#male!eivor x you

[littlefreya]

Hi Freya! If you have the time, I was wondering if you had any recommendations for some August Walker fics, whether by you or another writer, it doesn’t matter to me. Most of the fics I’m finding recently make him out to be rough, animalistic, and cruel (which makes sense cause he was the villain after all lol). But they also include non-con, degradation, etc, which I’m not comfortable with. Don’t get me wrong! Stories with those elements are fine! It’s just not my cup of tea, personally. And I do like rough August, but I guess it’s more in the sense of him being rough to his enemies and being soft, sweet, and super protective of his sweet and innocent girl. Does that make sense? I’m sorry if it doesn’t, and for the rambling, to this day I still get nervous and panicky whenever I write an ask. 😅 Hope you have a great day! 🥰

Hey love, no need to be nervous about sending an ask. We are all just humans here :) 💖

I have several August stories where August is a pure softy - smut and non smut included.

List below the cut

Smut 🔥🔥🔥

Velvet Chains - Soft!August x Reader (smut. August Walker as a sex-worker, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, a depiction of bodily fluids, soft!August themes, a tinge of angst and August’s monster c… ) - For a generous fee, August Walker is yours. A man devout to pleasure, who will worship you for an entire night and make sure your first time is more than memorable. 

Whiskers and Wet Silk - August comes home to find his princess watching Shadow and Bone and simping for the General and gets a bit insecure…

A Perfect Day - August Walker x Reader (smut to heavy fluff. Mentions of oral sex performed on a woman, male masturbation, and bodily fluids.) A perfect day in rural italy with the most dangerous CIA agent on earth. 

Pink Umbrella - August x Reader (Fluff to smut, soft!August Walker, DD/LG, thigh riding, gloves fetish (it’s a thing now), dirty talk, a tint of angst and slight twist ending.) August is on a mission in beautiful Paris and had you join the ride, but while he wants you to stay safe at the hotel, you have other ideas.

Gentle Monsters - August x Reader (smut, vaginal fingering, groping, grinding, cock grabbing, virginity. SoftDom vibes. August is the big bad wolf, but he can be soft for the right woman) It’s your first date with agent Walker, and things get a little too raunchy, but you are not ready to go all the way… 

One more touch before we die August x OFC (Explicit smut, romance) Set in a cabin on the mountain, August and his woman make passionate, desperate love. Sense Challange - Touch

Bourbon and Candy August x OFC (Explicit Smut, size kink, daddy kink) After a frustrating day at work, August just wants to sit down and enjoy his princess, in any way possible.

Poison Honey - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, a “thrill of the chase” if this may trigger anyone and mild alcohol use.) Everyone around you is too busy getting drunk and making out, while you are just dying for this dreadful Christmas party to be over. But just as you plan to leave, you catch the eye of a very hungry August Walker. 

Fluff 🌈🍧🧁

Kiss it Better - August Walker x OFC (3rd person POV Fluffy, sticky, gooey fluff and floof with a tint of naughty suggestion)  August takes care of his girl after she fell

Monster August Walker x OFC (Romance) They call him a monster, but he is your monster    

Eivor - August Walker x ofc (Fluff)   August Walker wore many masks and had done horrible things but never in his life he imagined he would become someone’s father.

Shelter - August x Reader (Strictly soft sticky fluff) Lazy morning cuddles with August 

Something Wicked - August Walker x Reader (Fluff) August sleeps tightly and you decide to exploit the situation. 

Angel, can you hold me? - Soft!August x ofc (Angst to fluff) Bad guys need to be held as well

No More Tears - August Walker x OFC (August’s POV, Angst) On a cold autumn night, August muses over the girl he lost.

Behind Blue Eyes - August Walker x OFC (August’s POV,  angst, bad language, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a breakup, longing, love, heartache. August being poetic AF and August being a prick and stealing candy. ) Beaten and broken, August Walker walks the streets of an unnamed city while he is taken by sudden longing.

Some drabbles

August doesn’t like it when his princess is sad (fluff)

Soft Tender August - August x Reader (Fluff, aftercare)

August singing Sinatra to you - August x Reader (Fluff)

Watching porn with August - August x Reader (mutual masturbation)

Forever Yours - August loves his cuddly princess

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

Amongst hidden ruins Part 2.

The stroy continues after a decade!! I'm so sorry it took me this long to get back to writing but gradiating university took a lot out of me and my creative side kinda died for a good half year or so. I try to get back to fic qriting slowly, so please be patient with me if it feels floppy first lmfao. I feel like when i need to re-learn ice skating every winter lol

Pairing: Hytham x reader

Genre: fluff, awkward fluff, idiots in love

Warnings: none

Note: Idk, I just love the idea of Basim being a gossip girl. There's a reason he's the reincarnation of the God of Mischief , just saying. Part 1 is here babes

It all happened a week ago. It's been a week since you last brought up the topic. Over the course of the days, whenever you met Hytham your conversations never turned to this topic. You didn't want to broach the subject, but you secretly hoped you'd hear from him soon – you nearly jumped out of your skin at the thought of finally being able to explore the surrounding areas, all with Hytham in tow. 

Clenching your teeth, you tensed your muscles as you tried to pull the wolf skin as tight as possible which Petra asked you to stretch for her to dry. You were trying to tie the last knot on the wood dryer when you heard the sound of heavy boots behind you. Wiping your forehead when you were done, you turned back to greet the newcomer.

To your greatest surprise Basim looked back at you, clasping his hands in front of him and walking in your direction.

"Greetings." He nodded standing next to you, shaking his dark mane as he tilted his head to the side to look over at your work behind you. "I see that today's hunting also turned out excellently." He smiled, motioning at the skin.

"He was a strong beast, but Petra and Eivor quickly put him down. It was supposed to be the male that took one of Ake's goats." You answered with satisfaction as if you could have brought down the game yourself.

"Oh, I thought you caught it yourself..." Basim pursed his lips and looked at you with pity in his voice. "After all, you are the one who is preparing the skin now. The glory should belong to you, not just the dirty work."

His words hit you harder than they should have, even if that wasn't his intention. You exhaled tensely, grimacing as you glanced towards the forest.

"Eivor...don't let me go too far from here. And there are few game near Ravenstorpe, we scare them away." You explained with growing annoyance. Even Basim, who mostly stays out of the clan's affairs and happenings, noticed your limitations, which your brother imposed on you. Even he sees the wasted opportunity.

"Ah, siblings. They always want the best for you in the worst way." He lamented, stepping next to you, and now you were watching the movements of the green forest together. "And yet, it is rather unfair, considering that he and Sigurd have already traveled almost all over England."

"I'm not a child anymore, it's time to let go of my hands and let me experience the world myself." You continued dejectedly when you suddenly noticed yourself. Gasping, you put your palm to your mouth and looked apologetically at Basim.

"I'm really sorry Basim, I didn't want to bother you with my family's problems!" You excused yourself and felt your ears burning with shame.

The older man sneered at you from the side, and with a chortle, he turned to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Come on. No need to explain.I myself took part in those... family disagreements, so I understand exactly when the accumulated words would be released from a person's heart. You can trust me, I'm a great keeper of all kinds of secrets." He assured me cheerfully, accompanied by a wink.

"How about I try to talk to Eivor. We've crossed paths several times - I've been there for him as much as he's been there for me. Maybe he'll make an exception for me just once."

Hearing his words ignited a fresh spark in your heart - an ember of hope.

"Really?" You beamed. "Would you do it Basim?"

He nodded with a gleeful giggle. "Well, of course. I'm an advocate myself, young people should be allowed to live, that's the only way they learn."

Without thinking twice you jumped onto him, arms tightly embracing the leathers and linens around his neck. He let out a surprised huff, but was quick to pat your shoulder blades for encouragement.

"However, I doubt he would let you go on his own. I know your brother well enough to know that this request would be beyond what he would allow." Basim warned as you released him from your embrace. But seeing the despondency on your face, he quickly raised his hand to stop you from the depressing thoughts.

"Hmmm, if I remember correctly…I have to travel with Eivor to Venonis in the next few days, so we can't accompany you as armed escort." Basim hummed and stroked his beard, looked up at the sky thoughtfully, then clicked his tongue as if lightning had struck him. "Ah, there it is! I'll leave Hytham for the current trip anyway, he'll accompany you!" He clapped his hands together in satisfaction.

Your head whipped up when you heard the name, heartbeat quickening.

Maybe Basim was a mind reader, maybe he sensed that this plan had been swirling in your mind for some time? You cleared your throat as you folded your arms in front of your chest, trying to hide your intense excitement and enthusiasm.

"That's fine. Hytham can come too if he wants to… After all… quite a pleasant conversationalist, if I'm right." After some thought, you agreed, nodding casually.

Basim bowed slightly at your answer and you seemed to catch a half-hearted smile from the corner of his mouth, but you weren't sure.

"So I'll talk to them for your sake." He promised as he set off. "Look for Hytham tomorrow, agree on the way to go!" He added it over his shoulder and walked away with it, leaving you with zigzagging, bubbling thoughts.

"It's a bit unusual for you to entrust this to me, Master." Hytham muttered as he cut himself and his master some of the bread to go with their dinner while sitting at his table. "Eivor is usually the one who provides us with the scrolls and the location of the offices…"

With a curt nod, Basim took the offered food.

"Yes, but the location is already known. You just need to search, and anyone is good for that, not just Eivor. Besides, he has already promised to help me. He will come with me to Venonis." Basim sometimes surprised himself how easy it was for him to tell half-truths.

"Venonis? What are you doing there?" His young apprentice raised his eyebrows in doubt.

Basim giggled as he bit into the crust of the fresh bread.

"Sometimes you have to leave a little mystery in your life, Hytham."

"Alright then. Tell me when I should leave?" Hytham agreed submissively.

"You mean: you and your companion are leaving." Basim corrected, chewing hard on the crust. "Given your injury, Eivor and I thought it best to have someone accompany you."

"An escort? And who will it be?"

A new tingling sensation took over your stomach. The song of the unknown called you seductively, intoxicatingly, as you urged your horse to reach Hytham. The early morning fog still hadn't lifted, shrouding the ground and distant landscapes in a mysterious twilight. It was exciting and encouraging - new experiences awaited you, and perhaps a new era of your life. The fact that you will explore these undiscovered parts of your life with Hytham was just icing on the cake.

"Tell me one more time where we're going, please!" You stepped next to the man with your horse, scanning the surrounding area.

“The temple where the scrolls were hidden once stood here as the temple of Pluto. It was built by the Romans when they held the Saxon lands under vassalage." Hytham explained, sometimes glancing at you to see if you were paying attention to him.

"It's amazing how far those peoples have come." You pondered. "My people were born on the sea, we have learned to rule the waves, so it is easy for us to raid and plunder. But those you are talking about didn't make a living from it." 

"Raid or conquest - the essence is the same. Acquiring land, treasure and servants, right?” Hytham replied back.

You stared at the stirrups with pursed lips.

"Everyone wants to make a living from something. Either you trample others, or they trample you.” You recalled one of your lessons that your brother Sigurd taught you.

"Well, for a moment, you have become as philosophical as Master Basim." Hytham laughed to himself, you giggling along too.

"People have always lived this way. You will survive, or your fate will be lost in the threads of the Norns. In this world, you will not find someone who would help his fellows from his heart, if he does not benefit from it..."

“Well… you're helping me right now.” Hyhtem began with a half smile on his face. "And I don't think you'll get any use out of this trip, other than smelling like horsehair for days."

Before you could think about what the appropriate answer would be, your mind was overtaken by your honesty.

