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Assassin's Creed Valhalla | Freyja's Promise

Where Honor Lies: Chapter 5

Summary: Eivor is preliminarily crowned. Her new life charted before her. Marriage hadn't been a thought but with Vili- It had seemed fate had favored their desire for each other. A Prophecy, A crown, An engagement… The air was thick with what some might call luck but not enough to keep the raven from bending. For the war… was only a prelude for something far more mysterious.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Angst, Fluff, Smut NSFW

WC: 5.6k

Assassins Creed Valhalla | Eivor Varinsdottir x Vili Hemmingston

"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! THE KING OF NORTHUMBRIA AND QUEEN OF MERCIA SHALL RIDE TO THE MOUNTAINS TO STOP THE PICTS AND ONCE RETURNED WILL UNIFY ENGLAND!"

A herald in the center of town bellowed with all his might, announcing tidings to the locals who were skirmishing through the city preparing for war. Each that walked passed took the parchments being passed out, spreading news of Eivor and Vili's reign and the things they've changed since then. The parchment read, "Send a delegate from each hamlet to represent your home to bring balance to England as a whole-", announcing that, "-Each representative is due in Jorvik in 2 months time." For the first Althing hosted by your very own-

The Prince and The Legend

Hundreds had converged on this small city, a gathering of unprecedented scale and ambition. Their purpose: to shape the nation's destiny. A risky endeavor considering Ceowulf's absence and their heritage but a challenge they accept nonetheless. It was a responsibility given by the old Mercian king, though his retreat to an undisclosed location was needed for his safety- leaving the remaining English monarchs united in solemn contemplation.

Yet, their meeting was compelled by the echoing promise Vili and Eivor had made before the ton - a vow of honor they intended to uphold. Within the hidden depths of the castle long-house, the two royals were heavily guarded against any assault as they leaned over the war table, their minds locked in intense deliberation to strategize.

"Upon Synin's return," Eivor declared, her finger tracing a line across the map to the range where their destiny awaits, "we'll dispatch scouts to the Northumbrian peak. Our target: this castle. A fortress guarding the pass into Lochlainn." She tapped her finger on a formidable structure depicted on the map, a colossal edifice rumored to be the work of Roman giants, crafted entirely from marble and stone. "A relic of ages past," she mused, her gaze hardened as she rested her hand on jaw, "and we intend to shatter it." Her allies leaned in, their attention fixed on the map as she delved deeper into her strategy with the King.

Vili: "-Yes, in turn we can flood the path with our foot soldiers from here down to the southern parts of Snottingham... It should buy us enough time to flush out the picts in our territories and gain back the mountain range here in Eurviscire-"

Eivor: "-They will spew out like rats... We will need to place our Vikingr at their escaped routes for an ambush.... which I am assuming is closest to the picts castle where their King resides. Our men can extinguish them without flaw, giving us full control over the range.

Vili: "Despite the hundreds that linger along this border- If we can manage a surprise attack on at least 3 of their camps from Snottingham to the Northern shores of Mercia, we could take them without any heavy casualties even at sea on the borderlands of England."

Eivor: "We would have the high ground if we take Eurvicscire passage first and the sea second- a better tactical advantage If we strike at them in two different angles..."

Vili: "The remainder of their forces would retreat to their king and protect whats left of their force, leaving their bases on the outskirts of pict territory abandoned and their royals location exposed... We should send a scout to follow whomever is left, I bet they will lead us to their King."

Eivor: "A good idea. Once we've organized our army to a forward base we will descend down the mountain and have them scatter across their lands. Raining Sutur's fire at their castle walls from every direction-"

Vili: "And destroy the picts once for all."

Sigurd: "It's still not enough fire power, we need more allies-"

Stowe: "-With Guthrum and his army gone, not to mention, Alefgar and those loyal to him- Lady Aesthlswith is already making her move by recruiting small hamlets. And who knows about king Alfred of Wessex. He could return at any moment and we wouldn't know. Mercia needs our protection. This situation has become dire and unrealistic, we need to consider our moves carefully."

Randvi: "I'd have to agree, we need more allies in this coming of war."

A silent drama unfolded in the background as Eivor's gaze landed on the errant wax on the table. A solitary candle that had surrendered to the night, its wax congealing in testament to countless hours of strategy as she watched a stray drip of resin snake its way down the edge, reaching the corners of a map that represented the course of their rule- the course to glory. Perhaps it was the unexpected disruption, or maybe a sudden flash of inspiration, as the realization dawned upon her that countless hours had passed and rest was imperative before the next phase of their plan. "Enough," she declared, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade as the table fell silent. "We've labored over this for hours. Let us calm ourselves and take time to deliberate. Dismissed." As the majority departed to camp leaving the royals and trusted aids behind.

"Ravensclan and Border will establish a defensive line along Mercia's eastern seaboard, centered at Snottingham," she instructed, showing her aids what she means by pointing on the map as she continued. "Erke and Stowe will return south to guard against potential attacks from Alfred or Aethlswith, we will send aid from Jorvik. No doubt the bacraut is supporting her... " She took a deep breath wishing she had acted upon her desire to snuff him out when she had the chance. But regrets don't solve anything. Action does. "Tewdwr will man of river steeds when we are ready to push for Lochlainn. In the mean time- Vili will head up the mountain and take their forward bases with his horde to secure the forward pass, while I set sail to forge alliances. Two weeks is a tight timeframe, but easily done if I leave today."

Sigurd: "Too risky, especially since you are not up to standard."

Trygve: "I would have to agree with your brother Wolf-Kissed. Its ill advised given you're state and... what you represent now."

Randvi: "I think this is the safest route for her. To call upon our allies in distance lands will keep her from getting hurt or killed here and most importantly give her more time to heal. I think we should-"

Vili: "No-"

A flicker of concern crossed Vili's face- he knew her strength, her unwavering spirit. Yet, the memory of holding her lifeless body, a casualty of an attempted assassination barely a month past, tightened his throat. A silent plea in his eyes, 'Anything but that again', he thought. The weight of that near-loss threatened to drown out the tension surrounding them, casting a long shadow over their stolen moment of connection.

"The Queen of Mercia will stay here- behind castle walls."

Eivor's eyes fluttered open, a deep frown etching itself into her brow. Vili's suggestion hung heavy in the air. Technically, the title of "Queen" remained out of reach. Ceowulf's declaration meant little without the official blessing of the church and the sacred Vuvla ritual. The weight of the unearned title, despite the respect it earned, pressed down on her. She wasn't a mere figurehead. She yearned for the recognition that matched the responsibility she already bore. "I will- sail for Francia, my King." She straightened up with a scowl on her face as the two remained in eye contact. "No.", "Vili I-", "-I SAID NO!" he slammed on the table loud enough to shock everyone in the hall silent.

The air hung heavy with unspoken arguments. The Monarch faces flushed with heated debate, standing toe-to-toe in the center of the room. Their voices, usually commanding, had dipped to low, guttural growls shaking even the most elite drengir to their core. The issue? Her safety. Eivor, ever the mighty warrior, bristled at the excessive protection Vili insisted upon though she did not understand the burden he carried with the responsibility of her well-being, countering his with concerns over enemy plots.

