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erzsebetrosztoczy · 1 year

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

At your request 😌

Pairing: m!Eivor x f!reader

Word count: ~ 3000

Genre: angst, tiny fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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chubthings-by-georgie · 3 months

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modern au chubby Eivor headcanons!!

(male Eivor x hobby chef reader)

• hes real soft, thick all over but a big heavy gut (thats where all the mead and burgers go…)

• yes, that man loves burgers. He had to be introduced to them though. He used to just kinda go around forgetting to eat but after you started cooking for him and showing him love through big hearty meals, the pounds have started to pack on and he’s developed a love for food

• No matter what, his favorite to eat is your home cooking since you take such good care of him. Big breakfasts, lunches piled high, hearty dinners full of all the most amazing high calorie meals that you pour your love into, and you never hesitate to serve him seconds… thirds… etc

• Eivor always tries to return the favor and makes sure you know he appreciates you in the most romantic ways possible. He’s always there to protect you, too and the extra mass he’s put on has turned him into practically a boulder.

• Eivor has lots of lazy weekends with you now, usually just spent napping for hours… and then eating… and then napping off whatever he ate. Of course, he’s still the party animal we all know and love

• He likes to go out with you and his friends to ‘bar and grill’ type places since they’ve got a lot to snack on while he chugs down endless beer and mead. All of it goes straight to his belly and that means lots of belly rubs later on

• Eivor likes to try new foods now and he never backs down to a challenge. He claims to be fearless in all ways of life, yet sometimes it manages to get him into a bit of trouble… like when he gets roped into silly things maybe involving hot wings or potentially dangerous flashy foods. The man will eat anything. Unfortunately, he isn’t immune to hot sauce. So, after being dared to try the bar’s self proclaimed ‘hottest wings in the country,’ he suffered the consequences of his overconfidence. Luckily, that just meant he could spend the rest of the evening with you, eating endless ice cream.

•He’s always randomly carrying lots of things around, but ever since finding a new love for food, he’s carrying around endless snacks now. That man always manages to be munching on something and its adorable. Imagine Sigurd’s face when he asks his younger brother to ‘be serious for once’ and there’s Eivor, unable to answer because he’s stuffed his face with cookies he’d magically found in a bag in his pocket and is loudly crunching. Of course, they were homemade by you, with love, and packaged up specially so he’d have something to fill his big belly during the day.

thats all for now but UGH HES SO HOT AND CUTE! definitely will be posting more soon ❤️❤️❤️ and i do answer questions/take requests

thank you @namjoonscutetummy for inspiring me

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kavtsuki · 1 year

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elwero501 · 1 year

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Review by “IGN”

Like Assassin’s Creed Odyssey and Origins before it, Assassin’s Creed Valhalla continues the series trajectory into a full-fledged open-world RPG. Though Ubisoft has dug up some of its stealth-action roots to make that style more appealing, Valhalla’s focus is on the absolutely massive recreation of Dark Ages England, brought to life with stunning beauty and a level of detail I’ve rarely seen. It’s been an impressive showcase for the Xbox Series X (and presumably the PlayStation 5, but Ubisoft only gave us access to the Xbox version ahead of launch), playing in 4K and a near-constant 60 frames per second. You have to put up with some new progression system ideas that don’t quite deliver, and an abundance of bugs, but there’s a staggering number of things to do, explore, and discover in and around Valhalla’s more atmospheric storytelling.

Assassin’s Creed Valhalla’s story follows Eivor, a male or female Norse Viking who grows up with a chip on their shoulder and vengeance in their heart after some particularly dastardly events in the opening cinematic. From those starting moments, the table is set and soon you and your brother Sigurd are off on a grand adventure to England, a land ripe with wealth and glory, and already well-integrated with Danes and Norse from years of Viking invasion and conquest. That sets the stage for your arrival in England as you settle the land and forge alliances to protect and expand your fledgling homestead against the chaos and political dust storm of warring factions across England’s four kingdoms: Mercia, East Anglia, Northumbria, and Wessex.

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hysterialevi · 3 years

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Eivor trying to flirt with Sigurd 😅

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#sigurd x male eivor #eivor wolfsmal #eivor wolfkissed #eivor varinsson #male eivor #sigurd styrbjornson #assassin's creed valhalla #ac valhalla #assassin's creed fanart #ac valhalla fan art

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iridescentmemoria · 2 years

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xxxdizzy19 · 2 years

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I was looking through my screenshots and then Sigurd’s face showed up and i died, sorry Very sensitive gesture from Randvi by the way. Regardless of have you made an affair with her on the tower or not. She’s so attentive and empathetic. I’m never get tired of Valhalla

#eivor #eivor varinsson #male eivor #m!eivor #randvi #sigurd #sigurd styrbjornson #eivor x randvi #assassin's creed valhalla #ac valhalla #pardon my english

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connorkenwaystomahawk · 3 years

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There's only two types of people who play Assassin's Creed Valhalla:

The ones that ship male Eivor and Sigurd

The ones the ship female Eivor with Basim

#the only thing that divides us #okay but female eivior and basim #assassin's creed #assassins creed #assassins creed memes #incorrect assassin's creed quotes #asscreed #ac valhalla #assassin's creed valhalla #male eivor #female evior #eivor of the raven clan #eivor wolfsmal #eivor x basim #eivor x sigurd

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pastelglows · 2 years

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Like the Seasons - Chapter 1/4 Winter

Winter in the Norse lands wasn’t cold, it was freezing. And that winter was no exception.

