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magicalicefairy · 4 years ago

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𝔹𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕘𝕖𝕤 - ᛒᛖᛃᛟᚾᛞ᛫ᛗᛃᚦᛋ᛫ᚨᚾᛞ᛫ᚨᚷᛖᛋ

Chapter 2 “Memories”

Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornsson x OC / Tyr x Persephone

Warnings: strong language

Word Count: 2.7

Chapter 1 AO3 Wattpad

"Ros!" I shouted through the golden fields of the Elysium. "Ros, where are you?" I looked around nervously. Where was that dog again? I let my gaze wander through the distance and couldn't see my dog anywhere. Well, he'll be back and I made my way back to my Acropolis. The sun was shining and warming my skin. The wind blew a light breeze through my blond hair. It smelled of fresh flowers and hundreds of different colors glittered in the distance. The Elysium was the purest paradise and it was my paradise, mine all alone. Even when I was at home here and felt comfortable, I longed for my mother. For other people with whom I could talk, laugh and celebrate. Unfortunately, I couldn't get out of my paradise, because it was also my prison, in which I was to live until the end of my days.

I shook my head and got myself out of my thoughts. I entered my Acropolis and heard the familiar bark of my dog Ros. I quickened my pace and saw Ros, who was sitting in front of my throne and was being petted by a man.

“Ros, there you are! I've been looking for you all over the place! ”I approached the man and he looked up at me. He had light gray-blue eyes.

"This is your dog?" He asked, getting to his feet.

I nodded and Ros came to lick my hand. I looked down at him and couldn't be angry with him.

"And you are?" I was about to say when Hermes came into the throne room, accompanied by another man.

"Persephone!" There you are! The emissaries of the Aesir are here to make agreements for the purpose of unifying our peoples. ”He concluded and pointed to the man next to him and the man who had previously petted Ros. Damn it! I had totally forgotten about the meeting and hadn't really prepared myself. Silly me! Of course that had to come across as totally unprofessional. I tried to improvise and nodded in agreement to Hermes.

“Hermes, of course. I was just looking for Ros and overlooking the time. I'm sorry for the delay gentlemen, ”I said. That was half a lie. Ros had actually disappeared and Hermes knew how much I loved the dog.

"That's Thor, Lord of Thunder," said Hermes, pointing to the man standing next to him. He was tall, had a huge beard and long brown hair, and his blue eyes looked at me kindly.

"And Tyr, Lord of Justice," pointing to the man on my left. He also had brown hair that was already graying slightly at the temples.

"Your Majesty," he said and bowed.

I immediately raised my hands. “No please, a simple Persephone is enough in my realm! Formalities are for the boring! ”I said and gave him a smile.

"Great, nice to meet you!" Said Thor and bowed respectfully.

Hermes stepped in. "Then should we start negotiations?"

I shook my head. “Oh my dear Hermes, why don't we show our guests around a little and then have a fresh glass of wine? Can we then make the agreements afterwards? "

Thor nodded enthusiastically. He didn't seem like the guy for a long speech. After all, I wanted to get to know the people I was supposed to negotiate with. It was good for all of us. Hermes seemed to agree, only Tyr looked something, how should I say? Was it annoyed? He probably wanted to get straight to the point.

"As you wish, Your Majesty," he said, looking at me steadfastly.

I walked up to him, looked him straight in the eye and replied in a sugar-sweet voice: "Ah, a boring man". I walked past him and headed for the exit. "Please follow me!"

Thor laughed and gave Tyr a nudge. "Come on you boring one!" And winked at him.

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Lost in thought, I stared at the ceiling of my tent. I heard the rain pattering on my tent roof outside. Eivor had helped me to find a suitable place for my house around noon and we had found a good place not far from the longhouse by the river. Of course I slept in a tent until my house could be built. I felt a lot safer and more at home than in my hut in the burned down village. Eivor introduced me to some of the villagers, including Gunnar the blacksmith, Petra the huntress, and Sigurd's wife Randvi. She was often in the longhouse at the alliance map and handled all incoming letters and alliance inquiries. She was really nice and had given me a warm welcome. Of course, I assured everyone in the clan that I would take good care of their complaints, be it nausea or when they just dont feel well. I turned on my straw mat and tried to sleep but couldn't. After what felt like an eternity, I decided to unpack a few of my things that we were able to save from my old hut.

I decided on a small box that I had taken from my home in Greece. Inside were mementos of my native country and my mother. A small glass of white sand, a small necklace that belonged to my mother and a figure of the goddess of spring: Persephone wrapped in linen and carved from hold. I carefully unwrapped it and placed it on a small table. I lit candles and prayed a few words to Persephone. I noticed how the rain was lessening and looked outside. It had to be late because I could only hear the crickets chirping and the moon shone brightly. It had become quiet in the village. Suddenly I felt like going for a walk, because I couldn't sleep anyway. I took a small scarf and wrapped it around my shoulders and went on my way to get some fresh air. The ground was muddy from the rain, but I smelled the freshness of the grass and saw a few scattered fireflies buzzing through the air. I went up the hill to the large oak tree and looked into the long branches. The tree was remarkably beautiful. He looked old and wise, as if he had already been through a lot.

"Can't you sleep either?" I heard a voice behind me.

I turned around and saw Sigurd approaching me. He was just too tall to be overlooked. He smiled.

"No, I couldn't sleep," I replied, looking up at the tree again.

"Neither did I" I only heard him. In some way he made me nervous and I tried to avoid his gaze. Every time he looked at me it felt like he was looking into my soul. I thought it was a little strange.

"Quite a big tree," he said as he followed my gaze.

"Right? It must have seen a lot! ”I said, fascinating.

"Have seen a lot? How should a tree have seen something? It's just standing there and judging his size, it has for a while“ he scratched his chin.

“Well, we're not the first people to be here. It's been here for a couple of decades, ”I told him. "You can see that from the thickness of the trunk"

"Ah, she knows not only about healing, but also about trees," he teased me.

"Funny, but that's true!" I couldn't help but smiled. "You can actually see that on the rings in the trunk, but I think that's a topic for another time."

Sigurd laughed. I looked at him and laughed too. I felt really comfortable here and was happy to finally be able to talk to other people without them calling me a witch.

"What topic would you like to talk about?" He asked me.

"I beg your pardon?" I looked at him.

"Well, you mean, that's a topic for another time, so we have to talk about another"

"Oh, yes, that's right", embarrassed, I looked at the floor. I had no idea what to talk about, as I said, he makes me extremely nervous. He exuded such confidence and authority.

“Eivor told me that you are not from England. Although I noticed that myself.

“Oh yes, I'm from Greece. It's really nice there and it's much warmer than here. The beaches are full of white sand and the sea is crystal clear. "

I stared dreamily at the stars. I felt homesick. I left everything behind. My friends, my home and all of that for this. For England, for an adventure, a dream that turned out to be a nightmare. My mother died when I was a child and I never had more family. I grew up with friends of my mother's and developed a passion for plants, flowers and herbs like her. Tears welled up in my eyes at the memories. Sigurd noticed and stepped towards me.

