#ac valhalla imagine

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

HIII :3 you know my ass would ask for more hytham cuz u write him so good.

can u do something about him reuniting with his lover that was in Baghdad when he left with basim? Now he’s older and has few gray hairs . u can make it into a wholesome fluffy fanfic or nsfw(if ur not comfortable with nsfw its okay :3)

Whispers of Yesterday pt.1

Pairing: Hytham x reader

Genre: angst for now

Warnings: None, maybe thar reader is a widow????

Note: I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED FROM THE GRAVE AND IF I COME BACK, I COME BACK BIG. EXPECT A FEW MORE CHAPTERS LMFAO Part Two

Leaning back on the folded blanket, you closed your eyes with a sigh. Late afternoon brought a lazy breeze from the east, bending the cedar branches above you. Small, bright spots lit up on the ground and on your face as the sunlight filtered through the leaves, gently caressing your skin. It was a perfect day; after distributing the fish for lunch, there was nothing better than taking a nap in the shade of the trees with full bellies. Your team - a handful of street children, although for you they meant the sanctity of the family, they lay in a circle under the protection of the tree trunk, some were already sleeping loudly snoring, some were talking, and leaning to the side you saw that two were still adjusting their beds.

Nestled into the soft blanket, you stretched out on the floor, sliding your arms under your head.

"There won't be dinner that way." You heard the sound of giggling from above, and without even opening your eyes, you snapped at the sound. Your palm found skin, and with a thump you pushed the person you were confused to the ground.

The voice laughed loudly as you opened your eyes with a gasp.

"Hytham, I'm about to sleep..." You mumbled, puckering your lips against the boy lying next to you. Grinning, Hytham turned to you and shrugged.

"Are you a cat that you have to sleep after eating?"

Turning your nose up, you tongued your companion and nudged his shoulder as you snuggled closer to his side. Hytham let go, making room for you, and when you were both comfortably seated, he reached his right arm up as if to catch the leaves.

"Guess what I have, and if you guess it's yours." He said, twisting his wrist.

Huffing, you turned to look at him from the side, then back to his hand.

"I don't want a cricket jumping on me….again." You snarled at the boy, but he just smiled at you, his eyes sparkling as if he wanted to show you some magic.

"I brought you a present." He answered more quietly so as not to disturb the other sleeping children.

Raising your eyebrows, you turned onto your stomach so you could look up at his face, leaning on your elbows.

"A gift? What kind of gift? Where did you get it from?” You waved excitedly, your previous annoyance lost in the mist.

The boy chuckled again, then shook his still raised fist with a knowing smile. "You just have to answer and you'll find out."

Sleep and tiredness fade away from you like a faint smoke, replaced by an excitement of anticipation and curiosity.

"Well! Tell me! Please Hythem please!” You urged, tugging on his shoulder now with full alertness.

Hythem scoffed with a smile, then sat up himself, lowering his palm to your face.

"Guess it." He teased again, gently pushing your shoulders.

"Food? Money? Oh! You found a cake, right? Isn't that a cake?" You asked, watching the mark

Ignoring your guess, he continued. "Close your eyes and give me your hand." He reached for yours with his free hand and gently opened your palm, then turned it over.

"But if there's a bug, I'll really throw it at you!" You warned, closing your eyes.

"You won't, you certainly won't." He said and placing his palm on yours, he released the surprise lurking in his grip.

At first you only felt the warmth that the clenched fist gave to the object. Then, folding your fingers over it, you rolled it in your palm.

There were three round things, maybe the size of an olive seed.

"What are these…?" You morphed, closing your fingers as a test, but the orbs didn't compress, they stood the test firmly.

You almost gave up on opening your eyes and asking the boy for help, when a solution occurred to you.

"Glass balls?!" You shouted cheerfully as Hythem started to hush you.

“You can look at them.” He assured me cheerfully.

In your hand lay three sky-blue balls, the light shining on them made their whole insides shine. You hissed in surprise and between your squeals of joy you closed them in your palm and turned towards the boy and jumped on his neck.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you very much Hythem! Oh, they are wonderful! I love it, everyone!” You giggled as you jumped, happily hugging the boy who put his arms around your shoulders in response.