It was a season where it was easy to get lost in despair. Not even the sun wanted to shine for them on most of these short days; too thick was the fog that had hung over the lifeless nature.

It was this weather that Eivor hated most, that damned freezing fog. Once his clothes turned damp from it, he felt the chills of the icy wind to the bones.

He should have appreciated the last warm days in autumn that much more, should have inhaled the fragrant air then, should have marvelled at the changing colours of the trees more than he did. Because now, there were no colours. Everything looked washed out from the thick blanket of snow that covered the woods not far from home.

Eivor thought that hunting could help him clear his head, as he would have to be fully concentrated. Game was rare in winter. It took a good hunter to track it down and even a better of an archer to kill it.

Eivor may have been good at both at most, and so far, he had no luck. It was no surprise to him, he knew that the thoughts running through his head were too distracting. Thoughts he had for a while, but whatever he tried to shut them down, he never succeeded. He did not know what to do anymore.

This inner unrest drained him of all energy and with each passing day, that was as dull as in winter, he seemed to lose his balance. And as Sigurd’s departure approached, he was closer to tip over and fall down.

Yes, it was Sigurd that had plagued his mind. He had always been lingering there, but not like that.

At the beginning of winter, when Sigurd announced his plan of leaving for a journey to foreign lands, Eivor had felt excited. They had often drunkenly wondered about what foreign lands had to offer; they dreamed of journeys and adventures the future would surely bring and Eivor was always under the impression that they would do so together.

When Sigurd told him, that he were to go on the journey without Eivor, something shattered inside of him.

Of course he had asked him why, but Sigurd had not been able to give him a satisfying answer. Despite his own pride, he even begged Sigurd, to take him along, but Sigurd’s decision had been made. Eivor was mad, but more so he was hurt. Sigurd was the most important person in his life, they had been together since the day that changed Eivor’s life. If not for Sigurd, he wouldn’t be. He had saved him in more than just one way.

And on that day, they had become brothers with a strong bond forged of blind trust and appreciation. That bond had only grown stronger over the years. Eivor never even imagined the day they would have to part, because there was nothing this world could have offered him in exchange for leaving Sigurd.

But Sigurd’s decision had made it clear: whatever Eivor felt towards Sigurd was not returned in the same way.

Although he still found anger deep inside him, it had mostly disappeared and made room for the feeling of emptiness. Eivor didn’t mind being alone, but without Sigurd in Fornburg - without Sigurd in Norway - he would not be alone, he would be lonely.

Eivor couldn’t help but question his relationship with Sigurd. What had he done wrong to make Sigurd leave him?

Part of him wanted to confront Sigurd about it once more, to find answers to these questions. But he just couldn’t. It was a childish thing to do, but he had avoided Sigurd as much as possible. Seeing him, and how this whole situation seemingly not affected him at all; it pained Eivor more than anything. Sigurd would leave in three days.

And although he knew he should enjoy these days as much as he should have enjoyed the last sunny days in autumn, he simply couldn’t.

Eivor mindlessly trudged through the snow, while these thoughts kept spiralling in his head. He trudged until there was something else than the whiteness of snow and the darkness of dirt and trees, that caught his attention. A colour, so bright it gleamed even from the distance. A colour so rich, it almost hypnotized Eivor, as he walked closer to it. A colour like life itself, the same life that was running through his veins. There was a bush of long withered wild roses, full of thick and plump rosehips.

Red as flames. They reminded him of Sigurd.

Because that was what Sigurd was - a raging fire, powerful and uncontrollable.

What a marvelous sight it was. When the rose’s flowers wither, they don’t die. No, they transform themselves into these fire-red fruits, that stand strong and proud throughout winter. Roses were beautiful in summer, but for Eivor, he appreciated it even more there and then.

Eivor hummed as he thought about it. Each end marked a new beginning. You only had to look for it to see it. A new dawn would come each day, no matter what.

Suddenly, there was a noise cutting through the silence. It was the noise of a branch cracking, and it wasn’t far from where Eivor was standing. Without hesitation, Eivor gripped his bow tighter and aimed towards where the noise was coming from.

The string was tense, as were the muscles of his body. He held his breath and was ready to shoot the arrow. But he halted abruptly when his eyes didn’t focus on the game he was expecting.

Flames, Eivor thought

Far not as bright as the red of rosehips, but even more striking: it was Sigurd’s braided hair he was looking at.

So no, it was not the animal he was expecting, but it was still a wild beast that approached him with big steps. A beast that was never to be tamed by anyone but itself. A beast full of fury and might both outside and inside.

Like a man born from fire, Sigurd was calm, like the flame of a candle, but also possessed the rage of a roaring wildfire. A power which was so unheard of, Eivor might even call it close to divinity.

Sigurd was the beast, and sometimes Eivor wondered if he was meant to be the hunter. All his life, he was looking for Sigurd, following him wherever he went. There have been many chances where he had aimed at Sigurd, but he was never able to send the arrow. He was too scared to find out what would happen once he would release the bowstring.

