#m!Eivor x Reader
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𝓓𝓪𝔂 20 - “I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed” || male!Eivor x fem!reader
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Summary: The pleasure of using you is something Eivor can't wait to experience.
Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)
Word count: ~ 1180
Author: Fenrir
A/N: The prompt for today is: Dirty Talk
During the ride home after the huge feast Sigurd threw, you giggled and rubbed slowly on Eivor's thigh from behind as you nuzzled his back, sitting behind him on his horse.
As Eivor helped you off the horse and embraced you with his strong arm, leading you to his room in the great hall, he leaned over for a kiss, hungry for you like you were for him. The building was empty at this time of night since everyone was still celebrating and having fun by the mead with Sigurd, giving Eivor time to push you against a wall and raise your skirt.
While checking to ensure no one was around, Eivor unzipped his pants enough to pop his hard cock on out and slide your panties to the side. He jerked himself a few times, looking hard into your eyes. “You like it, Y/N? You want to feel my cock in your little pussy, don’t you?”
The lips of your pussy slipped over his tip in response, making both of you shiver. “Yes, Eivor,” you whispered, licking your lips. “I want you to possess me in every way possible.”
Eivor grunted as the tip of his shaft pushed past your warm lips, directly into your wet pussy. Sighing as he sank deep enough, he started setting a pace as his hands rested on your waist. One hand was shaking as he read your body, while the other pressed over his. He didn't try to stop the slapping; Eivor felt himself thrust faster, the noise getting a little louder in the hall, but he couldn't stop it.
You bounced as if you wanted to ride him like a horse and yearned to be buried in his mattress.
With enough reserve, Eivor slipped out of you, putting his cock back into his pants and pulling your skirt down, so he could lead the way into his chamber. “I want to fuck you in my bed. You’re such a little horny cunt, aren’t you?”
“I’m all your, Eivor,” you jumped on him inside, taking off your coat, easily wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck and shoulders. Biting your lip, you bounced once again on his hidden cock, throbbing in wait to finally possess you; your feet touched the ground as your hand laced with his, leading him to bed.
Grabbing your skirt waist, Eivor made sure you were close again, unclasping it until it spilled onto the ground. In panties still to the side, he saw how you dripped down your thighs and he reached to taste; sucking his fingers clean, he smirked at the blush covering your cheeks.
Eivor undid his pants and stroked himself. He watched as you shifted your panties off, exposing those legs nice and wide, your juices still dripping; Eivor watched as you licked your fingertips and slowly started circling your clit. Both of your breaths labored bit by bit, anxious to see who would be first to savour the other's sugared gloss.
A mischievous grin adorned Eivor's lips as he teased, "You seem ready for dessert, my little slut, craving my cock in your tight cunt."
At first, you nodded without saying anything, until you heard a breathy moan from him as he jerked himself for you. "I'm more than ready, Eivor, I need your hard dick inside of me," you barely whispered, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide for him to watch.
While imagining himself inside you, Eivor stood between your legs, the heat from your pussy making him bite his lip. "You have such a pretty pussy, little one," he praised. "One of the prettiest cunts I have ever seen." As Eivor smiled at you, he touched your wetness and guided your hand to touch his hard cock. Finding a rhythm, you both were able to get as close as possible for a kiss without moving faster. "Are you missing the feeling of me stretching your little pussy out? Oh yes, you are so famished for my cock, aren't you?"
As you both became more comfortable, you shook at the feeling of him, his body doing the same.
You let out a pleasured groan as his fingers slipped inside of you. Inching him until he was lined up with your entrance again, your hand tightened around his throbbing cock as you rolled your head back at the feeling of his fingers fucking you slowly, making you even wetter.
“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you, Y/N?” He asked softly, lips parted. “Such a naught girl, a slut for my dripping cock.” Taking his hand away from your wet hole, Eivor heard a whimper of disappointment leaving your lips, though that turned into a whimper of lust as he pushed his tip deep and could feel you clench immediately around his shaft.
As Eivor held you in place, you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, and your legs squeezed his waist. When he threw himself back onto the bed, you took advantage of the situation and pushed him down in order to remain on top. Within seconds, your hands were on his chest, and you rode him hard without a moment's hesitation.
By gripping your hips so tightly, he forced you down, making your pussy swallow his member fully.
"That's it, baby. Give in," he panted, urging you on.
"Fuck… Fill me, Eivor, I need your seed filling my womb," you moaned. Those words came out without a second thought.
Faster you went, the tighter you felt. As Eivor steadied you, your insides gripped tightly onto his cock.
Holding you close, he sat up as you caught your breath; your foreheads touched softly, your hearts pounding. When Eivor leaned in for another kiss, your tongues met and slipped past to explore the other's mouth as your fingers held his bearded face, brushing through his loosened hair as your breathing got heavier.
Eivor flipped you over so you lay on your back, legs tightly around his hips as he thrust into you faster and harder than before. "That's it, dirty cunt," he whispered into your ear after kissing your neck. "Like me fucking your cunt like that, huh? Treating you like a whore, using you as I please?"
“Mark me,” you begged Eivor, rocking your hips back and forth in response to his thrusts. "Make me fucking yours, I want everyone to know I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed,” you pleaded dearly.
With Eivor coming inside you, your bodies started clapping louder as all his pent-up energy finally spilled out. His lips trembled as he whispered, pushing a few more times to spread all of his semen within you, "Oh, dear Odin, your cunt feels divine."
You wrapped your legs around his waist, your voice muttering that you felt how hot his cum was and that his cock twitched in a way that made you shiver. As you slid back together, your warm pussy still wrapped tight around his softening shaft, you cuddled in the middle of the bed.
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Title: Persuasion
Pairing: m!Eivor x fem!Reader x Alexios
Rating: M
Summary: It takes both Eivor and Alexios to convince you to join them on their summer raid to England. Blame @mrsragnarlodbrok for this filth. ❤️
THE WATER IS warm and relaxing after a long day’s hunt, but the reprieve is interrupted by a messenger from the south named Ragn. He brings word from Eivor Wolfsmal —a summons to meet and discuss plans for the summer raiding season. The arrival of the raids means good plunder for those who partake, but for your people, it means the time to start planting rocky fields and making stores for the next winter is nigh approaching too.
There is a reason your people have not gone a viking in so long —the winters are growing longer and colder, and you cannot risk losing the menfolk, else everyone starve. But Ragn tells you Eivor has set his sights to the west, to the foretold riches of East Anglia and beyond. You thank him for the message and sink further into the cooling water before calling for one of the members of your vanguard, asking her to call upon your bannermen to prepare for departure. At dawn, you will travel south and meet Eivor of the Raven Clan’s call —for old time’s sake, if nothing else.
It is not an overly long journey south, nor is it a short one traveling across rocky crags and rushing streams. It takes nigh two moons before you can see the walls of Eivor’s settlement rising on the horizon —guarding the dark and frigid waters of the fjord beyond. Horns sound to announce the arrival, and Eivor rides out to meet you and your traveling party. People have trickled in for the last fortnight, and you are among the last to arrive —the one he’s wanted to see the most.
He dismounts his white mare as you slide from the back of your mount too and approaches you with welcome arms and warmth in his smile. The years have not changed him. He is still handsome and kindly as ever. He embraces you, a quick greeting between old friends. “Welcome,” Eivor says, then he spares a moment to look you over from head to toe. He feels as though time has not been as gentle to him as it has to you. “You look well,” he remarks.
You reach out, resting a hand on his scarred cheek, and smile up at him. “As do you.” Eivor covers your hand with his own, fingers curling around yours. He pulls your hand from his cheek and places a quick kiss on your knuckle. You ride at Eivor’s side, your traveling party trailing along, single file with the wagons at the head through the streets, stopping at the heart of the settlement before the great hall. Dismounting, you look around at the wood and stone buildings, noting how much the once small harbor has grown in recent years.
“Come with me,” Eivor says, motioning for you to follow him through the muddy streets to the harbor. You wave to your bannermen, and they disperse among the barracks and market —offloading crates and barrels of goods from wagons and carts for trade. Horns sound again, marking the arrival of three longships bearing white sails with a dark eagle clutching a serpent in its talons. The last of those who Eivor summoned for the meeting.
A man wearing pale brown leathers, a mantle of grey fur, and blue wool disembarks from the arriving longship, drawing back his hood. Most of the gathered Jarls you are familiar with, but this is a new and strange face. One who does not belong so far north. His dark hair is matted into locks shorn at his shoulders and adorned with golden beads —his skin is sun-kissed, and his eyes dark. Eivor approaches the man on the wharf, and they both size each other up in a moment of tense silence. The façade quickly breaks with Eivor’s laugh. “Alexios!” He greets.
