#FOSNA

[historyfiles]

Fosna-Hensbacka Culture: Fosna and Hensbacka form two regional centres for this (Fosna or Lille-Fosen is the former name for today's Kristiansund), with both locations being very similar in terms of archaeology.

[intothenoise]

Webinars I may have had something to do with.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

Hey I checked out the BDS site but every time I use it it wont load any campaigns for the United States, do they have a list somewhere else on the website for usamericans?

That’s strange! I just did it for you; here’s the list of BDS-affiliated organizations in the states that you could look into:

US Campaign for Palestinian Rights

Friends of Sabeel North America (FOSNA)

Jewish Voice for Peace

Pittsburgh BDS Coalition

American Muslims for Palestine

Democratic Socialists of America

Jews for Palestinian Right of Return

Another hack is literally just going on IG and typing your city name followed by the word Palestine. If you don’t find any local branches w these orgs (doubtful but just in case!), it’s still a guarantee that other local organizations are hosting pro-Palestine events in your city. You just kind of have to dig for them, but I’ve found multiple coalitions/orgs around me that are so mobilizing and helpful. Ik a lot of people give up bc the statewide rallies don’t take place in their cities and they don’t have the means to drive, or maybe they just don’t want to march, but there are so many ways to help not limited to that.

[xxmyhomexx]

THE DRAGON SAGA RAGNAROK: Destiny

I'm playing a new story on the Seven Hearts app, and WOW! I'm invested, and I'm so torn between Ulvar and Einar if he is a LI! I love them both!

This post contains material suitable for adult readers only. Please read with caution!

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A different forest. Not the forest Flock saved her from the draugr, a different forest she now camped in. Tsvia let out a heavy breath as winter bit into her skin the moment she exited her tent.

It'd been two days since she left the village of Fosna, where the berserkers guarded and trained the most fearsome dragons. She'd ate, trained, and made connections with the strongest and most fearsome warriors.

Oddmand took her in, treated her like a surrogate father, and the konung saw her worth. After everything, from her near death to the discoveries of Heide and her powers...she couldn't sit still anymore.

"No, Tsvia!" Oddmand had scolded her. "No matter what the shadows say, I forbid it. You are not to leave until you're READY! Do I make myself clear?!"

She couldn't sway him, no matter how hard she pleaded her case. She fought, tried to train and focus, but the desire for Dragon Island grew stronger. She didn't want to do it, but the berserkers gave her no choice. The need for the island was greater than anything, the call of Heide growing with each second.

One night, while everyone slept, Tsvia decided to act. Just like her old life, she was at it again. The girl packed, gathered her weapons, and collected as much coin as she could for her journey. The symbol on her arm glowed as she stepped into the night.

One more time, she swallowed. This is the last! The first thing she did was hide her stash in the woods. Then, with a heavy heart, headed for Oddmand's house to collect the map. Tears stung in her eyes, and her heart clenched as she thought about Fosna. Oddmand would never forgive her, but she'd leave him a note, even if it didn't help.

"Where do you think you're going?!" A harsh male voice startled her. She turned around and noticed it was the Konung's son. Ulvar's eyes flashed dangerously.

"I-"

"It is bad enough you lied to me!" Ulvar snarled. "But you're disobeying Oddmand...AGAIN?!"

He stopped in front of her, eyes betraying every emotion possible: fury, guilt, sadnes...determination? Tsvia shook her head.

"I'm not-I just-"

"You're leaving for Dragon Island," Ulvar's voice lowered. "Aren't you?"

I can't lie to him, not again. Tsvia nodded, unable to meet his harsh, demeaning grey gaze. They stood there, silence stretched into several tense minutes. Ulvar swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"You realize what's at stake, yes?" he whispered. "You can never come back from this, Tsvia. You won't be protected from the consequences."

Each word was like an arrow to the heart. Ulvar wasn't threatening her, he was stating the facts. Tsvia knew the risks, but if they understood why...no, they'd never pardon her a second time.

"I know," her voice broke. "I know."

Ulvar wetted his lips and shook his head. "Then...come with me."

She followed him to the same clearing where her stuff hid, only to stop in her tracks when she spotted not just her things, but Flock standing along with a familiar dragon. Joris shook her snout at the trio, smoke exhaling her nostrils as Flock stroked her.

"You'll need a suitable dragon, warrior," he turned around with that all knowing smile. "And a partner."

Tsvia stared, dumbfounded as Flock walked toward the pair. He untucked a roll of parchment from his left breast pocket, slapping it in Ulvar's hand.

"It's time to go," he reminded him. "Follow the directions exactly. I took care of everything."

Nodding, Ulvar started strapping his own things to his body as Joris cooed at Tsvia, nuzzling her hand. Tsvia watched as Ulvar climbed onto his back, armored like a true berserker.

"Don't protest this, Tsvia," Flock narrowed his eyes. "Ulvar's a capable warrior. You can't to do this alone."

"Why?" Tsvis frowned. "Why are you helping me?"

Flock grinned. "Consider us even. The map is yours now."

Joris growled and spread her wings around the large clearing. Ulvar tugged the reigns and whistled. "Tsvia, NOW!"

Tsvia grabbed Flock's hands and rested her forehead against his, tears cascading down her cheeks. "Thank you...thank you. Goodbye, Flock."

"Safe journeys, and many blessings."

They departed just three hours before dawn, Joris flying to put distance between the village. Ulvar and Tsvia kept to the mountains, traveling mostly in silence. Now, Joris rumbled as Tsvia walked toward her, caressing her snout and kissing her forehead.

"How are you, my lady?" she smiled. "Regal as ever."

Joris chirped as she laughed, sitting in front of the fire. Rubbing her hands together, she sighed as she leaned against the dragon, the rumbling of her stomach radiating heat. Closing her eyes, she sighed as she surrendered to nature.

The chriping of birds, the starry sky, the rustle of wind. The travel weighed heavily on her, so much even as Ulvar exited his tent. When she opened her eyes, she watched as he threw more logs into the campfire.

"We'll stay put for another day," his words were clipped. "Then we'll need to start on again."

"Ok."

Ulvar ran a hand down his face. Tsvia watched as he unhooked his knife and started to carve the small bits of wood he collected. His grey orbs were absent of emotion, absent of the truth he'd uncover about her. She was not a man, she was a woman! A woman that slept in their chambers, ate their food, and fought amongst the draugr. He...he didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry," Tsvia hoarsely apologized.

Ulvar hesitated before carving once more. He didn't look at her, his lips cast in a thin line. Joris tilted her head as Tsvia crept beside him, her eyes relaxing as she settled into a deep slumber.

"Ulvar," the girl grit her teeth. "Say something, please!"

He dismissed her with a glare. A literal gut punch. Her lip quivered as she bit down, hard enough to almost draw blood. "Say you hate me."

The knife chipping wood halted in his hands.

