#I also don’t draw Tyr enough I really do love him

[thydonutart]

Winters in Midgard; Little Heimdall vs. Tyr in a snowman competition ⛄️ ❄️

[mahoganyrust]

@frosti-moon “Both of them wearing (mostly) historically accurate Norse clothes? I love seeing how different artists design those.”

I may have gone overboard…messy in some places but that’s bc I was impatient to draw the frost idfk-

Here we have Chief Hiccup and Winter Spirit Jack

Nice throwback to my God of War days for inspo. Hiccup’s a bit of a mix of Kratos/Odin/Tyr while Jack is a mix of Baldur/Freya + Pandora from the old games.

I swear to all that is good, if someone calls him Jokul Frosti one more time I’m gonna rant- Actually fuck it ima rant in advance.

Ahem.

People really like the idea of Jack being “Jokul Frosti”, especially if they are exploring concepts with an old setting where Jack is further back in time. I loved it when I first came across it because duh pretty awesome. And ofc many believe that is where the name “Jack Frost” derived from. It’s cool. However, I have since done enough research to decide this isn’t very accurate.

In Norse mythology the God of wind and voice, Kari, has two sons. Some sources say otherwise and that it’s just one son - Jokul Frosti, but fuck that, my sources are older.

Kari has *two* sons - Jokul AND Frosti. They were two bros. Their names mean Icicle and Frost. Jokul went on to have a bunch of kids who were all very winter themed. It also makes more sense bc (especially in Norse stuff) it’s very odd to come across a mythological figure with two names. Think of all the gods you know, MOST are going by one. Plus it’s weird…like why is his name two things? Icicle Frost? What? Pick one. Brev it don’t make sense. It don’t add up. Most minor Norse gods are having just the one main brand right? (The big dogs like Odin, Freya, Freyr etc etc usually have side hustles tho, but we ain’t talking about them).

So what I think has happened is that somewhere down the line, probably through oral conversation, the two brothers and their names got merged into one person. Then after the merge, Jack Frost came about, hence our predicament.

Like- ya’ll do wut ya want but I personally think the Winter Twins are a better idea for our fan stuff. In my headcanon (and in my fic) they are more like Jack’s wacky adopted-uncle-types that left him their power after they kicked the bucket cos they thought he was a pretty cool mortal. Like Manny brought him back but like- so did they at the same time. Double whammy. Anyways. ✌️thanks for coming to my TEDtalk.

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #13: To Tend the Flame

Prompt: wax | Master Post | On AO3

Notes: Spoilers for Shadowbringers MSQ and spoilers for the Binding Coils of Bahamut side story.

She first noticed it during the battle at Laxan Loft, but it’s not until they reach Il Mheg that Synnove really paid attention to the new aether curling and weaving amongst her own.

Oddly enough, it’s not the Lightwarden’s. That had felt ice-sharp and rotten-soft at the same time, white to the point of pain and not singing but screeching of broken glass and denied, raging hunger. No, that aether sat in the core of herself, sulking and bitter, but otherwise not influencing her spells.

No, this aether was…warm. Fiery, but the welcome flame of a campfire in the night, or the hearth of a well-loved home. She outright dismissed it as Ifrit’s aether leaking from Ivar; that was too distinctive and too familiar. This new aether was familiar, too, and the way it intertwined among her own, yet remains separate, reminded her of a primal’s lingering touch, so clearly at some point she had come into contact with it.

There was a niggle of an idea at the back of her mind. The hypothesis was set; now to observe.

First: the Dreadwyrm’s aether coalesced much faster. Previously, she had needed to trance at least twice to build up sufficient reserves to (grudgingly) indulge Ivar and use him as the core to summon Demi-Bahamut to the field. Now she only needed to trance just the once. Ivar, at least, was delighted by this change, her bloodthirsty, rage-filled boy.

(And at least she’d stopped having panic attacks every time she’d needed to activate that array.)

Second: the new, strange aether reached peak coalescence only after she had finished coalescing Dreadwyrm aether, and then dissipating it with a summon of Demi-Bahamut. In fact, she couldn’t even tap into Dreadwyrm aether again until she’d tranced with the new aether.