Alexios clasps Eivor on the shoulder, smiling. “It has been too long, my friend,” he remarks —dark gaze straying to where you wait beneath an arch of wood and stone. But curiosities can be slaked later; for now, it is time to prepare for the feast.
NINE OF THE eleven Jarls who have answered the call retire for the evening. Their absence leaves you sitting between Eivor and Alexios at the table strewn with overturned cups and empty plates —still unconvinced it’s in your people’s best interests to join the summer raids of an all but unknown land. Too much is at stake for you to carelessly venture west.
“You’ve yet to persuade me, Wolf-kissed,” you note, setting aside your cup. The promise of riches alone is not enough to send men to an early grave. “I have my people I must care for and women and children who will lose their husbands and fathers.” Where others could make do with the absence of menfolk during the warm months, your clan could not —only a handful of men joined the raids each year. Every person contributed to the survival of the whole so far north. “Our winters are longer than yours here in the south,” you remind him.
Alexios regards you carefully, a smile tugging at his lips. He’s not said much this evening, but his dark eyes have been busy —watching. He sees a strong will, a sharp wit, and a gentle heart. The makings of a leader loved by the masses. That’s without considering the respect you commanded from the others who have seen more summers than you. He has to admire that after encountering so many weak-willed leaders in his years.
“Perhaps another drink will help ease your worries,” Eivor says, pouring a fresh cup of mead and sliding it across the table for you to take. Even drunk, you do not think you’d willingly throw away so many lives for the spoils of the summer raids. He’s adamant, though. “I know there are riches and fertile land to the west,” Eivor tells you. “You need not endure the harsh winters if your people can call Anglia home.”
“It’s true,” Alexios supplements, “I’ve been there before.” He has wandered around the world for centuries and knows Eivor and others speak the truth about the land once named Britannia. “Thick forests and rolling green hills as far as the eye can see.” It sounds too good to be true —like a dream. “You see,” Alexios continues, “the true riches lie not in gold or silver, but the fertile earth. There’s more than enough land for your people to make a new home,” he tells you.
“Still,” you say, looking between the two men flanking your sides, “I shall have to think on it.” It is no small thing to ask that you uproot your people on a whim for an uncertain future in a strange land, but perhaps you could join them to see this land and its riches for yourself. Though, it is still something that must be considered without the strong mead fogging your senses.
Alexios leans forward, crossing his arms on the table. He looks past you to Eivor —who seems to be in the same mindset as him. He’s certainly not immune to the charms of a woman such as you, and neither is Eivor, considering the looks he’s shared with you over the course of the evening. “Perhaps we can convince you to join us,” he says, voice gruffer than just moments before.
Eyes flitting between both men, you catch onto the game they’re playing. You’re not one to shy away from such games, and it’s an easy choice to decide to play along with whatever they might be scheming. “And how will you do that?” You challenge, lifting a brow.
“Do you know how to wield a spear?” Alexios asks —you catch the double meaning of his question easily enough. Had any other Jarl asked such a thing, you’d have emptied your cup over their head, but there’s a certain allure and charm to Alexios with his sharp features and tawny-gold eyes.
“I do,” you answer, letting another sip of mead wash away what little inhibitions are left for the evening. “I can skewer a boar and bring a man to his knees,” you note. Eivor knows you can do both with ease —he’s seen you hunt before, knows what it’s like to have you writhing as he fucks you.
“How about you, Alexios? Can you wield a spear?” You query, lifting your cup to hide a bold and enticing smile. He moves as soon as you set your cup on the table, drawing you into his lap, hands instantly finding the ties of your soft gambeson and the pale tunic below —as though he’s been waiting for this moment since first setting eyes on you hours prior. The gambeson slips to the floor, and you rid yourself of the thin tunic without care. His lips are warm and soft against yours when he kisses you, palms pressing flat against your breasts.
He leans down, mouth latching onto your neck with a gentle bite that makes you gasp. Alexios moves down your chest until his lips wrap around one taut nipple, his tongue swirling around the bud and drawing a moan from your traitorous lips. You feel him smile against you —the press of his teeth against your chest in a broad grin. You catch Eivor’s gaze, and the color on his cheeks as your hands trail down Alexios’s chest —you can feel the firm muscles in his abdomen beneath your hands and his half-hard cock pressing into your thigh. He offers no resistance when you start unlacing the ties of his pants.
His cock is thick, heavy, and hot in your hand as you wrap your fingers around him —feeling each rigid vein. You can’t help but imagine the feel of them dragging along your walls as he fucks you. Your cunt tightens at the thought —a shiver crawls down your spine, and warmth pools in your belly. What you’d give to mount him like a stallion —you can already feel the aching burn of him stretching you open. But for now, you’ll settle for this. Alexios’s head tips back. The muscles in his neck tense. You lean into him, lips dragging along his jawline, and when he groans, it reverberates through you both. His breath stutters as you start slow. A teasing, languid pace —letting your entire hand explore him.
Eivor shifts in his chair —you can feel the heat of his stare without sparing him a glance. “You’re awfully quiet, Eivor,” you muse, still peppering kisses along Alexios’s neck and letting his calloused hands explore what skin they can. “Still not over that night?” You tease, breath catching when Alexios nips at your collarbone —the scruff of his beard leaving a burning trail that his tongue soothes. “Must’ve been, what? Four years ago, now?” Eivor does not answer. He won’t give you the satisfaction of knowing how many times the thought of you has kept him warm at night.
Your gaze drops to Alexios’s cock as you give him another long stroke from base to tip. Flushed, thick, and throbbing against your skin. You stop holding back —hand moving faster and wrist twisting on each upstroke— and Alexios cannot restrain himself any longer. He feels a fool for coming undone so quickly, but there’s magic in your touch, especially after a long voyage at sea.
“Is this any way to treat your host?” Eivor japes, and you can hear the bitter jealously in his voice as he watches. “Casting him aside to watch?”
“Come now, Eivor,” you chide. “You’ll have your fun later.” The way you say it, taunting and teasing with your hand wrapped around another man’s cock makes this all seem like a competition. If it is, at least it is a game where you will all be victorious.
“Is this not part of the sacred guest-rights?” Alexios asks, his voice half-strangled from how your hand works his cock but amused too. His body arches into you, pulling you against him, and his lips part as he moans unabashedly. It isn’t loud, but it is guttural and desperate, and it makes your core ache with want. Your hand doesn’t stop working him even as he spills himself over your fingers, drawing out his orgasm for as long as you can until you slow to a stop, and he begins to relax —catching his breath.
But he’s quick to begin taking what he wants. Alexios kisses your neck, moving down your body —the rough pads of fingers trailing along your sides, but it’s not enough. He needs more, wants more, and it’s impulse and desire when he sweeps his arms out, knocking the plates and cups in front of him to the floor. Alexios lifts you from his lap onto the edge of the table —hurriedly pulling at the ties of your britches as you toe off your boots.
Eivor inhales sharply, seeing you bare and splayed out on the table. His tongue darts out to dampen his lips. Memory reminds him of how sweet you tasted and how prettily you’d moaned for him, and he can barely stand the thought of not being the one between your thighs.
Alexios slinks down to look upon his second meal —eager to devour. You feel the stubble of his jaw tickle the crest of one hip and then the other before feeling his breath against your aching center. He kisses the inside of each thigh, then suckles and bites a mark in the same place on each side, laving over the little marks with his tongue. Alexios does not know what will come of this night, though he will leave a lasting impression on you to remember him by for the coming days —and maybe have you coming back to warm his bed on these cold northern nights.
He nuzzles his face against your cunt, inhaling the heady scent —drunk off the smell— and Alexios wrenches an incredulous noise from your throat when his tongue darts out, licking a flat stripe over you, stopping to circle your clit. He repeats the action thrice over, each time adding more pressure —devouring your cunt with attention like a man supping on his last meal, and he will be sure to have his fill. Reaching down, you twine your hands into his dark hair, and he peers up, dark eyes almost black with desire but still shining gold in the firelight. It’s easy to forget you and Alexios are not alone.
His tongue and mouth are insistent but soft, warm, and wet —a practiced lover— and he groans in delight against you when he feels your hips rise from the table and start to roll against his tongue. Alexios thinks himself a simple devotee worshipping at the altar of a goddess.
Every time you make a new noise, it just makes him more voracious —makes his cock stir again, but right now is about you and he’s determined not to stop until you’re shaking. He loops his arms under your thighs and moves his fingers to spread you open farther —letting his thumbs rub up and down your folds, gathering the slick. Then he eases one finger into your cunt, curling, and stroking, then adds a second. It’s devastating —the gentle pressure with each flick of his tongue on your clit— your breath comes in short gasps, chest heaving until it all erupts in slow sparks and smoldering flames.
