#murtagh morzansson x reader

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Dark Legacies Part II: Smoke on the Horizon

Pairing: eventual Murtagh x Rider!Reader Summary: Six months after arriving at Eragon's Rider Academy, secrets are revealed, missions are botched, and a long-awaited meeting of kindred spirits finally occurs under a smoke-filled sky. Warnings: canon-typical violence, descriptive battle scene, mentions of past trauma/isolation. A/N: This is a series of one shots and drabbles that all take place in the same universe. You can read most of them out of order (except for the first two parts that will set up the series) and still understand what's going on, and some elements will be taken from other Murtagh x reader one shots of mine. You can find this series listed in chronological order the Dark Legacies masterlist. PSA: Gormlaith is an Irish name (meaning “illustrious princess”) pronounced GORM-lah. Read Part I and see my masterlist here!

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Sometime after the Battle of Tronjheim, in Urû’baen

The small red creature chirped from within Murtagh’s cupped palms, his tiny eyes holding sadness befitting a much larger, older creature. He was barely a few days old and already burdened with an adult’s grief.

Murtagh sighed, rearranging himself on the cold, hard, cell floor to put the hatchling in his lap. A pale strip of moonlight shone through the barred cell window and the only sound was the steady drip drip of a leak caused by this morning’s rain. He remembered stretching his cupped hands through the bars and greedily slurping up what he could before offering the next handful to his dragon. The dragon was sated much faster than he was, being hardly bigger than his two palms. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, opening them a moment later as the dragon purred and snuggled into his abdomen. He gently ran a finger over the top of its head, reveling in the contented mews from the creature. He could sense its fear, hunger, thirst, but also his unwavering trust and love for his new Rider.

Rider, Murtagh thought with a mixture of awe and bitterness. Once this dragon was large enough, they’d be a powerful duo—able to protect each other through sheer size and magic, and then their enemies would get what was coming to them. So many people had tried to take Murtagh down—and even before he did anything. His only crime during his time at the Varden was being Morzan’s son and now the king and his cronies considered him a traitor worthy of torture. He remembered when the guards had forced him down on his knees in front of the king, a table with some cloth-covered object sitting in front of the throne. He had wondered what new form of torture this would be, only to realize it was something much, much worse. Galbatorix had ripped away the cloth to reveal a smooth, red egg that immediately began to crack just as Murtagh began to form the word “no—”

They would forever be outcasts now—to everyone. The empire considered Murtagh a traitor: captured fighting for the resistance and brought in cloaked with chains. Even if the king somehow forced Murtagh and his dragon to serve him, it would have to be by magic or coercion. Or both. Surely, those close to the king and his staff would be aware of this and of the fact that he wasn’t any sort of willing or loyal servant. On the flip side, Murtagh showing up on a large red dragon under the banner of the king to squash the Varden? Even if he refused to kill anyone, Eragon and his ilk would see him as a traitor as well. Because of the birth of his dragon, they now would no longer be accepted anywhere without the greatest resistance.

Sensing his rider’s thoughts, the dragon looked up at Murtagh with a heartbroken look on his face. Although he couldn’t form mental sentences, Murtagh knew that the dragon wondered if he was considered a curse.

Murtagh gently stroked the dragon’s head again. “You’re not the punishment, my friend,” he said softly before glancing at the bars of the cell in front of him. Beyond that stood a thick, stone wall with an equally immovable locked door. A small, barred square in the top showed the torchlight flickering in the hallway as the heavy thud of guards walking to and fro punctuated the dripping noise. “But I’m sure we’ll both find out what it is soon enough.”

~***~

One year ago

Despite the burning in your legs, you continued to run deeper into the cave. You weren’t even sure how deep this cave went, but your panic dispelled your sense of danger. Luckily, it hadn’t for the little creature hidden safely in your jacket and you could sense its fear at the growing dark, dampness, and quiet drip drip of a leak somewhere. You slowed to a halt and glanced behind you to see the light of day from the cave’s mouth a tiny pinprick at the top of the path sloping above you.

You stood for a moment and panted, glancing around to see a small flat area just ahead of you. You went to it and leaned against the wall, letting yourself slide down to sit and tilt your head back.