But it didn’t matter if he dared to shoot or not. Sigurd was just too mighty of a beast. Sigurd was never meant to be hunted, because he was a beast of prey himself.

All those thoughts stopped the second he saw the smile that spread on Sigurd’s lips, they were chapped from the cold.

For a moment, Eivor forgot about everything and let himself revel in that very sight. For a moment, he felt happy, because he was the reason for that smile. It has been quite a while since Eivor last saw that expression on Sigurd, but it fit him well.

And then, that moment ended, and he remembered where he was, and why he was there in the first place. He let the bow down but didn’t move from his place. Maybe it was his stubbornness, but instead, he waited for the other man to come to him. For once, Eivor wanted to be the one being chased.

"Eivor.” Sigurd’s voice was raspy, almost as if he hadn’t used it for a while. And even like that, it was such a comforting sound to Eivor. Warm and welcoming, like nothing had happened between them. “How could you go hunting without me? Are you not thinking of me anymore?”

Although from the sound of it Eivor assumed that it was meant as a joke, he wondered if Sigurd truly wanted an answer to that. If he knew how much he was truly thinking about him…? Well, how would he react? Would he give him a flattered rejection? Or answer with disgusted insults?

Not even Eivor himself was accepting these feelings he had towards him. Deep down, he knew they were there, and they were also the reason it hurt so much to be parted from Sigurd. Why his decision to leave without him felt like a rejection already.

“I did not think you would join me, even if I had asked,” Eivor answered honestly, “I wasn’t exactly nice last time we talked.”

“Eivor, you are a sorry fool!” Sigurd said with mock offense. “I waited for you to cool off so we could talk about it… But the day of my departure came closer and I got the impression that you avoided me.”

“I assumed you were busy preparing for your journey,” Eivor lied.

“Oh, save it,” Sigurd said, “I know I owe you an explanation.”

“Sigurd,” Eivor started. “You don’t owe me anything.”

Sigurd had finally reached him and stopped right in front of him. Eivor did not miss how his brother’s expression changed ever so slightly. “You’re still sour, I see.”

“I am not,” Eivor said. “And you are the foolish one. To surprise me like that in the woods while I am hunting. There would have been an arrow right between your eyes if I had not recognized you that fast.”

Sigurd grinned. “I trust you will always recognize me. Even when I don’t recognize myself.”

“With that fiery head of yours? There is no doubt I will.” Eivor knew Sigurd wasn’t talking about his appearance, but joking about it was a try to hide his nervousness.

“Careful now.” Sigurd saw right through him and Eivor knew it. “I am trying to be serious here.”

“I am always careful," Eivor answered. Careful around you, he wanted to add, but the words died in his mouth. It wasn’t the right place, nor the right time to say such things. And maybe that right time would never come. Maybe Eivor was born to stay a coward.

“Maybe a little too careful, Eivor,” Sigurd said, as if he was reading Eivor’s thoughts. “There are also times where you have to be brave and dare! Only when you dare, can you truly get what you want.” His soft expression faded into one of concern, and he took a step closer to Eivor. “You are acting strange, Eivor. Not just now… but for a while. You know you can tell me anything.”

“What makes you think I am acting strange?” Eivor was taken by surprise.

Sigurd stayed silent for a while and studied him closely. “You’re avoiding me. Not just since this meaningless quarrel we had, but you’ve been sidestepping me long before that.”

“Meaningless quarrel?” Eivor felt the anger arise yet again. “The fact that you just so decide to leave Fornburg… without me, without ever talking about this before… is meaningless to you? You are the one acting strange, Sigurd!” Eivor shut his eyes because he didn’t want to see the painful expression that appeared on Sigurd’s face.

A moment passed in silence, and Eivor turned his head to look at the rosehips in the distance.

“Very well. We are both acting strange. Yet you give me no chance to solve this problem we have. If you don’t talk to me, we will not clear this at all, and I do not wish to leave like this.”

Then don’t leave! Eivor wanted to say, but he didn’t. Because he knew that his words would not make a difference. Maybe he should really give Sigurd a chance to explain it to him, make him understand.

“We’ve always been close, from the moment the Raven Clan became my home," Eivor confessed. "Is it that hard to imagine how difficult it is for me to part ways with you?” His voice cracked, full of frustration.

For Eivor, it was as if he was losing his sun; his whole life revolved around the other. Sigurd had healed his young, broken soul once, glued it back together. But with him gone, those pieces would shatter once more; the cracks were already visible.

Eivor was not ready to let go of Sigurd. He feared what he would become without him.

“I won’t be gone for good. I will return!” Sigurd promised. “I will always return back home!”

At the sight of Sigurd’s tormented expression, Eivor’s anger ebbed away once again. “What if you don’t?”

“Do you not trust me?” Sigurd spoke with a low voice, that sounded vulnerable and hurt.

“How could you even doubt my trust in you?” Eivor shook his head.

Both of them just stared at each other for a long moment.