"I'm sorry Ella, that was probably the wrong topic" he wanted to pat my back, but I swallowed my tears and shook my head.

"No, everything is OK. Only memories came up again. Everything is fine, ”I assured him.

"Sure?" Asked Sigurd. He looked worried and looked like he was feeling guilty.

I nodded and pulled the scarf tighter around my shoulders. I started to shiver, after all it was pretty cold. The wind picked up and the leaves of the old oak rustled. Sudden tiredness overwhelmed me and I looked in the direction of my tent.

"Shall I accompany you to your tent?" I heard Sigurd say. It seemed to me that he could read my mind. I nodded barely noticeably and we both walked down the slope towards the river. On the way we were silent and you could only hear our heavy footsteps on the muddy ground. I stopped in front of my tent and turned around.

“Thank you Sigurd. I wish you a good night ”I gave him another smile, looked at him briefly, turned on my heel and went straight to my tent. I only heard a "sleep well" and heard his footsteps faintly receding.

I didn't want to get on anyone's nerves with my problems. Especially not the Jarl. Because it was up to him whether I could stay in Ravensthorpe or not. I decided to go to sleep, because tiredness had finally caught up with me and when I was lying on my bed, i almost fell asleep instantly.

When I woke up the next morning, it was already busy outside. I heard footsteps and some of the people talking to each other. I got dressed and washed my face.

Today I decided on a purple dress that I pulled over my pants. Over it I put the scarf from yesterday and decorated the whole thing with an ornate belt. I wanted to ask Gunnar if he could forge some tools that i can use to make my potions and medicine. I was missing a couple of spoons, knives, and bowls. When I got to the forge, Gunnar was already at work. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he pounded on a piece of steel.

"Hello Gunnar!" I said and waved to him.

Gunnar looked up and a big grin emerged.

“Nice to see you Ella. I hope you have settled in well! What brings you to old Gunnar? ”He asked and put his hammer aside.

“I have a list of tools here that I need for my work. Can you make it for me? ”I handed him the piece of paper. He read it through briefly and then nodded in agreement. We negotiated a fair price and I paid my order with the remaining coins that I still carried with me.

"Thanks Gunnar and maybe see you later!"

I didn't really know what to do with myself, because there wasn't any work for me yet. I strolled through the village for a while and made a detour to Hytham. He was a really nice young man. He told me that he had a little accident in Norway, when he was helping Eivor kill a man named Kjotve. I asked him to look at the injury, but he declined thankfully and said everything was okay. I respected his decision and said goodbye. Hytham also had a mentor, Basim. A handsome man with shoulder length black hair. There was something mysterious about him, but just like Hytham, he had been really kind to me. But he was out with Sigurd most of the time.

“Ella! There you are. I've been looking for you everywhere! ”Eivor came up the slope of the longhouse towards me as I was about to leave Hytam's hut. He looked a little sweaty.

"Eivor? Is everything okay? ”I looked at him nervously.

“We need you in the longhouse for a moment. At the map table to be precise, “he nodded his head towards the house. "Come over"

I nodded and followed Eivor. Did i do anything wrong? Would they chase me away now because I no longer fit here? Question after question shot through my mind. I was probably worrying too much again and I was indeed, because when I got to the room with the map table, Randvi and Sigurd were already standing around it.

"Ahh Ella, we have a question about Grantebridgescir" Randvi greeted me.

“About Grantebridgescir? Why me? ”I wanted to know and stared at her with a questioning look.

"You lived there, can you tell us something about the Danes who lived there?" Randvi took a step towards me.

I said that there was a Danish woman named Soma who was in charge until she and her clan were evicted out of Grantebridge. But I didn't know where they were currently because I had nothing to do with them.

Randvi nodded to Eivor and Sigurd and she took out a letter.

“Here is a request for help to retake the Scir. In return we would get a alliance with them. ”she explained to me and pointed to the letter. "Do you think we can trust her?"

I shrugged. "Unfortunately I don't know her personally, but I heard she treat her people well and is an excellent fighter"

“Well then I think we can take the risk. Eivor? I think that's your specialty, ”Sigurd said to Eivor.

Eivor agreed and immediately set off for Grantebridgescir. I hurried after Eivor to warn him at the door about a man named Wigmund.

"Be careful Eivor, the man is dangerous." I said worried. "At then end, i have to patch you up." I smiled at him.

"Don't worry Ella, I know how to deal with bad men," he winked at me.

I had to laugh. Yes he knew that. I nodded to him and I said goodbye to him. I saw him walking down the slope to the harbor when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw Sigurd standing in front of me.

"Ella, I wanted to ask again if everything is okay?" He smiled slightly.

I looked at him puzzled.

"I mean because of yesterday, I'm sorry."

Then it came to me.

“Oh Sigurd, you don't have to apologize. It's all right. Really, ”I assured him when I saw that he raised an eyebrow. "It only brought up old memories and was a bit homesick"

"I can understand that," he said understandably

I nodded and looked embarrassed again at the floor.

“I should go see Gunnar. I had ordered a few things and maybe it is already finished ”I looked in the direction of the forge.

"All right.See you Ella “he gave me another smile, turned around and went back to the map room.

I took a deep breath and made my way to Gunnar. What was wrong with me? My brain always switched itself off in Sigurd’s presence. He was really nice and it was really nice of him to ask again. Why did he confused me so much? I shook my head to get rid of these thoughts and resolutely marched to Gunnar's forge.

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mudaship39 · 5 years ago

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Alpha Centurion War:

The grass roots movement Earth Shakers marched, rallied, protested, & did sit ins at Neo Washington DC because it was the seat of power of Earth. Where did the mass movement (no name yet) marched, rallied, protested, & did sit ins at? Which planet in which star system in the Milky Way Galaxy is the seat of power of the Terran Empire?

Planets: 

Colonized and terraformed independent and autonomous moons, planetoids, asteroids, & planets with alien and human colonies across the Alpha, Beta, Delta, Gamma, Mobius, Omega, Omnicron, Polaris, Regulus, Sol, Vega, & Zeta Star systems: 

Amaterasu, Chiron, Hina, Hou Yi, Kane, Artio, Ku, Izanami, Thoth, Laka, Fujin, Pele, Tlaloc, Brynhildr, Haikili, Raijin, Kuula, Horus, Lono, Susano, Namaka, Ullr, Inari, Phobos, Ikatere, Ursula, Mercury, Ra, Mary, Izanagi, Venus, Rohe, Juno, Ryujin, Bellona, Osiris, Loki, Set, Mars, Suijin, Krishna, Anubis, Freya, Calypso, Neith, Psyche, Earth or Terra, Bastet, Farbauti, Rhea, Laufey, Pan, Thrymr, Atlas, Ymir, Hyperion, Nix, Sigyn, Demeter, Vesta, Europa, Io, Omnicron, Pallas, Nemesis, Hercules, Fortuna, Fenrir, Chantico, Styx, Gaea, Skadi, Apollo, Eros, Thor, Achilles, Luna or the Moon, Sif, Artemis, Fafnir, Saturn, Victoria, Perseus, Hydra, Pandora, Vishnu, Sol, Vesta, Theseus, Cupid, New Terra, Loki, Minerva, Persephone, Nike, Juno, Tyr, Isis, Vulcan, Amphitrite, Vali, Titan, Odin, Ceres, Helios, Baldr, Titania, Ariel,  Uranus, Frigga, Prometheus, Jupiter, Oceanus, & Pluto. 

