#Eivor fanfic

[but-make-it-sapphic]

Sapphic Eivor x FemReader Fanfic

Here’s Chapter One of ‘Let’s Call It A Truce’, my sapphic fanfic for Assassin’s Creed Valhalla.

I decided to do a reader/Eivor pairing for this one and it’s been super fun. Slow burn, going for real story as opposed to quick smut. But I hope you enjoy it!

SUMMARY: You're being offered up to the Raven Clan as a peace offering after your father broke a promised oath. You're furious and you're worried what sort of life awaits you, but the powerful woman who is soon to be your ruler makes you a little more interested to find out.

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You cling to the slick stones of the cliff face with shaking fingers. Your heart hammers in your chest as you stretch upward, willing your grip to hold strong as you pull yourself higher and higher. The deafening cascade of water beside you drowns out any creeping doubts. There’s no turning back now.

 You grit your teeth against the icy spray that mists your face and soaks through your linen blouse. But you welcome the cold as your muscles burn from your efforts. Sure, you could have taken the easier route. But you want to keep yourself strong, agile. To be ready for whatever comes.

  Heaving yourself up the last few feet, you hook your arm over the top ledge to give your aching fingers a break. The rocks below look like palm-sized river pebbles now and you spit down upon them with a triumphant grin. You hope the Allfather takes notice.

 Then you hoist yourself up onto solid ground and collapse flat on your back in the gritty soil. You gaze up at the clouds. Adrenaline is pulsing through your veins, leaving an exhilaration even better than sex. But warmth pools low in your belly when you remember the latter isn’t far behind.

 A beautiful young woman, with hair as fiery as a fox and a smile just as cunning, leans into view and gazes down at you. “I’ll never understand why you can’t just take the hill.”

     What fun would that be?     you wonder with a wicked grin. You push to your feet and, still riding the high of your near-death experience, pull Agatha close against you like a starving animal. She sighs against your lips, igniting a fire within you, as your hands search her svelt body hungrily.

 “Wait,” she says breathlessly, pushing your hands away.

 “I cannot!” You confess with a laugh. It’s been too long, and you’ve been looking forward to this all morning!

 A gentle moan escapes her as your hand grazes the inside of her thigh, but still she grabs your wrists in a strong grip that only makes you burn hotter. “Just…wait. I have news that might change your mind.”

 “Then I don’t want to hear it,” you protest!

 But the look in Agatha’s eyes sobers you. She has something she needs to say and there’s no point in arguing it. So you draw in a deep breath to calm yourself and gently straighten Agatha’s dress that you so eagerly wrenched from her shoulder.

 She smiles—grateful, because she knows how difficult that must have been for you—and motions toward a blanket that lay in the grass nearby. With a reluctant groan, you drop yourself upon it. You pick up an apple and take a chomp out of its tart flesh. Anything for a distraction. Agatha delicately kneels beside you, her spine stiff and her head held high. “The way a lady should sit,” she’d often remind you. Since you both met, this woman has affectionately teased you about your lack of proper manners. But you don’t mind your more informal ways. You know that’s one of the things she likes most about you.

 “I also…have news,” you admit. Though you don’t believe it’s worth interrupting your fun for.

 “You go first.”

 You roll your eyes toward the sky. “Me? I’ve got to know what was so important that you couldn’t—”

 Agatha squeezes your thigh with a playful smile. “Come now! You’ve got me curious.”

 You take another vicious bite of the apple, your gaze steadily locked with hers. Agatha is toying with you now. So you chew slowly, drawing out the silence. Two can play that game.

 “Another clan has arrived from Norway,” you say finally. “They’ve settled nearby.”

 All traces of humor leach from Agatha’s face. “What? Like you or…?”

     Like you    , you laugh to yourself. It was true, though. Your clan is a poor example of the “fearsome heathens” the people of England speak about in hushed, terrified whispers. Your father brought you from the frozen coast of Norway to the greener shores of England when you were only ten years old. At first, he was a jarl whose name struck fear into the surrounding villages. But he quickly realized it was much easier to get what he wanted through trade and carefully forged alliances. And all he wanted was fertile land and some peace and quiet.

 You widen your eyes for effect. “Not from the way Father speaks about them.      The Raven Clan.     I think he’s afraid of them, honestly. Called them barbarians.”

 “Has he warned the other villages?”

 “You know he doesn’t tell me anything,” you say with a shrug. “All I know, I overheard. What’s your news?”

 But Agatha had paled. Her eyes darted back and forth across the treeline as thought these barbarians might come bursting forth at any moment. You follow her gaze, the thought finally occurring to you at that same moment. Like an idiot, you left your weapon at the bottom of the falls.

 “I’m getting married,” Agatha whispers.

 You gasp. A bit of apple catches in your throat and you choke. “You’re…what—”

 “Chew it, you fool!” she scolds.

 “I know how to eat, thank you! You’re getting…what? The water’s so loud, I’m not sure I…”

 You’re lying, of course. Buying time for your heart to return to its normal rhythm. Agatha is only twenty-one! Surely, she’s got plenty of time to toy with suitors before running off and getting…

 “Married! I’m getting married!”

 A heavy weight settles on your chest. Heat spreads across your cheeks and you can’t tell if you’re angry or hurt or…jealous? You toss the apple into the grass, your appetite spoiled.

 “My father owes a debt he can’t repay,” she says quietly, a hint of shame in her voice. “They’ve come to an agreement that I…could fulfill it.”

 “You can’t be serious, Agatha!” you growl, pushing yourself to your knees to loom over her. The heat of fury now spreads through your chest. Agatha isn’t just some currency to be passed around!

 She reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. I’m one of the lucky ones. He’s not a bad man.”

 “Lucky?” you ask breathlessly. Your head feels light, dizzy. “How lucky can it be to be sold off like swine?”

 Agatha is clearly wounded by your words, but she works her best to hide it. “It’s not…uncommon. Though I dislike being referred to as swine, darling.”

 “I’ll never understand this ridiculous practice. And you call us uncultured!”

 Agatha sucks in a breath. “Your people have done so much worse! Don’t pretend that just because your father is a peaceful man that your people aren’t pillaging, raping, and murdering mostly for the fun of it!”

 You settle back on the blanket with a heavy sigh. And what had started as a beautiful morning…

 “You’re not a swine, Agatha. And you’re not currency.” You reach forward to place a gentle hand on her jaw, guiding her forward until your lips meet in a kiss. “You are…everything.”

 She smiles. But you quickly notice that it doesn’t reach her eyes. Your heart plummets unto your gut as she pushes to her feet and begins to dust off her skirts.

 “Where are you—”

 “Goodbye, (y/n),” she says simply. “I hope you find that adventure you’ve been craving. And…I’ll pray for you.”

 She doesn’t even allow you a moment to respond. Agatha turns on her heel, mounts her horse, and disappears through the break in the trees. You watch, breathless and heartbroken, until you can no longer hear the mare’s retreating hooves. How wild is the world that, in just a moment, someone you’ve been in love with for two years could just disappear? That they could just get up and walk out on you? You can’t cry. You can’t scream. You can barely breathe.

 You’re not sure how long it took you to get home. You walked in a trance, your breath shallow and your eyes swollen from the unavoidable tears. Torchlight guides you into your family’s longhouse. You collapse flat onto a bench by a banquet table and stare up at the rafters in the ceiling. Your thoughts are too jumbled to sort.

 “I broke my oath, Helge! That’s unforgivable!” Your father’s muffled voice rings out through the hall.

