#randvi fanfiction

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Warnings: mature content, sapphic love, nudity.

a sapphire for your heart, part IX.

The gods' blessings were on Randvi’s lips;

she burned them deep into your skin,

again and again…

Your head fell back in sweet surrender as that sensual, plump mouth glided down your throat, following the delicate path of your collarbones. Though her pace was torturous and slow, she effortlessly ignited erotic needs within you which made you wildly seek her ardent touch.

“Randvi…”

You implored. The way her name rolled off your lips made her shudder with excitement as she lowered her strong, voluptuous body atop of yours. Ravenously, you locked your arms around her waist and arched up into her plush chest. Skin on skin.

Velour fingers dug deep into your core, though they were careful with your tender layers. Erotic nectar made their penetrative caresses fluctuate easier, back and forth, building a steady rhythm which left you tense and breathless. Randvi was beyond skilled at pleasing another woman. Her masterful hand had mapped your vulva, putting soft pressure on your aroused folds as she teased your inner erogenous zones. Waves of intense pleasure shook your body with each perfect stroke of her sturdy fingers deep within, each beckoning curl and strong thrust finding your g-spot with ease.

Your shaking palms spread over her beautiful Viking shoulders and magnificent back. Inebriated with arousal, you nearly cut her flesh open with your nails as you clutched and grabbed onto her well-defined muscles. Oh, how you wished to roll your hips into her heavenly touch, to selfishly ride your way towards that burning climax; yet there was only so far you could move beneath her strong, pinning hold. She knew how to pleasure you all too well.

Low grunts left her heated throat as you drew angry red marks on her skin; immediately, you soothed them with slow caresses from the small of her back up to her glorious arms. Firm muscles tensed, anticipating sensual touches which you gladly offered. Your dainty fingers dug into the valleys of her upper arms, slowly massaging, only to glide up along perfect tattoos to the strong curve of her throat. Her pulse was wild, blood rushing with arousal in her veins, very much like your own. You caressed the back of her neck with trembling fingertips which soon got lost in her beautiful, auburn mane. Guided by your tightening grip, she lifted her head to meet your amorous gaze.

Love's embers burned within her eyes, putting the whole universe to shame. You were simply ravished by the way she looked at you in those moments of complete surrender; she drew closer with lips pursed, ready to pull your soft mouth into another dance of carnal passion. Erotic cries quietly escaped your untamed kiss as she drew out your bliss, diving in deeper. Softly rolling her thumb over your sensitive clit with each fleshy twist and curl of her skilled fingers. Delirious with pleasure, you clutched russet locks in your trembling hands. Your orgasm erupted in deep waves which seemed to last for long moments on end, and each wave crashed down on you more intensely, burying you deeper. Randvi kept her warm palm cupped over your sensitive vulva as you shivered from head to toe and pulsed around her fingers.

This must’ve been Heaven.

The faintest touch of her thumb over your sweet jewel earned a pained groan from your quivering lips, and yet her torturous caresses only intensified your arousal. A smile bloomed across your features as the euphoria of sex settled in your bones. Randvi’s gaze lingered on your sweet lips, returning that little drop of joy. You became lost within each other’s eyes as your savored that moment. She ran the back of her fingers along your brow, pushing away rebellious strands of hair which stuck to your forehead in small beads of sweat. Even though you were thoroughly satisfied by her miraculous hands, your greedy hunger for her wasn’t quenched.

Tangled into each other’s arms, you rolled along the bed of grass, kissing hard between soft fits of laughter. You had her where you’d only dreamt her to be; nude and spread among wild forest flowers beneath yourself, in all of her glorious, enthralling beauty. With palms spread wide, you generously touched her plump chest, helplessly in love with every scar and flawless tattoo embedded in her pallid skin. And heavens, she felt so good… From the plush hills of her womanly mounds to the rough edges of her well-defined abdomen. She was a Viking in deed, but a bewitching one, leaving no room for anything but a natural desire to worship.

“You’ve got a look… as if you’re ready to devour me with your eyes.”

Randvi whispered as she caught your hips in an iron grip. You smiled, leaning closer, closer, until the tip of your nose touched her flushed cheek tenderly.

“Oh… I’d rather use my mouth to do that…”

You murmured.

-          To be continued…

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Warning: explicit sexual content.

a sapphire for your heart, part VIII.

A pair of lips so soft and full of passion caressed your throat like the blade of a dagger, smooth and equally dangerous; yet you’ve never felt more exhilarated to be consumed. Your body naturally arched into your captor's overwhelming heat, shamelessly seeking more. Every drop of reason left your mind, dissipating into the ether like mist. It no longer mattered what they would think or say, or do; in that moment you only existed for Randvi, and she, for you.

With legs tangled and hips swaying back and forth, the forbidden flame of sapphic desire quickly grew between the two of you. Her breath was steaming against your skin as she drew her parted lips along your soft jaw, and then down the lithe hill of your windpipe. You shivered as she kissed you there.

“Randvi…”

You implored.

She sighed with deep satisfaction as she pressed her body down against yours to feel you better. Her jaw fell open and she latched her mouth to your pulse, spoiling you with languid kisses; and then, stinging pain shot through your body like a furious bolt of lighting. You stilled as you felt sharp teeth gently penetrating the delicate layers of your skin. Randvi’s bite was silent and feral, pinning you down by your throat like a wolf would its prey; and oh, what a willing prey you were…Too inebriated by her unhinged passion, all you could muster was a breathless moan as you felt her large palms free your wrists and slowly inch towards your chest.

You took her in your arms then, clutching her shoulder blades in sweet anticipation. Though her bite had softened, you were stiff from head to toe, trembling at the divine feeling of her palm cupping your breast. Those roughened fingers were miraculously skilled, effortlessly giving you pleasure even over the coarse fabric of your tunic; squeezing, gripping, slow-massaging your tender mounds as you naturally danced into the flowing motion of her hand.

The sizzling pain around your throat lessened when Randvi relaxed her jaw and drew the velvety flat of her tongue over raw teeth marks and beautiful bruises. Her love was embedded into your skin.

As she slowly drew away, you felt her body shift against yours with every sensual movement of her sturdy legs and plentiful hips. You were completely mesmerized as her charms begun to unfold; her sultry gaze darkened and her voice was but a hushed murmur, dripping with arousal.

“I want to touch you… more…”

You shivered. Heat pooled between your legs, sizzling and spreading along your limbs like wild fire. Quickly, you unclipped the brooch holding her shawl and furs together, letting them fall off her broad shoulders. Disheveled tresses caressed your flushed cheek as Randvi leaned closer to kiss your parched lips, generously penetrating your mouth with deep strokes of her sensual tongue. The taste of her mouth was invigorating, like fresh spring peppered with burning flames. You moved your tongue against hers slowly, until your mouths were wildly ravishing one another.

“mmh…”

“..aah…”

Soft cries resounded in your secret little meadow, followed swiftly by the rustling of clothes coming undone. Randvi’s hands were at your hips, gently pinching the hem of your tunic as you raised your arms above your head and allowed her to strip you. The absence of warm fabric made you suddenly feel cold; a feeling which quickly melted under your beautiful Viking’s heated mouth. She left a wet trail of languid kisses down your chest whilst she enjoyed the smooth plains of your hips and stomach with her palms. Warrior hands that wielded heavy axes were now so tender and soft, giving love; each tap of her rough fingertips along your waist making you twist in delight beneath her. You found leverage in her shoulders once more as you gripped and pulled her tunic up, revealing magnificent back muscles to the moon's peeking gaze.

Sizzling tremors rushed through your body, burning even hotter down below. Randvi’s mouth still lingered on your chest, enjoying your soft breasts with open-mouthed kisses as she pushed your mounds together in between her large hands, rubbing them slowly. You breathlessly whispered her name whilst exploring the well-defined dunes and valleys of her sturdy arms, worshiping every inch of her beautiful body. She was indeed a fearsome woman, with deep scars marking her youthful flesh, reminders of battles she’d won. With a sudden movement, Randvi sat up and helped herself out of her tunic, revealing her magnificent chest in the soft glow of the early morning.

You were in awe.

You’ve pictured her nude in your dirty little dreams, yet to see her in the flesh, in all of her strong, muscular, womanly glory left you gasping for sweet air. You pushed yourself up to embrace her and indulge in the taste of her flowery skin. Her breasts were incredibly soft, plush mounds of heaven, overflowing in the palm of your hand. And oh, how beautifully she moaned as you left little love bites here and there across her chest.