Birthplace of Kulax Kojir, Ohoi Nessars, Loran, Hleor, Breapru, & Iesloria who are the alien extraterrestrial wives of Alex Smith/Lexi Smith.

The outskirts of the Sol System is the current home of the Elites (imagine a superhero team like the Teen Titans, Young Avengers, Legion of Superheroes, & Young Justice combined with enough metahuman and superhuman members to defend the planet Earth).

Star Systems: 

Alpha Star System, Banana Star System, Beta Star System, Delta Star System, Eagle Star System, Gamma Star System, Heart Star System, Mobius Star System, Octopus Star System, Omega Star System, Omnicron Star System, Polaris System, Regulus System, Sol System, Vega System, & Zeta System. 

The outskirts of the Polaris, Vega, & Sol System is the current home of the Paragons (imagine a superhero team like the Justice League, Avengers, Doom Patrol, X-Men, & Justice Society of Superheroes combined with enough metahuman and superhuman members to defend the Sol System, Vega System, & Polaris System). 

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avilionea · 3 years ago

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H A D E S

ᵇᵉᶰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏᶤᶰ ˡᶤᵉˢ ᵇᵒᶰᵉˢ║ FACECLAIM ᵖᵘˢʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵈᵃᶤˢᶤᵉˢ ║ HEADCANON ᵃ ᵈᶤʳᵍᵉ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵈᵒ ║ MUSIC ˡᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᶤ ᵈᶤᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵃᶰᵈᶤᶰᵍ ᵖᵃᵗ ║ AESTHETIC ᵃᵗᵒᵖ ᵃ ᵍʳᵉᵉᶰ ᵐᵒᵘᶰᵈ ║ OTP: (Hades x Leuce) ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵈᵃᶰᶜᵉ ║ OTP: (Hades x Persephone) ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉᶰ ᶤˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ║OTP: (Hades x Meg) ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᶠ ᶰᵒᵗ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ║OTP (Hades x Hera)

M E T I S

ᵍʳᵒʷᶤᶰᵍ ˢᵗʳᵒᶰᵍ ║ FACECLAIM ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸ ˢᵒᵘˡ ║ HEADCANON ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᶰ ║ AESTHETIC ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶤˢ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶤᵗ ᶜᵃᶰᶰᵒᵗ ᶜʰᵃᶰᵍᵉ ʰᶤˢ ᶰᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ║OTP: ( Metis x Zeus)

E M E R

ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶤʳᵉˢᵗ ║ FACECLAIM ᵃ ʳᵒᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵃᵉ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉᵈ ˡᵒᵍ ║ HEADCANON ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ║ AESTHETIC ᵃᶰᵈ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵏᶤˢˢ║OTP: ( Emer x Cu)

T Y R

ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉᶰ║ FACECLAIM ʲᵘˢᵗᶤᶜᵉ ᶜᵃᶰᶰᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵒᶰᵉ ˢᶤᵈᵉ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ║ HEADCANON ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ ʰᵃᶰᵈᵉᵈ ᵍᵒᵈ║ AESTHETIC ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶰᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵘˢ║OTP: ( Tyr x Isyn)

E L A I N E

ᶜʳᵒʷᶰᵉᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰ ˢᵒʳʳᵒʷ║ FACECLAIM ᵃ ˢᵗᵉᵖ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ║ HEADCANON ᵍʳᵃᶤˡ ᵐᵃᶤᵈ║ AESTHETIC ᵇᵉᶰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵒᶰˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵏʸ║OTP: (Elaine x Lancelot)

G A L A H A D

ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵘʳᵉˢᵗ║ FACECLAIM ᵍʳᵃᶤˡ ᶜʰᵒˢᵉᶰ║ HEADCANON ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵉᶰᵍᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ʰᶤˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ║ AESTHETIC RE: NIMUE ║ ˡᵃ ˡᵘᶰᵃ

M A R K

ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒʳᶰʷᵃˡˡ║ FACECLAIM ʰᵉ ᶜʳᵒʷᶰᵉᵈ ║ HEADCANON ᵒˡᵈ ᵗᶤʳᵉᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵉᵃʳʸ ║ AESTHETIC ᶤᶰ ʰᵉˡˡ ᶤ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᶤᶰ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃᶰʸ║OTP: ( Mark x Isolde) RE: TRISTAN ║ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵃ ˢᵒᶰ

E L S P E T H

ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʷᶤᵛᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵒᵐᵉᶰ║ FACECLAIM ᵃ ᵖᵃˢˢᶤᶰᵍ ˢᵏᶤʳᵗ║ HEADCANON ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᶤˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏ║ AESTHETIC ᵖʳᵒᵐᶤˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ║OTP: (Elspeth x Amhar)

ESYLLT

ᶰᵒᵗ ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵒˡˡˢ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ║ FACECLAIM ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵠᵘᵉᵉᶰ║ HEADCANON ᵃ ʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ʲᵃᵈᵉ║ AESTHETIC ᵖʳᵒᵐᶤˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ║OTP: (Esyllt x Tristan)

VASILIA

ᵃ ˡᵒᶰᵉˡʸ ᶜʰᶤˡᵈ║ FACECLAIM ᶠᵒᵃᵐ ᵇᵉᶰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ║ HEADCANON ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᵃᶰ ᵒᶜᵉᵃᶰ ᵐʸ ᶜʰᶤˡᵈʳᵉᶰ║ AESTHETIC ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ║ OTP: (Vasilisa x Ivan) VASILISA re:║ KOSCHEI VASILISA re:║ VIY VASILISA re:║ IVAN VASILISA re:║ BABA YAGA

IVAN

ᵃ ʰᵉʳᵒ ᵒᶰᶜᵉ║ FACECLAIM ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ᵗʳᶤᵃˡˢ ʸᵒᵘ ˢʰᵃˡˡ ᵇᵉᵃʳ║ HEADCANON ᵃ ᶠᶤʳᵉᵇᶤʳᵈˢ ᶠᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ║ AESTHETIC ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᶰᵒʷ║ OTP: (Ivan x Yelena) ʸᵒᵘ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᶤᶰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ║ OTP: (Ivan x Marya) IVAN re:║ KOSCHEI IVAN re:║ VIY IVAN re:║ VASILISA IVAN re:║ YELENA IVAN re:║ MARY

THE HIGHWAYMAN

║ FACECLAIM ║ HEADCANON ║ AESTHETIC ║ OTP: (x) re:║

ALMA JR.