“I am not sure if you truly came back after the last time you were away,” Eivor finally said. Eivor was talking about the time Sigurd stayed at Randvi’s clan for the span of two full moons. Shortly after their marriage, Styrbjorn ordered Sigurd to visit Randvi’s Clan as an act of respect, but more so to show that the duty of marriage was done and peace was made. It had not affected Eivor that much back then, because there was an actual reason for Sigurd to leave. And he was not away for long either.

“You’ve always had a poetic way to express yourself, brother… but today you speak in riddles,” Sigurd said. “I stand here before you, do I not? What do you mean, I have not fully returned?”

Eivor frowned. “You know what I mean, don’t tell me otherwise.”

When Sigurd came back, Eivor felt as if his brother was missing a piece of himself. Maybe he would have accepted it if that piece wandered to over Randvi. But that was not the case. And neither did it go to someone else. That piece of Sigurd was just lost.

Eivor wasn’t sure what exactly that piece was. That passionate gleam in his eyes when he was telling stories. That ease in his steps, because he knew exactly where to go. His loose lips when he was not yet fully drunk, but long past sober. All that and so much more; it went all missing with that piece. Maybe it was the spark of life, the thing that had driven Sigurd forward.

Sigurd nodded then. “So you see it as well? That I am not fully me anymore? Shouldn’t you accept my decision to go, then? Not make it harder for me than it already is.”

“This is what makes you go?” Eivor asked.

“Yes,” Sigurd started softly, “I have to go in order to find that man I used to be. Or maybe I have to find the man I have yet to become.”

“Then let me help you find that man!” Eivor begged. He felt like a young, clueless child that was looking up to the wise man in front of him. He did not understand what Sigurd said, did not want to understand.

“No." Sigurd said. "This, I have to do alone.”

“The Gods have brought us together once," Eivor said. "Maybe it is my fate to follow you.”

Sigurd shook his head. “We must not hinder each other on this path.”

Eivor wanted to help him reach his destination, clear his path of rocks and stones; he would never want to hinder Sigurd. He would readily sacrifice reaching his own destination if that meant he could carry Sigurd to his own.

But maybe that was the thing. Maybe Sigurd didn’t want to be carried. Not only would it bring no honour to cheat like that, but he would never want Eivor to give himself up for his sake. Even through all his anger, his pain and confusion, Eivor was finally seeing that Sigurd cared for Eivor’s well-being. Always had.

“Brother, don’t cover your ears anymore and listen to your own fate calling to you.” Sigurd placed his palm on Eivor’s shoulder and leaned down to find Eivor’s lost gaze once again. “If you only dare to listen, you will find the voice is as clear as day. Dare, dare. Always dare, brave drengr!”

Acceptance slowly replaced the feeling of despair. And realization. There was nothing he could do anymore but to live with Sigurd’s decision.

“For a long time, we were able to walk the same way, but now, our ways have to part,” Sigurd said. “Your fate sings another song.”

“I promise you that these songs will harmonize once again. The threads of our fates are intertwined, I am sure of it.” Sigurd gifted him an encouraging smile.

Eivor’s gaze shifted to the rosehips once again, and he realized that something must die in order for something else - something greater - to rise.

“At the end of our threads, we stand together,” Eivor eventually said.

Sigurd’s hand moved from his shoulder to the back of Eivor’s neck and he held him close there. “Not just at the end. We will always stand together. Side by side.”

“Side by side,” Eivor repeated.

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𝔹𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕘𝕖𝕤 - ᛒᛖᛃᛟᚾᛞ᛫ᛗᛃᚦᛋ᛫ᚨᚾᛞ᛫ᚨᚷᛖᛋ

Chapter 1 “The Beginning”

Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornsson x OC / Tyr x Persephone

Warnings: strong language

Word Count: 3.8k (sorry, not sorry)

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The floor I was sitting on was wet, cold, and slippery. The room was dark and I could barely see my surroundings. How long have I been down here? Two days? Curse this priest! Thinks I'm a witch just because I know how to take care of wounds and heal light illnesses by mixing a few herbs. “Witch!” He screamed and then locked me down here. Now I am waiting for my execution, which fortunately has not been approved yet. Apparently King Alfred had better things to do than sentence young women to death for mixing herbs. If I ever get out of here, by the gods, i will strangle this priest with my bare hands. But how i high are the chances that I would ever see daylight again? Was it the day I was brought to the scaffold? But I couldn't think any further, because my thoughts were disturbed by the ringing of the bells in the church above me.

I heard screams. What was going on here? I moved a little to slide closer to the dungeon door, but I couldn't get very far because iron chains were holding me to the wall. I heard hasty footsteps and trampling outside. Clinking noises, metal on metal. It was a fight! The soldiers of this abbey seemed to be fighting off a battle. Hopefully the attackers didn't come down here, because then they would surely give me a quick death, but before that the bandits would surely assault me. I heard footsteps coming down the corridor and the rustle of a bunch of keys. The priest! That bastard! What was he doing down here? Trying to hide? I heard nervous rustling at the door lock, hasty steps behind him and the roar of angry men. The next moment the door flew open, slammed against the wall with such force that it fell off the hinges and crashed onto the floor with a loud thump. The priest who held me prisoner flew through the door and a bearded northerner with an ax followed him. Blood dripped from the weapon and the silver seemed to light up the dark room. The north man pressed the priest against the wall.