Their advisors, a dangerous crew of seasoned veterans and sharp strategists, exchanged uneasy glances and though the tension between their leaders was palpable, stepping between them felt like navigating the depths of Hel itself. Was it their place to interrupt the royals locked in a fierce dance of power and protection? Yet, the potential consequences of a misstep were too great to ignore as they all remained silent in heavy anticipation.

"Everyone out...", Eivor mumbled....But no one moved, not wanting to abandon them in their time of debate. "OUT!" She too slammed her hand against the table and watched as the crowds thinned till no one was in the building. "What are you doing?" Eivor asks walking past Vili to grab the remainder of her things near the eastern wall adjacent to the war table. "You're not going...", Vili exclaimed reaffirming his answer sternly. "Yes I am and you cannot stop me, Vili Hemmingson." She strapped a couple extra knives to the inside of her thigh, filling her pouch with rations for the trip until she felt Vili's hand capture her arm. "Yes I can", he growled as Eivor paused with anger, readjusting herself to shake his hand off of her.

"You're treading dangerous waters Vili."

The simmering anger in Eivor's veins threatened to erupt. Her hand instinctively clenched, ready to mirror Sigurd's harsh treatment. But a flicker of respect and recognition of Vili's authority held her back as she took a deep breath to quell the simmering rage. She fixated on him with a steely gaze, "You know just as well as I do that we cannot conquer the mountains without support." Contending his decision by leaving anyways. "And what happens if those dangerous waters get you killed again, huh? Or an assassin follows you to Francia? Dublin? What then Eivor? How can I protect you, if you're so damn far AWAY!" He kicked a chair in frustration and placed his hand on his forehead in distress. Taking a moment to walk away and gather himself.

'So thats what this is about'

She saw genuine concern etched on his face. The arrow? A mere scrape in her eyes but must have been terrifying to witness on his end. It was a stark reminder of her own mortality, a vulnerability she rarely allowed herself to acknowledge. Admitting to herself that she may have done the same if she was in his shoes. She took a deep breath, "Vili..." and placed a hand on his chest rolling the white silk fabric between her fingers. "I'll be okay." She said breathlessly looking up to him with eyes he had never seen before. 'Let me do this' they say. The glint showing just how much she wanted this- needed this. To be apart of something greater than herself on the behest of others and most importantly... Him.

"We need this support..."

She murmured, feeling his hand encase hers and bring her in close by the waist, completely beholden on how she can calm him with as much as a single glance of a nimble touch and nothing else, "I know... I know-" The fear was a relentless serpent, coiling around his heart in nerves of losing her before love could fully bloom- before they could rule together, before whispers of "family" became a reality.

In that moment, Vili's gaze darted upwards, a silent plea directed towards the heavens. "Freyja," he breathed, the name of prayer on his lips. He needed wisdom, the strength to navigate the looming war without her by his side. The weight of the unknown pressed down upon him, in contrast to the warmth of Eivor's touch- her presence. "I just- cant see anything happen to you again..." His eyes averted to the wound he regretfully didn't take as the pink around the area showed vividly up to her collarbone from the bruising. He pushed her tunic out of the way slightly, grazing his finger across her shoulder. The only women he could ever see himself with, already bearing scars from his failures-

"I cant..." He murmured.

Eivor sidestepped intimacy like a skilled warrior dodging a blade. Love, in the way Vili craved, was a territory she'd long sworn off. Yet, with him, there was a spark, a connection unlike any she's known. A traitorous part of her yearned for this, for the warmth he radiates through his touch, for the glint of peace in his eyes and compassion in his gaze. For the way his concern morphed into something deeper, something forbidden drove her to unexplored lands she dared not touch.

Hesitantly, she tilted her head towards him, a silent question hanging in the air as his eyes trailed to her in tone. She didn't know what to say, only captivated by their moment ofsolidarity. "I can't." the words echoed in her mind, a mantra against the rising tide of desire but vulnerability washed over her as they inched closer. Their breaths mingling in a charged current as she felt a forbidden hunger scratch at her core pulling her towards him, tempting her restraint. 'Do it.' her mind whispered, a dangerous temptress in the midst of an imposing war as Vili's gaze held hers. A silent plea for surrender... A breach of their promise when their lips touched and a stolen spark ignited within them. The wildfire they had tried so desperately to contain spread across their bodies at great speeds melting the icy walls she'd erected instantaneously as the kiss carried, succumbing to a warmth she hadn't known existed.

"Vili..." She cooed wrapping her arms around him in tandem with his hands on her waist, "Eivor," he hummed as they carried on. A growing heat between the two pushing them to the edge of no return as steps were taken, pushing her against one of the posts in the hall with a thud forcing her crown to fall. She felt his calloused hands slither under her tunic- making her skin crawl with a crippling desire as he tightened his grip and delved in deeper with his tongue to taste all of her.

His mind was racing in every direction, searching for the quickest way to be inside her as his hand reached to her thighs and lifting her onto his waist, pressing them against the post behind. He felt as she wrapped her legs around him, allowing his arm to use the post to stabilize them both. "Now?" She whispered, looking deep into his eyes in pant. The tip of her breasts beginning to harden as her core began to soak itself in tandem. Her desire was taking over her mind when seeing the desperate look in his eyes for this retribution as he carried her to the war table at sat her on the edge, pushing everything to the floor. He leaned to graze his lips against the scar on her neck and whispered, "Yes." Into her ear.

That word alone sent shivers down her spine as their speed turned into haste, kissing through the removal of their clothing when his crown joined hers on the floor with a clink. Their pace, needy and wanting, a way to release all their tension since, after all- they were off to fight a war, feeling her hairs stand on end when he slid his hands down her naval, rolling the sensitive pearl in between his fingers while moaning through his touch. The rough texture of his hands sent butterflies to her stomach, furrowing her eyebrows when her lips parted and threw her head back in moan "Mmmng" she sighed out, 'I cant' She thought feeling his lips grace the mound of her breast, circling the hardened bud with his tongue when her hand shot to his arm on the verge of climax. 'But Im going to'

"VILI!"

She ushered out, moaning his name as she felt her walls tighten before it had enough, sending a bolt of electricity throughout her body in pure ecstasy while riding out the high as Vili stood up and took his pants off. It was exhilarating. The feeling of being so quickly blindsided by desire crashed into her within seconds of him touching her, making her want more. She moaned, panting through the motions as she fell back on her elbows and lifted her legs with a lewd grin, opening them wide for him to see the jewel he so desperately craved- allowing him in. It created a sense of urgency, feeling it claw its way out of him before he pulled her to the edge, smirking, as he kissed her gently. Bringing her in closer and closer, till he was at her entrance.

They paused for a moment realizing how naughty they were plowing on the war room table as coquettish smiles rose on their face watching Eivor throw one arm around his neck and the other on his chest. "Say my name..." Vili murmured, Using his own to support her lower back as feeling the slickness of her folds at the tip "Mmm" she murmured bringing herself up too kiss him before purring in his ear "Vili..." He slowly inserted, seeing as both mouths drop at once when he fully sheathed himself, the gasp of relief that she took all of him- this time, her lips encasing him perfectly at the base.

That alone almost most him climax.