The cold grass tickled your bare skin as Randvi slowly laid you back onto the ground. You took a moment to simply gaze into one another’s eyes, so full of lust and unspoken promises. She hovered over you, propped onto a strong arm to keep herself elevated as she explored your body with the delicate tips of her fingers. Your eyes were hazy with arousal, silently imploring, aching for rougher, bolder, more intimate touches.

“Lower…”

You moaned. Mischief flooded Randvi’s gaze as she leaned closer to murmur against the shell of your ear. You embraced her firmly, ravenous for her aggressive passion; yet her touch was slow and meticulous, her thumb endlessly circling your sensitive nipple until it was almost raw.

“Lower?...”

She teased and you bit the inside of your cheek. Gods, how could she torture you like this? Her words only aroused you further, and you instinctively pushed your hips up against hers, alluding to what you terribly needed. Merciless fingertips traveled back and forth across your stomach, only barely trespassing the edge of your trousers. A soft breath left your kiss-swollen lips, an invitation for her to take your mouth again; and she did.

You dived into the deeply satisfying feeling of her godly body, at times sweetly caressing the back of her neck, only to savagely grip her shoulders and sink your nails into her lean flesh. She pressed her chest down onto yours as she hooked her fingers into your belt and twisted the buckle until it broke. You pulled free from her sweet lips, breathing heavily when she pinched the buttons of your trousers apart.

Oh, that long awaited moment...

The warmth of her palm enveloped your sensitive vulva, making you tremble with each inch of forbidden skin her knowing fingers explored. You slowly begun to lose control, moans spilling free from your parted lips, for she knew precisely how to feed the flames of your desire. Her hand moved back and forth easily, albeit constricted by the tightness of your trousers. Skilled fingers delicately parted your damp folds, caressing in between them with come hither motions from your burning core up to your swollen rose bud. With each stroke she’d dive a little deeper in between your folds, and then linger a little longer on your aroused clit, teasing you around the edges with just enough pressure to keep you suspended in that torturous moment of not quite enough.

Her passionate mouth caressed your shoulder, pursing to slowly kiss the length of your delicate collarbones. It burned so good. You clutched her beautiful braid and pulled the leather strap from it, freeing auburn locks. She was breathtaking with her rust-gold tresses touching her handsome cheeks and flowing over her bare shoulders. Sensually, you massaged the tight muscles on either side of her graceful spine, until your firm grip found her hips. She stopped you for a moment –

Confused, you sought her gaze, yet you were relieved to still find passion burning deep within those blue gems.

“Take my weapons and put them aside… but careful… not to hurt yourself.. “

She murmured against the apple of your cheek as she shifted her hips lightly, unwilling to take her hand out of your pants. With trembling fingers, you pulled a heavy axe from her belt, trying your hardest to push it as far away as possible. Then, you removed a dagger from the strap on her left thigh and two smaller axes from the back of her belt, finally freeing your way to touch her more. The act of stripping her off her battle weapons was oddly intimate, as if she put her trust into your hands completely. Without restraints, you groped the back of her thighs and squeezed her closer, groping and fondling her plump bottom.

Touch-starved, Randvi swayed into your hands sensually, more than thrilled to feel your palms beneath her lower layers. You indulged in feeling up her womanly shapes, greedily spreading your fingers to loosen the hem of her pants and ease that intrusive fabric down her curvy hips. Her thighs were firm like mountains, yet soft at the surface like sweet rose petals; a leverage for you to hold on as you moved against her stroking fingers.

Pleasure came in deep waves, nearly pushing you over the limits of physical bliss; but then she stopped and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to silence a pitiful cry of frustration. What a devil, you thought, and yet you couldn’t help but adore her.

“Shh…”

She cooed, sweetly. Her palm pressed down on your heated vulva, holding you very still in spite of your hips softly struggling for friction. You felt the tip of her perfect nose nudge your cheek, and so you turned your head to meet her gaze; ardor burned deep within those precious azure eyes. Plush lips ghosted over yours, only teasing you with a kiss, as if you weren’t struggling for mercy already. You obediently forced your hips still, allowing her complete control of your whole being.

There was a hint of a smirk at the corner of her beautiful mouth as she drew closer. You closed your eyes, shivering in sweet anticipation of another kiss and the touch of her smooth fingers inching towards your pulsing core.

-          To be continued…

*part IX.

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Warning: mild sexual content.

a sapphire for your heart, part VII.

Time seemed to still as you slowly drowned in the depths of Randvi’s gaze. The pallid moon threw its veil around her wild, auburn braid, bringing forth her irresistible charms. How was it possible that this woman could be so effortlessly alluring? Your thoughts were scrambled, just like your heart, and all at once you lost the courage to voice your feelings.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to offer you.”

The gift you’ve carefully chosen for her was your salvation as you bought more time, and thankfully, it seemed to work miracles. Randvi shone with delight as you unfolded the shawl and its rubies shimmered brilliantly in the glow of the night sky. She must’ve never seen such intricately sewn fabrics before, because her sweet gaze never left the dunes and patterns of the teal silk she held in her hands. Your heart fluttered at the sight of joy bursting so vividly in the eyes of the woman you longed for.

You’d gift her the whole world, if you could.

“Sapphire, this is… I don’t know what to say.”

Likewise, you were speechless, but not because of the rare beauty of the shawl. You were quite used to seeing, touching, and owning priceless artifacts and riches, yet none of those made you feel more wealthy than the smouldering fire Randvi awoke in you. You felt complete, fulfilled, as if you were on top of the world, and all because she smiled at you.

“Accept it. It’s a sign of gratitude for your warm welcome.” You spoke with such confidence, you even surprised yourself.

“Reda has paid quite handsomely for your stay.” She mentioned with a brief laugh. “And you’ve proven yourself an honest woman, you will always be welcomed here.”

“I will remember that.” You nodded with a warm smile, yet you insisted on her keeping the gift and she delightfully wore it as you both returned to the longhouse.

Though you were not particularly looking forward to a feast, you endured the rowdiness and the smoke as long as you could watch her. She wore her brand new shawl with pride, receiving both compliments and envious remarks from women who’ve missed the chance to get their own. You noticed – she was quite a heavy drinker, yet alcohol was never strong enough to drown her reason. She could easily stand, walk and dance, and her sturdy form never faltered whilst her fellow Viking brothers and sisters barely kept their footing. Strong in spirit, in body, and in many other ways, Randvi towered over the group, her laughter flawless and her allure overflowing. You were mesmerized, affixed, and whilst she hadn’t caught your gaze, others sure did.

The bench you sat on sunk with another weight.

“She’s quite a woman, Sunbeam. Sigurd’s a lucky man, is he not?”

That voice was familiar – Birna, one of the warriors who accompanied you in your treasure hunt. You couldn’t look away from Randvi, yet you answered with a slow nod and a half-drunk murmur.

“Indeed he is.”

“You know… I do think she’s grown… quite fond of you.” The Viking woman mentioned between chugs of mead. Her words only fed your hopes and the wild fire which burned you from the inside. When a heavy arm rested around your shoulders, you finally looked at her – she watched you with a little smirk you couldn’t quite read in that moment. Birna continued.

“I’ve never seen her in such good spirits. And she never left her map room until… you asked her to…”

Gods, to hear those affirmations from another was the only push you needed. You were exhilarated, yet at the same time terrified; sober enough to be aware of the dangers of it all. You pushed Birna's arm off your shoulders and held her in a fixed, stern gaze.

“Don’t start petty rumors like that. I might lose my respect for you.”

Unfortunately, your remark only made the rowdy Viking woman laugh aloud and spill mead from her jug. You prayed she was just silly drunk. Still, the gravity of the situation only now dawned upon you; were you too recklessly open about your unusual admiration for Randvi? Or perhaps someone had seen you share a kiss at the ruins that day? Was that why she refrained from giving more, or even speak about it?

The sound of cheers and music grew louder; so loud you lost the count of drinks you had as you tried to drown out the noise, your worries, and the restless beat of your heart.

---

You couldn’t recall when you’d fallen asleep, yet a heavy ache pounded at your temples, abruptly pulling you out of a drunken slumber. The longhouse was now quiet, with only the soft crackle of the hearth keeping you company. Here and there, people were sleeping soundly with mead jugs still in their hands. You felt nauseous.

It must’ve been quite early in the morning, the whole village was quiet and still. You took that chance to gather yourself as you made your way to the river stream to wash your face and rinse your mouth. The quietness was a soothing balm, calming the buzzing in your ears and the bile in your chest; it wasn’t often that you drank yourself into oblivion. You crouched in the tall grass to enjoy the bitterness of a lemon whilst you continued to rinse your mouth, and as soon as your nausea settled, you rinsed your mouth again with honey water.

