#oc harald

[mangaka-neko-chan]

FINALLY DARKTIDE GIVES THE OGRYN THE TRAIN MISSION!

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗟 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

Given the recent sort-of resurgence of Marvel OCs in this community, I found my own inspiration revived and decided to make some myself! I actually will very likely be properly introducing all of these (as well as elaborating on my MCU rewrite that actually includes mutants and more comic-accurate stuff, which they all exist in), but for now you can still feel free to ask me questions about any of them!!

Cheryl “Cherry” Marsden a.k.a. Cherry Bomb, she/her, no ship, Margot Robbie FC. A mutant with the power to manipulate energy and use it to create small, brightly-coloured bombs. Surrendered to the Xavier Institute when she was only eleven after showcasing her powers because her parents hated mutants, but ran away at sixteen and started grifting for a “living” because she was too chaotic and pretty much everybody in the mansion hated her. Eventually became a vigilante in Brooklyn, using her powers to take down criminals and corrupt rich people, before she’s approached by the Avengers (completely Tony’s idea, is anyone surprised) because there was a chance she could help them out as a part of the team. Promptly becomes the chaotic aro-ace rep the Avengers needed, inserting herself into their little found family and causing mischief all the while. Incredibly wild and chaotic and takes very little seriously, but incredibly loyal, a good fighter, and a lot smarter than most people assume. Basically she’s just here to save the world and have a good time doing it, and we love that for her.

Raina Lombardi, she/her, Natasha Romanoff (recasted as Jessica Chastain) ship, Monica Barbaro FC. A legacy S.H.I.E.L.D. employee (her great-grandfather was a scientist in the SSR and at least one member of her family has held a job in S.H.I.E.L.D. ever since), but never wanted to become an agent like both of her parents, so she chose to become a combat trainer at the Academy and teach new field agent recruits instead. Has admired Natasha from afar for years, but actually gets to know her after Fury finally convinces her to guest-teach a hand-to-hand lesson at the Academy and they start talking. Never actually goes out on any missions, but does interact with Coulson’s team on occasion and is a big fighter when it’s revealed that HYDRA’s invaded S.H.I.E.L.D. Generally a very serious person who’s incredibly loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D. and dedicated to her job (doesn’t really know what to do with herself after the agency collapses, but eventually becomes an MMA instructor), but also has an unexpected wry sense of humour and, despite her slightly intimidating facade, can be very warm and friendly. (Also a big fat lesbian who goes a little bit speechless whenever Natasha does something cool even after they start dating, but that’s neither here nor there.)

Henry Archibald a.k.a. Foresight, he/him, Sharon Carter ship, Tom Payne FC. A mutant with the power of precognition who only gets his visions in dreams, and thus suffers from fairly bad insomnia because they so often scare him and he wants to avoid them. Approached by S.H.I.E.L.D. because Fury thinks his powers might be useful, and Sharon is placed in charge of sort of keeping an eye on him the way she was with Steve, to make sure he doesn’t completely break down. Very reluctant to get close to anyone because he has a tendency to get horrible visions about those he cares about, but he can’t stop himself and eventually they become a really cute couple. Incredibly anxious, quiet, and closed-off due to his powers, but also has a very good heart and would do anything for the people he cares about. Also becomes really good friends with Maria Hill, Bobbi Morse, and most of Coulson’s team, especially Fitzsimmons and Skye.

Apollo Huang, he/they, Bucky Barnes ship, Harry Shum Jr. FC. A sorcerer (a born one, different from a mutant or witch) who moved to Budapest a few years before Bucky runs there after his magic almost gets found out back home in New York, and Bucky finds himself drawn to their stall of luck charms (that don’t actually work), while he finds themself drawn to him because he can sense the pain and dark energy from the past swirling around him. Over the year that Bucky’s hiding out, they find themselves spending more and more time together and falling in love, enough so that Apollo is even willing to reveal their magic and use it to help Steve prove that Bucky didn’t bomb the Sokovia Accords signing (he also almost uses it to kill Zemo later, but that’s a different thing). Playful and humorous, but also gentle and loving and would not hesitate to do anything at all for Bucky or anyone else they care about. Also an incredibly powerful sorcerer and not at all afraid to show off his magic to anyone who will watch.