To have the woman of his dreams naked on his war table- legs open, wanting him too... To feel her body like this, wet- warm- and welcoming behind closed doors of many who wished to speak with them. The absolutely height of viking sex as he cupped the back of her neck and started thrusting. "Eivor-" he growled into her ear, his grip tightening equal to his speed increasing. "Vili..." She arched her back into him, feeling her breasts jiggle against his chest each time he reinserted, driving him into a frenzy. The tension from both parties was now being released as their anger was now being misplaced- making them grow hasty and irrational. "Harder... Vili Hemmingson" Eivor murmured into his ear allowing him to release his carnal side despite her injuries.

He pushed her down into the table with a thud, leaving his hand on one of her breast and began pounding into her. The vibrations of the table sent the remaining totems that laid idle on the table to the floor, rejoining the others. A stark reminder of where their thoughts are during this war as she heard him curse low under his breath- a wanting "Fuck....", as he threw a leg over his shoulder and plowed deeper into her.

The claps between the two was heard as far as the closed doors to the halls- letting the others nearby know exactly what they mean to each other. Solidifying their marriage in stone as their moans carried. "Vill I-!" She felt herself tighten around him, the simmering nerves now reaching boiling point as she gripped the side of the table with furrowed brows. He was rough, rougher than before and is a feeling she had come to like when her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pure ecstasy. 'I am becoming undone..' She thought...An the unyielding need to release the growing energy consuming her every thought, every nerve as her heart begin to falter.

She was close.

And Vili noticed. His body was begging for release and ready to enter their shared haven of bliss when he slid his hands down to open her thighs wide between her groin, gripping with a strength he's been waiting to show as he dragged her to the edge penetrating to her cervix. Her arms shot up to his gripping him with an equal strength as he hissed, watching the bulge of his girth penetrate her through her stomach at great speeds- turning it into a frenzy. "Mmm Eivor..." He threw his head back feeling himself throb as his eyebrows furrowed. The urge growing quick when heard Eivor chant his name and tightened around him making him unravel. "Vili!!!!", She arched her back into him as her fist began to ball up making the English King grin wildly as the tip of his thumb started rubbing the button in between, bringing her to climax in haste and him- at peak. "Shit..." his eyebrows furrowed- the tightness of her cunt making him unravel... unable to contain it-

Releasing himself inside of her...

He gave one last thrust as deep as he could, feeling himself pulse against her walls as continuous threads of his seed filled her whole, making him collapse on top of her. She felt full, anticipating the inevitable as she giggled, "I hate you Vili Hemmingson-" threading her hand through his hair as she watched him pull up and hover before her. His hair messy and face dripping with sweat from their escapade without a single regret. "No you don't" he murmured tracing his fingers down her chest to her naval stuffing his seed back in her, "You may be right..." She moaned sitting up to kiss him. "Again..." She asked breathlessly, a hair falling perfectly to thee side of her face as the King gracefully followed orders, carrying her to his quarters to spend the afternoon in each others arms.

Where Vili will learn who is truly the dominant one.

"Where are they?"

Sigurd asked pacing across the kings stage in haste when the thralls finished piecing together the war room table from the mess they created. "Its just like her to pick a fight and fuck to fix it... ERGYAA-" he swiped everything off the table again, forcing the thralls to restart their process carefully, to avoid the queen brothers rage. "Be calm Sigurd. We need...them- to happen. If this is what it takes then so be it..." the orange haired table maiden picked up the allied totems placing them back on the map in their respected places.

"Besides... I think its romantically feral. Fitting for the two if you ask me."

Her last sentence solemn. Wishing every day Eivor had chosen her instead of him- filled with regret it was not her on this table and that she did not pursue further despite being married to her brother as she turned to her ex earnestly, seeing the same look of regret in his eyes but still averted his gaze- feeling betrayed by her deception. "I. Don't. Care-!" He exclaimed, slamming on the table, "-Its irresponsible! Its-",

"Its what?",

Sigurds brow fire started to raise. He grinded his jaw in circles thinking of the unspeakable things Vili had done to his little sister- letting his obsession with her life take hold when he turned around and announced to the king that, "Your people are planning a war to stave off an invasion while you're up there PLOWING MY SISTER!" Watching Vili's face grow wide with a grin. "Yes, I was." He exclaimed taking slow steps towards the Jarl while adjusting the cuffs of his silk tunic as he continued, "And it will happen-" Sauntering up to him till he was face to face, "Again and again." Fixing the jarls tunic and patting of some dirt off his chest.

"Because she is soon to be my wife. Per your request of course."

Sigurd's hand shot to Vili's chest gripping the silk fabric tightly. "Do it..." Vili said relaxing himself as Eivor crept up from behind, slithering her hand up Sigurd's chest guard and abruptly pulled him back, "Relax Sigurd..." she pushed him slightly and stood between the two as the leaders watched intently at the first royal family drama of the season. "Nice eye." Eivor quipped, stepping away from the both of them to the war table, continuing their plans to make an announcement.

"Have we heard anything from Synin?"

Eivor asked as the scouts came up to present their evidence showing that the crow had found alternate paths through the mountains that flood into their campsites from high ground, geographically sound for large hordes. "Excellent then, Let us begin. But.. before you all leave, I must tell you that I sail for Francia-"

Everyone's face lit up in question, looking to the king for answers when Sigurd tried to speak his piece but was quickly cut off by the raven feeder herself. "-Hush Sigurd. Its been decided and the King agrees...." She glanced at Vili who was still riding his high from their earlier engagements, trapped inside the net she casted, still trying to wiggle free when he cleared his throat, "The Wolf-Kissed and I... spoke about it. I believe she's well enough to take on this responsibility-" He panned over to his woman. Seeing hickeys and bruises scattered from her wrists to her neck, wanting to taste more of her sensitive flesh as his mind began to trail from its main objective.

He tried hard not to grin, avoiding eye contact as they both looked down remembering just how.... healthy she was. "She's fit for travel... trust me..." Randvi said with a wink. Beholden at the ravens behavior as her mind too began to drift wishing it had been her. Eivor nodded to the table maiden. Knowing just how much Randvi had been in love with her, Broder too once she glanced over to the East Anglian man who was cracking nuts with only but his firm grip, eerily silent since she first woke- which spoke more than intended.

"Anyways.... I leave for Francia- I trust you can uphold to your tasks and protect Astin mi-", She quickly stopped herself. The term of endearment shocking herself to the core, once spoken, that heightened her nerves to a different degree. Embarrassment. The feeling itself was a viper in her throat- a sound she'd would never utter, let alone directed at another. A collective gasp rippled through the room and a wave of dropped jaws from those who understood the ancient tongue of Norse.

Even Vili- his face usually a stoic mask, couldn't hide his astonishment at the sight. Blushing furiously before the raven herself. Eivor cleared her throat, the rasp loud in the sudden silence."Arse-Stic- I mean... Vil- The k-king..." She stammered, her tongue stuck in a mix between the things she wanted to say and things she couldn't, leaving the silver tongued speechless as she tried hard to collect herself from the discomfort.

'So unlike her...'