 You blink for the first time in what feels like hours. Curiosity piqued, you push yourself up to sit, but your mother’s response is too quiet to make out. So you creep around the tables and over the raised platform where your family dines, and settle against the wall beside the door that separated your parents’ private chamber.

 “Offer them silver, as much as it takes. We have livestock, weapons…” your mother says.

 “It won’t be enough to sate Sigurd Styrbjornsson! He’s the worst of them all, I tell you. He’ll loose my head from my shoulders before the feast is even laid. And if he doesn’t, then he intends to make our lives here unbearable.”

 “We still have warriors…”

 “Who haven’t seen battle in how many years? No, Helge, we could never defeat them! I have to offer something grand…something invaluable.”

 Your father’s tone sends a cold shiver down your spine. He sounds horrified by his own thoughts.

 “What do you have in mind, Erik?” your mother asks suspiciously.

 “A truce offering. The most valuable thing to me in this village. I have to offer (y/n).”

 Your mother gasps in horror. You slide to the floor. Your breath comes in short gasps as you clench your fists by your sides. Angry tears spring from your eyes and you curse the overwhelming emotions inherited from your mother. You refuse to be offered up like some coveted object! And you’ll make your father regret ever considering it.

 You jump to your feet and stalk off toward your bed chamber. If you are going to get out of this, then you need to come up with a plan that would make you completely undesirable—even to a disgusting, soulless barbarian.

Read Chapter Two here!

[inquisitor-of-hearts]

Stories of A Norse Daughter (6)

Eivor Varinsdóttir, Eivor & Valka

Little mid-story fics, mainly focused on Eivor.

Subtle spoilers for the main story.

Rating: Teen/Gen

Word Count: 926

“Here you are, Eivor. Soup to warm your soul.”

Eivor nodded in a thanking manner towards Valka who handed her the bowl that seemed all too familiar. An aftertaste she could not forget. She raised it to her lips, then stopped for a moment and lowered it again, her eyes probing the other woman.

“It doesn’t taste like death this time?”

“That I can promise. Unless you want to insult my cooking skills.”

Her hand raised the bowl to her lips, but she stopped again, contemplative in the very same fashion.

“You didn’t spit in it?”

“Would that be so terrible?”

Eivor’s eyes widened for a moment and Valka laughed.

“Rest assured I didn’t.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. I’ve already had your saliva in me. I just don’t want to be part of some sacred dark ritual that I don’t know anything of.”

“Oh” Valka concluded in a curious manner, “Now you are giving me interesting ideas.”

“Don’t”

“I can’t help but think about it now” Valka chuckled.

“And here I thought between the two of us you were the wiser one.”

Valka shook her head as Eivor finally started drinking the broth, her face showing signs of approvement.

“I do not match you, Wise One. You probably know that very well.”

Eivor looked thoughtful, her gaze drawn from Valka into empty space.

“You want me to talk about my visions” she concluded.

“Not if you don’t want to” Valka reassured her.

“I don’t mind” Eivor spoke quickly. “Just sometimes I wonder what’s real and what’s not. These visions seem so real, so familiar. And then when I see something like it in real life, I wonder how it connects. Which one is true and which one is not.”

Valka shifted in her seat next to Eivor, the evening sun shining into the little hut from outside but the wooden facade keeping both of them shielded in the shadows.

“Both are real. You know these are glimpses into previous lives.”

“Yeah, you told me” Eivor confirmed, “It just feels all too mingled with the present sometimes.”

“The present is connected to the past, but when you make yourself aware of your surroundings, you will understand there is only one present. However, the past and present are also one.”

“Now you are speaking in riddles”

“It’s not easy to explain, Eivor. A past is within you and in a greater sense, the way you travel to your visions and experience them is all connected and part of the present you.”

“So you’re saying those visions of the past I see are also part of my current self?”

“In a way, yes. In a greater sense. We cannot explain these connections with words though.”

Eivor took a sip from the warm broth again, quietly watching Valka.

”I saw your mother in one of my visions. Almost didn't recognize her.” Eivor spoke somewhat reluctantly.

“What visions were those?” Valka blinked, her curiosity suddenly awoken.

“I--” Eivor shook her head softly, “No, now that I remember, it must have been a dream. A nice one, but a dream nonetheless.”

“What kind of dream?” Valka’s curiosity did not subside.

“We were in Valhalla. All of us. Your mother, my parents, Sigurd. And Sigurd had his arm. We feasted and fought. We were all that we were meant to be.”

“That sounds like a beautiful dream.”

“But it was just that. A dream. And it kept repeating. In the end it felt unfulfilling.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know” Eivor looked down, contemplating. “Probably because I felt I hadn’t really achieved it.”

“You are very virtuous and responsible, Eivor. Even in your dreams you think of the people you need to protect and the ones you think you might have failed to protect. I know that is a burden on your mind.”

“It is. But it just did not feel deserved.”

“Perhaps you could have seen it just as a rest. A beautiful dream.”

Eivor shook her head.

“No, not that one. I don’t want to trick myself into believing the things that happened did not happen. But I know one day I will truly be in Valhalla.”

Valka nodded raising her hand to her chin while lost in her own thinking.

“Could it be some part of you still resists this peace within you?”

Eivor shook her head.

“I think I just don’t want to rest as long as I know I am alive and can make the best of it. I don’t want to be stuck in a fantasy of Valhalla that ends abruptly and that is never truly that.”

Valka nodded.

“Your conscience knew. And it would not give you rest.”

Eivor sighed.

“That’s what you get for being a good person. Reminding yourself of the miserable things that happened and being stuck with it.”

“That is a good thing, Eivor. It is part of why everyone respects you. You are a realist, a doer, not merely a dreamer.”

“I’d like to dream more sometimes, too.” Eivor smiled. “Thank you, Valka. You are always offering such great support. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Don’t mention it. You do so much for us. And I believe you deserve to give yourself a little more time to rest and truly dream. Perhaps the thoughts of what you want to dream of are still developing.”

“You might be right.” Eivor concluded, “I want to dream of a future for all of us, but not in Valhalla.”

“If anyone can dream of it and make it real, then it’s you.”

[vastseamind]

I swear to the Gods I will search Karlach x Reader and all the comes up is Astrion. It’s honestly fucking infuriating because I don’t want to read about him. I could be one thing if there was just a scarcity of fic with her (which there is,) but the fact that every single time I search it, he comes up. This either leads me to believe that people are idiotic and can’t tag correctly or that tumblr is just fucking me and hates wlw content. 

She’s also not the only character that this happens to. I’ve noticed it happens a lot when it specifically comes to wlw content that is centralized around, not fem presenting characters. Almost every assassin‘s creed, character thats a woman or Abby Anderson (TLOU2) Dani Rojas (Far Cry 6) and so on when it comes to buff women. It’s honestly draining.

Anyways, there’s the rant, haters will be blocked ✌🏽

Tag your shit correctly

That’s means y’all that put x Reader then add a name. THAT’S UR FUCKING OC BABE, TAG IT AS SUCH YOUR RUINING THE VIBE! REALLY SHOULD NOT BE HARD!

[ass-ass-ins-creed]

when your loved ones are like “hey you’re finally not playing video games all day on your days off” and you’re like “well you see, that is because i am spending all day reading fanfics about characters from said video games all day on my days off”

[cowpokemythology]

be the change you want to see in the world..

(i say to myself as i open up a doc to write fic about a criminally underrated character)

[theewicked]

Wet & Warm

The warm water slid against your skin as you adjusted your legs, the bathroom filled with steam that closed tight around your body and mind, making you melt into the bubbles. Your thoughts drifted back to your wife, who was on her way back from work. Your lovely, charming wife, who last time you called, didn’t sound so pleased.