It's the plummet of a longship’s prowl after cresting a wave when gravity takes its full force. The slow build of heat low in your belly takes to flames fanned by bellows. Alexios curls his fingers just right and feels your body tighten and seize. Your back arches off the tabletop and your ragged cry of ecstasy fill the room as you quiver.
Alexios raises his head, lips and chin glistening in the low light of the empty mead hall. He eases you down, hands stroking the insides of your thighs, and his lips find the skin below your navel before he draws you off the table and back into his lap. You tremble still when he drags the scruff of his jaw over your breasts and clavicles —promptly burying his face into your neck and listening as your heartbeat slows.
Fingers threading into Alexios’s matted locks, you glance at Eivor —his eyes are dark and filled with lust. His breathing is quicker and more labored than it had been during the feast too. Eivor splays his legs open, and you can see the outline of his hard cock through the wool of his britches. You smile for him —knowing it drives him to insanity and jealousy to see you like this because of another man. Alexios’s rough hands slide over your sides and around to your backside, pulling you down and forward against him —so you can feel his cock twitch back to life. A promise the night is not over yet.
But Eivor’s patience has run dry, and he will resign to being a bystander no longer. Rising from his seat, Eivor steps to you and Alexios, tugging your hair and forcing you to look up at him. He cranes down close to your ear and smirks. “My turn,” he rasps, pulling you off Alexios’s lap before scooping you up and over his shoulder and parading through the Great Hall toward his chambers. “Come, my friend,” Eivor calls back to Alexios, “guest-rights would have you take her cunt first.”
Anticipation burns low in your belly as Eivor pushes open the door to his room. Alexios trails a few steps behind —cock half-hanging out of the untied laces of his britches— his hands already fumbling with the ties of his tunic. Then Eivor lets you down from his shoulder and seizes your face in his hands, lips finding yours with burning lust and consuming passion.
You break away, breathless, and start to slide your hands beneath the hem of his tunic, pushing up the coarse crimson wool until he finally rids himself of it. Then your lips trail effortlessly along his heated flesh as you kiss your way from his scarred neck down his chest, then to his stomach, ghosting over the familiar blue-black ink of the runic tattoos accenting his middle. They’re a shade or two lighter than when you last saw him like this.
“Didn’t I tell you you’d have your fun later?” You muse, stopping just below his navel where a trail of hair a shade darker than that on his head begins. His response is a breathy groan as you continue down the path you’d started, falling to your knees in front of him, alas. His hands tangle in your hair as he moans quietly for you, feeling the blood rush as your breath trails dangerously close to the swell of his still-clothed cock.
His jaw clenches in frustration when you slow down, working the ties of his britches. You push the soft leather down his thighs, letting his cock fall free —hard, heavy, and weeping with want. Eivor steps out of his britches, and you press a to kiss his inner thigh, feeling the muscle twitch in anticipation. You kiss his inner thigh and feel the muscle twitch in anticipation. His fingers brush over your jaw, and your lips part to run your tongue across the length of his cock.
You look up at him before circling the head of his cock with your tongue, and he growls, running a hand through your hair affectionately. Your thighs squeeze together, knowing how much he wants your attention makes you feel flushed and warm in the best way. You give him a small smile before you open wider to take the head between your lips and are rewarded with his pleased sigh.
He hisses as he watches his cock disappear into your mouth —can feel the wet of your tongue lapping at him when you hollow your cheeks in. Your eyes are fixed on him, firing with lust as you watch him slowly fall into a haze. His brows furrow, his eyes slip shut, and his mouth parts from the sudden peak of pleasure. He doesn’t expect you to stop so suddenly, though. The aching emptiness between your thighs is enough to drive you mad. You look back at Alexios —he’s bare as you are now, his clothes tossed in a heap at the door, and he’s stroking his cock as he watches.
Rising from your knees, you press your hand to the center of Eivor’s chest, pushing him back toward the bed. He goes without complaint, falling backward into the furs, and you join him, perching on hands and knees —placing a long lick up the underside of his cock before a small sucking kiss on the head and presenting yourself to Alexios for the taking.
Alexios steps up behind you, his hands running over your hips and backside. His fingers dip into your soaked cunt before curling around his cock, stroking himself before pressing into you —slowly, so you can feel each ridge and vein dragging along your walls, filling you. It draws a low moan from you as he bottoms out, then starts thrusting shallowly as you lick a stripe up Eivor’s cock again. You give no warning as you open wide, mouth closing around the head of his cock and slipping halfway down his length. His fingers instinctively yank at your hair, moan cracking in his throat like he’s choking on the sound.
From behind, relentlessly to his snapping hips, Alexios fucks into you. Hard, rigid, merciless through a string of guttural groans and stumbling profanities spoken in a tongue you do not understand. Needy and pitifully pathetic, your aching cunt burns with each thrust, rough pads of his callous fingers digging into the skin of your bare hips. You lay there for him, hands twisted into the fur pelts next to Eivor’s thighs, body jolting and humming with pleasure. You can’t see him, yet you know how he must be —satisfied— and how he must look —chest flushed as incoherent grunts of pleasure bolt his lips.
His thickness splits you inch by inch while he slams in relentlessly, ceaselessly, persistently. Each vein, each ridge, each curve of his cock skidding along the walls of your cunt, driving your body further into oblivion. Alexios’s teeth scrape over your shoulder when he lowers his mouth to your back. One of his hands stays on your waist, anchoring you against him, the other palms your breast, fingers tweaking one nipple then the other. You’re vaguely aware that Alexios and Eivor are saying something to each other, but you’re too distracted by your work to pay attention. You shiver a bit when you feel warm hands come down to grope your breasts, and you let your throat squeeze around him, mind shrouded in a fog of sex.
Alexios looks down at the display of his cock moving in and out of your wet cunt. It’d be a shame not to enjoy what you’re offering in the moment. He leans over you, chest pressed against your back, and kisses your neck —the feel of his hot lips sends a shiver down your spine and makes you clench around his cock. “Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing a handful of your ass to spur you along. You feel the familiar tension blooming in your stomach as he thrusts inside you again and again. The needy little sounds you’re making for him are muffled around Eivor’s cock. Alexios’s bottoming out with every rock of his hips against yours, and this won’t last much longer for either of you —his cock is already throbbing with the prospect of release.
Eivor’s fingers thread into your hair, keeping you against his groin and looking at you like you’re some kind of benevolent goddess. It only makes that heat inside you flare up more. This all feels so good, but you can only offer muffled whines as both of them enjoy your body. You whimper, and the low reverberation and hum of your mouth around his cock is enough to finish Eivor —and you swallow the bitter salt of his seed.
Rough fingertips find your clit, rubbing and stroking until your cunt clamps down tight around his cock, and you lose all sense of focus as the wave of pleasure washes over you —breath reduced to tiny gasps and your thighs shaking. You slump forward, head pillowed on Eivor’s stomach, content to let Alexios work himself to his own finish with your body, and it doesn’t take much time. He comes inside you after a few more sloppy thrusts, cock spasming deep in your cunt, pressed so close against your back you can feel his heart beating fast behind you. The two of you stay together for a minute to get your bearings before he pulls out and steps away.
Eivor’s waited long enough to have your cunt, and he’ll not give you long to recover from how Alexios fucked you. He crawls between your thighs. His eyes hold a certain darkness you’ve never seen before —rooted in jealousy— and his mouth is slightly a gape with his chest rising and falling in heavy heaves. He takes hold of his cock, stroking himself as his spare hand plants to your hip, spreading your legs open wide for his taking. Eivor’s lips quirk into a faint smirk as he guides his cock into you as if to say you’re mine now.
Low and throaty, he hisses to the sensation, eyes momentarily clenching shut to the feel of you as he sinks to the hilt. His thrusts start slow but quicken —he’s thought about having you like this again on many a cold night— cock throbbing and twitching inside you, slipping from your cunt messily each time before plummeting back in. He grunts and curses above you as you plead with sobs of frustration and nigh overstimulation. You’ve never been so well-fucked before.
Your nails dig into his biceps, each thrust presses your breasts tighter to his chest. Eivor dips his head down, teeth scraping over your neck —just above a thrumming pulse. Your body involuntarily reacts, arching into him, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer every time he rolls his hips into yours. His fingertips press hard into your thighs, holding you tight against him, and your back arches with jolting shocks. Eivor’s eyes blacken when his eyes glaze over your body —wanton and bare, completely exposed for him, with your breasts bouncing as he rams in, cock burying deep, deep inside you with each thrust.
