitting in the main room together as the rain pelted down in hard sheets outside. It was a bad storm, even more than what you usually got, but it was something that Valka had made sure Ravensthorpe was prepared for. A whole week was spent reinforcing homes and caring for livestock, and luckily, no one needed to flee to the longhouse for safety. Randvi and Sigurd had even left for the week, having decided that maybe the latter needed some time away after his kidnapping, to adjust to a safe life before coming back for his duties, though something in you suspected that he would not be returning to them.

So it was you and Eivor, all alone in the longhouse. Honestly it was a lot more cozy than you had expected, and a lot less... sexually charged. Not to say that either of you didn't think about the idea, but it was just... a comfortable aloneness, like this was just how your home normally was. But you had been thinking about it, how you'd be able to be loud with no one able to hear it, how both of you would be able to fill up the empty space with loving words and lewder sounds. It was especially harder to not think about with how both of you were sitting.

You were on the floor, sitting on the rugs next to the throne, reading a small book that Eivor had found (looted) from a church, something that had been confiscated from some poor townsgoer. And your lover, oh the beautiful testament to power she was, was sitting on the throne of the longhouse, slouched half asleep on the wooden thing, legs spread just a bit. It was warm in the longhouse, despite the rain, and it showed with her garb, pants that sat low on the hips and her usual wraps around her chest, tattoos and muscles on full display. It was distracting and attractive. And you were cursing her internally for it. Of course she had to be all sexy and powerful when you were trying to read. Horrible, horrible woman.

You buried your nose in your book, trying to focus on the words, but each time she moved, even so much as a twitch, your eyes darted up to look at her. At one point, she must have noticed this behavior, because after the tenth time, her hand brushed your cheek, long fingers sliding under your chin to tilt your face up at her. "You keep looking at me, dove. Shall I get an explanation, or will you continue your book?"

Your face burned bright, and that seemed to be enough of an answer for her. The grin on her face sent pangs of heat through your body, settling at that little spot in your abdomen.

"Put the book down." Her tone was commanding, soft but firm, and her touch on your chin strengthened just enough for it to become a hold. The books slipped out of your hands more than you actually putting it down, but the result was the same: Eivor guiding you by the chin to settle between her legs, sitting on your knees with your face pointed up at her. "You're such a good girl for me, (Y/N)..." The praise sent a shock down your spine, and you straightened, eagerly waiting her next move.

"I try." You admitted meekly, earning a chuckle from her. "Sit back again." And this time, she was the one to listen. She was always so sweet to you. When you first met, you assumed that she was the type to take full control all of the time, never budging on her rules. But she wasn't. One flash of puppy eyes, or a request in the sweetest of tones, and Eivor gave in easily. It was a wonder she hadn't had found a lover sooner, honestly. But she was yours now, and you hers.

You stood up, shedding the loose outer layer of your clothes, leaving you in your thin shift, never breaking eye contact with your shieldmaiden. As you moved forward, she brings her hands up, settling them on your hips and pulling you in. Her grin widened a bit more as you straddled her waist, looking down at her as she's still just a bit slouched in the throne.

"Hello there, gorgeous." She purred, taking advantage of the way your shift rode up your thighs by slipping a hand to rest against the soft flesh. "You know... if I had known you were feeling like this, I would have gotten my cock out from the drawers."

"Too bad. You're not getting up until I beg for it, Eivor."

Her eyes lit up, and her hands hooked around the back of your thighs, gripping you tightly and making you gasp. She tugged just a bit, making you brush against her belt. The resulting gasp was loud and sharp, making you slap a hand over your mouth. This was playing a dangerous game now. She was going to fuck you silly, and you could tell with that dangerous glint in her eyes that it was not going to stop until you were mush in her arms. Could she tell how wet you were, with how your cunt was pressed against her abs, covered by a thin layer of fabric?

"Beg for it you say..." You felt a finger trail over the hill of your thigh, down between your legs, and your stomach tightened. "Oh, I think I can manage that, my love... You're already begging for it in every way except your words."

"What... makes you think that?" You rested your own hands on her shoulders, gently digging into the muscles covered in black ink. Your hips rock into her touch, just a bit, the friction of the belt pressing into you along with her finger barely coasting over making you feel even hotter.

"You climbed into my lap so eagerly... sitting on my lap like you're begging me to fuck you, with your legs spread and cunt dripping all over me." Her finger pressed just a bit harder against your wetness, curling a bit to swipe up. "It's like you want to be fucked on this throne, taking my cock while I make you scream things only Thor can hear right now."

"Eivor..." The whimper was near pitiful, and she hadn't even kissed you yet. "Touch me."

"I am touching you, my sweet."

"That's not what I-" Her lips cut you off, pressing into your soft ones with a searing heat. The change in position made you panic, falling back as position forced you to be horizontal instead of vertical, but her hand, the one that was holding your thigh, quickly caught you, holding you up by the small of your back. It wasn't much, but the idea that the only thing keeping you from slipping off of her lap was her single hand and your grip around her shoulders was exhilarating.

Her lips were hot against yours, moving at a passionate pace as her free hand quickly pulled your shift up over your waist. As her fingers trailed down your stomach, she pulled away, breathing a bit heavy. "Fuck..." She cursed as her fingers dipped below the linen at your hips, hitting your heat. Her fingers brushed against your opening, drawing out a soft moan, nails digging into the blonde's back.