Her clients were always giving her grief, it was the type of people they typically were. She was a lawyer specialising in business, therefore the people she worked with thought little about the way they spoke towards her, and what they demanded from her. Eivor was no slight woman though, with toned muscles, icy blue eyes, and a towering height, she could put her clients into place when the situation called for it.

Though even that didn’t save her sanity sometimes.

A car pulled up in your drive, the smooth sound of it quiet and recognisable, immediately grabbing your attention. Keys jingled faintly as they turned in the front door, and soon enough Eivor shouting as for your whereabouts. “I’m in the bathroom!” You shouted back, anticipating seeing your wife again. Even though you two had been together for a while, she always managed to make you get butterflies. It was a comfortable feeling though, so different from the anxiety you got as a teenager.

The doorknob twisted and Eivor slipped into the bathroom, the sight of her making your breath catch in your throat. A black suit hugged her muscled body, the fabric of her jacket tailored perfectly to her face waist and arms, teasing her gorgeous body. The first few buttons of her white shirt were undone, divulging a pale, sculpted chest; skin that was was familiar to your hands and mouth. Eivor’s flaxen hair was done in a neat braid that had swept itself over her broad shoulder. Oh how badly you wanted to run your fingers through the soft strands.

Blue eyes softened as they landed on your figure, pretty pink mouth tugging up in a little smile. “I’ve missed you.” Eivor whispered, and started walking towards the bathtub your body resided in. You followed her every move, tracking her powerful legs as they ate up the distance between the doorway and the tub.

“I missed you too, I hope your clients didn’t cause too much damage to your psyche.” A soft laugh left your mouth as Eivor groaned, kneeling beside the tub and taking off her jacket in a swift manoeuvre. You licked your lips at the sight of her tight silk shirt, and at the way it clinged to her small breasts and firm muscles. Eivor rolled up the sleeves of her shirt to her elbows and rested her forearms on the edge of the tub before bringing her face towards yours.

Her lips met yours in a slow, sweet embrace that had you bringing your hands to cup her face. Your fingers traced her beautiful cheekbones and strong, straight nose. Eivor seemed to melt into your touch as she started leaning towards you, arms leaving the lip of the tub in favour of wrapping themselves around the small of your back. The kiss got deeper and more passionate, tongues entered and swept across each other in familiar but forever electrifying movements.

When the two of you pulled away to catch breaths, you looked down to see Eivor’s shirt completely drenched from being dipped in the high water of the bath. It clung to her abs and teased you with the sheerness of the material, making you rub your legs together under the water. Before you could pull yourself out of the trance your wife body had bewitched you in, the lady in question had moved her arms down from your back to the back of your thighs, and had hoisted you up from the water.

You yelped out in surprise, but Eivor was quick to quieten you with a more forceful kiss than her previous ones. The feel of her tongue dominating yours had your hips grinding down onto her waist where your legs were wrapped. Eivor moved her hands up to grip your ass as she walked through the hallway and into your shared bedroom. She placed your wet body down onto the neatly made bed with reverence and wasted no time in removing her soaked shirt and kneeling between your spread legs.

The warm light the multiple candles you lit before entering the bath provided you with the perfect light to admire Eivor’s damp torso, the muscles of it strong and full of temptation. You sat up and reached to remove the plain bra she wore before you even willed yourself to, and quickly her gorgeous breasts were on display for your eyes only. The soft peaks of them were highlighted by the sweet light filling the room, and you couldn’t help but lean towards them and pull one of her rosy nipples into your mouth.

The sound Eivor made was one of pure sin that had wetness dripping onto the mattress beneath you, and as you swirled your tongue around the hardening bud, her hands came up to free your hair from whatever protection you held it in against the bath water. “I’ve been thinking about this all day” Eivor moaned as her fingers quickly found the strands before tugging on them, not gently, but not as forceful as she could be either. Suddenly Eivor pulled your head away from her breast, her keen eyes watching the strand of saliva that connected your mouth to her nipple as she pulled you further away.

Eivor’s hands moved from your hair down to your bare shoulders, pushing gently until your back hit the mattress. She stood up quickly, removing the bottom half of clothes and exhibiting her thick, powerful thighs. Your hungry eyes trailed upwards and landed on the honey-blonde hair that covered the place you so desperately wanted to touch, taste, and feel. Eivor tracked your eyes and laughed quietly, rolling her eyes and coming towards you to kneel in font of you once more. Her body lowered down as she started to place gentle kisses on your lower stomach, before moving up to kiss and suck at the underside of your breast.

A shuddery gasp tore from your throat, and your hands found her strong shoulders to squeeze and caress. You could feel her smirk against your soft flesh, and you gripped the sides of her face in an attempt to pull her up. You heard a sound of frustration press against your skin before Eivor’s sculpted arms swept up in a flash and restrained you. Her long fingers wrapped around your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Be a good girl for me baby.” She said the words against your skin accompanied by a long lick that came to swirl around your nipple. Eivor’s thigh came to rest between your legs and you started to grind your cunt against the hard muscle. A whimper left your mouth at the friction her leg gave to your swollen clit. Eivor fully wrapped her mouth around your nipple, sucking and biting at the hard bud. One of her hands came down to trace the contours of your waist before gently rubbing your clit.

Your back arched off the bed and your hips jutted up in desperation. Eivor seemed to have got the message as she removed her last hand from your wrists. Her body moved down on the bed and she pulled your thighs to rest on her shoulders, the broadness spreading them wide for her.

Ravenous eyes glazed over when they saw you laid out just in front of them. Eivor licked her lips, pink tongue darting out and making them glisten. She pressed the muscle flat against your folds, spreading them and making a pathetic mewl escape from your lips. She groaned into your pussy and squeezed the flesh of your thighs, no doubt creating little marks that you would wake up to.

Eivor’s tongue was relentless as it lapped up your juices like they were the last thing on earth. Her plump lips came up to suck on your swollen, needy clit. The action had you wrapping your thighs around Eivor’s head and pulling at her miraculously still intact braid. She groaned into your cunt, sending syrupy vibrations up your core that had wetness spilling out of you and down your ass cheeks. Eivor devoured every last bit happily, sliding her tongue down in zigzag motions towards your hole. All of a sudden she pressed the long muscle into you, curling it upwards and rubbing it against that spot that had you moaning loudly.

Suddenly, Eivor sat up, the loss of contact in your weeping cunt making you shiver. Her large hands came and pushed against the backs of your thighs, making your legs touch your belly. She braced a tattooed, toned forearm against them both and dove back down for more. Her free hand slid up your sweaty torso, squeezing at your breasts as they passed them. Eivor’s two middle fingers came and pressed against your wet, swollen lips, demanding entrance. You obliged immediately, too lost in the sensations her expert tongue was giving you. Her long fingers slid into your mouth, the length of them hitting the back of your throat and making you gag slightly.

Her icy eyes looked up at you, and you could barely see the colour of them, her pupils blown so wide in pleasure. They were glazed over, every one of her senses lost in the pleasure she received from giving to you. The sight of her head between your thighs wretched a long, deep-throated moan from you, and you bit down hard on Eivor’s fingers.

She pulled them out of your mouth and removed her forearm from your thighs, letting your legs straighten out. Eivor pulled back entirely, the action having you furrowing your brows in confusion, a plea on the tip of your tongue. She spat on your swollen pussy, reaching a hand down to rub at your ass cheek. Before you knew it, she had grabbed your hip with that same hand and had flipped you over onto your hands and knees.