Third: while trancing with the new aether, it affected two of her spells. Outburst was a relatively new creation that the aetherochemistry department had only recently finalized; Synnove had offered to field test it shortly before she and the others had been whisked away to the First. That spell fluctuating due to an unexpected outside influence was unusual, considering how rigorously the Guild tested and developed their arrays, but not impossible. Ruin III, however, was an old standby, a tried and true blast of pure, unaspected power reserved for the most talented members of the Guild that had been in circulation for years. The only arrays more stable were the ones for the rest of the Ruin series and the standard carbuncle summons they gave to the baby arcanists (who weren’t insane overachievers like herself who had to write her own from scratch).

And it wasn’t just subtle effects. No, both Ruin III and Outburst were unaspected; arcanists liked working without the interference of specific elemental affinities, or alternatively with an equal amount of each kind so that they all canceled one another out, it made the math behave. (There was a bloody good reason she’d run into the wall on her artificial aether infusion project: working with elementally aspected aether was essentially working with literal fucking chaos and sometimes it was fun, but sometimes it just sucked.) This new surge of primal aether turned her respectable, unaspected spells into roiling balls of fire and pitch.

Ivar, of course, loved it. Heron and Alakhai, who also preferred to fight in the melee, not so much.

Fourth: the aether sang, as it always did. It reminded her very strongly of the Dreadwyrm aether’s dirge-like ballad, but this aether’s song was slower, more solemn. Wordless crooning matched with the resonant tones of an Ishgardian pipe organ. It was a funeral hymn: no rage, only deep, boundless sorrow, and a bottomless well of love.

Observations complete, she compared the data sets the night they vanquished Titania, absently rubbing her chest every so often as she did. The carbuncles curled up around her in various stages of patience—Galette in her usual spot around her neck, Tyr loafed next to her, Ivar sprawled in her lap and reaching up to either bat at his sister’s tails or his brother’s ears—as she set up the portable readout device she’d thankfully packed back on the Source. Synnove flipped open her grimoire sitting on the ground next to her on the opposite side of Tyr, paging through until she got to the first page of the arrays for Ivar’s passive sensor programming.

Humming quietly, she took the channeling stylus from her mouth, and placed the tip on the activation sigil. The array lit up, and so did the readout device, pulsing out a hologram that scrolled through the most recent aether readings. Synnove squinted as she skimmed the data, scratching Tyr’s neck until the big carbuncle turned into a happy puddle of brass purrs.

Then she called up data from nearly four years ago.

“Synnove?”

She looked up, only a little startled, to meet Alisaie’s worried gaze.

“Is everything all right?” said Alisaie.

Synnove looked back at the data, gnawing on her lower lip as the implications of the data sunk in. She let out a slow breath and said, “Don’t know yet. Fetch your brother, please, the both of you need to see this.”

Alisaie, Twelve bless her, didn’t hesitate, just turned and hurried off to find Alphinaud. She returned with her twin in a handful of minutes to the spot out in the fields surrounding Lydha Lran that Synnove had settled in to review her notes. By the time they reached her, Synnove had pulled up both data sets onto the viewer at once. She gestured, and the siblings both sat in front of her.

“So,” said Synnove, setting down her channeling stylus carefully to ensure the tip still touched the activation sigil of the array, “I’ve noticed a peculiar bit of aether mixing with my own recently and no, it’s not the Lightwarden’s.”

Alphinaud and Alisaie’s looks of alarms quickly subsided, in favor of concern and interest as Synnove outlined for them the changes she noted. Then she pointed to the readout device.

“The display on the left is the recent data Ivar’s passive sensors have recorded,” she said. “I’m sure Galette and Tyr’s would read the same, but since Ivar is the only one installed with the Dreadwyrm Protocols, he has the most complete set.”

Alphinaud scratched Tyr behind the ears, as the big carbuncle had crawled forward for pettings during Synnove’s explanation. “And I note that it’s exactly the same as the display on the right,” he said.

Synnove hummed agreement, rhythmically running her hand down Ivar’s back from his head to the base of his tails

Alisaie sat with her arms crossed, just staring at the displayed data. Finally, she said, “The data from the right is from the Binding Coils, isn’t it?”

“It is,” said Synnove, quiet and serious.

“That’s,” and Alisaie swallowed, “that’s Phoenix’s aether.”

“I believe so.”

Alphinaud didn’t look as rattled as his twin, but Synnove had known him long enough to spot the tension around his mouth and eyes. “Why now?” he said. “You’ve been using the Dreadwyrm Protocols for a number of years by now, so why has Phoenix’s aether remained dormant for so long?”