"Where do you hide your treasures?" He said aggressively while holding the ax on his throat.

“You stupid pagan! You will burn in hell! ” He just screamed and wanted to insult him again, but the blood was already spurting from his throat and speckling the ground with red paint. The lifeless body fell to the ground like a sack of flour and lay there like an empty shell.

"That's what I wanted to do," I said, without even thinking about what was going to happen next. The north man noticed me for the first time and if I hadn't said anything, then I would probably have remained hidden in my dark corner.

"That would have been a bit difficult for you" He pointed with his bloody ax at my hands. These were still chained to the iron.

He took a few steps towards me and I had to admit that my heart was racing with fear.

"They have a big chest with treasures down here in the crypt," I quickly gushed out.

He just grunted something unintelligible and then he came closer to me. I pressed myself against the wall and watched every step oh him.

"Why are you locked up here?" He said to himself rather than to me. "You must be special" he knelt next to me and I could smell the blood that was all over his clothes.

"The priest" and I nodded my head to the sad piece of meat that lay lifeless on the floor next to us. "Thought I was a witch just because I know how to treat sick people and I mix herbs"

"I understand. You can heal wounds. So you are a kind of a healer? ”He asked, tilting his head. I hardly recognized him, but he seemed to have light eyes.

"Yeah, I think i am something like that." I replied, trying to sit up, not wanting to show my fear.

"I have a friend who needs help with a stab wound, can you treat something like that?" He turned the ax in his hand.

I paused for a moment and wondered if I could help him, maybe he'll let me live and I can go? Or he would kill me afterwards, but what choice did I have? To remain chained here while the bodies of at least 20 priests and two dozen soldiers rotten in the sun above. No, I had to take the chance and assure him of my help, that was the only way to get out of here alive.

I nodded and held out my hands to him. "If you have a solution, then I'll be happy to help." He grinned and showed me his silver ax. Was he really going to use it to break the chains? Is he insane? That’s going wrong. Never and eve-

I heard a loud clink and already felt the chains slip from my wrists. He did cut the iron with one precise blow. I rubbed my hands and got on my legs. Getting up quickly made me dizzy and i staggered a little.

"Are you okay?" The man held my arm to support me.

I just nodded. “Yes, I just got up too quickly and my legs are a bit shaky, but otherwise I'm fine.

"Good," he muttered and let go of me. "If you take care of my friend, you're free to leave" I nodded in agreement.

We went to the door and climbed the stairs. The light of the sun hit me like a blow. My eyes ached from the brightness, but what else should I expect?

I haven't seen the sunlight for two days and now I was exposed to it ruthlessly. Little by little, my vision improved and I saw the appearance of my Savior for the first time. He was a little taller than me. He had blond hair that he had tied in a braid and the sides were shaved. His clothes were covered in blood and he had a few splatters on his face. His blue eyes fascinated me, they were deep blue and reminded me of the waves on the sea, wild and untamed. He seemed to be staring at me too and I looked away.

"Follow me" and pointed to the massive wooden door at the end of the room. It led into the front yard of the abbey and when we got outside I inhaled fresh air for the first time in a long time. But there was not only the smell of fresh flowers in the air, no, there was also iron, blood, to be precise. And then I noticed that a few dozen corpses were spread out in the courtyard. This man's men had done a neat job. We went out of the garden, down the hill to the river. The huts of the priests and sisters burned and the smoke rose far into the sky. The fire could be seen several kilometers away. I heard the men before I saw them. They stood together in a group. The treasures of the abbey, gold and silver, which could certainly be sold or used well, passed through their hands. A man was sitting on a bench not far from them, his hand on his lower stomach. That had to be my Savior's friend that I was supposed to help.

"Eivor! There you are! ”His call sounded pained and his features cramped, but he tried to smile. The blond rescuer responded to his call. So his name was Eivor.

"Dag, I brought help with me" and he pointed at me.

The man named Dag looked me suspiciously.

"She's a healer, she can look at your wound," said Eivor, kneeling next to Dag.

“It's nothing, believe me. It's just a scratch. It'll be all right soon. ”But he was still holding the wound and it was definitely not just a scratch. The blood was on his clothes and on his hands. The wound seemed to be deep.

"That looks bad to me," I said to him and also knelt next to him. "I have to look at it, otherwise it could get worse."

"Is she one of the nuns here?" He looked at Eivor and raised an eyebrow.

Eivor was about to answer when I said: "No, as he had already said, I am a healer and not a sister."

He growled like a bear. Eivor assured him that I just wanted to help him and Dag agreed. He raised his hand and immediately blood came out of the wound. It was deep, but it had been stabbed clean. I should be able to treat his wound with a couple of bandages, but we weren't in the best situation for wound care. Materials for treating the wound were probably burning in the houses around us.

"We have to get him out of here, there are no clean cloths or clean water to treat the wound with," I said while looking at Eivor.

Eivor looked around and decided I was right.

"We have to get Dag out of here, let's go home!" Eivor roared through the crowd and pointed to two men who helped Dag up and took him to the river shore.