Vili's mind reeled. The term 'My Love' hung in the air, a foreign bird with broken wings. Never, in all his years, had it graced his ears. It was a whisper reserved for parents, a secret language spoken in the dead of night, a testament to a love that defied the harsh world. Now, Eivor... Eivor of all people... The sound echoed in his chest, a strange warmth blooming in his gut where unease once resided. This unexpected endearment, laced with embarrassment, only strengthened the affection he held for her

She fixed her crown and readjusted her cape. "I have to go, just- follow his lead." Eivor exclaimed seeing them off with a nod as she took to the docks to prepare her Jomsviking raiders in haste- Though it did not take long. Vili had already sent word on his way down to confront Sigurd, having preparation glide with ease- making her thankful for the little things when she noticed her blush lingered almost too long as her Jomsviking teased,

"Your love for him burns so hot, Wolf-Kissed, I could warm my BALLS on it!"

The men erupted in a cacophony of laughter, a sound that grated on Eivor's nerves more than a Saxon shield wall. She shook her head, a forced grin flickering across her lips. "Shut up and make sure to bring the mead and silver-" She spit out, the disappointment in her voice in contrast to their amusement. The snickers continued as they shuffled across the deck with their gifts to the Frankish and Dublin royals, their whispers heavy with their eavesdropped 'conversation' from behind closed doors.

'There's no honor in love.' Eivor thought, her gaze drifting towards the endless expanse of the sea. It mirrored the turmoil within her. This unexpected turn of events had bought Eivor a few precious weeks. Weeks to navigate the uncharted territory of her emotions, weeks to decide if there was a path forward with Vili, or if their bond was destined to be another casualty of war. A sliver of unease snaked through her as the sound of muffled footsteps reached her ears.

"Leaving without as much as a goodbye Wolf-Kissed?"

The King and Chieftains strode to the edge of the dock where the everyone was boarding, readying themselves to set sail. "I see you ordered extra help?" She smiled tilting her head slightly as she swayed up to him. They looked over to the other side of the dock where Vili's Jomsviking lie, captained by Trygve himself awaiting orders, "Where you go I go your highness..." The old man nodded, "On your mark..." tucking himself into the captains post awaiting departure.

Eivor grinned from his loyalty.

A man as bold and as he is calm. With Trygve at her side meant ease of diplomacy, using his age and wisdom to her advantage with the Frankish troop. "You didn't have to Arse-Stick, I would've been safe with my own vikings..." Her arms were folded to shield her fingers from the cold facing towards the King with complacency and a soft look about her gaze. Something Vili couldn't quite put his finger on.

Did he manage to pacify the Legendary Raven?

One known for her quick temper and spiteful rage- all had seemed but vanished. A wide grin crossed his lips, bringing her jaw up to meet her gaze, "You could, yes. But with more-" He leaned in ,"-its guaranteed." And kissed her on the forehead. They both chuckled and took to the edge of the dock to have some space and privacy from the others. "Nostalgic really...", He uttered recalling the story they recited together in front of the ton. The first time they had fallen in love only this time, 10 winters later, will be the first time they declare it. "Indeed..." She said, the wind capturing her hair just slightly as the clouds parted way for the sun to shine, lighting their path towards Francia. Gazing at a sea that had naturally calmed in the few minutes they were standing.

"Its time-"

Eivor murmured a farewell, the space growing between them already as Vili reached for her hand. His touch, gentle, sent a tremor through her she couldn't quite place. He lifted her hand to his lips, a kiss- brushing the tips of her fingers. "May Njord calm the seas and Freyja guide your travels, Eivor." He said, his voice a low rumble. "I will be waiting for you... ástin mín."

Eivor flinched, a foreign heat rising in her cheeks. Never before had she felt such a pull towards another person. In her younger days, Viking life had been her compass, each day a dance with death and the pursuit of glory- honor... Love, desire – these were luxuries she'd cast aside, burdens she wouldn't bear. But now, with the weight of years upon her, the ground beneath her once steady, felt shaken. The thrill of battle, the comfort of solitude – they paled in comparison to the unfamiliar yearning that bloomed in her chest whenever Vili was near. It was terrifying, this uncharted territory of emotions, a stark contrast to the life she'd known.

Eivor couldn't help the tremor in her voice as she spoke. "Just... don't die, okay?" The simple plea hung heavy in the air compared to the usual bravado she wore like armor as she placed a gentle hand on his chest. He met her gaze, a flicker of surprise giving way to a warmth that mirrored the unfamiliar heat rising in her hugr. A silent promise and a shared vulnerability in the face of the unknown.

With a final squeeze, Eivor withdrew her hand and turned towards the waiting longship. Stepping onto the worn wood of the water steed as she felt the familiar rhythm of the waves against the hull. The men settled into their rowing positions, their rhythmic shouts echoed across the water, propelling the oars into the water to push forward.

Eivor stood at the prow, the spray from the churning water a fleeting touch against her face from the wind as she raised her hand in farewell, her eyes locked on Vili's until the distance shrunk his form. A part of her worried, a gnawing anxiety that he might not be there when she returned. This unexpected twist of fate, this blossoming of emotions, had left her adrift. The vast expanse of the sea mirrored the churning within her. Was this a new path, a love worth fighting for, or simply another tethered burden in a world where death was her constant companion? The journey ahead stretched before her, as vast and uncertain as the feelings she now harbored for Vili.

Eivor couldn't help but snort at the childish taunt. "Farewell, Arse-stick!" she retorted, a playful glint in her eye despite the knot of worry tightening in her gut. The sail billowed open, catching the wind and propelling the longship forward with a surge before she turned to Vili and offered a crisp salute, her voice ringing out over the rhythmic shouts of the oarsmen. "And to you, Wolf-Kissed! Bring us honor and glory!" He boomed, the traditional Viking send-off tinged with a deeper meaning only they understood.

A ghost of a smile touched Vili's lips, his voice barely a whisper, "Till we meet again- Wolf Kissed..." The raw vulnerability in his voice sent a tremor. With a final, lingering look, he turned away. The journey stretched before them, a journey not just across the waves, but also into the uncharted territory of their own heart. Would she return to find Vili waiting, or would he become another name whispered on the wind?

Only time, and the battles yet to come, will tell.

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Assassins Creed: Valhalla | One Shot

Eivor Varinsdottir x Vili Hemmingson

Chicken Draugr

Summary: A shadow falls over Northumbria. With Halfdan incapacitated, the weight of leadership rests solely on Vili's shoulders. He summons Eivor, his childhood friend and fellow Jarl, to aid him against a looming threat. But as they face the crisis together in the snowy embrace of Snottingham, their shared history kindles a warmth that melts even the iciest of winters. Duty calls, but so does a connection that transcends alliances and battles.

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Warnings: None, SFW, 18+ MINORS DNI

Eivor traced her fingers over the delicate vellum, a smile blooming on her lips. It was a letter from Vili. Though it had been only a full moon since they'd last met, the anticipation to read his words always sent a delightful shiver down her spine- a guilty pleasure she had yet to admit to herself; "To Wolf-Kissed, the Mightiest Chicken-Dragur Alive-" She chuckled, an eyebrow arching playfully at his signature teasing but despite the jest, couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her from his words. "Found King Bacrauts scouts in Northumbria-" She read on, her smile fading as concern crept in. "With Halfdan gone mad and trade in decline, it's difficult to say why they are here. We have captured one, though he will not speak to us. I call upon our oath, friend. Help me defend my lands, and I'll let you drink my mead for the next month."