Shock reverberated through your system, and you could feel your nectar leaking down the lengths of your thighs. Eivor made a sound of pure pleasure as she lent down to lick a stripe up the back of each of your thighs, catching the wetness in her mouth. The gentleness of her tongue against your hot skin sent shivers down your spine as you awaited her next move.

The two very same fingers that had beet wetted in your mouth previously were shoved into you, Eivor’s palm angling downwards to rub against your poor clit with every thrust. The sound of your wet cunt pressing into her hand had you gripped the messy bedsheets in front of you with all the strength you could muster. You felt her dewy breath on your pussy before her lips sucked on your clit once again, the new angle making you more sensitive. Her fingers were moving in tandem with her mouth, and you soon felt your orgasm pool in your stomach. You clenched around Eivor, her fingers scraping your quivering walls just right. With each thrust, your mewls turned into moans, and those moans got louder and louder.

“That’s it baby, come for me.” Eivor said the words against your messy cunt, and you could barely form a reply before your pussy walls clenched a vice grip around her fingers. Your head fell forward, landing in the softness of the mattress as you screamed into it. Eivor slowed her movements to give you time to come down from your high, still licking long stripes up and down your cunt.

Sweat dripped from your forehead as you pulled yourself back up onto your hands.

You needed to taste her, to fill your mouth with the sweet ambrosia that was no doubt dripping onto the duvet.

What a waste.

Before Eivor could process it, you had turned yourself around and grabbed her face. You pulled her lips to yours, hers opening beneath gladly. Eivor’s mouth tasted of you, and the heady flavour reminded of what you set out to do. You put both of your hands on her broad shoulders, turning the two of you around so that she was where you were on the bed, and vice-versa. Her beautiful eyes were curious as they watched you sink down her body, kissing, suckling, and biting as you went. The muscle was hard beneath your mouth, but the skin so soft against your tongue.

The muscle trailed down her abs, tracing the dips between and leaving wetness in its wake. You nosed the pretty dark blonde hair your mouth found eventually, hands coming down to spread her strong thighs, finding wetness dribbling down them. Your mouth watered at the feeling. Eivor let out a long exhale and pulled her plump bottom lip between her teeth.

You restrained yourself, wanted to prolong this experience: It wasn’t often that Eivor let you do this, her preferring to be the one to give pleasure. You looked up to see her watching you intently, blue eyes half-lidded and breaths deep. Her high cheekbones were dusted with a honeyed pink, and her blonde braid was mussed, some soft pieces escaping and framing her face. Eivor’s small breasts moved up and down with her breaths, and you moved further down her body, positioning yourself.

The weight of her leg was heavy on your back as you threw one over your shoulder and stared down at your wife. Her pink, needy clit stared back at you, hole weeping pure sweetness and just begging to be stimulated.

Of course you obliged.

Your nose moved down to inhale her sweet, familiar scent before your mouth descended upon her. You twirled your tongue around her clit and her large hands came to grip your head instinctively. A little noise tore from the back of her throat, and the sound of it had you pulling her little bud into your mouth and sucking on it. Your hands trailed themselves down to grip her soft ass as you spread her pussy further for yourself. Fingers came and entered themselves into Eivor’s cunt, the warmth and tightness of her so familiar and so Eivor. You couldn’t get enough. You thrusted into her hard, fingers rubbing against her wet walls that parted so nicely for you.

Her voice got higher and higher, something so unlike Eivor, but you were so glad she trusted you enough to share this side of herself with you. Precious nectar poured out of her, and you made it your mission to savour every last drop. Her walls clenched around your fingers, and her hands tightened in your hair. Eivor’s movements had you groaning into her cunt.

Her voice grew in pitch, and soon enough her pussy fluttered around your fingers in movements so strong you could feel them in her clit. Eivor wailed softly as you slowed your movements to bring her back from wherever she had ascended to. You looked back up to see tears streaming down her precious face, and a smile adorning her lips. You placed one little kiss against her clit before pulling yourself up to touch your lips against hers. This time it was slower, more savouring the tastes of you two marrying together.

Legs came to straddle her torso, and Eivor sat up, causing your cunt to press against her lower abs. A soft gasp left your lips while her powerful arms came to wrap around your frame. Her tongue stroked yours and you soon found yourself grinding against Eivor.

“Think you can take another one, Love?” She whispered the words against your mouth, accentuating them by pulling your bottom lip into her mouth and sucking. Your cunt was too wet to decline.

“Yeah. Please.” The two words were ones of desperation and want. Eivor’s hands came down to rest on your hips and they kneaded the flesh there before moving them back and forth. Your clit scraped against the dips and valleys of Eivor’s abdomen, and the sensation had you gasping into the kiss. You moved your head to rest on her pale muscular should, gently kissing the skin there as you let warmth overtake your being.

You felt your climax approach quickly, your cunt so sensitive thanks to prior stimulation. “There’s a good girl.” Eivor’s encouraging words had you jutting your hips faster and harder. You bit down onto her shoulder as your thighs started to shake, pleasure running up and down them like an electrical current.

Wetness poured from you, and ecstasy flowed though your veins and wracked your bones. A long, deep moan came from your mouth, muffled by Eivor’s shoulder. Her hands tenderly caressed your hips before coming to pull your face up. She kissed you sweetly, both of you smiling into the movement.

Eivor stood up, pulling you with her and wrapping your legs around her waist once again. She moved quickly through the hallway and you moved your hands to cup her warm face.

She stepped into the now lukewarm water of your bath, and you both laughed at the temperature shock.

[theunsinkablesappho]

The Saga of the Wolf-Kissed

It is done! All chapters updated. And it only took me 3.6 years haha.

Well, I hope the last two chapters live up to the first 20 chapters.

[sorentymn]

Wolf Song

Rúna a sellsword unknowingly aids a criminal league hunted by the Raven Clan, setting off cascading events leading to love, loss and war.

Series Masterlist

Chapter I. Blood

Chapter II. The chase

Chapter III. Fornburg

Chapter IV. Mouse

Chapter V. Hunting

Chapter VI.

Chapter VII.

Chapter VIII.

[wez-star]

masterlist

if you're a MALE (or minor) leave.

I will only write x fem! Reader

Most stories will be smutt

[thou-babbling-brook]

assassin’s creed fans are wild because I just read a fic yesterday that had an accompanying BIBLIOGRAPHY in proper MLA format. nobody works harder than y’all fr fr.

[but-make-it-sapphic]

  Eivor climbs to her feet with the poise of a prowling wolf. You have to raise your chin just to meet her eye. She’s unlike any woman you've ever met. And Gunnar wasn’t kidding! Her arms are wrapped in chiseled muscle, marked by scars and more tattoos than you can count in the moment. A fresh wound by her shoulder still bleeds through its bandage.

 When she speaks your name, her voice is low and rasping. It tingles the nerves at the nape of your neck.

Read more on AO3.

[inquisitor-of-hearts]

Stories of a Norse Daughter (5)

Eivor Varinsdóttir, Eivor & Kassandra (slightly hinted Eivor/Kassandra but not really)

Little mid-story fics, mainly focused on Eivor.

Rating: Teen/Gen

Word Count: 552

“Eivor, you don’t even flinch when you draw your bow and get hit”

“What?” Eivor asked Kassandra who had just approached her at the little camp she had made and was having an early afternoon drink at, nearby a little festival at a town not far off.

“You don’t flinch”

“Why would I?” The woman asked genuinely clueless.

“When you’re hit!” Kassandra explained again, “By the Gods, are you drunk already?”

“Absolutely--” she held back a burp with her hand, making it close to inaudible, “--not. Especially not if Basim is asking”

“Oh Eivor, you are--”

“The most charismatic woman you’ve ever met?” the Norse woman asked with a delusional and smug smile, “I hear that a lot.”