You spent the next few seconds preparing for her fingers to press into you, to bury themselves to the knuckle in your softness. But they never did, instead gently caressing you, dipping between your slit to slowly gather your wetness before trailing up to circle your clit. It was maddening, the slow back and forth repetition forcing you to have to rock your own hips to get any change in pace.

You moaned, loud and low in a way that echoed off the empty wooden walls of the longhouse, and tangled your hands in her hair. Her lips were pressed against your throat, moreso resting there than actively kissing, and the hand holding you up, pulled you in, pressing your chest against hers and pushing you further into her lap. It was harder to move now, and you cursed your position, as now she could continue on with her teasing unheeded.

"Fucking... Eivor!" You whined, tossing your head back. Her fingers paused only a moment before continuing the repetitive pattern. The pressure in your abdomen was building, and it was near embarrassing that it only took a few minutes of this to cum on her fingers. But gods above, it was so worth it.

"Are you going to cum on my fingers, lovely?" She breathed against your neck. "Oh, it's taken everything to not plunge deep into you... but you want to beg, don't you? I'll take you all nice and slow now, make you beg for something more, and then when I'm pounding into you, you'll beg for me to be gentle."

Another moan pushed past your lips, and she broke her rhythm, rough pad of her index finger swirling over your clit in quick sharp motions to push you over the edge. She seemed to feed off of the sweet gasps of her name spilling from your mouth, from the way your hands curled tight into her braids, the way your thighs squeezed around her waist. Your back arched as that knot in your stomach snapped, spilling over her fingers.

Eivor cooed to you, praising you for coming undone so quickly for her, finger still stroking you gently as you come down from the high you reached. She sat up, taking you with her, and sitting properly in the throne this time.

Your thighs ached just a bit as you adjusted, settling to straddle her thighs instead of her waist. Before you could get settled, Eivor was already stripping you of your clothes, groping at your skin the moment it was free of cloth. It was obvious now how wet you were, you could feel your heat soak into Eivor's pants, but her eyes were focused on your lips instead of any incidental messes.

"You are the sweetest thing I could ever hope to hold, my love." She admitted. "Look at you, shining in the firelight like Freyja herself. Like a treasure waiting to be found by my loving hands."

Eivor waxing poetry in the middle of sex was something that wasn't new to you, but each time, it brought a blush to your cheeks, painting them red. "Eivor..."

"(Y/N)," She said, tone low and serious, the gravel in her voice sending shivers down your spine. "I am going to make this throne an altar, and you my offering." Her hands pressed into your back and thigh, holding you possessively, like anyone would walk in and claim you as theirs if they were not there. "Did you know that Freyja accepts acts of love and sex as offerings, my dove? Each wave of undoing is another gold coin in her coffers." Her lips trailed over your jaw, and your chest swelled with anticipation. The hand on your back moved to your side, stroking your ribs. "And you are a golden statue. Let me sing her prayers into your warmth, let my tongue spell out her honorifics as I bring you to a peak. Let me prove to the Lady of Love that her power flows between us both."

As she finished up her request, one that made you weak in the legs and dizzy in the head, she turned you both, setting you down to sit on the seat of the throne, protected from the hard surface by warm furs. She knelt in front of you, hands spreading your legs to hook them over the arms of the chair. Her eyes never left yours, though she dipped closer to your exposed cunt, now basically weeping for her to touch it, to taste it, to offer up her services to the goddess of love.

"May I, my darling?" Her warm breath brushed over your inner thigh, making you moan wantonly.

"Please." You pleaded. "Gods above, Eivor, if this is heathenry, I never want to leave it."

She chuckled and dove down, tongue pressing against your opening, flat and confident in the long stroke, nose buried into your curls. "Oh Freyja, I am going to give you a show." She whispers, delighted, before sucking on your clit gently.

It wasn't the sudden action, or the words that surprised you and made you tug on her hair, no, it was the sudden focus on your cunt that startled you. Every time she ate you out she focused, of course, focused on making you cum, on making you feel good, but this was different. She was determined, fast, trying to pull you closer to an orgasm rather than drawing it out and teasing you. How many was she planning to steal from you? Until your legs gave out? Until you were limp in this throne? You couldn't wait to find out.

She buried her tongue into you quick, licking sharply in your velvet heat to make you gasp and twitch, thumb gently pressed against your clit to add pressure, the other arm wrapped around your thigh and pressing down on your abdomen. All you could do was cry out her name and pull on her hair, or pet her hair, or stroke her forehead, or nothing at all.

The first one she pulled out of you was fast and quick, and she barely slowed down as her mouth molded against your cunt, tongue lapping up your essence like it was water and she was dying of thirst. She shifted on her knees, and a small part in your mind that wasn't clouded by lust was aware that she was probably just as wet, begging to be touched, to cum herself, and the thought made you keen loudly, arching your back and bucking your hips.

She held you down, growling a bit as her pace faltered. Her thumb moved away from your clit, replaced by her mouth as she pushed a finger in, curling it slightly to hit the spongy spot deep in your cunt. Finally, finally, she entered you, and your hands scrambled to cup her cheeks and guide her face to look up at you.

Her eyes were a bit glossy, full of adoration and want as her eyes met yours. "Hm?" She hummed, pushing her finger in and out of your cunt at a steady pace.

"Mo-More-" You plead softly. "Another finger... two more, I want you to fill me-" You were cut off by her surging up to kiss your lips, swallowing your words and whines with a hungry mouth. Your hands stroked her cheeks, then her jaw, then her neck, tracing down the tattoos and scars to rest on her chest as her tongue invaded your mouth.