He grunts, jaw tightened, his pace never faltering. Your cunt pulses and throbs —Alexios’s seed leaking onto the furs below. Eivor breathes your name, face lowering to yours —mead-tinged breath hot against your lips as he quietly growls, teeth barely grazing your jaw. Persistently, he nips at the soft skin of your neck, leaving marks to match those left by Alexios, as if marking his claim too. “Fuck,” he grits, his eyes frenzied and primal, wild as he asserts his dominance —taking what should have been his all along. It’s the way his throbbing cock works your cunt, the way he perfectly fucks you into pure and utter bliss.
Throaty and gruff, he lets out rough moans, breathy and raggedy, and hot as he shudders, sending shivers of wanting down your spine when you know he’s close. Your head tilts back, and you can see Alexios reclined behind you —watching contentedly. With a few particularly harsh thrusts, you yelp in pleasure, ascending another peak, searing your nerves as he continues to fuck into you, chasing his own end. Eivor’s cock hits your end with a halt, a satisfied grumble of his chest rumbling against your breasts as he finds release, filling you with tingling warmth. Then his head falls forward, forehead pillowed on your breasts, and he lets out a breathy exhale, chest hot and puffing from the exertion. Drawing in a long sigh, Eivor slides his cock from you, rolling off to the side.
Shifting, you rest your head on Alexios’s stomach and drape your legs across Eivor’s. He smooths his hand over your calf and turns his head, watching the seed drip from your ruined cunt. Sleep weighs heavily on your chest after the length of days of travel, and now this. It calls sweetly. “Have we persuaded you to go to England with us?” Alexios asks, half-laughing as he runs his fingertips over your stomach and stops to fondle one of your breasts.
“Will the two of you be having me like this every day if I do?” You ask in turn, voice airy —dreamy— eyes slipping shut. Both men exchange a look, and neither will object to such a proposition. You can feel the low rumble of laughter in Alexios and Eivor’s chests. You certainly wouldn’t object to the proposal. Eivor kisses the bend of your knee, and Alexios takes your hand, lips pressing to the center of your palm —each kiss like a promise of what’s to come.
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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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modern!eivor is either from the mother land of Norway or Minnesota/North Dakota
#as someone who is norwegen and from one of those places#you can’t tell me this isn’t true#ac eivor#ac valhalla#m!eivor#f!eivor x reader#f!eivor#assassin's creed#assassins creed eivor
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Welcome to a Faraway Galaxii
-please read before proceeding to the fics-
About the Page
Welcome!
For sometime now I have been encourage to post and share my fanfics with the public. I chose tumblr as a safe spot to place my writing because of the kindness in the community and the shared love for composition. I am a first time writer but a big dreamer, with an active imagination and if you’re here… your curiosity served you well.
Travel with me down the road of fantasies- for I would love to show you my world 💜 Here’s the information of the fics I’m currently working on. Some of these are all to be projected well over 15 chapters but, first:
WARNINGS: These fics WILL contain scenes not appropriate for young minds so minors: this is not the page to follow. Warnings included in this series are:
Abuse, Violence, Death, War, smut (Graphic Scenes), PiV, fluff, drama and if theres any others throughout the book please message me so that I can tag them for you!
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~ Each fic with OCs will come with a prequel(s) explaining the original charters background to help you process the story in advanced.
~At the beginning of each post will hold information about the chapter (i.e if it’s nsfw or sfw, notes or trigger warnings).
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Star Wars the Clone Wars: Bloodline
Fic Summary: After a brewing war intensified across the galaxy and the republic slowly diminishing; General Skywalker and his ARC unit discovers a way win the war with an unlikely ally. The question still remains, will they succeed when darkness still lurks around the corner...? Or to what extent will they need to sacrifice and achieve victory…
Chapters: 4/?
Notes:
~Captain Rex x OC
~Scenes not appropriate for young minds. Tags will be made
~Original character with an original planet that’s in the star wars universe
~Translations will be under the 'notes' tab (similar to this post) that will help you understand what the characters are saying.
[The plot hole i discovered in my written chapters runs deep. I need time to fix it, Im so sorry- but thank you for being patient!!]
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AC Valhalla: Frejas Promise
Fic Summary: Alas! Eivor has become Jarlskona of Ravensthorpe but with leadership came many responsibilities- and enemies. Working hard to unite England with her many allies, an unknown force gathers beyond the winter stormed mountains of Northumbria. Creeping closer to home. With Halfdan out the door- what will become of Mercia and its people?
Notes:
~ F!Evior x Vili Hemmigston
~ Scenes not appropriate for young minds. Tags will be made
~This is based off the video game Assassin Creed: Valhalla. One of my all time fav games on the market. Is the fic canon? Not really but were here for the imagination. Our queen Eivor deserved so much more love than she got. So I am here to remedy ;')
~Fic is essentially an Arc. It will be short, probably 10 chapters at best.
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Other Fics/Shorts I’ve been writing off and on with created OC’s and CCs that are not ready to post yet are:
Star Wars: A Ghost for Prospect | Captain Rex x Reader
Mass Effect Andromeda: The After Effect | Jaal Ama Darav x f!Ryder
Naruto: Queen of the Black Sea | Gaara x OC
Jujutsu Kasien: In the End There’s Always Red | Sukuna/Itadori x OC
Starfield: I'll Give you the Sun | Sam Coe x Reader
|| Last Updated: Wednesday, April 24th, 2024 ||
#tcw fanfic#mass effect andromeda#jaal x ryder#naruto fanfiction#jjk fanfic#starfield#fanfics#first fanfic#the clone wars#original character#assassin creed#ac valhalla#vili hemmingston x Eivor#vili hemmingson#sam coe#tcw rex
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Ship thing: Assassin's Creed
otp
the year of our lord 2023 is the year cringe is dead and we love and appreciate canon x OC ships, thus, Jacob Frye x Queenie Lamb 5ever
favourite canon pairing
The only "canon" pairing I'm really familiar with in Assassin's Creed is Bayek x Aya but hot damn those two have such sweet scenes together so i'm ok to say they're my favorite
worst pairing ever
Haytham x Ziio, girlfriend we don't fuck colonizers
guilty pleasure pairing
M!Eivor x Reader/OC/whatever have you, he's got such potential to basically be a classic gruff traumatized romance novel husband and I'm weak for beardy men as always
a pairing you want to see more
MORE JAYADEEP/HENRY X EVIE AND NOT JUST THE CUTE SHIT I WANNA SEE THEM /BANG/
that pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”
I don't know who started Jacob x Arno and I don't want anyone to explain it to me it just makes me go "...ok then" and scroll past tbh so not super negative about it, just don't get it
favorite non-romantic pair
I don't know if I can count it as non-romantic cause they totally wanted to explore each other's bodies but Leonardo and Ezio are the best most supportive bros
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Imagine...
You are a young seer living on the outskirts of a viking settlement in england, normally people come to you to cure ailments of body and soul and you prepare elixirs and sacrifices to help them. But tonight you make a little selfish sacrifice, something for yourself, you look for someone to keep you company, someone to warm you and love you. You paint your face and body, dress in a white robe, and then light a fire. In the middle of the ritual a noise in the bushes startles you, you turn around and see a man appear from the shadows, straw colored hair, beard, tattoos cover his broad chest and strong arms, he has only one blue eye, deep as an ocean.
He approaches with quick steps, his gaze fixed on you, a shiver runs down your spine and your heart explodes in your chest. "Who are you?" you ask, afraid of the answer that will come, "I have many names..." he says running his thumb over your lips...
#acvalhalla#assassinscreedvalhalla#eivor wolfkissed#eivor#male eivor#eivor varinsson#maleeivor#assassinscreed#havi#m!eivor x reader#m!eivor#m! eivor x reader
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Hearth and Rime | Ch. 1
Pairing: M!Eivor x Reader
Summary: Eivor has had a rough day and you make him feel better :)
Words: 1600~
Genre: Fluff, Comfort?
Warnings: Spoilers for end of Cent Arc! | Somewhat suggestive fade to black
Note: Still a bit new to writing fics, so sorry if its a bit rough around the edges!
I actually finished this in time for valentines but just kept editing it and being too nervous to actually post it? Then decided to retake all the photos lol...
This is also a continuation of the first fic I put up, BUT you don’t need to read it to understand (it was like 200 words). Here’s a link!
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The home is modest for its outwards appearance. According to Eivor, the last occupants were runaway Saxons, who fled the day after they saw him in the area. They didn’t leave much behind, but it’s serviceable.
“Smells good!” Eivor stands by a cooking pot in the corner, setting down the bright torch in his hand. He turns to you with a cheeky look.
“Here,” He says, untying his cloak. The Viking comes to you as you stand in front of the doorway. His cloak needs to go over, and so you squeeze your head through the hole. “This should help you warm up.”
Gentle arms reach around your shoulders, and instinctually, your arms begin to trace his waist to his back. Adrenaline surges in cold shivers: from your arms through to your spine. Your face is practically buried in the nook between his neck and shoulder. You hold each other a moment, checking off an imaginary checklist of things that make him real. His warmth, his scent, his breath...