“Terrible.” Kassandra continued. “Terrible was what I was going to say.”

“Terribly good you mean”

“No, just terrible.” the Greek woman insisted.

“Suit yourself” Eivor concluded, taking generous sips from her mug, a wooden trinket she had acquired during her travels through England.

Soundlessly, only the rustling of her armour to be heard, Kassandra planted herself next to the other woman in the grass.

“How do you do it?”

“How do I do what?”

“Argh damn it” Kassandra sighed, then spoke more clearly, “How do you keep yourself from flinching?”

“Special training. Lots of training.”

Kassandra probed her with her gaze but Eivor only looked over to her briefly, barely turning her head, then smirked.

“You wouldn’t be able to pull it off.” she scoffed with a sinister chuckle past her lips.

“Hey” the Greek woman commanded, “You don’t know me. Maybe I could. Maybe you could hit me and I wouldn’t even flinch. If I knew how you did it.”

“Oh you want me to train you?” Now that had gotten Eivor’s attention and she looked over to her. “You expect me to hit you while you draw your bow?”

“Yes” Kassandra responded overly eager, but her eyes widened when she realized what she had said, “I mean… there must be something to it, right?”

“Other than a high tolerance to pain you mean?”

“Oh…” She looked a little disappointed, her dark eyes wandering off. “Is that all it is?”

“And you wonder why I’m drinking?” the Norse woman probed with half a smirk.

“But-- you look so elegant. Your eyes are so fixed on the bow-- the precision, your sharp gaze-- you--” Kassandra looked back to Eivor only to see that typical smirk, something between flirty and all-knowing, and it took her breath away. In turn the other woman handed her the mug she was holding.

“Here. Try this first.”

“Ah-- I--” Kassandra stuttered a little, then nodded and took it, drinking.

They sat there quietly for a moment when Kassandra looked over to Eivor, then, somewhat confused back to the horizon.

“Hey”

“Yes?” Kassandra cleared her throat after her voice came out a little weakened.

“You… You weren’t flirting with me, were you?” Eivor checked.

“No. No.” Kassandra spoke determined, her lip adorned with that light quiver that sometimes appeared when she joked or exaggerated. “Of course not.”

“So you just want to know how I’m not flinching, huh.”

“Yeah. Just that.” Kassandra concluded in a sober tone, staring straight ahead.

Eivor looked over to her and waited until Kassandra finally returned her gaze. As their gazes met, Eivor smiled sincerely.

[iinafarawaygalaxii]

Assassins Creed: Valhalla | Freyja’s Promise

Disenchanted: Chapter 3

Summary: The Legend has risen- but to a different world than the one she knew before. Marking the beginning of a prophecy she still fails to comprehend as her entire world flips upside down- unleashing its tantalizing fury.

Warnings: 18+, Blood, Gore, Angst, Death, Fluff, SFW

WC: 5.6k

Notes:

Bacraut - Asshole

Assassins Creed Valhalla | Eivor Varinsdottir x Vili Hemmingston

She opened her eyes to the bright sunlight, hearing birds chirp on the windowsill in complete taciturnity. It was the most peaceful locus she had woken up in a long time as she slowly sat up feeling a warm ping on her shoulder. She looked down to assess the damage trying to pull herself out of a fog that rested heavily on her shoulders, forcing her eyes wide with surprise when she saw that her wound had scarred- almost completely. She traced her fingers across the ungodly site she's now cursed with for the rest of her life, raising even more questions about the culprit and if he had been caught when she pressed down with a wince to check for a pain response. Though it wasn't nearly as painful compared to the beginning- But the question remained still...

How could she have healed this quickly?

The last thing she remembered was clutching onto Vili when he carried her throughout Jorvik... embarrassingly enough as that is- Everything else was a blank from there. No memory or sensation since then... Not even a dream. She reached for her head in confusion, recognizing that what was once braided, was not. "What...", She whispered to herself, seeing her tattered black hair flow over her shoulders. 'Hmm...Interesting', she thought. Reaching for the back of her head and felt knots that were in need of attention- No doubt from the amount of time she had been laying there; her first clue, as she got up in hopes of finding a thrall to draw her bath and was quickly blessed with one standing in the doorway.

*CRASHHH*

The servant stood still in shock, dropping a vase of water on the ground- a look she assumes will get in abundance given her reaction alone. "Jarlskona...-", The woman whispered, placing a hand above her heart, "You've... You've woken!", She declared happily as Eivor pointed out that she was indeed and was in need of cleansing. "Mention nothing-", the Raven demanded sending the servant off to grab the other women to draw her a bath of roses pedals and lavender salts that did not take long to procure.

And by the time she had stretched herself and de-robed, the bath was already filled and steaming with a hardiness that was far more than just alluring- it was sought after. She checked the temperature with a grin before delving in and submerging into a blanket of alleviation for the tender muscles that plagued her. And after a moments rest, the thralls had scrubbed her clean from head to toe- humming old nordic songs from her fathers age that was soothing and welcoming. To know they would be in such a good mood over her simply waking up... Warmed her heart but flustered her curiosity further, leading her to ask unfiltered questions in search of personal respite. "Tell me how long has it been?", The Jarlskona asked, sinking into the warmth of the tub for some much needed relief. "About what my Lady?", one of the women brushing Eivor's hair leaned down to listen, smiling warmly. The raven peeked over her shoulder with a raised brow and a smirk, watching the thrall with intent-

"How long have I been sleeping?"

She met with no response. Only looked over to the other thralls who's heads were low- avoiding eye contact as much as possible- their smiles completely vanished from sight. "What?", The raven cawed, sitting up in the tub to gain at least someones attention. "My Lady, I think it is best if you speak with the high lords." One mentioned, bowing low to the legend before them out of respect and shame. Eivor cocked her head slightly in confusion narrowing her eyes as she contemplated their behavior, "I shall then...", she responded not wanting to press further- given their positions. A law she wishes to expel from these lands, one day. Although, they were being awfully suspicious for a simple answer, leading her to believe it must've been longer than she thought.

They continued caring for Eivor, cleaning and sanitizing her wound, washed and brushed her hair, cutting her nails- bringing her back to a semi standard that felt like a breath of fresh air after the long sleep she's had and after an hour of soaking- and perpetual thinking, the thralls had finished braided her hair it in a usual fashion. Threading the golden beads throughout her locks as they prepared her clothes for the new day- "Thank you. Now leave-", Eivor commanded as they scurried off to spread the news- unhinged.

It wasn't difficult to get changed on her own but she was indeed sore. After dressing herself in a black silk tunic and pants, strapping on her brown belt and boots for extra measure, she made her way downstairs in a hurry- excited to see those she longed to speak to. After all she needed to know what happened and once she got to the base of the stairs, she overheard a heated debate between the chieftains of England making her pause-

Randvi: "-No that inadvisable. Northumbrias cave systems run deep, I say we send a scouts and a cartographer to map the magma tunnels and find our way to invade there."

Tewdwr: "Its just too risky Randvi, if they get caught the picts will have the maps before we do. Which will be dangerous in the long run for all of us-"

She backed against the wall at the last step, 'An invasion?', she thought, chiming into the discourse of the ton and continued to listen before she made her entrance, trying understand the position they are in.

Stowe: "No matter what... We need eyes if we are going to invade. Instead of the tunnels we should send the scouts into enemy territory over the mountain pass and have them find out what they can."

Erke: "I agree with Stowe we need reconnaissance before we take action"

Sigurd: "And if the scouts get caught?"

Broder: "They wont..."

Sigurd: "How can you be so sure?"