"Ask for it." She said, more like growled, as her middle finger teased at your entrance. "If I give you it now, then I get to pull more 'offerings' from your sweet little cunt." Her hips were now almost pressed to yours with her sudden change in position, hand still stroking you steadily. "How many can I get with my fingers before I take you with my cock?"

Your chest heaved with a heavy moan, trying to get her to kiss you again, pressing you lips to hers as she waited for an answer. "As many as you want, Eivor. As many as I can give. Please... please- oh fuck-" You hissed, arching your back as she hit a particularly sweet spot, "Please fill me... I want your fingers, please-" This seemed to appease her, as she grinned down at you and pressed another two fingers into your cunt.

"You're such a good girl." There was a mocking lilt to it, aware that fucking on a throne that wasn't hers and getting it absolutely soaked wasn't particularly 'good', but you were good for her. She could bend you over a table out of no where and fuck you silly and you would ask for more- though it wasn't like she would, but the thought fueled her to fuck her fingers into you faster, at a rougher pace, keeping you trapped against the throne with her body.

She was caging you in, pressing you deeper into the seat with her body, making you feel small, cramped. Your legs were spread open for her, her fingers coming in and out of you with the loudest noises you've ever heard yourself make, both with your mouth and your cunt. It didn't take long for another one to rip out of you, dripping onto the wolf pelt you were seated on, and then another, then another, on and on for what felt like hours being stuck on this throne, this makeshift altar, while she made a mess of you.

It was only after the fifth one in that position did she finally relent, pulling her digits out of you slowly with a squelch, whispered praises and comforts blown into your ear, though you barely heard them. The only thing you could focus on was Eivor, your beautiful vikingr, and her fingers, covered in you, and the fact that you wanted to clean them off so bad so she could do what she wanted with you next. Your jaw dropped open slightly, and you stuck your tongue just a bit, and she obliged, letting you suck her fingers into your mouth with a delighted hum.

You cleaned off her fingers eagerly, looking up at her for approval. She cupped your cheek, wiping her hand off on her pants, and kissed your head. "You're doing so good. You gave me... how many?"

"Seven." You answered, stroking her jaw. "What happened to... to making me beg for it?"

"I remembered how good your cunt felt on my fingers." Eivor winked, chuckling a bit. "Stay here, my love." She moved away, her absence making you whine absently. It was colder without her pressed up right against you, and in the small moment of clarity, you realized that you were sitting with your legs spread wide. You shifted, stretching out your legs as you waited for her to come back.

When she did, you almost snapped back into begging for her. She was nude, save for the wooden cock, carved with runes and expertly made, strapped to her hips. She didn't stand and bask in your attention, instead lovingly settling back between your legs, massaging the joint of your hip and thighs. "My sweet lady..." Your vikingr pressed a kiss to your cheek, wrapping your legs around her waist, cock prodding against your entrance in the most wonderful way. "Shall you cry out a praise for Freyja?"

"Mmm..." You whined, bucking your hips a bit to try and push onto her yourself. "Eivor, don't tease." You were basically bent over, hips on the edge of the seat while your shoulders were pressed against the back of the throne.

"Not until you thank Freyja for the sweetness that lay between your legs, for the fact that you will feel so much pleasure from my cock plunging into you, for the fact we have the longhouse to ourselves so I can pull cries of desire out from your lips." She said, trailing a finger over your cheek. "Go ahead."

"Thank you Frey- Ah!" Your miffed statement was cut off by her pushing into you, catching you off guard. She filled you, stretching you out just enough in the way that you felt familiar with, even though it burned slightly. She cooed to you, rubbing your side as you adjusted, and when your breathing slowed down a bit, Eivor looked at you with dark eyes.

"Continue."

"Thank yo-" A thrust, shallow but strong, cut you off again. You whined, digging your nails into her shoulders. "Eivor-"

"You stop talking, and I stop moving." She said. "A proper offering needs a proper prayer, my love."

You gulped. You knew how Eivor liked to do this, and there was a glint in her eye that let you know she was going to be downright devious.

"Thank you, Freyja, oh fuck- for this-" Clumsy words tripped out of your mouth, stumbling and stuttering as Eivor set a pace one could only describe as 'animalistic'. Halfway through your 'prayer', mostly words drawn out with moans and cries, she moved your legs to rest over her shoulders, leaning forward enough for your knees to be near your head, bending you properly in half. Her hips slapped against yours, echoing in the empty hall and in your head.

It was getting harder and harder to hold onto your words, to get them out in any kind of manner that made sense. You squeezed around the wooden shaft, so hard that you were sure you were going to feel it for the days to come. Your juices dripped down from your hole, weeping and and filled, and Eivor was snarling with the effort. "An-And may... you may... us.. bless-" You gasp. "Eivor, I-"

"Are you gonna cum?" She asked, breathless. At your nod, she snuck a hand down between you, brushing against your clit. It was like you had been hit with lightning, the sensation sending thrills up your spine as you keened, coming undone once more at her doing.

The next few minutes were a blur, her slowing the pace and eventually pulling out of you, kissing your forehead, and carrying you to your rooms. She laid you down gently, but before she could pull away, your hands grabbed her by the back of her neck.

"Who said I was done with you? I haven't gotten the chance to taste you yet." You asked, and she grinned, all but leaping onto the bed to join you.