A tight tug wakes you up; the cloak has been set, albeit loosely. He lets go of the embrace. Even as he leaves, the cloak maintains his warmth.
“It smells like blood…”
He chuckles lightly, “Does it now?... Surprise?” he flips his axe in one hand, starts drying the rainwater off the metal, then sets it down. He motions towards the steaming pot. “Can I dig in?”
You stare at him as he pulls off the bracers and his hidden blade. He looks back a moment later, puzzled.
“I missed you, Eivor.” You say, plainly.
“Ah…” he pulls you in for a proper hug this time; his arms hold you tight. “I missed you too.”
“Mmm… what’s bothering you Drengr?”
You feel the sigh heavily from the movement of his chest against yours. “Please, let me eat…”
“Of course! Sorry. Must’ve been a long trip...”
“No no, don’t be.” He lets go, but locks his eyes on yours, and gives a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “I’ll explain, I won’t be like Sigurd.”
“Like Sigurd?”
His weight falls heavy on the stool, as he grabs a bowl.
You pace towards him slowly, a hand gentle on his left shoulder. “...Did you find him?”
“Not exactly.”
You feel his rage beginning to simmer on your hand, but it sizzles down quickly. You wait for a few minutes as he ravages his stew, and then places the empty bowl down calmly and precisely.
“We found an arm.”
“Shit…”
“Aye, shit.”
He turns to you suddenly, his eyes focused. “Don’t tell the ravens. Please.” He scans your expression. “Can I trust you to this?”
You nod.
“..Thank you.” He sighs and slumps down onto the table.
You stand idly, unsure of how to proceed. The silence fills the room like a cursed fog.
“Perhaps we should talk more in the morning? After you’ve rested from your journey?” you perk up, sitting down next to him. Your hand moves to the Viking’s back reassuringly, and he arches to greet it. “For tonight, let me take care of you, ok?”
He stifles a small chuckle and looks at you earnestly. “That sounds great.”
You smile and get up from your seat. He follows, holds your hands, and leans in close. “Thank Freyja I found you…” His eyes meet yours. You put your hand up to his scarred cheek and… after a moment of hesitation, kiss him. He tastes like a paradise gritted by blood and steel, or maybe it’s the venison... A kiss that feels like a surging tide effortlessly enveloping you. His hands move to wrap around your waist and the back of your neck, and as you break the kiss, it moves back to fall on your cheek.
He lets out a satisfied breath and slowly removes his hands as well, instead moving them to hold yours. “I needed that.” His voice barely a whisper, yet still raspy and impassioned.
You coyly move away, tracing your fingers over his own as you leave. “Come… get comfy. Let me help you away with the stresses of your life, Wolf-Kissed.” You begin to move towards the other end of the room.
“Are you just telling me to take off my clothes, lover?” he returns, just as coy, but begins to remove his top anyway. His now shirtless figure is darkened against the light of the fire.
“And you? It’s only fair…” His voice and eyes gleam with a newfound playfulness.
“Ah… but my cloak is so heavy…”
He quickly moves to uncloak you, then slower to unclothe. His lightly calloused hands ‘accidentally’ feel your stomach and arms as you two connect in this growing heat. Both of you a little more exposed, you sit on the bearskin by the bed, absorbing each other’s presence.
“New scar?” A faded but deep red streak across the top of his wrist into the forearm. He smiles and shrugs. You feel it… still a bit fresh. “It looks good on you.”
He traces it with his other hand in empty thought, while you grab a nearby satchel containing medicinal herbs. He tries his best not to wince as you apply your treatment... he doesn’t wince once. He’s simply watching you in admiration.
“What’s that look for? Something wrong?” You ask, knowing the answer.
"You are stunning. Like a painting, framed in a lantern-lit gold. In comparison to you, even its fire seems dull and cold...”
You shove his shoulder playfully and he laughs, but his eyes stay on you to look for your smile, and he finds it, blushing. He looks proud of himself. Bastard.
You get behind him and slowly begin to unbraid his hair. It’s matted in parts, likely from blood and dirt. You move him to an empty spot in the room and begin to wash his hair with a nearby water basin, trying not to get him too wet...
“Mmph, you treat me too well…” He mumbles.
“Only what you deserve, and well, much more than just this,”
“...Why’d you say that?” his voice is sweet and innocent. You laugh in surprise.
“What? Eivor, you’re the leader of our clan! At least until Sigurd comes back...” You watch as his head swoops down in thought. You place your hand on his shoulder cautiously. “Hey… what’s this about?”
He doesn’t respond, and you continue to work through his hair. Eventually, though, you decide to break the silence.
“Why exactly… did you want to meet away from Ravensthorpe?”
You think back to the letter you got, Synin being a talented messenger bird. He never mentioned why you were to meet here, except that he wanted to meet first for a romantic getaway before he was whisked off elsewhere. At first, that was enough, but now...
“I just wanted to see you, is that too much to ask for?” he retorted.
“Eivor…”
“Fine. Why do you think I asked then?”
You pause. “Honestly, I thought you were gonna have a private issue that needed taking care of, one that needs my particular skill set…”
He looks at you with wild eyes and a smile about to be broken into laughter. “Well! I suppose that too!” he laughs.
“What? No! I mean if you needed someone, you know...” You imitate a neck being sliced. He laughs again. You slap his shoulder.
His laugh slowly trickles out, and he returns to his thousand-yard stare after a moment, but his mouth moves. “I think… I just needed a break from it all. Just for a moment.” He looks back at you. “With you.”
…You resist the urge to defuse the moment and hug him tightly from behind. “Well if you need anything else, I’m all ears.”
He shakes his head and gives a quick kiss on your cheek. “Let’s save that for tomorrow...”
He pauses.
"Because tonight..." He turns to you and puts his arms over your shoulders. His face slowly approaches yours— and you make eye contact, your face clearly anticipating the worst. He nearly laughs but quickly turns to whisper into your ear. "I have other plans..." he smiles, and lightly nibbles on your earlobe, pulling it ever so slightly. This is not what you meant by ‘all ears’. The actual sensation is nice enough, but the sudden waves of euphoria that washes through your headspace is what makes you a little dizzy.
"H-hey, I'm nearly done with your hair..." You manage to say, barely. He smiles both warm yet seductive, then turns around to let you finish.
As you finish up with his hair, he gives you a sweet look followed by a grateful kiss. It was a... mostly calming activity. As you get up, he childishly hops on the fur bed with a thud. You turn away to tidy up. However, a shuffling sound catches your attention.
He’s striking a pose... one eyebrow raised. He extends forward his hand and winks at you.
“Come… play with your Drengr, love…” he recites dramatically.
You stare at him, incredulous, then laugh in protest when he grabs your arm. He yanks you in... you fall, barely lit by the low lantern light, into your love dance.
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Sleeping next to him is a warmth you always regret not cherishing more. Just his presence makes this cold and dangerous land feel safe. His fingers trace your arm ever so slightly— not enough to wake you, but just enough to send tingles rushing through to your brain. You return the favor and he smiles surprised, but welcome in his half-sleep.
…Time passes immeasurably through the night, as it always does. So when all you feel is a vacuum of cold air rushing in, you aren't sure what time it is. You try to open your eyes... you see him, barely.
But your eyelids hang heavy, and you fall back asleep.
Note: haha get it “barely” I hope this was ok and the warnings+genre were accurate! I didn’t wanna put earlobe nibbling as a warning so lmao. Also I hate small cottages and I’m never taking photos in them again.
If anyone has any advice/feedback I’d actually really love to hear it! Especially about how to make Eivor’s voice feel more accurate, or if the Reader character has too much personality. No pressure though!
#woo its done#writing things is kind of really fulfilling cuz its actually romantic#ac valhalla#ac valhalla fanfiction#m!eivor x reader#m!eivor#male eivor#eivor#pov fanfiction#male eivor x reader#eivor x reader#c:m
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Bro don’t get me wrong F!Eivor is shmexy af like and like damn all but M!Eivor for some reason just hits different, himbo man where is the fan fics of this gorgeous man fluff smut don’t care he don’t get enough love 😑🥺🙌🏼
#assassins creed x reader#eivor x reader#assassins creed valhalla#m!eivor#pride 2021#smut#assassins creed fluff
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#When you're in the mood to read some f! eivor x reader snippets on a coffee morning but most of them are m! eivor#asdfghjjkl this takes me back to finding f! revan x bastila lesbian fanfic but 95% of them are m! revan#scarlett rambles about things
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I just want some male Eivor x Reader fanfiction and content, is that too much to ask?!? 😭
Plzzzz, all of the game crushes I've had these past few months have had little to no fanfics, why I gotta suffer like this?! One of y'all, give my heart the viking man fics it needs to survive!
