#randvi x you

[bagelvangr]

every day we stray further from god's light (complimentary) 🫣

[ac-lesbians]

Wrote a randivor scene. Am ill now. I wish my readers good luck

[negronispagliato]

i'll be around (where we used to be) || eivor varinsdottir

summary: a year or so post nastiest break up of your life, you and eivor reunite at gunnar & brigid's wedding

pairing: modern!eivor x reader

themes/warnings: breakups, established relationships, mentions of eivor not having been the greatest partner (but never cheating), yearning, all that good stuff.

word count: idk but they're all full of queer yearning.

note: i'm not exactly back but kinda....? had to take some time away from the ac space lol but anywhoooooooo here's an old fic with very shitting writing. divider by @/cafekitsune

She looks good. You think to yourself while sipping on a lukewarm mulled wine. 

It’s been nearly a whole year since you’ve seen Eivor. It shouldn’t feel as strange as it does, but there’s been a whole year of the two of you acting like awkward strangers ever since the break up.

Ever since the explosive argument that pigeonholed the two of you into making a decision that ended up hurting the two of you, and dissolving everything you had into suitcases and storage boxes. 

There’s the weight of things unsaid and unresolved, and no matter how much you try to interact with everyone at the wedding party it doesn’t soothe the dull ache of being so close and so far from her at the same time. 

You were just a guest at Gunnar’s wedding, so your outfit of choice wasn’t all that in comparison to Eivor’s outfit. She was part of the wedding party, the officiator, all trussed up in a black suit that had been expertly fitted, a couple of buttons on the white dress shirt undone to reveal a bit of the tattoo that occupied most of her chest.

She was always effortlessly handsome, you would say to her a long time ago. She’d  only laugh and respond with a kiss.

A whole year apart, and the ghosts of their memory still lingered in your mind much like the memory of how it felt to be held and kissed and loved by Eivor once upon a time. 

Her golden hair, braids done up and sides shaved off to reveal the tattoos emblazoned on her scalp, itching to be played and caressed by your gentle touch that could put her to sleep as easily as it could cause her pleasure. 

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Despite the awkwardness of passively and actively trying to avoid her, you have a fun enough time. 

You make the valiant effort to talk to old friends, catch up with their latest life accomplishments. Randvi had just completed an assignment overseas as a diplomat. Soma had made incredible strides in her consulting business. Valka, and gods you missed her so much too, had incredible success as a professor. 

And for a while, it works to distract you from the incredible pull you still feel towards Eivor while passively avoiding her. Really, you weren’t actively trying to, but it was hard to say no when someone else seemed to pull you away into another conversation at just the right time.  

The rowdiness of all the drunk guests works to drown out your melancholy a superficial amount, but it only works so much until you feel like you need to breathe. 

It’s hard to find the words and form an excuse to dismiss yourself from the conversation you were ensconced with Valka and Randvi, at least until you spot Eivor walking over. 

You could only keep yourself from looking at her so much, from your eyes searching her out for so long. She caught you looking, and now your heart threatened to beat out of your chest like a war drum. 

Even from afar, she could read you with just a look. 

As if by some sort of fucked up serendipity, your phone starts to vibrate in your pocket, and you take it as a way to give yourself an out. 

You make your way towards the street after Randvi advises that the signal inside is terrible. Eivor gets to where you had just been sat, glancing at Randvi all confused after she watches you practically run away. 

Breathing doesn’t become any easier once you step outside. The air has become a little too cold, and it makes you keenly aware that your choice for a coat was not all that suitable for the weather. You also miss the call, but make no effort to call back. 

You don’t feel any better avoiding her.  You feel dirty, scurrying and escaping like a cat avoiding water in order to get away from Eivor. 

But the feeling of dread that pits in the bottom of your stomach just gets worse, and you don’t know how much longer you can keep avoiding her. Keep missing her. 

You hate how much you miss her, how much her comfort is the only one that can soothe the ache she caused, but you can’t lie to yourself either. 

There’s been many times during your time apart that you’ve ached to call her, to hear her raspy, piquant voice soothe your worries. To call her and try to come to a truce, that you wanted to go back to her, that you would’ve left everything behind to be with her.

She probably would’ve done the same, no, you know she would’ve done the same for you. But neither one of you could deal with the weight of the guilt, the shame of having yelled at each other. The two of you never did that before. 