A month's worth of mead? A tempting offer, indeed. But Eivor knew her true motivation ran deeper than that. With a resolute grin, she crumpled the letter and tossed it into the fire. "Off to Snottingham, then." She declared, her voice echoing with determination as she gathered her gear and summoned her loyal Jomsvikings- setting sail to the Swan Road. Her heart pounding with a mix of eagerness and the familiar thrill of adventure. She was on her way to aid her childhood friend, and perhaps, to steal a few more precious moments with the man she secretly loved.

And the moment Eivor's river steed touched the docks of Snottingham, a wave of familiar faces surged forward, eager smiles reflecting their anticipation. At their center stood Vili, arms crossed, a grin splitting his bearded face. But before the ship could even fully dock, Eivor leapt ashore, her own grin mirroring his. She strode towards her childhood friend, her eyes sparkling with playful challenge. "Chicken-Dragur?" She quipped, gripping the fabric on his chest firm- rather suddenly, as that familiar eyebrow twitching returned, her lips curling into a smile.

Vili's laughter boomed, filling the air with warmth. He gently grasped one of her wrists, steadying himself by placing his other hand on her waist. Their proximity sent a shiver down Eivor's spine. "You waste no time trying to get your hands on me, Wolf-Kissed." He retorted, his voice a low rumble. "I'm flattered-" She gave him the viking hello, placing her hand on his shoulder and head butting him forward. "Shut up Ergi! Hemming taught you how to treat a woman did he not?" She chuckled trying to hide her facade because really... She did just want to touch him.

They paused for a moment as Vili captured her arms for payback and flipped her around, embarrassing her in front of all their men. He leaned closer, his breath a warm against the cool air brushing her neck. "He did-" He murmured, his voice a mesmerizing caress. "If you like, I can show you..." Eivor felt a familiar twitch in her eyebrow, his words stirring a longing within her. She struggled against his gentle restraint, her heart pounding in her chest. "But first, how about some mead?" He hummed, his voice sending a blush creeping up her cheeks. Goosebumps erupted on her skin, and not from the cold.

He was teasing her, unregrettably "Let me go," she managed, her voice a breathless whisper. His grip tightened, pulling her closer still. "Not until you apologize," he said with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling as he watched a group of Drengir pass by, their faces lit up with knowing smirks. "You first," Eivor retorted, meeting his gaze with a defiant tilt of her chin. Finally, with a chuckle, he released her. "Fine-" He conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender. "-A draw, then." He extended his arm and Eivor, unable to resist his warmth, stepped into his embrace.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a proper hug as she threw hers around his neck. The world seemingly melting away, leaving only the two of them, their shared laughter echoing in the crisp winter air. "In all honesty, I am glad to have you here Wolf-Kissed. Im worried about what these scouts mean for our future." He lead her towards the heart of the Jarl of Snottingham's stronghold inside the mountain. A massive fortress, carved from the very stone, loomed before them, a testament to Vili's commitment to security.

Without hesitation, he guided her through the winding corridors as Vili lead her straight to the brig deep below ground. "Straight into the Fray." Eivor quipped, a playful smile flickering across her face as she followed him down the darkened hall and reached a cell shrouded in shadows- a lone figure huddled in the corner. The man was a picture of misery: dirty, wet, and shivering from the cold. "This is the man?" Eivor asked, her voice firm when Vili nodded, unlocking the heavy iron door with a clang.

Eivor stepped into the cell, her keen eyes assessing the prisoner. "Stand," She commanded, testing his comprehension. The man merely glanced at her, his eyes dull and lifeless, before turning away. His battered and bloodied form painted a grim picture of the interrogation he'd already endured. He seemed weary, defeated, as if he'd surrendered to despair- Painting a grotesque picture of what they had already done. Eivor knelt before him, her gaze unwavering. "I can help you-" she offered, her voice surprisingly gentle.

At that moment, Agnar, Vili's trusted warchief, entered the cell, a torch in hand, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. Eivor took the offered waterskin and held it out to the prisoner. He snatched the leather, gulping down the contents with a pained urgency before tossing it aside and retreating to his corner. "Whaddya want..." he rasped, his voice rough and hoarse. Eivor's grin widened, a predator sensing weakness in its prey- she knew this man. "I want information."

The man's gaze shifted to Vili, his eyes burning with hatred for the Jarl of Snottingham. But then, recognition flickered across his face as he looked at Eivor. Despite his allegiance to the King of Wessex and his deep-seated animosity towards Norse and Danes, he couldn't deny the presence of the woman who had saved his family in Cent. "So you do recognize me?" Eivor's voice was laced with a hint of surprise, a touch of amusement at the unexpected connection. It seemed fate had woven a tangled web, bringing them face-to-face once again under very different circumstances as the mans eyes widened and straightened his posture.

"You know this man?" Vili asked, his voice laced with suspicion as he stepped closer. Just then, the scout spat a wad of bloodied saliva onto the ground at Vili's feet. The Jarls face hardened, his anger simmering at the blatant disrespect. But Eivor merely chuckled, a dark glint in her eyes. "My friend-" she said, her voice dangerously low, "-you cannot do that to a Jarl. It is a sentence for death, an insult we do not take lightly." With a swift movement, she grabbed the scout by his soiled tunic and slammed him against the cold stone wall. "I may have saved your land-" She growled, her face inches from his face, "-but I will not tolerate your disobedience in ours."She released him, her imposing figure looming over his cowering form.

"I-I'm... S-sorry!" he stammered, his fear palpable. "I didn't know you belonged to the Jarl Hemming- I was just following orders!" A chuckle escaped Vili and Agnar's throats, the absurdity of the situation and his comment momentarily breaking the tension. But Eivor's patience was wearing thin. The familiar twitch returned to her eyebrow as she glared at the pathetic man before her. "Speak quickly," Eivor commanded, her hand resting on her axe's hilt, impatience edging her voice. "So that I may be done with this." The man, sensing her resolve, spilled King Alfred's motives. The Wessex king sought to gain a foothold with the Picts, a surprising development Eivor and Vili hadn't anticipated.

The revelation left them pondering their next move, the scout's fate hanging in the balance. "I say we kill him." Agnar declared, his voice gruff. Vili glanced at his compatriot, silently seeking her counsel watching her look down at the frightened man, recognizing a desperate soul misled, not a hardened killer. "There is no honor in killing a man misled." She declared, her voice resonating with conviction. She unlocked the shackles binding the scout, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Hear me, friend," Eivor continued, her voice firm but not unkind. "Return to your family, knowing that the Jarl of Snottingham has shown you mercy. But remember, your next offense will be met with his raven's blade."

She drew her newly gifted axe, its gleaming edge catching the torchlight, a silent threat hanging heavy in the air. The man raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his whole body trembling. "Do not fail me again." Eivor warned, her voice echoing in the damp cell. She stepped back, allowing the man to scramble away, his footsteps fading into the darkness of the corridor. "Are you sure this is wise, Eivor?" Vili asked, his brow furrowed with concern as he watched the scout disappear. "Yes," Eivor replied confidently, her grin unwavering. "He's no fighter, and he fears me more than he fears his god." With that, she turned and left for the throne room, eager the promised mead and for such a small favor... The reward was indeed generous and one she was looking forward to.