Sabrina Devereaux a.k.a. Snowbird, she/her, Steve Rogers (recasted as Glen Powell) ship, Minka Kelly FC. A mutant with the ability to create and manipulate ice, snow, and frost, who was sold to a mutant trafficking ring by her parents when she was only thirteen and forced to fight other young mutants for entertainment. Finally ran away and lived on the streets until she was discovered by Clint a few years after he found Natasha and she begged to be brought to S.H.I.E.L.D. and made into an agent once she realized who he worked for, because she wanted to help people the way she and her fellow trafficked youth hadn’t been helped. Created her own suit and codename as an homage to the bird-themed name of the man who’d saved her, and becomes one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s best agents. Brought into the Avengers on Clint and Natasha’s suggestion shortly after the Battle of New York, and quickly becomes close to everyone on the team, as well as falling in love with America’s golden boy. Can be quiet and closed-off because of her past, but also has a lot of inner strength and is incredibly bold and not afraid to speak up for what she believes. Becomes really good friends with Thor and Bruce, and also a very sweet bisexual who has a big crush on Natasha for, like, a solid week after meeting her.

Harald Aamirson, he/him, Loki Laufeyson ship, Dev Patel FC. A knight in Asgard’s Royal Guard who’s been pining for the younger prince from afar since they were both young, hating the way Odin treated him and favoured Thor over him. When he gets assigned as Loki’s new personal guard, they finally start getting to know each other and connecting and even share a kiss, only for it to be revealed that Loki was planning to banish his brother and kill Odin. Thus begins the most complicated on-and-off relationship in all the Nine Realms, but throughout it all there is genuine love and heartbreak and so much care between them. Harald is incredibly dedicated and loyal, the perfect guard, but also a little bit feral (he’s in love with Loki, how could he not be), and isn’t afraid to bend the rules for the sake of the people he cares about. Eventually becomes one of Thor’s most trusted companions, which is definitely funny when you consider how much he used to resent him (they’re cool now, though).

Caroline “Carrie” Flores, she/her, Wanda Maximoff (recasted as Gratiela Brancusi) ship, Melissa Barrera FC. The daughter of one of the HYRDA scientists who had moved to Sokovia to perform human experiments, and although she was never allowed to interact with the subjects, never forgot Wanda and Pietro and the obvious aptitude they showed for abilities before the scientists ever got their hands on them. Due to her rage at her father and the atrocities he committed, became an assassin who hunted down the former HYDRA employees who had gotten away from the Avengers, all the while trying to figure out the secrets of the twins’ powers. Once she’s finally figured out their true parentage and the fact that Wanda is an Omega-level mutant, she finally approaches the Avengers, and through spending time with Wanda, who actually remembers her as well, they eventually fall in love! Carrie has a lot of rage and trauma due to her father’s abuse and the things she did over the years, but she has a lot of love in her heart and desperately craves to be loved the way Wanda loves her. Also, like, Probably Too Comfortable with being covered in blood, but luckily for her Wanda’s kind of into that.

Raymond “Ray” Nakamura a.k.a. Menagerie, he/him, Peter Parker ship, Ryan Potter FC. A mutant with the power to transform into any animal he wishes, who plays off the green hair that comes with his mutation and mostly just tries to fly under the radar, but eventually gets inspired by Spider-Man and decides to take to the streets as his own kind of vigilante named Menagerie - only to accidentally run into a maskless Spider-Man one night and discover that the insect-themed vigilante is actually the awkward guy who sits beside him in English. Ray decides to reveal himself to Peter as well and becomes a Friend of Spider-Man, and eventually they also fall in love and become a really cute superhero couple. Very sarcastic and blunt, but with a heart of gold, and incredibly brave and always ready to fight for what’s right and for the people he cares about. Also becomes besties with MJ, and they have fun judging people together.

Callisto, they/she pronouns, Peter Quill (recasted as Jensen Ackles) ship, Felicity Jones FC. A half-human, half-Asgardian hybrid who grew up with their Terran mother on Xander, until she was killed by a small Kree militia group during an attack and Callisto was taken to become a Kree battle slave at the age of eleven. Ran across Yondu’s band of Ravagers during a Kree mission, and Yondu, being reminded of his own past, decided to take her in, so she grew up with Peter until he left to strike out on his own and Callisto stayed with the Ravagers, and actually started to resent him for what they saw as him leaving her behind. When Peter steals the Orb, Yondu decides it would be best to send Callisto after him since they already have a grudge against him but will still bring him back alive - of course, she doesn’t expect Rocket, Groot, and Gamora to also be there and winds up shipped to the Kyln with the rest of them, and over the course of the group’s adventures actually starts to want to punch Peter less and less. An incredibly good fighter who’s amazing with almost any weapon, and the best sharpshooter in Yondu’s Ravager band. Very fierce and intense and, on the surface, a lot like Gamora, but actually has a chaotic streak much like Peter’s that they’ve tried to tamp down, and at the end of the day just wants to be loved and not left alone like she was before. Actually becomes really good friends with Rocket, and eventually the whole team comes to dead the shenanigans they get up to when left alone together.

