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frenchoravocadotoast · 1 month

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Hytham headcanons

Hytham (AC Valhalla) x GN!reader

Word count: 1078

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

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

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

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

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

When he does, he smiles to himself.

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

“🧍🏾‍♂️Oh. Good evening.”

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

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

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

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

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

But you can try his! Just don’t die.

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

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

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

“Very funny. You can come out now.”

“We are so not doing this rn.”

“Please.”

“Please, Basim will kill me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Congrats! You’re now dating.

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

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

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notdeadellis · 5 months

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

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teecupangel · 9 months

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DesmondxHytham???

@fanworldbuildingfun and I had this idea where Desmond gets kicked into AC Valhalla’s timeline and he builds his own Brotherhood because he thought the Assassins didn’t exist by this time and it ends with his Brotherhood and Hytham’s bureau having some kind of turf war.

That could be our jumping point with Hytham being both annoyed and impressed by Desmond’s informants and recruits while Desmond is just under the misconception that Hytham might be some kind of proto-Assassin (which he is, the problem is Desmond doesn’t know about the whole Hidden Ones history since that was lost in time, hell, Amunet was only called a ‘proto-Assassin’ and isn’t even remembered as a founder by this point).

So, once Desmond is sure that his Assassins would be okay without him for a while and all of their bureaus are safe at the moment, he goes to Ravensthrope to check the competition.

What does he see?

An overworked lonely man who was nice to everyone and who looked at him with wary at first, only to show a friendly side once Desmond told him that Eivor sent him here (a lie) to help out.

Desmond starts helping out in Ravensthorpe, doing errands and hunting. Sometimes, he’d help bring deliveries from nearby settlements. Other times, he’s working as Randvi’s messenger for any settlement conflicts that arises.

In his free time, he checks up on Hytham.

At first, it was because of his Hidden Blade.

He had seen Eivor’s Hidden Blade and knew that she was wearing it wrong but he had assumed Eivor had gotten it from one of the Proto-Assassins or something.

But Hytham…

Hytham was the one who told him about the Hidden Ones.

About Alamut…

And, now that Desmond thought about it, it made sense that the Assassins didn’t just sprung up out of nowhere. They had to have come from somewhere.

A secret organization stationed mostly in Alamut would make sense, Desmond supposed.

Hell, he had been thinking of going to Alamut himself but that was mostly because there were memory seals in the Temple underneath that he could use to leave messages for Altaïr and maybe even the ‘next’ Desmond Miles.

But this…

This changes… well…

Not much, really.

Desmond has no plan to join the Hidden Ones. He has his own Brotherhood and they’re doing well on their own.

It sucked that they didn’t have Hidden Blades but being an Assassin was never about the Hidden Blade.

It was about the Creed.

And it seemed that the Hidden Ones also had the same Creed.

So…

Desmond stayed.

And he tells himself that he’s staying to learn more about the Hidden Ones.

Hytham stresses that he was not a mentor (“Yet.” Desmond adds, making Hytham chuckle and rub the back of his neck) so he cannot recruit Desmond but Desmond just waves it off, tells Hytham that he’s interested in the history and the traditions of the Hidden Ones.

And Hytham indulges him…

They have tea over it.

One time, Hytham showed him how to perform a leap of faith and it took all of Desmond’s willpower not to be a total showoff like Hytham was.

And then…

Eivor returned from her latest successful alliance and she sees Desmond in Ravensthorpe.

They talk and Desmond tries to tell her that he’s not here to sabotage Hytham’s bureau or whatever malicious plan Eivor believes he’s capable of.

Hell, the whole turf war between the Brotherhood and the Hidden Ones was started by a very gung-ho recruit and it’s not like Hytham had any other people in his corners other than Eivor and some informants.

It would be like pulling the pigtails of a girl peacefully making her sandcastle.

“I know we both have a list of people that should die and that’s not exactly peaceful, Eivor, I’m making a metaphor!”

But Desmond is good at making people do what he wants so Eivor just sighs and agrees not to say anything… for now.

If she even hears a hint of Desmond planning something nefarious against Hytham, she’d kick him out of Ravensthorpe herself.

And Desmond agrees.