"When I saw them I thought you would like them. That way we'll have something to play with."

"Shall we try them?" Letting go, you snapped his neck and he followed with equal enthusiasm.

Your daughter woke you up from your dream, gently stroking your arm.

"Mama, mama, get up! can we go mom? The sun is about to rise.”

You yawned as you blinked the sleep from under your eyelids, turning onto your back with a grunt. You squinted at your daughter, seeing one of your childhood friends in her for the first time, as you remembered who you were and where you were.

Have you ever dreamed of your childhood? Or was it your daughter you were talking to? You saw the blue glass balls.

This thought woke you up completely, and while your daughter went to the table to pour water, you sat up and grabbed your neck.

Your fingers slid along the chain, and you felt the weight of the small spheres on your skin with relief.

"Wh- where do we want to go Ameera?" You frowned, trying to remember your conversation last night.

"To the bazaar mother!" Your daughter answered, emphasizing the words. "You said we could look at the scarves today."

“Oh, yes. You are right.” You smiled, nodding. The images of your dream at night moved further and further away from your mind, the details faded into obscurity, and by the time you got dressed, all you remembered was that you felt carefree and happy in your dream. Happier than you've ever felt lately.

"Let's hurry, because they will buy the best from us!" Your child urged, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door.

You obeyed with a laugh, holding your hand and letting your daughter lead you wherever her heart desires.

Let her be as carefree as you have never been.

The desert sun hung low over Baghdad, casting a warm, golden glow across the city Hytham once called home. Years had passed since he left with Basim, and although he had ventured across lands and seas, the city's familiar scent of spices and sand filled him with a bittersweet sense of nostalgia.

A few gray hairs had begun to weave through his dark locks, and the lines around his eyes told stories of battles fought and missions completed.

As he made his way through the bustling crowd, Hytham sniffed the air deeply, letting the swirling hurricane of spices, oils, skins, and food fill his senses. The sounds, the colors, the smells all brought up long-forgotten, obscured memories in his heart.

He well remembered the day when he and his master had first met Sigurd, when the tall prince had initiated them into the wonders and secrets of his country, so that he too would have the opportunity to inquire about Basim's secrets.

Twenty years have passed since then, Hyhtam has already seen half the world in that time. From the icy peaks of the North, through the rain-soaked fields of England to the sunny gardens of Iberia. And wherever he went, with whatever people he made lifelong alliances and friendships, even though he felt like one with the Crow Clan - he was still a child of the East, his heart longed for his long-left home.

So, leaving the fraternity he had built up in England to his student, and saying goodbye to Sigurd, he set off to the south, and then, reaching Poszportus, to the east, so that he could finally see his native land again.

Not that you have to worry about returning in a hurry.

At home, the Brotherhood network was in good hands, the clan was enjoying the most peaceful times since its sojourn on Saxon soil, and Eivor set off for Vinland, trying to further spread northern influence.

It was time for him to live a little to himself, to finally do what his heart demanded of him.

He stopped at a perfume seller, lingering to examine the bottles that held the scented oils. The man was devotedly examining the contents of all the bottles lined up, where they came from, what the ingredients were, how they were made, what wonderful powers they can have if someone applies them to himself, while Hytham turned the bottles with more and more beautiful motifs in his hands, with so many colors and sizes. Amidst the murmur of the crowd and the man's crude narration, Hytham noticed a voice that somehow stood out from among the chaotic sounds.

A child's loud laughter rang out from behind the perfume stand opposite him. A girl was shaking, clutching her stomach among the fabrics and silks, clutching the hand of an older woman, while the mustached vendor jokingly tied a scarf around her stout waist, pretending to be a woman.

Hytham watched the scene with a soft smile. He was somehow captured by this happy moment taken from the life of this family, as the child hugs his mother so tightly, as they laugh together, carefree.

The woman's shoulders also shook, and her scarf resting on her hair slipped back from her hair due to the movement.