#assassin's creed#assassin's creed valhalla#Pls#Someone#Write#For#Him#eivor wolfkissed#eivor x reader#m!eivor#male eivor#male eivor x reader
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🐼 Hiya!
We are excited to announce our first-ever Kinktober event! As this is our first time doing an event like this, please be gentle with us ♡
Essential information:
♡ the following post will serve as the information leaflet for this event. Masterlist will be updated with the links upon posting
♡ all works will be 🔞
♡ our event-specific tag will be applied to all works: #paperpanda kinktober
♡ please keep in mind that all works range between 500 and 4k words, with little to no particular plot. The majority of our readers are female, but there are a few exceptions
♡ following the cut you'll find the full list of prompts and pairings we have selected for our Kinktober. We would like to point out that the order on the list does not reflect the order of posting
♡ reblog to help spread the word!
♡ Blow Jobs - Duncan Idaho x fem!reader x Gourney Halleck [Dune]
♡ Undressing - Sherlock x fem!reader [BBC Sherlock]
♡ Oral Sex - Rooster x fem!reader [Top Gun Maverick]
♡ Lingerie - Leto Atreides x fem!reader [Dune]
♡ Morning Sex - Aizawa Shota x fem!reader [My Hero Academia]
♡ Masturbation - Steven Grant x fem!reader [Moon Knight]
♡ Bath Sex - Wanda Maximoff x m!reader [Marvel]
♡ Breeding Kink - Zhongli x fem!reader [Genshin Impact]
♡ Drunk Sex - Leto Atreides x fem!reader [Dune]
♡ Table Sex - Jonathan Levy x fem!reader [Scenes from a marriage]
♡ Biting - Tighnari x fem!reader [Genshin Impact]
♡ Finger Fucking - Tangerine x fem!reader [Bullet Train]
♡ Sexting - Layla El-Faouly x m!reader [Moon Knight]
♡ Demon Sex - Demon!Rengoku x fem!reader [Demon Slayer]
♡ Rough Sex - Bucky Barnes x fem!reader [The Falcon and the Winter Soldier]
♡ Torture - Ivar x fem!reader [Vikings]
♡ Size Kink - Keigo Takami x fem!reader [My Hero Academia]
♡ Spanking - Hangman x fem!reader [Top Gun Maverick]
♡ Threesome - Khonshu x fem!reader x Jake Lockley [Moon Knight]
♡ Knotting - Demon!Rengoku x fem!reader [Demon Slayer]
♡ 69 - Massimo Torricelli x fem!reader [365 days]
♡ Dirty Talk - male!Eivor x fem!reader [Assassin’s Creed Valhalla]
♡ Creampie - Sam Drake x fem!reader [Uncharted 4]
♡ Praise Kink - Jake Lockley x fem!reader [Moon Knight]
♡ Wall Sex - Santiago Garcia x fem!reader [Triple Frontier]
♡ Love Triangles - Diluc Ragnvindr x fem!reader x Kaeya Alberich [Genshin Impact]
♡ Hair Pulling - Khonshu x fem!reader [Moon Knight]
♡ Angry Sex - Poe Dameron x fem!reader [Star Wars]
♡ Somnophilia - Arataki Itto - fem!reader [Genshin Impact]
♡ Nipple Play - Marc Spector x fem!reader [Moon Knight]
♡ Quiet Sex - Tommy Shelby x fem!reader [Peaky Blinders]
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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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Nonyo's second part. The horny part. First part here
I hope i could match your level of horny, please enjoy!😊💕
Pairing: M! Eivor x reader
Summary: You and your brother have been betrayed by one of your trusted man. You call upon your newly found allies - The Raven Clan, to defet the coming army. After the battle, your people celebrate the night with a feast, inviting the vikings as well to stay the night. And they does so, but Eivor has other ideas of that staying.
Words: 4000~
Warning: SMUTTT BABEEYYY
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The mouthwatering smell that came from the boar that had been caught not long after your victory, made your stomach growl. The mighty beast was determined to make his escape, but it could not stand a chance against the arrows and spears. And now, it made quite the sight, slowly swirling on the pole, above the fire, that had been lit on the courtyard.
The people, now finally free from the threats and worries, were singing loudly to the ink blue sky, its silky quilt covering the land of Mercia. Some were dancing, stepping and jumping with loud cries and hurras, pulling in more and more, as folks tried to slip beside their delight.
You were sent back, inside the halls to hear out every tribute to the brave defenders, every speech of your brother. While you did not oppose such activities, the battle took out the majority of your power, your ability to concentrate on things, for more than just a few moments.
Taking your goblet from the table again, you sipped a few more times, watching the people happy and content — eyes beaming, smiling brightly at anyone who passed by them. It was truly a memorable evening, you barely saw your people at ease this much.
Aedemund finished a bite, and sanding up, he raised his cup into the air, waiting a few minutes for the crowd to quiet down.
When most- if not all eyes were drawn to him, he cleared his throat.
“Today we lost many. Friends, fathers, sons and husbands. But their sacrifice wasn’t for empty words or half true promises. We won.” Aedemund spoke, his voice strong and victorious. “Our lands stay in the hands of the people of Mercia. Our children, our blood will be free from the tyranny of Essex, our nation will survive through illness and flames, through evil and vileness. Our lands belong to the people of the great Mercia!” He shouted to the crowd, to which they cheered, slamming the table, clapping and whistling; they cheered — horns clanking together, giving the other’s shoulder strong pats.
As the cheering toned down, and the people sat back to their tables, beers and food in hands, happily chatting with the person beside them, whoever it may be, you looked around - eyes sparkling with joy and proudness to your people, their hard work and bravery paid off well this day. Watching over the tables, soon a figure caught your attention.
Standing aside the revelry, in the damp corner, Eivor pushed back his shoulders to the wall, legs stretched forward and crossed, arms resting over his chest. He was facing straight to your table, watching your brother, who did not pay any attention; he was busy telling stories of his fights and hunts to Sigurd Jarl. So what did Eivor watch, so keen? Or who did he observe over there, hidden in the shadows...?
It came as a lightning bolt to you, a shiver ran through your spine — cold and fresh, like river water. Cheeks heating up, you quickly find your place unpleasant — in the center of many watching eyes, when you only wanted one, piercing blue pair of eyes to look at you at this moment.
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You took another sip of the crimson wine, then, with an apologetic look you stood up to make your way out of the hall. Your brother catches the movement; turning to you he shoots a curious look towards you.
"Is everything alright?" He asks, placing a hand to your arm. You smile softly at him, patting his hand.
"I'm alright, brother. Just wishing to retreat to my room for the rest of the night. I’ve had enough of the adventures for today." You yawned.
He patted your arm reassuringly, then turned back to Sigurd, picking up the chat just where he felt it. Good, good - you thought - no one needs to miss you, when you'll sneak away.
When you pulled out your chair, making your way out beside the table, a thought suddenly came to your mind:
What if you just imagined it all to yourself? If he didn’t really want to show or say or suggest anything, if you were just misinterpreting things from the wine and the intoxication of the fight- still boiling in your veins?
You glimpsed up from under your lashes, as your doubts started to slowly fade away— you saw Eivor slowly moving from the column. In the direction you were going.
Your heart started beating wild, like the drums just outside the halls, as if it was your heart, not the instruments that echoed through the walls.
You did not understand quite well what has gotten into you; what made you swoon for this stranger, with whom you have only exchanged a few words so far, but blood rushed in your heart and ears, curious for the man.
As you walked to the great door, that now stood wide-open, you allowed yourself a quick glance to the side. He was there, half turned to one table, picking up a horn to raise a toast with the others, but his eyes flashed at you.
You understood. He's curious as well.
A new power arisen within you — something wild and burning, carefree for what will come, what will you face.
Your steps quickened — dodging shoulders and backs from clashing into you, paying no attention to cheerful words, meant for you.
When you reached the hallway a light breeze hit your face, now the air blew colder, fresher than inside the stuffed hall, smoke, sweat and alcohol mixing together into a heavy brew.
You took a deep breath, allowing your nostrils and lungs to get full with the cold night's scent. You did not turn this time, only listened to the sounds coming from behind.
The booming of many voices; the faint music, iron cup clanking, wood creaking. The soft sound from a pair of boots— heading towards you.
You smiled, then without turning, you continued your way down the hallway. He was right behind you, you knew it, you heard it, you felt it.
Once you were only one turning from your chambers you stopped, turning to face him.
He walked up to you, so quiet, movements smooth and flowing; like a stalking cat.
"I was hoping we could talk more after the battle." He said, drawing out the words slowly.
"I looked for you." You inform him, tilting your head to the side. "For some time, before the fest started. But you were nowhere to be found."