Broder: "Cause' the picts only have one target in mind and thats Eivor and England. If we send our raiders from Snottingham and Sciropscire up to the northern regions, we can get information quickly without being spotted by their forces... which are littered across Northumbrian territory.

Sigurd: "Broder, that would leave the southern territories of Northumbria AND Mercia defenseless, why in the 9 realms would we do that-?"

The room fell eerily silent as suspicion grew across their faces seeing Broder nervous and nearly sweating under the guise of certainty. Eivor took note, peaking around the corner when she saw the lords circle the man like a pack of lions defending its territory. It was so unlike him to be so strung, leading her to deeper questions about the East Anglian ally she did not wish to contemplate. She frowned when the pit of her stomach grew darker- feeling a tentative qualm beseech her mind as she watched everything unfold;

Stowe: "You seem to know a lot about their motive Broder. Care to explain where you're getting this information from?"

Erke: "Yes- and why pull all our raiders to a singular area? That would be foolish considering their mass of warriors."

Broder: "Are you accusing me of treason?"

Sigurd: "Should we?"

Broder: "How dare you..."

Axes were now in hand ready to jump when someone flinches, forcing the hall silent that indicated Eivor's need to jump in. She strode up to the table raising one hand while placing the other of Erke's weapon, "Stow away your axes. This isn't the time for petty battles...", Everyones eyes went wide as their mouths fell remained silent. People who were working, stopped to gawk at the Jarlskona before them- awake and in the flesh. Her pale skin represented the hell she had been through, and hollowed bones from lack of nutrition- showing how long she had been sleeping.

"E-Eivor...?"

Sigurd questioned bringing her in for a hug. "When did you wake?", He held his sister close, checking for any signs of distress when his hand pulled her shirt down to check the wound. "Im fine Sigurd...", she gently captured his hand from delving any further. Checking back with the ton and presented herself to them, "Tell me- what has happened since we last spoke? My wound is healed which makes me think I've been out for some time...", She looked around to everyone for an answer- all whom were still shocked that she was even awake- remaining silent

"Eivor, you've been out for 3 whole weeks... A lot had happened since that day-"

Randvi chimed as they all circled around trying to contain their excitement for her return given the link of events thats happened since her slumber. "You have no idea how good it is to see you Wolf-Kissed. A relief at best-", Broder came and placed a hand on her lower back forcing the raven to sneer and shrug him off. She now carried the same suspicion as her peers, folding her arms in disappointment and questioned his motives;

"Broder, before I came down, I overheard your strategy in the campaign against the picts. Now, I may have just woken up, but I am no fool. Suggesting to pull all our raiders to one area is imprudent and you know that- in any given situation like this-", she panned her hand over the map, showing what little allied totems they have against the pict masses in the north that vastly outweighed the limit of their own.

"-Especially after what happened to Soma which shows me you have not learned your lesson from the battle as I have..."

She glared back to him watching his brows furrow with discontent. He tilted his head a bit not knowing how to respond when he glanced down and peered back at her, "What are you insinuating, Mighty Raven?", he questioned, withdrawing himself to hear her wreathed speech in resistance against him, despite his... fondness for her. She tapped on the map and asked, "Insinuating? No... This is a warning-", she stepped up to the drengir, checking him from head to toe, "...For what-", he murmured with a scowl, feeling her swiftly adjust his cape with two quick tugs.

"To tread carefully. You never know who may stab you in the back-"

She looked at her shoulder and back to him before turning her attention back to the lords and chieftains and began to dive into the real questions. "Now... Tell me everything-", she said with her hands sprawled across the table watching Broder take his leave back to camp and no one stopped him. For the man had darker things in play that the legend has already snared. She nodded off the side for one of Vili's scouts to tag him and watch his movements feeling her trust begin to dwindle as the troubled man looked back before he left with maliciousness. "I hate to sympathize but he gets more and more apprehensive about all of this as time goes on. This is the best choice- at least for now...", Randvi stated looking back to Eivor as they watched the scout disappear into the crowds and begin his mission, "Yes, Alefgar had once warned us of such treachery- a wise man from a pack of fools. By the way, where is the Saxon Eldorman? I must speak with him-",

The lords all looked to each other introspectively when grave looks befell their faces and continued to explain how Alefgar had passed away in a scrimmage for information with a group of elite drengir who failed to save him before it was too late. The news was breaking but only got worse after finding out Halfdan had passed away from his illness and named Vili Hemmingston the crown.

Her mouth dropped-

Though it wasn't too much of a surprise, since this was something they were all prepared for. She just didn't imagine it would happen so quick and without her presence becoming almost too* overbearing to hear as Erke and Stowe continued to explain that the picts are planning an invasion in one months time and with how little resource's Jorvik has and the kingdom of Northumbria as a whole, couldn't agree on what to do going forward- losing time and energy towards their efforts.

"Here- the letter..."

Eivor grasped the parchment intently and read the words, 'The Wolf must die to save us from Ragnarok- Alimina has spoken; Find the Kissed one- and cast her bleeding heart into the ocean.' , Eivor's eyes closed, crushing the parchment in her fist. "Alimina....", She growled under her breath, finally knowing the name responsible for her scar and the damage done to her people. "When the time comes to strike her down- she is mine.", The raven burned the letter over a candle and held it up to watch it crisp into dust. "And who has knowledge of this?" She asked looking ovre the ton who weere hree to day as stowe camee up and grimly murmured,

"Everyone-"

She looked to her friends and family who were diplomacy torn. Each displaying different levels of energy airing on the side of fatigue when she looked back at the war table and analyzed the plans before her. It truly was too much to hear, feeling her heart protrude out of her chest for the loss of allies in her slumber and this shitty situation ahead of them- ahead of her that she had no clue what to begin with. A piece of her hugr hated itself and her vulnerability for putting them in this position, instantly thinking about Vili and his role in all of this that made her first growing concern to question about allies.

"Has Vili contacted King Ceowulf or Guthrum?"

The leaders looked to each other in distress. Having to relive their failures in her absence but relieved to hear her thoughts about reclaiming them. They gathered apprehensively folding their arms as they broke discouraging news, "Guthrum is dead Eivor... Lady Aselthswith took back East Anglia and Mercian boarders hamlets. King Ceowulf is here and being received by Vili as we speak...-", Eivor's heart began to pick up, seeing the father of a boy she had just saw in the afterlife no long ago- making her readjust her cape to let in more air as she cleared her throat-

"A shame... Its only a matter of time before Alimina, her Picts, and Aselthswith make their move. What is your strategy?"

The room remained silent all looking to Sigurd who forgot to divulge critical information about the Mercian Kings arrival. "We need to tell her-", Stowe said rubbing his forehead in distress and turned around unable to contain such a secret from her, "It needs to come from the King, not-", "Tell me what?", Eivor asked cutting her brother off while placing a hand on his shoulder, unnerved that he was holding secrets again- despite everything they have faced thus far and the things that are inquired to happen. "Do not hide things from me brother...", she murmured, tightening her grip to remind him of their promise long ago after their discovery of the Isu. "Sister... I-"

"Wolf-Kissed?"

She turned around and saw Vili at the entrance of the hall. Everyone heavily anticipating their meeting just as much as she did- now finally having the chance to seek the answers she needs from the 'King' himself. Eivor slowly released her hand from her brothers shoulders and started pacing cautiously towards him. "Arse-Stick?", She tipped her head a little, seeing a golden crown sit heavily above his brow and guessed he has been treated well given his new appearance that sent unnatural shivers down her spine. She felt her skin raise with bumps in tandem with her nervousness that slowly continued to elevate each step he took.