A tiny gurgle sounded from inside your jacket and you undid the stays to reveal the newly hatched black dragon snuggled against your chest. She raised her head to inspect her surroundings before gently butting her tiny head against your jaw, rubbing in a way that reminded you of a cat. She purred quietly before snuggling into the hollow between your neck and shoulder, holding your shirt’s fabric in between her small maws.

You sighed, gently rubbing your thumb back and forth over her head. “Hi, baby.”

You could sense her comfort, elation, and affection at the nickname and smiled.

“Well, I can’t call you baby forever. You’ll need a name eventually.”

A bird chirped from somewhere nearby, causing your dragon to snap her head up. You glanced toward the cave’s ceiling to see a bird’s nest nestled in a small nook. Your dragon was immediately up and out of your arms before you could grab her, clumsily using a combination of her wings—which she was still figuring out—and claws to drag herself up the cave wall and into the alcove. You winced at the startled shrieks and growls coming from the small hole. Several feathers floated out followed by an egg splatting on the ground below. It was silent for a moment until you heard some quiet lip-smacking and a small belch. To your surprise, your dragon emerged walking backward before falling out of the hole, dragging something along with her. You rushed to catch her before she could hit the ground, as whatever souvenir she had was too heavy to fly with.

The dragon landed hard in your outstretched hands, rolling over to look up at you with adoring eyes. Despite her terror from earlier, all you could sense from the creature now was complete loyalty and admiration. The egg delegation—or whatever they called themselves—from Eragon’s Rider Academy had traveled all the way from Vroengard to your small village just outside Dras-Leona to see if any new Riders were waiting there. Three elves, one in charge of the eggs and two warriors, accompanied by a young Rider and their dragon had swooped in and amazed the townsfolk. A few of the older children had eggs hatch for them right away as the elf in charge explained to a concerned parent that the large black egg in the bunch was rumored to have been sired by Shruikan—the old king’s mad beast. It was given a wide berth after that, but you couldn’t help feeling pity for the dragon inside. You were no stranger to being an outcast, and this dragon hadn’t even been born yet. They’d committed no crimes other than existing, and you couldn’t help but wish you could make them feel loved if no one else would.

Maybe that’s why a small crack appeared when you’d gone to get a closer look. Just as you had, a small smoking sphere hit the ground several yards away from you. There was just enough time for the screaming to start before it exploded, kicking up dust from the road into an opaque cloud. You’d grabbed the black egg and held it close to your chest. The explosion, however, rocked the ground and blew out enough of a shockwave that it furthered the crack the tiny dragon inside was trying to make. Shards flew everywhere as there was a fierce flash of light, slicing over your face and hands, to reveal the small, terrified dragon inside. You’d immediately shoved her inside your jacket, ignoring the searing pain in the palm of your hand, before sprinting in the opposite direction. Men in black hoods with fearsome, jarring masks that reminded you of twisted, black skulls immediately started chasing you, screaming something in an unknown language with the common tongue peppered in—but one thing was clear, they wanted your dragon and your cold corpse.

Over the course of the day, you’d lost them, then they found you again. Then you lost them, and they found you again. Then you’d lost them, but since they’d been pillaging and burning everything in their path, several passersby pointed you out to your assailants as you tried to hide. You’d somehow lost them once again in the forest before finding this cave. You could feel your dragon’s gratitude at not only wanting to offer her love, but risking your life to protect her. Even though she couldn’t form mental sentences yet, you could sense she was making the same promise back to you: especially once she was larger in size—and considering Shruikan was her sire, she would likely be very large—no harm would come to you.

She suddenly jumped out of your hands and took the object she’d worked so hard to bring out of the hole in her mouth. You did a doubletake as you realized your outstretched palm now bore a silver mark. Before you could inspect it too closely, the dragon pranced back over to you with a muffled “mmrph?” to show off her prize.

You bent and realized it was the bird’s nest before receiving the mental image of a small fire from your dragon. You smiled, petting her little head again. “Good girl, thank you.”

She made a small mlem as you gently took it from her jaws. She sniffed the air and turned to gobble up the broken egg on the ground before returning to your side. You returned to the place you’d been sitting and set the nest on the ground in front of you, making a border out of some nearby stones. A mysterious woman who lived in your village for a few years when you were younger had taught you some magic and you couldn’t help but be grateful for it now. You stretched your fingers out towards the fire before muttering, “Brisingr.”