The sweet freshness of that stream rejuvenated you, and yet – it brought back memories of Randvi crying. You sat up and went about the little village to look for her; even dared to peek into her room. She was nowhere among the people sleeping on the warm floor of the longhouse, but there was one place you missed. You hurried back to your secret little place at the pool of the waterfall and your chest felt less heavy as you saw her sitting among violet spring flowers.

“Hej.”

She murmured, somehow knowing it was you.

“Good morning...” You breathed out quietly as your nervous feet carried you to her, by her side, where you secretly belonged. An eerie silence lingered between you, yet you couldn’t find the right words to address her. She seemed troubled and in deep thought – perhaps Birna spoke to her as well? A hot wave of anxiety washed over you at the thought that Randvi might be upset. With you.

“About our kiss…” She begun quietly. "... I wanted to apologize. I was reckless.”

Those words were like daggers twisting in your chest.

A lump in your throat silenced whatever sweet words of worship and adoration you had rehearsed for her; perhaps you’ve been nothing but a fool with one-sided love in your heart. Suddenly, you felt an overwhelming urge to mount your horse and run away. To never be seen around these colorful hills, or anywhere a Viking settlement which would remind you of her. You’d even bury yourself in the ground, if you could; anything to soothe that deep emotional ache. And yet you found yourself rooted to that bed of moss, because Randvi was still there. You bit back your hurt and nodded, trying to understand (or to accept) the situation.

Randvi sighed deeply and you could hear the heaviness in her breath. By instinct you turned to look – tears flooded her pallid cheeks, falling in heavy drops on the shawl around her shoulders.

No.

“I hope you won’t think less of me.” Her voice was clear, calm even, as if she had no clue that she was crying. Your words, then, spilled unfiltered.

“Why would I? Randvi… do you have any clue how much I care for you?...”

She dared not to look your way as she absent-mindedly wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. You felt as if your confession only stirred the ache in her chest. And whilst you were an artist with your words, you knew that nothing could’ve soothed her in that moment; nothing but actions.

With opened arms you pulled her in against your chest, embracing her shoulders and cupping the back of her head in your palm. She trembled as she quietly wept; each pained breath impaling your already-broken heart. No pain you’ve ever felt has burned as deep as this. All you wanted was to see her glow with pure joy, like she did when you found her treasure, to hear her sweet laugh and feel the warmth of her gaze. But now, all that was lost to a sea of bitter tears which made you feel powerless and small. Yet you did not relent.

Eventually, under your ever-flowing tender caresses, Randvi’s shoulders seemed to relax. Her breath was still heavy with sighs and repressed anguish, but you were relieved that she was slowly coming to. You rested your cheek atop of her smooth hair whilst you gently rocked her back and forth, giving her all your comfort. Miraculously, she felt safe enough to coil her strong arms around your waist and seek leverage in the warmth of your body.

Merciful gods, for how long will you be testing me?

“Tell me what ails your heart…” You murmured to her softly, but her lips were sealed. Whatever battle Randvi was going through was hers to fight. All you could do was try to catch her when she’d fall, just like she was ready to catch you. However, just when you made peace with the thought you’d never pry her open, the beautiful woman slowly pulled away from your embrace and begun to gather herself. Her cheeks were heated and damp, her flawless braid now a mess. You reached to tame those rebellious strands of rust and gold, and she let you.

“I apologize for that.” She spoke in a clear tone.

Don’t, please.

“You must think poorly of me now.”

No, Randvi.

“I must go tend to my duties… please tell no one of this.”

No.

In a moment you had her beauteous face between your warm palms, forcing her to look at you, even with crystalline beads at the corners of her eyes. The abrupt gesture took her by surprise.

“It would hurt me if you’d leave now. Tell me what happened. Please…”

You implored as you caressed the apples of her cheeks with your thumbs. Knowing very well it was a difficult task, you were genuinely patient with her, yet to brush this aside was something you refused to do.

“Why do you cry alone by the river? What aches are you hiding?”

Randvi was bewildered.

“Tell me…”

With each moment passing your heart grew anxious, horrified you might have pushed her too far. Your hands begun to tremble as you held her close, but then, her large palms took a steady hold of yours. They felt so warm and soft; just like the rest of her. A sturdy Viking woman with a tender core. She brought your hands to her chest to keep them warm.

“Oh Sapphire…” She sighed. “Freya took pity on me when she brought you my way. What have I done to be so blessed?...”

Confused, you watched her lovely features slowly transform from deep anguish to sorrowful tranquility. You did not understand, but the constant caresses of her thumbs along your knuckles easily calmed your frayed nerves. She found your gaze at last, peering tenderly into your soul as you listened.

“I’ve been nothing but a shell of a woman, living in my husband’s shadow. Him and Eivor were all I had, until these rivers took them further and further away each day… and here I am, mourning their absence whilst they seek glory…”

So you were right.

“Though I have the means to live like royalty, I am ungrateful and yearning for more -- …”

She bit back her words with a frown, momentarily looking away. But your gaze followed hers, seeking answers. Randvi shook her head as if she were in disbelief by her own treacherous desires.

“…you gave me more.”

Your heart fluttered.

“The thrill, the novelty, the affections I’ve been craving… You are so good to me, whilst I’m nothing but a despicable woman, married and yearning for another... and you, an angel, caught in my trap.”

“If you are despicable, then so am I.”

Your confession drew Randvi’s attention back to you. A bittersweet smile hung from your lips; you pulled your hands free from her hold, to gently touch her soft cheek.

“You think me an angel… yet I’ve been craving this Jarl’s wife ever since I’ve met her.”

You murmured quietly.

“Randvi… all these nights, in my sober dreams, I saw you nude before me… I pictured you loving me whilst I loved you… sinful and raw… and nothing felt better…”

Precious blue eyes grew wide with wonder as you voiced your fantasies in every detail, what they did to you and how you’d drown those flames in rainwater. How much you thought about her lips and her hands, about the beauty of her brawny roughness or the elegant flow of her auburn tresses on bare shoulders. You opened up so naturally, surprising her with every word. And she, as broken as she was, begun to glow with mutual desire.

The flame of sinful passions was lit between you; hidden needs growing quickly in the warmth of that fire, drawing you closer, closer, until your lips finally met again.

With strength anew, Randvi pushed you back into the bed of moss, pinning your wrists against the cold ground. Her grip was like iron, yet tender as a feather, mindful of your soft limbs. You were a willing prisoner to her passionate control, pliable in her hold and the forceful strokes of her velvet tongue. The taste of honey on your lips made her hungry and wild; her mouth easily ravishing yours with slow, hard kisses. Your petals opened in sweet surrender, welcoming her skilled tongue to raid every inch of your smooth mouth. Her Viking blood was hot, her love nearly overwhelming, yet you were shamelessly aroused by her intense assault. She tightened her grip on your dainty wrists as you begun to arch up into her, trapped between the soft earth and her massive body.

God, she’d be the end of you.

Sweet air caressed your lips as she shifted against you, her mouth seeking the elegant curve of your throat. Her breath was sizzling hot against your pulse, her soft lips dancing slowly along your sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in their languid affection. A trembled moan reverberated in your throat, but you bit it back and pressed your knees together; the way she kissed your throat, so passionately hungry, awoke a buzzing feeling between you legs. You tried to arch into her again, only to be met by her plush chest – and you fell back with a heavy moan.

“Randvi…”

You murmured helplessly, inebriated. She tardily worshipped your velvet skin with open-mouthed kisses and hot breaths, descending the shallow valleys of your graceful neck. And each time her mouth connected to your heated flesh, you’d twist and shiver under her pinning hold. You felt her smile into the soft dips between your thin collarbones, the tip of her nose brushing up along your wild jugular as she slowly nuzzled your delicate throat.

“Let me bring your fantasies to life…”

A hushed whisper touched your lips.

“Yes…”

You answered, barely breathing under the burning depths of her smouldering gaze.

-          To be continued…

*part VIII.

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Warnings: adult fantasies.

a sapphire for your heart, part VI.

Oh, sweet Lilith,

How temping is your sin;

The Devil's arms pry open,

And I jump right in.

If damnation came after that kiss, you’d welcome it. Your knees felt weak and tingly, making it nearly impossible to pull yourself free from that woman's hold. You could feel her chest heaving, moving against you, stirring you up. The warmth of her lips lingered on your mouth, a sweet distraction, yet at the same time it fueled your desire to appease her.

She wanted a treasure, and you were ready to dig all the way down to the core of the earth to fetch it.