Vili followed in her wake, his admiration growing with each step. He marveled at her ability to resolve situations swiftly and decisively- her knowledge of the lands that surround her and the people within it. She was a pillar in England and reveled in the challenge to claim it- to claim her, as his own. "How is it that took her less than a few minutes, and us days?" Agnar mused aloud, his confusion evident. Vili chuckled, his eyes lingering on Eivor's retreating figure. "Because of who she is." He replied simply, a warmth spreading through his chest.

They entered the brightly lit longhouse, the sounds of revelry washing over them and a warmth that could belly any cold. There was mead, spice, and everything nice as another night of feasting and celebration awaited. But for Vili... the true highlight would be the company of the remarkable woman who held his heart captive, a celebration of the Prince and his deadly Raven as the two spent the evening telling stories and claiming Eivor gift.

Though as the evening drew to a close, a tipsy Eivor found herself standing before the Jarl of Snottingham's bedroom door, her knuckles rapping gently against the wood in wonder of his next move against King Alfred and the Picts. "Come in-" Vili's voice called out, a hint of amusement in its tone. Eivor pushed the door open and stepped inside, only to be met with a sight that sent heat rushing to her cheeks.

Vili had just emerged from a bath, his broad chest bare and droplets of water clinging to his skin. She quickly averted her eyes, turning her back to him. "You could have told me to wait, Arse-Stick." She mumbled, her voice thick with embarrassment. The memory of their shared moment at the waterfall, not far from here flashing through her mind. She had promised herself to stay focused on the alliance, but the image of her pressed against his bare chest was stuck in her mind like stubborn sap. "I could have-" Vili replied, his voice a low rumble of thunder behind her, "but what would be the fun in that?" Eivor felt his presence approach, the warmth of his body radiating even from a distance.

Suddenly, a hand found its place against the door in front of her, trapping her between the wood and Vili's solid frame. Slowly, she turned around, her earlier embarrassment forgotten as she took in the sight of him. Caught in his gaze, Eivor's breath hitched. Her heart hammered against her ribs in a wild rhythm that matched the intensity in his eyes. She raised an eyebrow- a silent challenge even as her body hummed with a potent mix of desire and trepidation.

The thin silk tunic she wore did little to conceal the curves of her form, and the lingering scent of ale clung to her, a stark contrast to his own intoxicating aroma of fresh pine and worn leather- a scent that always calmed her, grounded her, and now- stirred something far more primal licking every inch of her nerves as their gazes locked, and Eivor knew she could no longer deny the undeniable attraction that crackled between them. "Put on clothes, Vili-" She managed too squeeze out, her voice a husky whisper.

The sound of his name on her lips, a rare occurrence, sent a thrill through them both. He arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "And what if I don't want to?" he countered, his voice a low rumble. "You are in my room, are you not?" Eivor couldn't suppress the grin that spread across her face. He was right, and the realization was both exhilarating and terrifying inn equal measure as she cleared her throat- her voice a mix of nerves and newfound boldness. "It's common courtesy, Vili." She pleaded, her voice a soft murmur as she averted her gaze.

A blush warmed her cheeks, struggling to control the frantic rhythm of her heart and with a final glance- she turned away, giving him a moment of privacy to dress. "Fine..." Vili sighed playfully, slipping his cotton pants and belt on before settling on the edge of his bed for the remainder of his garments. "Tell me, then," he prompted, curiosity lacing his voice, "What is it you came for?" Eivor remained facing away, her breath caught in her throat. Images of their time by the waterfall, of his bare skin against hers, flooded her mind blocking out his voice. The temptation to turn around, to let her desire take the reins, was almost overwhelming. But she couldn't, not yet. "Remember..." She began, her voice barely a whisper. Taking a deep breath as she turned to face him- her gaze steady and determined.

She raised a brow realizing Vili had not followed her orders, leaving himself bare chested on the edge of the beg with his tunic in hand. He leaned forward with a grin awaiting her answer- The air crackled with unspoken desires as the promise they made hung heavy between them like a pendulum. A line to never cross until their duties were complete- or until Valhalla. But given how their passions had been ignited once- Eivor knew that this night, they would burn brighter than ever before as the walls she so desperately build instant crumbled at the sight of him. Eivor moved with a deliberate grace, her desire radiating from her every step as she walked towards him- her mind faltering from the ale when she positioned herself directly in front of him, straddling his lap on the edge of the bed.

His hands found their place on her ribcage, feeling the frantic rhythm of her heart beneath his fingertips. "Curse you, Vili." She breathed, her voice husky with longing as she leaning forward and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, one knee on either side of him, her hand reaching up to cradle the base of his jaw. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine as his hands slid down her back, gripping her thighs with a possessive firmness. Her senses ignited when his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin just above the sensitive jewel he so desperately craved, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"Eivor, we..." Vili began, his voice thick with desire. "I know." She murmured, her own voice a soft moan as she shifted her weight, seeking a moment's respite from the growing heat between them. Vili pulled her closer, his lips meeting hers in one last, searing kiss when they finally parted, breathless, and flushed. He looked at her with a question in his eyes. "What was it you needed?" Eivor blinked, her mind momentarily blank. The intensity of their shared moment had swept away all thoughts of her original purpose. "To be honest, Vili," she admitted with a sheepish smile,

"I forgot."

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Dante et Virgile, William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1850

Oil on Canvas, 280.5 x 225.3 cm

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William-Adolphe Bouguereau, a prominent French academic artist, was well known for his classic and sensual style. One of his most notable works, "Dante et Virgile", depicts a scene from Dante's "Divine Comedy", where Dante is accompanied by the Roman poet Virgil through the circles of hell (this particular scene taking place in the eighth circle-- the circle for fasifiers and counterfeiters), and witness a fight between two damned souls- capocchio (the dark-haired man, being wrestled to his knees) and gianni (the man above, attacking).

Bouguereau's approach to this painting was his way of exploring the aesthetic boundaries-- his masterful approach to depicting the muscles, tendons, and teeth elaborated the intensity of the scene. The attention to detail to the anatomy, and skillful use of light and colour, of the two figures [in the foreground] excentuates the terribilita or 'horrific' style that Bouguereau never touched on again.

This painting is also a testament to his [Bouguereau's] deep knowledge of classical literature and mythology. By choosing to portray a moment from "Divine Comedy", he pays homage to one of the great classics of Western literature and expresses the complex imagery and symbolism presented in Dante's epic poem. He invites the audience to reflect on themes of sin, redemption, and the human condition through his depiction of the scene.

This painting was done as a third attempt to winning the Prix du Rome (a French award presented annually to artists, architects, and others in support of their studies in Rome). While the painting was well recieved, Bouguereau was not awarded the Prix- but later won the Prix du Rome with his piece titled Zenobia Found by Shepards on the Banks of the Araxes.

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Assassins Creed: Valhalla | One Shot

Eivor Varinsdottir x Vili Hemmingson

Twenty-Six & Counting

Summary: A year into her reign as Jarlskona, Eivor stands amidst the grandeur of Ravensthorpe, a far cry from her days as a simple raider. The convergence of dignitaries and well-wishers paints a portrait of a life she never imagined. But beneath the festive façade, a hint of melancholy lingers. For Eivor, celebrations of self have always been elusive, making this day a complex tapestry of joy and quiet introspection.