║ FACECLAIM ║ HEADCANON ║ AESTHETIC ║ OTP: (x) re:║

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electronicdelusionstarlight · 7 years ago

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Can the abominations that are P&tyr x Sansa and R&ylo kindly fuck off the Hades x Persephone Tag, thank you very much?

#Hades X Persephone #Anti Reylo #Anti Petyr Baelish

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yggdrasilushxrt · 7 years ago

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TOP 5 mythology tales

Meme [x] | Ask me my "TOP 5" anything! | Still Accepting@aldrnaari

Not in any particular order:

1. Tyr losing his hand to the Fenris wolf

2. Hades spiriting Persephone away to the underworld

3. The story of Daedalus and Icarus

4. Ragnarok

5. The Cheroke story of why a rabbit has a short tail (because of a fox’s trick)

#; meme #//ooc #aldrnaari #| inquiries answered |

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magicalicefairy · 4 years ago

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𝔹𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕘𝕖𝕤 - ᛒᛖᛃᛟᚾᛞ᛫ᛗᛃᚦᛋ᛫ᚨᚾᛞ᛫ᚨᚷᛖᛋ

Chapter 1 “The Beginning”

Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornsson x OC / Tyr x Persephone

Warnings: strong language

Word Count: 3.8k (sorry, not sorry)

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The floor I was sitting on was wet, cold, and slippery. The room was dark and I could barely see my surroundings. How long have I been down here? Two days? Curse this priest! Thinks I'm a witch just because I know how to take care of wounds and heal light illnesses by mixing a few herbs. “Witch!” He screamed and then locked me down here. Now I am waiting for my execution, which fortunately has not been approved yet. Apparently King Alfred had better things to do than sentence young women to death for mixing herbs. If I ever get out of here, by the gods, i will strangle this priest with my bare hands. But how i high are the chances that I would ever see daylight again? Was it the day I was brought to the scaffold? But I couldn't think any further, because my thoughts were disturbed by the ringing of the bells in the church above me.

I heard screams. What was going on here? I moved a little to slide closer to the dungeon door, but I couldn't get very far because iron chains were holding me to the wall. I heard hasty footsteps and trampling outside. Clinking noises, metal on metal. It was a fight! The soldiers of this abbey seemed to be fighting off a battle. Hopefully the attackers didn't come down here, because then they would surely give me a quick death, but before that the bandits would surely assault me. I heard footsteps coming down the corridor and the rustle of a bunch of keys. The priest! That bastard! What was he doing down here? Trying to hide? I heard nervous rustling at the door lock, hasty steps behind him and the roar of angry men. The next moment the door flew open, slammed against the wall with such force that it fell off the hinges and crashed onto the floor with a loud thump. The priest who held me prisoner flew through the door and a bearded northerner with an ax followed him. Blood dripped from the weapon and the silver seemed to light up the dark room. The north man pressed the priest against the wall.

"Where do you hide your treasures?" He said aggressively while holding the ax on his throat.

“You stupid pagan! You will burn in hell! ” He just screamed and wanted to insult him again, but the blood was already spurting from his throat and speckling the ground with red paint. The lifeless body fell to the ground like a sack of flour and lay there like an empty shell.

"That's what I wanted to do," I said, without even thinking about what was going to happen next. The north man noticed me for the first time and if I hadn't said anything, then I would probably have remained hidden in my dark corner.

"That would have been a bit difficult for you" He pointed with his bloody ax at my hands. These were still chained to the iron.

He took a few steps towards me and I had to admit that my heart was racing with fear.

"They have a big chest with treasures down here in the crypt," I quickly gushed out.

He just grunted something unintelligible and then he came closer to me. I pressed myself against the wall and watched every step oh him.

"Why are you locked up here?" He said to himself rather than to me. "You must be special" he knelt next to me and I could smell the blood that was all over his clothes.

"The priest" and I nodded my head to the sad piece of meat that lay lifeless on the floor next to us. "Thought I was a witch just because I know how to treat sick people and I mix herbs"

"I understand. You can heal wounds. So you are a kind of a healer? ”He asked, tilting his head. I hardly recognized him, but he seemed to have light eyes.

"Yeah, I think i am something like that." I replied, trying to sit up, not wanting to show my fear.

"I have a friend who needs help with a stab wound, can you treat something like that?" He turned the ax in his hand.

I paused for a moment and wondered if I could help him, maybe he'll let me live and I can go? Or he would kill me afterwards, but what choice did I have? To remain chained here while the bodies of at least 20 priests and two dozen soldiers rotten in the sun above. No, I had to take the chance and assure him of my help, that was the only way to get out of here alive.

I nodded and held out my hands to him. "If you have a solution, then I'll be happy to help." He grinned and showed me his silver ax. Was he really going to use it to break the chains? Is he insane? That’s going wrong. Never and eve-

I heard a loud clink and already felt the chains slip from my wrists. He did cut the iron with one precise blow. I rubbed my hands and got on my legs. Getting up quickly made me dizzy and i staggered a little.

"Are you okay?" The man held my arm to support me.

I just nodded. “Yes, I just got up too quickly and my legs are a bit shaky, but otherwise I'm fine.

"Good," he muttered and let go of me. "If you take care of my friend, you're free to leave" I nodded in agreement.

We went to the door and climbed the stairs. The light of the sun hit me like a blow. My eyes ached from the brightness, but what else should I expect?

I haven't seen the sunlight for two days and now I was exposed to it ruthlessly. Little by little, my vision improved and I saw the appearance of my Savior for the first time. He was a little taller than me. He had blond hair that he had tied in a braid and the sides were shaved. His clothes were covered in blood and he had a few splatters on his face. His blue eyes fascinated me, they were deep blue and reminded me of the waves on the sea, wild and untamed. He seemed to be staring at me too and I looked away.

"Follow me" and pointed to the massive wooden door at the end of the room. It led into the front yard of the abbey and when we got outside I inhaled fresh air for the first time in a long time. But there was not only the smell of fresh flowers in the air, no, there was also iron, blood, to be precise. And then I noticed that a few dozen corpses were spread out in the courtyard. This man's men had done a neat job. We went out of the garden, down the hill to the river. The huts of the priests and sisters burned and the smoke rose far into the sky. The fire could be seen several kilometers away. I heard the men before I saw them. They stood together in a group. The treasures of the abbey, gold and silver, which could certainly be sold or used well, passed through their hands. A man was sitting on a bench not far from them, his hand on his lower stomach. That had to be my Savior's friend that I was supposed to help.

"Eivor! There you are! ”His call sounded pained and his features cramped, but he tried to smile. The blond rescuer responded to his call. So his name was Eivor.

"Dag, I brought help with me" and he pointed at me.

The man named Dag looked me suspiciously.

"She's a healer, she can look at your wound," said Eivor, kneeling next to Dag.