"You are here for me." You blurted out; with a sheepish smile, and when you realized the weight of your words, you blushed and added: "At least I can learn more about the secrets of the past..."

Hytham almost choked at your words; he had to pretend to clear his throat a few times to hide the rising shyness and surprise from you.

"Yes Yes. And…it gives me great pleasure. Talking to you… about history.”

By the time the sun rose to its full glory, you too had reached your destination. The temple, or rather what remained in its place, stood out from the green hills with a blinding whiteness. Huge marble columns towered over your head and stretched across the ground – a reminder that even things meant to last forever will come to an end.

Getting off your saddle, stretching your limbs, you stepped next to Hytham admiring the ruin as well.

"It was once a place of power and influence, where people gathered to pay their respects to their mighty Gods." The man spoke, voice filled with awe and admiration. "And see that everything they tried to maintain has been lost to obscurity."

"But their songs remain." Turning to the man, you gave him a gentle smile. "Our songs live on forever."

"You speak the truth. At the end of everything, what will be important is what we handed over to the children. Not what we built." As you stood next to him, a light whiff brought the scent of Hytham to you. It was rich, warm, and spicy, that permeates every ounce of your body and never leaves.

"The scroll we came for…" The man continued, heading towards the ruins. You only became aware of its absence when the scent began to fade. Quickly following him, you caught up before he could notice your hesitation.

"Go ahead." You coughed, nodding your head.

"From what Eivor said, they were mostly hidden on the lower levels. So let's start the search there."

Stepping over the pavement, you were struck by the coolness of the marble, and the eery silence that sharply echoed the sound of your footsteps.

A part of the ceiling exposed to desolation had collapsed, and now only the rays of the sun filtered through those parts, covering everything around you in semi-darkness.

Before you could sneak in; Hytham lit a torch, covering the walls and your faces in orange.

The center of the square was occupied by the recess of a pool, its worn tiles glinting blue and green in the firelight.

As you got closer, you recognized the patterns that ran along its floor - fish, crabs, and seal-like creatures told their ancient stories.

"There." Hytham pointed to a corner of the pool. An iron grate lay sunk into the floor, covered in brown rust in striking contrast. "That will be the expiration date."

Stepping closer, Hytham handed the torch to you, then reaching over the grate pulled a rope from his belt.

With quick movements, he tied it over one of the iron bars, then motioned to step back, turning towards you.

Straightening up, he wrapped the other part of the rope around his hand and, straining, began to pull it up. After a while, accompanied by an ear-splitting creak, the grate began to give way, slowly rising, revealing the yawning darkness it covered. You wondered for a moment - did the lattice give in so easily because of its corruption, or was Hytham so strong that he could stretch it on his own.

The answer to your question soon came when the grate hit the ground with a loud thud. Not many people will be able to move it from there...

Gasping, Hytham turned to you and was about to open his mouth to ask you to stay behind, let him do the dangerous task alone, but you already pushed the torch into his hand, walking to the edge of the hollow.

"Is that a good idea if you—"

"Give me the rope, the grid will hold my weight." You turned back to him, eyes shining, ready for your next adventure.

You barely had to climb down a few feet, the soles of your boots hit soft, muddy ground. You reached a tunnel in which you only had to crane your neck slightly to stop.

Hytham, on the other hand, had to crouch forward when he landed next to you.

Congolese silence, yawning darkness surrounds you if not for the light from the torch.

"Do you feel this?" You turned to him whispering. "There's an air draft."

Hytham peered forward, at first the heat of the torch prevented him from feeling anything but the sensation that warmed the right side of his face, yet when he pushed it forward, a soft, icy blast hit his face.

"We have to go." He nodded and confidently stepped forward, not wanting you to be the first to face the danger before them.

"You know, you don't have to be scared for me, Hytham."

You smiled as you followed him. It was as if you could feel what was going on in his mind and heart. "I train together with Eivor, maybe I haven't been in the field much, but maybe I can still cope with the dark."

"Forgive me," Hyhtem answered politely, but his voice rang with unyielding confidence. "but it is my duty to know you, no matter how great the danger we are facing. After all, you're only here because of me. It is my responsibility to protect you.”

"I don’t object then.." You nodded, softening, watching the light movement of his figure as he glided through the shadows with the elegance of a deft cat.

Somewhere you heard the squealing of rats, mixed with the hum of the air duct, and the rhythm of a rumbling coming from deeper.

"Could these have been on a ventilation duct a long time ago?" You gasped out loud, not far behind his side.

"Or secret flights." Hyhtem looked around as he examined the burn marks on the walls.

"Secret passageways under temples..." You raised an eyebrow at the suggestion.

"Secret passages under the enemy's feet." Hyhtem nodded.

Suddenly, the man in front of you stopped, raising his free arm back, he grabbed your arm so you wouldn't trip over him. You braked with a soft squeal, swaying from the sudden stop, you grabbed his hand to keep from falling.

"The corridor ends, there are no stairs leading down." The man informed, turning back to you.

Your hand didn't let go of his arm, you waited for the next moments by holding it close to you. Stepping back, he made room for you to step next to him, to survey the revealing, yawning depth. You found yourself at the height of the ceiling of a huge room, the shadows of various shapes loomed below in the darkness. There were no stairs or ladders - the way down was shown by cuts carved into the wall, which may have once held steps.

Hyhtem held the torch in the air, illuminating the room. The shapes of tables, shelves, and statues stood silently at the bottom of the room, perhaps for centuries, when they were last touched by humans.

As you acknowledged the images spread out in front of you, your hand remained firmly on his - your fingers intertwined on the wrist, your fingertips holding the back of his hand.

Hytham noticed this too but said not a word; he observed in awe how your hand rests on his, how much smaller it is, how easily he could close it in his palm. He had to remind himself to keep his muscles from moving so he wouldn't involuntarily lace his fingers with yours.

The moment was over, too quickly for his liking - surveying the terrain, you stepped back to within a safe distance, your warm touch leaving a stinging chill behind.

"Do you think we can go down here?" You inquired, watching the trenches running below you.

"We will have to." Hyhtem nodded, blinking widely to jog his memory. "Focus on your footsteps!" He gave a warning, although he meant it more as an instruction to himself. He has to pay attention, especially now that every move could cost you your lives.

What's the point of a warm touch, if the hand that caresses it can get cold forever because of carelessness?

You nodded, your heart pounding as you took the first step into the depths beneath you. The gaping darkness seemed to swallow you, each shadow playing tricks on your mind, as you kept moving forward. Hyhtem's breathing was steady, a comforting rhythm amidst the chaos.

Taking a deep breath, you began the careful descent, feeling the weight of the silence around you. 

[kavtsuki]

everything i post will have adequate warnings and tags applied, but for the safety of everyone here i ask that you please make sure to read this post carefully before sending in a request. requests are currently : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 !!

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 : 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

i write fluff, angst, smut, headcanons ❪ max five characters ❫, drabbles, alternate universes, and short stories ❪ 5k+ words ❫.

i post some taboo content that anyone under the age of eighteen is not allowed to like, reblog, or interact with. those types of posts will have a "minors do not interact" on it.

i also write stuff that may include age gaps, poly/threesome+, dubcon, incest, toy play, light bdsm, breath play, praise and light degradation, supernatural ❪ i.e. omegaverse, werewolf, vampire, etc. may include knotting in certain cases ❫, choking, stepcest, mommy/daddy kink ❪ to an extent ❫, and dacryphilia.

i will not write about cheating �� on the reader's behalf ❫, manipulation, abuse, etc. however, i will write about the reader being cheated on ❪ although not explicitly; mostly just mentioned in passing ❫.

i write strictly male!character x fem! or gn!reader !! i do not write character x character pairings.

i highly suggest reading the warnings on every story that i create in case anything included is possibly triggering for you as a reader. do not proceed to read any story of mine before you have safely comprehended what you are about to read.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE . . . harry james potter, ronald weasley, neville longbottom, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, theodore nott, dean thomas, fred weasley, george weasley, bill weasley, cedric diggory, oliver wood, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, sebastian sallow and ominis gaunt.

THE BAD BATCH . . . all of the bad batch members ❪ excluding omega ❫.

DC UNIVERSE . . . bruce wayne ❪ gotham version, battinson version, and comics version ❫, jason todd ❪ red hood, titans, and arkham knight version ❫, dick grayson ❪ nightwing, young justice, and titans version ❫, tim drake ❪ young justice and comics version ❫, damian wayne ❪ comics version ❫, wally west ❪ young justice version ❫, garfield logan ❪ titans version ❫, conner kent ❪ titans and young justice version ❫, and jaime reyes ❪ young justice version ❫.

GOD OF WAR . . . kratos, heimdall, brok, sindri, thor, freyr, mimir ❪ before  beheading ❫ and baldur.

ASSASSIN'S CREED: VALHALLA . . . male!eivor varinsdottir, sigurd styrbjornson, vili hemmingson, hrolfr/rollo, ubba ragnarsson, hytham, basim ibn ishaq, otta sluggason, aelfred the great, and leofrith.

MARVEL UNIVERSE . . . bucky barnes ❪ the winter soldier ❫, stephen strange ❪ doctor strange ❫, peter parker ❪ andrew garfield and tom holland’s versions ❫, and pietro maximoff ❪ quicksilver ❫.

HAIKYUU . . . all of karasuno, all of nekoma, all of aoba johsai, all of date tech, all of shiratorizawa, and all of inarizaki. other characters include takeru nakashima from wakutani south, yuudai hyakuzawa from kakugawa high, suguru daishou, kouji hiroo and isumi sakishima from nohebi academy, and sakusa kiyoomi and motoya komori from itachiyama institute.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA . . . all of class 1-A and all of the league of villains. other characters include mirio togata and tamaki amajiki from the big three, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, sen kaibara, and neito monoma from class 1-B, hitoshi shinsou from the department of general education, yo shindo from ketsubutsu academy, inasa yoarashi from shiketsu high, and pro heroes shouta aizawa ❪ eraserhead ❫, keigo takami ❪ hawks ❫, taishiro toyomitsu ❪ fatgum ❫, toshinori yagi ❪ all might ❫, enji todoroki ❪ endeavor ❫, tensei iida ❪ original ingenium ❫, and mirai sasaki ❪ sir nighteye ❫.

JUJUTSU KAISEN . . . inumaki toge, gojou satoru, chousou, ryoumen sukuna, kento nanami, junpei yoshino, aoi todo, itadori yuuji, and megumi fushiguro.

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS . . . all of the armed detective agency and all of the port mafia. other characters include edgar allan poe and mark twain from the guild, and fyodor dostoevsky from the decay of angels.

DEMON SLAYER . . . tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, and giyuu tomioka. other characters include kyoujurou rengoku from the hashira group, genya shinazugawa also from the demon slayer corp, and yushiro the demon.

KUROKO NO BASKET. . . all of seirin high school. all of the generation of miracles, yukio kasamatsu from kaijou high school, takao kazunari from shuutoku high school, tatsuya himuro from yousen high school, and reo mibuchi and kotarou hayama from rakuzan high school.

ATTACK ON TITAN . . . all of the scout regiment. other characters include marco bodt, moblit berner, and reiner braun and bertholdt hoover from the marleyan warriors.

TOKYO REVENGERS . . . manjiro sano ( mikey ), takashi mitsuya, shinichiro sano, naoto tachibana, ken ryuguji ❪ draken ❫, atsushi sendo, chifuyu matsuno, baji kaisuke, kazutora hanemiya, ran haitani, rindou haitani, nahoya kawata ❪ smiley ❫, hajime kokonoi, wakasa imaushi, and souya kawata ❪ angry ❫.