“My best guess,” said Synnove, “is because we’re here on the First. Eorzea is upfront about the fact that Dalamud’s fall and Bahamut’s rampage unquestionably fucked up the continent both on a physical and metaphysical level. The rest of our home star claims suddenly only having a single moon in the sky after the second one blew up a few miles directly above the surface had no effect on their magicks and aether, but we can all three agree that they’re probably trying to save face to a bunch of foreigners how mucked up things got for them, because that is a load of chocobo shite.”

Alphinaud coughed, smothering a smile, as Alisaie momentarily forgot her distress and snickered loudly.

“Bahamut’s aether didn’t just insinuate itself into everyone at Carteneau,” continued Synnove, continuing to pet Ivar and reaching up with her other hand to scratch behind Galette’s ears. Both carbuncles purred happily. “And it didn’t just insinuate itself into everyone in Eorzea, though I’ll grant that Eorzeans have the highest concentrations. No, Bahamut’s aether is everywhere on the Source; it’s permeated every rock and tree and beastkin and Spoken.

“It’s always been too easy to coalesce Dreadwyrm aether; when I’ve run through my own aetheric reserves, I can still use the Protocols without much fuss. If I was only ever using the aether comingled with my own, I should run out, but I don’t. Thus, I have to be unconsciously drawing upon the Dreadwyrm aether all around me.”

“But here on the First,” said Alphinaud, thoughtful, “Bahamut’s aether only exists in you and us Scions. I have noticed you still have had no issues using the Protocols, so we can assume you are able to draw on the Dreadwyrm aether within us and the others.”

Synnove inclined her head to him. “Just so.”

“So, with a finite amount of Dreadwyrm aether,” said Alisaie, “Phoenix’s aether is finally detectable, and even able to exert influence and become usable with the dissipation of Bahamut’s. And with how quickly and how strong it coalesces, it needs to be dissipated in turn before repeating the cycle.”

“That is my theory for what’s occurring,” said Synnove. “And, of course, I’ve noticed it steadily growing stronger and more stable since this began. No doubt it’ll continue to do so, although at the moment I couldn’t tell why.”

The twins shared a long, silent look. Alphinaud raised a single eyebrow. Alisaie nodded.

They turned back to her, their expressions serious, but the gleam of excitement was in their eyes. Synnove recognized it and grinned; bless their nerdy hearts, her darling little sibs.

“What would you like to do with this, Synnove?” said Alphinaud.

“And how can we help?” said Alisaie.

“Well,” drawled Synnove, “we’ll need to build some arrays to control how Phoenix’s aether warps my spells when I’m trancing with it. And then, I believe, we should prepare for the day when his aether has grown strong enough that Phoenix will fly the skies of the First as he once did at Carteneau to vanquish Bahamut, with all the prayers of Eorzea to guide him. If you two are all right with that?”

The twins dove forward to embrace her; Galette squwaked unhappily at being jostled, but they ignored her. Synnove returned their hugs, smiling, and tucked them in under her arms. Tyr immediately came over to flop across all three of their laps.

“You’re the only one I’d trust with it,” Alisaie said.

“We couldn’t think of anyone better suited,” added Alphinaud.

“Thank you,” Synnove said, as heartfelt and honored as she could. “Now then, my fellow nerds, let’s get to it!”

[astridthevalkyrie]

Axe to the Heart: Chapter 13

Astrid Hofferson/Steve Harrington. “Maybe I hate a lot of things here in Hawkins but I suppose you’re not one of them.”

Chapter 12

Good Students And Note Passers

Requested by @ashleybenlove on Tumblr. Hope you like it!

Under normal circumstances, Astrid would have loved to have a seat next to the boy she liked. It would have made looking at him easier, maybe bring a blush out of her if he looked at her while she was answering a question, and would generally bring a nice set of butterflies to keep her busy if that class was dull one day.

But when that boy was Steve Harrington, it was not normal circumstances.

She looked at him a lot, sure. But that was usually just to send him exasperated looks for poking her, or for doodling on the paper he was supposed to be taking notes on.

The only time she blushed or got the ever so hyped butterflies were when Steve would get her in a particularly ticklish place, or make her exclaim something out loud and cause the entire class to look.