#eivor x reader #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor wolfkissed #x reader #My Writing #if anyone tries to talk about the religious aspect of this im going to hit them #i am Vanatru (traditional norse pagan worshipping the Vanir) yes we pray and kneel #yes doing the deed is a form of offering #not minor safe

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erzsebetrosztoczy · 1 year

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Thank you so much for writing that, I really enjoyed reading it. I love ivarr so much 💙would it be okay if I could request an imagine with Sigurd where him and the reader (a shieldmaiden for the clan) are dating but they have to break up because he is forced to marry Randvi. Sigurd asks eivor (male) to watch over her and always be there for her which results in eivor falling for her. (This is before they all go to England)

At your request 😌

Pairing: m!Eivor x f!reader

Word count: ~ 3000

Genre: angst, tiny fluff

Notes: Okay but I dig the "I cannot be with you, so I make sure someone else will keep you safe/company for that other person to fall in love with another so it's kinda a forbidden-love, love triangle I-live-for-drama story. Yesyes good soup :3 tempted to write about this more picturing Sigurd's reaction maybe??? Oh and I'm writing on sutdy break moments so the writing gonna be super slow but I try yall I swear I try 💀

„ No, this can’t go on anymore and you know this.” You sighed sitting up in the bed, the sheet's whisked a gentle breeze that stirred the bright flames of the candles around you. A groan left Sigurd's chest as he joined you, straightening up, his large palms came to rest on your middle, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. He did not respond right away, just sat there beside you, looking ahead as he came to rest his chin on your shoulder- tangled beard and ginger hair tickling your skin.

"You're to marry her." You continued, tone balked and weak. "How can you expect me to keep my heart this way, as it is right now? How can you expect me to–"

"I do not, my love." He cuts you off with a timid hum, his words resonating throughout your back. "I don't expect you to love me the way we loved each other when this happens… I don't want to– I would never disrespect your honor and trust."

You felt warmth on your cheeks, as tears broke off from the corner of your eyes, slowly making their way to drop down to your lap. It was no easy task, for neither of you. Sigurd was the clan's prince, the next in line, the only one who's right to lead the Raven clan. And therefore, King Styrbjörn made the decision to strengthen his position, the clan's safety and Sigurd's place by joining clans with a rival of his. Sigurd will marry the Jarl's eldest daughter, thereby forging an alliance with them.

The duty of a son. The demise of your love with the Raven Prince.

For weeks you have been consumed by the news, at first you did not believe that your love must soon end. Sigurd offered to go with him that very evening, desperate and hopeless. He will take you to a faraway land, where no one will know you, rank and duty will not matter, only you to each other.

But you both knew it would be an impossible undertaking; would the heir to the throne, who dreamed of following in his father's footsteps since he was a boy, run away from his birthright for the love of a simple blacksmith's daughter?

A girl, whose aging parents are waiting for her at home who loves her, who needs her help and protection. Who would remain among the voices, eyes and mouths in the storm left behind by their child's shame?

No, you were both more mature than that. You will take the responsibility that your ancestors have given to you, so that the white canvas of the lineage does not fail.

“I know, love. I know that.” You calmed Sigurd falling back, leaning your neck on his chest gazing up at him. Sigurd's arms crawled around your torso, reassuringly pulling your body closer to his as he gently rested his chin on the top of your head.

Your lips trembled as a new idea passed through your sweeping mind - a mindless, desperate, shameless idea, but you felt you might be able to survive the hardships that came with it. Your voice was thinning, almost whispering when you uttered the words.

"What if we don’t need to stop our love after all?" You proposed, waiting a few moments to gather the courage to continue. "We do it so that no one knows. They don't know it even now, anyway. It's just that...there would be another person there. During the day, her husband; at night, mine...?"

"Are you saying let's continue all this in the midst of even greater secrecy?" Sigurd's voice rang doubtfully. In addition to deep pain and sadness, bitterness seeped into his words. Are you saying you want me to pretend you're just a side issue? Like I just want to be with you in secret when my wife can't see it?” He moved quickly, you hardly had time to react to him as he crawled back and pulled your body into his lap, hugging you tightly, looking down at you with a worried look. It was then that you saw your dear prince's eyes were glistening with tears.

You couldn't give an answer, just to swallow against the huge lump that was squeezing your throat. You saw no other option but to…

“I will never put you in a situation where you think you're just an affair to me. I love you, my dear, with all my heart, and if it were up to me, I would have made you my wedded wife long winters ago.” He said, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your temple."I want you to be my wife, my partner who stands by my side. You deserve that, nothing less. I wouldn't dishonor you not even for all the treasures of Midgard. But I can't do that."

“So then? Will it all end? What we have? What we share, what we feel? How could I forget this…leave this behind..?” Your vision blurred as tears pooled in your eyes, the man's tall figure looking down at you from behind a wall of water. You waited and hoped for so long, after so many doubts and struggles, when you finally realized that there was more to you than simple friendship. After you were finally brave enough to cross that invisible line. Finally you could be together, and those moments were worth more than any treasure; you finally felt like you found that lost piece of your soul that you've always longed for. Finally, your heart was filled with him, you were happy with him, you were happy with each other. And now it's over? You will be banished once again to a harsh and dark barrenness without Sigurd's care and touch.

"Duty comes first. It doesn't just bind me, it binds you too, and you know that well."Sigurd slowly leaned forward, the warmth emanating from his skin comfortably covering your body, and fearing that he would soon pull away from you, you crossed your arms over his back.