OBEY ME . . . lucifer, mammon, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, simeon and diavolo.

VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDERS . . . keith kogane, lance mcclain, and lotor.

MYSTIC MESSENGER . . . hyun ryu ❪ zen ❫, yoosung kim, jumin han, saeyoung choi ❪ seven/707 ❫, jihyun kim ❪ v ❫, and saeran choi ❪ ray/unknown ❫.

OTHERS . . . leon kennedy + chris redfield + carlos oliveira + ethan winters ❪ resident evil ❫,  joel miller + tommy miller ❪ the last of us - video game version only ❫, steve harrington + eddie munson ❪ stranger things ❫, rick grimes + daryl dixon ❪ the walking dead ❫.

[chubthings-by-georgie]

modern au chubby Eivor headcanons!!

(male Eivor x hobby chef reader)

• hes real soft, thick all over but a big heavy gut (thats where all the mead and burgers go…)

• yes, that man loves burgers. He had to be introduced to them though. He used to just kinda go around forgetting to eat but after you started cooking for him and showing him love through big hearty meals, the pounds have started to pack on and he’s developed a love for food

• No matter what, his favorite to eat is your home cooking since you take such good care of him. Big breakfasts, lunches piled high, hearty dinners full of all the most amazing high calorie meals that you pour your love into, and you never hesitate to serve him seconds… thirds… etc

• Eivor always tries to return the favor and makes sure you know he appreciates you in the most romantic ways possible. He’s always there to protect you, too and the extra mass he’s put on has turned him into practically a boulder.

• Eivor has lots of lazy weekends with you now, usually just spent napping for hours… and then eating… and then napping off whatever he ate. Of course, he’s still the party animal we all know and love

• He likes to go out with you and his friends to ‘bar and grill’ type places since they’ve got a lot to snack on while he chugs down endless beer and mead. All of it goes straight to his belly and that means lots of belly rubs later on

• Eivor likes to try new foods now and he never backs down to a challenge. He claims to be fearless in all ways of life, yet sometimes it manages to get him into a bit of trouble… like when he gets roped into silly things maybe involving hot wings or potentially dangerous flashy foods. The man will eat anything. Unfortunately, he isn’t immune to hot sauce. So, after being dared to try the bar’s self proclaimed ‘hottest wings in the country,’ he suffered the consequences of his overconfidence. Luckily, that just meant he could spend the rest of the evening with you, eating endless ice cream.

•He’s always randomly carrying lots of things around, but ever since finding a new love for food, he’s carrying around endless snacks now. That man always manages to be munching on something and its adorable. Imagine Sigurd’s face when he asks his younger brother to ‘be serious for once’ and there’s Eivor, unable to answer because he’s stuffed his face with cookies he’d magically found in a bag in his pocket and is loudly crunching. Of course, they were homemade by you, with love, and packaged up specially so he’d have something to fill his big belly during the day.

thats all for now but UGH HES SO HOT AND CUTE! definitely will be posting more soon ❤️❤️❤️ and i do answer questions/take requests

thank you @namjoonscutetummy for inspiring me

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Alexios: Bow Study || Bright Colours || On Holidays || Head Studies Brasidas: Collection || In ‘Spartan Scene.’ || Wreathed in Gold I || Being Woken || At the Beach || Like a Saint || Like a French girl? || Black and White || Wreathed in Gold II || Head Studies || Watching the Wrestling || Contemplation || Pomegranate Nikolaos Thaletas: Thaletas || Head Studies Herodianos: Character Design Ship: Thalexios - Beneath the Trees || Fic Cover: Love Me in Storms || Tender Ship: Alexidas - Collection || Trying New Things || A Private Moment || Stormy Seas || Forehead Kisses || On Holidays || A Shady Spot || PFPs || Brasideia 2023 || Oof Ship: Alexithenes: One Night in Athens Ship: Herodietas - Painting

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Male Eivor: Armour Study collection || Armour Study 1 || Armour Study 2 || Head study Ubba Ragnarsson: Collection Ship: Ubba x male Eivor: Collection || An Intent Look Sunniva Ivarr & Halfdan Ragnarsson

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Hades (Game): Ares: Collection || Modern Ares Ship: Thanares Ship: Zagares - In Elysium The Sandman: Dream of the Endless (Trapped) Pyre (Game): Volfred Sandalwood

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Roman:

Hand of Fortuna (published novel): Lartia || Lartia tipsy Gates of Janus (WIP novel): Titus Lartius || Titus Lartius and Juventa

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The Good Spartan (fanfic, on AO3): Antidas: Collection || Scene - Panel One || Pose Studies || Smiling || Redesign (w/ short hair) Adimantos: Collection || Pose Studies || Relaxing Bardas

Hollow Lakedaimon (WIP novel): Eukleidas

Spartan Scenes: In the Gym || It Started with a Thwack || The Palaestra (Trad media) || WIP The Gymnasium || Training the Horses || Adimantos, Brasidas, Antidas

Ancient art redraws:  Spartans Hunting Boar ||

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Arity (WIP novel) : Jimmy || Two Portraits The Artist (WIP novel): Fred || Agricultural Worker (1920's) Lief & Ember (Minecraft OCs) : Sleeping || Lief portrait Colour Studies: Man in Sea || Sadulaev (Olympic Wrestler)

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Colourful Things: Colourful eggs || Egg = Olive? || Colourful Things ||Trees || Flowers in the Clouds || Olive Tree || More Colourful Things|| Symbolic self-portrait ||

Realism: Landscapes: Ancient World (sketches) || Sparta ||

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Like Assassin’s Creed Odyssey and Origins before it, Assassin’s Creed Valhalla continues the series trajectory into a full-fledged open-world RPG. Though Ubisoft has dug up some of its stealth-action roots to make that style more appealing, Valhalla’s focus is on the absolutely massive recreation of Dark Ages England, brought to life with stunning beauty and a level of detail I’ve rarely seen. It’s been an impressive showcase for the Xbox Series X (and presumably the PlayStation 5, but Ubisoft only gave us access to the Xbox version ahead of launch), playing in 4K and a near-constant 60 frames per second. You have to put up with some new progression system ideas that don’t quite deliver, and an abundance of bugs, but there’s a staggering number of things to do, explore, and discover in and around Valhalla’s more atmospheric storytelling.

Assassin’s Creed Valhalla’s story follows Eivor, a male or female Norse Viking who grows up with a chip on their shoulder and vengeance in their heart after some particularly dastardly events in the opening cinematic. From those starting moments, the table is set and soon you and your brother Sigurd are off on a grand adventure to England, a land ripe with wealth and glory, and already well-integrated with Danes and Norse from years of Viking invasion and conquest. That sets the stage for your arrival in England as you settle the land and forge alliances to protect and expand your fledgling homestead against the chaos and political dust storm of warring factions across England’s four kingdoms: Mercia, East Anglia, Northumbria, and Wessex.

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Assassin's Creed Valhalla walkthrough / Complete Guide

Assassin's Creed Valhalla Walkthrough: After a very successful episode in ancient Greece, Assassin's Creed tackles this time the Viking era. With Assassin's Creed Valhalla puts us in the shoes of one of these fierce warriors from the north. The formula does not necessarily change, and the title retains the structure of the two previous episodes. With a large open world to explore, multiple choices in the quests. And above all a whole bunch of secrets to discover. We have prepared several guides and tips that will help you progress well in the game. As well as an FAQ that will answer the most frequently asked questions about the game.

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FAQ (Frequently Asked Questions)

Here are many answers to the most frequently asked questions about Ubisoft's next game.

On what dates and on which platforms will Assassin's Creed Valhalla be released?

The game release for PC, PlayStation 4, Xbox One, Stadia, and Xbox Series X | S on November 10, 2020, and on PlayStation 5 on November 19.

How will we benefit from Next-Gen enhancements?

The PS5 version of the game will be available for free to owners of a PS4 version. Note that if you have the disc version of the game, you will not be able to get the upgrade on a digital PS5. On Xbox consoles, the game will benefit from Smart Delivery with an improvement reaching 4K and 60 fps, just like on PS5.

Do you need to have played previous Assassin's Creed games to play Valhalla?

For several years, each episode has been more or less independent of the others. Therefore, it is quite possible to play this opus first. The only narrative link that recurs between the episodes is that of the story situated in our modern era. Which justifies the dive into the Animus and into the different historical eras. However, this aspect of the storyline has been very incidental for a few episodes and does not interfere with the overall understanding of the game's storyline.

What is the historical background of Assassin's Creed Valhalla?

The game will immerse us in the era of the Vikings, with their conquests and their longships in the ninth century around 870 AD Several characters who really existed will be present such as Alfred the Great, king of the region of Wessex in England. The game will also take place in Norway, the starting point for an epic journey through your colony in search of better living conditions.

How big will Assassin's Creed Valhalla be?

After some stammering, the creators announced that the game's map will be slightly larger than that of Odyssey, the previous installment, not least because they created a large part of England (with mainly three cities London, Winchester, and York) but also from Norway.

In addition, recent images have shown the presence of the two mystical lands of Asgard and Jotunheim, without further details regarding their extent.

What is the name of the main character of Assassin's Creed Valhalla?

The player will have the task of playing as Eivor, a hero who can be both male or female. Moreover, it will be possible to change it at any time during the game.

The character can be personalized (hair, beard, clothes, tattoos, etc.) but not his face itself. You can also let the Animus choose the gender of the character depending on the moments of the game, making the whole a bit less coherent in the end. We can also recruit a second, who will follow us in all our raids and that we can also customize.

What about the choice dialogue system?

Being an integral part of the last games of the license, the dialogues of choice will obviously be back in this new opus. With the ability to act on ongoing quests based on your answers, these choices will also allow you to start romances with other characters, pushing back the RPG components of the game even further.

Will we be able to lead longships in Assassin's Creed Valhalla?

After the ultra-important presence of boats in the previous Assassin's Creed Odyssey game, maritime navigation will be back with the possibility of navigating the legendary Viking longships, in rivers narrower and winding than the expanses of the Greek islands. Naval battles will also be back, to a lesser extent than in previous games.

What items will Eivor's arsenal be made of?

Multiple weapons will be available such as swords or axes (with the possibility of throwing them towards your enemies), but also spears or even shields or bows. It will now be possible to fight with a weapon in each hand (can be combined at will).

Unlike previous games, each piece of armor will be unique and you can improve it while you personalize it excessively.

What is the major argument in the communication of Assassin's Creed Valhalla?

Just like in Assassin's Creed III, in particular, you will be able to create and improve your colony. Eivor will be the leader and your improvements obtained will allow you to recruit various people around the world (blacksmiths, tattooists, warriors, etc.) with the possibility of customizing some.

It is important to know that the colony will be the central hub of the map, around which the regions to be explored and conquered will be decided. The buildings can be enlarged, improved and each decision taken can lead to future events. Mass fights will be back and you will be able to ally yourself with clans, in particular by organizing arranged marriages.

What happened to the eagle that accompanied us?

The help of an animal will be present again in this opus but it will not be an eagle but a black crow, more in connection with Norse mythology. In addition, the player will be even less guided in his objectives with fewer indications of places or objects indicated by the animal.

Will mythology make a comeback in this episode?

Nordic mythology will obviously be very present in this episode. We have already seen the first glimpses of the kingdoms of Asgard and Jotunheim, which will obviously be possible to visit in any way in the game. As for the mythology of the series, we still know little about it. , but everything suggests that the two mythologies will be linked.

Will the game have a multiplayer component?

No, the game will only be playable solo, Ubisoft is still cautious about incorporating such a component in an Assassin's Creed game. But by creating your second, you can share it with your friends and send it to help them in their raids in order to collect rewards for your game.