She was attracted to probably the most irritating guy in Hawkins.

For the first five minutes of Pre-Calc, he didn’t do anything. She glanced at him a few times, and he was actually writing, although he was taking some time to write on another piece of paper as well. Whatever. Twice the notes, less left for him to copy from her later. Not that she minded, but it was nice to see him stepping it up.

Or, she thought he was stepping it up. The next thing she knew there was a crumpled piece of paper pressed in her hand.

A note.

He had passed her a note as though they were in fifth grade. The nerve of that boy.

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this class is so boring and i dont know how u stay awake ast

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Above the words was a drawing of a nail bat and an axe.

Thor, was this what her life was now? Reading boredom notes that were specifically labelled for him and her? Listening to the ramblings of a teenage guy - who she liked very much, mind you - was not how she had expected to spend her high school career. Of course, she was being totally dramatic over a note, but she wouldn’t have been if he hadn’t given her the fucking note in the first place.

Trying to pay attention, Astrid scribbled back as quickly as she could, looking back and forth between the note and the board.

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Odin above, let me focus, or I will punch you so hard once we get out of class.

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Really, she didn’t think it would work on him. Steve knew her well enough by now to know that she made a whole lot of threats she didn’t carry out. So it wasn’t surprising when the stupid ball of paper found its way into her palm again.

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1 u dont use grammar in notes u freak and 2 i dont care how in touch with vikings berk was there is no way u guys seriosly said stuff like odin instead of saying fuck

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Astrid rolled her eyes, hurriedly writing the new stuff on the board before she wrote back.

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Okay, first of all, I said “fuck” all the time, but we really did use the Norse gods as swears. Fishlegs was literally the only one in the gang who never swore. And second, it’s spelled “seriously.” I love grammar more than I love you.

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It was after she gave it to him that she realized she shouldn’t have written that last part. She hadn’t meant it, but it had just come out. She was just...endeared by him, and they were joking around, and it just slipped out onto the paper.

She heard Steve scoff first, but then he went quiet, and she saw his cheeks redden lightly. It was a relief more than anything, at least he wasn’t looking confused or upset.

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love u 2 ast little early 4 that though dont you think???

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Shut up, I didn’t mean it, it just came out.

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U wrote it how did it just come out

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I’m sorry you’re not having your fantasy of me hopeless confessing all my love for you come true, Harrington.

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ill get over it if u give me a kiss

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Astrid’s eyes flew to him, and he was grinning at her, albeit a little nervously. His arms were crossed and he was slouching, a starch difference to her sitting up straight with her arms on the table.

He wanted to kiss her? Or he wanted her to kiss him? (Same difference, really.)

Either way, kissing just wasn’t something people who weren’t in a relationship did. (There was that one time her and Ruff had kissed, but that had just been some nice experimentation).

Oh, how was she supposed to focus on whatever the teacher was saying now? Harrington had put the idea in her mind, and now she wanted to, wanted to - to snog the stupid smirk off his face. She wanted to kiss him.

Holy Freya, she really wanted to kiss him.

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Where did that come from? I thought we weren’t DOING that, Harrington.

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Steve was smirking to himself as he wrote back, which made her nervous, at the very least, but also tingly.

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your the one who said u loved me, hofferson

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Thor, Loki, Odin, and Freya above, I didn’t mean it. And it’s “you’re.”

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YOU’RE thinking about it arent you?

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He blew her a kiss when she glanced at him, and Astrid’s face burned. It really wasn’t good that he knew how to make her squirm in her seat. She was supposed to be the confident one. So Astrid didn’t answer, deciding to just shove the paper in her pocket. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Steve pout, slouching even more.

After the bell rang, she grabbed her bag and hurried out, clenching and unclenching her fist. Steve was not good with words at all, he was the type to come up with horrible rhymes on Valentine’s Day, and yet “ill get over it if you give me a kiss” had her undone.

“Astrid!”

Steve showed up next to her, panting slightly as he caught up. She kept her eyes forward as they walked, not looking at him.

“So?”

“So what?”

“So, do I get the kiss?”

Astrid scoffed, feeling her stomach flip and biting her lip. “Why do you wanna kiss me anyway?”

“I mean…” She wasn’t looking at him but she knew he was smiling like a doof. “You spend weeks with yourself and tell me you don’t wanna get hot and heavy.”