I wasn't sure what to do. How far was their home from here? How would it go on for me? And would they kill me after that? I had to take care of this man because I owed something to Eivor, he had taken me out of the dark dungeon and saved my life.. But Eivor didn't seem like a man who killed innocent women, since he got me out of there, he had been quite neutral, if not friendly, to me. I decided to follow them. Eivor walked by my side and we arrived at a large longship. The men helped Dag in and he sat down. Eivor stepped into the water and I followed him. The water was freezing and I got goose bumps. I pulled myself awkwardly into the boat and sat down next to Dag. I tore off a piece of my dress and folded it up.

“Here take it, press it on the wound. It will stop the bleeding temporarily. ”I held out the folded piece of cloth. He still looked at me suspiciously, but carefully slid his hand away from his wound. I immediately pressed it onto the open area, took his hand and pushed it onto the fabric.

"The wound looks bad, but I can manage it" I smiled at him and tried to give him some courage.

He just mumbled a little thank you and turned away.

I looked around and saw Eivor standing on the stern of the ship. The men took their places and hit the river bank with the huge rounds. We drove downhill and the abbey got smaller and smaller. By the gods, what exciting minutes those were.

"Are you scared?" I heard Eivor ask and he pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Well, you've just robbed an entire monastery of its soldiers and the treasures too. I was helpless and unarmed, and even with a weapon I would certainly not have been of great help. Of course I'm scared. I wonder what will happen after i helped Dag. ”I looked at Dag, who was watching me with a curious look. I'd prefer to get out of this alive. ”I look at Eivor seriously.

"You really think that after I got you out of there and you helped my friend, i'm going to kill you?" He seemed amused. "I could kill you on the way to the river or leave you in the dungeon"

He was right about that. He was still smiling at me. Did he find the whole thing funny?

"What's your name anyway?" He asked.

"Ella, my name is Ella" I replied.

"Ella? You're not from England, are you? "

"No, neither are you," and I showed my sarcastic smile.

He laughed and agreed with me. I let my gaze wander over the water. The river was dark and the water was clear. The drive wasn't long and I saw a village approaching in the distance, but it wasn't really a village. It was more like a bunch of tents and run-down huts. The boat docked at the dock and the men began to heave the chest and boxes out of the ship. I climbed out of the boat and followed Eivor into the village. In the center was a large oak, the branches of which hung heavily. She looked just beautiful. Behind it you could have a look at a very large longhouse. It seemed well preserved. I suspect the northerners hadn't been here long. There were a lot of different people here. Men worked in the harbor, women chased their children around. We passed a house where a tall man was working on a sword.

"Ahh Eivor, back again? I hope you found something nice, ”he laughed.

“Gunnar! Yes, we found a lot, you are welcome to take a look at the longship. Dag is injured, we'll take him up to the longhouse. Ella ”he pointed to me“ will take a look at the wound ”

Gunnar’s gaze wandered from Eivor to me and a smile formed. He seemed like a warm man to me. “Welcome Ella! Nice to meet you! "

"Nice to meet you too" I replied with a smile.

Eivor and I said goodbye to Gunnar and went to the longhouse. As soon as we entered it, I noticed the long tables and the benches. At the end of the hall on an elevation stood a single chair. It was adorned with furs and appeared to belong to the leader. Where was he? Would he tolerate me here? If not, could Eivor prevent that? How high was his position here so that he could change the mind of the leader? Again I was torn from my thoughts. Dag sat down on a bench and Eivor called me over to him.

"What do you need for the wound?" He asked.

"I need a bowl of clean water and clean cloths, please," I knelt next to Dag and took the provisional wound pad from him. It was not bleeding as badly as before, but I should quickly make an envelope.

Eivor ordered one of the men to fetch the required utensils. He apologized and disappeared into the room behind the throne.

Dag was breathing hard, probably because of his pain. After a short time the man appeared with the requested materials and I started my work. I cleaned his wound and made a poultice that I put on him. “So that should be enough for now, but I would need a few more herbs to cleanse the wound and take some of the pain away from you. You shouldn't try so hard now. "

"Oh, I'm fine," said Dag, trying to get up, obviously in pain. But he slumped back on the bench. "Okay, maybe not"

He looks up at me and I raised an eyebrow.

"I told you"

"Yes, yes, I know," I heard him say grimly. "Thanks"

I looked down at him and nodded. "With pleasure"

I heard footsteps behind me and saw Eivor approaching us, accompanied by another Northman. He was tall, illegally tall. He was almost two heads taller than me, had rust-red hair that, like Eivor, wore in a long braid. There was a tattoo on his forehead, as well as on his shaved sides. He had a beard that was neatly trimmed. His eyes were a beautiful light blue-gray. They had something like bright rain clouds. I don't know how tosay it, but this man knew how to an appearance. I knew right away that this man was in charge here.

"Dag, you don't look really good," he patted Dag gently on the shoulder.

“I'm fine Sigurd, just a small stab wound. But thanks to Ella, that will soon be a thing of the past. He whispered and looked first at Sigurd and then at me.

Sigurd followed his gaze and now noticed me for the first time. His gaze made me shiver. A smile played on his lips. “Yes, Eivor mentioned you. Got you out of the abbey. I am Sigurd, the Jarl of Ravensthorpe, ”he said. "Thanks for helping Dag"

So he was actually the leader. The Jarl. I knew it.