The marble floor of those sacred ruins felt cold and lifeless beneath your feet. Even though you were quite disheveled from sharing that brief moment of passion with Randvi, you never doubted your ability to feel that mystical impulse of gemstones yearning to be found. As you paced about the old, dusty tiles, you allowed your body to steadily relax and seek that natural pull of the soil and its riches. You begun to feel it – a very low vibration; but not from underneath. By instinct, you tilted your head back to look at those tall pillars, and Randvi’s gaze followed your own. She said nothing for now, giving you room to express yourself.

The faintest lull of precious stones encouraged you to climb those dilapidated ruins to the very top of the highest pillar. There it was; a strange energy calling for you, infiltrating your body through the tips of your fingers. You were swift as a deer and light as a feather on the tip of your toes, flowing gracefully towards your aim.

“Careful!”

A sweet velvet voice called from below. You glanced down to see a worried frown on Randvi’s lovely face, and you smiled.

“I’ve done this before.”

You reassured, but she walked beside you on the safety of the ground, ready to catch you in case you’d fall – what a heartwarming thought. This magnificent warrior had all her attention on you. Just when was the last time someone had cared so much for your well-being?

How you longed to be back in her embrace, to drown in the warmth of her chest and the sweet scent of her skin. But your focus was on your treasure, your determination impenetrable, even by such powerful desires. The pillar was cold to the touch, unbreakable and strong – but there was one particular area in that ancient marble which stood out.

“That’s enough Sapphire, you don’t need to look further!”

Your Viking goddess called again, with nothing but well-meant worry in her stern tone.

“Are you concerned for my safety?”

You jested as you produced a small hammer from your pouch.

“Of course! Now please climb down, I don’t trust these pillars.”

“Oh? Is it the pillar or me that you do not trust?”

You grinned at the sound of a frustrated sigh; Randvi paced about the floor, her head tilted to watch your every move, and her strong arms ready to cushion a fall which never came.

Large pieces of marble crumbled under the slightest hits of your hammer. The wall was a soft decoy, hiding a small hole the size of a man’s fist. You listened for any movements within; any trap someone might have used to ward off thieves. And when you were sure no scorpions or snakes were coiled inside the crevice, you slipped your hand right in.

“I found something!”

You announced as you steadily pulled your arm out of the pillar, with your fingers tightly wrapped around a small, old bag.

“What is it?”

Randvi’s sweet voice echoed from below. The worn-out piece of cloth was hardly something to behold, but you felt a pulsing energy within. And when you opened the bag, you were almost stunned by the brilliant colors of shimmering gems.

“It’s... a key.”

“A key?”

But not just any old key; this piece was an artifact, a treasure you have only dreamt to find. It was fairly the size of your palm, all made of pure gold and studded with rubies and diamonds in the shape of runes. It burned your skin, sent shivers up your spine, and whispered to you in a tongue you did not understand.

“Are you alright up there?”

Suddenly, you were brought back to the present. You tucked the mysterious key into you bosom pocket and reassured Randvi that you were on your way down.

“I’m fine, I promise.” Gently, you called. “I have something for you, though.”

And as soon as you found your footing on the ground, you presented your find to her. The sight of that sacred key brought forth an expression you never thought you’d see on those beautiful, stern features. Randvi was completely breathless, shocked and amazed. You felt her soft palms cup over your own, gently prying the key from your hold.

“Freya’s tears…” She murmured. “Sapphire, this is a great find – this is extraordinary!”

There was more than awe dancing across those godly features; she way exhilarated, almost relieved, and you knew that artifact must’ve had a deeper meaning to her than just the value of the gold. You bit back a smile as you witnessed spring bloom over those somber eyes you fell in love with; and that’s when you remembered -

Ache-filled wails in the night, by the river.

It was hard and painful for you to picture tears on those rosy cheeks. You felt a spark of hatred for ‘Sigurd’ and ‘Eivor', albeit you had no solid proof they were directly responsible for Randvi’s secret heartache.

“Is it… something personal of yours?”

You inquired curiously, hinting at the key.

“No, much more important. Had I known it was here, I would’ve demolished these ruins long ago.” She answered with a hint of excitement as her dazzling gaze found yours.

“How did you know…?”

“I just do.” You glanced at the sacred item in her palms as you ran the tip of your index finger along the precious diamonds and rubies. “I had no clue it was a key; I only felt the precious stones… calling me. It was faint, because they’re rather small. Yet loud enough for me to hear them.”

All Randvi did was nod slowly as she beheld your unique talent and the way you spoke to her.

---

A feast was to be held that night in honor of your find. The little village buzzed, song and excitement already filling the evening air. Somewhat bothered, you retreated to that little pond to sit on the mossy bed and be alone with your thoughts. Perhaps you should’ve been more interested in finding the roots of such a valuable item, yet your mind seemed to obsess over one thing only – that kiss.

Were you wrong to wish for more? Did Randvi desire it as well, or perhaps she’d done it in the heat of the moment? Regardless, the memory of her soft mouth was embedded on your lips, and you could still taste her sweet passion at the tip of your tongue. Your chest ached for her, yet you found no courage to go and meet her now, when she was in the midst of joyous celebration together with her clan.

The night was yours to ponder, and so you drifted into a light slumber where you allowed your sinful fantasies to come to life. How soft her skin must’ve been beneath those velvet layers, how gently you’d caress her chest, her plush, womanly mounds. The sight of her nude before you, divine in all of her brawny glory, with rust hair flowing freely down her broad shoulders.

You sighed as you pictured yourself straddling her lap and worshipping her chest with slow kisses whilst her strong hands would caress your thighs. Closer, closer, where you burned…

“Sapphire? Is that you?”

With a sharp inhale you abruptly sat up in the mossy bed and quickly dusted dry blades of grass off your hair. Your cheeks were hot red, but thank God for the darkness of the night hiding your shame. Randvi was right there, in the flesh, and the sound of her velvet words only stirred your arousal.

“Yes, it’s me!”

You called as soon as you trusted your voice. Her heavy footfalls drew nearer and you turned your head away as you pretended to smoothen the wrinkles in your tunic. She crouched down next to you.

“Is everything alright? We were waiting for you in the longhouse…”

“Ah, I’m sorry – ...it’s the smoke.”

A fitting excuse which worked the previous night. Randvi did not insist, already accustomed to your need for solitude at times and you were grateful that she understood. But when she stood as if to take her leave, words spilled before you had the chance to think.

“Randvi – “

She turned at your call.

“…there is something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

-          To be continued…

*part VII.

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Warnings: mild adult content (smoochies)

a sapphire for your heart, part V

The Earth was soft, the winds were warm; inside your heart you heart a call, but it was not for precious stones, it was for… someone.

You woke up to the sound of blackbirds whilst the sun was still asleep. Confused, you slowly gazed about your surroundings, and gradually you remembered where you were – still on that spongy bed of moss where you’ve revealed your secrets to the woman who stole your heart.

She was nowhere to be seen; perhaps she rushed back to her chamber to tend to early duties. The settlement was eerily quiet, though lights flickered softly in every window. It must’ve been far too early for anyone to rise, especially after a long night of feasting. You quickly made your way back to your hut to ready yourself for the day’s journey, and by sunrise, you were eagerly awaiting by the stables.

Randvi was punctual. It eased your troubled mind to see her making her way towards you. The moment your eyes met, time seemed to still and everything around you faded into nothingness; everything, but her. In the warm glow of the morning, her beautiful hair shined even brighter, with specks of gold and brilliant amber.

“Good morning. Are we ready?” She greeted with a small smile, and you swore you saw excitement flickering in her stoic gaze.

“Good morning! Ready as soon as Petra joins us.” You beamed. Randvi nodded, then she turned to the stable-boy to ask about the quality of his work and the horses he bred. The boy was almost nervous as he answered every question. Clearly, Randvi was highly respected in this little community and it was more than her being the Jarl’s wife. The way she carried herself - a powerful woman, wise and capable, a natural leader. She was something to behold. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Petra and the other three Vikings announcing their arrival.

The path was less treacherous than you’d expected, so you begun to wonder why Randvi had chosen these warriors to accompany you – perhaps she feared you’d run off with the treasure? The thought amused you, but as you glanced back, your heart stilled at how serious she was. There was a permanent somber frown on her beautiful features, yet by some sort of magic, it lifted each time she’d meet your gaze. And oh, how sweet her smile was…

You rode mostly uphill through narrow forest paths and abrupt, rocky edges. Though Petra was ahead, attentively scanning the area and picking up various scents and markings in the tree barks, Randvi kept close to you; almost too close. Of course, you were more than thrilled to have her near, yet each time you caught a glimpse of her smouldering gaze on you, your heart raced just a little faster.

Suddenly – an arrow flied right past your throat and you went completely still.