The blood froze in Hytham's veins at that moment, his fingers pressed against the bottle in his grip.

The woman's scarf slid down, revealing her rich crown of hair and the glittering jewelry in her ear. A small, shiny, sky-blue sphere bobbed forward - back, right - left in the woman's ear.

Suddenly a strange image popped into Hytham's mind.

A bittersweet joy, seeing the face of a familiar friend; the interruption of the cloudless life of childhood; and as if he had found a relic he believed to be lost.

Something began to form in his mind; feverishly trying to break out from behind the thick gray fog.

Stopping everything - even breathing - Hytham tried to catch that something in his thoughts, and for some reason he felt that watching this mother-daughter duo, he would succeed in it faster.

Her torment was interrupted when the girl, turning her back to her mother, turned to face the perfume stand to show her parent the back of her scarf.

Hyhtam seemed to have been struck by lightning, dropping the bottle from his hand onto the table, he staggered back, blinking widely and watching the girl with his mouth open.

She bore an eerie resemblance to a childhood face, a little girl who was dear to Hytham's heart and who could have meant an awful lot to him if their paths had not diverged so far apart.

And then something snapped, exploded in Hyhtam, flooding him with a numbing, terrifying heat. He knew this face, he knew this girl. Or rather, the woman standing next to the child.

He knew those blue glass balls.

And she knew there had to be a third one in addition to the two earrings.

After your daughter had chosen with great difficulty the scarf she liked best, you turned to the nice seller.

"I think I finally have what I want to buy." You smiled, trying to fish out your wallet. The man gave you a pleasant freshness with his funny stories and even more clownish acting. You appreciated that he was so attentive to your little girl. "How much will the silk scarf be?"

The man's eyes widened, then he frowned with feigned seriousness.

"Yes, yes! I don't want to disappoint the dear child, since he was so kind to me. Our conversation between these disgusting people made my day! Here, take it. My gift!” The man smiled, pushing back your fist with the coins in it.

"Oh, I can't." You objected. "It's a valuable commodity, I don't want to shorten your business."

The man shook his head and bent down to wink at your daughter.

"That's how it goes between good friends, isn't it? You will honor me by accepting my gift! And your mother should consider that her husband blamed you for your debts.It is paid.”

You smiled in gratitude, gently shaking your head. "Unfortunately, we can't. My husband is dead, so he can't repay you for this kind gesture."

The bucket raised his hands at this, not allowing you to hand him the money.

"Then I am all the more certain that I will not accept the money. A mother needs as much as possible to support her child. Please. Let this be my thanks for your kindness.”

Your eyes filled with tears from what you heard, you were so touched. You nodded with a bright smile and let your daughter take the cloth offered to her.

"We are terribly grateful for it." You nodded. "Isn't it, Ameera?"

Your daughter hugged the chosen piece amid intense nods and giggles.

“Yes, yes! Thank you very much for your uncle's generosity!" Your happy daughter.

"And if you've been here another time, please come here! I hope we will have many more such great conversations.” The man waved goodbye to you with a wide smile as you stood there, heading for your next destination.

During the day you visited the huge bazaars of Baghdad. You bought lunch and dinner, talked to a couple of weaving women about when you could work for them again, and handed over the pieces you had made so far to your customers. The day passed quickly, and navigating through the anthill of people, you felt as if you were walking in vain among a thousand and one pairs of eyes, one was following you continuously, drilling a burning hole in your back.

The sensation of being observed was difficult to ignore. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, especially in the bustling bazaars where people's gazes tend to linger. The question now was whether the staring was merely happenstance or deliberate.

Slightly adjusting your path as if casually browsing, you subtly veered towards a shop window that seemed to provide a suitable view of the path behind you. While pretending to admire the wares, you carefully observed the area through the reflection, keeping an eye out for those seemingly endless eyes on your back.

Your eyes darted to every passing face, scanning the bustling crowd for any signs of interest. A man loitering near a food stall, a woman browsing jewelry next to you, children playing an impromptu ball game in the distance – all appeared to be engrossed in their own activities. However, despite the numerous people in your line of sight, none seemed to exhibit any particular interest in you; if they were the ones following you, they were adept at feigning nonchalance.