So Eivor began to observe Desmond.

She tells Randvi that she’s doing it because she wants to make sure she did the right thing sending Desmond back to their home without her (and she wants to smack Desmond on the back of the head for making everyone believed she had invited him).

That’s when she noticed it.

What everyone in Ravensthorpe had noticed before.

Desmond and Hytham…

… were definitely acting more like a couple in the middle of courting one another than actual friends.

And that’s when Randvi told her that…

All of Ravensthorpe agreed not to say anything to either of them because watching them be oblivious to one another was more fun.

And Eivor…

… can’t help but agree to that.

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erzsebetrosztoczy · 2 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.

#ac valhalla #assassin's creed #assassin's creed valhalla #ac hytham #ac valhalla hytham #hytham #hytham x reader #ac hytham x reader #ac valhalla imagine #ac valhalla fanfic #my writing #i need someone to sedate me

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kavtsuki · 1 year

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everything i post will have adequate warnings and tags applied, but for the safety of everyone here i ask that you please make sure to read this post carefully before sending in a request. requests are currently : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 !!

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i also write stuff that may include age gaps, poly/threesome+, dubcon, incest, toy play, light bdsm, breath play, praise and light degradation, supernatural ❪ i.e. omegaverse, werewolf, vampire, etc. may include knotting in certain cases ❫, choking, stepcest, mommy/daddy kink ❪ to an extent ❫, and dacryphilia.

i will not write about cheating ❪ on the reader's behalf ❫, manipulation, abuse, etc. however, i will write about the reader being cheated on ❪ although not explicitly; mostly just mentioned in passing ❫.

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i highly suggest reading the warnings on every story that i create in case anything included is possibly triggering for you as a reader. do not proceed to read any story of mine before you have safely comprehended what you are about to read.

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HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE . . . harry james potter, ronald weasley, neville longbottom, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, theodore nott, dean thomas, fred weasley, george weasley, bill weasley, cedric diggory, oliver wood, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, sebastian sallow and ominis gaunt.

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ASSASSIN'S CREED: VALHALLA . . . male!eivor varinsdottir, sigurd styrbjornson, vili hemmingson, hrolfr/rollo, ubba ragnarsson, hytham, basim ibn ishaq, otta sluggason, aelfred the great, and leofrith.

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ATTACK ON TITAN . . . all of the scout regiment. other characters include marco bodt, moblit berner, and reiner braun and bertholdt hoover from the marleyan warriors.

TOKYO REVENGERS . . . manjiro sano ( mikey ), takashi mitsuya, shinichiro sano, naoto tachibana, ken ryuguji ❪ draken ❫, atsushi sendo, chifuyu matsuno, baji kaisuke, kazutora hanemiya, ran haitani, rindou haitani, nahoya kawata ❪ smiley ❫, hajime kokonoi, wakasa imaushi, and souya kawata ❪ angry ❫.

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sushis-brainrot · 5 months

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Do you ship Oswald and Valdis?

What about the other characters in the game besides Basim and Eivor, Who do you ship them with?

I'm fine with Oswald and Valdis. 🤷 My feelings about them as a couple are pretty neutral. I think Oswald is the sweetest character, though, and I adore his friendship with Eivor 💕 And... Valdis makes me cackle every time I hear her talk....... her Danish accent is so thick it distracts me 🤣 But the two as a couple? Eh. As long as Oswald is happy I'm happy. :')

As for other ships, here's a list:

Eivor x Kassandra

Kassandra x Eivor x Basim

Eivor x Hytham

Basim x Eivor x Hytham

Eivor x Ubba

Eivor x Vili

Randvi x Sigurd

Erke x Stowe

Kassandra x Brasidas

Basim x Ali

Loki x Havi

Mostly... 'cause Havi uses SO MUCH of the Ragnarök DLC just pining and sighing about how much he misses Loki 🤣

It's so toxic, and my whole heart isn't in it... buuuuut.......

I think that's it? Maybe?

The true answer: I genuinely want Eivor to be able to kiss everyone.