What is the lifespan of Assassin's Creed Valhalla?

In view of the previous games and the content promised to players in this new opus, we should not expect to fall below 50 hours of play if we are looking to obtain the coveted 100%.

Who composed the music for Assassin's Creed Valhalla?

The two main composers of the game are:

Jesper Kyd, who notably worked on the first Assassin's Creed. Sarah Schachner, to whom we owe the music of Assassin's Creed Origins. We also find Einar Selvik who had participated in the soundtrack of the Vikings series.

Are expansions already planned for Assassin's Creed Valhalla?

Yes, a Season pass, included in the Gold editions, includes new locations, costumes, or dedicated missions. These contents will be gradually available to fans over the months following the game's release.

The first expansion, La Colère des Druides, will be available in early 2021 and will take us to Ireland, while the second, The Siege of Paris, will plunge us, as its name suggests, right into the city of Paris, when the Vikings are trying to break through the impassable wall of the kingdom. More information in this article.

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What are the different editions of Assassin's Creed Valhalla?

Of course, there is a standard edition of the game. And Ubisoft offers several editions of Assassin's Creed Valhalla at different prices.

Assassin's creed valhalla: Standard Edition

$ 55.10 / € 44.99 / £ 38.88 / Rs 4,012.55

Assassin's creed valhalla: Ultimate Edition

$ 110.21 / € 89.99 / £ 77.77 / Rs 8,024.32

Assassin's creed valhalla: Gold Edition

$ 91.84 / € 74.99 / £ 64.81 / Rs 6,687.56

Assassin's creed valhalla + Immortals Fenyx Rising: Valhalla Fenyx Rising Bundle

$ 79.48 / € 64.89 / £ 56.09 / Rs 5,785.98

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What are the PC configurations of the game?

To see more clearly, Ubisoft has unveiled a summary table of the recommended or required configurations of the game.

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What will Assassin's Creed Valhalla offer in terms of accessibility?

The game promises to give pride of place to accessibility within particular many aspects such as difficulty levels, which will be divided to configure the gameplay phases according to the player profile. Thus, it will be possible to regulate differently the intensity of the fights and the difficulty of the phases of infiltration, as is the case in a lot of games currently.

In addition, the controls will benefit from many customization options including a setting of QTE, the size of the subtitles, or a colorblind mode. All options are listed on the publisher's official website.

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Game name: Assassin's Creed Valhalla Publisher: Ubisoft Developer: Ubisoft Montreal and 14 other studios Genre : Action / Adventure Price: € 69.99 Supports : PC, Stadia, PS4, Xbox One, Xbox Series X | S, PS5 Release date: November 19 on PS5 and November 10 on other platforms PEGI 18

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 20 - “I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed” || male!Eivor x fem!reader

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Summary: The pleasure of using you is something Eivor can't wait to experience.

Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 1180

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Dirty Talk

During the ride home after the huge feast Sigurd threw, you giggled and rubbed slowly on Eivor's thigh from behind as you nuzzled his back, sitting behind him on his horse.

As Eivor helped you off the horse and embraced you with his strong arm, leading you to his room in the great hall, he leaned over for a kiss, hungry for you like you were for him. The building was empty at this time of night since everyone was still celebrating and having fun by the mead with Sigurd, giving Eivor time to push you against a wall and raise your skirt.

While checking to ensure no one was around, Eivor unzipped his pants enough to pop his hard cock on out and slide your panties to the side. He jerked himself a few times, looking hard into your eyes. “You like it, Y/N? You want to feel my cock in your little pussy, don’t you?”

The lips of your pussy slipped over his tip in response, making both of you shiver. “Yes, Eivor,” you whispered, licking your lips. “I want you to possess me in every way possible.”

Eivor grunted as the tip of his shaft pushed past your warm lips, directly into your wet pussy. Sighing as he sank deep enough, he started setting a pace as his hands rested on your waist. One hand was shaking as he read your body, while the other pressed over his. He didn't try to stop the slapping; Eivor felt himself thrust faster, the noise getting a little louder in the hall, but he couldn't stop it. You bounced as if you wanted to ride him like a horse and yearned to be buried in his mattress.

With enough reserve, Eivor slipped out of you, putting his cock back into his pants and pulling your skirt down, so he could lead the way into his chamber. “I want to fuck you in my bed. You’re such a little horny cunt, aren’t you?”

“I’m all your, Eivor,” you jumped on him inside, taking off your coat, easily wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck and shoulders. Biting your lip, you bounced once again on his hidden cock, throbbing in wait to finally possess you; your feet touched the ground as your hand laced with his, leading him to bed. Grabbing your skirt waist, Eivor made sure you were close again, unclasping it until it spilled onto the ground. In panties still to the side, he saw how you dripped down your thighs and he reached to taste; sucking his fingers clean, he smirked at the blush covering your cheeks.

Eivor undid his pants and stroked himself. He watched as you shifted your panties off, exposing those legs nice and wide, your juices still dripping; Eivor watched as you licked your fingertips and slowly started circling your clit. Both of your breaths labored bit by bit, anxious to see who would be first to savour the other's sugared gloss.

A mischievous grin adorned Eivor's lips as he teased, "You seem ready for dessert, my little slut, craving my cock in your tight cunt."

At first, you nodded without saying anything, until you heard a breathy moan from him as he jerked himself for you. "I'm more than ready, Eivor, I need your hard dick inside of me," you barely whispered, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide for him to watch.

While imagining himself inside you, Eivor stood between your legs, the heat from your pussy making him bite his lip. "You have such a pretty pussy, little one," he praised. "One of the prettiest cunts I have ever seen." As Eivor smiled at you, he touched your wetness and guided your hand to touch his hard cock. Finding a rhythm, you both were able to get as close as possible for a kiss without moving faster. "Are you missing the feeling of me stretching your little pussy out? Oh yes, you are so famished for my cock, aren't you?"

As you both became more comfortable, you shook at the feeling of him, his body doing the same. 

You let out a pleasured groan as his fingers slipped inside of you. Inching him until he was lined up with your entrance again, your hand tightened around his throbbing cock as you rolled your head back at the feeling of his fingers fucking you slowly, making you even wetter.

“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you, Y/N?” He asked softly, lips parted. “Such a naught girl, a slut for my dripping cock.” Taking his hand away from your wet hole, Eivor heard a whimper of disappointment leaving your lips, though that turned into a whimper of lust as he pushed his tip deep and could feel you clench immediately around his shaft.

As Eivor held you in place, you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, and your legs squeezed his waist. When he threw himself back onto the bed, you took advantage of the situation and pushed him down in order to remain on top. Within seconds, your hands were on his chest, and you rode him hard without a moment's hesitation.

By gripping your hips so tightly, he forced you down, making your pussy swallow his member fully.

"That's it, baby. Give in," he panted, urging you on.

"Fuck… Fill me, Eivor, I need your seed filling my womb," you moaned. Those words came out without a second thought.

Faster you went, the tighter you felt. As Eivor steadied you, your insides gripped tightly onto his cock.

Holding you close, he sat up as you caught your breath; your foreheads touched softly, your hearts pounding. When Eivor leaned in for another kiss, your tongues met and slipped past to explore the other's mouth as your fingers held his bearded face, brushing through his loosened hair as your breathing got heavier.

Eivor flipped you over so you lay on your back, legs tightly around his hips as he thrust into you faster and harder than before. "That's it, dirty cunt," he whispered into your ear after kissing your neck. "Like me fucking your cunt like that, huh? Treating you like a whore, using you as I please?"

“Mark me,” you begged Eivor, rocking your hips back and forth in response to his thrusts. "Make me fucking yours, I want everyone to know I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed,” you pleaded dearly.

With Eivor coming inside you, your bodies started clapping louder as all his pent-up energy finally spilled out. His lips trembled as he whispered, pushing a few more times to spread all of his semen within you, "Oh, dear Odin, your cunt feels divine."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your voice muttering that you felt how hot his cum was and that his cock twitched in a way that made you shiver. As you slid back together, your warm pussy still wrapped tight around his softening shaft, you cuddled in the middle of the bed.

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Wife’s Touch Part 2 - Male!Eivor x Reader

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I actually really liked the first part... and I guess some people liked it too... I mean it actually got some notes

So! I sat and even when no one asked wrote part two

BIG AND AMAZING THANKS TO MY ONE AND ONLY @arthurbristow​ FOR CHECKING THIS MESS :3 LOVE YA!

It again pokes the main story SO BE WARNED! Just in case if someone didn’t finish the story yet.

Since Sigurd returned home, things changed. He changed. The good Jarl that loved his people dearly changed into a harsh leader.

It was hard to spot him outside his room like before, most of the time he spent away from everyone.

No one could blame him for this. Everyone heard that happen to him. They heard Eivor's story and the missing arm was a harsh reminder of the hard time Sigurd had been through.

Despite all this, people did their best to live their daily lives.

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You sat right outside the long house, enjoying the warm sun on your skin. This was what you needed, your body started to change and it needed rest.

Suddenly, there was a kiss placed on your forehead. Opening your eyes you saw a familiar person. Person you were bonded with in front of the Gods, many winters back.

"Enjoying the weather, I see. How do you feel my love?," Eivor asked, kneeling in front of you to place a kiss on your now bigger belly.

This was why you loved Eivor. Eivor was a ferocious warrior, strong and dangerous. He could split a man in half with one swing of his axe, he killed the whole army barehanded yet his soul was gentle and poet-like. Your husband was easily changing from warrior into loving man.

Your hand moved into his nicely done hair, of course they were nice. You made those braids yourself this morning. "I do enjoy the weather, love. I cannot spend whole days in our room. As much as I love our bed, staying there for too long can get boring."

"You never were the one to sit in place for too long. I remember when we were young, you were running around like a snow hare. It's even harder to forget what was happening once you started to wield the sword and shield," Eivor chuckled and placed one more kiss on your tummy before getting up to sit next to you.

You giggled as your thoughts returned to the times of childhood and the time when King Styrbjorn brought young Eivor to the settlement, announcing that the boy is now his son.

Your mother explained to you what happened and it became your goal to befriend that boy and make him smile again. You two became friends and then warriors, fighting, hand in hand. Later stuff went in an even better direction.

Your state was the proof of it.

"I know and I don't regret the past nor the present. I am more than happy to be by your side and carry your child."

Your husband gave you a smile and leaned in to place a kiss on your lips, which you gladly accepted.

The sweet moment was interrupted by someone clearing his throat.

It was Sigurd, of course he wanted something from his brother. "As much as I don't want to deprive a wife of her husband, I need to talk with Eivor."

You didn't want to let him go, not yet but there was no other choice.

Sigurd knew you for years, you were friends for years but in his current state you didn't want to unnecessarily get under his skin.

"Very well, I think the little one demands a nap. I'll see you soon,” you kissed Eivor's cheek before going back to the longhouse

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You used to be a warrior or just a useful person that liked to help around but since the pregnancy started you slept a lot. Thankfully now Eivor was in settlement on daily bases which made your sleep much calmer.

Your nap again took a few hours out of your life. You woke up to the pair of yellow eyes, watching you.

Of course the wolf was here. Giggling, you sat up and scratched Chewy behind his ears. "Aren't you a great companion?"

After some cuddles with the wolf you got up from bed and walked out of the room. You noticed Eivor standing over the map and talking to Randvi.

Walking closer you could hear their talk.

"It may be time to return to Norway. Sigurd is eager to see his father and... and beyond that, I do not know," Eivor said as he looked at the map.

"I have heard ill news about Styrbjorn in the past year. If you go, go with care," Randvi said.