For a moment, you felt a flicker of uncertainty, doubting your earlier intuition.

"Maybe I'm just imagining things..." You sigh rubbing your face before you turn to your daughter, now leading her a bit quicker out of the bustle of the crowd.

Before long, the crowd thinned out, and the stalls in the streets were replaced by yellow walls and doorways. The crowd of people dwindled until finally you only met scattered residents who greeted you cordially.

"Mom, why are we running like this?" Ameera asked with raised eyebrows, clutching the loaf of bread you had entrusted to her, accompanied by a basket of figs.

As if you only realized it now, your anxiety got the better of you, you slowed down.

"Forgive me dear. I'm just tired, I want to get home as soon as possible. By the way, you have to help with the cooking too.” You smiled sweetly at him, then stealthily glanced behind you. She nodded, adjusting the basket in her grip, but followed your gaze back.

"Did you see something?" He was interested.

“Nothing. Let's go, we're almost home."

She walked past you with a doubtful look, leading the way.

Hytham turned the corner slowly, noting with a sigh that he hadn't lost sight of you. A big lump rose in his throat, and he felt guilty that he had resorted to such vile tricks, just so he could keep watching. The sight of his old childhood friend had a stronger effect on his homesick heart than the calmness of any medicinal potion. As he followed her, from house to house, from ledge to roof, he wondered if he had lost his mind. I wonder what he will say to you when he finally faces you someday? I wonder what you will say? Do you still recognize your old friend at all? How should he approach you, how should he introduce himself, what should he do?

He clenched his fists. Act first; reveal your identity and only then worry about the following.

And yet, Hyhtam's legs struggled forward, he would have wanted to step out of the shadows at any time to reveal himself to you. Instead, like a nimble cat, he darted from one street to another, up to the roofs on one ledge, down to the ground again on another tarpaulin, as the road took him without having to stop. That way, he can at least keep an eye on you and your daughter better, watching your ways from the vantage point of the heights, sometimes scanning your surroundings with a zigzag eye, against possible danger. Fortunately, he was the only one who wanted to follow you that day, so he calmly rested his knives on his waist belt and his hidden blade on his arm.

After a short wait, a more spacious building appeared at the next street corner. The square house, built of red brick and clay, provided a sharp contrast to the small garden in the middle, with a peacefully bubbling fountain, an orange tree and a rose bush in their colorful glory. Hytham watched as you let your daughter go ahead, then, looking behind you one last time, scanned the area and followed you to the safety of your home.

The man stopped, hands on hips.

He can't just walk up to you and introduce himself. However, he didn't think it was a good idea to knock on the front door either. What should he say if you open the door for him? I followed you all the way from the bazaar, do you remember me? And he didn't know what to say if he met your daughter for the first time.

So Hytham sighed heavily and sat down on the corner of the roof with pursed lips, his elbows resting on his knees. He needed some time to think.

Sitting on the edge of the roof, he continued to observe as the evening began to settle. He leaned back, propping himself up against the wall, his eyes firmly fixed on your home.

He wrestled with his thoughts in his head, weighing the options. Would it be best to wait until you were alone to talk to you? How could he approach you without raising alarm or concern? Was he overthinking this whole thing?

He let out another sigh, a mix of frustration and uncertainty, as he leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. The evening breeze tugged at his hair, and the sound of distant conversation and laughter from the neighborhood filled his ears. It seemed like the entire world was carrying on as usual, oblivious to his inner turmoil. He knew he had to make a decision soon, but the right course of action continued to elude him.

With a deep breath, and after contemplating for a few moments, Hytham slowly got up from the rooftop and began his journey to your home. The time had come. He had chosen to confront you head-on. There was no more waiting; he thought there was no use delaying the inevitable.

[imnotadogiswear]

One thing I like about post-Desmond Assassin's Creed is that the games are a canon thing. Do both sides have to monitor the fandom in case secrets are compromised? Does Abstergo have to fire employees for writing Assassin smut on the job?