Tagging the Marvel moots: @dancingsunflowers-ocs,

@ginevrastilinski-ocs, @xoteajays, @gabbysdawsons,

@stelstellakidd, @come-along-pond, @juliaswickcrs,

@asirensrage, @themaradwrites,

@goldheartedchaoticdisaster.

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

Sixth in the line - Harald Westergaard - the royal treasurer

If someone hates the Westergaard's family more than Hans does - it's prince Harald. Born 6th, he always had a way with numbers and money - so he could eventually become an unofficial treasurer of the Southern Isles. And since cash is never right in royal families - he became bitter and paranoid. He has a bad habit of accusing everyone around him of theft and/or embezzlement without much proof to support it. It's hard to blame him, though - he is literally betting his head on their funds without much compensation for it. And his brothers always have some financial needs, especially for wars and "border incidents", not really understanding that the money don't just appear out of thin air. He kinda feels like an ATM which must explain itself to its father after any withdrawal.

Harald, like most of Westergaard's brothers, hates their uniform and changes from it every time possible. He likes simple shirts and soft, wollen vests or sweaters. He is also one of the two princes - the other one being Lars - who wears glasses. But when Lars needs them the whole time, Harald only uses them for reading.

He has a wife, Lily and six kids - Bosse (9), Linda (6), Leif (5), Aase (4), Emil (3) and Britta (2). He doesn't wear his ring, because it was one size too small and his finger's blood circulation was nearly cut off. He put a brave face for a whole week after the wedding, then took it off, promised to get it to the jeweler to fix it and, well, if he promised, he promised, "you don't have to remind me every ten years!".

He also likes fishing.

Tea from Hans: despite his well-mannered appearence, Harald still holds the family's record in spitting for distance. For fifteen years no one was able to break it.

Of course, all of it is made up by me, because we know anything about only 5 of the 13 brothers.

[josh-xd-2004]

"Deleted scenes" from "The dragon maker" (includes the Vikings, my OC and Richard without a budget).

I wasn't really looking forward to it after this first week of November and all the shock that happened.

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[halothanic]

little project from a couple months ago, which were redraws of some fitting 80s album covers with my oc, atticus! i had originally planned to do four, but life got away from me, and i am really satisfied with these two, actually. but perhaps in the future, there will be more. i have way too many ideas for him.

first one is the album "synthesist" (1980) by harald grosskopf. this album is legendary to me and reminds me so much of the energy of his story. i often put it on when trying to write scenes, and highly recommend it. i never thought i’d be trying to capture him painted silver but it was fun to try full rendering for the first time in about a decade.

now, number two is the single "tarzan boy" (1985) by baltimora. if my story were a movie or show, it’d definitely be making an appearance! this song and i go way back. i still remember really listening to the lyrics for the first time and thinking, “this has to be about being gay..” and then learned that it, in fact, is. it still makes me emotional from time to time, it’s just so good.. in the live performances he reminds me SO much of atticus, even back when i created him in 2016 i would always imagine he had some kind of secret lanky dancing talent haha. if i ever get to animating i’d love to use his performances to bring atticus’ moves to life. he has such a silly and fun charm that i find is integral to atticus’ character, despite his serious demeanor. also, while looking for an atticus-esque replacement band name, i learned that “oxymoron” has a plural form lols

[dislocated-thumbs]

some more gifs I’ve made from school of dragons just before it’s gone . I think it’s only gonna hit me hard when it’s shut down !!!!!!!

[ofteasandherbs]

Moments away from disaster as @yakowo ‘s cats spiked the drink and a monster comes and attacks them.

Harald the bear belongs to @criticalrolo ! And Aster and Viädán belong to me!

[ms-rampage]

5 facts about your OC

Tagged by: @thewanderer-000 thank you!! 😁💙

Tagging: @athena-lilly @the-chaos-katzlein @inafieldofdaisies

Rules: Post 5 facts about your OC.

Here are some facts for Liv since she's my new OC. Paige and Kate have had their time in my OC spotlight, giving it to my Saxon/Norse gal.

1. She was to be married to King Harald Fairhair but was able to escape the arranged married, she only agree to it so she could plot her next escape. She also had a relationship with Ubba Ragnarsson prior to her and Eivor.

2. When she gets upset or irritated, her thick Saxon accent comes out. She normally speaks with the standard Norse accent.

3. She has a list of people that she plots to kill. She's friends with everyone, but there are some people who she doesn't trust and rub her the wrong way, or have ruined her life at some point.

4. She had a rational fear of men. Arriving in England, she became acquainted with Eivor, Gunnar, Ubba, Ceolbert, and a few others. She was friends with the women of the Raven Clan. (She went through a MASSIVE character development)

5. She has 3 foxes, Runa, Evary and Ljós. Whom she refers to as her children. She's also an icon for introverts, her way of having fun during feasts is watching everyone else make themselves look like fools.