"I get it," Tsvia nodded. "You hate how I lied to you, but damn it, Ulvar! I paid a thousand prices for this, ok?!"

She couldn't hold back anymore. The pain, the words, the hurt, it all stumbled out of her.

"I am no saint," Tsvia confessed. "I've always been a liar...but it was to protect my loved ones! I stole, I drank, I fought! I NEEDED TO REPAY A DEBT THAT COULD HAVE GOTTEN MY BABY BROTHER KILLED!"

This time, Ulvar finally looked at her. He didn't see a young woman who wanted to fight, he didn't see a woman who wanted to be like him...he saw a woman who was a survivor.

"I gave Carson everything I had, just so he'd spare my family," she cried. "The money I make, it goes to them! The material I buy, it goes to them! Even if I have nothing, knowing they're taken care of MEANS SOMETHING!"

Unable to hold it any longer, she broke. The tears escaped her eyes faster than they'd stop.

"I didn't want you to find out like this," she sobbed. "I was going to tell you, truly I was. But then Mathias, and the raid..."

"Enough!" Ulvar commanded. Tsvia flinched, wiping her eyes.

"Do you think this makes it easy for me!?" Ulvar snapped. "Did you really think I wanted to sit back and watch you leave on your own?"

Tsvia's eyes widened. "What?"

"You stupid, stupid girl!" Ulvar sheathed his knife and dropped the carving, marching straight toward her. Grabbing her shoulders, he shook her hard.

"Did you really think you could leave without me?! After everything we've done! We trained, fought, slaughtered monsters together, and you...you wanted to leave, JUST LIKE THAT?!"

His chest heaved as he scowled at her. "You were going to leave us. You were going to leave me."

In one swift move, Ulvar clung to her like a child with his mother and father. His grip relaxed as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of pine and fur.

"I..." he gasped. "I won't let you."

"Ulvar..."

He cupped her cheeks in both palms, his eyes softening. "I'm here. If we do this, we do this together. Your mission is mine, your pain is mine, everything yours is now mine."

He hovered over her, drinking her in. Tsvia's lashes fluttered as he gazed into those icy blue eyes, the same color as the runes across her arm.

Seconds later, his lips crashed against hers in a brutal kiss that shattered reality around them. Tsvia's words muffled under his insistent mouth, teeth biting and digging into the sensitive flesh of her pink lips. Tsvia moaned, yielding to the desires of the konung's son.

Their ravenous yearning caused them to topple into the snowy bank, Tsvia landing on her back with a grunt. Joris snorted, blinking rapidly before falling back asleep. Ulvar pulled back, both panting heavily. He was straddling her, his legs locked around her hips, their faces inches apart.

A light breeze shook fluries from the trees around them, landing in the girl's hair and across her cheeks. Her face was red and flushed, her lips swollen from the force of his desires clashing with hers. He stayed quiet, letting the moment sink in. He crossed the line, a line that any warrior might do with a woman if they were bold enough.

Only, Tsvia wasn't just any woman. She was a mystery, a mystery shrouded in connection with the Aesir and the life of the berserkers. They clashed together, opposing forces suddenly mixing together with the wrath of Odin and Hel's forces combined.

When Ulvar saw Tsvia, he saw a chance. A chance at humanity, a chance at friendship joy... and love? He saw a family he never had, a genuine friend, a genuine lover. The road was more dangerous now, given the circumstances, but with her...he was ready.

"I forgave you a long time ago," he confessed softly. "And I'm sorry."

Quietly, Tsvia nodded and caressed the scar across his upper lip. What did he have to apologize for? There was nothing left. The only thing to do was move forward. Ulvar felt her fingers tangle in his hair, closing his eyes. Her breasts pushed against his chest, growing heavier with each inhale and exhale.

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale...it was a long, sweet torture. Slowly, Ulvar adjusted himself on top of her. He surveyed her body tucked under the layers of clothing she wore.

Tsvia didn't stop him. His fingers roamed over her curves, taking in what he could. Without breaking eye contact, he started to untie her breast plate. Her armor was shed, leaving her in nothing but her uniform. Helping her to her feet, he gently turned her around.

"Raise your arms," his lips brushed her ear. "Let me help you."

And she did. First to go was her belt, followed by the skirt and shirt. Layer after layer, she shrugged herself free from the barriers of clothing she wore.

Ulvar noticed the bandages wrapped around her chest. Tsvia tensed as his fingers caressed her bare shoulders, carefully unwrapping the cloth around her breasts. In minutes, he'd shed what she hid for so long.

"Hel, be damned," Ulvar's eyes widened.

Tsvia blushed. Yes?"

"You're..." Ulvar shook his head. "No."

Confused, Tsvia felt his arms wrap around her from behind.

"Some words aren't needed."

She was so caught up in the moment she almost didn't hear Ulvar shed his own clothing, or feel his fingers threading through her long, wavy hair. Flinching, Tsvia tensed. This was the first time she exposed herself in front of him.

"U-Ulvar," she bit her lip. Ulvar was just done shedding his pants as he tilted his head.

"I-I n-never..."

"You've never been with a man?" he smirked.

Tsvia shook her head.

"Well, we'll have to change that, daughter of Bory."

Swallowing, the konung's son lead her toward the pile of blankets next to the fire. A deep, orange glow illuminated the space around them. Joris slept near their tents, her deep rumbles the only thing breaking the silence.

Tsvia whimpered, her legs locking together. The flames from the fire swallowed her into an orange hue, embers dancing in Ulvar's eyes.

"Don't tense."

"I...I...," she stuttered. "I-I'm afraid."

"Don't be."

Kneeling on their makeshift bed, Tsvia shivered as one hand wrapped around her throat, lightly squeezing. She whimpered as he settled his other one across her chest.

"Relax, Tsvia."

Tsvia closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, slowly drawing it out.

"You'll feel good," he kissed the crook of her neck. "I promise."

Nodding, Tsvia surrendered as Ulvar kneaded her breasts. When he pinched and squeezed, sparks zipped down her spine, tingling through her fingers and enticing the runes on her arm to glow.

Moaning, she threw her her head back as Ulvar cascaded her collarbones and shoulders with ravenous kisses, sucking and licking the tender skin of her neck. Every inch of skin he saw, his lips left marks.

"Oooh..." Tsvia's head lulled.

"Do you like it?" Ulvar quirked a brow.

"Yes," Tsvia gasped. Her body jerked as his other hand slid across her stomach, his fingers tracing patterns all the way below her navel.

"Agh!" she arched her back. "Ulvar, no, no..."

"Hey, hey," he quieted her. "Trust me."

He spread her thighs, and her eyes snapped open like an atomic bomb exploding. Tsvia groaned as her nails dug into his thighs, leaving dents. She wriggled and writhed in his arms, the pleasure overwhelming once she surrendered.

"Oh, Gods," she whimpered. "H-hah!"