[geekynerfherder]

Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Raphael Lacoste.

[artschoolglasses]

To all the people who don’t like canon Eivor because of her voice:

I’m so sorry you were cursed with terrible taste.☹️💔

[gravehags]

GET EM BABYGIRL

[elijahmiles]

thinking about how basimloki has deeply held trauma about himself and his children being imprisoned. and then how basim loses his mind when hytham is captured in the golden city that he risks his life, the mission, and the integrity of the brotherhood itself to get him back

[floralpunkbarton]

i'm tryin to work and all my brain will let stick to the wall is "valhalla au but eivor is Seriously Hurt in the fight against kjotve and can't follow sigurd to england right away (like. a year or two delay.)"

[feyndothur]

[intrepid-creations]

5/20/2023

Rancher Eivor, inspired by @blkdyke's post

[paintsplantspaws]

Someone please write an Assassins Creed Valhalla and HTTYD crossover Please!!!

Or maybe the twins or Leonardo and Ezio

[bagelvangr]

Happy holidays/god jul/merry xmas to Randivor fans and Randivor fans only

here's some doodles based off of that modern day/travel debacle/boobie storm au I posted the other day while being stuck in the ancient evil called Denver airport

In these turn of events, their luggage ends up being stuck in another airport and they don't get any word of when they'll have their things again, so they go on a shopping trip together to get some clothes in the interim

The fitting room would be unavailable for one reason or another and they're still tired af, so they just grab clothes that roughly look like they'd be fine

I imagine they would not be shy about sending pics to each other 😏

Also Randvi just keeps Eivor's jacket

and Eivor never says anything about it

but Tove and Thora and Sunniva and Valka definitely do 👀

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

hiii . I saw ur requests are open and if u still do fics can u do ac Valhalla hytham x reader? Reader is an artist and hytham enjoys his time with them , also their drawings, maybe he goes through the papers she drew on and sees himself? And he thanks the reader with a kiss.:3

U can change anything u don’t like in this request i just want a fic about my boy hytham .😭😭

Canvas of Secrets

Pairing: Hytham x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: if you count that i love writing yearning and falling in love with Hytham instead of actually having a relationship with him lol THE YEARNING GUYS HE'S A YEARNINER MATERIAL!!!

Note: I feel like I need to get back into the writing mood, writing vibe because its still off for me??? Lemme know I tried my best with my lil fried brain :(

The mid-morning sun bathed Ravensthorpe in a soft, welcoming light, casting long shadows as villagers busied themselves with their daily tasks. The rhythmic clang of blacksmith's hammers and the lively chatter of merchants created a symphony of everyday life. Amid this bustling activity, Hytham moved with a sense of purpose, his mind focused on his duties as a Hidden One. 

Based on the documents Eivor found, another possible target appeared on the horizon, although he still had to do some research to make sure the information was true.

However, that day somehow work eluded the man as he passed by the edge of the settlement, where a small group of children had gathered around a figure seated on a low stool. Curious, he approached, drawn by the sounds of laughter and the sight of animated faces. Sharp laughter rang out in the air, but not with the usual gaiety of children- instead, he heard a soft, restrained laugh.

As he drew closer, he saw you surrounded by the little ones, gleaming eyes watching you, your hands deftly sketching on a large sheet of parchment. The children watched in awe as you brought a scene to life before their eyes, pencil strokes fluid and confident. You were capturing the essence of a lively market, complete with bustling stalls and cheerful passers-by.

Hytham paused, intrigued not only by your talent but also by the way you engaged the children, patiently answering all their questions, letting them try out anything and everything that piqued interest in their little heart from your work.. You glanced up, sensing his presence, offering him a warm smile.

"Ah, Hytham! Come, join us," you called out, your voice light and inviting. "We're just sketching the market today."

He hesitated for a moment before stepping closer. "I didn't mean to intrude. I was just passing by as I heard your little gathering having a good time." He smiled warmly at you.

You waved off his concern with a flick of your hand. "You're not intruding at all. Here, take a look." You held up the drawing, and Hytham marveled at the intricate details and the lively energy that seemed to emanate from the paper.