“It's nothing, believe me. It's just a scratch. It'll be all right soon. ”But he was still holding the wound and it was definitely not just a scratch. The blood was on his clothes and on his hands. The wound seemed to be deep.

"That looks bad to me," I said to him and also knelt next to him. "I have to look at it, otherwise it could get worse."

"Is she one of the nuns here?" He looked at Eivor and raised an eyebrow.

Eivor was about to answer when I said: "No, as he had already said, I am a healer and not a sister."

He growled like a bear. Eivor assured him that I just wanted to help him and Dag agreed. He raised his hand and immediately blood came out of the wound. It was deep, but it had been stabbed clean. I should be able to treat his wound with a couple of bandages, but we weren't in the best situation for wound care. Materials for treating the wound were probably burning in the houses around us.

"We have to get him out of here, there are no clean cloths or clean water to treat the wound with," I said while looking at Eivor.

Eivor looked around and decided I was right.

"We have to get Dag out of here, let's go home!" Eivor roared through the crowd and pointed to two men who helped Dag up and took him to the river shore.

I wasn't sure what to do. How far was their home from here? How would it go on for me? And would they kill me after that? I had to take care of this man because I owed something to Eivor, he had taken me out of the dark dungeon and saved my life.. But Eivor didn't seem like a man who killed innocent women, since he got me out of there, he had been quite neutral, if not friendly, to me. I decided to follow them. Eivor walked by my side and we arrived at a large longship. The men helped Dag in and he sat down. Eivor stepped into the water and I followed him. The water was freezing and I got goose bumps. I pulled myself awkwardly into the boat and sat down next to Dag. I tore off a piece of my dress and folded it up.

“Here take it, press it on the wound. It will stop the bleeding temporarily. ”I held out the folded piece of cloth. He still looked at me suspiciously, but carefully slid his hand away from his wound. I immediately pressed it onto the open area, took his hand and pushed it onto the fabric.

"The wound looks bad, but I can manage it" I smiled at him and tried to give him some courage.

He just mumbled a little thank you and turned away.

I looked around and saw Eivor standing on the stern of the ship. The men took their places and hit the river bank with the huge rounds. We drove downhill and the abbey got smaller and smaller. By the gods, what exciting minutes those were.

"Are you scared?" I heard Eivor ask and he pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Well, you've just robbed an entire monastery of its soldiers and the treasures too. I was helpless and unarmed, and even with a weapon I would certainly not have been of great help. Of course I'm scared. I wonder what will happen after i helped Dag. ”I looked at Dag, who was watching me with a curious look. I'd prefer to get out of this alive. ”I look at Eivor seriously.

"You really think that after I got you out of there and you helped my friend, i'm going to kill you?" He seemed amused. "I could kill you on the way to the river or leave you in the dungeon"

He was right about that. He was still smiling at me. Did he find the whole thing funny?

"What's your name anyway?" He asked.

"Ella, my name is Ella" I replied.

"Ella? You're not from England, are you? "

"No, neither are you," and I showed my sarcastic smile.

He laughed and agreed with me. I let my gaze wander over the water. The river was dark and the water was clear. The drive wasn't long and I saw a village approaching in the distance, but it wasn't really a village. It was more like a bunch of tents and run-down huts. The boat docked at the dock and the men began to heave the chest and boxes out of the ship. I climbed out of the boat and followed Eivor into the village. In the center was a large oak, the branches of which hung heavily. She looked just beautiful. Behind it you could have a look at a very large longhouse. It seemed well preserved. I suspect the northerners hadn't been here long. There were a lot of different people here. Men worked in the harbor, women chased their children around. We passed a house where a tall man was working on a sword.

"Ahh Eivor, back again? I hope you found something nice, ”he laughed.

“Gunnar! Yes, we found a lot, you are welcome to take a look at the longship. Dag is injured, we'll take him up to the longhouse. Ella ”he pointed to me“ will take a look at the wound ”

Gunnar’s gaze wandered from Eivor to me and a smile formed. He seemed like a warm man to me. “Welcome Ella! Nice to meet you! "

"Nice to meet you too" I replied with a smile.

Eivor and I said goodbye to Gunnar and went to the longhouse. As soon as we entered it, I noticed the long tables and the benches. At the end of the hall on an elevation stood a single chair. It was adorned with furs and appeared to belong to the leader. Where was he? Would he tolerate me here? If not, could Eivor prevent that? How high was his position here so that he could change the mind of the leader? Again I was torn from my thoughts. Dag sat down on a bench and Eivor called me over to him.

"What do you need for the wound?" He asked.

"I need a bowl of clean water and clean cloths, please," I knelt next to Dag and took the provisional wound pad from him. It was not bleeding as badly as before, but I should quickly make an envelope.

Eivor ordered one of the men to fetch the required utensils. He apologized and disappeared into the room behind the throne.

Dag was breathing hard, probably because of his pain. After a short time the man appeared with the requested materials and I started my work. I cleaned his wound and made a poultice that I put on him. “So that should be enough for now, but I would need a few more herbs to cleanse the wound and take some of the pain away from you. You shouldn't try so hard now. "

"Oh, I'm fine," said Dag, trying to get up, obviously in pain. But he slumped back on the bench. "Okay, maybe not"

He looks up at me and I raised an eyebrow.

"I told you"

"Yes, yes, I know," I heard him say grimly. "Thanks"

I looked down at him and nodded. "With pleasure"

I heard footsteps behind me and saw Eivor approaching us, accompanied by another Northman. He was tall, illegally tall. He was almost two heads taller than me, had rust-red hair that, like Eivor, wore in a long braid. There was a tattoo on his forehead, as well as on his shaved sides. He had a beard that was neatly trimmed. His eyes were a beautiful light blue-gray. They had something like bright rain clouds. I don't know how tosay it, but this man knew how to an appearance. I knew right away that this man was in charge here.

"Dag, you don't look really good," he patted Dag gently on the shoulder.

“I'm fine Sigurd, just a small stab wound. But thanks to Ella, that will soon be a thing of the past. He whispered and looked first at Sigurd and then at me.

Sigurd followed his gaze and now noticed me for the first time. His gaze made me shiver. A smile played on his lips. “Yes, Eivor mentioned you. Got you out of the abbey. I am Sigurd, the Jarl of Ravensthorpe, ”he said. "Thanks for helping Dag"

So he was actually the leader. The Jarl. I knew it.

“Eivor saved my life. I owed him something. And my name is Ella. ”I explained. "But I still have to treat the wound with herbs."

"Where do we get them from?" Eivor asked. I could hardly avert my gaze from Sigurd. He just looked impressively handsome.

“I have some in my hut. But I don't know whether it is still there. After the thing with the priest. ”I said, looking at Eivor.

“Where is your hut located? Is it far from here? ”He asked.

I told Eivor that my hut is near Grantebridge in Grantebridgescir, but that the Danes had been evicted there.

"I suppose my house was ransacked, but it would be worth a look." I look from Eivor to Sigurd and he clapped his hands.