"I'm not done yet," Ulvar quirked a brow. "I'm going to take my time with you, daughter of Bory."

He bit the lobe of her ear. "And I'll relish every moment."

Tsvia yelped as her back hit the cushions, Ulvar's gaze bearing down on her. Leaning in, he kissed her once more, slow and languid. Their tongues collided, tasting one another and savoring the flavor. He bit down on her lower lip, soothing it with his tongue before sliding it back in her mouth.

He pulled back and trailed more kisses down her body. Tsvia moaned and arched her back, allowing him further access. Ulvar never shut his eyes, making sure to take in the sight of his beloved.

He made sure to shower her with compliments, locking one hand above her head while the other caressed the curves and dips of her skin.

"You're so beautiful."

Tsvia smiled. "You...you are, too."

He pulled her close and pecked at her lips. "Are you ready?"

"N-now?" she trembled. "I-I don't know."

He brushed his thumb across her swollen lips.

"If it hurts, tell me. I won't push you. We'll discover what we want together."

The euphoria of pleasure still washed over her, Tsvia nodded. Kissing her again, Ulvar wrapped one arm around her back, drawing her closer.

"One...two..."

Tsvia's mind blanked at how sharp the pain was. Her thighs clenched around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders to the point where bruising was possible. Another wave crashed over her, and tears gathered in her eyes.

"AAAGH!" her cries were mangled. "Ulvar! It...it's too much! It hurts!"

"I got you, I got you," he soothed her. "Do you want me to stop?"

Tsvia sniffled, unsure of what to do.

"Don't tense, Tsvia," he reminded her. "Shhh, shhh..."

He kissed her forehead, swiping his thumbs across her wet eyes.

"I..." Tsvia swallowed, calming down. "I'll be ok."

Breathing in, she started to relax little by little. Gradually, her mind cleared and her body molded to the unusual sensation flooding her. Pain faded into pleasure, making her wriggle beneath him.

"I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she arched her back. "Take me, konung. Please."

And that was it for him. Interlacing their fingers, Ulvar slowly picked up the pace. He fought with his might not to dominate her, to claim every inch of her. It was her first time, but if she wanted more, he'd give it.

The winter air chilled with their moans, the bite only burning their intense passion. Despite it all, Tsvia demanded more.

"Ulvar..." she groaned. "L-let me..."

She couldn't finish. The konung's son didn't need to be told twice, flipping her over on her stomach. Tsvia almost screamed.

"Is this it?"

"YES!" she shrieked. "Keep going..."

Ulvar guided her hips toward him, hovering over her.

"My little goddess wants more? Then..."

He grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head back, licking his lips with the most dangerous smile that melted Tsvia's insides.

"...allow me."

Overwhelmed by their surging passion, they were no longer gentle. Ulvar showed her what it was like to be a true berserker, the son of a clan that was beyond the Vikings. Tsvia clawed at his skin, her nails raking down his back. Ulvar left marks on her as well, red ribbons gliding across her stomach, legs, and down her back.

"I'm..." Tsvia heaved. "I'm gonna...don't hold back!"

However, Ulvar pulled away the moment it all collapsed around them. He didn't leave her unattended, helping her through it until she, too, could no longer hold on. Sweating and ragged, both of them were unable to move.

"Are..." Ulvar groaned. "Are you ok?"

"Yes..." Tsvia's tired, happy eyes fluttered. "I hope no trolls or nøkker heard us."

Ulvar wheezed with laughter. "We...we have an audience, I'm afraid."

Both of them turned toward the dragon curled in a ball. If Joris didn't hear them, she was either a deep sleeper or pretended to be. Tsvia laughed and kissed him once more.

"I...that was...wow."

"Yeah..." Ulvar agreed. "I know."

"Was..." Tsvia wet her lips. "Was I your first?"

Ulvar nodded. "Everything else was instinct."

"Ulvar..."

"Come," he urged. "Let me wash you."

In the stream, a damp towel scratched at Tsvia's sore but taught body. Ulvar dabbed at the scratches along her curves, surprised at how animalistic he'd been.

"Oh, wow," he chuckled. "I didn't know I could do that."

Tsvia eyed his body. His abs, pectorals, inches of him were covered in the same red slashes.

"Me neither!" she laughed, amazed at her own strength.

The cold started to sink in, forcing them to warm by the fire and take shelter under the dozens of blankets. Neither of them went to their respective tents, sharing one cuddling close together instead.

"Ulvar..."

"Hmmm?"

"I want this to last forever."

Ulvar tensed, his muscles rippling. Her words echoed within his mind. They weren't the exact words, but he knew what Tsvia meant.

"Aye," he whispered into her hair. "You're the only one for me, too."

He ran his fingers along the rune scar still glowing blue, its hue only now fading.

"We'll find the island," he kissed her temple. "We'll find out who you really are, Tsvia."

"What if I already am who I am?"

Ulvar pulled her on top of him. "Then I'll love the woman you continue to be."

Tsvia smiled as she laid on top of his chest, inhaling his sweet scent that helped her finally drift to sleep.

[apocalypselog]

Links:

Contact the White House (tell them to push for permanent ceasefire):

Got this from an email from a Christian organization (has several actions you can take):

[fightforthesoulofthecities]

Silence is Complicity to Genocide: A Moral Imperative to Los Angeles

Silence is Complicity to Genocide: A Moral Imperative to Los Angeles. An Interfaith Palestine Solidarity Gathering Saturday, August 10, 2024 | 9:00 AM Strategy & Soul 3546 W Martin Luther King Blvd. Los Angeles, CA 90008 Join the Friends of Sabeel North America (FOSNA) - A Christian Voice for Palestine as we gather for an interfaith call for ceasefire in Gaza. Empty calls for peace without a ceasefire and end to occupation, and the shallow words of empathy without direct action, are all under the banner of complicity. Let us join together, regardless of faith or background, and call for an end to these atrocities. #Gaza #Palestine #Interfaith

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[freyjaofthenorth]

started thinking about the scandinavian early mesolithic again

so now a scene from the northwards spread of the fosna-hensbacka culture is playing in my head, specifically from the perspective of a seal chilling on a newly thawed skerry off the glacial wasteland that is now western norway being quite confused about why this weird... bird? birds are standing upright sometimes right? yeah weird big bird somehow holding a stick has walked up to them

said weird big bird holding a stick: "...i think i like it here"

[rausule]

A Scandinavian scana_dian_fiana_ afrikaans Latyn ons 1 din stratta Chronology

Enkele hoogtepunte in die voorgeskiedenis en argeologie van die Noordelikes en die benaderde datums:

240 000 v.C.

Vroegste spore van menslike teenwoordigheid in Skandinawië.

14 000 v.C.

Eerste bekende roofoffers in heilige watermassas.

12 000-9 000 v.C.