"You're incredibly talented," he remarked, genuine admiration in his voice.

You chuckled softly. "Thank you. Drawing has always been my way of capturing the world. It helps me see things more clearly, appreciate the beauty in everyday moments."

Hytham nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I can see that. Your drawings have a way of bringing things to life." Hytham chuckled, his eyes flickering between the drawing and her face, admiring the details and the skill that went into it

A child tugged at your sleeve, drawing your attention back to the group. "Can we draw the animals next?" the child asked eagerly.

"Of course!" you replied, ruffling the child's hair affectionately. "Let's find a good spot near the stables."

As the children gathered their papers and pencils, you turned to Hytham once more. "You're welcome to join us, Hytham."

He nodded in response, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips at her invitation, a rare sight that made your heart skip a beat. He then glanced over at the children and thought for a moment before replying.

Very well. I'll join you. He agreed quietly.

Hytham followed her lead as she guided the children over to a spot near the stables where there was enough room for all of them. As they settled down and everyone began drawing the animals around them, Hytham took a moment to observe the scene before him. He chuckled softly at the children's excited chatter and laughter, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. The day passed in a blur of laughter, sketches, and shared stories. Hytham found himself returning to your side time and time again, drawn by your infectious enthusiasm and the sense of peace that seemed to radiate from you. He watched as you guided the children's hands, teaching them to see the world through the eyes of an artist.

As the sun began to set and the children dispersed, you and Hytham found yourselves alone by the stables. Whipping your hands on your apron you joined him at the end of the stalls. Hytham leaned back against the wall of the stable idly, his eyes fixated on the setting sun. He chuckled softly, feeling a sense of peace and contentment in the moment. Once the children had left and it was just the two of you left, he turned his gaze towards you. Yours eyes met and he noticed the warm, knowing look in your eyes. You held his gaze for a moment before speaking quietly in a calm voice, breaking the silence between the two of you.

"Thank you for spending the day with us, Hytham. It was nice to have you here."

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. " It was my pleasure to spend the day with you and the children. They're a playful and curious bunch, it was refreshing to be around such innocence. I enjoyed it more than I expected. You have a way of making even the simplest moments feel extraordinary."

You blushed at the compliment, your heart fluttering. "I'm glad you think so. Sometimes, it's the little things that matter most."

He glanced at the drawings scattered around, his gaze lingering on a particularly detailed sketch of a horse. "You have a talent for this, you know. These drawings. They're beautiful."

Your blush deepened, and you looked away, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "Thank you, Hytham. That means a lot."

Hytham noticed the way her blush deepened and how she looked away shyly, his smile softening at the sight of her shyness. He chuckled softly and pushed off the wall of the stable, taking a few steps closer to her.

“It's the truth.” He stated softly, his gaze fixed on her with a warm, genuine look in his eyes as he spoke. “You have a gift for capturing beauty on paper.”

 "This has always brought the greatest happiness to my life." You replied, crossing your arms in front of your chest, walking up to the wall and joining him to admire the colors of the setting sun. "The days pass quickly, and we often forget the things that bring us happiness as time goes on. There are memories I don't want to forget. So I learned how to preserve them.”

“And that gift will last a lifetime.” He replied softly, his eyes fixed on the gorgeous hues of orange and red as the sun descended below the horizon.”Memories are important. They make us who we are, after all.” 

"They do," you murmured softly, a smile playing on your lips. "Memories shape us in ways we sometimes don't realize until much later."

Hytham nodded thoughtfully, his eyes still fixed on the horizon where the sun had disappeared. "I never used to think much about memories," he admitted quietly. "My life as a Hidden One demanded focus on the present and the future. But being here with you, experiencing these moments... I realize how much they matter."

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his. "I'm glad you feel that way, Hytham. It's important to cherish the moments that make us feel alive."

Hytham's gaze flickered towards her at the feeling of her fingers brushing against his. A touch that sent a small shiver up his spine. He looked back at her with a softened gaze and a small, warm smile.