WC: 2.8k

Warnings: None. Just some fluff between our childhood sweethearts.

"Eivor!"

The orange-haired table maiden stood beside Eivor's bed, disappointment etched on her face as she rolled her eyes viewing the lifeless drengir in the deepest of sleeps, "Nine Realms," she muttered, tapping her foot impatiently but the Jarlskona remained unfazed, a warrior turned inanimate by the previous night's revelry in ale. "Eivor!" Randvi exclaimed, shoving her gently but still nothing... With a sigh, Randvi conceded defeat.

"Guess I'll handle it myself-"

She straightened her shoulders and strode from Eivor's room into the bustling hall of the longhouse already teeming with life and merriment as the arriving guests for Eivor's birthday celebration sipped on ale and snacked on the fruits of their labor. "Friends, family, allies-" She began, her voice ringing clear amidst the cheer. "Thank you for joining us on this momentous occasion. For lodging, please see Sunniva, who will guide you to your stay-"

Cheers erupted as guests from far and wide from Francia, Dublin, Isle of Sky, Vinland, and even their homeland of Norway – converged on Ravensthorpe. The city, built brick by brick, nail by nail, log by log... Instigated by Eivor and Sigurd themselves, finished by their clan that buzzed with excitement to hail her on such a glorious day for the amazing things she's done. Randvi took a deep breath and began the task of managing the influx. As morning bled into the noon, the drone of bees and birdsong filling the air. Guests huddled around fire pits all across Ravensthorpe, enjoying the afternoon before the evening feast. All the while, Randvi frantically welcomed new arrivals feeling her eyes darting towards Eivor's room every so often.

"Why is she still asleep?" She muttered in panic when a familiar voice rang out. Turning, she saw her ex-husband, Sigurd, pushing through the throng. "Have you seen Eivor?" He inquired, "King Ceowulf and Jarl Hemmingson will be here soon. She wouldn't want to miss that." He cast a proud gaze over their lively city, a reflection of his own satisfaction. "Still sleeping," Randvi confessed with a wry smile. "We may have overindulged last night..."

"We?"

Sigurd exclaimed pointing at himself as he gave Randvi the friendly reminder that it was Eivor and his ex wife that caused all commotion last night- starting with the ale house fights for their hand in marriage when it wasn't even a consideration in the first place. **'These women...'** Sigurd thought shaking his head as he heard the horns of King Ceowulf and Jarl Hemming's arrival. "Shit..." Sigurd said panning back to Eivor's room with no shuffled movements. "Wake her-Now!" Sigurd commanded as Randvi took off back to Eivor's rooms in anticipation.

"Eivor enough!"

Randvi flung through the doorway and stormed in finding the Jarlskona slumped on the edge of the bed- a groan escaping her lips as she clutched her head. "Gods above." Randvi muttered, the sight mirrored in Eivor's throbbing skull – a testament to the previous night's revelry. Even the legendary drengir couldn't resist the allure of spiced mead and ale. Randvi crossed her arms, a hint of amusement battling the urgency in her voice, "Five glorious hours, Eivor. Five. And all it took was the blaring horn of Vili Hemmingson to finally break your ale-induced slumber."

Eivor attempted to rise in her defense, but Randvi silenced her with a well-aimed tunic. "Get ready-" she declared. "Half of Europe is here to celebrate you. Make yourself… presentable, for Odin's sake." With that, Randvi swept out, leaving Eivor to her throbbing head and a growing sense of dread. The Jarlskona flopped back onto the bed, exhaustion warring with a dull ache behind her eyes. "Just let me sleep-" She mumbled, burying her face in the pillow as a hand instinctively went to her forehead. 'Wait… why is everyone here?' Then realization struck like a lightning bolt.

"Shit," she groaned, her memories flooding back. "It's my birthday."

Today was indeed her birthday- the sounds of laughter and merriment filtered through the walls, a jarring counterpoint to the turmoil simmering within her. A day that would’ve have been filled with joy, yet- a heavy weight settled in her chest casted a shadow of memories- the echo of past celebrations with her parents, their laughter and warmth... threatened to overwhelm her. Eivor reached, her fingers brushing the hilt of her hidden blade. A cold comfort and reminder of the harsh reality that had taken her parents from her. 'They wouldn't want to see me like this.' She thought turning her attention to the blank wall before her.

Pushing the weight of grief aside, she lifted her chin, a flicker of defiance in her steely gaze. Today may not be the joyous occasion it once was, but she wouldn't let the shadows win. She would celebrate, for her clan, for her Ravensthorpe, and for the memory of her parents who would have wanted her to be strong.

Clad in her clan colors, Eivor surveyed herself with a critical eye. The seafoam silk tunic felt cool and luxurious against her skin- the black belt and cotton pants in contrast to the silver strings bound together by golden beads dangling from her belt- a symbol of her jarlskona status as the servants wove matching metal through her hair. She adjusted her cuffs- the fabric brushing against her calloused fingers. "There," she murmured, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Presentable, at least."

Eivor gave a final nod to her servants, dismissing them with a silent gratitude. Alone in the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the coming celebration settling upon her. A choked whisper escaped her lips, "I miss you-" Her gaze drifted skyward, a silent plea to the gods where she imagined her parents watching. "-I only wish you were here..." Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back fiercely.

Today, she wouldn't let grief consume her.

She took a deep breath clenching her fists as a surge of determination replaced the sorrow, enabling her to leave the room. This wasn't just a celebration; it was a personal battle, a test of her strength. After all, It had been years since she last celebrated a birthday, given everything her and her clan went through. And even during those times was only accompanied by her brother and friends. This? Was a feast for their Jarlskona, their ally, their Hero of England and with a resolute stride, she walked from her bed to the war room, the pounding of her heart a war drum against her ribs when she paused behind the massive throne momentarily blocking her from view.

A flicker of doubt crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by a glint of defiance. She peeked around the corner, and the sight that took her breath away. The hall was a sea of cheering faces, a vibrant tapestry woven from her allies and friends. All of them from distant lands, here for her. Eivor's lips curved into a genuine smile, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and appreciation. It was as if a switch had been flipped. She took a step from behind the throne, then another and another. Her footsteps carried, from the metal clink of her boots, her beads and jewels- announcing her arrival hearing the hall fall silent. She scanned the room, eyes lowered with a grin and opened her warms "Welcome..." The room erupted in a thunderous, "SKAL!" as horns and helmets soared into the air- people surging forward, eager to embrace the Wolf-Kissed and begin the celebration of her birthday.

Tekla: "Aye, the mighty wolf-kissed was born this day 26 winters ago-"

Gunnar: "I was there yuh know. When she was born. Held her wee' body in my arms. Who would've known I was holding the future Jarl of Ravensclan! Ha Ha Ha"

Eivor, perched on the table and leaned forward, captivated by the rapt attention of the crowd telling tale of a youthful antics that had them roaring with laughter. The sound a balm for her weary soul. A genuine smile bloomed on her face, the first true happiness she'd felt in a long time as she suddenly heard footsteps approached from behind.

"There you are!"