Eerste bewys van rendierjagters se kampeerplekke in Denemarke

en suidelike Swede.

8000-4000 v.C.

Maglemose jagter kultuur in Denemarke.

8000-2000 v.C.

Fosna- en Komsa-jagterkulture in Noorweë en Swede.

6000 v.C.

Vroegste bewyse dat bote in Skandinawië gebruik is.

5000 v.C.

Vroeë kombuis-midden kultuur in Denemarke.

4300 v.C.

Vroegste Skandinawiese pottebakkery.

4200-3800 v.C.

Gemak diere gebring na Skandinawië van die

suid. Die bou van klipgrafmonumente begin.

3300 v.C.

Eerste deurgangsgrafte in Denemarke en Suid-Swede.

2800 v.C.

Toestroming van nomadiese immigrante uit Oos-Europa.

1800 v.C.

Begin van Skandinawiese Bronstydperk.

1500 v.C.

Rituele offers gaan voort, maar juweliersware, wapens en ander waardevolle items word ook in heilige waters gegooi.

500 v.C.

Begin van die Ystertydperk in Skandinawië. Opofferings het uitgebrei om gevange buit en mense in te sluit.

350 v.C.

Eerste vermelding van Noordelikes deur 'n Griekse skrywer.

98 nC

Tacitus beskryf gebruike en maniere van noordelike stamme.

[historyfiles]

Early Scandinavia: the Fosna-Hensbacka culture emerged across areas here almost as the region's earliest native culture, beaten only by the related Komsa prior to the emergence of a semi-historical Fenno-Scandinavia.

[intothenoise]

Two recent webinars focused on Gaza.

[poetic-emptiness-fanfic]

Something There

The name of this fic is from a song Something There from Beauty and the Beast.

Characters: Hande Kuura, Reidunn & Lydik - Reidunn and Lydik belong to @vikinglumberjack

The first meeting of Hande and Lydik!

No content warnings.

Words: ~4 000

Hande enjoys spring: it's that time of year when nature comes back to life after months of slumber. A smile creeps across her face while she's walking towards the marketplace, not only because of the warmth or budding flowers and leaves, but because today she will meet her best friend after a long time. Reidunn has returned from her months-long journey to Longyearbyen, so of course they had to arrange a meeting.

It doesn't take long for Hande to spot the redhead from the crowd. She starts to wave at her friend whose face turns to meet Hande's eyes. They both smile to each other and Hande takes the huldra into a warm hug.

”Dunna, welcome back! I've missed you! How was your journey? Any news from your family?”

”Takkâ, Hande! I've missed you, too! It was fine, sometimes the weather was a little stormy on my way back home, but I was happy to see my family again. They're all fine, thank you for asking! They sent their love to you – they had hoped you would come with me again.”

”I'm glad you didn't experience anything too harsh on your way home! I would've loved to come with you, but you know how it is: Nadia needs me with this mental health clinic project,” Hande chuckles before she continues, ”That's what you get when you say an idea out loud and the Countess actually ends up liking it.”

Reidunn pats her friend on the shoulder, reassuring Hande it was great, that Vesuvia is going to have an important institution thanks to her. The magician quickly brushes it off, changing the subject to Longyearbyen. The huldra decides to indulge Hande this time, and tells about all the things she's done during her stay at her childhood home. They keep sauntering the marketplace until they stop at Selasi's bakery to grab some pumpkin bread. They're sitting on a table, enjoying the warm weather and each other's company.

”So, Dunna, it seems that you haven't just come back to Vesuvia. What have you been up to, or have you just rested after the journey?”

”I've tried to rest, yes, but I also had to make some arrangements. I need to make some space to my new roommate.”

”Oh, you have a roommate now? That's so nice! How did you end up with this situation?”

”He's a friend of mine. I haven't seen him a while, but when I was at Longyearbyen, he approached me and asked if he could come with me to Vesuvia.”

”How neat! What's his name? Is he a Fosna?”

”His name is Lydik. No, he is not a Fosna. He's a fae – a Nøkken, actually.”

Hande's eyes widen and her posture becomes stiff. Reidunn has a Nøkken as a friend? One of those scary, human-eating water creatures? For all of her life, Hande has been warned about them, how they lure their victims to the water to drown them. She also knows some people in Hjalle who have lost their loved one to a Nøkken. And now there's one living in Vesuvia...

Lost in her thoughts, Hande whispers, ”Näkki maalle, minä veteen...¹”

”What is it, Hande?”

Hande turns her gaze to Reidunn, still a little absentminded, ”Oh, it's a Forestian spell, to banish a  Nøkken from water if you're going to swim.You need to throw a stone into the water while saying those words and then a creature needs to go to the shore and can't go back unless you let it return with another spell. I... Why do you have a Nøkken as a friend? They're monsters, they've only caused harm in Hjalle – I've heard too many stories of disappeared people whose steps lead to water and not back. People didn't even find their bodies to bury...”

”Oh, I'm so sorry to startle you, Hande! I forgot how that could be upsetting for you. But it isn't what you think, Lydik isn't like that! Actually, he saved my, Guivi's and Bilzi's lives when we got lost as children.”

”Oh?” Hande looks surprised, but also intrigued, ”I didn't know that could be possible. How did it happen, may I ask?”

Reidunn starts to tell about her adventure with her siblings and how Lydik had taken them under his wing. How he had showed kindness to the children by entertaining and protecting them during the night. The huldra can see her friend relaxing a little, although the magician still looks astonished.

”Wow, that really is something else,” she says, ”I've never heard of a Nøkken who has saved human lives instead of taking them. Sorry, Dunna, it seems like I judged too harshly.”

Reidunn reaches for Hande's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, ”It's okay, Hande. I should have warned you first.” The huldra seems to think for a moment and then smiles to her friend, ”If you want, we can go to my place. Lydik's there so... I've told him about you and I think it would be nice for you to meet.”

”You have?” Hande sounds surprised. She gives a little smirk for Reidunn and adds, ”I hope you've told only good things, and haven't frightened him by telling that I'm a Nøkken discriminator.”

The huldra bursts into laughter at Hande's latest remark. Reidunn is also relieved – she doesn't want to upset Hande, and it could be troublesome for Lydik if her best friend would decide to dislike Lydik without actually getting to know him. The duo raise from their seats and head to Reidunn's home.

***

Reidunn lets Hande enter first to her herbalist shop-apartment. The magician is greeted by music – fiddle music, to be exact. Hande stops in her tracks, starting to listen the sound that comes from upstairs. A melody is swaying and gentle, and has lots of short glissandos in it. The magician can hear a tuning of an instrument differs from her own violin: it sounds warmer, raspier and more ”homemade”. A shy smile rises on her face and she closes her eyes, taking in the whole experience.