You watched him nod and pierce the map with the dagger.

"We will leave now. And return as soon as we're able."

Those words made you freeze.

He wanted to go NOW? Back to Norway?! It was to travel for many days and gods know how long they will be there then they need to come back. You didn't want him to leave, you didn't want to be away from him.

Sigurd was mad and he followed him, what if they won't come back this time?

"Eivor...," Your voice already cracked.

He looked at you with those beautiful blue eyes and sighed.

Eivor didn't expect you to hear the talk, he wanted to go to you and explain it himself but here you were.

Your fragile figure shaking a little from the sudden wave or fear, eyes getting more and more shiny.

"My love...," He said quietly, moving closer to wrap his arms around you.

"I am sorry for leaving in such a rush. I wanted to tell you as soon as I was done talking to Randvi."

You nodded and nuzzled him, whimpering quietly.

"Why do you need to leave? I don't want you to go... Please stay with us,"

Honestly you had no idea where those feelings came from.

"Y/N. Listen to me," Eivor said quietly and pressed his forehead to yours.

"Whatever Sigurd is planning, I need to make sure my brother is safe. We will come back as soon as possible. I promise you that."

You looked at him, biting your lips. Of course he would follow Sigurd just... Why now? He was going mad and Eivor still went after him. You always thought that the bond between them was wonderful but this was too much.

"Eivor... I..."

"I know what you are thinking but you know you can trust me. Whatever he wants to do, I will make sure we are both safe," Eivor whispered, gently touching your cheek with his rough fingers.

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath, simply enjoying the touch and closeness.

After your nerves calmed down you opened your eyes and nodded with a soft smile.

"I trust you, Eivor."

"I swear on my honor. I will return to both of you, alive and well," He promised, touching your belly.

"Try not to... And I will pull you out from Valhalla myself," You muttered and Evior chuckled before pulling you into a slow kiss.

You returned the kiss, grabbing the hem of his cloak.

Soon he pulled away to place another kiss on your forehead. "Randvi will keep an eye on you."

"Of course I will. Everyone will. She will be safe Eivor," Randvi nodded, walking closer to the two of you.

"Travel safe and keep each other safe, Eivor. We will be waiting," She said, wrapping arms around your shoulders.

You smiled at Eivor and nodded.

"I will pray to Gods for a safe return. For both, you and Sigurd."

Eivor and you shared the last good bye and he left.

It still felt wrong, you wanted to have him close but you also couldn't keep him in one place for too long.

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Days had passed. Every day was almost the same.

You woke up with white beast in your bed, you prayed, you helped Randvi or anyone who needed help, you prayed, you waited in the docks and then ate and went to sleep.

Every day was full of unshown fear.

All you wanted was to get your husband back with you.

Your every moment was filled with quiet prayer. No matter what you were doing, the prayer was stuck in your head. "Please bring my husband and his brother back safely."

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One evening you decided to visit dear Valka and help her a little. Whatever could keep you busy was just perfect.

Valka smiled as soon as she saw you walking into her hut. "Y/N, how are you? And the little one?"

You returned the smile and nodded, touching your belly. "Everything is fine so far."

"I can feel you are worried. Scared even," She hummed.

You chuckled. Of course she would know, despite your smiles. It was Valka after all. Suddenly you were hugged.

"You don't need to worry. Eivor will come back to you. The night will be filled with happiness. Now come, I could use another pair of hands."

It was a mystery what she meant. She often liked to speak in riddles and you already got used to it.

The work Valka gave you was really easy. Nothing more than just organizing and preparing some of the herbs she collected during the day.

It was relaxing and the nice smell of plants smoothed your nerves.

"Y/N! Y/N! They are back!" Tove said happily as she walked inside the hut all excited.

You gasped and quickly went to the longhouse when Tove went to inform others.

The building was empty and quiet, illuminated by many torches but he was there.

Eivor stood there with Sigurd, he looked just as proud as always.

You thanked all the gods that both returned home happily.

"Eivor!,” You said happily and your feet immediately carried you to your husband.

"My love,” Eivor smiled and wrapped you in a hug as tight as possible of course without hurting you or the little one.

You nuzzled him and just then heard him hiss and groan. Pulling away you noticed some of the blood coating his tunic.

"It's alright my dear. It's nothing serious, we can take care of this later," he said as if he was hearing your thoughts.

Looking around he frowned. "We missed a great feast, it seems."

Then you realized your husband was right.

All the tables looked as if they were right after the feast or prepared for it to start. This was odd, since you did not recall any feast planned for tonight.

"Eivor..." Sigurd said getting your and Eivor's attention.

The older brother gestured to the throne. "Sit a moment... and rest."

"Sigurd." Eivor was unsure of it all. This wasn't his place, he wasn't much of a ruler.

"Go on, love," you said quietly and gently touched his shoulder, trying to encourage him.

Hesitantly Eivor walked to the throne and slowly took a seat on it, getting comfortable in the seat. He looked at his older brother who gave him an approving nod.

You couldn't stop looking at him.

Eivor looked so proud, perfect in this place. Even if he was always saying that he isn't a leader, you simply knew he was made for this. He will be a great jarl.

Randvi joined the three of you and after a brief talk about men's travel Tove brought everyone in.

"Eivor returned! Inside, at the hearth! Come!"

Sigurd decided to walk away and sit down at one of the tables

Few of the people carried torches, adding more light in the long house.

Giving Eivor a sweet smile you stepped aside to let Randvi speak.

"Eivor? Randvi? What is this? Is everything all right?,” Gudmund asked.

Randvi shook her and looked at Wolf Kissed over her shoulder.

"Our Jarl has returned... to lead us forward into an uncertain future. Will you speak to your people?"

Eivor looked at you for any kind of help. He looked nervous, not sure of it all.

You just gave him a sweet smile, assuring him that he can do it. After all, your husband did harder things than that.

"For love and joy, words can jade. Our souls must sound in a heartful song. And when... no, no," shaking his head he got up from the throne and walked closer to all the people he called friends.

"You are less mine than I am yours. And I ask of you only this, keep me honest in the times to come."

The Long House was quiet.

People looked at Eivor and each other.

The sudden change of Jarl was for sure a big surprise for everyone but it for sure wasn't unwelcomed.

Bragi broke the silien with a song and soon everyone joined, so did you.

In just a few minutes this special moment changed into a big feast.

Feast filled with family, friends, joy and singing.

It was hard to remember the last time that the whole settlement was so full of happiness.

Such moments were rare but they were honest, this was the most important.

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You and Eivor returned to your shared bedroom really late at night. Other people stayed up to have more fun but you needed your sleep and Eivor was happy to follow you.

"You didn't tell me about the wound," You frowned, noticing the wound on his belly.

Eivor looked down on the said wound; the souvenir of the fight with Basim.

He nodded and gave you a little smile.

"I did not because there was no need to worry you. This wound is shallow."

Letting out annoyed sighs, you nodded as he sat down on the bed. You immediately moved to sit right behind him.

Your hands moved into his hair, loosening the braids and combing through Eivor's beautiful blond hair with your fingers.

Your husband hummed and quickly relaxed thanks to your touch. It was nice to feel a familiar touch after weeks of fighting.

You worked until his hair were completely loose and than you placed a gently kiss on the scare on the right side of his nape

"My beloved husband."

Eivor smiled and then turned around to lie down with you right by his side.

Watching you he smiled.

"My beautiful wife who is carrying our child. I can't wait for the little one to be here. I hope your days were calm when I wasn't here."

"Yes, the little one was really calm," You chuckled, touching your belly. "I was the worried one."

He nodded and took the big fur to cover both of you. Once this was done Eivor pressed his forehead to your and closed his eyes, you did the same.

"Rest now. No need to worry any longer. I am here and I will protect both of you."

You smiled a little and nuzzled him. He was back home, this was what you both needed. Soon both of you fell asleep.

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Morning was something you loved the most most. Getting ready for the day was always fun.

"You know. Since you are our Jarl now. I think I will braid your hair differently. Something that speaks; Leader," You hummed, looking at Eivor's hair.

He laughed warmly and nodded. "Very well, I put myself and my hair at your mercy, wife."

"Oh don't worry, you will look beautiful as always. I will make sure of it."

Braiding Eivor's hair took you longer than you expected but you were really proud with your hand work.

He looked more handsome than ever, honestly you were surprised that it's even possible.

The two of you walked out of the room, holding hands.

You noticed Eivor frowning a little more than you noticed what he saw.

His brother stood next to the entrance to a map room, his arms crossed over his chest. Sugurd didn't look happy, he looked concerned.

"Sigurd...," Eivor asked, moving closer to his brother gently pulling you behind himself.

"Eivor. Before you say more, I must tell you something. Randvi and I have... Have ended our marriage," He said slowly.

You gasped quietly a bit shocked but on the other hand you understand it.

Everyone knew their marriage was the complete opposite of yours and Eivor's.

Yours came out of love when there was an arrangement.

"I am sorry to hear that," Eivor said softly.

You wanted to add something but Sigurd was quicker than you.

"Ah, do not be. Both of you. We adore one another dearly, but our marriage was not built on love. We were brought together as an act of peace. I was pledged to her well before I knew her. And though we have tried to settle our differences and find love in our faults..." He shook his head. "It has not worked out. And so we have dissolved our bond. Yet as a clan, we will grew together."

"Then I'm glad for you both. And for the rest of us. This place would not be the same without you two," Eivor agreed, nodding.

You also nodded eagerly. "That is the truth, Sigurd. Our settlement would feel empty without both of you."

Sigurd smiled at you. "Y/N. My dear sister in law, I owe you an apology. I haven't been too kind to you lately, it was all because of my clouded mind," he placed hand on your belly.

"Please, forgive me for this behaviour. I can't tell you how happy and thankful I am for everything you do for my brother. I hope your child will be as strong as he is and as beautiful as you are."

You giggled and nodded. "Thank you Sigurd and really. It was nothing, I understood everything."

Man nodded his head and pointed at Eivor.

"And you, little brother. Keep her safe and close, if you ever let her go or hurt her... I will kick your ass." Eivor laughed loudly and nodded. "I promise on my honor and life and all the gods."

You smiled and squeezed his hand. "Oh I know it all, I don't need to promise anything my love."

After this little talk, Sigurd walked away.

You and Eivor decided to go for a walk, just to enjoy each other. You could already tell that better times were here and you couldn't wait for more.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hey! Don’t know if you’re taking requests or if you still write for AC characters, but I would love to request a Male!Eivor x Fem!Reader where the reader has to tell Eivor they’re pregnant, and they’re all nervous etc. could be such a fluffy little situation 🫶 totally understand if you don’t want to write that though, no pressure, no stress 💕🥰

Eivor

IM SO HAPPY TO SEE A REQUEST FOR HIM!

[author-morgan]

Eivor has really started grow on me (honestly that boy is 🥵 - could I ask for a Eivor/reader where the reader misinterprets a moment between Eivor and Randvi and gets upset, thank you 😊

here you go! sorry it took so long. I'm finally getting caught up on everything. hope you like it! as always, @mrsragnarlodbrok helped develop the plot. m!Eivor x fem!Reader

“DO YOU EVER miss Norway?” Ceolbert asks, untangling his fishing line. The young ætheling has been in Ravensthorpe for no less than a full moon’s cycle. He’s good company —eager to help and learn under your and Randvi’s tutelage. The River Nene burbles past the growing settlement, flowing out to the sea. A fish takes the bait, a piece of three-day-old bread, and you start hauling in the line. A small perch is on the hook, too small to worry with. You free the fish and let it back into the river, searching for a larger catch to add to the evening’s pot of stew.

