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[lisinfleur]

Yule’s Tide

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Author’s Notes | I hope this is a good surprise for you, love! Sorry for being late, but here it is! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, produced for Patron’s Holiday Event as a gift to @lol-haha-joke​ Words | 1589 ⁑ Warnings: Erotic content, explicit material.

Mistletoes and festoons, fruits and colored straw animals everywhere. Everything was prepared and decorated, spreading the Yule through the whole town, but not in your heart.

Your hands were spreading decorations, braiding straw animals for the children's smiles playing with the little goats you made for them. There were ribbons and dried flowers from the spring, and dried fruits you had done by yourself to serve your neighbors' tables. But there was also emptiness.

So much emptiness...

The boats had come earlier this season, but not yours. Not the one you were waiting for. Your heart wasn't heavy with sorrow nor loss for the news brought victory and you knew the half of you that was missing was alive overseas, conducting the men who stayed to stick their claim over the new lands and make the settlement solid so the others could come back and establish a base later on.

He was alive, for the sake of your relief, but far... Far away from your heart and it was hurting you.

Torvi had called you to spend the Yule nights at the Hall with your in-laws but it was too much for you to see her and Ubbe exchanging caresses when the arms that were supposed to be around you weren't anywhere to be seen.

You knew of his obligations... Yet, you wanted him here.

You would do anything to have him here. But you knew he was building his name.

Yet, it was consuming you to spend one more Yule night alone.

To be the spouse of a Viking prince wasn't easy after all. Even more, a son of Ragnar like Hvitserk was. He was charged greatness, waited to be like his father, to do something remarkable, or guide his people into glory. And you knew the path of greatness, many times, would be far away from your arms.

He never liked to leave your side, you also knew it. His hugs would always be tighter, his caresses more intense, the sex of the last night always more urgent whenever he had to leave. And he would always take longer to enter the boats than he other commanders, holding your body next to his for as long as he could before the time to go would take his warmth from your skin. But it just served to sadden your heart a little more, imagining your prince should be disappointed and sad at the camp, with his heart clenched into his chest as much as yours was crushed by the distance between the two of you.

But he was alive to be sad. He was alive to lose that Yule by your side and it was, after all, something to be celebrated. It was a reason to thank the gods for and you didn't dare to skip the proper ways to do so, preparing the Yule table with Hvitserk's favorite thematic food although it would probably go to the Hall next morning to be eaten along with the leftovers from the Yule party of your kindred.

You prepared the table carefully, not forgetting to settle the plates that should be the places for the gods you invited into a feast you would share with them alone. And you made your prayers, thanking them for the blessing of your husband's life, but daring to ask for his presence, to plead for the child you wanted so hard and still didn't come.

Spiced mead settled on your cup after pouring it for the gods, you served a small plate of food you didn't really want to eat. And without toasts or happiness, you started digging on your meal, missing the smiles and hums of satisfaction Hvitserk would always fill your ears with after a good feast like that.

It was cold outside - the winds of Winter had forced you to close your house earlier that day and maybe this was the reason why you didn't hear when someone approached until they were knocking on your door.

With a sigh, you got up from your table, abandoning the plate, thinking it could be Ubbe to reinforce Torvi's invitation for the hall you'd politely refused or to do what he had done last year, carrying you like a bag of potatoes back to the Hall, ignoring your protests just to speak with his drunken hoarse voice that his sister in law wouldn't spend the Yule alone in sadness on his watch.

You opened the door ready to say you wouldn't go this time, but your mouth didn't open. At least, not as much as your eyes.

"I didn't know... It would be this cold already..."

His voice was hoarse, he was covered in snow, shivering and fully rolled in the cloak you had done for him before his departure. But it was your Hvitserk, your prince, your beloved standing in front of your door when you thought it couldn't happen.

"Won't you call me in? It's freezing c..."

You cut his voice, jumping on his lap, embracing his neck, kissing him as tightly as you could, as if your warmth and the warm happiness of your heart were enough to expel the Winter cold from his body. And they were.

His arms embraced your waist sustaining your body suspended as you embraced his hips with your legs. His lips mashed against yours, his tongue invading your mouth, dancing with yours with the urge of the many days without you he brought with him. Your tears wetted his cheeks, but he just caressed your cheeks with his firm thumb, cleaning them at the same time he seemed to be testing if you were real or just another of his warm dreams as his touches were strong, feeling and marking your skin with that delicious thrill of his presence.

"You came, you came, my love, my prince, my heart!" your words got lost between kisses and tears and his tight embrace.

"I couldn't spend one more day without you, my love," his words were muffled against your lips, your jawline, your neck, as his kisses went down in his eagerness for your taste and your presence.

His cloak was left on the ground with the snow. The door left open and his muddy steps interrupted where his boots were left behind along with your apron.

The trail of clothes and buckles and his belts was forming itself towards your room and soon everything became warm as if it was Summer once again, with the sounds of your bed's headboard banging against the wall mixing with your moans and his muffled grunts of pleasure.

He'd never been away for so long.

You'd never felt him so touch-starved...

For hours, his fingers marked trails of shivers through your sweated skin, dragging moans from your throat and his name in a chant on your mouth. Your nails traced a map of scratches through his back he would love to feel burning in the next morning bath he intended to share with you for some more hours of you chanting pleasure like a siren for his ears.

But there was so much more than desire in his kisses, so much more than the wait for your touches. There was the love you longed so long to feel once again. The love that made Hvitserk pull your body closer to his when the pleasure was over and the two of you were down from your highs, needy to feel your skin against his for more than just the delicious sex the two of you had shared.

"You missed me too," you affirmed, caressing his hair now loose and messy as his lips were still spreading kisses through your collarbone.

"How could I not? I missed you every day and every night, my sweet princess. But the gods allowed me to come. Lady Rán guided our boat through the sea and although it was supposed to be cold and impossible to make this trip, I think her hand held our boat through the whole way, delivering us to the shore with gentle waves." he mumbled, looking at you. "She felt my need. She heard my heart begging for a chance to see you again sooner."

"She's heard my prayers for your safe return and gifted me with your presence tonight." You smiled, nuzzling your nose with his, in tender caresses.

"By the table full of good food and the trail of clothes on the way, I think you won't come to the Hall tonight, will you?" Ubbe's voice echoed from the door of your room and you giggled, not minding your nakedness under the furs.

"The gods decided to gift me tonight, brother," you said and Hvitserk giggled from his bed.

"I have a child to produce so I can call my son Jólnir and praise the gods for this Yule night!" your husband claimed, smiling at his brother. "Save some treats for me, brother! I'll be hungry tomorrow morning!"

"With all the moans I've heard from down the hill until reaching your cabin? Better save the whole feast!" Ubbe joked, leaving and closing your door behind him.

But Hvitserk just turned himself to you one more time, smiling.

"Wanna give him a symphony for the way back?" he joked and you smiled, straddling his lap.

"Let him hear us until he reaches the Hall!"

The laughs you loved so bad were back into your ears. Happiness was back into your heart once again.

That would be a wonderful Yule night, after all. And praise the gods for the blessings they poured into your life.

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