Besides, she probably had someone else now. Even during your years together, she always seemed to ignore how people fawned over her. 

Though, you hadn’t been able to see how she’’d only ever had eyes for you. 

The sigh you release doesn’t make you feel any lighter. 

“Leaving so soon?”

The sound of her voice after not having heard it for so long makes you jump, and you whip around to look at her. You were hiding your phone like you had been doing something worthy of punishing. 

The pulsing takes over your ears, triggering a numb feeling that leaves you feeling weightless all over. It’s the same feeling you got when the two of you first met all those years ago. She still had that effect on you, taking your breath away with that smirk that always had you feeling some type of way. 

“I um...uh..” You can’t even find the words to say to her. You didn’t expect to interact with her on any level. 

Could you be any more ridiculous in front of an ex? 

“Randvi told me you were taking a phone call outside.” She says, shoving her hands into her pockets and shifting her weight from one foot to another. 

“Yeah uh..it was..it was work?” You awkwardly wave your phone before shucking it in your pocket, shivering for reasons other than the cold. 

Fuck if you knew if that’s what it really was, but you were trying damn hard to make it seem like you weren’t preoccupied about her the whole time. 

Eivor’s eyebrows shoot up and her eyes glint in curiosity. 

“How’s that going? Did they treat you alright over there?” 

You smile a little at her ever present thoughtfulness, “yeah, it was great.” There’s an awkward pause that leaves the two of you wondering what could be recovered from the ashes of what once was. 

There was a time where the breakup had come as a shock to a lot of your mutual friends, and for a time it was the only thing people could talk about. 

It didn’t help Eivor any. The breakup was equally as difficult on her. She didn’t have the heart to get rid of things the two of you had amassed over the course of the relationship, especially not the polaroids that had been littered about the home you two once shared or the pictures in her phone.

She regretted letting you go the second you had been forced to walk out of her life, and seeing you at the wedding had resurfaced a lot of unresolved feelings. 

Even though she felt elated seeing you again, she didn’t dare hope. 

You chuckle awkwardly at the poignant silence, picking at the cuticles of your nails—a part of you Eivor had known well once upon a time, and just sigh. 

She used to take your hands, and kiss the parts that hurt. She used to know how to mend the parts of you that needed healing.

To her credit, the small conversation that comes up isn’t too awkward since it wasn’t all that personal. There’s a chuckle here and a joke there, lulling the both of you into a false sense of security. 

It’s when she gives you that look, one that’s so natural to her, that it has you feeling nervous all over again.

Whether she’d meant to or not, it was the look she’d give you when she couldn’t verbally express how much she truly loved you with every fiber of her being. It’s always been an automatic, second nature thing for her to look at you like you hung up the moon and the stars. 

There’s a sigh that escapes her. A whisper of truce. 

That look that left you tingling all over with desire for her, a warmth suffusing all throughout your body. The love she possessed for you is clear in her eyes now as it was back then, before the fight. 

It was clear that she wasn’t really ready to let you go just yet, not when she had you right in front of her again after such a long time. She offers you an arm, nodding behind her. 

“Did you..want to go for a walk?” 

“Oh, I don’t—“

“I won’t keep you long, I promise.”

How can you say no with the way she’s looking at you like that? You felt your heart squeeze at the soft pleading in her voice. 

It feels like you’re melting under Eivor’s gaze, and just like that, you give her an easy smile and take a hold of the arm she offers. She hums pleasantly, keeping an easy and relaxed pace with you as the two of you are walking away from the party with no particular direction in mind. 

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The conversation and the silence in between you is easy, coming and going naturally as if no time had passed by at all. 

You caught each other up on what had been going on in your lives during the last year: Eivor finally settled back in London after travelling constantly for work, but still had a ways to go in unpacking all of her stuff from the suitcases. The only things she had bothered to set up again in the old apartment were the bare essentials, which didn’t surprise you in the slightest. That’s how it had been when you two had lived together. 

You’d brought color itself into her life. 

Neither of you really acknowledged how fucked up of a feeling it was for Eivor to have also left your once shared home, and have come back to it empty and alone with the bare bones of what you once had together. 

“Are you in town just for the wedding?” She asked after a while, adjusting her arm so you could loop your elbows together. She can’t help the smile that comes on when you naturally match your stride to hers and hold onto her just a little bit closer, fingers laced together. 