[author-morgan]

🌹if you're still doing the WIP game! 🥰

From a long fic idea with Harald that I've tossed around. It would be a rewrite of Season 5B-6 and feature my OC, Ragnhild:

Harald Finehair leans closer, his lips twitching into a half-smile under graying whiskers as he lifts the ale-filled cup—if it is madness to try and take Kattegat from Ivar the Boneless, then he will play the madman, for a time anyways. At least until he claims the crown of Norway. “Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin,” he muses, gaze settling upon the woman at his side. She is an enigma to him, as all women are, but there is a familiar heat in her ice-blue eyes, a spark of madness. People do not call her The Mighty because of her gentle nature and equanimous temperament. “When the gods flipped the coin upon your birth” —Harald lifts his hand, the back of his fingers ghosting over a pale scar on her chin— “which side do you think it landed on, Ragnhild?”

send me a 🌹 and i’ll post one random sentence (paragraph) of a random WIP i’m currently writing

[theancientwise]

The reasons why I LOVE the FRANKS in "Vikings"

Any more questions?

(I'm sorry, Vikings fans, but in the Paris arc i had no sympathy for the Norses: not for the twins, neither for Bjorn, nor for Lagertha; i'm not saying they are bad characters, but here they were indeed enemies, who wanted to harm innocents people and needed to learn humility so much. So i'm sorry, but watching the Franks beating them was very satisfying for me. I mean no offence to all of you, and if i have offended you, i sincerely apologize).

[vellatra]

Had a lot of fun doing a big revenge chain with @reneethegreatandpowerful on ArtFight this year! Thanks for playing with me fren!

And if you've never heard of ArtFight, while this year's fight is wrapping up at the top of the hour, I very much encourage you to look into it and get set up for next year! It's so much fun!

Excited to find out which team won later in the month, but even if my team didn't, I still heartily enjoyed myself. Good game y'all! :)

[mangaka-neko-chan]

Finally drew the meme with them.

With my Harald, @elinilinxfoot's Theina + Rizo and Od's Adraan. All our Psykers from Squadron CR1-PT1D5.

[queenfinehair]

Are we still on board for Modern!Harald the cowboy teaching you the reins?

Help me because it's so there but I suck at beginnings. Send me a prompt.

[starship-squidlet]

In celebration of @vikingsevents ‘ Winter Solstice event, I’m finally getting around to posting for what has come to be my biggest fandom of the year!!! I’ve been obsessed with Vikings: Valhalla all year, and have been writing a ton for it—I just haven’t posted anything to Tumblr until now 😅 I’ll be posting a few chapters of the (extremely long) fic I’ve been working on this year, but you can find the full story on AO3 at any time, if you want to know who Brigid and Sveinn are, and how our characters got to this point. This chapter is for the prompt Snow—I know it kind of also meets body heat , buuut I have something else in mind for the 23rd, so stay tuned for that! As always, please let me know what you think of this chapter, and if you wind up checking it out on AO3, feel free to leave a review there and let me know what you think and how you found it!!!

Summary: After the attack on Kattegat, Leif and Harald find themselves on the run—along with their friend Brigid, and baby Sveinn—and spend some time camped out in the mountains while Harald begins to heal from his wounds. As winter snows loom on the horizons, they finally start the next leg of their journey: heading to meet Freydis in Uppsala.

Word count: 3,718

Disclaimer: I do not own Vikings Valhalla, or anything you may recognize from it, but I do own my OCs and this story itself! Also posted to Archive of our Own under the username ChocolatteKitty-Kat.

The morning after Harald woke up, Leif was once again woken by Svein stirring between himself and Harald. In an attempt to make sure Harald wouldn’t fall ill again, they had slept in the same arrangement as the previous nights—Brigid on Harald’s right, Leif on his left, with Sveinn between the two men. Leif picked Sveinn up, careful not to wake the others, and slipped out of the cave, taking the horses with them. They were running out of grass and shrubs to graze on; they’d have to start taking them further from the cave soon. He was walking back with an armful of firewood when the snow began to fall. He stopped and frowned up at the dark grey sky, then looked down at the baby. “Looks like we don’t have much time left, little one,” he sighed, adjusting Sveinn on his hip. The baby whined in response, waving tiny arms and chubby fists and grabbing for Leif’s beard. “I know. You don’t care about snow. Let’s get you breakfast.”

By the time Brigid woke up and joined Leif and Sveinn in the mouth of the cave, there was a dusting of snow on the ground. By the time Harald woke, the earth itself was no longer visible. Leif took two of the blankets to cover the horses with when he went to check his traps. When he returned to the cave, Harald and Sveinn were both asleep again, and Brigid was placing fresh wood on the fire. While he had been gone, she had made a small pile of firewood at the back of the cave. “I don’t want to run out of dry wood,” she shrugged. “We need the warmth from the fire.”