Eivor chuckled, looking down at his feet; with a smirk he brought back his gaze upon you, mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Now I'm here, My lady." Stretching out his arms to the side he stepped closer.
"Indeed, you are." You agreed with a half-smile ghosting on your lips.
"Now, we can talk." With one more step he stood before you, hovering over you like a mountain. Bringing up one hand he caressed your cheek, so gentle — his knuckle, barely brushing over your hot skin.
Your eyes fell shut as you tilted your head, following the movement of his fingers.
You could smell him — iron, smoke, and musk sat on his skin; you could feel his body heat, so warm and calming around you.
His pelts pressed against your chest as he leaned down — beard tickling your cheeks, you jerked at the thought of his lips on yours.
"May I?" He whispered — his nose brushing over your, just the slightest, like a spring whiff.
You opened your mouth, words stuck in the throat, you couldn't even make a sound — Eivor was overwhelming, mesmerizing. His boldness and confidence left you speechless, sheepish even.
This man is not like the ones you have ever met before — Eivor held some kind of mystery, which you were determined to solve and explore.
After a seemingly endless moment, your body decided to move without command — taking a hold from your mind, only to give it to your heart.
Closing the brief distance between your lips you let out a shaky breath.
His lips were soft — a pleasant surprise, for you thought his roughness not only was shown by his appearance but through his whole persona. His other hand came up to rest it on your cheeks, now both sides sheltered by his warm palms, thumb stroking gently your jawline.
It did not take long, until he started to deepen the kiss; fingers gently opening your mouth, he dragged his lips over your bottom lip.
A quiet moan escaped your throat — hands pushing up, grabbing him by his wrist, the other sneaked behind his nape to pull him closer.
You felt him move, legs starting to push forwards, making you step back — more and more, until your back finally hit the cold stone walls of the aisle.
As he seized your body between the cool stones and his warmth, his kiss became more heated. Pushing your head back to the wall, his tongue slips between your lips; one hand sliding down to squeeze the soft flesh of your hips.
As your answer, fingers dug into his hair; nails scratching skin with the slightest of pressure. You licked his upper lip before lashing down onto his bottom, teeth dragging on it.
Eivor grunted, tensing up against your body, pressing a knee between your thighs. Hands moving up to your side, fingertips mapping out your form, then moving down back to your hips, and beneath that point, sliding to your thigh. You gasped, as he quickly grabbed under your knee, lifting your leg up to his hips.
"Not here." A ragged whisper came from you, pushing Eivor's chest away from yours, but your lips chased after his, nibbling on his lips. "My room..." You breathed, unable to finish your sentence, when he moved back, lips lashing down.
"Where?" He huffed after a moment, letting go of your lips with a pop.
Instead of answering you slid out from his hold, a quick look to the end of the hallway. Grabbing his hands you turned and started your way to your chambers; almost running.
One last turn, and your eyes caught the heavy wooden door of your bedchamber. Guiding Eivor there, you pushed your back against the doors.
Eivor stepped closer, taking no time for you to open it, kissing you again; he managed to push back the grand door with one hand, the other securing your middle.
Stepping inside, he pushed you around, putting your back against the door again, as he closed it.
Hands moving above your head he leaned down, giving a soft kiss, before his lips grazed lower, brushing along your skin as he moved to your neck.
"Eivor..." You whined, when his lips sucked in the sensitive skin. He hummed, smoothing the reddened spot with pampering kisses. You moved your hands to his chest, after you marveled around his side and stomach your fingers hooked on the pin of his pelt.
With a smooth move, you took out the pin, heavy fur dropping to the ground, leaving his broad shoulders uncovered.
"Eivor." You called out once more, firmly tugging on his coat. "Off with it." Came the order, — a smirk playing on the corner of your lips.
He paused his kisses, tilting his head back, so he can lock eyes with you.
For a moment he looked stunned, lips pink and swollen, chest heaving as he straightened his form.
As you hold your gaze, Eivor's shocked impression melted into a smirk, eyelids low, a dark and hungry glint appeared in his eyes.
"As My Lady commands." He bowed, unbuttoning his leathers, pushing down his clothes to the ground, while his burning stare never left your form.
Battle-torn skin, hardened from the fights and practice, his muscles moving smoothly under the skin. A good amount of dark blond hair planted his chest, an equally pleasant happy tail leading down.
Biting in your bottom lip, you placed your palm on his stomach, fingertips brushing over hard muscles and hair, until your hand found the rim of his breeches.
Heat spreader over your body, fogging your mind -- heart racing, blood boiling, your chest heaved with lust. It was enough of this play, but you will not beg for him.
Slowly moving further down your hand, you cupped his chin with your free one, guiding back his lips to yours.
Planting a kiss to his lips, then to the edge of his mouth, you followed the scare on the left, his mustache tickling your nose. Moving along his neck, you licked on a vein, until you reached the base of his neck, where his shoulder started.
Teeth ghosting over the skin, grazing it— when your hand finally found his bulge. You ran your hand over his hardening member, biting his neck gently, earning a loud grunt that rambled through Eivor's chest.
He grabbed you by the waist, turning you away from the door, guiding you backwards, until the back of your knees hit the bed frame. You stumbled back, sitting down to the edge. Eivor stood above you; his frame swallowing your whole body, as you looked up at him — your gaze lost under lashes, and blush.
"After you, My Lady." He breathed, slowly kneeling down before you. His hands fell to your knees, drawing small circles into your skin, but he did not spend much time there. Skimming down the side of your legs he reached for the hem of your skirt.
Looking up at you again — gaze filled with adoration and lust, you felt he's already undressing you, only with his eyes. He didn't move any further — fingers grasping the fabric, fidgeting with it.
You gather your skirt around your hips, pulling it upwards; chill running up your legs when the cold air hits the skin. Hands shaking, breath quickening as Eivor helps you take off your dress, putting it over the end of the bed frame.
For a moment you push your knees up, covering your breasts, embarrassment taking over the heat inside of you.
But it did not last long, until the man took your hand gently — he planted a soft kiss over your column.
"Say, when I need to stop, My Lady." He murmurs into your skin, dropping his head to your sternum, tongue gently licking a spot there.
"Don't stop now." You swallowed, leaning back; bracing yourself on your hands. Responding, Eivor moved down to your chest, planting small kisses to the soft flesh of your breast, while his hand cupped the other; taking the nipple between his thumb and index fingers.
Lips nudging the bud, he licked his tongue over the sensitive spot, before he sucked in, hard.
A moan ripped through your throat; back arching up to the touch, as he started sucking over it, fingers toying with the other. Heat lit up in your stomach; swirling, with the motion of his tongue.
Eivor flicked his tongue over your nubble, then drew back, leaving a trail of saliva as he switched to the other, to give it equal attention.
Gasping, you brushed through his unruly hair — soft to your touch, as you grasped a handful on the back of his head.
When Eivor decided, he took good care of your breasts, he released your hardened nipples, continuing his way of kisses to your stomach.
Goosphumps waved over you when he reached your hips, planting a full mouthed kiss to each side. He looked up at you again, eyes burning with desire, as he palmed your tights.
You relaxed your tense muscles, letting your legs open further, letting him scoot closer to you.
Positioning his body between your legs, Eivor stroked your legs up and down, planting wet kisses to your inner thigh. He nipped on the soft skin hard, with a hand moving to your slit to skim over it.
You inhaled sharply, knees jerking as he started drawing small circles across your clint. You pant his name, voice broken, busy with catching a breath, as he continued slowly, the heat vibrating in your veins. You feel your core getting more damp; one finger settled on your nub, the other two dragging over your clint as he eased one finger in.
It all started to be too much — his never leaving gaze, kisses pampering your skin, thick fingers playing with you. Heat rose from your core, spreading through your stomach, making a knot, tighter and tighter, your face burning.
"Beautiful." Eivor mumbles into your skin. "So perfect."
Slowly he started pushing his finger in and out, curling his fingertip upwards with every thrust and drag.
The knot tightened in your belly, almost like flames swallowing you, when suddenly all of it disappeared.
You tensed up, arching your back, searching for that snap that never came; you looked up at Eivor.
The man pulled out his fingers, coming to caress your hips with gentle touches as he was about to stand up.
"Why did you...?" You requested, head dazed, voice wobbly.
Climbing up to your face, Eivor hushed you with a kiss, brushing out a damp strain from your forehead.
"Lay down." He instructed you, pulling your hips towards the center of the bed. You pushed yourself up, arms trembling, skin sweaty, but he helped you scoot over. When you placed yourself comfortably, he climbed out of bed, quickly unlacing his breeches.
You watched as he did so, eyes marveling over his frame, broad and tall, his muscles outlined under the skin.