“Sort of.” You squeeze her arm slightly when the two of you momentarily acknowledge a dog being walked by their owner, “My work contract is actually done, and it coincided with Gunnar’s wedding so...yeah, might finally settle down here again.” Eivor feels her heart accelerate as fast as it drops when she hears your words. She stops walking entirely, oceanic eyes riddled with a slight panic.

Were you telling the truth? Were you officially back home now? Back to…her? Would you even want to be? What if you had moved on? 

Looking at her, you practically knew what Eivor was wanting to ask so badly. It was as obvious in her eyes and in her touch—the way she held your hand so carefully. The way she rubbed your skin with her calloused thumb had soothed the bubbling unease in your belly. 

“Would yo-” 

“Maybe we–” 

The both of you laugh awkwardly, and she motions for you to speak first. 

“I..would like to get to know you again, Eivor.” 

Eivor breathes softly. She can’t say that the words don’t hurt a little, but she forces her impatient nature to not rear its ugly head. 

She hadn’t even realized the both of you stopped walking, or how she’d let go of your hand. But you reached for her again, bringing her back from the insecurity that threatened to drag her under. 

“I think we owe each other that much, right? A clean slate.” You whisper to her, feeling your own heart tug a little when you notice her stormy eyes water up with tears. 

“You’ve always had more sense than me, anyway.” 

That makes you laugh a little, but still, you can see how she deflated she was from the hurt she undoubtedly felt. The dejection was written all over her face, shoulders sagging as she stood in front of you, loosely holding your hands. 

Eivor’s shoulders shake as she lets out a watery laugh. You don’t blame her for feeling the way she does. She’s used to fixing everything right away, and even now it’s hard for her to know that while you hadn’t rejected her outright, you didn’t take her back immediately. 

“Eivor…I-I need to settle, and I can’t lie – the wedding is bringing up a lot of things we shouldn’t talk about right now.” 

“I’d give anything in the world to have you come back to me.” She’s a little more hopeful this time, voice a little high from nerves, but receptive to your touch as she rests her forehead on yours, “Without you, I’ve lost my way a thousand times.” 

“We’ll come back to each other, Eivor. I promise.” Your own voice wavered a little as you grabbed her hands, “I just need time, please?” 

“Anything.” 

[canaidliafail]

mead & wine

kassandra x reader x eivor

College AU ( is anyone even surprised lmao ) CW: pure unedited filth

“I hope everyone happier than me dies”

“Hello?????”

Randvi said, pulling away from her book looking at you in astonishment. You rolled your eyes with a scoff and she smacked your arm hard causing you to flinch and pull away

“This is pathetic. YOU are pathetic”

“I don't know how you wanna handle your breakup but I just lost another job offer cause of her so I will stay bitter”

“Oh come on it wasn’t even that good of a job offer. Im telling you the best is yet to come”

you squinted and lowered your brows. she checked her phone and perked up at the row of messages popping up on her lockscreen. Randvi, the gorgeous and funny woman that she was, already had a new little fling going on with a girl majoring in film and she was hooked on her new found love having already long forgotten her rotten apple of an ex, Sigurd

A small smile rounded your cheeks and you rested your head on the palm of your hand waiting for her to type out her response. She put her phone back on the table and turned to look at you with a sheepish little grin and flushed cheeks

“Sorry, I’m listening I swear-“

“relax, I'm just happy to see you all giddy again. Is it going well?”

she nodded and bit her lip looking up in thought

“See I’ve had a crush on Valka for a while now…But couldn’t do anything about it…You know. Since I was already so long with Sigurd and I didn’t think my parents would be ok with me..Not being with a man but now…” her brows lifted up and her smile widened. You knew she had a clear visual of her new crush Valka as she spoke

“But the way they were so supportive and also Valka being so excited to take this somewhere its just…Its so perfect”

You rubbed her arm soothingly

“Im really happy for you. The Gods know you deserved someone who actually was present and willing to do things for you and with you and now you have someone this great, Im just really happy for you Randvi”

she nodded and then turned around to look at you

“Oh actually, We are having a gathering. We will watch a movie and play cards over at dormitory B with Valkas friends. You should join us. Would do you good to get out”

“Randvi I…” You started and looked down at your notebook. You crinkled the edge of the paper and chewed on the inside of your cheek. It had been two..maybe three months since you did anything remotely exciting that didn’t include work or studying. You had barely found a peace of mind with all the chaos that stormed your life and you weren’t sure you wanted to go outside your apartment yet

“Im sorry I’ll have to pass…”

Randvi got up and grabbed your notebook smacking your in the head

“HEY OUCH?! and second of all BITCH?!”