Hande's friend can hear the music, too, which fills her mind with worry. Oh no, it's Thursday! Reidunn approaches the magician quickly, fearing she'll be traumatised after this incident. Before she's reached Hande she becomes a little baffled: Hande isn't walking towards upstairs. The huldra slows down and circles to meet the face of her friend. The magician's eyes are still closed, taking in the pleasant melody. Reidunn can see how Hande picks out the tune with her fingers against her thumb, like it's the fingerboard of her violin. Reidunn relaxes immediately. Phew, Hande isn't in trance. The huldra decides to wait for the song to end before she'll speak, for she doesn't want to startle her friend.

When the song ends, Hande opens her eyes and smiles at Reidunn, ”That was beautiful. How did you do it?”

Reidunn thinks for a moment before she opens her mouth, ”It was... Hande, don't freak out, but it was Lydik.”

Realization hits Hande and she feels dumbfounded. It the Nøkken is playing the fiddle, then why...

”Why am I not in trance?” Hande places her hand on her forehead, as if to feel if she has fever. The magician had no idea about this ability of hers. Reidunn seems as much surprised as her but then answers, ”I am not sure what may be the reason of this, but it seems like you're immune to Nøkkens' music.”

The magician, still a little confused, ponders out loud, ”I guess quite a few can do that – maybe it's related to families that have had magicians in their bloodline? There's nothing special about me in addition to that...”

Reidunn looks at her friend, giving her a wistful smile, ”That is a rare ability, I've never heard of anyone who is able to resist Nøkkens' playing. Not any human, at least.”

Hande isn't sure what to say – this ability of hers has taken her completely off-guard. The magician decides she doesn't have the time to muse about it too much – she will have time to think about it and ask from her family later. Now she can see the humorous side of this incident and chuckles to Reidunn, ”That kind of hospitality, eh? Trying to trick unsuspecting guests with his beautiful playing! How rude.”

The huldra looks a little confused, not sure whether her friend is joking or not. Her tail swishes nervously before she answers, ”No, Hande, it isn't a trick. I just brought a friend home. I'm sorry, it's Thursday and for some reason Lydik plays instinctively on Thursdays, and I didn't realise to warn you.”

Hande approaches her friend, hugging her lightly, ”It's okay, Dunna. I was only joking. How could you know he's playing right now? Besides, this was spontaneous visit, so Lydik doesn't know I'm here, either.”

Reidunn relaxes, her tail calming down as well. The huldra can't help but admire Hande's abilty to see humorous side of situations even soon after she has been nervous or baffled because of them. ”Would you like to meet him?” Reidunn asks with a warm smile on her face.

Hande answers her friend's smile with a smirk, ”Weeell, maybe this once. And if something goes wrong, I can always incant him inside of a water orb!”

Reidunn lets out a giggle and leads Hande to upstairs. Lydik is still playing his fiddle, apparently unaware of the company he's going to get. Hande is still a little nervous, but her curiosity is taking over – it's not every day you get an opportunity to meet a fae, after all. She waits behind Reidunn when the huldra knocks on a door that apparently leads to Lydik's room. The fiddle playing ceases and Hande hears a low grunt behind the door. Reidunn turns to Hande, ”For your information: Lydik can't speak, but I can interpret his communication to you. He understands what we are saying.” Hande nods after which Reidunn opens the door.

Lydik has put his fiddle away and turned to see the comers. Whatever Hande has expected to see, it wasn't this: a thin creature almost twice of her height with green skin, only loose pants covering his body. The Nøkken has yellow-green, wavy hair with twigs poking out of it, straight nose, elf-like ears and green, glowing eyes that reminds Hande of alligators.

A yelp, ”Ei perkele, hän on pitkä!²” escapes from the magician's mouth while she instinctively takes a step back towards the door. Her back hits the door and her brain catches up with her reactions. Don't be stupid, startling because of his height! There's nothing he could drown me with, and besides, why would he try to kill me, Reidunn's friend.

Hande's body is filled with embarrassment. ”I... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to... I... I just got a little startled of how tall you are. I don't know why, but I get this stupid inferiority complex every time I am near someone who's much taller than me...” she stutters, trying to meet the Nøkken's eyes despite of their huge height difference.

Reidunn observes the situation a little worried: she can notice how Lydik has tensed a little, probably willing to hide, and now also Hande is nervous and starting a tangent in order to hide it.

”It's not because of you, it's completely on me... I've never met a Nøkken before and half of my family has always warned me about your kind... Reidunn told me how you helped her when she was a child, I really don't have anything against you, I'm so, so sorry...” Hande continues her rambling, unable to stop the flood of words. Her mind races, like she's on the back of a kelpie, unable to get off while the creature gallops towards the water. Great, now I'm thinking of horses...The last thing I need to do now... The magician starts to wringle her hands and she wants to do is to flee the scene, but she feels like her feet are glued on the floor.

Lydik is watching this new acquaintance in confusion. He isn't sure what he's supposed to do. He can sense the woman is nervous, even a little scared, but isn't sure if it's because of him, or like she claims, because of her. He glances at Reidunn pleadingly and the huldra goes to comfort the woman, who still hasn't stopped her nervous talking.

”Hande, it's okay. Just breathe,” Reidunn says calmly while rubbing her friend's back. Her best friend's voice helps Hande calm down – she feels safe, accepted. Reidunn has always had this skill of making Hande feel comfortable, since the beginning of their friendship. She is Hande's pillar of strength, always there for her, like Hande is for Reidunn. Little by little tha magician's breathing stabilizes and she's able to collect her thoughts. It doesn't make her feel any better about her messing up, but at least she's stopped rambling.

”Well, that was awkard... I'm so sorry, I don't know why I get this nervous in new situations... It seems like I'm socially rustier than I used to be,” Hande raises her gaze to meet Lydik's eyes once again, ”Please, let me try again: My name is Hande Kuura and I'm delighted to meet you.” Hande places her right hand above her heart and bows at the Nøkken in order to greet him.

Lydik is still a little confused, but his body relaxes. He glances at Reidunn who is still by Hande's side. The huldra gives him a nod – it's okay now, even Lydik himself can sense the woman next to Reidunn has calmed down. He cocks his head, but then he gives Hande a small smile while mimicking the magician's gesture. After his greeting he pews at Hande.

The magician looks questioningly at Reidunn, not sure what that sound means. ”I think Lydik is trying to say he's also delighted to meet you. Pew is a friendly sound,” Reidunn interprets.

Hande answers to Lydik's smile. ”I heard you playing, it was beautiful,” Hande says sincerely after a moment of silence. The Nøkken's smile turns into a friendly grin, revealing his sharp teeth. The magician doesn't get startled by that, ironically enough.

”You look different than I imagined,” Hande states looking pensive.

Lydik cocks his head again. This time Hande realises he's asking a question. She thinks for a moment, but then decides she can say her thought out loud, ”Well, to be honest, I expected to meet a huge pile of alga with scary eyes,” she gestures to his direction with her hand, giving the Nøkken a bashful grin, ”This... It is a positive surprise. My expectation would have been way too creepy for me to handle.”