They made him clothes fit for a king.

A white silk tunic and finely woven cotton pants with brown, gold plated, boots. His armor was new and shiny, matching the gilded pattern throughout his fit as the straps that carried his bronze hammers was no doubt made from the finest leather they could seek. She could see how it was carefully threaded throughout his body for maximum efficiency to carry extra weapons. It was charming how his white wolf cape fit over his broad shoulders, bound together by a golden wolf pin, flowing just perfectly enough to get a full view of his body. She could feel her face flush, returning color where there was none as the crowds witnessed Vili's chest begin to rise- almost swearing they could see his eyes weld from excitement, sadness, worry and relief...

'Is that really her?'

He kept repeating to himself, inching closer to her. He raised a brow checking her state; Despite just waking, looked weary- fatigued even, making his mind race of all the things he needed to do to get her better before the dawn of battle. That was... until he saw her cheeks flush. He cocked his head with a grin unable to tell what she was thinking though the blush laid idle to ears spoke enough for itself as he picked up his speed watching Eivor do that same.

It was so unlike her to cause a scene like this, enough to make Sigurd and Randvi look to each other curiously- watching the two come into a full embrace. A firm, tight hug that carried- bewildered those who were watching. A sigh of relief escaped both their lips with a chuckle as Vili's hand dropped to her lower back to bring her in closer. "When...", He whispered in her ear still locked in arms forcing his grip tighter when he realized this was actually her in the flesh- awake in his arms."Not... long...", He gripped harder making Eivor's chest seize, "Vili...I... cant- Bre-", before he quickly let go, forcing Eivor to hunch over and catch her breath while reaching for his chest for balance.

"I see you're in good health..."

She responded with a cough, hearing them both chuckle. She stood back up after a moment and she took a second to look around seeing everyone watch them intently, he face began to flush again, closing in on the king to keep the conversation between them. "I need to speak to you... privately-", Eivor leaned into whisper, slightly embarrassed from their oversight, since her goal was to keep emotional attachments at a minimum and to present themselves as such without spectacle. "I was just thinking the same...", Vili muttered keeping the tone whilst leading her back upstairs to his room. "Stay here, all of you. Ceowulf will be here in a moment. He is speaking with Trygve about provisions-", He announced before following his comrade up the stairs, seeing Sigurd nod to the King to deliver the 'secret news' everyone was keeping.

Though things didn't go well, as planned.

The moment they had privacy he brought her back in for a hug. "You should've came to me when you woke...-", He said taking a step back before offering a seat on the bed with him. She took him up, of course, sitting close to her best friend with her elbows on her knees. "A king huh?", She asked looking over to see a crown sit boldly on top of his head. "There wasn't much time. We're.... in a state of emergency now-", He sighed, releasing the tension and stress thats been cooped up before reliving his failures again. "Between the Alimina, picts invading and Aselthswith... Were losing ground, resources, and time... Im kinda glad you're here Wolf-Kissed. We're in need of that thick skull of yours-", He flicked her head and received a push to the shoulder as they both chuckled before Eivor noticed a change in his demeanor.

She could sense his tension- His stress.

Placing a gently hand on his thigh to recapture his attention, forcing him to gaze upon her. "Halfdan wouldn't have chosen you if he knew you couldn't do it... Just like your father", She stood up placing herself in his frontal view. "Besides, you have all of Northumbria at your side... and me, Jarlskona of Ravenclans- of course.", kneeling in front of him to kiss the top of one of his hands, swearing her fealty to him- unbridled. "Im yours to command... my King-", She looked up to him with alluring eyes watching him begin to unravel, relax, and ready to take advantage of his kingliness.

A snide grin rose on his face grabbing her chin to bring her in closer. "I never thought I would see the day...", He whispered gazing at her lips before making eye contact watching her roll her own, "You only get it once, don't push your luck Arse- sti-oo", He brought her up for a kiss, shocking her still as she took it in, melding into him as if it were the first taste of a craving she had longed for. 'You cant', she thought to herself trying to find the will to let go that was fleeting every second that had passed. The pent up energy they both carried went a step too far when he lifted her onto him, hearing the crown fall from his head and roll on the floor. The heavy metal coming down with a clank that made him pause,

"Its King now-",

He said falling back onto the bed with her on top. "You'll always be an Arse-Stick to me...", She purred sitting back up to place a hand on his chest to keep him in place. A part of her didn't want to pursue this, especially with greater things ahead of them but the tension they've held in since they saw each other... Since that night- was bursting, uncontrolled and has been growing feral since their time in Snottingham forcing the childhood friends to re-examine their relationship.

His hand reached up to her cheek- testing the waters in sound of his heart beat pounding against his chest. His blood now pumping enough to be felt in between her legs, hot and throbbing against her core. She rolled her hips just once feeling his hand slither to her waist and up her naval- wanting her to move again.

"I told you it was a dragons tail...",

She rolled her eyes, interlinking their fingers with his as he rolled over on top- to be in control. "Eivor... theres something I need to tell you-", he changed his demeanor. The moment quickly dowsed like water to fire, as the young raven's eyebrow raised wondering what news could take precedent over... well this, "Then speak in plain words-", She exclaimed waiting to hear what everyones been so eager to tell as she watched his face sour.

He sat up, forcing Eivor to follow suit- using her elbows to prop herself up to listen as Vili cleared his throat and readjusted himself. "Eivor, Ceowulf is here for only one thing and its to pass the crown-", She immediately knew where this was going not wanting to take part while planning a quick escape outside the castle-longhouse. "-No", She said frankly- dead in his eye as if no question couldn't be more disappointing. "Eivor you didn't even hear the re-",

"I said no-"

She exclaimed yet again as she tried to escape their position but was pinned down by the king himself. Though he knew he was testing her patience, given she complied without struggle- her brow fire now more immense than before when he heard her laugh off the awkwardness and avoid eye contact. It was when she stopped she panned back to him with a menacing look, "Tread carefully, Vili Hemmingston-", She said calmly, awaiting the 'kings' answer as he let go and continued to straddle her;

Vili: "You wont like what I have to say Wolf-Kissed. So please... please just, be calm and listen to me-"

Eivor: "Begging doesn't suit you, your majesty."

Vili: "I wouldn't have to if the queen of stubbornness would LISTEN-!"

Eivor: "...."

Vili: "Do I have your attention?"

Eivor: "...."

Vili: *Sigh*, "You don't have to rule Mercia alone. You've already been named heir when you woke from deep sleep- everyone approves of it even the civilians. Now you're here, awake, with a crown to accept and a kingdom to protect.... But you don't have to do it alone. By contingency Sigurd became Jarl of Ravensclan and offered your hand to the King of Northumbria to solidify- whoaa!"

She pushed him off in rage.

The anger that was building with each word he spoke struck in her core, making it explode. Her anger lead her downstairs to confront Sigurd herself. Being inconsolable and bringing the rage of Helheim with her as her footsteps and Vili's voice commanding her to 'stop' was heard from below. "Well she knows now....", Randvi states, staring at the ceiling above with the tap of her foot knowing that Eivor would react this way. "You should've waited until she woke...", the table maiden continued, folding her arms at her ex who stated it was whats best for their clan and England.