“And moments like this?” He gestured with his head to the setting sun and then to their surroundings in the stables, his smile growing slightly. “Are they moments that will stay with you in memory?”

You considered his question, taking in the peaceful scene around you—the gentle rustling of the leaves, the faint scent of hay, and the quiet companionship between you both. The beauty of the moment seemed to intensify with his presence beside you.

"Yes," you replied softly, meeting his gaze. "When shared with someone special, they become the heartbeats of our memories. They're the ones we carry with us, even as time passes."

Hytham's eyes held a gentle intensity as he listened, a small smile playing on his lips. He seemed to absorb your words, savoring the tranquility of the moment, the connection between you both.

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours in the cool evening air. "And I want to make more memories like this—with you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, overwhelmed by the sincerity and depth of his feelings. You reached out, cupping his cheek gently in your hand. "I want that too, Hytham," you replied softly, as if afraid this moment  will disappear if spoken out loud. 

He closed his eyes briefly, leaning into your touch. "Then let's cherish this one," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss that spoke of promises yet to be made, and a future waiting to unfold..

Hytham leaned into the touch of your hand on his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he reveled in the sensation of your touch and words. He felt a wave of emotions swelling within him—a mixture of gratitude, hope, and a sense of belonging he had long suppressed, and he couldn't deny the longing that stirred in his heart at the thought.

As he opened his eyes and looked at you, a soft, vulnerable look in his eyes, he took in your beauty under the golden light...

You reached up, gently threading your fingers through his hair, cherishing the softness of his dark locks beneath your touch.

Hytham's heart skipped a beat at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. He let out a low, almost inaudible sigh, closing his eyes momentarily as he enjoyed the sensation of your touch. It was a simple gesture, but it felt intimate and tender, a connection that seemed to deepen with every passing moment.

He swallowed, his words barely above a whisper as he spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability and tenderness."I've long kept my heart guarded, hidden beneath the weight of duty and the shadows of my past," Hytham murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes remained closed, savoring the intimacy of your touch, the way your fingers threaded through his hair with such gentleness.

"But with you," he continued softly, opening his eyes to meet yours, "it feels as though the walls I've built around myself are slowly crumbling. Your presence... your touch... they awaken something within me that I thought I had lost."

His admission hung in the air, vulnerable yet filled with an honesty that spoke of deeper emotions. The golden light of the setting sun cast a warm glow over both of you, lending an almost ethereal quality to the moment.

You felt your heart swell with tenderness at his words, understanding the weight they carried. Gently, you let your hand caress his cheek, your touch conveying comfort and acceptance. "Hytham," you whispered, your voice soft with emotion, "you don't have to carry that weight alone anymore. I'm here, and I want to share whatever burdens you carry."

Hytham's gaze softened at your words, and he reached up, gently resting his hand over yours as it gently caressed his cheek.

"Thank you," he murmured sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude. "For seeing beyond the surface, for... for accepting me."

You nodded, a small smile touching your lips as you met his gaze with unwavering compassion. "You've shown me glimpses of who you are beneath the armor, Hytham," you replied softly. "And what I see... it's someone deserving of love and happiness."

The evening breeze stirred around you, carrying with it the quiet intensity of the moment. You stood together, bathed in the fading light of the sun, united in a bond that grew deeper with each shared revelation and tender touch.

When the world around you settled into dusk, you knew that this moment marked a new chapter—a chapter where walls crumbled, hearts opened, and the promise of a future filled with understanding and love blossomed under the gentle caress of an evening's embrace.

[magstorrn]

not the asgard section of ac valhalla being the reason i finally start liking sigurd

[gale-dekarios]

finally bought ac: black flag after hemming and hawing over it for MONTHS. according to my friends ill really relate to the main character, so hopefully ill enjoy it.

[averageapplepie]

I know Kassandra is the canon protagonist for AC Odyssey and I love her, but playing the isle of skye arc in AC Valhalla makes me miss my boy Alexios T—T

[sameoldsin]

I'm glad elden ring won Game lbr how could they pick anything else