Sparks flew from your fingertips to ignite the nest. It wasn’t a huge fire, but it would be enough to keep you warm as night rolled in.

Your dragon jumped at the whoosh the flames made, trilling and hiding themselves inside your jacket again. You laughed. “You’ll have to get used to that, since one day that will come out of your mouth.”

The dragon peeked up out of your jacket and tilted her head in question. You stroked her scales and she closed her eyes with a contented sound.

Your own contentment faded as the reality of your situation hit: you and your dragon might be outcasts for a while. With her being Shruikan’s offspring, people would likely always be suspicious of you right off the bat—and that wasn’t even taking the masked men who would probably continue to hunt you into consideration. People in the village were very quick to blow your cover if it meant their own safety. You couldn’t completely blame them, but it did make you wonder who you could trust. You doubted you’d find the delegation very easily to take you back to Vroengard with everyone else now. And would they even want to? Or would they assume that would put a target on the backs of young children and defenseless hatchlings? You and your dragon were solidly on your own now. Because of her birth, you may now no longer be accepted anywhere without the greatest paranoia.  

Sensing her rider’s thoughts, the dragon opened her eyes and looked at you with concern. Although she couldn’t form mental sentences, you knew she wondered if she was considered a curse.

You used two fingers this time to gently stroke the sides of your dragon’s neck. “You are anything but a curse. I’ll always protect you and have your back.”

The dragon chirped happily before butting her forehead against yours and snuggling into your chest once more.

You placed a protective hand over her body, feeling the soft membrane of her wings against your fingers. “So, how does the name Gormlaith sound?”

~***~

Now

A group of bandits—even one as large as this—should’ve been no problem for Murtagh, especially when he had Thorn with him. But they had been much more equipped and organized than he’d anticipated. Since his mission was more undercover, he’d been riding a horse while Thorn flew high above in the sky when the bandits had first attacked. He’d successfully held them off for a while until they started pouring out of the nearby brush in large numbers. When Thorn had flown in to save him, they’d rolled some sort of ballista out of the forest’s cover before disarming Murtagh and forcing him to his knees. Before he’d had time to warn his dragon, they’d loosed the bolt rigged inside, its tip covered in slimy, black goo. It didn’t go deep or even hit a fatal area, but surprised Thorn into losing his balance. Murtagh could feel him suddenly grow woozy and clumsy through their mental link before crashing to the ground a few yards away. The bandits wasted no time in throwing a large, metallic net over him.

Murtagh tried to quell his panic as Thorn’s mind grew increasingly hazy. Had this group developed some sort of dragon poison, or did they just want to knock him out? He’d never heard of a poison that was this painless and fast-acting. But why try to capture either of them in the first place? And how the hell were they so well-equipped?

Murtagh fought against his captors as they dragged his hands behind his back to bind them. “What do you want?”

No one responded, just held onto him tighter as Thorn’s eyelids continued to droop.

I…I can’t keep my head…up…

Don’t go to sleep, Murtagh begged, his chest heaving. Fight it.

I’m trying…

Movement from behind the group of men in front of him caught his eye. There were ten of them in front of him, weapons all trained closely on him, another four holding him, and another eight surrounding Thorn. They looked like ordinary bandits—their hoods up with cloth masks over their faces, their clothes and gear (aside from the shiny, new ballista and net) worn and rusty. Through the group in front of him, Murtagh could see someone in all black moving toward him. The crowd parted and Murtagh’s breath caught in his throat as a man clad in all black, hood drawn, and face hidden by a black skull mask, emerged and simply stared down at him. He clung tightly to a flail before glancing at Thorn, making Murtagh realize even his eyes were covered with some sort of black mesh that he could clearly see out of, but rendered his eye color a mystery.

“Well done hunting us,” he said, turning his face back to Murtagh. His voice was unremarkable aside from the fact that it was male and muffled by the mask. “You were so close.”