Leif nodded and sat down to skin the rabbits he had snared. He was still working when Harald woke and joined them at the front of the cave, still wrapped in an extra blanket. The prince scowled at the snow, falling heavier now than it had that morning. “We need to leave. This will block the passes, and we don’t have time to go around the mountains.”

Leif shook his head. “No. Not today. You’re still not strong enough.”

“We can at least get started,” Harald argued. “We can’t just sit here waiting around. We need to get to Uppsala, and meet Freydis.”

“I want to find her, too, but if we leave now, it will only be worse for you in the long run,” Leif insisted. “It would be far worse to leave early and have you get sick again, without somewhere safe and sheltered to hole up against bad weather and the cold.”

Harald’s scowl deepened, but he stopped arguing. As Leif skinned and gutted the rabbits he had caught, he passed pieces of meat to Brigid, who stuck them on skewers around the fire to cook. The last of the vegetables she had found were roasting in the coals at the edge of the flame, and she used a stick to keep them rolling and turning so they wouldn’t burn.

“We’ll spend another two days collecting food and preparing for the journey,” said Leif. “The hunting is good enough here, and it’s cold enough now to keep the meat from spoiling. Harald, you keep an eye on Sveinn; I’ll go hunting and fishing, and, Brigid, you can keep foraging.”

“I’ll have to go out further into the forest,” said Brigid. “Out of earshot. I’ve dug up everything edible around here.”

“I’ll stay as close as I can, in case anything happens,” said Leif. “Being so close to the stream helps; what few animals are around frequent it.”

Harald seemed decidedly unhappy about being left behind with the baby, but didn’t argue. He knew he would be no help anywhere else, and that, as Leif kept reminding him, pushing himself would only be worse in the long run. So, for the next two days, they settled into a routine. After breaking fast in the morning, Leif and Brigid would melt away into the forest, leaving Harald and Sveinn alone with the horses. By midday, they would be back with whatever they had managed to catch and gather, and after lunch they’d be gone again. Harald would skin and gut Leif’s findings, roasting meat and roots in and over the fire, and making broth with bones and vegetable skins for Sveinn. He cleaned the pelts thoroughly and laid them out to dry on the floor of the cave, stretched and pinned in place with rocks that they gathered; they didn’t have the time or materials to properly tan the hides, but the cold would help preserve them so they could make use of the pelts, even if only temporarily. Leif used the guts and inedible meat to bait his traps, hoping for larger animals like foxes, and spread the rest as far from the cave as he dared go to keep bears and wolves away.

At night, they continued to sleep in their little huddle. Leif came up with the idea to place rocks heated in the fire under the blankets by their feet and along his and Brigid’s backs for a little extra warmth, as they had to give up two of the blankets for the horses as the temperature dropped even further during the long nights. They wrapped Sveinn in the shawl to sleep in order to keep him warm enough through the night. Harald fashioned some crude needles from small bones, and the three of them used scraps from their old bloodied clothes, the bandages Brigid had managed to scrub at least mostly clean of blood in the stream, and threads unravelled from the edges of these fabrics to fashion a rough shirt for Leif to wear as an extra layer. It didn’t provide much warmth, with seams that gaped between the patchwork pieces, and made of thin cloth as it was, but at least it was something.

The third morning dawned grim and grey, but Sveinn woke them all with his crying. Harald built a final fire in the mouth of the cave to heat up the skin of broth for the baby while Leif and Brigid saddled the horses. They fastened the bags of provisions to Leif’s saddle and rolled up the dry firewood into two of the blankets to strap behind the saddles. The skins Harald had cleaned were laid over the bundles, fur-side up, to help keep them dry. Once they had eaten—a poor breakfast of cold meat and mashed vegetables, chased down with the last of the lukewarm broth so that they could wash and fill the waterskin—they mounted the horses. Brigid sat behind Harald now, letting him guide the horse, but with her arms firmly around his waist just above his wound in order to keep him from losing his balance, a blanket around each of their shoulders, while Leif took the smaller horse, Sveinn fastened to his chest with a harness made from the last scraps of stained cloth, and the final pair of blankets wrapped around them both.

They set off, leaving the cave behind, as the sun began to climb the sky above the clouds. The snow had died off slightly, now only flurrying, but had left enough of a coating to dampen the sounds of the world around them. All that was left to hear was the sound of the horses’ hooves crunching the crisp snow, and their own breath as it left their lungs in clouds of frost. They followed the river for a while, even its soft whispering as it flowed over rocks and other detritus dampened by the snow. It wound up the side of the mountain, but they soon had to abandon its path, not wanting to climb too high.They crossed at a naturally wide and shallow section of water, and then set off due east, planning to use the pass that Kelda had recommended, praying that the snow hadn’t blocked it just yet.