Lydik looks at Hande for a moment, but then he starts to chuff. This yellow-haired woman is funny indeed. His chuffing increases which creates a confused look on Hande's face. The Nøkken notices that and approaches a shelf nearby. He starts to tap some kind of rhythm onto it with his finger. Reidunn follows him carefully while Hande's confusion seems to increase.

When Lydik stops, Reidunn nods and turns to face her friend, ”Lydik used Morse code. He said that he would've thought that sharp teeth would be more creepy than some algae with eyes. He found your remark funny, by the way: that chuffing noise means he's laughing.”

Hande chuckles, surprised by the fact Lydik is laughing at her sayings. ”Morse code, you say?” the magician asks creefully, ”I need to learn that, so I can understand what you're saying.”

A realisation hits Lydik who starts to look confused once more. Still by the shelf, he starts tapping, looking at Reidunn questioningly.

”Oh yes,” Reidunn exclaims, ”Lydik asked how you're fine although he played, Hande,” the huldra turns towards Lydik before she continues, ”Well, it seems like that Hande is immune to Nøkken music. It didn't affect her at all, and Hande didn't even realise at first it was you who was playing.”

Hande nods in affirmative, ”I don't know how, but it seems like Reidunn is right about my immunity”. Lydiks turns to meet Hande's eyes. He looks like he's impressed. Once again the Nøkken taps and Reidunn interprets, ”He says: Woah, I've never met someone who could do that.”

Hande lowers her gaze to the ground, feeling embarrassed for the attention she's getting. In the hopes that Reidunn will indulge her, she tries to slightly change the direction of the discussion. ”Well, your playing did affect me, though. Like I mentioned before, it was very beautiful. I just wanted to stay and listen for a while. I play a violin myself, so it's nice to meet someone who can also do that,” she says wholeheartedly with a friendly smile on her face.

Lydik's impression brightens and he gives Hande a wide smile with some cheerful pews. He places his hands in front of him and then he draws his hands to the opposite directions in the air: his left hand upwards and right hand downwards. The Nøkken's fiddle and bow appear in his hands from thin air.

Hande smiles at Lydik looking impressed, ”That's a neat trick! I have to settle for a case and then glare at anyone who almost kicks it.”

Lydik chuffs and then gestures to his instrument, asking if Hande wants him to play again. The magician's smile softens when she replies, ”Please.”

Lydik lifts his fiddle onto his shoulder. He doesn't need to think for long what he wants to play. The song is faster than the previous one, something one would dance to. Most of the time Lydik concentrates on playing, but from time to time he glances towards the women in his room. Reidunn is swaying with the music and Hande taps the rhythm with her foot. The Nøkken notices Hande's face is lit up with a pure delight, not an empty smile what those people in trance would have. He finds it fascinating, intriguing even, and he wants to play even better because of that. Lydik really likes seeing that look on Hande's face.

After the song ends Hande starts applauding, Reidunn following suit. Lydik is confused, because he isn't sure why the women are clapping, but judging by the smiles on their faces, it is something positive. He smiles a little sheepishly and makes his instrument disappear once again.

Hande notices Lydik's confused expression and hurries to explain, ”Oh sorry, I'm so used to doing this I didn't realise it might be new to you. People start to applaud to a person if they've enjoyed their performance, usually something related to music, but it can be dancing, a speech or something like that. You really are playing well, thank you for this performance.”

Pleased with himself, Lydik grins widely to Hande. A chuckle escapes Hande's mouth, but it's a kindhearted one, so neither Lydik or Reidunn thinks anything of it. The magician seems to think for a moment, before she opens her mouth again, ”Lydik, have you made your fiddle yourself?”

The Nøkken nods in affirmative and Hande's face lits up again, ”That's wonderful! Unfortunately I can't make violins, but my uncle Paavo – he's the brother of my mother – has made mine. From what wood are your fiddle made of?”

The room is filled with Hande's questions, Lydik's tapping and Reidunn's interpreting. The atmosphere is completely relaxed which fills Reidunn with relief – she has been a little nervous when she noticed that her friends were uncomfortable, but now that they have warmed to each other, both of them are able to show their best sides which the huldra enjoys to watch. Lydik's expression grows brighter and brighter, now that he's able to talk about one of his passions with someone who actually understands the details.

After Hande has learned that Lydik has used Nøkken magic to make his fiddle waterproof she starts to wonder about differences between Nøkken and humans in general. The magician keeps eyeing Lydik curiously, trying to determine what kind of skin does the Nøkken have. Only if she could touch it... No, it's not appropriate to touch others! But what if I ask permission first? No! Hande tries her best to listen Reidunn, but she's buzzing with curiosity and it gets harder and harder to contain herself. She must know.

Before Hande can decide whether to open her mouth or keep silent, Lydik's eyes lock on hers. Ugh, he must've sensed I was ogling... She gives him a bashful smile which the Nøkken answers. Feeling a little more courageous, the magician blurts, ”Can I touch you?”

Reidunn turns to watch Hande, looking extremely surprised. Lydik's smile turns into an expression of confusion once more which causes Hande to wince. ”Ugh, sorry... That came out wrong... I meant to ask, if I can touch your skin, to try how it feels like? It seems like the texture of your skin is different from human skin... Of course you don't need to let me if you don't want to, my curiosity just took the best of me...”

Before Hande can start another ramble, Lydik holds out his arm to her, smiling encouragingly to her. Hande holds her tongue and glances at his arm, a little hesitant. ”Are you sure?” the magician asks to which Lydik only nods. Slowly Hande reaches out her right hand towards Lydik's arm. She lightly strokes his hardel with her forefinger a few times. ”I didn't expect it to be this soft,” she states absentmindedly, ”It feels like a skin of a lizard... Interesting...”

Sensing Lydik's pretty intense gaze on her, Hande becomes extremely self-conscious and lets go of Lydik's arm. The magician clears her throat and thanks Lydik for letting her inspect his skin. Then she looks like she just rememberd something and exclaims, ”How rude of me! I kept touching you like a test subject, but didn't offer the same for you. If you want, you can touch my arm.” While saying the last sentence, Hande holds her arm to Lydik in turn.

Lydik isn't quite sure what Hande meant with ”test subject”, but he touches Hande's arm, mimicking her previous movements. The magician's skin feels smooth under his fingers and only soft arm hair offers some texture to it. Lydik notices how the hair on Hande's arm rises up and her muscles tense up a little, so he stops stroking, cocking his head once again.

”Oh, it's okay. I just am not used to new acquaintances touching me,” Hande says bashfully, ”To be honest, usually I don't like being touched at all, if the person is not a close friend of mine or a family member. I was ready to make an exception because of my intrusiveness.”