Murtagh tested his captors’ strength again and again failed. He growled in frustration; ever since you and Gormlaith had arrived at the academy, the masked men who had been chasing you had been on everyone’s minds—including the queen, who worried about the threat they posed to everyone as a whole. For the last six months, Murtagh and Thorn had been away from the academy (minus the few trips to return and recoup) hunting for clues about this group. He’d found nothing beyond tracking their path and always being several steps behind, barely missing them whenever they seemed to stop and refuel. There were rumors that they were somehow affiliated with a witch who was just as elusive, but he’d found nothing else helpful. They’d been quiet since you’d arrived at the academy, but clearly on the move—and now it was obvious they’d been equipping themselves with followers and means to take down a dragon aplenty.

Murtagh could feel Thorn slipping further and further into sleep. Stay with me, friend. All he got was a long sigh in response as the dragon’s eyes fell closed and didn’t open again. He could still feel him alive and unharmed, but rapidly losing consciousness.

A bandit with a blue hood and mask who stood directly behind the masked man spoke up. “Where are we taking them?”

“To the black sands.”

Just then, a distant roar filled the air with a tone that betrayed its large size. Thorn’s eyes barely flickered open as their assailants looked up in concern.

“I thought you said this would be the only dragon around for miles,” the man with the blue hood said. “We only have the one net and used our only bolt already.”

The distant beat of wings grew louder until it was thundering toward them from behind. Murtagh tried to turn his head, but it was roughly shoved back to look at the ground. He carefully reached out with his mind and touched a vast, unyielding consciousness with a hint of darkness—and maybe even a tinge of madness—that immediately blocked him out. From his view of the ground, he saw a large shadow suddenly block out the sun as the men in front of him began to panic. Another roar, this time much closer, rang through the sky, so deep and loud that Murtagh felt it vibrate in his chest. There was barely time to register anything before fire rained down, taking out several of the men guarding Thorn and the ballista. Screams and the smell of fire filled the air as the bandits before him broke formation to head for cover in the nearby forest while those on fire jumped in the river on the opposite side.

Now free of his guards, Thorn tried his best to get up and shake the net off, but to no avail.

“Stand your ground!” the blue hood cried.

The masked man held out his hand to keep him from drawing his sword. “It’s no good.”

“It’s one dragon and rider—and the ones you wanted, at that!”

“She’s much, much larger than anticipated. She’s grown too quickly and we don’t have the means to bring her down—and she’s angry. Live to fight another day—and this way, you’ll live to see your pay.”

Another roar sounded, filling Murtagh’s ears to the point of pain. He screwed his eyes shut against the ringing in his head as the shadow fell over them again. A column of fire missed his head by mere feet as the men holding him ducked, yelling in terror.

“Pull back!” the blue hood screamed. “To the forest, now!”

The men holding Murtagh threw him to the ground. He landed hard on his back and felt all the air woosh out of his lungs. Once he’d managed to catch it, he knew the sight before him wouldn’t leave his mind anytime soon: part of the forest and the ground ahead of him were engulfed in flame, several of the bandits making a run for it. Black smoke plumed into the air as a great, black dragon moved to hover just over the tree line, and he had to remind himself that it wasn’t Shruikan in front of him. The beating of its wings drove the smoke back toward Murtagh, obscuring his vision and causing him to cough. As the masked man made his way towards the tree line, a figure emerged from the smoke as if born from it. They were also clad in all black armor, the symbol of the academy’s bodyguards emblazoned on their chest. In their hands, they held a wicked sword with a black blade, several notches along the steel to create the illusion of spikes.

They strode towards the masked man with purpose and as some of the smoke cleared, Murtagh realized it was you. Although you’d never been formally introduced with him being in and out of the academy so much since you’d arrived, he’d recognize you anywhere. You’d become a bit of a celebrity at the academy and he couldn’t deny you’d caught his eye more than once in group conversations. He’d never seen you geared up for battle though and especially with Gormlaith behind you and your black blade, you were truly a sight to behold.

You and the masked man met in the middle and he swung out with his flail. Murtagh scrambled to his feet just as you ducked to avoid the blow, grabbing Zar’roc where the bandits had abandoned it on the ground and running to your aid. Before he could get close enough to help, you swung for the masked man’s leg. He blocked the blow with the handle of his weapon just in time for you to swing your own handle into his face, stabbing the cross guard of your sword right through the eye of his mask. He shrieked and stumbled back a few steps. Murtagh swung out with Zar’roc just as the man turned. But instead of slicing solid flesh, he found himself slicing through a sudden cloud of black mist that scattered on the wind, leaving the two of you alone amongst the carnage.