"Whatever fate brings, my heart will be yours forever."

"I belong to you and you to me as long as we live." His lips whispered, softly caressing your face, one last time.

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The wind bit hard against his skin as Eivor walked across the creaking wooden planks of the dock, around him- the lights of twilight flickered back from the icy sea. The flames of the torches bent with each gust of wind, dutifully standing at the edge of the pier.

His brother waited for him — arms folded behind his back, standing at the edge of the dock, watching the icy, slow-rolling sea as the blues and greens of the night lights cast upon Mindgard.

Sigurd took him aside for a word during the day, when Eivor had just returned from his dawn hunt- the stag not yet cooled out on his horse's back when he arrived. A single glance was enough for the young man to realize that something was wrong with his brother, Sigurd's usual serene expression, his eyes shining with peace, now dull and weak.

“Is there a problem, brother?" He raised his hand worriedly on Sigurd's shoulder, growing somber himself. Eivor usually cared for his own business, he didn't like to interfere in others' debates and troubles, but when it came to his brother's burdens, Eivor did everything to see Sigurd happy again.

As his piercing gray-blue eyes focused on Eivor, the young man thought he could feel the pressure of heavy burdens on his brother. Waiting for an answer, he scanned Sigurd's face, trying to figure out what was pressing on his heart.

Sigurd's eyes closed for a moment, a deep frown appeared between his eyebrows, and then they smoothed out just as quickly when he looked back at his little brother.

"Meet me on the beach after dinner. I have something to discuss with you, Eivor." He announced and after a strong handshake he left, leaving Eivor with the prey he had killed.

The elder brother's gaze was lost in the distance, the unison ripple of the water moved the pieces of the ice armor broken by the ships. Fornburg was quiet at this late hour, only the lapping of the water and the whistling of the wind could be heard. Eivor walked over to his brother silently; standing next to the tall man, he folded his arms across his chest and looked around the bay.

He knew that his brother was not usually this solemn, something really important could be weighing on his soul. Like everything since childhood, the two brothers shared their troubles with each other, looking for advice and sympathy in the other. Eivor decided to wait for Sigurd, let him share his problems with him at his own pace, he would not force this out of his brother.

For a while they stood motionless , silently appreciating the company and the discretion, as the two brothers had done many times before. After a long sigh, Sigurd looked up at the sky, blowing white mist into the air. Waves of colors seemed to follow the sea, the threads and shapes did their eternal dance in silence.

I presume you heard the news from our father.” The taller brother spoke, hoarse. Eivor glanced at his brother who kept his eyes on the sky- as he nodded. Oh, now he understood what it's all about. Oh, he now understood what it was all about.

"I follow our father in the leadership of the Clan, my duty is to keep my people safe; to give them a good life." He continued, raising his gray iris to Eivor.

The blond lad straightened his posture, his brother's look suggested that his help would be needed now more than ever.

"You will be a good leader." Eivor tried to reassure Sigurd,with conviction in his voice. Sigurd weakly acknowledged the words with a half-smile, but his eyes only exuded sadness. "No matter what happens brother, you’ll always have me by your side. I'll help you no matter what."

Sigurd wrinkled his nose wryly, as if a white-hot knife had been thrust into his side, as if it caused him immense pain to even talk about it.

"I entrust you with a serious task, brother, because you are the only one in the world in whose hands I would place my life."

An anxious, tight lump grew in Eivor's stomach, waiting for the question he had suspected since their father had told him of Sigurd's betrothal.

"You have to take care of her." Sigurd finally breathed, his voice breaking in the evening frost. "Be there for her and make sure she lives the life she deserves. The one we both know she deserves." Sigurd made him promise. .

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Stretching your legs, you jumped off the rock, splashing the sparkling water onto the sand in the shallows.

"The fish must have heard that the dreaded Wolfsmal was stomping this way and ran up to the trees in fright." Chuckling, you strode over to Eivor's side, hands clasped behind your back, chin lifted to examine him as he stood in the stream with his breeches pulled up to his knees, fishing line in hand.

The man huffed one with pretended rage, lifting one leg in the stream, he kicked towards you, soaking your thin linen apron. You squealed and jumped back- a grimace of surprise and astonishment plastered on your face.

"Evor!" You shouted insulted, immediately bending down to return the “kind” gesture to the man by dipping your arm into the ice-cold spring. Laughing, you rushed at him, splashing the water back at him, that made Eivor dart backwards, his deep laughter echoing in the roaring water.

“If you keep doing this, there won't be fish for dinner and then you can try to explain to Tekla what we were up to instead of doing the chores.”

"Oh, I'm not the one who stands in the stream for half a day without a catch!" You cut back, spraying a veil of water over Eivor's head again. Having enough of your duel wrapped the line around his hand, starting to move towards you, his strong legs carrying him with easy through the heavy upstream. Turning back to the shore, you stumbled out onto the dry just in time, when you felt the touch of his wet, cold hand on your upper arm, closing around your torso from both sides, erasing even the thought of escape from your mind.

Your legs rose from the ground as you tried to kick free as one of Eivor's arms crawled under your knees, scooping you up in his arms like you weighed nothing.

"Put me down, Eivor!" You rolled your eyes at him, but his huge smile just betrayed the mischief, hiding across his face. "Do you hear that? Don't you dare throw me in the—" You ordered, trying to sound menacing and angry, but just like Eivor's face, your own was beaming with childish glee.