Lydik is still watching Hande, feeling a little puzzled about how to response to her latest remark. He didn't feel the woman had been intrusive, she has asked permission. This has been the first time someone has asked permission to touch him before doing that, except for Reidunn. Hande has been nervous, yes, but she's also been kind and friendly to him, even though she has learned to fear his kind, if rightfully so.

Lydiks smiles at Hande and gives a clumsy pat on her shoulder with some pews. Reidunn swallows up a giggle and states, ”I think Lydik tries to say he likes you, Hande.”

Hande answers Lydik's smile. ”Thank you, Lydik,” she says sincerely, but after that her smile turns into a mischievious grin, ”I think you're okay... for a Nøkken.”

Everyone stays silent for a moment, but then Lydik starts chuffing which causes Reidunn and Hande to burst into laughter, as well. The atmosphere is full of warmth, and it looks like a magician and a Nøkken have found a friend from each other.

TRANSLATIONS:

¹ ”A Nøkken onto the ground, I into the water...”

² ”Holy shit, he's tall!”

[xxmyhomexx]

THE DRAGON SAGA RAGNAROK: The Cabin

This is a continuation of The Wedding series. This doesn't have any connection with the story itself, this girl just has an unhealthy obsession with Ulvar and Tsvia!

This post contains material suited for older readers. Please use caution!

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Joris's roar rumbled through the night as she carried Ulvar and Tsvia to the awaiting cabin. On the journey to Dragon Island, they ended up in the town of Hrafnista, home of Arngood and konung Inga. They trained with their army, fought with the soldiers, and somehow, they were married under a covenant for the town's Almighty One. From the way they spoke and worshipped, the citizens did not pray to Módi or Odin himself.

Still, Ulvar and Tsvia were eternally grateful for Inga and Arngood. Because of them, they finally had a chance of reaching the island and unlocking the answers to Tsvia's mysterious past. That would wait, however, for now the couple flew through the snowy night to a cabin promised from Inga.

"There it is!" Tsvia pointed to a patch of woods. In the distance, they could make out a thick, black mass that appeared to be a building surrounded by orange light. True to the konung's word, the couple's getaway lay beyond the forest. Joris growled as she landed in the fallen snow, leaving behind thick footprints as they climbed off her back.

The cabin was standard, black logs mounted on top of each other. Flames danced from torches lining the front door, the breeze carrying embers toward the sky. In the windows, more candles perched on the sills. Joris knelt down as Ulvar helped Tsvia climb off, catching her in his arms.

"My, my," she smirked. "This is one way to carry your wife over the threshold."

"You've seen nothing yet, girl," Ulvar growled.

"Ah, there you are!" A voice called their attention. A man wrapped in a thick cloak greeted them with a warm smile.

"Everything's ready. I was sent to welcome you in."

"Thank you, sir," Ulvar and Tsvia bowed.

"May our Lord bless you," the gentleman smiled, walking toward Joris and climbing on her back. "I'll fetch you two days from now. Goodnight, Sir Ulvar and Lady Tsvia!"

Joris chirped and took off into the night. The newly weds watched as they disappeared into the darkness, leaving them truly alone for the first time that night. Ulvar carried the girl toward the cabin, kicking the door open and closing it behind them.

Somehow, the inside reminded Tsvia of Fosna. A fireplace crackled with burning logs, with a large king-sized bed covered with various furs and blankets. A writing desk with pens and parchment was pushed to the right wall, combined with two trunks carrying their outfits for their stay. Walking toward the desk, Ulvar noticed a rolled sheet of yellowed parchment and unwrapped it.

You will find the bath attached to the back of the cabin. Everything has been replenished upon your arrival. Do not concern yourselves with training until your return. Enjoy your time together, for there is no better time like the present! ~Lady Inga

"Wow," Tsvia huffed an exhausted breath. "Everything's so beautiful."

Ulvar folded the parchment and placed it back on the desk, turning to see his wife admiring the decor. It was like they walked into the fôrung's home. The desk, the book shelf, the huge bed that he slept in. Her gut pinched at the thought of Oddmand, fear tightening her insides.

What was he doing in this moment? Hel, what were the berserkers even planning? They must have caught onto her and Ulvar's disappearance, for two soldiers and a dragon to go missing at the same time was a call to arms.

They'll never forgive us, she mused. But...our destiny's greater! Tsvia bit her lip and trembled, turning toward the fireplace. Embers danced in her icy blue eyes as she reflected on the decisions that brought her here.

"Hey," Ulvar's hot breath tickled her ear and neck as he slinked his arms around her waist, turning her around. "Are you ok?"

"Ulvar...do you...do you regret this?"

The son of Orm's eyes widened as he stared at her, grabbing her shoulders and gazing into her eyes.

"What?"

"Do you regret this?" Tsvia repeated. "All of it? Coming with me...marrying me?"

Her voice lowered in a whisper. It was a maddening question, but it ate at her heart. She dragged him into this, she made him travel with her, she and him are now stuck here because of her! Traitorous tears threatened to run down her cheeks, forcing her to close her eyes. Why, why did she do this to him? She didn't deserve him, she didn't!

"Tsvia," Ulvar's voice cracked. "How could you ask me that?"

"Look at what I've done," the girl shook her head. "If you hadn't followed me, you wouldn't have-mmmph!"

Her lamenting halted when Ulvar's mouth clamped over hers, his lips digging into hers with a fiery, burning kiss. His bride melted as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I only regret," Ulvar brushed his knuckles across her cheek. "Not wedding you sooner."

"What?" Tsvia blinked.

"I'd have forsaken my role," Ulvar repeated. "And made you my wife. It would have guaranteed your safety and Oddmand's protection. Of course..."

He stared out the window into the snowy night. "It doesn't matter anymore. My prayers have been answered, and you're now my wife. Because of you, I'm able to live again."

Tsvia blinked, too stunned to speak but no too stunned to smile. She kissed him again, slow and languid. His moans hummed low against her mouth.

"Now," Ulvar sucked her bottom lip, grazing it with his teeth.

"I believe," he kissed the base of her throat. "It's our wedding night."

Nodding, Tsvia let him turn her around toward the fireplace. Her wedding dress started to feel too hot and uncomfortable from where her husband's hands roamed, squeezing and kneading her curves, breasts and backside while his lips sucked and nipped her neck, leaving marks.

"Mmmm, Ulvar..." she moaned.

"I can't believe," he took off her headpiece, casting it aside. "You've hidden yourself for so long."

Tsvia closed her eyes as he started to untie the ribbons of her gown. Heat pooled in her stomach, threatening to explode with each passing second.

"By the gods," Ulvar breathed. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

After tugging the last bow free, the konung's son tugged the front of her dress down, exposing more of her toned body. Tsvia helped shrug it off, kicking it away followed by her shoes and earrings. Turning around, she helped him with his suit and pants. She unbottoned one button after another, bearing it all for her to see as he shed each layer. Her eyes gazed at the scar across his hand, the hand that mixed their blood together. Ulvar took her palm, the one with the same wound, and kissed the faded skin.