#ac #ac odyssey #ac valhalla #ac mirage #my ships

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canaidliafail · 1 year

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Fulkes undoing

fulke x f!reader drabble 🗡️

quick idea I had where you are one of Fulkes soldier that you have an intimate relationship with. Eivor kidnaps you in hopes that this will make fulke give her brother back. Sorry I unfortunately am a fulke enjoyer

when does the reason become the blame ? When did she fall so deep that her hand crafted soldier became her absolute undoing ?

weren’t you just her lackey ? sure you had spent countless nights exploring each other's bodies, mostly her exploring yours but even so, weren't you just someone to abide to all her whims and blindly follow her faith ? Then when ? How did she find herself in this position ?

It only took a second. a moment of weakness where Eivor, seething with anger, looked for her soft spot. Something to threaten her with and in her vulnerability her eyes darted over to you in concern. That was enough.

Eivor leaped and wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling them back, pinning them against your back and her axe was flat against your chest the tip pressed against your neck. You stopped breathing a thick clot forming in your throat from the supressed oxygen and eivors voice felt heavy right by your ears

“My brother in return for your woman” she threatened, still having reason within her to make a fair offer. What Fulke was building brick by brick to hide , Eivor had figured out in seconds.

You saw Fulke, looking collected, tall and cold as ice her blue eyes having a heated battle for dominance with Eivors. The ice blue darkened, a storm was brewing tainting the skies of her mind. You were familiar with that look

“She is but one of my soldiers” Fulke tried the words, flattening them, trying to unravel the situation unceremoniously but her pinky finger twitched and her breathing pattern grew deeper. she was at Eivors mercy at the moment

“I could replace her by dinner. Can you say the same for your brother ?” she teased with a sharp, thin smile but Eivor didn’t waver. she lowered her axe and pushed you towards a man who grabbed you with equal force. -Basim- as you recalled.

“She isn’t just a soldier fulke. That much I could tell. Bring me my brother tomorrow and I’ll let her go. Dont make me change the deal by saying an arm for an arm as well”

Fulke turned her back waving goodbye and grabbed a horse. The rest of her soldiers followed her lead heading back. She prayed that you understood this was an act. that she hadn’t abandoned you. In all honesty though she was lost and she felt cold sweat prickle her skin and dampen the fabric of her back

this may very well be the last day she would see you. Could she possibly find Eivors hideout within 12 hours, find you and then bring you back to her chambers where you could stay there safely and out of sight.

She had worked all her life for this moment. She couldn’t just give sigurd back. Sigurds prophecy was her life's purpose. She grew gloomy and grim. “Hej!” she called out and whipped the reins harder, urging the horses to pick up their pace.

what was the solution

what was the answer

what

what….

Had her God abandoned her or did she perhaps abandon him while pursuing you?

#fulke valhalla #fulke x reader #eivor varinsdóttir #sigurd styrbjornson #ac valhalla

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ls-21187 · 2 years

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babe im at hospital

#assassins creed #assassin's creed valhalla #ac valhalla #hytham x eivor #hytham #ac hytham #eivor wolfkissed #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor x hytham #sigurd styrbjornson #basim ibn ishaq #sigurd x basim #meme #ac meme #assassin's creed meme

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sonnefuchs · 2 years

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I think my problem is, amongst many, I just want Eivor to end up with everyone.

#Eivor x #basim #hytham #sigurd #vili #ivarr #ubba #soma #stigr the amorous #tarben #estrid

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frenchoravocadotoast · 19 days

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Take me back to Constantinople

Hytham (AC: Valhalla) x GN!Reader

Word count: 2704

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

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

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

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

Like the one from a couple of days ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re staring.”

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

“I’m just watching them dance.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They’re too drunk to care.”

“Hytham.”

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

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

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

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That day came sooner than Hytham expected.

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

“Remember to aim for a pulse point.”

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

“Damn it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I yours.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know I won’t complain.”

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Complain? No, he could never.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was set up.”

“Took you long enough.”

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

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

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

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handsomejaclyn · 3 years

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Tfw you’re arguing with your brother over matters of honor but you’re sleeping with his wife on the down low so your moral position is shaky

#Eivor Varinsdottir #randvi #sigurd styrbjornson #basim ibn ishaq #assassin’s creed valhalla #ac Valhalla #assassin’s creed #my posts #Eivor x Randvi

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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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