The man firmly grabbed your legs and arms and spun around on the shore, slapping you in the face with his untangled, wet curls. Apart from the roar of the river and the birds' whistles in the green forest, only the laughter and shouts of the two of you could be heard far along the river.

Sometimes, in moments like this, you forgot that what you call home now, was a foreign land a long time ago. A foreign country, with foreign people - but also a new beginning, a clean start. Leaving the past behind, you and your family came to this island in search of a new life. At first, it was searing, almost unbearable pain that you constantly felt when you saw Sigurd beside another; when you were no longer able to touch his scarred skin or press soft kisses onto his lips– all slowly drifted away in your mind and heart, leaving a throbbing wound, now only a memory for you.

Eivor was always there to distract you from them. As in battle, so in everyday life you sought his presence; your friendship - initially bonded by Sigurd- grew stronger, growing into faithful companions who were always there for each other at arm's length.

You knew that, and you felt it on Eivor as well; this bond was important to both of you. The two lonely souls, often separated from the clan, could have a kindred soul by their side. And you also knew very well that this arm's length was slowly shrinking. Pulling the thread of the bond on you ever tighter...

After finishing the game, you both started collecting your fishing gear and your own belongings, moving quickly and smoothly around each other. You glanced to the side from the horses, catching Eivor tossing his water-dripping mane back in frustration, leaving dark blue stains on his blue tunic. Sighing in amusement, you turned back to him, hands on your hips.

"Shall I help you?" You called out to him, but before Eivor could answer, you quickly stepped behind him.

You ran your fingers through his blonde curls, the thick strands gently tickling your fingertips. Eivor's shoulders relaxed with a sigh, instantly bending his knees so you could reach his head.

Not a single word was spoken between you, as your nimble fingers braided his long hair into a loose line, careful not to pull on his lush curls.

Finishing your work, you wiped your wet hands on your skirt, Eivor turned, towering over you as he faced you. The man must have been two heads taller than you, so close to him you had to bend your neck back a little to be able to look into his shining sky blue eyes.

His eyes always seemed to you they were in a different color each time you locked eyes with him. Ice blue, light blue, greenish blue- it seemed that Eivor's penetrating gaze was the night light itself. It was as if Eivor carried a part of your past within himself. The water was still dripping from his beard and forehead, small drops falling onto your face. An arm's length away, you were always just an arm's length away from each other.

"Eivor…" You breathed softly, raising your palm to your cheek. You didn't even notice that your thumb brushed away a drop of water from under his eyes. He knew everything about you, and you knew everything about him, the days when you were alone in his absence passed so bitterly slowly.

His searching gaze betrayed his thoughts when it fell from your eyes to your slightly open lips for a few moments. And you caught the moment. Whether it was you or the man who broke the still moment, you didn't know. You only realized it, when his lips were on yours, soft flesh melting over yours as a hand crept across your middle, pulling your body towards his form. Eyelids closed, you eagerly answered the movement, capturing his tender bottom lips between your teeth. At this action, Eivor groaned into the kiss, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he slightly skimmed across your lips with his tongue. The touch burnt your skin all across your body, tingling and pinching you, as your mind buzzed in excitement.

The warmth left your lips too soon, cold air sweeping across your flushed face as Eivor leant back. His gaze felt so tender across your form, adoring warmth glimmered in his eyes, a hand rubbing your side up and down.

The distance has now dissipated, a thread has grown stronger and tighter, as it connected your hearts, opening a new path for you.

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author-morgan · 3 years

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"I won't let anyone hurt you, you're safe with me" with eivor please... Maybe he rescues reader from the order after they had been used for different experiments or something

i am so sorry for how long this took, but I had to come up with the right plot bunny to pair with the prompt for some angst(tm). here you are, i hope you enjoy and don't mind the touch of Havi and Frigg, or in which Havi makes a promise to his sweet Frigg and keeps it even in the next life.

m!Eivor x fem!Reader

SÝNIN CIRCLES IN the clear sky above the longhouse of Ravensthorpe, and then you know your husband is not far now. Soon Eivor Wolfsmal will be back in your arms, where he belongs. The raven descends, coming to perch on your shoulder, nudging his beak against your temple —as much as you’ve missed Eivor, you’ve missed Sýnin in equal measure. Things could get surprisingly lonely without a tetchy raven around to croak at all hours of the night, steal your hairpins, and beg for treats. Reaching up, you scritch the blue-back feathers on his belly and are rewarded by a low, gurgling croak. “Have you been behaving yourself?” Sýnin bobs his head, but you have a gut feeling he’s lying for the chance at a few extra treats.

Taking to the docks, you watch along the river bends for the sail and masts of the longship. The blue-and-back sail and shields turn from the west —squinting, you can see him standing on the curved scorpion tail, looking onward to home. With a nervous smile, you rest your hand over your belly, knowing soon it will start to grow. You’ve much to tell him since he’s been gone the past weeks, building alliances with Saxon nobles across England.

“Eivor, my love,” you call, meeting him at the edge of the dock as he steps off the longship. His smile is tired but relieved when he looks upon you with Sýnin perched upon your shoulder —the best ‘welcome home’ he could ask for. You open your arms, embracing him as the crew disseminates among the settlement. Eivor pulls back, his hands —rougher than you remember— cupping your cheeks.