“Eivor saved my life. I owed him something. And my name is Ella. ”I explained. "But I still have to treat the wound with herbs."

"Where do we get them from?" Eivor asked. I could hardly avert my gaze from Sigurd. He just looked impressively handsome.

“I have some in my hut. But I don't know whether it is still there. After the thing with the priest. ”I said, looking at Eivor.

“Where is your hut located? Is it far from here? ”He asked.

I told Eivor that my hut is near Grantebridge in Grantebridgescir, but that the Danes had been evicted there.

"I suppose my house was ransacked, but it would be worth a look." I look from Eivor to Sigurd and he clapped his hands.

"Well, off to Grantebridgescir!" He said to the group.

Eivor seemed confused and said: “Are you coming with us? Isn't it better if you stay here? "

Sigurd shook his head. "The more the better" and he looked at me with a grin. What was going on in his head right now? Eivor agreed, with the look from Sigurd to me and we made our way to the longship. We took the ship for a while and the crew sang a beautiful Nordic song. I didn't understand a word of what they were singing, but I thought it was very good. The landscape passed us. Green and Fresh. The sun warmed my face and I enjoyed the wind in my hair. Eivor and Sigurd were talking about something, but I couldn't hear what they were talking about. I watch them for a while until they both looked at me. I smiled and looked at the water, embarrassed to have been caught staring at them.

After what felt like an hour we arrived at the Scir and after a short time we were standing in front of my hut. If you could still call it a hut. The roof had burned down, the door kicked in, and the front yard trampled. It looked worse inside. Every chest and cupboard was cleared, items were scattered on the floor, and some of my notes were torn. I knelt next to a torn recipe and slowly picked it up. What kind of men rob a woman of all her possessions just because she helps people. This priest deserves what he got. I let my gaze wander around the room sadly. I didn't live here for long and I didn't build a real life here, but I had something and now that had been taken away from me. I tried to gather the remaining pages when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Eivor had knelt by me and was helping me collect the scraps of paper.

"I'm sorry about what happened here Ella," he said sincerely.

“It's okay, I wasn't really at home here. It's just a shame cause all of my recipes, but I can still use some of them. So it isn't that bad ”I assured him and gave him a grateful smile. He replied. It didn't seem as bad as I initially suspected. Where was Sigurd anyway? His presence makes me nervous and I didn't know why.

"Do you have what you need?" I heard Sigurd call from outside.

"We'll have it in a moment!" Replied Eivor and stood up to hand me the pages.

I folded it carefully and put it in the bag that i found in a corner of the room. Fortunately, it was still intact. I opened it and discovered dried herbs that I could still use for Dag’s wound. Unfortunately, the rest, including the one in the front yard, had been completely destroyed. Eivor had already gone outside and I looked around again. To say goodbye, I think, because I couldn't stay here. The Saxons would get me back and probably kill me right away. I looked one last time at the broken furniture and decided to go outside.

Eivor and Sigurd were talking when I stepped into the sunlight and they saw me, they both fell silent immediately.

"I have everything, we can go." I let them know, pulled the strap of my bag tighter around my shoulder and held it tight.

Both nodded. We were silent on the way to the ship, nobody said anything. Until Eivor broke the silence.

"Ella? Where will you go after you helped Dag? ”He asked.

That was a good question. Where should i go now? I had nothing left. No family, no friends and no home. I would probably have to look for work somewhere. so i don't have to sleep on the street.

"I dont know. I can't go back. The Saxons will look for me and then probably kill me. ”I said and my steps felt heavy.

"I see" Eivor stopped. “You know, Sigurd and I talked earlier. Our settlement is still young. We only got here 3 days ago and we could use a healer like you. You'd have a roof over your head and food in your stomach. In return you help the people in Ravensthorpe.

"What?" i looked surprised from him to Sigurd, who just nodded. I didn't know what to say. First he saved me and then he gave me a home. "I don't know what to say .."

Sigurd laughed and said, "How about yes?"

I had to smile and Eivor held out his hand. "Deal?"

I didn't think twice and accepted. Sigurd held out his hand to me and I took it too. When our hands touched, I could literally feel the sparks spray. My head was buzzing. It felt like I was in a different place. I saw golden fields of wheat, green meadows and I felt like i was at home. Then I was in a city, made by gods and a man held my hand. He smiled and then I was back on the river bank with Sigurd's hand in mine. I let go of him and looked at him. Did he just experience the same thing as me? His look said nothing, but something just happened between us. This is going to be interesting. I was sure.

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Where the Ocean meets the Forest, Chap 3

Yeah it’s ya boi reader, back at swooning for Eivor. Because lets be real, who wouldn’t.

Chap 1

Chap 2

fem!Reader x male!Eivor

typed on my phone but FINALLY edited on laptop. :D

Music Tipp: Wardruna - Grá

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As soon as the settlers arrived, the people immediately began to scout, hunt, set the tents and rebuild the broken parts of the longhouse. It was the most important building, since there were not enough tents to house all the villagers. The people of the settlement worked all very well together and like that, every makeshift home and the big house were finished very soon. Everyone worked so well together, Eivor and you even had the time to teach each other and your chats soon became joyous banter.