"Well, off to Grantebridgescir!" He said to the group.

Eivor seemed confused and said: “Are you coming with us? Isn't it better if you stay here? "

Sigurd shook his head. "The more the better" and he looked at me with a grin. What was going on in his head right now? Eivor agreed, with the look from Sigurd to me and we made our way to the longship. We took the ship for a while and the crew sang a beautiful Nordic song. I didn't understand a word of what they were singing, but I thought it was very good. The landscape passed us. Green and Fresh. The sun warmed my face and I enjoyed the wind in my hair. Eivor and Sigurd were talking about something, but I couldn't hear what they were talking about. I watch them for a while until they both looked at me. I smiled and looked at the water, embarrassed to have been caught staring at them.

After what felt like an hour we arrived at the Scir and after a short time we were standing in front of my hut. If you could still call it a hut. The roof had burned down, the door kicked in, and the front yard trampled. It looked worse inside. Every chest and cupboard was cleared, items were scattered on the floor, and some of my notes were torn. I knelt next to a torn recipe and slowly picked it up. What kind of men rob a woman of all her possessions just because she helps people. This priest deserves what he got. I let my gaze wander around the room sadly. I didn't live here for long and I didn't build a real life here, but I had something and now that had been taken away from me. I tried to gather the remaining pages when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Eivor had knelt by me and was helping me collect the scraps of paper.

"I'm sorry about what happened here Ella," he said sincerely.

“It's okay, I wasn't really at home here. It's just a shame cause all of my recipes, but I can still use some of them. So it isn't that bad ”I assured him and gave him a grateful smile. He replied. It didn't seem as bad as I initially suspected. Where was Sigurd anyway? His presence makes me nervous and I didn't know why.

"Do you have what you need?" I heard Sigurd call from outside.

"We'll have it in a moment!" Replied Eivor and stood up to hand me the pages.

I folded it carefully and put it in the bag that i found in a corner of the room. Fortunately, it was still intact. I opened it and discovered dried herbs that I could still use for Dag’s wound. Unfortunately, the rest, including the one in the front yard, had been completely destroyed. Eivor had already gone outside and I looked around again. To say goodbye, I think, because I couldn't stay here. The Saxons would get me back and probably kill me right away. I looked one last time at the broken furniture and decided to go outside.

Eivor and Sigurd were talking when I stepped into the sunlight and they saw me, they both fell silent immediately.

"I have everything, we can go." I let them know, pulled the strap of my bag tighter around my shoulder and held it tight.

Both nodded. We were silent on the way to the ship, nobody said anything. Until Eivor broke the silence.

"Ella? Where will you go after you helped Dag? ”He asked.

That was a good question. Where should i go now? I had nothing left. No family, no friends and no home. I would probably have to look for work somewhere. so i don't have to sleep on the street.

"I dont know. I can't go back. The Saxons will look for me and then probably kill me. ”I said and my steps felt heavy.

"I see" Eivor stopped. “You know, Sigurd and I talked earlier. Our settlement is still young. We only got here 3 days ago and we could use a healer like you. You'd have a roof over your head and food in your stomach. In return you help the people in Ravensthorpe.

"What?" i looked surprised from him to Sigurd, who just nodded. I didn't know what to say. First he saved me and then he gave me a home. "I don't know what to say .."

Sigurd laughed and said, "How about yes?"

I had to smile and Eivor held out his hand. "Deal?"

I didn't think twice and accepted. Sigurd held out his hand to me and I took it too. When our hands touched, I could literally feel the sparks spray. My head was buzzing. It felt like I was in a different place. I saw golden fields of wheat, green meadows and I felt like i was at home. Then I was in a city, made by gods and a man held my hand. He smiled and then I was back on the river bank with Sigurd's hand in mine. I let go of him and looked at him. Did he just experience the same thing as me? His look said nothing, but something just happened between us. This is going to be interesting. I was sure.

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magicalicefairy · 4 years ago

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Assassins Creed Valhalla Fan Fic Idea

Sigurd Styrbjornsson x Reader/OC

AU where the Reader is the reincarnation of Persephone and was the Lover of Tyr.

Well we know there where different Nations of the Isu like the Æsir and Jötnar. So Persephone was captured by Hades as you guys know, well the way Kassandra/Alexios saw it. Maybe it was just a forced arranged marriage? So here is my idea:

Persephone felt lonely and needed someone who she can give all her love. She meets Tyr and they slowly fell in love with each other and keeping their love a secret. So and the end they both uploaded their Minds to Yggdrasil.

Tyr gets reborn as Sigurd and Persephone as the Reader/OC. They meet in England and feeling some kind of connection? Because of their lifes as Isu.

It is just me or does someone would like the idea?

I mean I’m a hardcore Greek mythology fan, Persephone is my favorite Greek goddess and I’m simping for Sigurd/Tyr 👀

I already have the main plot in my mind 👀🔥

#assassins creed #sigurd styrbjornsson #sigurd styrbjornson #Sigurd styrbjornsson x reader #Sigurd styrbjornson x Reader #sigurd x reader #sigurd x oc #ac Tyr #assassins creed Tyr #Tyr x Persephone

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magicalicefairy · 4 years ago

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𝔹𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕘𝕖𝕤 - ᛒᛖᛃᛟᚾᛞ᛫ᛗᛃᚦᛋ᛫ᚨᚾᛞ᛫ᚨᚷᛖᛋ

Just the title of my Tyr/Sigurd x Persephone/PersephoneReincarnation!Reader Fanfic ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Tried to play around with this Gif, kinda failed but well i’m getting better lol

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laurdrengr · 4 years ago

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GAH! Next chapter please 😍🥰

𝔹𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕘𝕖𝕤 - ᛒᛖᛃᛟᚾᛞ᛫ᛗᛃᚦᛋ᛫ᚨᚾᛞ᛫ᚨᚷᛖᛋ

Chapter 1 “The Beginning”

Pairing: Sigurd Styrbjornsson x OC / Tyr x Persephone

Warnings: strong language

Word Count: 3.8k (sorry, not sorry)

You can also find the Story on Wattpad [MagicalIceFairy]

The floor I was sitting on was wet, cold, and slippery. The room was dark and I could barely see my surroundings. How long have I been down here? Two days? Curse this priest! Thinks I’m a witch just because I know how to take care of wounds and heal light illnesses by mixing a few herbs. “Witch!” He screamed and then locked me down here. Now I am waiting for my execution, which fortunately has not been approved yet. Apparently King Alfred had better things to do than sentence young women to death for mixing herbs. If I ever get out of here, by the gods, i will strangle this priest with my bare hands. But how i high are the chances that I would ever see daylight again? Was it the day I was brought to the scaffold? But I couldn’t think any further, because my thoughts were disturbed by the ringing of the bells in the church above me.