You both stared at each other in silence for a moment before looking around, keeping tight grips on your swords. When no one reappeared after a few minutes, you sheathed your sword into the scabbard slung across your back before making your way over to Murtagh.

~***~

“Are you all right?” you asked, glancing at the red dragon still immobile under the net several yards away.

I’ll help him, Gormlaith said before quickly landing by his side, her wings scattering the smoke back towards the wrecked forest behind you. You glanced at the havoc all around—it was hard not to scorch the earth with every entrance with a dragon that size, but it did have its uses. And you couldn’t deny the confidence boost in knowing you were safe with both your skills and dragon.

“I’m fine,” the man in front of you answered, picking up his scabbard. He sheathed his sword and belted it around his waist. “But Thorn has been heavily sedated.”

You nodded, looking at your dragon as she took the net in her teeth and gently pulled it off Thorn’s body. He groaned and shifted his head to look back at her, but seemed he couldn’t raise it very far off the ground.

“Have you ever encountered any sort of sedative that could take a dragon out like this before?” you asked.

“No.” The man swallowed hard, gripping the pommel of his sword until his knuckles turned white. He motioned for you to follow him as he quickly trudged to his dragon’s side. “They shot him with some sort of bolt. It didn’t go deep or hit anywhere deadly, but it was coated in some sort of…goop. An invention of these masked men, I assume.”

You watched in concern as the man leaned against his dragon’s head, gently massaging his jaw. The dragon blearily opened his eyes before settling against the ground, leaning gently into his rider’s body.

The man sighed before turning back to you. “Well…we can’t move him. Even with your dragon’s large size, I doubt she could carry him anywhere along with the two of us.”

You glanced at the setting sun. “It will be night soon and we at least have some cover from the nearby forest. We could camp here for the night, set some wards, and hope this is worn off by the morning.”

He nodded. “How did you get here? I thought you two were back at the academy.”

“We were one of two rider and dragon bodyguards for an egg delegation nearby, but saw Thorn flying through the sky just to suddenly plummet. We got leave from the lead guardian to come see what was going on.”

“By yourselves? Even though these masked men are still out there and hunting you?”

“Well,” you shrugged, “Gormlaith’s big enough and I’ve had enough training to handle ourselves.”

The man scoffed and glanced at the still-smoking trees. “Clearly.”

You chuckled. “But we did promise Eragon we’d behave, so…” You shoved your hands in your pockets and bounced on the balls of your feet, “there, uh, go our ‘leave-the-grounds’ privileges for a while, I guess.”

He gave you a small smile, resting a hand against his dragon’s head. He stared at you for a moment with a look of open admiration that you couldn’t deny stirred butterflies in your stomach. “Thank you for saving us anyway. I’m Murtagh and this is my dragon, Thorn.”

You nodded. “We’ve heard of you. I’m Y/N, and this is Gormlaith.”

Murtagh nodded, a quick flash of guilt shadowing his features before it was gone again. “And we’ve heard of you. You’re quite the celebrity back at the academy—and even among the people here in Alagaësia.”

“So we’ve heard.” You laughed humorlessly. “We’ve been called the ‘new shadow’ enough times since we landed with the delegation.” You tried not to grimace at all the memories of students, their families, and now citizens alike giving you a wide berth. Although you had a small fan club back at the academy, it mainly consisted of younger students who had no memory of the second Riders’ war. You could feel through your bond that it was even harder on Gormlaith than it was on you. She was the one who was being punished for her father’s sins, after all—but you’d both accepted that this was just the way you would exist in the world, at least for a while: alone together.

As if sensing your thoughts, Murtagh gave you a sympathetic, but grim look. “Well…you won’t be a shadow to us.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly, trying to impart with your eyes that you understood he was one of the few—if not the only—person who could truly understand your plight. You held each other’s gaze for several moments before looking away awkwardly. “Well, we should get started with the wards. You can take that side, and I’ll take this side. There should be enough things on fire that starting one shouldn’t be too hard.”