The evening the longhouse was finished, Sigurd called for a feast. In his opening speech, he welcomed his people again in Anglia and decided, the name of the settlement should be Hræfnathorp, Ravensthorpe. The crowd cheered him on and the Jarl urged Bragi to start singing, so the festivities could begin. You were currently sitting with Randvi when the Jarl and his friends from the east sat themselves close to the two of you. "What say you, Sif, how long does it take you to train young ravens as messengers?", Sigurd asked you while pouring another mead for you and his wife. You thought about it for a second before you gave him an answer. "Sadly, my Jarl, it will need several moon cycles.", you admitted then. "One for finding the fitting birds, and at least three more for training. I will give my best to speed up the process, but I cannot guarantee anything. Please forgive me."

You felt bad. They took you with them because of the birds and now you could not even meet their expectations, but now you saw Sigurd shrugging and heard him laughing. "We will make it work. For now, enjoy the feast my friend!" Randvi nudged him and he smiled at her. "Yes, my love. Right.", he told her. Then he looked at you. "Randvi told me you do not have a tent of your own, only one for your birds. Is that true?", the Jarl asked. "Yes, it is true. My.. my parents always said we can sleep outside, but we have to treat the birds well or else they will fly away. I intend in keeping it that way." Your friend laughed and even Sigurds strange companions chuckled. "Have I not told you that she will not grasp your hint?", she told him. You stared at her for a moment, then asked very confused: "Is something not right?" "We finished the longhouse first so everyone without a tent can sleep in the hall.", Sigurd explained with a tone in his voice which said, he thought that fact would be obvious. "As long as we do not have any guests, you can even use the spare bedroom. But anyways you can stay in this hall as long as needed. Also, as soon as you find some birds, I guess they will like the warmth of the house more than a windy tent."

Your eyes grew wide when you heard that, as well as your grin. "Thank you, Jarl Sigurd! I will gladly accept this offer.", you exclaimed. The bench beside you creaked. "Which offer?", you heard Eivors voice. He just did not wait for your answer, but took your hand to drag you to a free spot amongst the dancing people. "Eivor! What was that just now?", you asked him, laughing quietly. He smiled at you - there was his favorite sound again! "Care to dance with me?", he asked you then instead of answering, so you simply nodded. The two of you fully expected another cheerful song by the Skald, but Bragis next piece of music was a slow, quiet one about the beauty of the nature the gods created. The warrior before you asked first "May I?", before he gently laid his hands on your waist. You automatically placed yours on his shoulders and gods, it just felt so natural. Like you were made for embracing his strong form. Quickly, you hid those thoughts in the back of your head in favor of swaying to the music and enjoying the beautiful tunes. After a few moments, Eivor whispered: "My brother has told you to reside in the house for the moment, right?" You grinned. "Yes! I am so happy, it will be great for the birds.", you explained, equally silent. Then a mischievous glint made its way to your eyes. You winked at him and added: "Also it will do wonders for you to see something as beautiful as me first in the morning." He had to hide a laugh. "For that, you would need to lie in the same bed as me or someone else could be faster than you, dear Sif." Although you tried to hold his gaze, you could not stop yourself from blushing. He smiled at your red face while you tried your best to come up with a good answer, but then you retorted: "Well, I fear my birds would not like me if I would reek of blood, sweat and grime. So I am sorry, my friend, but I will rather use the bed they offered me and let the Norns decide about the fate of your eyes every day."

Now he could not hold himself back any longer, Eivor just had to laugh out loud. That loud and sudden, the Skald even stopped singing for a moment. As soon as the warrior regained his breath, he apologized for interrupting the singer and led you back to the table you were sitting before, tears of mirth still glistening in his eyes. You had to chuckle too, as proud as you were on your answer. "Another mead for you, my dear?", he asked you, but you declined. "No, thank you. If I take another cup of Teklas ungodly brews I fear I might not know where up and down is anymore.", you told him. He poured you another drink anyway and very eagerly so. "If I can drown your wit with Teklas help, so be it.", he chuckled. "Although I do like women with not only sharp axes but sharp minds and tongues alike, I might cut myself if I cannot dull all of your weapons." You laughed merrily and took your drink, but your answer, what kind of warrior would fear such tiny blades, led to a long and mead-soaked talk with the drengr. It became late, the hall emptied and you two still talked with each other, now indeed very drunk. The brew made your sight turn, but also it gave you the confidence to place a tiny kiss on Eivors cheek when you wanted to go to bed. He wished you a good night and watched your every step when you left, until a merrily smiling Sigurd sat beside him.

"You are staring, brother.", he stated simply and stifled a laugh when Eivor started shifting around. The younger pouted. "You are imagining things. Since when does the alcohol not agree with you anymore?" Sigurd laid a hand on Eivors shoulder. "I know you all your life, brother. And I know how you look at people you are fond of. If I were you, I would act on it. But if the fog if alcohol clouds your eyes so much that you cannot see the obvious, you should maybe go to sleep first. Maybe the light of day will bring you the clarity you need." The redheaded laughed quietly and left his brother to the thoughts he stirred in him.

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Sorry for the length. I only can do drabbles and essays, nothing in between.

Chapter 4 in progress!

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