"Will it be a silent night?"

"N-no."

Growling, he threw her on the bed, straddling her hips. His predatory eyes reminded her of Fenrir, the terrifying wolf belonging to Loki. Yet, he did not scare her. In fact, arousal burned in her core.

Ulvar kissed her hot skin, biting and leaving marks on every inch he explored. Tsvia arched her back, moaning into his mouth.

"Remember..." he grabbed a fist full of her long waves. "In the snow?"

Blushing, his wife nodded. "How could I? Y-you animal..."

Ulvar chuckled. "Hmmm..."

A devious smirk crossed his lips as Tsvia yelped when he flipped her over. Now the girl lay on top of him, his hands firmly grasping her hips. Her face deepened in color, reality crashing around them. A woman taking charge wasn't in his cards, but for tonight, Ulvar made an exception only for her.

"Don't be shy," he encouraged her. "Show me what you want."

He rose so their foreheads touched. "Show me the animal you are, my wife."

No longer holding back, Tsvia bucked her hips, earning him a low groan. She grinned and leaned down.

"You're at my mercy now."

She licked her lips and plunged her tongue in his mouth, tasting meat, mead, and the scent of wood. Ulvar acceptef the invitation, deepening their kiss and fisting her hair. When she broke away, the runes on her arm started to glow.

"Agh!" she clutched her arm, expecting to feel an unpleasant burn. "Whoa..."

Ulvar's eyes widened when she gripped his shoulders, blinking her glowing blue orbs. She froze on top of him.

"Tsvia," her husband sat up, cupping her cheeks in the palms of his hand. "What is it?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

Blinking, her eyes returned to their normal icy shade. It was a fleeting feeling, but she could have sworn Heide's power flowed through her veins. It was not the burning sensation that made her want to claw her own arm off, it was like the magic she held was finally starting to accept her.

Both of them noticed the scar still glowed blue. Ulvar caressed it, bringing it to his lips. Pulling Tsvia with him, he started to grind beneath her.

"Make me yours," he pleaded against her lips. "I need you."

That request was her undoing. Tsvia arched her back and sank against him, eyes scrunching together. It wasn't unpleasant, but the more she shifted, it started becoming uncomfortable.

"Oooh..."

"Don't force it," Ulvar reminded her. "Take your time."

Tsvia sucked in a lung full of air, exhaled through her nostrils, and melted against his body. It was more than before, more glorious and pleasurable than their firs time. Ulvar grinned as she surrendered to his desires. She grabbed his scarred palm and pinned it above his head, kissing him fully.

"It..." she moaned. "It feels better than before."

Ulvar sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"AAUGH!" Her mangled cries carried through the cabin. "Oh, Gods, Ulvar..."

"How does it feel," he asked. "To be the one in control?"

"It-it's amazing!"

Ulvar never closed his eyes, watching her set the pace for them both. Her eyes never glowed blue again, but the scar's color never faded.

"I'm-I'm gonna..." Tsvia gasped. "Don't hold back!"

"Never," Ulvar declared. "I'm yours!"

They pulled away before they could dive over the cliff, aiding each other along the way. Slick with sweat, their heavy breathing mingled as they fell on the bed together. Tsvia trembled on top of Ulvar, her body vibrating against him. When she tried to climb off, she winced and collapsed on top of him.

"Hey," Ulvar held her close to his chest. "Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah..." she shuddered. "I-I t-think s-s-so."

"Come here."

He aided her under the covers as she took time to recover. Tsvia whimpered as she curled into a ball.

"I'm done," she declared. "I'm going to sleep."

"You pushed yourself too hard, my wife. Nearly tired me out, too."

Tsvia laughed, her body relaxing in his embrace. "Oh, like your job was much harder!"

"Are you not aware of your weight?" Ulvar groaned dramatically. "It took me forever to carry you over the damn threshold."

Tsvia slapped his shoulder and shifted her weight, grinning ear-to-ear. "I hate you."

Ulvar smiled back, staring into her eyes. They lay in comfortable silence before Tsvia bit her bottom lip.

"You know..." she twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. "I could see us living like this."

"How?"

"Traveling on a dragon, seeing the world, it doesn't sound so bad."

Ulvar assessed her question. "What about Hrafnista? We're guaranteed a home there, and Lady Inga's been so kind."

Tsvia shrugged. "I don't know. I even thought about settling on Dragon Island when we arrived...after the danger passes."

Ulvar's brows shot up in surprise. "Dragon Island?"

Tsvia winced. "...yes?"

"Out of all the places, why there?" Ulvar propped himself on his elbows. He wasn't mocking her or outright offending her. Genuine curiosity sparkled in his grey eyes, his head tilting revealing a boy with the heart of a man.

Tsvia sucked in a breath and scratched the nape of her neck.

"I'm connected to all of this, Ulvar," she sighed. "My powers, they're growing. You saw my eyes."

She cupped his cheek, stroking the scar across his upper lip. "What if the island needs a guardian? If someone is to protect it, then...what if it's supposed to be me?"

Ulvar frowned. He hadn't thought about it like that, instead focusing on the secrets of Tsvia's past. What did Heide want with her? Why was Einar after her? What did her scar have to do with Oddmand? Dragon Island was the key to all of this. He'd find out along with her, protect her and be entrusted with the greatest secrets that rivaled his father and his entire family's rule.

"We can never be certain," he finally spoke. "We've run away from Fosna, and there's no doubt the fôrung's coming after us. Our safest bet was to keep traveling, but here we are in Hrafnista, training with Lady Inga's soldiers and married."

Married. The word was still foreign, even if it didn't sound bad. All his life, Ulvar was expected to follow in his father's footsteps. Marriage wasn't promised, unless it served a greater purpose. If he were to be married, Orm was very clear that it would be for a business arrangement. His mother never married for love, and in Fosna, Frida would have found a husband amongst the soldiers.

But in Hrafnista? Marriage was still law, but it was free! Love was free, his heart was free!

"We'll cross that road when it comes," he kissed her forehead. "Right now, we sleep."

Tsvia giggled as he rolled on his side, cuddling her close to him with his head buried in the crook of her neck.

"Goodnight, Ulvar. I love you."

"I love you, too, Tsvia."

[mountain-man-cumeth]

The Huldra shows up at Muriel's hut. She extends a hand to shake her tail raised swaying gently to indicate friendlyness. "Bures, Reidunn. I am glad to know another sámi resides nearby. I am from the Fosna people specifically." She produces a canteen of Bidos stew in her other hand. "I made plenty extra, and would like to share."

kara, being cut off from his heritage when he was a child(and also the canon memory loss thing), probably won’t know what the hell is going on but he’s always happy to share a meal with friendly individuals and possibly learn about their culture!