Astrid nearly choked on her words, finally facing him. “You’re impossible.”

“But you love me,” he said with a grin wider than before, nudging her gently.

“Jesus, Odin, holy Balder and Tyr above.” She swung to stand in front of him, her bag slipping from her shoulder to her arm as she cupped his cheek and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I don’t...fucking...love you.”

Steve let out a laugh between the kiss, using one arm to steady her around the waist. “You are such...a nerd, Hofferson,” he mumbled, his smile apparent.

She pressed him against the wall by the shoulders, making sure that boy got the kiss of his life. If he was going to drive her crazy then by all the gods in the universe, she was going to do it right back.

When they pulled away, there were some whistles from passing students, but Astrid didn’t stop to listen to any comments - she just slipped her bag back up, turned on her heel, and walked away, hearing Steve let out another laugh behind her.

“Maybe I am, but you love me.”

I didn’t...expect it to end like that, but I’m oddly satisfied.

Next chapter: Steve comes for his regularly scheduled nightly visit, but he sees a side of Astrid that she prefers to keep hidden.

Please send in requests!

[pagan-raider]

Request: I was wondering if you requests are open? It's my birthday tomorrow and I was wondering if I could get dad! Ubbe fic? Like really fluffy ? Pls?

Happy belated birthday, nony! 

Note: I’m not sure if this one is any good. It was kind of hard to write because I was struggling with a bad writers block. Plus, for some reason it was really hard for me to include Ivar in an imagine in which the reader is with Ubbe. I know, I’m a weirdo. 

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You were standing at the dock, watching the ships grow bigger and bigger as they travelled down the fjord towards the town. Your feelings were torn between happiness and anxiety. It had been month since that army had left, and with them your husband. You were more than happy to see them come back home but you also knew that not all of them would be returning. Although you knew Ubbe was a skilled warrior and surely could take care of himself you couldn’t help but worry, especially when he was gone for so long. You had prayed to Odin and Tyr for his save return and hoped that they had heard you. The dock was crowded with people, all of them hoping for their loved ones to return to them but you knew that some of them would be disappointed today.

You felt a light tug on your dress and looked down with a warm smile.

“Is father on one of these ships?”

“I’m sure he is, love.” You said and ruffled your daughter’s hair. “It’s time for him to come home and meet your brother.” You added, more speaking to yourself than to the three years old.

You carefully brought the little bundle in your arms closer to your chest as you watched the first boats arrive at the docks. The men didn’t waist much time and jumped to the dock, immediately being surrounded by their lovers or families. You held your breath and watched, your eyes searching every landing boat for a glimpse at your husband. Your heart skipped a beat and you let out a relieved sigh when you finally saw him. Ubbe was standing at the front of one of the approaching boats, looking totally majestic with a white fur around his shoulders and his cloak floating in the breeze. You felt a huge smile grow on your face. Now it wouldn’t be long until you could finally wrap him in your arms again. A few minutes later the boat had landed and Ubbe stepped onto the dock.

You leaned down to your daughter. “Do you see who is here?”

You didn’t even get to end that sentence before she took off running.

“Father!” The little girl shrieked and Ubbe knelt down and opened his arms for her.

A genuine feeling of happiness spread though you as you watched him pick up his daughter and spin her around.

“Where’s your mother? Have you not brought her with you?”

The little girl giggled and pointed in your direction and Ubbe’s eyes met yours. He smiled at you and a tingly warmth spread through your body. He hurried over to you with long steps and wrapped one arm around you, pulling you to his chest.

“I have missed you so much.” He whispered.

You looked up to meet his eyes again. “You’ve been gone for much too long.”

“I know.” He said, setting your daughter down so he could wrap both his arms around you.

When he pulled you closer to him you put a hand to his chest, keeping him at distance. He gave you a confused look and you smiled at him, revealing the little bundle you had hidden under your cloak. His eyes grew wide.

“I think you should meet your son.” You announced with a grin.

“I… I didn’t know…” He stuttered. “Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

“Well, I didn’t know I was with child when you left, so how could you?” You gave him a wink. “I told you that you‘ve been gone for too long.”

“This is… I can’t… a son?” He still wasn’t able to form a complete sentence.

You nodded.