“Get those murderous heathens!!”

A man yelled ferociously from behind a dried rose bush, and in a moment you were surrounded by heavily armed bandits.

The Vikings formed a circle around you, drawing their weapons to retaliate; Randvi, especially, was fully prepared. She produced a small axe from her belt, and with a swift swing of her arm, the weapon went flying straight into a man’s skull. One after another, the bandits fell victim to a rain of arrows and bearded axes. Randvi turned, shouting at your mount to run. Immediately, he fled from the battle scene at an alarming pace. You were still too shaken from the ambush to keep your terrified steed under control, and though you tried to calm him down, all he did was struggle violently until you lost your balance and fell. The hard ground knocked the air out of your lungs, leaving you aching and stiff all over; by the time you came to, you found yourself alone in the middle of the forest.

The dark depths of the woods were awfully unappealing, thus as soon as you got up on your feet, you made for the clearing at the end of the path. Worry filled your every thought; what if she got hurt? what if someone from the clan got murdered? You were almost ready to turn back, but the sight of Randvi quickly approaching you on mount instantly eased your heart. Aside from her beautiful disheveled tresses and small beads of sweat on her forehead, she looked alright.

“Where are the others? Are you hurt?” You didn’t bother to hide your worry, and neither did Randvi. She quickly dismounted her mare and cupped her large hands over your shoulders. Her grip was steady, but so very gentle, you felt like a feeble leaf beneath her hold.

“They’re alright. I sent them to scout the area.” She reassured, but her troubled gaze never ceased examining you from head to toe. You were breathless under her intense inspection; she’d never looked at you up close, and though you were fully clothed, you felt as if those beautiful gems peered right through the fabric of your tunic.

“Randvi…” You murmured, and she found your flustered gaze. Her grip on you lessened, but she still held you very close; close enough for you to feel her warm breath on your cheeks.

“Are you injured? Where’s your horse?” She asked rather sternly, yet you knew it was only her caring nature.

“I couldn’t temper him. He ran off… I’m sorry.”

Randvi shook her head, reassuring you there was nothing you had to apologize for; in fact, she owed you an apology for putting you in danger. It warmed your chest to feel her care.

“Come, I will take you back to the settlement.”

“No--!” Immediately you protested as she attempted to help you up on her mare's back. She faced you with a questioning look.

“We’re here, we found it!” You pointed at the other side of the hill, where a valley full of wild flowers bloomed out towards the horizon. And right in the middle of it, four dilapidated pillars stretched up towards the sun, enveloped in overgrown ivy and old dust. Randvi’s frown softened at the beautiful scenery, as if she’d never seen something more magnificent in her life. You wondered, briefly, whether she ever left that map room to roam around the wilderness – the thought of such a wonderful woman being locked inside made your wanderlust heart sting.

You rode together through the field until you were right at the base of those magnificent marble ruins. Randvi was still in awe as she helped you dismount, carefully holding you. The clear morning sky reflected in her gaze like precious jewels, and the proximity of her strong body made you tingle all over with unholy thoughts. But when she smiled at you tenderly, you knew you’d lost the battle.

A gush of wind enveloped you in the wild scent of those colorful blossoms - by some unexplained force, you found yourself on the tip of your toes, seeking Randvi’s sensual lips. She met you half way, bowing to your height until your mouths became one. Both of you indulging in the forbidden pleasure of a secret kiss. Her arms were instantly around you, pulling you in, and you opened your mouth with a soft gasp. She was stronger than she looked. Yet her defined, muscular limbs embraced you with love you’ve never felt before.

You dared to draw your tongue along her soft bottom pout, thus she opened her mouth to taste your sweet petals. A sensual battle of passion begun between your velvet tongues, heated breaths melting away both of your reticence as you surrendered to each other’s sweet, feminine charms. You were breathless when Randvi pulled away to gaze at you closely, Thor's thunder flickering in her sultry gaze. Her cheeks were like velvet as you caressed them, gently pushing away rebellious strands of auburn and gold from her lovely face.

“Find the treasure.”

She demanded in a hushed whisper. A wave of sweet tremors rushed through your heated body, and you immediately obliged.

-          To be continued…

*part VI.

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

a sapphire for your heart, part IV

Morning found you wide awake and restless. Your bedding was a mess on the floor and you were lying on the fresh straw which filled your bed. Nausea threatened to spill with every little movement you made; nausea from lack of sleep, and from overthinking. But with a bit of effort you managed to push yourself to sit and wash down the bile with a jug full of lemon water.

The day was promising. It seemed a lot of passers-by had stopped by the docks to bring news or tend to various local business, and many curious young men and women were flocking around Reda’s tend of exotic wonders. You made a careful selection of your own items and brought them outside for the visitors to see and admire, and eventually purchase. Saxon women were especially interested in your variety of colorful fabrics; bright teal, gold, and crimson shawls which powerfully contrasted their otherwise somber outfits. But it was your natural charms that convinced reluctant men to buy expensive gifts for their wives and daughters, and by noon you nearly sold out everything you’ve selected for that day.

All, but one.

It was an emerald green, pure silk scarf, beautifully ornate with golden threads and precious garnet beads. You were offered a hefty sum for it, but you declined with a smile and neatly packed it in your bag.

There were several locals and guests in the longhouse, chatting and enjoying the first course of their supper. Among them, you spotted a beautiful Viking with bright auburn hair and a jug of mead in her large hand. She was accompanied by several friends whom she chatted and laughed with; perhaps it was not the best of times to speak with her. But before you could take your leave, a dark-haired woman waved her arm and asked you to join them at their table. Randvi turned her head to look and when she saw you, she smiled the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen. Your heart raced like a hummingbird, sending little thrills of excitement through every cell of your being.

God… you were bewitched.

“You must be Sapphire! I’m Petra, it’s nice to meet you.”

The woman who beckoned you grinned as she made room for you to sit next to her, and right across from Randvi. You fiercely battled to keep your emotions hidden, to appear collected as you spoke with the people who would accompany you the next day in your treasure hunt. You’d be a group of five, with Petra helping you explore paths safe from dangerous wild predators, and the other three were warriors meant to protect you. A small, but capable group. You drank in their names, clashed jugs with them, and with Randvi, and promised a good journey tomorrow. However, there was a troubling feeling gnawing at your thoughts – the fact that she wouldn’t be there with you.

Soon, the longhouse was full of people dancing and singing, and enjoying the pleasant company of one another as they feasted. In the overwhelming loudness of cheering and music, you excused yourself and went outside to get a breath of fresh air. The night was crisp, sobering you up and lessening the ache at your temples.

“Were we too much for you?”

Your heart jumped at the sound of a beautiful familiar voice caressing your ears. When you looked back, Randvi was standing right behind you on the wooden porch. The light from within cast a glow upon her tall, godly silhouette, making her appear holy. You tightened the hold on your bag, momentarily deciding to postpone gifting her the shawl.

“Not at all. It was the smoke, it stung my eyes.” You answered with a smile.

She slowly closed the distance between you, and with a kind palm at the small of your back she encouraged you to walk with her further away from the longhouse. It was a simple, ghostly touch which lasted a moment, and yet it set your heart ablaze.

How cruel fate must’ve been to plant the seed of desire so deep into your core, only to watch you twist and struggle against the shackles of sapphic love. The way Randvi seemed to glow beneath the pallid moonlight was enthralling; the whole blanket of shimmering stars reflected in her deep cobalt eyes.

“How do you like Ravensthorpe so far?”

She asked.

You glanced at her briefly; beside the lingering smell of smoke in the longhouse and her anguished cries in the night, everything was perfect! But you wouldn’t dare say that out loud.

“It’s lovely. I’ve never been to a Viking settlement before. Your architecture and clothing designs are breathtaking.”

“Clothing designs?” She echoed, slightly amused; perhaps it was the mead.

“Yes. The fabrics you use, the intricate patterns and choice of color… the carvings in your shields and weapons. It’s beautiful.” You confessed with a smile. The way you spoke of her traditional wear made Randvi’s mirth dissolve into surprise.

There was a knot in your throat and your chest felt heavy, as if you were about to spill all the thoughts and feelings you’ve been silently enduring since the day you’ve been acquainted with her. The sound of the river reminded you of her pained, secret cries; you wanted to ask why. Yet all you could do was stand very still as you slowly lost yourself in the depth of her intense, beckoning gaze.

“What else do you like?” She inquired as she shifted from one foot to the other and crossed her large arms over her bosom. Her authoritative pose caught you off guard – heavens, she was a force you could not resist. Your gaze lingered on her dazzling eyes, and then slowly followed the trail of her sharp cheekbones and perfect jaw, all the way to her full lips.