For the first few days, they stopped frequently—every two hours or so—to allow Harald to rest. During these stops, they would forage for more roots. At night, they sheltered at the base of cliffs or under trees, where the snow hadn’t covered the ground as deeply so that it was easier to clear. They used the dry firewood from the cave first, but that went quickly. After that, they gathered what wood they could at night and let it dry near the fire, then bundled it up in the morning for use the next night. Harald tended to fall asleep first, Sveinn nestled in his arm, while Brigid and Leif stayed up later to roast whatever roots they’d been able to gather during the day and mash them to eat later. Leif set snares overnight, often waking to find a rabbit or squirrel caught in them, but they weren’t able to replenish their provisions as quickly as they were eating them.

Harald was strong enough to ride through most of the day by the time they crossed the mountains, and no longer needed Brigid’s help to stay on the horse, so he and Leif switched mounts. Leif found himself grateful for the warmth of another body against his as the days grew nearly as cold as the nights, the snow falling more heavily now. Still, he spent most of the time shivering, and developed a cough that he couldn’t shake. Brigid made tea with the last of Kelda’s herbs, and forced him to sip it throughout the day, even when it had cooled. It helped a little, but Harald made him take the place in the center of their sleeping huddle to make sure he stayed warm at night. Now, they slept with Brigid pressed against Leif’s side, his arm around her back and hers across his stomach, and she would spread her heavy skirts over as much of him as she could. Sveinn would be nestled between Harald and Leif, tucked in the crook of Harald’s arm. The only time they unwrapped the baby from Brigid’s shawl was when he needed to be changed, and they did their best to do that next to a fire whenever possible.

It was over a week before the snow finally stopped, and the weather warmed up ever so slightly. The sun came out again, warming them during their long rides and melting at least some of the snow. This, unfortunately, came to be a problem, as it created dangerous slews of mud under the remaining snow that caused the horses to slip and slide. The only solution they could find was for Harald to ride the destrier, as it was stronger than the gelding, with Sveinn, and for Leif and Brigid to lead the horses, moving slowly to try and find the safest path through the slippery mud. They did their fair share of falling, and wound up covered in mud, soaked from the melted snow, and thoroughly bruised from the falls—not to mention horribly cranky. Overnight, the melted snow would refreeze, turning into even more deadly patches of ice, often invisible under the snow. Brigid slipped on one of these and nearly took the horse down with her when she fell, cracking her head on the frozen ground and slicing her cheek open on a rock.

That night, after Harald and Sveinn were asleep, Leif and Brigid sat by the fire, arms around each other and wrapped in a blanket. Brigid’s cheek stung where it had been cut; Leif had done his best to clean it with a scrap of wet cloth wrapped around snow, but that had mostly just hurt and left the wound raw and aching in the cold. She felt a single tear escape and swiped it away before Leif could see it. Almost as if he knew anyways, he tightened his grip on her, squeezing her even closer to him, and kissed the top of her head before resting his chin on it.

“Are you warm enough?” he asked abruptly.

Brigid snorted. “Hardly.” She remembered the last time Leif had asked that question, and a small smile played across her lips, a flash of warmth blooming in her stomach and chest at the memory. She pulled the blanket more tightly around them, even as Leif shuffled around, wrapping his legs around her hips and resting his chin on her shoulder. He kissed her jaw and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“Better?”

“A little.” Brigid could feel the heat of the fire on her face, and Leif’s body heat against her back, but she could also feel him shivering against her. She pressed herself back into him, trying to share as much of her own warmth as she could, and he seemed to still slightly.

Brigid rubbed her hands slowly over Leif’s legs, draping her skirts over them where they peeked out from under the blanket. He turned his head away and coughed, then turned back to bury his face against her back, his forehead resting in the crook of her neck. A few moments later, he began to hum. Brigid smiled to herself. It had been so long since she had heard his voice like this, and she listened for a while before finally pulling away. Leif released her reluctantly, and she stood, grabbing his hands and pulling him up to stand with her, before reaching up to wrap her arms around his shoulders and pull him down into a kiss. He rested his hands on her waist and stepped backwards, pulling her with him, until they had faded back in the trees, just far enough for a little privacy and tucked under a huge evergreen tree with boughs so dense that the ground beneath it was dry. Leif had to crouch to keep his hair from getting tangled in the tree’s branches and dropped to his knees, pulling Brigid with him. She wrapped her arms around his chest and leaned in to kiss him.