“At times,” you answer —knowing you miss the snowcapped peaks, the winter lights dancing in the sky, and the pink-purple sunrises most of all. England is not so poor a substitute, with green rolling hills, pale sea cliffs, and the lonely ruins of a once-great civilization. “But all my friends and those who I love is here now” —you smile— “what more could I ask for than to be among them?” And for you, home will always be where they are, regardless of where in the world you may lay your head to sleep. Though, of late, Ravensthorpe has felt a little less like home with Sigurd and Eivor gone so often.

Ceolbert echoes your smile. He’s heard stories from Eivor and his brother about you, and now that he’s grown to know you, he realizes none of them held any embellishments. Despite only being a handful of years older than him, there is already a dignified shrewdness surrounding you, especially when compared to his compatriots. You’ve already taught him a great deal, and he’s eager to learn more. “Eivor often spoke of your wisdom,” he notes.

“So,” you muse, “he does listen.” The young ætheling laughs and starts pulling in a decent size brown trout to add to the basket. You often cursed Eivor for his stubbornness and how it seems he often disregards your counsel in favor of the more reckless options, but it does soothe your heart to know he remembers your words —even if he does not listen. There’s a tug on your line, and you begin to pull in the catch, a bullhead just the right size to join the evening pot. 

A familiar squawk draws your attention to the sky —a raven circles above before diving down, eager to make off with a small fish or two from the basket. But you know the raven and his oil-slick colored feathers, and instead of making off with one of your daily catches, he settles on your shoulder and begins to preen his belly. “Hello, Sýnin,” you greet, offering one of the bait worms as a snack. Casting your line out into the river again, you wait for another fish to bite; knowing where Sýnin goes, Eivor will not be far behind. But until then, it feels like time has slowed. 

You spot the sails emblazoned with the Raven Clan’s sigil coming around one of the river's bends, and Ceolbert notices how you seem to light up —and your smile when you first spot Eivor Wolfsmal standing at the prowl. The ætheling takes your fishing line and the basket holding the day’s catch and starts back toward the heart of the settlement as you make your way to the docks.

“Eivor!” He steps from the longship, not sparing a moment before engulfing you in his arms. You press your face into his scarred neck and breathe a long sigh —now Ravensthorpe feels like home again. Eivor’s lips brush against your temple before he parts, keeping you close at his side as the others unburden the longship with goods and supplies. “How did you get on in East Anglia?” This journey was not planned, but one made in haste after Rued’s Clan attacked in the night, an offense he could not let stand.

He drapes his arm over your shoulders. “The Raven Clan has new friends,” Eivor tells you. Oswald is an unlikely ally for sure, but one who will answer the call should it ever sound. 

“That is good to hear” —you smile. “We must celebrate,” you tell him, knowing the people would want to hear of his tales, just as they had when he returned from treating with the Sons of Ragnar. The thought of readying a feast sets your mind racing with a long list of chores. 

Eivor shakes his head and steps in front of you. He settles his hands on your cheeks, thumbs running over your cheekbones. It nigh stops your heart, and then he smiles. “Ah,” Eivor sighs, “seeing you once more is enough for me.” He steps closer and bends at the waist, pressing his lips —cracked and wind-chapped— to your forehead. And he’s home again.  

RAVENSTHORPE FEASTS IN celebration. It is good to have new friends —new allies in what would be a hostile land. The evening passes with boisterous tales of battle, roast boar, and Tekla’s mead. It is good to have everyone, save Sigurd, present once more too. You sit back, leaning against one of the great wooden pillars of the longhouse, and let out a long and tired sigh, wondering how much longer it would be before you end up like Revna beside you —slumped over on the table and fast asleep.

Nigh everyone is far enough into their tankards and ale horns for the night that they will not notice Eivor’s absence. His gaze flits around the longhouse, finding you sitting at the far end with Sýnin perched on your shoulder. The raven croaks at his approach and ruffles his feathers. You look up at Eivor and smile —and his heart swells and flutters with the sight. Sýnin hops from your shoulder to Eivor’s then settles in the rafters above.

“Come with me,” he whispers at your ear, offering his hand. His fingers curl around yours when you place your hand into his, and you only hope the warmth rising to your cheeks can be blamed on the mead.

Eivor leads you to the waterfall just behind the longhouse. It’s one of your favorite spots to come in the settlement —the constant rush of the water is enough to soothe your heart and mind, and the rippling pool has served as a place you often frequent to reflect.

Tonight, a full moon turns the water silver. Eivor eases his hand from yours and reaches behind him, pulling out a small earthen vase with a piece of fabric stretched over the opening. He pulls back the fabric, and a dozen little insects take flight toward the water —lighting up with a yellow-green glow. “They’re called fireflies,” Eivor explains, extending his hand over the water’s edge. One of the sparking bugs lands in his palm, and he reaches for your hand, letting the firefly crawl from his hand to yours.

You watch the bright flashes of light —like tiny stars— and smile, yet another wonder of England. “How lovely,” you muse aloud, holding your hand out for the firefly to rejoin its brethren. They flutter around the waterfall, twinkling in the night. You sit, and Eivor sits next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours —it sets your heart aflutter, but you gather the courage and lean your head on his shoulder. Instinctively, Eivor wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close to his side. “Can I expect you to stay a while this time?” You ask, hoping he will not have to leave again so quickly.

He shifts and presses his cheek to the crown of your head. “Until Sigurd sends for me,” Eivor tells you, watching the fireflies flit around above.

IT’S ONLY TWO days after his return that you see Eivor and Randvi ride from Ravensthorpe in the early hours of the morn. Seeing him go without a word makes your heart fall. It isn’t like Eivor to go off without telling you, and given one of the late-night conversations you’d had with Randvi in Sigurd’s absence —well, you refuse to dwell on the thoughts. Ceolbert leaves the stables from helping Rowan when he sees you approach, crestfallen though you try to hide it. “Did they say where they’re going?” You ask, looking toward the east and the direction Eivor and Randvi had gone.

“Grantebridge,” Ceolbert answers, still unsure why they were going there unless Soma had sent a message —but you nor anyone else had mentioned receiving anything from the jarlskona. He looks between you and the morning sky and tries to think of something that might help cheer you up. “There’s an orchard to the north,” the ætheling supplements, hoping he can help remedy the crushing waves of despondency which have overtaken you so quickly. “Perhaps we could go?” He asks. “It’s only a short ride.”

You smile, and Ceolbert can see it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Very well,” you agree. Rowan helps saddle two horses —one speckled and one chestnut— and the two of you ride out before midday. It’s a slow and steady ride across the hills and rivers to the orchard just south of Ledecestre. A bramble of unkempt trees heavy with green-red apples too tart to eat raw but good for stewing and baking. It’s easy to fill two small sacks, just enough for Tarben to make a pie or two.

Ceolbert secures his sack of apples to his saddle and pulls himself back into the saddle as you do so, starting back to Ravensthorpe. The ætheling asks about a story from childhood that Eivor told him at the feast —he’d fallen from the roof of the longhouse in Fornburg and on his arse, right in front of you, only you’d been carrying a basket of deer offal.

The memory makes you smile and laugh, the first time you’ve genuinely done so today. You dropped the basket in surprise —it landed on Eivor, spilling guts and blood over him. It took several washes to clean the stench from his clothes and hair. Ceolbert glance at you and smiles too, and from the fondness in your voice, he thinks it’s obvious. “You love him, don’t you?”

Yes, but for some reason, you struggle to say it aloud, Regardless, Ceolbert can tell, and despite what you may think, he believes Eivor loves you too —if only you could both see it. You look ahead at the winding road, wishing to change the subject away from your feelings, away from Eivor. “They say Ivarr the Boneless was also your mentor.” You’ve heard stories of Ivarr Ragnarsson from other Northmen and Saxons alike, part of you envies Eivor and Sigurd for getting to meet the renowned Sons of Ragnar —let alone being able to call them friends. Ceolbert nods. “Will you tell me about him?” He nods and weaves a tale of his time with Ivarr, helping distract you from the woes of life. 

The sun is close to setting when you and Ceolbert return to the stables of Ravensthorpe, passing off your horses to Rowan. “I’ll have Tarben make us a pie,” you tell the boy, collecting the small sacks of apples to take to the bakery. But hooves thud, fast approaching —Eivor and Randvi have returned. You do not stay to greet them, quickly slipping away.

“Ceolbert,” Eivor greets, leading his dark mount back into one of the stalls. “Where is…” his voice trails off as he turns to look for you, wondering where you’d gone.

“She was here a moment ago,” Ceolbert says, turning to look around the stables, but you’re already gone, and so is Eivor when he turns back.

EIVOR FINDS YOU sitting beneath one of the great trees near Valka’s hut —knees pulled up to your chest as your look over the ripping pool of water. He kneels in front of you and reaches out, rough fingertips brushing along your jaw to gently lift your chin and gaze. Tearstains are not the sight he wishes to see. Eivor frowns, brushing away the dampness under your eyes with his thumb. “Why are you crying?” You do not answer. “Has something happened?” He asks, unsure what could cause this bout —just last night, you and he were both laughing and drinking without care.

“I am not sure,” you admit. It's heartbreak and a tinge of betrayal. With his return, you had thought, had hoped, but it seems it’s only foolish and childish wishes. You meet his gaze, clear and blue like the sky, and feel a lump grow in your throat. Sýnin croaks from the branches above —the raven has refused to let you be alone since he first perched on your knee and dropped a smooth river pebble in your lap after finding you so distraught. The raven croaks again, and Eivor’s eyes flit up to see a pair of beady dark eyes staring down at him. Sýnin takes your side in whatever quarrel this may be. 

His frown deepens. “You can tell me anything,” Eivor breathes. You’re his best friend —have been since the two of you were children all those years ago. 

But I can’t, you think, not wanting to risk a lifelong friendship over a dream. You inhale shakily and shake your head, pushing his hands away. “I need a moment, is all.” It’s a trembling whisper, and Eivor does not want to leave you in this state, but he relents, knowing nothing good will come of forced words. You always gave him time and space when asked for it; the least he can do is offer the same. He sighs and stands, hesitant to leave —a look back, and he sees Sýnin swoop down and perch on your shoulder, offering a golden oak leaf.  

Eivor goes to the longhouse and grabs an empty cup, filling it from the cask of ale before taking a seat at the table across from Ceolbert —picking at a hunk of bread and slab of pickled fish. “Do you know what’s upset her?” He asks the ætheling, thinking the boy might know given the time he’s spent under your guidance. 

“I” —Ceolbert looks down into his cup of ale. He didn’t think it would be difficult for Eivor to figure out. Almost all of Ravensthorpe knows. Everyone but him. Ceolbert frowns. “I do not think it is my place to say,” he tells Eivor. 

It feels like Thor has brought Mjölnir down upon his chest when the realization hits him —and suddenly, everything makes sense now, or at least he thinks it does. Eivor feels his heart clench, then fall into the pit of his stomach, and all he can say is a soft, nigh inaudible: “oh.”

IT’S ONLY A short ride to the south, near the border of Grantebridgescire, but Eivor convinces you to go with him even in the dead of night. He cannot bear the thought of you being upset —let alone upset with him. You’re quiet, unusually so, but when he pulls the reigns of his horse to a stop by the edge of the mire, you gasp —albeit softly. Skirting over the still surface of the water and into the air are hundreds of fireflies, all flashing and twinkling like little stars come to settle in the darkness. He dismounts and helps you down too. “There are so many,” you breathe, smiling. 

Eivor stands behind you, his hands settling on your waist, chin resting on your shoulder to watch the fireflies with you. But the closeness and how your heart begins to ache and beat quicker, it’s too much to bear after today. You shake your head and step away from him, feeling dampness prick at your eyes again. “I wish you would not play so carelessly with my heart, Eivor,” you tell him, hugging yourself. 

“It’s not careless,” he whispers, gently pulling you back to him. Eivor takes your hands, his gaze drawn downward to see how perfectly your hand fits in his —as though the gods always meant for the two of you to be together. And then he looks at you, eyes shining in the moonlight, glimmering with the reflection of fireflies flitting around his head and yours. 

It makes your breath catch —how he looks at you. How he’s always looked at you. “You’ve always been at my side,” he tells you. It’s the truth, even when he was a boy and at odds with Sigurd, you were there —you were always there, and he’s been a fool not to tell you sooner. “It’s only ever been you.” Eivor lets your hands go but is quick to take your face into his hands, thumbs brushing over your cheeks with gentle reverence.

“I love you.” But he gives you no time to respond or react even as one of his hands slips back into your hair and he leans forward. Eivor’s lips find your own. His kiss is everything you’ve dreamt of and more —a sweet paradox with his rough but gentle lips and the tickle of his golden beard. 

He pulls away too soon but only to watch the soft smile overtake your lips. You comb your fingers through his beard and lean toward him, arms draping over his shoulders, fingers locking at the nape of his neck. You kiss him back, and he wraps his arms around your middle, keeping you close to him —where he had always kept you in his heart. 

“Ek ann þér,” you breathe against his lips, and a weight lifts from your heart at finally being able to tell him. You can feel his lips twitch into a smile against your own. When you part, it’s to turn back to watch the fireflies, and now Eivor’s arms are around your middle, his nose nuzzled into your neck. You lean back into him and sigh, almost thinking this is all a dream, but Sýnin’s low croak from the trees above is enough to assure you it’s real. 

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Thank you so much for writing that, I really enjoyed reading it. I love ivarr so much 💙would it be okay if I could request an imagine with Sigurd where him and the reader (a shieldmaiden for the clan) are dating but they have to break up because he is forced to marry Randvi. Sigurd asks eivor (male) to watch over her and always be there for her which results in eivor falling for her. (This is before they all go to England)

At your request 😌

Pairing: m!Eivor x f!reader

Word count: ~ 3000

Genre: angst, tiny fluff

Notes: Okay but I dig the "I cannot be with you, so I make sure someone else will keep you safe/company for that other person to fall in love with another so it's kinda a forbidden-love, love triangle I-live-for-drama story. Yesyes good soup :3 tempted to write about this more picturing Sigurd's reaction maybe??? Oh and I'm writing on sutdy break moments so the writing gonna be super slow but I try yall I swear I try 💀

„ No, this can’t go on anymore and you know this.” You sighed sitting up in the bed, the sheet's whisked a gentle breeze that stirred the bright flames of the candles around you. A groan left Sigurd's chest as he joined you, straightening up, his large palms came to rest on your middle, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. He did not respond right away, just sat there beside you, looking ahead as he came to rest his chin on your shoulder- tangled beard and ginger hair tickling your skin. 

"You're to marry her." You continued, tone balked and weak. "How can you expect me to keep my heart this way, as it is right now? How can you expect me to–"

"I do not, my love." He cuts you off with a timid hum, his words resonating throughout your back. "I don't expect you to love me the way we loved each other when this happens… I don't want to– I would never disrespect your honor and trust." 

You felt warmth on your cheeks, as tears broke off from the corner of your eyes, slowly making their way to drop down to your lap. It was no easy task, for neither of you. Sigurd was the clan's prince, the next in line, the only one who's right to lead the Raven clan. And therefore, King Styrbjörn made the decision to strengthen his position, the clan's safety and Sigurd's place by joining clans with a rival of his. Sigurd will marry the Jarl's eldest daughter, thereby forging an alliance with them. 

The duty of a son. The demise of your love with the Raven Prince. 

For weeks you have been consumed by the news, at first you did not believe that your love must soon end. Sigurd offered to go with him that very evening, desperate and hopeless. He will take you to a faraway land, where no one will know you, rank and duty will not matter, only you to each other.

But you both knew it would be an impossible undertaking; would the heir to the throne, who dreamed of following in his father's footsteps since he was a boy, run away from his birthright for the love of a simple blacksmith's daughter?

A girl, whose aging parents are waiting for her at home who loves her, who needs her help and protection. Who would remain among the voices, eyes and mouths in the storm left behind by their child's shame?

No, you were both more mature than that. You will take the responsibility that your ancestors have given to you, so that the white canvas of the lineage does not fail.

“I know, love. I know that.” You calmed Sigurd falling back, leaning your neck on his chest gazing up at him. Sigurd's arms crawled around your torso, reassuringly pulling your body closer to his as he gently rested his chin on the top of your head.

Your lips trembled as a new idea passed through your sweeping mind - a mindless, desperate, shameless idea, but you felt you might be able to survive the hardships that came with it. Your voice was thinning, almost whispering when you uttered the words.

"What if we don’t need to stop our love after all?" You proposed, waiting a few moments to gather the courage to continue. "We do it so that no one knows. They don't know it even now, anyway. It's just that...there would be another person there. During the day, her husband; at night, mine...?"

"Are you saying let's continue all this in the midst of even greater secrecy?" Sigurd's voice rang doubtfully. In addition to deep pain and sadness, bitterness seeped into his words. Are you saying you want me to pretend you're just a side issue? Like I just want to be with you in secret when my wife can't see it?” He moved quickly, you hardly had time to react to him as he crawled back and pulled your body into his lap, hugging you tightly, looking down at you with a worried look. It was then that you saw your dear prince's eyes were glistening with tears.

You couldn't give an answer, just to swallow against the huge lump that was squeezing your throat. You saw no other option but to…

“I will never put you in a situation where you think you're just an affair to me. I love you, my dear, with all my heart, and if it were up to me, I would have made you my wedded wife long winters ago.” He said, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your temple."I want you to be my wife, my partner who stands by my side. You deserve that, nothing less. I wouldn't dishonor you not even for all the treasures of Midgard. But I can't do that."

“So then? Will it all end? What we have? What we share, what we feel? How could I forget this…leave this behind..?” Your vision blurred as tears pooled in your eyes, the man's tall figure looking down at you from behind a wall of water. You waited and hoped for so long, after so many doubts and struggles, when you finally realized that there was more to you than simple friendship. After you were finally brave enough to cross that invisible line. Finally you could be together, and those moments were worth more than any treasure; you finally felt like you found that lost piece of your soul that you've always longed for. Finally, your heart was filled with him, you were happy with him, you were happy with each other. And now it's over? You will be banished once again to a harsh and dark barrenness without Sigurd's care and touch.

"Duty comes first. It doesn't just bind me, it binds you too, and you know that well."Sigurd slowly leaned forward, the warmth emanating from his skin comfortably covering your body, and fearing that he would soon pull away from you, you crossed your arms over his back.

"Whatever fate brings, my heart will be yours forever." 

"I belong to you and you to me as long as we live." His lips whispered, softly caressing your face, one last time.

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The wind bit hard against his skin as Eivor walked across the creaking wooden planks of the dock, around him- the lights of twilight flickered back from the icy sea. The flames of the torches bent with each gust of wind, dutifully standing at the edge of the pier.

His brother waited for him — arms folded behind his back, standing at the edge of the dock, watching the icy, slow-rolling sea as the blues and greens of the night lights cast upon Mindgard. 

Sigurd took him aside for a word during the day, when Eivor had just returned from his dawn hunt- the stag not yet cooled out on his horse's back when he arrived. A single glance was enough for the young man to realize that something was wrong with his brother, Sigurd's usual serene expression, his eyes shining with peace, now dull and weak.

“Is there a problem, brother?" He raised his hand worriedly on Sigurd's shoulder, growing somber himself. Eivor usually cared for his own business, he didn't like to interfere in others' debates and troubles, but when it came to his brother's burdens, Eivor did everything to see Sigurd happy again.

As his piercing gray-blue eyes focused on Eivor, the young man thought he could feel the pressure of heavy burdens on his brother. Waiting for an answer, he scanned Sigurd's face, trying to figure out what was pressing on his heart.

Sigurd's eyes closed for a moment, a deep frown appeared between his eyebrows, and then they smoothed out just as quickly when he looked back at his little brother. 

"Meet me on the beach after dinner. I have something to discuss with you, Eivor." He announced and after a strong handshake he left, leaving Eivor with the prey he had killed.

The elder brother's gaze was lost in the distance, the unison ripple of the water moved the pieces of the ice armor broken by the ships. Fornburg was quiet at this late hour, only the lapping of the water and the whistling of the wind could be heard. Eivor walked over to his brother silently; standing next to the tall man, he folded his arms across his chest and looked around the bay.

He knew that his brother was not usually this solemn, something really important could be weighing on his soul. Like everything since childhood, the two brothers shared their troubles with each other, looking for advice and sympathy in the other. Eivor decided to wait for Sigurd, let him share his problems with him at his own pace, he would not force this out of his brother.

For a while they stood motionless , silently appreciating the company and the discretion, as the two brothers had done many times before. After a long sigh, Sigurd looked up at the sky, blowing white mist into the air. Waves of colors seemed to follow the sea, the threads and shapes did their eternal dance in silence. 

I presume you heard the news from our father.” The taller brother spoke, hoarse. Eivor glanced at his brother who kept his eyes on the sky- as he nodded. Oh, now he understood what it's all about. Oh, he now understood what it was all about.

"I follow our father in the leadership of the Clan, my duty is to keep my people safe; to give them a good life." He continued, raising his gray iris to Eivor.

The blond lad straightened his posture, his brother's look suggested that his help would be needed now more than ever.

"You will be a good leader." Eivor tried to reassure Sigurd,with  conviction in his voice. Sigurd weakly acknowledged the words with a half-smile, but his eyes only exuded sadness. "No matter what happens brother, you’ll always have me by your side. I'll help you no matter what."

Sigurd wrinkled his nose wryly, as if a white-hot knife had been thrust into his side, as if it caused him immense pain to even talk about it.

"I entrust you with a serious task, brother, because you are the only one in the world in whose hands I would place my life."

An anxious, tight lump grew in Eivor's stomach, waiting for the question he had suspected since their father had told him of Sigurd's betrothal.

"You have to take care of her." Sigurd finally breathed, his voice breaking in the evening frost. "Be there for her and make sure she lives the life she deserves. The one we both know she deserves." Sigurd made him promise. .

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Stretching your legs, you jumped off the rock, splashing the sparkling water onto the sand in the shallows.

"The fish must have heard that the dreaded Wolfsmal was stomping this way and ran up to the trees in fright." Chuckling, you strode over to Eivor's side, hands clasped behind your back, chin lifted to examine him as he stood in the stream with his breeches pulled up to his knees, fishing line in hand.

The man huffed one with pretended rage, lifting one leg in the stream, he kicked towards you, soaking your thin linen apron. You squealed and jumped back- a grimace of surprise and astonishment plastered on your face.

"Evor!" You shouted insulted, immediately bending down to return the “kind” gesture to the man by dipping your arm into the ice-cold spring. Laughing, you rushed at him, splashing the water back at him, that made Eivor dart backwards, his deep laughter echoing in the roaring water. 

“If you keep doing this, there won't be fish for dinner and then you can try to explain to Tekla what we were up to instead of doing the chores.”