“Your spirit.” You answered. “How your people fight – courageous, almost reckless, unified and strong. There’s something about you…”

Randvi’s interest slowly seemed to grow as she listened. You locked your eyes with hers again, and this time you couldn’t look away. It was beyond sinful to have certain thoughts about a married woman, and yet her allure was stripping you of all reason. If Sigurd was there, he’d probably raise a fist against you, and you’d be crazy enough to challenge him.

“I want you to join us tomorrow.”

Suddenly, you spoke.

“On the hunt you mean? I’m afraid I cannot. There is work I must tend to, here.” Randvi declined, albeit she was pleasantly surprised.

“Whatever work you have cannot be more important than such a great find – I want you to be there, to see the gold for yourself.” You felt as if you found a small grip on her will, and you weren’t about to let go. Something burned deep within you; a flame which would consume you whole if Randvi would refuse you again. Thankfully, she promised she’d consider it.

Delighted, you turned your head to hide a smile in the crook of your shoulder. All of a sudden, tomorrow seemed like decades away.

The graceful Viking walked you to each and every house of Ravensthorpe, introducing you to their current stores and notable landscapes to admire. The abundance of colorful flowers and their sweet smell was intoxicating, lulling you closer to Mother Nature’s chest. There was a soft bed of moss right beside the pool at the base of a waterfall, and that’s where you sat down to tell each other stories.

“Norway's mountains are quite treacherous. It snows heavily most of the year, and unless you’re an experienced tracker, you’d surely find your demise in those steep valleys.”

She spoke with a smile as she fondly remembered her homeland. You were intrigued, absorbing every word and watching her attentively as you learned about the Aurora Borealis and the myths of Odin and Freya, and ragnarok. How fiercely Asgard battled against Jotunheim, and how humans eventually outlived both gods and Jotuns. It was easy to picture these fables coming to life when Randvi told them in such refined detail and with so much confidence. There must’ve been a grain of truth to her words.

“Ymir's tear… I would die for that stone. I’ve heard stories of that gem scattered all over Asgard.” You sighed as you leaned back to stretch over that soft moss and gaze up at the night sky, in awe. You felt those precious blue eyes on you, yet you didn’t dare look, fearful that you’d lose yourself in them all over again.

“Sapphire is a very beautiful name.” She spoke, and you smiled.

“That’s not my birth name…” You confessed.

“Oh?...”

“When I was six years of age, I had this… feeling, as if I knew something was beneath my feet, pulsing, calling me.” You begun your tale and Randvi lowered herself on her side, watching you.

“I had this uncontrollable urge to dig, to see what lured me in and never let me sleep. I broke four of mother’s spoons trying to tear apart the dry, hard soil.” A brief laugh escaped you as you reminisced.

“At last, my older brother stole a shovel from the neighbor one night, and by morning we dug a hole thrice our size. The neighbor was furious, and mother was about to smack us when she saw what we did to our yard.

But then… beneath the damp, muddy floor of the cavern we dug, I felt it again. That urge, that call; I ripped the soil apart with my bare hands, and out I pulled a little satchel. Inside it were two sapphires. I can see them now… shimmering in the light of dawn… they felt sharp and cold, and fit perfectly into my hands, as if they were made for me.” You bit back a smile as you turned your head and saw Randvi, in all of her beauteous glory, propped on her elbow and watching you in awe. Her eyes were just like the sapphires you fell in love with.

“And then?...” She asked with vivid curiosity.

“Mother sold them to buy a farm. And when I was nine summers old, a cart with two travelers stopped by and took me. They promised mother silver, and that I’d be returned by fall with a bag full of precious stones. But… when we returned… We found the farm abandoned, burnt to the ground.”

Randvi’s gaze seemed to soften with sorrow, yet your grin never faltered as you shook your head.

“I kept on traveling, I saw the world. They called me Sapphire ever since, and I forgot my birth name as the years went by… The world, Randvi… it’s so beautiful…” You pushed yourself to sit, drawing closer as you whispered to her.

“Come with me in the morning, let us explore and travel together...”

Her auburn lashes fluttered, as if she was awoken from a trance. She took a moment to think, to find her words or collect herself; but when she turned to meet your gaze again, she answered with a nod.

“I will. I wish to see you dig for gemstones, to see your blessed hands pull treasures free from the earth.”

Your chest swelled with joy, and all at once you were buzzing with excitement.  

-          To be continued…

*part V.

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Warnings: mild adult content (fantasies).

a sapphire for your heart, part III

On the very first day of your arrival, you travelled on horseback all the way to Cent. There, one of Reda’s eyes was waiting to offer you a tent to sleep in and a complete refill of your rations. Dover Cliffs called to you, especially at night, when the moon's pallid glow reflected off those abrupt, chalky shores. Somewhere within those narrow crevices in the mountain, a deep energy pulsed with life; a tear of mother nature, hidden and forgotten among piles and piles of sand and pebbles. You followed that silent lull, and by sunrise, you exited those pristine canyons with a bag full of colorful gems.

Several days after your find, you returned to Ravensthorpe to meet Reda again. You’ve been so focused on your treasure-digging tasks that you’ve forgotten all about the residents of that growing little village. However, the closer you rode to Randvi, the more she crossed your mind. You nearly stopped several times when you heard a voice similar to hers calling in Norwegian. And when you’d catch a glimpse of a woman’s beautiful auburn hair, your gaze would naturally follow. Of course, it wasn’t her; but oh… how much you secretly wished it was.

As you spotted the longhouse in the distance, your heart begun to race and flutter all at once. In the back of your mind, you’ve always thought of her; but now, without any tasks to distract you from your fantasies, you were suddenly overwhelmed by a deep, burning desire to be in her presence again.

Gods, if only she knew…

“Hello again. Back so soon?”

Reda called from beneath the large sage tree, where he’d gathered all the village children to tell them stories. You smiled as you dismounted your horse.

“Soon? With a map so well-drawn, I’d be embarrassed to take a moment longer.”

By evening, everyone was gathered in the longhouse for supper. Cheers and traditional music echoed off those tall wooden walls, creating a pleasant atmosphere to enjoy a drink with close friends and family. You were ravenous from your long trip back, and yet you took your time to savor your meal as you told stories of your travels. The children were flocking around your table, and some adults eventually turned to watch you whilst the music played a little softer.

“A dragon?! You really saw a real, talking, flaming dragon?”

A little boy asked, and you had to bite back laughter. Your story did have a grain of truth, but perhaps not as fantastic as their wild imagination made it to be. You wiped your mouth with a handkerchief and continued.

“It was asleep when I got there. Petrified. Yet his scales shimmered like little drops of gold, and his wings were made of millions of precious stones. All of them were red, like poppies.”

“Oh, oh! I know! They’re called rubies!” A small girl exclaimed as she shifted on her seat with vivid excitement. You confirmed with a nod as you smiled at her warmly, but then, your gaze seemed to naturally find that familiar figure which never left you mind.

Randvi was there, leaning against a pillar with her strong arms crossed over her chest. While she was a small distance away, she seemed to have been listening to your tales with great interest, her dazzling eyes affixed on you. You couldn’t look away. The sight of her was something to behold; a rough kind of beauty you’ve never seen before, a warrior enveloped in sensual feminine charms. There was a hint of a smile on her rosy lips, and her gaze softened the more you peered into her beckoning eyes. She motioned with her head for you to follow her into the map room, and without question, you did.

The creaking floor boards disheveled your nerves, like little ripples on the surface of a very still lake. Heat rushed to your cheeks as Randvi suddenly turned to face you, leaning back against the large table. A particular kind of charm lingered about her – a deep, sultry energy. It was her beautiful blue eyes, the way she looked at you, silently inviting.

“I interrupted you, I’m sorry.” She spoke and you quickly shook your head. It was fine. For her, anything was fine.

“I recently came across something that might interest you. It belonged to a group of raiders which attempted an attack on Ravensthorpe, and of course, greatly failed.” And she reached across the table to produce a neatly folded map, carefully opening it. You stood still, silent and in awe, finding it more and more difficult to focus on anything but her.

Were you bewitched? Was this fate mercilessly tossing you into a bottomless pit of beautiful despair? You couldn’t quite tell why you were feeling so weak all of a sudden. She was indeed enthralling, but it was more than her ravishing appearance which pulled you in. She was full of secrets. Hidden beneath that strong, stoic shield, there were raw emotions and passions waiting to be discovered. And they called for you, just like mother nature’s precious treasures called to be unearthed.

“Come here, have a better look.” Randvi motioned for you gently, and you followed like a moth to a flame. By Gods, you must’ve been a hopeless cause.