When they broke apart, Brigid rested her forehead against his, their breath mingling in the cold air to float away in puffs of steam. She hiked her skirts up, fumbling to unlace her trousers. Leif helped her, and helped her push them down off her hips. She pulled away, squirming around as she struggled to get her pants off under her skirts and over her boots. Leif had to stifle a chuckle as she grew frustrated, finally falling back on her rear as she lost her balance. She finally got them off and tossed the offending garment aside, then rolled back onto her knees in front of him.

Slowly and carefully, Leif laid back, guiding Brigid on top of him so that she was straddling his hips. Fingers trembling between the cold and her nerves, she hiked her skirts up around her hips, shoving the bulk of the material behind her, then set to work on the lacing at the front of her bodice. While she did so, Leif unlaced his trousers, lifting his hips up to push them down. When he was done, he pushed her hands away from her bodice and finished unlacing it himself, then grabbed onto it and pulled her down until their lips met, hard enough to bruise, as he kissed her hungrily. Brigid felt something sharp against her lower lip and tasted blood as it split.

Leif slipped a hand under Brigid’s bodice and her layers of clothing to take hold of her breast. He massaged it, rubbing his thumb gently over the nipple, and she moaned softly against his mouth. He responded by swiping his thumb over it again, earning another tiny sound.

Brigid’s hands found their way under Leif’s shirt, roaming his torso. She rocked her hips gently, feeling him growing hard between her legs. She pulled away from the kiss, resting her forehead against his to catch her breath for a moment, then kissed him on his cheek before moving lower, tracing a path down his jawline and neck. She paused to pull his shirt aside so that she could continue moving lower, nipping at his collarbone before moving to press kisses along the scars over his heart.

Leif reached down and grabbed Brigid’s legs, pulling them in to squeeze around his hips, then wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her body firmly against his. A moment later, he had rolled them both over, so that Brigid found herself suddenly on her back on the hard ground, staring up at the bright stars peeping through the tree canopy above them. Leif’s hands explored her body, working their way down from her open bodice to under her skirts, where they roamed her bare thighs. He found the heat and wetness between her open legs, and she bit back a moan as his calloused fingers probed her there. She grabbed the front of his shirt in her fists and pulled him down into another rough kiss. His teeth scraped over the fresh split in her lip, and she responded by biting his lower lip and tugging on it as they pulled apart. His eyes sparkled with some combination of laughter and something more mischievous as he kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheek, and the corner of her mouth, then down her jaw and neck. She gasped as he bit down where her neck met her shoulder, sucking on the skin hard enough to bruise. One of her hands found its way to the back of his neck, and she tugged out the tie that kept his hair back, tangling her fingers through his curls once they were freed.

She was so preoccupied with everything else going on that she almost didn’t notice Leif slide his finger into her—almost. When he added a second, it was like everything else was gone, and all she could feel was his hand between her legs, fingers curling inside her, hitting all the right places to make her moan and arch her back and grab a fistful of his hair, tugging harder than she exactly meant to.

Leif spared a glance back towards the campsite. The bundle of blankets that was Harald and Sveinn was just barely visible as a silhouette in the firelight. He saw no sign of movement, and didn’t hear anything to indicate that either Harald or Sveinn had woken up, so he turned back to Brigid and kissed her again. He wrapped an arm behind her shoulders, cradling the back of her head and pulling her up to bury her face in his shoulder. “Quiet,” he whispered, using his other hand to line himself up with her entrance. “Ready?”

Brigid nodded. She squeezed her eyes shut and tightened her grip on Leif’s hair and shirt as he entered her. He was bigger than she had expected, and moved almost agonizingly slowly as he worked his way into her. While she knew this was to allow her to adjust to him, she almost wished that he would just hurry up and get it over with. She whimpered slightly into his shoulder, and he stroked her hair gently. “Tell me to stop.”

Brigid shook her head, biting her lip to keep further sounds from escaping. Leif pulled away and looked down at her. “If it hurts, I will stop.”

“No,” Brigid managed. “Just… slowly.”

Leif nodded, pulling her close again. Once he was fully inside of her, he stopped, holding them both in place while her body relaxed around him. His other arm settled around her hips, hand splayed across her lower back to give him more support. “Are you alright?”

Brigid nodded. “Yes,” she managed a moment later, her voice shaky. Her grip on his hair and shirt relaxed slightly as the burning stretch she had felt as he entered her faded into something far more pleasurable.

Leif began to move, slowly at first, keeping his movements small and gentle. As she grew more and more wet, he increased the speed and length of his thrusts, now sliding in and out of her easily. Brigid moaned into his shoulder, eyes watering as something built in her, below her stomach. He shifted his grip on her hips, letting them rest on the ground again, his hand settling on her thigh and gripping it firmly. Brigid released her grip on his shirt and ran her hand down his side, tugging the shirt up so she could rest her hand against his bare, warm skin.