You’re welcome, Gormlaith said, expanding her consciousness so Murtagh and Thorn could hear her, too.

You both laughed, Thorn giving a meager snort that could’ve been taken as one as well, before getting to work. The perimeter of the ward had to be large to accommodate Thorn and enough room for you to sleep in. Gormlaith was always hyper-aware of her surroundings and large enough that you weren’t worried about fitting her in—and the two of you always had light wards anyway. Once a fire was made, the nearby river made for easy fishing via magic. Murtagh insisted on cooking the meat with the utensils he always carried with him as a thank you. You weren’t sure how long you sat and talked, insisting on staying throughout the night to make sure he and Thorn would be all right. Your caregiver and magic teacher had been adamant that you learn how to read well and the two of you talked about books and scrolls you read for so long, you lost track of time. Murtagh seemed pleasantly surprised by your knowledge of the topic and his air was much lighter and more open than what you’d seen the few times you’d run into him at the academy. You’d only ever seen both him and Thorn from across the way or run into him during group conversations where he didn’t say much and disappeared quickly. But they’d both seemed much more tense and closed off then, and you’d certainly never seen him smile. Scoring more than one laugh out of him during your conversation felt like you’d won a prize and up close, you realized just how handsome he really was. If not for his past, you were sure the women at the academy would’ve been all over him trying to get just a shred of his attention. He’d always struck you as very reserved, but this new hint of shyness when he looked at and talked to you was new and only increased your own nervousness that you hoped he couldn’t detect.

Mmm, I see he’s struck someone’s fancy, Gormlaith teased.

Oh, shut up—as if you weren’t admiring his dragon earlier.

A girl can look; that’s not a crime.

A while after Gormlaith had laid down, you realized just how high in the sky the moon was. “We should get some sleep—but before we do, I wanted to ask if you’d learned anything about the masked men in the last six months?”

Murtagh took a drink from his water skin and shrugged. “Not much more than we already know—except I’ve heard rumors that they may be connected to some witch who’s been equally elusive. I’ve always seemed to be two steps behind them and didn’t even know they were tracking us back until they already had us.” He paused. “I know you two are capable, but you need to be careful about leaving the academy…” He glanced at his feet. “I’d hate to see anything happen to you.”

You nodded. Although you also believed in your and Gormlaith’s capabilities, you couldn’t help but worry about what all this meant not only for your own lives, but the people around you. If you hadn’t arrived when you did, who knew what could’ve happened to Murtagh and Thorn? Before you’d even been formally introduced, you’d already put a target on their backs. Who else was now a target because of you?

Murtagh interrupted your thoughts. “We should get some sleep now. You’ll probably want to return to the delegation first thing in the morning.”

You stood, untying your bedroll from where it was strapped to Gormlaith’s side. “Well, as long as Thorn’s more coherent by then.”

Murtagh sighed as he grabbed his own bedroll. “I’m hoping he’ll just sleep it off. He’s definitely out right now.” He gently rubbed his dragon’s head again. “We might come back to the academy with you this time. Thorn could probably use a rest after this, especially before we venture any further away from the coast.”

You nodded, laying out your bedroll close to Gormlaith’s side and settling in.

I’ll take first watch and wake you in a few hours, she said before gently nuzzling your side with the tip of her nose.

All right, you replied, already enjoying the warmth radiating from her body as you rolled to face her.

After a few moments of nothing but the crackling of the fire, Murtagh quietly said, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night,” you mumbled, already half asleep and picturing his smiling face again in your mind.

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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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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 🥰

[murtagh-thorn]

Not to shameless plug, but I’ve got a Murtagh master list here!

inheritance cycle nation will you pls give me your fic recommendations 🙏🙏

[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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[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

[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]

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]

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

Gazerbeam / Simon J. Paladino x Reader: Recognition

[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

Previous Chapter - Masterlist - Next Chapter

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???

[where-dreamers-go]

Murtagh Morzanson x Reader Moodboard

[ivorydragoness44]

Be shameless. Share your work! ✨

I'll just toss my Murtagh fanfic masterlist and Imagines masterlist in here too.

inheritance cycle nation will you pls give me your fic recommendations 🙏🙏