There’s something different in your expression, a new glow surrounding you that he cannot place. Regardless of his racing mind, he leans forward as you urge him down with a hand at the nape of his neck. It’s been weeks, and he sighs against your mouth, the burdens of the world washed away by your touch and kiss. “Walk with me?” You ask, holding fast to his hand. He nods, offering his arm. Word of the recently secured alliance can wait; he has been parted from his wife too long.

You lead him past the longhouse, the people of Ravensthorpe smiling as they see Eivor has returned and know what it is you’re going to tell him. Once Valka confirmed your suspicions, it hadn’t taken long for word to travel by way of two mischievous children.

Everyone is happy; and happy for you and Eivor, knowing you two had tried to conceive many times. Stopping beneath the great tree past the Seer’s Hut, you turn with a smile —hand settling on your middle. “I’ve good news to tell you.” Eivor lifts his brow, and your smile only widens as you reach for his hand, pressing it against your belly. He sucks in a deep breath, heart thudding in his chest and ears as he looks to you, his clear blue eyes wide with joy and surprise. You nod, resting your hand over his. “I am with child.”

Eivor is silent for a moment, gathering his words and emotions. He looks down at your belly, then back to you —overjoyed and uncertain. This is a moment you’ve only ever talked about; that he’s dreamt of when the gods were kind enough to let him have a good dream. “I’m going to be a father?” Eivor breathes, though it sounds more like a question. You nod again, eyes gleaming with tears as he rests his other hand on your stomach too. His smile too large to be hidden under his shaggy golden beard. There’s another moment’s pause, then Eivor slips his arms around you, bringing you into a tight embrace —his face tucked into your neck.

You lose track of how long Eivor holds you in his arms as if it all is only a dream and he may wake at any second. Stepping back, he takes your face into his rough hands, brushing away the tears streaking your cheeks. Eivor dips his head down, his nose brushing against yours before your lips meet —gentle and loving but still burning with fervor from the weeks of being parted from one another.

“You’ve made me the happiest man in Midgard,” he admits. You lean into him again, taking another kiss before he settles onto one knee in front of you, level with your belly. Eivor rests his forehead against your front, his hands loosely holding onto your hips. “Rest easy, little one.” Smiling, you brush back his golden hair —half-unbound from his warrior’s braids and knotted. “I will protect you and your mother.” It’s a promise.

“EIVOR,” RANDVI CRIES as he enters the longhouse, tears still fresh on her cheeks. She should not have let you go riding outside of Ravensthorpe alone, especially knowing you were with child. He clasps onto her shoulders, steadying her so she can gather her senses. “It’s Fulke.” The script is fresh in her memory, having read it a dozen times over to be certain of the ill-boding tidings. Randvi shakes her head, unable to meet her friend's concerned gaze. “She’s taken more than just Sigurd.”

“No,” Eivor breathes, but Randvi presents the scroll as proof. He skims the words —his worst fears coming to fruition. Not only did Fulke hold his brother captive, but now the conniving bitch had stolen you away too. You. His wife. The mother of his unborn child. He’d sworn to protect both of you with every breath in his lungs, and now it is an oath broken.

The sudden anger boiling under his skin is so hot it burns the fear freezing him, turning to determination. Eivor crumples the parchment, his expression twisting —no god can save you now, Fulke. “Send word to our allies.” Randvi nods, stepping back to the writing-table at the edge of the map room. “I will burn all of Wessex if I have to,” Eivor grits out, hands turning to fists at his sides as he leaves the longhouse to gather his men —a part of him feels as though he has walked this path before.

HAVI STRIDES THROUGH Fensalir with a deep sadness in his heart, but his agony cannot compare to that of his sweet Frigg. For three days and three nights, his queen has asked for solitude, and though it pained him to keep away during such times, he and the others respected Frigg’s wishes. Though Havi would not leave his dear wife to grieve alone, sending Huginn and Muninn to keep a watchful eye over the Queen of the Æsir. The two ravens are perched upon a stone bench at the edge of the fen. Thor glances over his shoulder at the approaching footsteps —his expression is weary and grief-stricken as he looks upon his father.

Gently, your son releases you from his tight embrace and rises, stepping back with a silent promise to return soon as he greets his father with a solemn nod before leaving. Havi pushes back his hood, seeing the white flowers spring from the earth with your tears. Baldr will be remembered —in deeds and songs and the blossoms brought forth by his mother’s tears. He kneels, reaching for your hands, and slides the bloody sprig of mistletoe free from your grasp. Through weary eyes, you look upon your husband —his expression twisted into the same display of forlorn grief. It makes your heart ache even more to have pushed him away, for he too lost a son. “Frigg,” he sighs.

“Havi,” you cry, falling into him. He swathes you in his black cloak, tucking you against his chest and holding you tight —a vow of retribution on his tongue. Loki would be punished for this crime. For all the realms felt the bitter void left by Baldr’s absence, and all wept, save for a giantess whose unshed tears doomed your son to Hel. The grief and anger simmering in his blood turn to something else —determination. He will not have his sweet Frigg endure this pain again; his one-armed embrace tightens as he cradles the back of your head. “I will not let another of our children fall,” Havi swears, lips brushing over your temple. “Not until our twilight has come.”

HE TWISTS HIS hands into Fulke’s leather-and-cloth armor, throwing the madwoman to the muddy and blood-slick ground. Fulke spits blood, pulling herself away from Eivor Wolfsmal on hands and knees only to find herself surrounded by his men and allies. All their weapons drawn, trained on her. The price for taking the Jarl of Raven Clan and Eivor’s wife is one to be paid in blood, and there is nowhere for her to run. She will have to suffer the wrath. “Where is she?” Eivor roars, kicking Fulke onto her back. He kneels, knee pressing into the bloody gash on her side, one of his throwing axes withdrawn and held high above his head —ready to strike.