Eivor tossed down his clothes, revealing his hardened member as he crawled back to you.
Moving between your legs he sat back on his knees, taking a quick study of your body.
You did the same, eyes scanning over his form — wide shoulders, strong arms, thick legs. Cock pressed to his lower belly, throbbing with need.
You lick your lips — unaware of the motion, but Eivor noticed it.
A smirk came up on his lips, eyes darkening, as he leaned down, arms seizing your form.
"Like what you see?" He teases, beard grazing over your lips as he said the words. You did not answer, just brought up your hands to his arms to touch his skin.
It was warm and somewhat familiar — hair brushing over your fingertips as you slid your palm up and down on his arm, gently, almost attentively.
His mouth opened, but nothing came out, just as how you did not long ago, when he touched you.
Carefully slipping one arm from your hold, he leaned above your head, giving you a close look at his chest and pecs.
When he moved back he shifted off of you, sitting back again, with a pillow in hand.
"Raise your hips up." He ordered, palm sliding down to your bottom, squeezing it as he helped you move. Placing the soft material beneath you, he fondled your hips — rough palms; calloused from wielding swords for many years now caressed your smooth skin, while he inched himself closer.
Your head lolled back when you felt his length glide between your wet lips, teasingly nudging your entrance.
"Anything hurts, you’re telling me." Eivor rasped. Kneeling above you, his towering form filled your vision, as his chin lowered, looking at you — eyes half lidded.
You bit in your bottom lip, blinking up at him; holding back your breath as he took his length, lining the head up to your heat.
After a moment, when he was sure he didn't see any discomfort on your face, Eivor rolled his hips into yours, driving out a breathy moan from you. He stilled himself, sucking in the air, his hands tightening on your hips.
You knew he didn't want to hurt you, make anything uncomfortable for you, but this unhurriedness was driving you insane.
You grabbed his wrists at your side, squeezing, nails slightly scratching the skin; urging him to move.
"Go ahead." You swallowed a whine, feeling him twitch inside you. Eivor noded, obediently dragging out slowly until the head, then with one smooth motion he drove in again, now with more confidence and force.
You whined as you felt his cock moving further, feeling the veins as his size stretched you, pain mixing up with the pleasure feeling.
Eivor cursed, hissing when you propped up your already high placed legs around his waist; forcing him to shove into you. Your moan rang through the room, short pants filling the space afterwards as he started to pace up.
His thrusts became faster, pounding into you with hazy eyes glued to you, watching every move your face made, breasts bouncing along with the thrusts. He groaned, breathless; hands scratching up to your legs, his fingers gripping your skin as he pulled them higher to his torso.
You felt your lower back rise from the pillow beneath you to the air, as Eivor pushed himself closer to you.
"Eivor..." A ragged mew. Eyes shut; you threw your head back as he hit something delicious with the new angle.
The room filled with the abstract sounds of your pants; the damp noise, of skin slapping against skin, his groans and grunts — becoming more breathless.
You arched your back, arms shooting up to your side, to hold your body up with your elbows.
His cock slammed in and out of you, rubbing your walls and hitting a sweet spot, you felt yourself falling apart. The heat burnt white in your body, the pleasure waving through your muscles with every thrust and drag, his wide hands roaming your legs, your hips, your stomach and side, palming at your breasts from time to time — it was intoxicating.
A fog creeped upon your mind, dazing you; as the knot grew tighter and tighter with every moment.
With your last sober movement you pushed yourself up, legs finding leverage next to Eivor's thighs as you melted into his lap. Arms lashing around his shoulders, you lunged forward, lips lacing onto his, moaning into his mouth as you bucked your hips into his.
Your heart hammered - you were sure even Eivor could feel it under your skin, when a strong snap rushed through you.
Jolting, you arched your back, dropping your head over, your walls clenched around him, squeezing his throbbing cock.
Eivor choked, his grip biting into your skin as he slammed into your heat a few more times; then he stilled inside, jerking — his seed spilling to your heat, hot.
Dropping his head to your shoulder, panting, sweat sticking to your skins. You felt him tremble, his legs slowly giving in under the weight of your fused bodies. After a few moments, catching your breath, you loosened your grip on his neck, shaking you slowly slid down from him.
Eivor shifted his legs, leaning with you down, one hand securely planted beside you, as he helped you lay down to the bed.
You threw the pillow down to the floor, as Eivor situated himself on you, gently hovering over your form, careful not to crush you.
His trembling has not passed yet, as he rested his forehead on yours. His mane --now tousled and sweaty — hanging down both sides, tickling your ears. You lifted up one arm, tugging his golden lock between his ears and neck, then your hands came to rest on his cheeks.
"Rest now." You chide softly, smiling into his skin. "After a battle, and this you'll need at least a whole day of sleep."
Chuckling he smiles brightly, planting a soft kiss to your lips.
"My Lady is right." He groans, rolling to your side, immediately drawing a hand over your stomach. "Maybe I'll need two days, catching my breath."
You hummed pleased, as you cradled his cheeks.
"You can stay here as long as you please." You mumbled into his lips, heart swelling with fondness.
"It would be an honor, My Lady." Eivor smiles, plating a kiss to the tip of your nose. "I might live with the offer."
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Buy the wolf a coffee ☕ 🐺
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*M means literature containing nudity, sexual content or fantasies, suitable for adult audiences only.
♡ AC: Odyssey
Kassandra x Reader
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Kassandra x Canon
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Eivor x Reader
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Randvi x Reader
◇ a sapphire for your heart (on hold)
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part VI *mature
part VII (end)*mature
Eivor x Kassandra
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◇ a place to call home
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The Joining of a Warrior and his Shieldmaiden.
M!Eivor X F!Reader
This was requested by myself because I’ve got the hots for Viking weddings. Also, lemme know if you want a smutty Part 2 ;)
Warnings: Animal sacrifice, mentions of blood.
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Today was the day, a warm day in midsummer - a Friday, it was the morn of your wedding day. You were ushered by the married women of the clan into the village bathhouse. Your circlet, a symbol of virginity, and maiden clothes were removed and placed in a box for you and your husband’s future daughter.
You bathed in steaming water, and finishing the cleansing process in a cold bath. You were ready to be dressed in your best dress. The most important of a Viking bride’s look was her hair and her crown, so the women of the village took great pride in putting a plethora of braids and intricate patterns into your hair. Finally, a flower crown was placed on your head. It was now time for you to join your future husband in front of the Gothi.
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You joined hands with Eivor, he looked even more handsome in the midsummer sunlight. His hair in warrior braids, even his beard was braided. He was wearing quite a simple blue tunic, with his usual trousers. Eivor’s intricate tattos were visible on his forearms, and as I hooked my arm through his to look upon the faces of our friends and family, I knew there was no one else I would rather have by my side than him.
The Gothi held a book in hand, he used Eivor’s hammer to call upon Thor, those in Asgard and Valheim - all the gods and goddesses of our people, to bring blessings on our marriage. We thanked the gods and goddesses of our people for the gifts they bestowed upon us and asked that they continue to bestow gifts upon us. The Gothi held a drinking horn up to the heavens, offering the mead we had slaved over to the many deities we worshipped.
Then, came our moment. The Gothi used a branch to flick the blood from a sow that had been sacrificed that morning over Eivor and myself, then calling upon the gods to witness our marriage.
I turned to Eivor, as he did to I. He drew his sword, and my witness - Signe, passed my sword to me. Eivor and I passed each other our swords. He smiled at me, knowing what was next. The Gothi took our rings, holding them against his holy book.
“The couple will now say their vows,”
Eivor said his first, as is custom.
“My Beautiful Y/N, all of these years I’ve believed that the Gods have been testing me in ways, seeing if I am a worthy fighter. But now, I realise that they weren’t testing my worthiness as a fighter, but they were testing me for whether I am worthy of your love. I still don’t quite see why the gods have blessed me with your love, but I am thankful for you, every day. I love you, this is my oath to love, worship, and stand by your side into the heavens.”
His words made you tear up, Eivor was know to have a way with words - and now it was your turn.
“Eivor, my handsome and brave Eivor. I have always felt like something was missing from my life, a missing piece. Yet, when I met you, everything seemed to slot into place. My life made sense, I had something to fight for. And so, this is my oath to you, I promise to love you, cherish you, and stand by your side into the heavens”
Next, the Gothi held our arms together and bound us to our oaths. We placed rings on each other’s fingers.
And now, the final part. Eivor’s family gathered beside him, and my family gathered beside me - then they faced to the longhouse, for the feast was now to begin.
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“Are you happy, wife?” Eivor asked me, sipping the wedding ale from the lovers cup. He leant into me, and I replied:
“Happier than ever, Husband.”
He then kissed me, our first kiss as Husband and Wife.
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