The knot below her stomach grew taut as Leif began to lose his rhythm, panting in the frigid air. She began to whimper and gasp as the tension inside her built, before it finally burst and she cried into Leif’s shoulder, the muffled sound impossibly loud in the still night air. As she pulsed around him, Leif came, letting out a groan as he finished with a final few thrusts before he finally stilled, still clutching Brigid to him, both of them clinging to each other for dear life and warmth, bodies trembling as their breath rose in clouds of steam, both of them gasping to catch their breath.

Leif loosened his grip on Brigid and pulled out of her before rolling over, letting her lay on top of him. The heat they had created between them was beginning to abate already, and he could feel Brigid shivering on top of him, but he didn’t want to move. Eventually, the fire began to die, taking its light with it, and they reluctantly separated and climbed to their feet. Leif stopped to relace his trousers, and Brigid did the same with her bodice. Once they were collected, and with cold and exhaustion rapidly setting in, they snuck over to Harald and Sveinn, slipping under the blankets with them—and feeling oddly guilty for doing so—to settle in for the night. Leif stared up at the stars as Brigid pressed herself against him, wrapping her body around his. On his other side, Harald was snoring lightly, and Sveinn cooed in his sleep. Overhead, the stars wheeled in the dark sky. Despite the cold and discomfort he felt, he was oddly at peace. If this was their lot in life, at least for the time being, he was glad that they were together for it. Being alone would have been far worse.

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Warp: Nice beard. Hive: Thanks. It's full of bees.

[lightofonesoul]

💗Harald Hawke x Anders 💗

~Fluff handers

Harald liked to look at him when Anders did not notice, he had done so for three years, assimilating every part of him- the pointed nose, long face, and long blond hair that often escaped his hairstyle, ending up on his face.

Now he was exactly like this, sitten and focused on his work, into the desk of the house. Harald was watching him, Anders' amber eyes flowed on his manifesto.

Those eyes are so full of love for him, and they truly express feelings. Harald had never felt so totally loved before as Anders did.

The more he looked at him, the more a warm feeling descends into his heart, a feeling he had felt growing for 3 years before Hawke realized how much he loved him.

He sighed slightly not wanting to distract him and settled better on the bed, waving his long black hair.

Suddenly Anders stopped to write and smiled satisfied, his face glowing with the light of kindness that Harald loved so.

"For Andraste's breath, you’re so beautiful."

The mage looked at him, his smile widening.

"Harald..."

"Look at you! Absolutely fantastic and not just physically."

Harald’s eyes softened as Anders' cheeks turned red. He stood up and approached him, moving his hair to the side and brushing his neck. Hawke felt Anders sigh.

"I love your selflessness, your activism. How you care about others, how you care about me and us. I love your heart."

"Oh, baby, you’re so sweet."

Harald brushed his cheek and kissed it, leaning towards him where his gaze fell on the manifesto.

"Anders? just.. you see here? Try to use a polite term. If you are more diplomatic, more people will listen to you"

"Mmmh"

Anders looked at the manifesto for a moment, then took the quill pen.

"Like this?"

"Yes, much better!"

The mage looked up at him and smiled. Harald was not a mage, but he knew magic, it flowed in his family, and since he was in Kirkwall he had seen what his beloved sister Bethany had to face and what she was fleeing from. And he wanted to help all the mages, he will fight for them and to give hope for their future, that’s for sure.

"Thank you love, your support means the world to me."

He glanced at him before returning to his manifesto, which he folded up and tidied up the desk. He put the quill pen in its place, and the manifesto with the pile of others lying nearby, others that he had yet to be completed.

He had spent hours on that job, but Hawke didn’t mind, he admired what he was doing, but now he wanted him to relax. Harald had felt his neck tense and in his gaze appeared that shadow that took his pupils when the subject was about the struggle between mages and templars.

Anders deserved to take a break.

Harald gently caressed his neck, then leaned over and began to kiss the side of his neck and felt Anders' breath change.

He always liked how passionate he was in his emotions, how he let himself go to his attention.

Anders' hand went in his hair, and Harald got chills.

Soon Anders turned to him and their lips met in a sweet kiss.

"You are wonderful, and I love you"

Harald got lost in his eyes and caressed his face, Anders did the same and they spent a few seconds so lost in the love they had for each other.

Anders' hand then brushed against his chest wrapped in his red robe.

"You know, I think you’re overdressed right now and I want to admire your beauty."

A twinkle in his amber eyes, while Harald’s lips stretched out in a smile.

"Do you think so?"

"Oh yes, I do"

Anders got up and they kissed and hugged into the large bed behind them.

Fin.

If you're curious, this is Harald

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