“Ah, I see.” You took in a sharp breath as you scanned the new map quickly. For you, those symbols and roads were easy to read and interpret, like second nature. You could already picture the real landscape, the ruins, the earth which hid those treasures well. That energy vibrating from beneath stone and soil, waiting to be found.

“If you help us find it, we will fairly spread it in half.” The beautiful warrior murmured quietly, and when her arm draped over your narrow shoulders to pull you in, you thought your legs would crumble. Her hand was heavy, her grip strong as she cupped your arm; yet she was careful not to hurt, gentle like a dove. She whispered details of the treasures only for you to hear, mindful of the many people still indulging in the plentiful dinner. You nodded, absorbing each word that rolled so gracefully off her lips as you followed the trail of her finger on the map. Surely, her intention was not to stir you up like this, but the closeness was overwhelming, suffocating, making you burn all over.

You slowly shifted away from beneath her large, strong arm, and dared to find her gaze in the glowing light of the ceiling. Her beautiful, thick eyebrows rose and she appeared surprised that you pulled away. Whether it was just your naïve mind giving false meaning to a woman’s innocent acts, you couldn’t tell, but if what you saw in Randvi was true, then your feelings were reciprocated. Quickly, you nodded.

“I accept. In two days we can start our journey.” You spoke with newfound confidence, pulling yourself together.

***

The warmth of that beautiful Norse goddess’s touch left a deep, burning imprint on your shoulder.

Albeit it was harshly storming and the winds were crisp, you felt hot and sleep refused to pull you in the land of dreams. The bedding was heavy, tangling in your limbs as you shifted from side to side restlessly. Each time your tired eyelids fell closed, you saw the image of her;  handsome cheekbones glowing, a piercing pair of eyes shimmering like Larimar and Azurite, and lips like dew dripping off wild rose petals.

Your chest heaved with a deep sigh as you slowly relaxed your body. There was a smouldering feeling between your legs, pulsing, making you shift and press your knees together. The thought of Randvi aroused you, filled your mind with unholy thoughts. You suddenly craved her rough grip, imagining how good those powerful viking hands would feel on your breasts, on your throat, and on your hips… How skillfully that beautiful mouth of hers would stir your desires as it would dance across your lips…

Thunder struck by your window, abruptly pulling you from your dirty fantasies, and you sat up. Rain came in heavy waves, drenching the little village. It called to you, like many of mother nature’s wonderful things did, and so you left your hut to sit beneath that heavy pour, trusting those cold drops to chase the devil out of you. And you spun, with arms outstretched, welcoming that freezing sensation which enveloped your body. As you slowly danced in the rain, thoroughly running your hands through your long hair, you briefly noticed light in the longhouse. It must’ve been the hearth which burned continuously – a never-dying flame of warmth and soothing, homely comfort. Curiosity pushed you towards that enormous structure, unarmed and barefoot as you were, and with your night dress heavily dripping with rainwater.

The cold was beginning to settle in your bones, and so, as you reached the warm entrance to the longhouse, you stood beneath its majestic threshold to bask in that golden light. The scent of fire and old wood lingered in the air pleasantly. As you guessed, no one was around at that ungodly hour of the night – but you heard it again… that deep, heart wrenching, muffled sob.

It was her; Randvi.

However, instead of weeping over ‘Eivor', she was faintly calling her husband’s name in between soft cries and suffocated breaths. That feeble voice impaled your heart, twisting and turning in your chest as if her pain was your own. Oh, how much you wished to break those walls down and wrap her in your arms, to kiss the anguish off her heated cheeks and never see a single tear of suffering in those precious azure gems. But as you heard heavy steps echo into the map chamber, you rushed back to your hut, terrified of being caught.

-          To be continued…

*part IV.

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Second part of a (not-so-short-anymore) emotional fic.

a sapphire for your heart, part II.

Ravensthorpe buzzed with life as villagers begun to emerge from their cozy little homes. The sound of children echoed in the small meadow and it made you smile; sweet youthful laughter, sing-song games and playful teasing. You stopped to gaze at the three little rascals chasing one another around a large sage tree. The image made your chest feel warm as you reminisced about your own childhood. And with those pleasant thoughts in mind, the memory of the weeping woman faded whilst you made your way to Reda’s tent.

“Hello!”

He greeted you with a small wave, beckoning you over. You stood in front of him with the bag of opals in your hand.

“Would this be enough to cover my stay?”

With a smile, you dangled the little pouch in front of him. Eagerly, Reda pushed himself into a sitting position, cross-legged and hunched over the bag filled with jewels. The precious gems shimmered beautifully in the sunlight, like a dragonfly's translucent wings. He was deeply satisfied as he fastened the mouth of the pouch and hid it safely among his belongings.

“More than enough.”

He reassured.

“Now, I have this map for you.”

And he produced an old, rolled-up papyrus, offering it to you. It was awfully smudged and the writing was faded, the landscape and roads badly drawn in thick coal lines, yet you could still make out certain regions, borders, and key points. You took your time to study the important document before your gaze found Reda’s again. He briefly explained the hierarchy in this growing village, mentioning the jarl's name, Sigurd, and his right hand drengr, Eivor. Both of them were currently absent and have been for quite some time. However, there was a woman you could rely on for further information regarding the map. Randvi.

Following Reda’s instructions, you found yourself at the large front gate of that immense longhouse. The carvings in the threshold were mesmerizing to look at; symmetrical patterns sculpted so precisely in painted wood. Dragons stood proudly above the tall door, and flickering lamps hung from their open mouths. There was a soft crackling sound within – a fire burning slowly in the middle of that large space. It felt homely, albeit it was rather dark inside, and so you hesitantly paced about the creaking floor. Your gaze wandered from every dark crevice to every colorful pillar holding that magnificent roof up.

The sound of chatter from outside abruptly ripped your hazy focus and you remembered why you were there to begin with. Information.

You inhaled deeply as you glanced around for the map chamber. It was right across that long hall which separated tables full of food and drinks. There seemed to be no one in the longhouse at this hour, and yet you did hear soft footfalls somewhere behind the wooden walls. It oddly felt as if you were trespassing, even though you had Reda’s written invitation attached to your belt.

“Good morning?...”

You called. A woman emerged from a chamber adjacent to the map room, and when your eyes met, you were completely gobsmacked – it was her. She seemed equally surprised to see you, as if you’ve met somewhere before. Up close, you noticed her impressive height and strong shapes, and with that stern, impenetrable look in her azure eyes, you almost felt intimidated.

“Ah-… I am here on behalf of Red-"

“Yes, I know how you are. Sapphire, is it?”

The sound of her voice was like a deep river murmur, and yet soft, melodic, so gently pulling at your heart strings. You nodded slowly at her question, and she beckoned you to come by the large table in the middle of the room, where a map was laid out and pinned by various figurines. It was a spectacular display of the area, with clear marks of little villages, forts and caves. You couldn’t wait to redraw your own map, and yet you found yourself secretly gazing at the powerful woman just across from you.

She was beautiful. Radiating such authority, calm and collected; was she truly the one you’ve heard weeping that morning by the river stream? Looking at her now, it was hard to picture such a stern figure being overwhelmed by emotion.

“Tell me what you need help with.”

Her voice gently pulled you from your thoughts, and in a few moments you had the old map stretched next to the larger one. She glanced at the faded, yellow paper, and then at you. You raised your brows as her dazzling eyes peered into your own.

“Primarily, I need to know which areas are safe for travels.”

A smile small tugged the corner of her lips; you couldn’t tell whether it was amusement or bitterness, but you found it impossible to break free from her steady gaze as she leaned over the table with a sigh.

“No area is truly safe, however… I will highlight the most important borders you should consider before crossing.”

“Good. Thank-you!”

You were relieved to find how honest she was, and soon, the sound of her tranquil voice dissolved that cold, hostile aura she seemed to have about her at first glance. She was particularly charming as she worked – focused, thorough and quick. The design on her clothing was breathtaking in itself, so easily luring you in, closer; you were curious what fabric it was and whose hands were so skilled to sew such intricate patterns. But you kept very still, respectful of her personal space as she kindly aided you with your map. When she was done, she stood up straight, nearly towering over you. The way you looked at her must’ve caught her off guard, for she raised a fine brow as she handed you the new document.

“Is there anything else that you need?”

She asked, harmlessly inquisitive.

“Oh! Not at all!” You laughed softly. ”I was only wondering about your brooch. I’ve never seen one like that before.”

Your curiosity seemed to have stirred something within her; something you definitely did not expect. She smiled as she gently touched the aforementioned item, her gaze longing all of a sudden.