"Well you're about to find whats best, Sigurd-",

She responded to the Ravensclan Jarl as Eivor emerged from the staircase in haste. She strode up to Sigurd, eyes pinned on her target like a predator catching its prey and punched him in the face with vigor- forcing the leaders to peel her off him. "HOW DARE YOU SIGURD! Pass me off like I'm some sort of cattle to be sold!", She tried to reach for him again but was pulled back by members of their clan. Randvi instantly stood in the middle trying to calm both parties as Sigurd decided to make things worse by announcing his intentions unwillingly. "I AM THE JARL OF RAVENSCLAN NOW, I DECIDE OUR FUTURE!-", Sigurd exclaimed forcing Eivor to growl and launch forward. "BACRAUT! THAT IS NOT YOUR DECISION TO MAKE", She screamed back, ready to fight to the death as King Ceowulf himself came and hooked his arms around Eivor to restrain her from further harm.

"You, now...-"

He ordered knowing she wouldn't dare hurt him in any way, shape, or form given their tight bond over his son who passed not long ago. "-Don't make me wait...-", He commanded sternly, bringing Eivor up and pushing her towards the kings stage. "Leaders of Mercian and Northumbrian territories are the only ones permitted to stay. Everyone else leave. Now-", The hall thinned as Eivor was found pacing back and fourth on the stage with Vili off to the side next to Ceowulf and the others. "I thought you said you could handle this-", The old king leaned in to whisper, "I didn't think she would react this way...-", Vili muttered disappointedly as he watched Eivor try her best to calm herself.

To be clear...

It wasn't that she didn't want to be queen. It was the fact that both Vili and her brother knew just how much she hated the idea of marriage and the things that come after. Much more- decisions being made about her life without her knowledge or consent which made everything even worse. 'Just sprinkle in a little prophecy and set the world on fire while they're at it', She thought plagued by poor decisions made on her behalf when she took a deep breath trying to sooth her hugr. Nevertheless, Sigurd always has a way of reigniting flames as he sat at the edge of a table facing towards the kings stage, watching his little sister unravel.

"You! Are the most- STUBBORN....- WOMAN! In existence! Just shut the hell up and LISTEN!",

Sigurd exclaimed holding a frozen pork chop against the eye she so desperately bruised. She stopped pacing seeing her inner peace fade as the rage came back willing to bruise his other eye to match as she prepared herself to launch at him again only to be caught by Vili this time. A huge mistake... Because she really... really, did not want to be touched. She launched for the King who dodged the attack.

"Wolff-Kisseddd...",

He exclaimed hesitantly, holding his hands out against her while trying to coax her out of a fight he already knew was coming. The Kings guard began to close in until Vili ordered them to stop, watching the Raven ready to strike as she got closer- backing him into a wall. "And you...? You knew this plan all along- yet..? You saw it fit to keep me guessing...-", she launched and they began fighting.

Each attempted punch was met with a dodge and every kick captured and let go. His main offensive was defensive- letting her run out of energy before re-approaching the topic. "You-", He dodge a punch to the face trying to speak through her rage but was still unwilling, "-didn't let me finish- whoa!", He exclaimed missing a close call to the chest as he escaped her attack area to gain some distance.

At this point everyone except Ceowulf was off the stage watching an oath be broken over and over again with each punch she tried to lay- attacking a King on his home ground. Thee equivalent of treason. Though everyone knew that it was deeper than that. Which made most turn a blind eye because at the end of the day... No one means more to them in the world than each other. Though they would never admit it publicly watching the raven attack its host.

"Shut up and fight me!",

She yelled, kicking up high but ended up dodging before he captured her leg and pushed into her till they were both on the floor. He decided to use his brute strength as a man to pin her down as he did above, straddling her with struggle but finally had an opening to lock her down by pinning her hands above her head with one hand and capturing her jaw with the other. "EIVOR STOP!", He yelled in pant, stunning her into place like a scolded puppy- ready to receive its punishment.

"-The idea was given but I ordered for it be YOUR decision!", He took a moment to catch his breath peering down with a fury she had not seen from him. "-Sigurd agreed to wait until we knew how you felt but kept the offer... which I accepted-", She was still frowning but squirmed no longer. Only stared at the man before her thinking about the big mistake she made because of her hot temper and inability to keep it contained. He let go of her wrist as she relaxed her arms, laying quietly to listen.

"Wolf...- Eivor... This reality we are facing? Is very much real and very much dangerous." He sneered, "You...you've been out for a while and a lot has happened- more than you can comprehend. But now? Is NOT the time to fight but rather time strategize our next move to protect OUR people.", He slowly stood up, hovering before her as she laid on the ground in confusion and anger- sadness and relief. "-If you don't want to unite the kingdom then fine... but at least help me protect it and its people..."

Nothing hurt worse that seeing his pleading eyes begging for her cooperation. A look she had never seen from him before, making her wonder why she would react so harshly without more information. She needed time to think and organize her thoughts as he continued, "All I ask is for your support, Eivor. Everything else can come later- under your discretion...", He held his arm out to her as everyone witnessed Eivor lay in debate trying to determine the best move.

Things would never be the same if she said yes. Their entire relationship would change- their whole dynamic. Not to mention... What would he expect from her, the people? This was too much at once with too little time boggling her mind in ways she could not comprehend- Especially since both Mercia and Northumbria are in a state of emergency and her life is in immediate danger.

Either way, she is set to be the Queen of Mercia. That much she will accept- regardless of what comes in the future and needed to get her affairs in order. She took his arm, lifting her back on her feet as she captured him by the chest pushing him against the war table till their bodies were touching. He used his hands to support himself, feeling her shake down to the bone which spoke to how furious she was about the overwhelming amount of information she received not long after waking- wanting space more than time as she let go of him slowly, seeing a single tear travel down her cheek.

"The die is cast then...",

She growled in anguish. The rage she had still present, but dormant enough to walk away. She nodded to him and king Ceowulf before taking her leave outside the castle-longhouse and calling for Aseir to take her outside of the walls and far from this retched place. It was only moments before Broder showed his face, hearing the ruckus from the ale house close by. He steps carried forcing Vili's attention as the Northumbrian king readjusted his cape to face him.

"She doesn't deserve someone like you...",

Broder exclaimed walking up to Vili and King Ceowulf with a horn in hand. Vili turned to face him angrily, still suspicious about his behavior since the time their saga began there in Jorvik and asked, "And that supposed to mean?", Vili had little patience feeling his brows furrow the closer the east Anglian man got, watching set him place his horn on the war table and opened his arms for all to hear,

"The Wolf-Kissed cant be tamed, especially with something as foolish as marriage... This- we all know. But what really matters is your casual remarks towards her that only blinds her from her true path- To glory...-" Broder placed himself face to face with the king. "-You should stay out of her way and let the raven do what she does best...", The man wreaked of ale making Vili growl and push him back slowly, "And whats that?", seeing Broder scoff and remove his hand from his chest, reaching for his axe showing Vili the stained silver and exclaimed-

"War"

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[ass-ass-ins-creed]

I don’t want to go to work tomorrow, I want to stay home and write fanfic

[reiverreturns]

so you’re telling me eivor “you could have wisdom! glory! power! what more do you need?” “everything else” varinsdottir really decided to leave england on a whim but went out of her way to say goodbye to:

aelfred (rat bastard)

guthrum (yawn)

harald (great hair less than 30 seconds screentime in the original game)

and she wouldn’t travel to say goodbye to:

valdis, oswald, and broder who lost a brother fighting to rescue sigurd from fulke

ljufvina, who has always been a firm friend and sacrificed so much fighting under eivor’s banner

stowe and erke, a perpetual reminder to her that what is good and what is right don’t always align

vili, the man who knows her heart as she knows his, her longest and often-closest friend

ceolbert, a man who left this world too soon but left such a mark on eivor that she would visit his grave and mourn him long after he was gone

are you really telling me that ubi. with a straight face. in this economy.

[blusthings]

Read my fic pls is enemies to lovers and I actually really like it c: