#murtagh morzansson x reader

[murtagh-thorn]

How do we think Murtagh feels about marriage, especially after watching his parents’ marriage be super unhealthy? The series seems to imply at one point that marriage is really important to humans in Alagaësia, but not so much for the elves. Where do we think Murtagh would fall in that spectrum?

I personally think he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea, but would definitely want a loooong time with someone first - preferably if they’re someone who’s also immortal, maybe like a good 5-7 years first, or even 10. And if marriage wasn’t his partner’s thing, I think he’d totally be okay with that (but do think if it’s up to him, once you pass the ~10 year mark, he’d maybe start getting a little antsy).

[ivorydragoness44]

Murtagh Morzansson x Reader: Eerie

Word Count: 457 Warnings/Notes:  Established relationship, bed cuddles of reassurance Summary: The peculiar sound of the wind at night disturbs the Reader, they call for Murtagh’s comfort.

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  Waking up in the middle of the night was not a habit that you wanted to pick up on. At least not intentionally.   A sliver of blue moonlight stretched across the room from the gap in the curtains. Everything was still, and you were certain that it could not be too far into the night. All the more reason to settle back into the bed and go back to sleep.   With a final stretch, you could reach the cool parts of the bedsheets. However, you froze in-place. The wind outside howled most peculiarly. A chill ran up your spine and you curled into yourself. Sleep, unfortunately, slipped further from your grasp.   As you looked over your shoulder, it appeared as though Murtagh had yet to join you in bed for the night. You did not want to bother him if he was busying himself with something important. Even if that important thing was a leisurely read or speaking with Thorn.

  When the wind whistled by the window, you changed your mind. “Murtagh?” You called out to softly to be even remotely heard from across the room, much less the house.   Again, the wind howled. And again you called out to him, a little louder than before.   As his name finished leaving your lips, Murtagh walked into the bedroom. Swiftly, he came upon your side of the bed. “What’s troubling you?” He asked, concern etching his brows as he looked over your current arrangement.   As if answering for you, the wind blew immensely. The suddenness of the sound sent you under the blanket in a blink of an eye.   “I’ll be right back,” he assured, his hand finding one of your shoulders. “I need to put a few things away first.”   He left the room as quietly as he had entered it. By the time he was crawling into bed, you scarcely thought that he had left in the first place.   “Did you run?” You asked in your bewildered curiosity.   “No,” he said, snuggling up with you. “Was I too fast?”   “Not at all,” you replied, pressing yourself into him upon the next gust of wind.   His arms wound their way around you in a lovingly protective embrace. “The wind can’t harm you here,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head.   “It’s the sound,” you shuddered. “It’s eerie and unsettling. I’m none too fond of it.”   “Then listen not to it. Ignore its jests for your attention, it so highly seeks.”   Gently, his hand cradled your head to his chest where upon you heard a faint rhythmic thump. As your focus was adjusted to him, the wind became less noticeable. In a matter of minutes, you were lulled to sleep by the comforting sound of Murtagh’s heart.

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[edgessunflower]

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[dreamlandcreations]

I'm so happy you're reading the Murtagh book!! I swear every time I open one of the Inheritance series books I get transported back to when I was 11, it's such a good feeling 😊

If you are planning on writing something about him I would most definitely die of happiness. No pressure of course, there's just so little out there for him and he and Thorn deserve the world.

I was so happy to see gifs and mentions of him pop up on my dash I had to run over and say something. Hope you're having a good day!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hi! 🤗

I'm really slow with this one tbh 🙈 I get angry every time my poor baby is hurt(ing himself) and I have to stop for a while 🙈

SAME! I started to think what were my faves back then, and now my bookshelves are a mess bc I started to look but I got sidetracked and decided to reorganize 🙈🙈🙈

I have at least one fic in me... I think... or rather one base idea but I've got mini ideas as I get further into the book and the mini ideas are starting to get contradicting so maybe there's gonna be more here when I finish it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also Thorn is such a kitten he deserves his own little blurb 🥺🥰

Anyway, I'm making GIFs now bc there are not enough of them on here! 😤

Thank you for dropping in, hope you have a good day too 🥰

[nicsamuals]

i cannot be the only one who wants a fic about these two, pero and murtagh

like exactly like @wardenparker’s story The Viper’s Bride 🖤 but meets the Together universe

god I know you can do it! y’all’s bennyxreaderxfrankie pairings are always amazing 🖤 also, yall have inspired me deeply and to collab with you would be amazing

[where-dreamers-go]

Could I have Eragon, Murtagh and Arya's reaction to their SO sneaking into their room in the middle of the night because they want to cuddle?

(A/N: Reader requires the cuddles!

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 417 words)

Quiet filled the night air as daytime creatures and peoples slept. All was well.

Tired and fast asleep, the leader of the Dragon Riders snuggled into the warmth of Saphira’s belly, comforted by familiarity. Eragon remained untouched by all the day’s tasks and worries, finally able to rest. Safe as could be under a wing.

Another body of warmth against his curled up form spooked him, eyes opening quickly.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

Heart thudding against his ribcage, Eragon exhaled.

“What are you doing?” He asked quietly, slowly returning to a sleepy haze with you so near. His dear love.

“The same thing you’re doing.” You replied and nestled yourself between his limbs. “Pleasant dreams.”

Eyelids drooping closed, Eragon kissed your head goodnight.

Nights indoors were nights cherished. Being inside, in shelter, meant safety from weather and unwanted visitors.

Murtagh’s bedroom door remained unlocked, luckily for you.

Sneaking into your significant other’s room sounded easy when shoes were left elsewhere. Closing the door quietly held a greater challenge when you were growing eager to snuggle in bed.

Yet, you did manage to close the bedroom door; much to your satisfaction.

Sounds of fabric alerted you of movement close by.

“Why didn’t you knock?” Murtagh murmured as he rolled over, watching you crawl underneath the blankets unbothered by his words.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” you whispered.

���How kind.” He chuckled.

Humming, contently, you pulled Murtagh closer to you, arm around his back. The familiar shape of him molding into your embrace eased any lingering worries of the day. It would be you two and a restful night’s sleep.

Listen, stealth was a skill required after much practice. Sleep was something you hoped to get enough of during the night. You had weighed your options for requiring both for what you wanted.

Slipping into your dear Arya’s bedroom kept you on your toes. Literally and figuratively. Surely she wouldn’t mind her partner walking in late at night.

“You’re stealth needs work,” her smirk could almost be heard in the dark. 

Your mouth opened to reply to her remark, but she continued.

“Regardless… What took you so long?”

“I was practicing my stealth. Obviously,” you said by the edge of her bed. “May I join you? Blankets hardly give a suitable embrace.”

“Very well.” Arya pulled back the bedcovers and welcomed you in. Her arms kept you as close as was comfortable for the pair of you.

Quiet filled the room once more and you were more than happier.

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[arielta]

Listen I am no writer, but think abt this... Bi!Murtagh x Bi!Reader...... the potential.....the chaos....chef kiss

[bonniebird]

Murtagh x Reader

requested by @alwaysadreamingoptimist

You shivered as you sat by the fire. Eragon and Murtagh had left to go to town for supplies. Arya wasn’t well and you hopped they’d be back soon. They had magic that could help her but you didn't.

“(Y/N)!” Murtagh said quietly as they returned. He smiled and set the bundles on his back down, picking on out to carry it for you.

“You were both fairly quick.” You said and smiled when he chuckled.

“Well we almost got recognised so we left as quickly as we could.” He explained as he handed you the bundle.

“I managed to get you that Yule gift I promised, back when it was the Yule celebration.” He smiled a little before sighing, thinking about the times when you both went town to town unnoticed. Before finding Eragon.

Unwrapping the bundle you found a set of new winter boots and a winter travel cloak. “Murtagh!” You gasped, recalling the gift you’d given him. A few new arrows and a new strap for his quiver. It didn’t seem to match up. “The price limit was 20 gold!”

“Well I figured the rule would change. Given how we are now on the run from the empire and winter is upon us.” He smiled, wrapping the cloak around you.

“Thank you Murtagh.” You said grateful. He gently kissed your cheek before turning his attention to the fire Saphira had started before flying off to watch out for any soldiers.

[issamhysa]

Being in love with Murtagh would include...

BEWARE! SPOILERS FOR LIKE,,, THE ENTIRE SERIES

You and Murtagh meet when he first comes to the Varden with Eragon

You’re Nasuada’s closest friend and handmaiden, so you’re always at her side, which means you always know who’s coming in and out of the Varden

Murtagh sees you standing with Nasuada off to the side and he’s immediately taken with you

He doesn’t get to stare for long, because as soon as he does, he’s imprisoned in Tronjheim

You kinda bring him up in a conversation you have with Nasuada while you’re brushing her hair

Your interest is seemingly really evident cause Nasuada gives you permission to go see him

And you do

That’s how it all starts

Nasuada would come with you at first, to make sure you were safe and find out as much as she could about Murtagh

But after some time, she stopped

You often bring him sweets from the kitchens, or books when Ajihad doesn’t allow him to visit the libraries

You also sit on the other side of the cell just to listen to him talk

He doesn’t know why, but something about you makes him feel safe

He starts to open up to you faster than he would anybody else

Murtagh tells you about life in Urû’baen

You tell him stories of what life was like with your brother before he was taken from you

And so, you two spend nights in each other’s company, telling stories and making jokes

But you find yourself slowly falling for him

“Love is a dangerous thing at these times, Y/N. Be careful.” Nasuada would often tell you

You know she’s right, but you don’t mind

And surely enough, neither does Murtagh

You two share your first kiss before the Battle under Farthen Dûr

Obviously, you get separated during the battle

You fight alongside Nasuada and Arya for the most part

But you often find yourself fighting with the herbalist

You start to wholeheartedly believe she pops out of thin air

Anyways

After the battle, you make sure Nasuada is alright before setting out to find Murtagh

You stand by Eragon and you wait

Until the tunnel collapses

Ajihad is dead, and Murtagh and the Twins are gone, thought to be dead as well

And your heart is shattered

You mourn Ajihad’s death with Nasuada and the rest of Varden

And you mourn Murtagh alone

However, you soon decide that it was no time to mourn

Your resolve to see this through strengthened when Nasuada became the leader of the Varden and named you her bodyguard

Years later, you sat with Nasuada in her tent, helping her get ready for the Battle of the Burning Plains

A strenuous battle, you knew, but one you were sure to win

At least, that’s what you thought at first

You were busy fending off the king’s men when you hear a piercing shriek 

It sounded nothing like Saphira

You barely had time to kill the last soldier in your way before you saw the red glint in the sky, much like a glowing ruby

Another rider

You didn’t let it distract you, since you knew that Saphira and Eragon were on it

However, when they landed and Eragon managed to remove the helm of the opposite rider, your heart sank

Murtagh

He was alive

And working with the king

You were so stunned, Arya had to tackle you to the ground to avoid being impaled by a spear

The battle was over, Hrothgar was dead, and so were countless of the Varden’s men

You did not return to Nasuada’s tent, instead, you sat around the fire with Angela the herbalist, listening to her speak her nonsense

Not that you were paying much attention, as your mind was elsewhere

As time went by, your heart hardened

It had to, for if it did not, you would be burdened with the thought of Murtagh eternally

And so you hardened your heart and strengthened your mind

It wasn’t an easy task, but with Arya’s help, you managed

During the siege of Dras-Leona, you completely refused to leave Nasuada’s side, despite he telling you she could handle herself

You knew she was more than capable, but being the leader of the Varden made her a target

And you refused to lose another person you held close

However, as night fell, you grew weary

Nasuada commanded you to return to your tent, and you did so begrudgingly

You couldn’t help the thoughts that swirled in your head at night

Thoughts of you and Murtagh, of what should not- no, of what could not be

You weren’t able to dream for much longer, for as soon as you began to drift off, chaos ensued

You grabbed your sword and ran out of your tent, only to find Thorn and Murtagh staring defiantly back at you

You could faintly make out Nasuada’s form on Thorn’s back before the dragon took flight

And you could do nothing but watch as Nasuada was taken away

You were frustrated as hell

Mostly with yourself for letting your own needs distract you from your main task, which was protecting Nasuada

You felt like you failed her

Eragon felt the same way, and so you two found a bit of comfort in that, but you both knew what needed to be done

And so you stormed Urû’baen together

You were no magic user, but Eragon knew that you would not rest until you saw Nasuada alive

So he allowed you to accompany him, Saphira, Arya, Elva, and the others

In the king’s throne room, you were suspended along with everyone else but Eragon

You were relieved to see Nasuada was alive, but the sight in front of you made you ridiculously uneasy

Murtagh and Eragon stood facing each other

The duel went on for some time until Eragon was declared the winner by Galbatorix

Murtagh and Eragon exchange a few words, and before you know it, Galbatorix and Shruikan are dead

With the spell holding you broke, you rush over to Nasuada to make sure she’s really okay

You can’t help but glance at Murtagh

Only to find him staring back at you

He and his dragon leave shortly after, though

While Nasuada heals, she tells you everything that happened but focuses mostly on telling you about Murtagh

“He was being controlled, he had no say in what he did. But he did tell me that he cares for you, and that it pained him to think that you hated him. Go. Find him.”

You’re taken aback by this, but decide to do as she says

You and Murtagh meet in a clearing a few miles away from the Varden’s camp, thanks to Eragon

He sits near Thorn while you sit in front of him, the two of you silently studying each other

He’s changed a lot

His hair seems a bit longer, he has new scars all over, and he looks more tired

Nevertheless, you think, he’s still Murtagh

Different, but it’s him

He tells you everything that happened, from Thorn hatching to the shift of his true name in the throne room

Despite yourself, you find yourself forgiving him for what he did

He had no fault in this, it was all Galbatorix’s doing

How could you blame him knowing that?

You two talk for hours and hours and old feelings are slowly rekindled

When he stands up, he offers you his hand

“Come away with me. We can start anew, just the two of us.”

You hesitate, knowing you would have to tell Nasuada of this

Murtagh decides to wait while you go back to camp

Nasuada is sad to see you go but tells you she had been expecting this from the beginning

And so with tearful hugs, you say your goodbyes to everybody before joining Murtagh

Together, you head north

Neither of you knows where you’re going for sure, but it doesn’t matter. You’re together, and that’s enough.

[murtagh-thorn]

Super curious on everyone’s thoughts about Murtagh finding out his partner is pregnant 👀

[ivorydragoness44]

Halloween Fanfics 2023 Masterlist:

Murtagh Morzansson x Reader: Eerie

Ahkmenrah x Reader: Sarcophagus

Dr. Jonathan Crane x Reader: Toxin

Jack Frost x Reader: Cool Costume

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[marvelsimp97]

We Found Love Again (Loki x Reader) Chapter Seven - Revenge

Summary: Once upon a time Asgard and Alagaësia had an allience. The Alagaësian elven princess, (Name) usually visited Asgard to learn combat and have kids around her at the similar age. She almost grew up there and became good friends with Loki after the dark prince realized why he wanted to avoid her presence in the first place. They fell in love but never got the opportunity to try and confess their feelings for each other because of the war Alagaësia was in with another kingdom. (Name) was called back to her home and Loki never saw her anymore. But one day, she came back to Asgard, centuries later. Why?

Word count: 3178

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Days passed by fast at the Academy. You hanged out with Loki, Thor and Sif most of the time and introduced them to your best friends, Darla and Frask. Sif and Darla got along well so you were soon left with the boys. Frask and Thor were engaged in their own conversation about war stories and adventures of their own when Loki circled his arms around your waist drawing your attention to him.

'You didn't say anything lately. Everything's okay?' you asked quietly placing your hands on his around your waist.

'I had a conversation with your father some days ago... he is concerned about you' said the Trickster. 'Did you speak with him since we arrived?'

'...no' you answered feeling guilty. Eragon deserved your apology and you couldn't even face him because of your guilt. You were the one who pushed him away and told him all those things when it wasn't his fault. Whenever you thought back to the old times you could realize now how he looked at you with that silent plea to whatever gods are there for them to create an opportunity for him to call you his daughter. While you always wished you had a father like him. Now it became true and you didn't have the guts to tell him that you love him and want him to be a part of your life? You felt pathetic.

'Good' said Loki and let go of you suddenly. You turned around confused by his answer but you found no one behind you missing his touch.

'(Name)? What's wrong?' turned to you Thor and Frask seeing your distressed expression.

'I just... I need to find Loki' and you took off to his room. He was usually in his room when you weren't with him. The library was full of Rider recruits so it wouldn't be the place he would choose. As you ran down the corridors in the dormitory you ran into someone feminine. She had bright red locks and brown eyes with long eyelashes. You stumbled to the floor with her but rolled off of her quickly and apologized.

'I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going' you smiled apologetically at her.

'Oh, it's okay, (Name)' smiled at you the other girl. Your eyes widened at her response. It wasn't an accusation or insult which surprised in itself but she called you by your name and not princess or bastard.

'Do I know you?' you asked confused. Her smile widened and she shook her head.

'No, but it is time for us to meet!' she chirped. 'I am Ismira, daughter of Roran, your cousin.'

Your eyebrows almost hit your hairline in surprise and you gasped. Last time you saw her she was small and had two pigtails bouncing as she ran after Srunugr happily. You were confused as to why she was still alive because humans don't live more than eighty years at best. Roran and Katrina were long dead because so much time passed but Ismira still looked to be in her early twenties.

'How can you be alive?' was the first question leaving your lips. You clapped your hands on your mouth. 'Sorry, it was rude, forgive me please.'

'No, no it's okay, (Name)' she chuckled. 'I became a Rider not long after you got locked up. So... here I am...'

'Wow... I have so much to learn of those who lived their lives during these two hundred years...' you sighed sadly. You noticed a small coil in Ismira's hand and furrowed your eyebrows. 'What is that?'

'Queen Jonaldel sent me back to deliver her message to the council members' she answered. 'The atmosphere in Alagaësia is too heavy and tense. People started to fear and most of them gone to Teirm and the other seaside cities. Vraë's army took Gil'ead in two days ago. He's now the soulless king's ally.'

'How many people died?' you asked your face changing into a serious one. Your rage starting to boil. You lost so many precious ones to you in the last battle you fought with the soulless king, Eldon. Your hands balled into fists as your eyebrows furrowed.

'Almost the whole town except those who could escape or weren't near' sighed Ismira. 'The council will have a meeting in the noon. You're invited.'

'I'll be there' you nodded and said goodbye to her before going to your room. You needed some time to think before you would end up yelling at anyone in the conference room on the meeting.

You sat down on your bed and looked down to your lap where your hands rested and sighed out a shaky breath. Your body shook as you were flooded with memories of the past.

Flashback~

You were sitting in your tent staring onto the ground between your legs as you tried to concentrate on the oncoming battle. Everyone was so tense just like you but the fact that you just said your goodbyes maybe forever to Loki made your heart throb more painfully. A few days passed since your first kiss and you still dreamt of his thin lips on yours.

You just talked to Eragon but both of your words felt like dancing around a sensitive topic. Srunugr was in front of your tent's entrance and you sensed him to be just as nervous and tense as you and everyone was. You didn't speak to Arya yet and didn't want to but you promised you would do that after you win. You had to win and you needed to protect your people, making the burden heavier on your shoulders. You thoughts still swirled around Loki and your first kiss but the memories of your mother and your master kissing flashed between those thoughts making you angry and confused.

You looked up at your armor which would be soon on you. A few hours separated you from your first big battle. Your heart raced in your chest and you couldn't eat all day. Someone lifted your tent's slab and walked inside your eyes finding Murtagh. His now longer dark brown hair was in a tiny pony tail at the back of his head while his brown eyes looked intensely into your (e/c) ones.

'I thought you must need some fresh air, kid. Come' lifted the tent's entrance Murtagh with his hand and you knew you didn't have a choice so you got up and walked outside. Clouds gathered around on the sky hiding the sun from you and making everything seem grey and bitter. You could smell rain in the air and heavy, cold wind blew throughout the field you were camping. You followed Murtagh silently assuming he wanted to scold you for running away for so long and not contacting anyone. You reached the small grove near the camp but he still walked quietly farther. You were too lost in your swirling thoughts that you didn't notice him stopping and you bumped into his back. You rubbed your nose and looked up at him sheepishly.

'I'm sorry... wasn't looking where I was going' you mumbled. Murtagh turned around and sighed placing a hand on your shoulder.

'It is alright to be afraid, (Name)' said gently the Rider.

'I'm not afraid, Murtagh...' you shook your head.

'I told myself the same thing everytime I tried to kill Eragon back then' said the brunette looking at you seriously. 'Look, I know you well enough to see when you're afraid or nervous, (Name). You have to face your fears in a few hours and you should do it now because if you don't pay attention when you fight you will die. I don't know what happened in Ellesméra and I don't want to know either but you should get over it now at least until we win.'

'Eragon didn't tell you?' you asked surprised.

'I knew the truth since a long time but I didn't want any details' shrugged Murtagh. He looked around and sat down on a fallen tree trunk groaning. The Rider patted the spot next to him looking at you expectantly so you walked over and sat down next to him.

'That isn't the only thing bothering me' you said looking onto the ground. 'You know I'm friends with the Asgardian princes... and um... one of them asked me to be their wife.'

'You're old enough after all' shrugged Murtagh making you blush. 'Arya will be furious if she gets to know that-'

'Nothing happened between us!' you cried out trying to fight the blush which covered your whole face now. Murtagh started laughing at your blushing face and made your eyes widen in surprise. It was the first time you heard him laugh. You saw small smirks and smiles here and there but he never laughed so carefree before.

'Will you go back after the battle?' he asked after he calmed down.

'Mother will punish me so... there's not much chance to that' you shook your head.

'She really loves you, (Name), you have to know that' said the brunette.

'Huh... yeah, she always showed it with punishes and disapproval everything I did. I couldn't be perfect enough for her... everytime I failed something she just kept telling me to be better and when I finally succeed at something she just told me that it was the least I could do.' you huffed.

'She just fears that other rulers will find something objectionable in you and they would hurt you when you would take over the throne, if you would take over the throne' smiled sadly Murtagh.

'I will have you and Eragon and everyone by my side in that case' you answered smiling brightly at him. Murtagh was always there for you and protected you since you met him at the academy. At first Eragon had to drag him to teach the recruits but soon he started enjoying teaching the new ones.

'But not forever, (Name)' shook his head the Rider next to you. A sad but comfortable silence fell on you making nature's voices stand out. Birds chirping above you and wind blowing, it all made you feel at ease like you were the part of it all. 'We should go back.'

Murtagh's voice broke your daydreaming and you stood up before following him back to the camp. The Vardens were preparing for battle, their kids and wives spending their last minutes with these men. You and Murtagh separated in the mass of tents as the air was still filled with the smell of stew or roast. You soon arrived to your tent where Srunugr curled up on the ground at the entrance. His head perked up at seeing you and you hugged his neck pressing your face to his scaled skin.

'Eragon searched for you a few minutes ago. It seemed to be serious' said your dragon.

'I'm going to talk to both mother and him after the battle' you answered before walking inside your tent. You organized the stuff you thought was unnecessary right then and picked out Kweikva, your green star iron sword. You unfolded it from the rags you wrapped it and admired it in your lap. You decided to put on your armor when you sensed danger slowly crawl towards you. You stood in front of your mirror looking into the eyes of a fearless elven warrior you never thought you could be. You (e/c) orbs flamed with fire and your features settled into a serious, hard and cold expression.

'I wish the armor wouldn't suit you so perfectly' spoke up Arya behind you. Her green orbs looking over you with some kind of admiration and sadness.

'This is my duty as a princess not just the balls and conferences' you answered looking at her beautiful features. You two looked similar yet different. Her eyes met yours and bored into them while she placed her palms on your shoulders.

'Yes, but you're the future as well' she said.

'Mother, I promise you, I will not die' you answered determined. 'But because I made a promise to someone I love with all of my heart and soul... and I am keeping my promises.'

Her eyes widened in surprise but went back to unreadable in a flash of a moment. Her lips slowly pulled into a sad smile and she shook her head.

'You're so much like your father, (Name)' her voice rang through your being as she said that. You couldn't keep yourself from asking anymore so you turned around suddenly and looked into her eyes directly.

'Tell me why did you keep the truth from me?' you asked quietly but just as powerfully. You couldn't wait for the answer anymore and you felt Srunugr's attention turn to the conversation. Suddenly the alarming horns sounded through the camp alerting everyone for the coming battle and to gather into their own divisions. Both of you burst out of your tent and looked around. You jumped up on Srunugr's back while your mother did the same with Firnen. Your dragon jumped up into the air and stopped above the camp fifty feet high. You could look over the whole camp and you watched the soldiers hurry towards the battle field.

'It has begun' rumbled through your mind Srunugr's voice. You looked over the landscape while Srunugr flied towards the front lines. Queen Nasuada, Eragon, Murtagh and Arya with the council told you about the battle plan. Your duty was to lead the sixth division on the left side and if it was possible get behind the enemy. Your dragon landed in front of your division in his armor making everyone look up at you two in awe. You heard the signaling horns in the distance so you pushed Kweikva into the air and cried out. The soldiers behind you followed your example and ran after you with their horses. Soon the two bevies met and blood started flowing onto the grass. The strange thing was that the enemy's soldiers didn't die even if you pushed your sword through their heart. They just kept walking towards you. Srunugr sliced them in two with his claws but the soldiers cut in half just kept crawling towards the Vardens. You heard frightened and death screams from your right and shot your head towards the sounds but what you saw was something you never thought was possible.

The enemy's soldiers with skin as pale and sickly as a dead man's grabbed hold of one of the men and sank their teeth in his flesh before ripping large pieces out of his body. Everyone's eyes widened in horror and fear as yours did but soon all of you had to continue to chop these half dead soldiers unless you wanted to get eaten. Someone cried out in victory near your position.

'Stick your sword in their head! Their head is the key!' sounded from a man. Your division started attacking their heads and it was a success finally. You killed as many as you could when you noticed something strange in the distance. Horse hooves beat up dust by nine riders all of them wore black clothes, hoods hiding their faces. The half dead soldiers were all down but the next attack came from these mysterious riders.

'They are different...' sounded Srunugr's voice in your head.

'They seem to be strong' you answered as you could finally take a deeper breath and turn your attention to the approaching men. Suddenly riders raced through your division slicing your men's heads from their horses' backs. You gasped in surprise but you felt a sword coming for your head too. You bended your back at the last second but the force you moved pushed you down onto the ground. You jumped back up and turned to Srunugr who had a big wound on his right leg, hot and crimson blood flowing out of it slowly.

'It's just a scar, don't worry' reassured you the green dragon. Reinforcement joined you with Arya on the front lines. Your heart bumped in your chest with relief at her sight.

'Are you alright?' asked Arya her mind flowing into yours like a river.

'Yes, mother' you answered. Your attention turned back to Srunugr. 'I'm going to heal your wound a bit. Please don't move.'

'There is no need for it, (Name). I'm alright' dismissed it the emerald green dragon next to you. You turned your head to the leader of the mysterious riders. He was tall and the robes he wore hid the upper half of his face but even then you could make out a large scar over the left side of his face. He slowly pushed back his hood with his companions in sync. He had silvery white hair, thin lips and strong jaw. His left eye was blind because of the scar going through it while his other, good blue one looked at you with a cold hardness and cruelty chilling you to your bones.

Your lines collided in mere moments and you found yourself eye to eye with the scared man and another. They radiated coldness you never thought anyone could. After a few blow at their head and other body parts let you realize what was wrong with these men. They were soulless. They didn't care of who died or how not even about their own death making them a fearful enemy.

'I have heard about you, (Name) Dröttningu' spoke up the leader. 'I would love to not kill someone as beautiful as you but unfortunately your country is what our king needs. And you will all fall to your knees in front of him... or die.'

'Someone will surely fall but not my people' you narrowed your eyes at him and attacked him. The leader just smirked playfully and dodged your attack. You were fast enough to dodge his strike at your back as you turned around and parried his long sword. Srunugr's claw suddenly landed on his shoulder drawing a long and deep wound along his back. The man just turned around and threw his sword right into your emerald dragon's chest with an incredible force. Your chest felt like someone stabbed you but all you could do was watch Srunugr fall to the ground.

'I'm sorry, little one... I could not protect you...' you heard his voice fading into silence inside of your head. You searched for his mind but there was only darkness and silence. Your eyes loaded with tears and all you heard was silence. Painful... suffocating silence.

End of flashback~

Someone was shaking you by your shoulders. Your lips were ajar and your eyes filled with tears. Those hands... were cold but in a soothing way as they slid onto your bare neck caressing the skin. You looked into worried blue eyes and saw finally the man you loved so deeply.

'(Name)... love... what is wrong?' he asked concerned.

'Memories... enemy... blood... death...' you mumbled but Loki noticed a burning fire flame in your (e/c) orbs as you looked almost through him. 'Revenge.'

To be continued...

[padawan-jiejie]

Okay so I wrote this ages ago when FWW came out but I didn't post it cuz I felt like it wasn't good enough but hey here we are, so anyone up for a Murtagh x reader fanfic???

[ivorydragoness44]

Don't mind me... just leaving this here for future reference...

My BOY

[where-dreamers-go]

Murtagh Morzanson x Reader Moodboard

[imagine-nation20]

Silence Is Deadly

Summary: While with the varden, before the battle, Eragon realizes his love for the reader, but pushes his feelings back. When the battle ends and the Shade is slain, Eragon goes looking for the reader.

Warning: Mentions of death, ANGST

DISCLAIMER: I don’t remember the battle very well, so I am going off of what I remember from the movie, but switching it up a bit.

REQUESTED BY: @shewhobreathesfire

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The moment he had seen her helping a small Varden girl up, he realized. The girl with the shiny (H/C) hair was the love of his life. He caught himself smiling at the thought, the smile of said girl drifting through his mind. Almost as quickly as the happiness came, it left. His life was now much longer than anyone else’s here in this mountain. He would outlive the (H/C) girl by many years.

So, the young dragon rider pushed his feelings to the back of his mind and moved on to the battle he needed to prepare for. Saphira needed her armor, as did he, and then they would be off to fight, and possibly die at the hands of the Shade Durza.

While Eragon walked away, you glanced up from the girl you were helping, seeing his retreating form. You had a bad feeling about this battle, and while you hoped everyone would come out unscathed, you knew that would not necessarily be the case.

“Eragon!” You jogged after the sandy blonde, seeing his head whip around to look at you.

“I wanted to speak with you before the battle, I have something I needed to tell you.” Eragon was confused at your words, you hair was messed and your breaths slightly shortened at the quick sprint you made to his position. He nodded, looking to Saphira and telling her to go get ready without him.

“What is it (Y/N)?” He asked, becoming more intrigued by the minute. His feelings resurfaced at your smile, fighting within himself to keep them down.

“I know this is probably a bad time, but...” You paused, debating on whether o not to tell him about your deep rooted feelings for him. “I wanted to tell you to be careful.”

“Oh, right. You as well.” To say he was disappointed at your words was an understatement, as were you, but instead of changing what you said or him saying it first, you both embraced each other and went your separate ways for the battle.

~~~Skip~~~

The battle raged on, and you were caught in the middle of it. Soot stained your face from the fire around you, your were-cat companion long since disappeared to find his friend Angela. People’s swords clashed all around, the shuts of dying men and women fighting fill your ears. The sounds were so deafening, and the heat and fatigue began to wear you out. Another shout was nothing your were worried about, till a sharp pain erupted from your chest and your eyes cast down to the sword pierced through you. It was coated red with blood and, you screamed, louder than you ever thought possible. 

Murtagh was not far away, hearing your cry and turning to see the man remove the sword from your body and push you to the ground. Charging at the enemy soldier, he knocked him aside, stabbing him through the chest and moving to you. Blood poured from your mouth as you coughed, Murtagh propping you up.

“Shhhhh, it’s alright. Hang in their. We are going to get you help. ERAGON!!!” The dragon rider could not hear his friend’s cries as their dear companion bled out slowly.

“ERAGON!!!” Arya’s voice pierced through the battle, louder than Murtagh’s. Eragon and Saphira fell from he sky. Murtagh watched as his three friends died. This was it, this was where the rebellion and the Varden would come to an end for good.  The dragon and her rider hit the ground, the Shade now dead as well. Murtagh supposed that the was a pro to these many cons.

“Murrrr...tag.” His head whipped down to the girl in his arms, her hair matted with blood.

“Save your energy.” She shook her head, gripping Murtagh’s sleeve

“Tell...tell Eragon...” Murtagh pushed some hair from her face, shushing her again.

“I know, but save your energy, you will make it out of here to tell him yourself.” She shook her head at Murtagh’s words.

“Don’t lie to...m-me Murtagh Morzansson, we both know that I will not...*Cough Cough* Make it out of here alive.” She spoke i a hoarse voice, blood pouring from her wound and Murtagh tried to stifle the bleeding with his hand.

“G-goodbye Murtagh. Don’t trust what anyone says, no matter what, you are a friend of our’s and always will be.” Murtagh’s eye filled with tears, furriously whiping them away. He would not cry, never again would he cry.

“Goodbye (Y/N).”

~~~Skip~~~

Eragon awoke from his sleep, frantically sitting up. The last thing he remembered was fighting to heal Saphira as the battle ended. He had done it, he had killed Durza, but at what cost. He rushed from the room, his legs wobbling from the sudden use. It wasn’t often that Eragon wasn’t scared now, and it was no different now than before. Was Saphira okay? Was Murtagh and Arya? Was (Y/N)? (Y/N), the girl he was in love with. He had decided the moment he saw Saphira dying, he would tell (Y/N) of his true feelings. He would tell her and screw his life span, because he would not waste a moment of his life not with her.

Saphira’s thought’s clouded into his mind as he saw her touch down onto the ground. A smile spread onto his face, a conversation going on between the two. Saphira saw his thoughts of (Y/N) her mind immediatly blocking all though of the girl from him.

Eragon was confused, why was Saphira blocking him? Why was she keeping every thought of the girl from him? Where was she? the sound of footsteps echoed in his mind, making him turn to see Murtagh and Arya walk through the entryway. They both wore black clothing, faces grim, but happy to see Eragon.

Murtagh was the first to speak.

“I-I tried Eragon. I saw it happen and I tried to save her, but...She bled out before I could get help. I tried to call you, but you fell from the sky before I cou-” He stopped, seeing the tears from Eragon. This boy, once a farmhand, had gone through so much, and yet he somehow still had tears to shed. Through all the pain and death, Eragon Shadeslayer still had tear left to shed for the brave human girl. 

Arya left the room, her face still hung and grim, leaving the two to their grievances. She hadn’t known the girl long, but she knew when to pay respects.

Murtagh walked to Eragon, his hand going to his friend’s shoulder.

“She had something she wanted me to tell you, you know. She didn’t tell you this whole time cause she was scared. Imagine, (Y/N), scared.” Murtagh let out a strained chuckled before clearing his throat and shacking Eragon by his shoulders.

“She wanted me to tell you she loved you.” Eragon’s tears only came faster now as he looked up to Murtagh.

“But that’s the problem, isn’t it Murtagh? I never got to say it back.”