"Oh, I'm not the one who stands in the stream for half a day without a catch!" You cut back, spraying a veil of water over Eivor's head again. Having enough of your duel wrapped the line around his hand, starting to move towards you, his strong legs carrying him with easy through the heavy upstream. Turning back to the shore, you stumbled out onto the dry just in time, when you felt the touch of his wet, cold hand on your upper arm, closing around your torso from both sides, erasing even the thought of escape from your mind. 

Your legs rose from the ground as you tried to kick free as one of Eivor's arms crawled under your knees, scooping you up in his arms like you weighed nothing.

"Put me  down, Eivor!" You rolled your eyes at him, but his huge smile just betrayed the mischief, hiding across his face. "Do you hear that? Don't you dare throw me in the—" You ordered, trying to sound menacing and angry, but just like Eivor's face, your own was beaming with childish glee.

The man firmly grabbed your legs and arms and spun around on the shore, slapping you in the face with his untangled, wet curls. Apart from the roar of the river and the birds' whistles in the green forest, only the laughter and shouts of the two of you could be heard far along the river. 

Sometimes, in moments like this, you forgot that what you call home now, was a foreign land a long time ago. A foreign country, with foreign people - but also a new beginning, a clean start. Leaving the past behind, you and your family came to this island in search of a new life.  At first, it was searing, almost unbearable pain that you constantly felt when you saw Sigurd beside another;  when you were no longer able to touch his scarred skin or press soft kisses onto his lips– all slowly drifted away in your mind and heart, leaving a throbbing wound, now only a memory for you.

Eivor was always there to distract you from them. As in battle, so in everyday life you sought his presence; your friendship - initially bonded by Sigurd- grew stronger, growing into faithful companions who were always there for each other at arm's length.

You knew that, and you felt it on Eivor as well; this bond was important to both of you. The two lonely souls, often separated from the clan, could have a kindred soul by their side. And you also knew very well that this arm's length was slowly shrinking. Pulling the thread of the bond on you ever tighter...

After finishing the game, you both started collecting your fishing gear and your own belongings, moving quickly and smoothly around each other. You glanced to the side from the horses, catching Eivor tossing his water-dripping mane back in frustration, leaving dark blue stains on his blue tunic. Sighing in amusement, you turned back to him, hands on your hips.

"Shall I help you?" You called out to him, but before Eivor could answer, you quickly stepped behind him.

You ran your fingers through his blonde curls, the thick strands gently tickling your fingertips. Eivor's shoulders relaxed with a sigh, instantly bending his knees so you could reach his head.

Not a single word was spoken between you, as your nimble fingers braided his long hair into a loose line, careful not to pull on his lush curls.

Finishing your work, you wiped your wet hands on your skirt, Eivor turned, towering over you as he  faced you. The man must have been two heads taller than you, so close to him you had to bend your neck back a little to be able to look into his shining sky blue eyes.

His eyes always seemed to you they were in a different color each time you locked eyes with him. Ice blue, light blue, greenish blue- it seemed that Eivor's penetrating gaze was the night light itself. It was as if Eivor carried a part of your past within himself. The water was still dripping from his beard and forehead, small drops falling onto your face. An arm's length away, you were always just an arm's length away from each other.

"Eivor…" You breathed softly, raising your palm to your cheek. You didn't even notice that your thumb brushed away a drop of water from under his eyes. He knew everything about you, and you knew everything about him, the days when you were alone in his absence passed so bitterly slowly.

His searching gaze betrayed his thoughts when it fell from your eyes to your slightly open lips for a few moments. And you caught the moment. Whether it was you or the man who broke the still moment, you didn't know. You only realized it, when his lips were on yours, soft flesh melting over yours as a hand crept across your middle, pulling your body towards his form. Eyelids closed, you eagerly answered the movement, capturing his tender bottom lips between your teeth. At this action, Eivor groaned into the kiss, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he slightly skimmed across your lips with his tongue. The touch burnt your skin all across your body, tingling and pinching you, as your mind buzzed in excitement. 

The warmth left your lips too soon, cold air sweeping across your flushed face as Eivor leant back. His gaze felt so tender across your form, adoring warmth glimmered in his eyes, a hand rubbing your side up and down. 

The distance has now dissipated, a thread has grown stronger and tighter, as it connected your hearts, opening a new path for you.

[itseivwhore]

°•Of Protection and Runes°•

I don't know how to start this post HAHAHAHAHAAH.

But SÌ, contrary to people's belief, no, I'm not dead...but my account is: well, WAS, and this kind of little contest (??I don't know how to name it,apologies) truly encouraged me to resurrect this dead blog. And also and most of all it gave me the "final kick in the ass" I needed to start writing again. I was talking with my friend some days ago and I was just telling her how much I miss writing, and this just came in the perfect timing.

This is for the 2nd of October: Runes. (I KNOW today isn't the 2nd and it's WAY later BUT, better later than ever I say).

Oh and just for the sake of the warning, this will be a male Eivor × fem reader. (lord I have been wanting to write about him since AGES, so I'm truly happy that I finally have something to write about. I'm so in love with this writetober)

Hope you like it as much as I do! Some reviews would be so much appreciated honestly: this is the first time ever I write about Eivor, and I just hope that, even if in this little shot, I managed to 'capture' him well ;( Let me know!

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The only perceptible sound in that quiet, large room was the gentle crackling of the fire burning in the fireplace. Its long, reddish tongues danced sinuously and quickly, casting strange shadows on the wooden walls, followed by his attentive but at the same time distracted gaze; the embers, together with her body tiredly lying on his, gave off a welcoming warmth.

Her words still persisted strongly in his mind: pants, heavy breaths, muffled moans of pleasure and fragments of words whispered with effort and passion still hovered in the atmosphere, almost as if they were slowly fading away with the fire, but remaining imprinted in his heart like a seal.

His blue eyes wandered around the small room, moving from the living flames of the fire to its shadows that now, instead, reflected on her naked body, caressing with his fingers the same paths they took on her features: gently and slowly he moved his fingertips over her hips, tracing a long line down her back, drawing circles and imaginary designs, tracing a passage between her shoulders and along her arms.

Her hands and chin, however, rested on his broad chest, face turned up to watch Eivor's pensive gaze. Her e/c eyes never left his blue ones, following their every movement, watching their every change, seeing the warm fire reflected in his chilling eyes; pressing her bare breasts more to his torso, she let her head fall onto his chest and let the slow beat of his heart lull her.

She opened her mouth, a mere attempt to break that heavy and deafening silence, but the words died on her parted lips, slightly frowning her eyebrows: she hoped, silently prayed that their gazes, at last, might cross and meet, unite. But she could clearly see a thick veil of worry and confusion clouding his mind and obscuring his own deep-set eyes.

She knew the reason for this fear: the journey he would have to undertake the next morning. The same journey that would take him far from his homeland, hurling him into a new and unknown land, where he could find wealth and glory, or misery and misfortune, his own ruin: the same journey that would take him away from her.

She had no doubts about Eivor's abilities and willingness of spirit, nor did she doubt Sigurd's ambitious promises and tales, nor could she blame two ardent and eager souls like those of the two brothers. Nevertheless, she could do nothing, she knew all too well how strong the bond between the brothers was and he knew that Eivor would follow Sigurd everywhere.

She was incapable of acting against the will of the warrior and, above all, she did not want to change it: she wanted his destiny to be fulfilled. But, at the same time, she wanted to be part of it, she aspired to be an integral part in it.

"Eivor..." the silence, which until now had reigned supreme between them, was suddenly broken by her calm, low voice, his name only a murmur among the crackling fire.

Eivor, hearing himself called, turned his head in her direction, looking down, finally meeting the young woman's bright eyes; his hand stopped running down her body, stopping on one of her hips, giving it a gentle squeeze. A small and, to say the least, imperceptible smile raised the corners of his mouth as his composed, stern gaze softened more and more as he observed her.

Instead, the young woman reached out her hand slightly, resting it on his bearded cheek, sharing his smile when she saw the way he leaned on her soft, smooth and welcoming touch, seeing how he sighed before closing his eyes for some moments. After that, he took her hand in his and, closing it, brought it close to his mouth, pressing his lips to the back of her small hand for endless moments, indulging in her skin.

He didn't stop giving her his gentle, calm smile as his hands caressed her body and as his eyes searched for that strange glow in the melancholic gaze of his beloved. He watched her carefully with an apprehensive gaze, waiting for her to express herself, tacitly trying to perceive what was stopping her so much.

But, in his heart as well as hers, he knew what the reason was.

"I fear..." Y/n began suddenly, syllables spoken in a trembling, dim voice, inaudible except by him alone as he continued to clasp one of her hands in his.

He knew. He already knew. He would never have allowed her to say another word if it would have meant a huge effort from his lover and caused her further unnecessary pain.

"Do not." Eivor interrupted her in a low, deep tone and with raspy voice, leaving another kiss on the back of her hand. "I know" there was no need to add more. Their eyes spoke to each other in unspoken ways.

"This is enough for me" the drengr continued in a soft and soothing voice, as sooth and delicate as silk, the same silk that seemed to flow gently over her skin as his touch wandered all over her body; conviction and firmness resonated in his quiet voice as he rested his back on the wooded headboard of the bed, leaning against it, sighing slightly.

But in spite of the firmness in the young man's tone and in spite of the determination and authority, worry, doubt and anguish mixed with a poignant feeling of helplessness got the better of her.

"I want...I need more" Y/n admitted, her dim voice trembling with a strong desire that, impossible and unattainable, could only come true when she closed her eyes.

Needing more time, more moments, more words, more whispers, more smiles, more of him, more of them together.

In the modest room there was once again a deadly silence: the walls were no longer warmly lit by the fire, which was dying in a pile of ashes amid the glowing embers; small reddish sparks were slowly being moved through the air by the wind coming from the half-open window; no shadow of the flames of that passionate fire enveloped the two lovers anymore. All was silent. All was still.

They continued to look at each other intently for endless, eternal moments, letting the deafening silence speak, scream and confess for them.

Slowly, the young woman took her hands away from the larger ones of him and placed them both on his broad chest. His gaze became confused as she began to drag one of her fingers over the place of his heart, as if she were writing, drawing, carving something on it: his curious, deep blue eyes carefully followed every line she drew on his pale skin, making him shiver.

A genuine smile filled with infinite gratitude formed on the Viking's lips as he recognised the runes she had imaginatively 'carved' into his chest, into his heart.

Y/n leaned forward, leaving a trail of delicate, chaste and sweet kisses on his bare chest; tracing once more with her fingers what she had written, she continued to kiss him on his neck, from cheek to lips, from lips to ear. And, pausing near it, she whispered to him:

"May this protect you, and bring you back to me" and this wish, this special prayer resonated in echoes in the man's mind, thus sealing those runes branded into his skin and etched into his heart.

"We will have more" Eivor murmured, bringing one of his hands to his chest; his tone full of a promise that Y/n knew would be kept, honoured and respected in due time. His blue eyes became overflowing with a renewed hope and happiness as he distinguished and recognized that vibrant sparkle in her e/c ones he loved so much.

Neither of them spoke, neither made a single sound. To be there at that moment, in each other's arms, smiling and observing each other, remembering as many details as possible about each other and keeping them in their minds; to be there to remember and keep those pure, genuine and unique feelings and those fiery, passionate moments soaked, burnt and sealed into their hearts; to be there to kiss and to unite their bodies as well as their souls, to praise all the Gods and to pray together on each other's mouths and skins. To be there and to live, to be there in that moment and to continue, not begin, their destiny that would undoubtedly continue to intertwine.

And this all was enough.

That was enough for the both of them.

For now.

[xxxdizzy19]

R U L I N G    C O U P L E 

[hysterialevi]

"There is always one unbreakable bond."

[sugarslidey]