I heard screams. What was going on here? I moved a little to slide closer to the dungeon door, but I couldn’t get very far because iron chains were holding me to the wall. I heard hasty footsteps and trampling outside. Clinking noises, metal on metal. It was a fight! The soldiers of this abbey seemed to be fighting off a battle. Hopefully the attackers didn’t come down here, because then they would surely give me a quick death, but before that the bandits would surely assault me. I heard footsteps coming down the corridor and the rustle of a bunch of keys. The priest! That bastard! What was he doing down here? Trying to hide? I heard nervous rustling at the door lock, hasty steps behind him and the roar of angry men. The next moment the door flew open, slammed against the wall with such force that it fell off the hinges and crashed onto the floor with a loud thump. The priest who held me prisoner flew through the door and a bearded northerner with an ax followed him. Blood dripped from the weapon and the silver seemed to light up the dark room. The north man pressed the priest against the wall.

“Where do you hide your treasures?” He said aggressively while holding the ax on his throat.

“That’s what I wanted to do,” I said, without even thinking about what was going to happen next. The north man noticed me for the first time and if I hadn’t said anything, then I would probably have remained hidden in my dark corner.

“That would have been a bit difficult for you” He pointed with his bloody ax at my hands. These were still chained to the iron.

He took a few steps towards me and I had to admit that my heart was racing with fear.

“They have a big chest with treasures down here in the crypt,” I quickly gushed out.

He just grunted something unintelligible and then he came closer to me. I pressed myself against the wall and watched every step oh him.

“Why are you locked up here?” He said to himself rather than to me. “You must be special” he knelt next to me and I could smell the blood that was all over his clothes.

“The priest” and I nodded my head to the sad piece of meat that lay lifeless on the floor next to us. “Thought I was a witch just because I know how to treat sick people and I mix herbs”

“I understand. You can heal wounds. So you are a kind of a healer? ”He asked, tilting his head. I hardly recognized him, but he seemed to have light eyes.

"Yeah, I think i am something like that.” I replied, trying to sit up, not wanting to show my fear.

“I have a friend who needs help with a stab wound, can you treat something like that?” He turned the ax in his hand.

I paused for a moment and wondered if I could help him, maybe he’ll let me live and I can go? Or he would kill me afterwards, but what choice did I have? To remain chained here while the bodies of at least 20 priests and two dozen soldiers rotten in the sun above. No, I had to take the chance and assure him of my help, that was the only way to get out of here alive.

I nodded and held out my hands to him. “If you have a solution, then I’ll be happy to help.” He grinned and showed me his silver ax. Was he really going to use it to break the chains? Is he insane? That’s going wrong. Never and eve-

“Are you okay?” The man held my arm to support me.

I just nodded. “Yes, I just got up too quickly and my legs are a bit shaky, but otherwise I’m fine.

“Good,” he muttered and let go of me. “If you take care of my friend, you’re free to leave” I nodded in agreement.

We went to the door and climbed the stairs. The light of the sun hit me like a blow. My eyes ached from the brightness, but what else should I expect?

I haven’t seen the sunlight for two days and now I was exposed to it ruthlessly. Little by little, my vision improved and I saw the appearance of my Savior for the first time. He was a little taller than me. He had blond hair that he had tied in a braid and the sides were shaved. His clothes were covered in blood and he had a few splatters on his face. His blue eyes fascinated me, they were deep blue and reminded me of the waves on the sea, wild and untamed. He seemed to be staring at me too and I looked away.

“Follow me” and pointed to the massive wooden door at the end of the room. It led into the front yard of the abbey and when we got outside I inhaled fresh air for the first time in a long time. But there was not only the smell of fresh flowers in the air, no, there was also iron, blood, to be precise. And then I noticed that a few dozen corpses were spread out in the courtyard. This man’s men had done a neat job. We went out of the garden, down the hill to the river. The huts of the priests and sisters burned and the smoke rose far into the sky. The fire could be seen several kilometers away. I heard the men before I saw them. They stood together in a group. The treasures of the abbey, gold and silver, which could certainly be sold or used well, passed through their hands. A man was sitting on a bench not far from them, his hand on his lower stomach. That had to be my Savior’s friend that I was supposed to help.

“Eivor! There you are! ”His call sounded pained and his features cramped, but he tried to smile. The blond rescuer responded to his call. So his name was Eivor.

"Dag, I brought help with me” and he pointed at me.

The man named Dag looked me suspiciously.

“She’s a healer, she can look at your wound,” said Eivor, kneeling next to Dag.

“It’s nothing, believe me. It’s just a scratch. It’ll be all right soon. ”But he was still holding the wound and it was definitely not just a scratch. The blood was on his clothes and on his hands. The wound seemed to be deep.

“That looks bad to me,” I said to him and also knelt next to him. “I have to look at it, otherwise it could get worse.”

“Is she one of the nuns here?” He looked at Eivor and raised an eyebrow.

Eivor was about to answer when I said: “No, as he had already said, I am a healer and not a sister.”

He growled like a bear. Eivor assured him that I just wanted to help him and Dag agreed. He raised his hand and immediately blood came out of the wound. It was deep, but it had been stabbed clean. I should be able to treat his wound with a couple of bandages, but we weren’t in the best situation for wound care. Materials for treating the wound were probably burning in the houses around us.

“We have to get him out of here, there are no clean cloths or clean water to treat the wound with,” I said while looking at Eivor.

Eivor looked around and decided I was right.

“We have to get Dag out of here, let’s go home!” Eivor roared through the crowd and pointed to two men who helped Dag up and took him to the river shore.

I wasn’t sure what to do. How far was their home from here? How would it go on for me? And would they kill me after that? I had to take care of this man because I owed something to Eivor, he had taken me out of the dark dungeon and saved my life.. But Eivor didn’t seem like a man who killed innocent women, since he got me out of there, he had been quite neutral, if not friendly, to me. I decided to follow them. Eivor walked by my side and we arrived at a large longship. The men helped Dag in and he sat down. Eivor stepped into the water and I followed him. The water was freezing and I got goose bumps. I pulled myself awkwardly into the boat and sat down next to Dag. I tore off a piece of my dress and folded it up.

“The wound looks bad, but I can manage it” I smiled at him and tried to give him some courage.

He just mumbled a little thank you and turned away.

“Are you scared?” I heard Eivor ask and he pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Well, you’ve just robbed an entire monastery of its soldiers and the treasures too. I was helpless and unarmed, and even with a weapon I would certainly not have been of great help. Of course I’m scared. I wonder what will happen after i helped Dag. ”I looked at Dag, who was watching me with a curious look. I’d prefer to get out of this alive. ”I look at Eivor seriously.

“You really think that after I got you out of there and you helped my friend, i’m going to kill you?” He seemed amused. “I could kill you on the way to the river or leave you in the dungeon”

He was right about that. He was still smiling at me. Did he find the whole thing funny?

“What’s your name anyway?” He asked.

“Ella, my name is Ella” I replied.

“Ella? You’re not from England, are you? ”

“No, neither are you,” and I showed my sarcastic smile.