He looked at you for a long moment with glassy eyes before he pulled you into a tender kiss. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on yours, which you had missed for such a long time. When you broke the kiss, Ubbe’s hands travelled from your face down your sides and around your waist, he pulled you to him again, careful this time to leave enough room for your son. You rested your head against his shoulder and breathed in his scent, feeling more happy than you had in a long long time.

“Let’s go home.” You said after a while. “You must be tired. And I want to hear all about the raid.”

He smirked at you. “It was quite boring without you.”

Then he picked up your daughter and wrapped one arm around your shoulders as you walked towards your house.

Back home you made yourself comfortable in front of the fireplace. You handed your babyboy over to Ubbe and watched his eyes glow with pride as he held his son for the first time.

“Have you already given him a name?” He asked.

“His name is Sigurd.”

He looked at you, surprised at first, but then he nodded approvingly. “Thank you.” He whispered.

“Father, can you tell us a story about your journey?” Your daughter pleaded, looking up to her father with her big shining eyes, you knew he could never resist.

You were almost as eager to hear about what had happened during the raid as the little girl and leaned your head against Ubbe’s shoulder as he started to speak. But you weren’t granted much time alone with your little family. Not long after Ubbe had started to tell about his adventures the door flew open and Hvitserk stepped in, followed by Ivar.

“Here you are. We’ve been looking for you. We heard you have a son?” You could hear the excitement in Hvitserk’s voice.

Ubbe turned in his seat so that his brothers could see the baby sleeping in his arms. Hvitserk rushed to his brother’s side to get a better view on the newborn. So you went to greet Ivar first. As you bend down to him he embraced you in a strong hug.

“Always good to see you, Y/N.” He said. “I see you keep making gifts to my brother he doesn’t deserve.”

You just laughed. “It’s good to see you, too.”

“Can I hold him?” You heard Hvitserk ask behind you.

Ubbe turned to look at you and as you gave him a small nod, he handed his son over to his brother. You went to get some chairs for Hvitserk and Ivar and as you came back and placed them around the fireplace, Hvitserk looked at you with big eyes, as if he had just noticed you.

“Oh Y/N, sorry.” He said, hugging you with one arm.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. When it comes to attention, babies always win.”

You poured everyone a horn of mead and while the others were already settled around the fireplace.

“He has your eyes, brother.” Hvitserk announced, holding out his finger for the baby to wrap his tiny hand around.

“And I was hoping for his sake that he would turn out more like his mother.” Ivar teased and Ubbe grabbed a wooden spoon from the table behind him and threw it at his brother.

Ivar ducked under the spoon. “Hvitserk, you’ve had him long enough.” He decided. “Now give him to me.”

For a moment Hvitserk looked as if he wanted to argue but then he handed the baby over to Ivar. You would have sworn to see some concern flash through your husbands face but it was gone as fast as it had appeared. Ivar eyed your son curiously and then looked up at you.

“What is his name?”

Your blood froze in your veins. You hadn’t thought about that. How could you have been so stupid? You had meant it well, choosing the name of your husband’s dead brother, but you hadn’t thought about the trouble it might cause.

“His name is Sigurd.” Ubbe said in your place, sounding completely calm while looking his younger brother in the eyes.

Ivar stared back at him and you could see his jaw clench. You knew Ivar’s anger could release a thunderstorm and you were ready to jump up and fetch your son from his arms at any second. Hvitserk looked completely frozen as if by not moving at all he could somehow vanish. You felt like the temperature in the room had just dropped several degrees and couldn’t suppress a shiver. That moment little Sigurd started to wriggle in Ivar’s arms, drawing his attention to him. You were surprised to see Ivar’s tense features relaxe entirely as he tried to soothe his nephew and even more when he succeeded and the baby peacefully drifted back to sleep.

“I think it’s better if you take him back now.” Ivar said to you, seeming completely calm now.

The tension that had been building in the room just moments ago had vanished faster than you could have ever imagined and you could see Ubbe let out a relieved breath he seemingly had been holding the entire time.

After that the conversation got more pleasant, as the brothers started to tell you about the raid and about the treasures they had brought home. Your daughter had fallen asleep in Ubbe’s lap and he himself looked pretty tired as well. As Ivar and Hvitserk left a couple of hours later, all you wanted to do was curl up in bed with your husband and enjoy his warmth.

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So many requests for fluffy family imagines! The next thing I’ll write will have to be bloody and violent, just for me to keep the balance.