“This?... It was my mother’s.”

“And the beads attached to it…”

You begun as you slowly rounded the table to her side. The closer you approached her, the more evident her imposing height became – a Norse goddess incarnate, enthralling and mighty. You swore you caught a drop of tenderness in the way she gazed at her mother’s brooch.

“…what are they?”

Caught off guard, Randvi met your prying gaze, wondering.

“Emerald, of course.” She answered.

Indeed the precious gems shimmered beneath the faded light seeping through the ceiling above. As she turned to face you, the rich green hues seemed almost tangible, deep and smooth like vivid clover leaves. Your attention lingered on her beads, as if you were reading through each ray of sun the stone reflected. Then, you sought Randvi’s gaze again as you smiled.

“It’s Chrysoprase.”

You concluded. She seemed half-amused as she coiled her beads between her war-hardened fingers. Never looking away from the gems, she asked.

“How do you know?”

“Emerald reflects light differently, like a mirror. This one seems to glow.”

Oddly, your input seemed to stir a hidden curiosity within her; perhaps it was because you openly showed interest in something so dear to her, or perhaps because she was secretly fascinated by gemstones. However, when she gazed at you, with her beads still tangled in her fingers, you felt as if she had questions.

Her stoic demeanor melted briefly, leaving room for genuine interest in your knowledge – her gaze was intense, easily pinning you to that heavy map table. A shiver rushed through your core as her mouth opened to speak, but before words were uttered, a much louder and desperate voice called from the other end of the hall. An old woman expressed her disappointment in a foreign tongue, which you immediately recognized as Norwegian. And as Randvi made her way to tend to her responsibilities, you gathered your map and tiptoed out of the longhouse.

-         To be continued…

*part III.

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader. 💋

• First part of an emotional little fic.

 a sapphire for your heart, part I.

To see the world was a privilege given only to the brave or wealthy. Knowledge and beauty was hidden in every crevice of every mountain, in every drop of ocean or stone put in a castle.

The night you arrived at Ravensthorpe was a cold, stormy one. A group of cheerful Vikings greeted you at the docks, offering a helping hand to unload large crates and chests off your colorful longboat. The path to your temporary home was lit by beautiful oil lamps hanging from Norse decorations, and in the mild glow of their light, you slowly took in the intricate design of their homes, statues and monuments.

Even the trees seemed to bend in particular shapes, radiating a different kind of magic. What you’ve heard about this place was true; a little settlement sprouting from ruins overnight, quickly evolving into one of the most important trade points in Mercia. It was as beautiful as it was economically blooming, and you’ve barely managed to see a scrap of it through the dark, blinding storm.

However, you’ve not arrived here by accident, no. You were summoned.

“Ah, there you are my precious Sapphire!”

A small boy exclaimed as he emerged from his tent. It was Reda, the most renowned merchant and informant you’ve ever known, and the person who made arrangements for you to stay here for a while. You smiled as you turned to greet him and rid yourself of your drenched cape.

“I’m joyous to see you again, Reda. And even more joyous to hear what you’ve prepared for me.”

You spoke to him with friendly warmth and yet the same respect you’d address any adult.

“All in good time. Now, make yourself at home. I will see that you receive all the help you need to get settled in.”

The boy waved his small arm towards the group of men standing idly by the door of your temporary hut. You acknowledged the helpers with a polite smile, yet you declined.

“No need, I’ve brought only essentials with me.”

“Oh?...”

With a curious spark in his eyes, Reda watched you closely as you crouched next to one of your smaller crates. You motioned with your head for him, and he leisurely made his way over to see what was in the box. His eyes grew wide with astonishment.

“How…?”

A rich blue glow emerged from the contents. It was an impressive pile of precious stones, primarily polished sapphires, opal, and lapis lazuli. Among them were several scattered diamonds and rubies, but much smaller in size.

“I know where to look.”

You murmured with a cheeky smile as you carefully closed the chest and locked it with a key and a padlock.

“You never fail to amaze me. Tomorrow, after you rest, we will discuss more. If there is anything you need at all, call me.”

The young boy gleefully spoke as he stood, and you got up as well to walk him to the open door.

“Thank you, Reda. I shall.”

***

After Reda's departure, you eagerly resumed your work, carefully unpacking rare artifacts from various chests and finding safe, sturdy places for them to sit in all their marvelous, oriental glory. Albeit your journey was tedious and exhausting, you were filled with energy, eager to begin exploring this foggy, foreign land. With your heart fluttering and your mind already picturing the treasures these rocky mountains hid, you couldn’t get a wink of sleep.

Dawn pulled its lavender veil over the dark sky, beckoning the sun to shine. That quiet crepuscular glow peeked behind your open windows, finding you in good spirits as you neatly organized your shelves. Within a few hours, you’ve turned your temporary home into a small museum of curiosities; little statues carved into rare wood or stone, never-before-seen fabrics sewn exquisitely, ornamental daggers and jewelry for both men and women. All items were of high-quality, similar to what Reda proudly laid before the curious eyes of these villagers. However, they were considerably more rare, some legendary. The only things missing from your impeccable collection were gemstones.

“Now… I need to find a stream.”

You murmured to yourself as you gathered a few bottles of oils in your drying cloth. Before leaving your hut, you locked all doors and windows, and filled a small pouch with opals. It was still rather early for anyone to be awake, yet the quietness of this little village was a soothing balm to your wild, restless soul. The scent of the previous night’s storm still lingered in the air; earth, grass and tree bark. It was delightful.

In the distance, you caught a glimpse of the longhouse peeking from behind mossy rooftops and wild, overgrown trees. Even though you were beyond exhilarated to see everything, you took your time just to observe the various scents around you, the sound, the sights. Albeit it was a peaceful morning, you caught the distant smell of war in the wind, and saw clouds of smoke rising far beyond the mountains.

A lone Viking guard followed you with his gaze as you crossed the small bridge to climb up the course of a stream. To ease his mind, you nodded your head respectfully, and as you passed him by, you briefly explained why you were there.

“Oh behalf of Reda, I’m a merchant.”

He was reluctant at first, yet you took no offense to that. Understandably, you were an outsider, albeit clearly not a threat. After a few exchange of words, the man carefully lowered his guard and expressed interest in your wares, especially after learning about the beautiful fabric you owned. The conversation flowed freely from there, he was at ease around you, his dark eyes sparkling and he even dared to joke with you.

If there was one thing you were exceptionally good at, that was conversation. It was what got you easy access to squares and forts to present your one-of-a-kind items to the higher classes; your eloquent speech and your remarkable negotiating skills. Before he even knew it, this Viking man who stared you down suspiciously just minutes ago, was now ready to spend a hefty amount of silver on wares he’d yet to see.

This was quite a good start.

You bid him farewell for the moment and continued to stroll up the small river all the way into the forest, until Ravensthorpe quieted down behind you. Crouched by the shallow water in a patch of tall grass, you made sure no one was around before you undressed and vigorously begun to wash your arms, your neck and face. The water was almost freezing, making you hiss quietly as you splashed it beneath your arms and over your chest. A small, quivering breath left your puckered lips as you thoroughly scrubbed your tender skin, and just as you were about to douse your cloth in the water again, you heard a high-pitched, muffled cry.

The murmur of the flowing water was rather loud, yet you tried to listen very hard, both startled and curious by that unfamiliar sound. It came again – but deeper, like a strained wail. Quickly, you pulled your dark blue tunic over your head, securing it around your waist with a brilliant red sash as you rather clumsily tripped into your trousers. In a moment, you’d gathered all your belongings and you were ready to leave before someone would catch you sneaking about the bushes, unannounced.

But then it came again, that cry, and you froze.

“Eivor…”

That soft voice murmured in between secret, muffled sobs. Oddly, it seemed to pierce your heart, and curiosity turned to pity as you sat there in the grass, very still. It would’ve been unwise to suddenly emerge from your little hiding spot, not knowing who was out there and what they would do if you startled them – if they were armed or dangerous. However, you did find the courage to finally lift your head, and by the time you did so, the wailing had stopped. All you could see on the other side of the stream was the tall form of a woman, beautifully clad in intricate blue and green Viking attire.

What struck you was the vivid color of her braided hair, so rich and yet tamed, like rusty leaves in fall. You watched her until she disappeared behind the longhouse, and then you carefully made your way back to the settlement. There was a fog lingering over your mind – more than curiosity; it was wonder, contemplation. The name “Eivor” was familiar, yet you’ve never heard it spoken in such an anguished voice. As you passed by the longhouse once more, you slowed your pace and gazed at it from a respectful distance.

The red-haired lady was nowhere in sight.

- To be continued…

*part II.