Randvi exclaimed, a playful smile tugging at her lips with Sigurd trailing behind her- a hint of amusement in his eyes as he threw his arm around his sister and exclaimed, "We've been searching for you!" with a wide grin making Eivor suspicious as she raise a brow. They overlooked the crowd as Sigurd pulled her through, the buzzing civilians clapping her on the back on the way out of the longhouse taking her directly to-

"Vili??"

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Vili turned, his imposing figure accentuated against the golden sky and silhouette broader than before. Eivor's heart skipped a beat as she approached him, a grin curving on their lips. His beard, now a fuller and darker, clung to his sharp jawline with rugged charm- a richer frame to his face. Yet, it was the mischievous glint in his deep blue eyes, unchanged since their childhood, that truly stirred her. "Wolf-Kissed!" He opened his arms wide and brought her in for a bear hug, her arms wrapping snuggly around his neck that carried a tad longer than the common curtesy. She melted into his embrace, the familiar scent of pine and leather- a calming elixir and balm for her hugr.

For a moment, the world narrowed to the rhythm of their hearts. "Ahh- Happy Birthday." He sighed out, regretfully letting her down as Eivor cocked her head, her hands gently on his shoulders to get a close look at his beard. He studied her face feeling her fingers trace through the rough stubble of his jaw- her touch light and teasing. "You've let it grow," she vexed, her gaze locked on his. "My people say it makes me more striking." Vili replied, a hint of arrogance masking the vulnerability in his eyes for her approval. "Do you like it... Wolf-Kissed?" His voice was a husky purr, and Eivor felt a shiver run down her spine. She stepped back, their gazes locked, the promise of their shared secret hanging heavy in the air.

"Just reminds me of the time you wished for a beard of your own at the tender age of 12 winters..." Vili grinned, the memory painting his face with warmth as he chuckled. He recalled the sticky mess of sap and the clumps of sheep fur clinging stubbornly for days afterwards. Their laughter intertwined, a warm melody filling the crisp air. "Oh, hush now, Wolf-Kissed," He retorted, feigning offense. "That beard was a work of art! Besides-" He added with a mischievous glint, "-Winter's teeth bite deep in Snottingham, even for a Jarl. One must be..." He leaned closer, his hand gently cupping her chin, "...prepared." His whisper tickled her skin, and his eyes held hers for a stolen moment before he released her with a final wink.

"Ah so, in reality-" Eivor teased, her voice laced with playful challenge, "-you only braved the swan road to escape fickle English weather. Hardly the stuff of sagas, is it? Not like you were born amidst the howling blizzards of Norway." She folded her arms, swaying her hips with a subtle confidence that belied the suppressed grin tugging at her lips. Vili couldn't help but scoff, his cheeks warming beneath his beard. "Perhaps not," he conceded, his gaze locking with hers. "But even the fiercest drengir appreciates a warm hearth now and then- wouldn't you agree, Wolf-Kissed?"

Eivor felt a flutter in her chest at his words, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. She met his gaze, her own eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and something more. "A warm hearth... and good company-" she countered, her voice barely above a whisper. Vili stepped closer, the air between them crackling with unspoken desires. He reached out, his calloused hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Indeed," he murmured, his voice husky, "Good company is worth braving any storm for." Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. But before either could speak, Trygve's booming voice cut through the air, shattering the intimate spell. "My Lords! Your gift is ready." He declared, his enthusiasm oblivious to the charged atmosphere. Eivor blinked, reluctantly breaking the connection with Vili. "Come, wolf-kissed," He said, his voice regaining its usual playful jilt, "I have something for you."

As they approached the docks, Eivor's curiosity simmered in her like water to fire trying to withstand Vili's antics... The way he'd glanced back at her with that enticing grin, mirroring her own- only fueling her intrigue further. 'Arse-stick...' She thought with a chuckle. Her arms remaining folded as a subtle shield against the anticipation that danced in her chest as Vili strode confidently toward his sleek river steed—a longship docked among the others, awaiting its haul of gifts.

Crew members bustled about, unloading cargo, until a particularly ornate box, marked with bold strokes of blue and yellow paint, was presented directly to Vili. His grin widened, and Eivor felt a flutter in her stomach "Whats this?" She asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and anticipation, watching as Vili held the box in front of him and slowly lifted the lid. "For you, wolf-kissed." He said, his voice low and rich. Her eyes widened as he revealed the contents. It was a beautifully adorned axe. The handle was wrapped in her signature seafoam green—her clan colors—the hilt gleaming with gold, and the head was forged from pure iron with a razor-sharp steel edge.

Eivor's breath hitched. She gingerly took the axe from Vili, her fingers tracing the intricate raven etched into the grain of the weapon. Runes, symbols of power and protection- adorned the blade, their meanings a mystery she longed to unravel. She knew Vili must have spent countless hours explaining every detail to the blacksmith as a fiery warmth spread through her chest. Why would he go to such lengths for her? The question lingered in the air, unspoken but heavy with significance.

Eivor gently took the axe, her fingers grazing along the smooth cool metal of the hilt. She touched the edge, a whisper of a cut forming from even the gentlest touch as a bead of blood dripped down her finger "Deadly," She breathed, her voice hushed with awe. Vili's face bloomed into a smile that could melt glaciers as he watched her test the axe's balance, swinging it with practiced ease in an elegant dance- Pride radiated from him as his gaze fixed on the confident smile that blossomed on Eivor's face, a delicate blush coloring her cheeks with a grin wide enough to show her canines. With a final flourish, she halted abruptly, the axe coming to rest in its sheath at her belt with a satisfying click.

"I like it..."

Eivor's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and wonder. How could she ever repay him for something so meaningful, so perfectly crafted for her? Her gaze met his, and for a breathless moment, their eyes locked, the air between them thrumming with unspoken desires. Impulsively, she stepped forward, closing the distance between them. With a gentle touch, she cupped his cheek, her lips brushing against his skin in a tender kiss. "Thank you." She murmured, her voice husky with emotion.

She fell in love with the axe instantly, its beauty and power a reflection of her own strength. It was the perfect counterpart to her father's weapon, a symbol of her own legacy. "I don't know how to repay you for this, Vili." She admitted, her hand tracing the outline of the axe in its sheath. "I need only one thing from you." He said, his voice a low rumble as he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "That you get back in there-" he continued, his eyes sparkling with warmth, "-and have the feast of your life. It's not every day we turn 26."

A slow smile spread across Eivor's face. She understood now- Vili knew how she felt about grand celebrations. Birthdays were typically intimate affairs, shared with her closest confidants or not at all. This... this was different. Overwhelming, even. But Vili, in his own way, had found a remedy to sooth her hugr. '*So considerate'* She thought, her heart swelling with affection. She turned back to him, her eyes soft with gratitude.

"Come, Arse-Kisser." she teased, a playful lull returning to her voice. She reached out, her hand clasping his, and pulled him towards the longhouse, walking backwards so she could keep her eyes on him. "Let us celebrate." She declared, her voice ringing with newfound enthusiasm. She released his hand, flashing him a warm smile before disappearing into the hall together. Vili, momentarily stunned by her touch, following in her wake. The air crackled with a palpable tension, a delicious anticipation of what the night might hold. Two Jarls- childhood friends, and a simmering passion that threatened to ignite by their next touch. This was going to be a night neither of them would ever forget.

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