There is no fear in her eyes, only bliss. Her work in this world now complete. “You made a choice,” Fulke laughs, choking on blood, “you chose Sigurd.” She coughs, blood-tinged spittle spattering against Eivor’s face, washed away by the pouring rain.

He roars, teeth bared and eyes burning hot with the rage of the gods. Lightning splits open the sky, thunder cracking like a great whip against the earth. “I will flay the skin from your bones and feed your eyes to my raven,” Eivor hisses.

Her smile is bloody —victorious. She knows you are leagues from here, and now the only ones who know are dead or dying. Eivor Wolfsmal could search the land for years and never find the seaside cave on the shores of Cent. “You’ll never find her,” Fulke says. One final victory before relinquishing herself to darkness and her wounds.

Eivor rises, his shoulders heaving and expression twisted. There is no time for a reunion when Sigurd limps from the fortress —clutching the stump where his hand and wrist once were— reinforcements from Wincestre draw nigh. The cry of war horns and drums echoing above the storm. He turns to Dag and Hrefna, eyes flitting over to his brother, unfit to fight in the coming battle. “See him back to Ravensthorpe,” he tells them before shifting his attention back to his allies. The day is not won yet, and Eivor will not rest until he has his beloved back in his arms.

ABOVE THE BREAKING waves of the sea, there is a whisper on the howling wind. Eivor looks to the sea below, then to Basim —his scouts working tirelessly since the siege of Portcestre nigh a fortnight ago to find leads. The culmination of their work leads him and Eivor to the southern edge of Cent to a cave guarded by Fulke’s acolytes. Eivor knows the gods are with him this day, as plain as if the Allfather whispered the affirmation into his ear.

The echoes of battle fill the air, and through the slivers of light above, you see shadows moving and hear the unmistakable cry of a raven growing closer —Sýnin. Rousing from uneasy rest, you clamber to the upturned bucket at the cell’s center, dragging chains behind you. Trembling, you clutch your swollen belly, then step up onto the bucket, fingers finding purchase on the metal grate above, slick with blood and excrements. Sýnin appears at the edge of the grate, his beady eyes staring down at you in the darkness, tilting his head this way and that. He hops up and down —talons clinking against the metal— before squawking wildly.

Eivor’s focus shifts from the dead littering the beach when he hears Sýnin inside the cave, and for the first time in weeks, you hear your name in his voice —a desperate plea. “Eivor!” His name is only a soft, airy rasp, not strong enough to carry with the raven’s calls. “Eivor!” You cry, this time louder, but your voice is broken, throat raw from days screaming and crying at the hands of Fulke and her enforcers. Sýnin’s squawks grow louder, mingling with footsteps.

The wave of relief almost shatters him when it hits and washes over his body and mind when he sees you —alive. Eivor reaches through the lattice, his fingers brushing against yours. “I’ve got you now,” he breathes, the torchlight showing the tears glistening in his clear blue gaze. You nod, smiling with cracked lips —thanking Frigg and Freyja that your prayers did not go unanswered. Eivor urges you to step down and aside, and when you do, he rears back, slamming the butt of his axe against the rusting lock, breaking it. With a sharp cry, he throws open the grate, sliding down into the darkness with you.

Hands trembling, he unlocks the manacles around your wrists and the shackle around your ankle. Each has left your skin red and raw beneath. Eivor gathers you in his arms. “Let’s get you out of here,” he says, lips brushing against your temple. You nod, eager to be rid of this damp and foul hole in the earth. Sýnin takes to your shoulder as soon as you are free, nudging his head against your temple and cheek. With a tired smile, you lift a hand to scritch the dark feathers of his underside as Eivor pulls himself free of the cell.

Eivor kneels, reaching for your hands, his thumbs brushing just above the broken skin on your wrists, and as you lean toward him, he swathes you with the coarse wool of his cloak —forehead pressed against yours. He feels the dampness on your cheeks as you press your face against his scarred neck. "I won't let anyone hurt you again,” he vows, “you're safe now.” One of his hands settles on your stomach, and you cover it with yours, holding him tightly with the other. “You’re both safe,” he whispers, and it’s only when he feels a light twitch against his hand that the realization breaks him. “I’m so sorry, my love,” Eivor chokes.

You draw back from his embrace, seeing the tears streak his face and the guilt clear on his expression. “Don’t blame yourself,” you plead, cupping his scarred cheek. “Please, don’t.” Eivor nods, though guilt still weighs heavily on his heart and will until he sees you safely returned to Ravensthorpe and tended to. He turns farther into your hand until his lips brush the center of your palm —a soft kiss, another promise.

Sýnin croaks, splashing in a puddle, and breaks yours and Eivor’s trance, reminding you both that you’re still in a cave, far from home and where you belong. He slides his arms beneath your knees and around your shoulders, rising with you. “You’re safe,” he repeats, more for himself to hear than you. Eivor breathes a deep sigh when he steps onto the beach, holding you close in his arms. Sýnin flies overhead, as do a pair of ravens — the same pair Eivor has seen in dreams of late. He smiles as he sets on the path carrying you up the cliffside, knowing Havi and Frigg had both heard his prayers.

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