He laughed and agreed with me. I let my gaze wander over the water. The river was dark and the water was clear. The drive wasn’t long and I saw a village approaching in the distance, but it wasn’t really a village. It was more like a bunch of tents and run-down huts. The boat docked at the dock and the men began to heave the chest and boxes out of the ship. I climbed out of the boat and followed Eivor into the village. In the center was a large oak, the branches of which hung heavily. She looked just beautiful. Behind it you could have a look at a very large longhouse. It seemed well preserved. I suspect the northerners hadn’t been here long. There were a lot of different people here. Men worked in the harbor, women chased their children around. We passed a house where a tall man was working on a sword.

“Ahh Eivor, back again? I hope you found something nice, ”he laughed.

“Gunnar! Yes, we found a lot, you are welcome to take a look at the longship. Dag is injured, we’ll take him up to the longhouse. Ella ”he pointed to me“ will take a look at the wound ”

Gunnar’s gaze wandered from Eivor to me and a smile formed. He seemed like a warm man to me. “Welcome Ella! Nice to meet you! ”

“Nice to meet you too” I replied with a smile.

“What do you need for the wound?” He asked.

“I need a bowl of clean water and clean cloths, please,” I knelt next to Dag and took the provisional wound pad from him. It was not bleeding as badly as before, but I should quickly make an envelope.

Eivor ordered one of the men to fetch the required utensils. He apologized and disappeared into the room behind the throne.

"Oh, I’m fine,” said Dag, trying to get up, obviously in pain. But he slumped back on the bench. “Okay, maybe not”

He looks up at me and I raised an eyebrow.

“I told you”

“Yes, yes, I know,” I heard him say grimly. “Thanks”

I looked down at him and nodded. “With pleasure”

I heard footsteps behind me and saw Eivor approaching us, accompanied by another Northman. He was tall, illegally tall. He was almost two heads taller than me, had rust-red hair that, like Eivor, wore in a long braid. There was a tattoo on his forehead, as well as on his shaved sides. He had a beard that was neatly trimmed. His eyes were a beautiful light blue-gray. They had something like bright rain clouds. I don’t know how tosay it, but this man knew how to an appearance. I knew right away that this man was in charge here.

“Dag, you don’t look really good,” he patted Dag gently on the shoulder.

“I’m fine Sigurd, just a small stab wound. But thanks to Ella, that will soon be a thing of the past. He whispered and looked first at Sigurd and then at me.

So he was actually the leader. The Jarl. I knew it.

“Eivor saved my life. I owed him something. And my name is Ella. ”I explained. “But I still have to treat the wound with herbs.”

“Where do we get them from?” Eivor asked. I could hardly avert my gaze from Sigurd. He just looked impressively handsome.

“I have some in my hut. But I don’t know whether it is still there. After the thing with the priest. ”I said, looking at Eivor.

“Where is your hut located? Is it far from here? ”He asked.

I told Eivor that my hut is near Grantebridge in Grantebridgescir, but that the Danes had been evicted there.

“I suppose my house was ransacked, but it would be worth a look.” I look from Eivor to Sigurd and he clapped his hands.

“Well, off to Grantebridgescir!” He said to the group.

Eivor seemed confused and said: “Are you coming with us? Isn’t it better if you stay here? “

Sigurd shook his head. "The more the better” and he looked at me with a grin. What was going on in his head right now? Eivor agreed, with the look from Sigurd to me and we made our way to the longship. We took the ship for a while and the crew sang a beautiful Nordic song. I didn’t understand a word of what they were singing, but I thought it was very good. The landscape passed us. Green and Fresh. The sun warmed my face and I enjoyed the wind in my hair. Eivor and Sigurd were talking about something, but I couldn’t hear what they were talking about. I watch them for a while until they both looked at me. I smiled and looked at the water, embarrassed to have been caught staring at them.

After what felt like an hour we arrived at the Scir and after a short time we were standing in front of my hut. If you could still call it a hut. The roof had burned down, the door kicked in, and the front yard trampled. It looked worse inside. Every chest and cupboard was cleared, items were scattered on the floor, and some of my notes were torn. I knelt next to a torn recipe and slowly picked it up. What kind of men rob a woman of all her possessions just because she helps people. This priest deserves what he got. I let my gaze wander around the room sadly. I didn’t live here for long and I didn’t build a real life here, but I had something and now that had been taken away from me. I tried to gather the remaining pages when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Eivor had knelt by me and was helping me collect the scraps of paper.

“I’m sorry about what happened here Ella,” he said sincerely.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t really at home here. It’s just a shame cause all of my recipes, but I can still use some of them. So it isn’t that bad ”I assured him and gave him a grateful smile. He replied. It didn’t seem as bad as I initially suspected. Where was Sigurd anyway? His presence makes me nervous and I didn’t know why.

“Do you have what you need?” I heard Sigurd call from outside.

“We’ll have it in a moment!” Replied Eivor and stood up to hand me the pages.

I folded it carefully and put it in the bag that i found in a corner of the room. Fortunately, it was still intact. I opened it and discovered dried herbs that I could still use for Dag’s wound. Unfortunately, the rest, including the one in the front yard, had been completely destroyed. Eivor had already gone outside and I looked around again. To say goodbye, I think, because I couldn’t stay here. The Saxons would get me back and probably kill me right away. I looked one last time at the broken furniture and decided to go outside.

Eivor and Sigurd were talking when I stepped into the sunlight and they saw me, they both fell silent immediately.

“I have everything, we can go.” I let them know, pulled the strap of my bag tighter around my shoulder and held it tight.

Both nodded. We were silent on the way to the ship, nobody said anything. Until Eivor broke the silence.

“Ella? Where will you go after you helped Dag? ”He asked.

That was a good question. Where should i go now? I had nothing left. No family, no friends and no home. I would probably have to look for work somewhere. so i don’t have to sleep on the street.

"I dont know. I can’t go back. The Saxons will look for me and then probably kill me. ”I said and my steps felt heavy.

"I see” Eivor stopped. “You know, Sigurd and I talked earlier. Our settlement is still young. We only got here 3 days ago and we could use a healer like you. You’d have a roof over your head and food in your stomach. In return you help the people in Ravensthorpe.

“What?” i looked surprised from him to Sigurd, who just nodded. I didn’t know what to say. First he saved me and then he gave me a home. “I don’t know what to say ..”

Sigurd laughed and said, “How about yes?”

I had to smile and Eivor held out his hand. “Deal?”

I didn’t think twice and accepted. Sigurd held out his hand to me and I took it too. When our hands touched, I could literally feel the sparks spray. My head was buzzing. It felt like I was in a different place. I saw golden fields of wheat, green meadows and I felt like i was at home. Then I was in a city, made by gods and a man held my hand. He smiled and then I was back on the river bank with Sigurd’s hand in mine. I let go of him and looked at him. Did he just experience the same thing as me? His look said nothing, but something just happened between us. This is going to be interesting. I was sure.

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aye-aye-sir · 4 years ago

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The detalis in this are amazing✨🌼💙