“You have rotted on your couch enough. The planks must have the shape of your ass at this point. Im not listening. You are coming tonight with me”

“Randvi I dont need a pick me up now-“

“yes you do and quite frankly your opinion doesn’t matter you moldy sack of starch”

“starch?”

“nothing better came to mind. Don’t dwell on that. Listen I have one last lecture and then Ill come by the apartment to pick up some clothes ok? We will get dressed up, We will look hot and we will have some good time”

you rolled your eyes and slumped further down in the bar stool

“whatever you say goes”

“Ay, There you go!”

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Kassandra was fed up with her roommate having yet another hangover from drinking too much the night before. Kass loved to drink, certainly not as much as Eivor but she could hold her own, however this was the second day she had to go all the way down to the cafeteria to ask for ice and buy crackers for Eivor to shove down her throat. Kassandra considered replacing ice with a fist. A punch could sober her up well enough no? Usually it was her roommate being the aggressive and impatient one however today's spectacle was ruining every plan she made for the night and she had enough of it.

She slammed the door shut behind her and hit the bottom of Eivors bunk bed

“Get up”

Eivor groaned and rolled around to look at the brunette who had a nasty grin ready to toss the bag of ice on the blondes head

“You owe me one today as well which makes…a lifetime of favors of me taking care of your sorry ass”

“wasn't my fault you shitface”

she went to bark but fell back on her elbows from the pounding headache making her ears ring

“My brother is depressed from his break up and he is insufferable without a glass of vodka”

“glass eivor? You chugged down half the bars menu”

“he was growing more painful every second and I had to adjust to the task at hand”

“alright. How about the new task at hand. Half the campus saw you on his story gyrating with another girl. Eivor you were in your sports bra and was about to take that off as well”

“what?!”

that woke her up fast enough and she shot out of the bed and grabbed Kass by her shirt

“what did you say?”

“nothing. This is too entertaining for me to intervene. Fate would be mad at me you know” she said with a pout and Eivor was about to start swinging while Kassandra easily dodged every loose punch thrown her way

“ante re malaka, I'm joking. I talked to Sigurd and he took it down. So I expect you to return the favor”

“Kassandra I-!”

“you’re welcome” she said and grabbed her cheeks squeezing hard and shaking her face before tossing her off balance and letting her fall back on the bed

“So, your brothers ex…Randvi?”

“yeah?”

“Aren’t you all meeting up at Valkas today to watch movies?”

Eivor grabbed a fistful of ice and buried your face in her palms to ease the pain as she hummed in agreement

“Randvi has a friend. A friend that I like and I asked for her to bring to your get together today and since Im YOUR friend you will bring me”

Eivor let out a long sigh and before she could speak she paused

“Wait, her friend? the short one?”

“she is your height”

“fuck off, you know who I mean. The one who dyes her hair regularly and is her roommate?”

“yeah her…why? No don’t tell me-“

“Yes I will I called dibs first”

They stared at each other for a long hard moment, neither of them sure of what to do or say. Neither of them had talked to you before. Partially due to the fact that you were really confusing to figure out on whether you were single or not and you had a tendency to vanish the second they were starting to get used to your presence in the local bars. Kassandra being ballsier and hornier asked Randvi straight out about you while Eivor seemed to be waiting to feel out the mood tonight at the get together.

“Ok listen “

“No you listen” Eivor interrupted and tossed the ice back in the plastic bag

“Ill take you there and we can just have fun. I don’t know if Randvi even managed to convince her to come but at the end of the day its up to her to choose between the two of us right?”

“yeah. No hard feelings if she ends up with you”

“likewise”

and that, was a fat stack of horseshit

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They walked down the halls to Valkas place

“nice pants. new?”

“no, had them buried in a pile in my closet. Hey aren’t you gonna catch a cold with the sleeveless top?”

“no I'm good. We will be indoors anyways”

Eivor wore baggy jeans that comfortably sat low on her hips showing her inked, sharp V lines and her hair was rebraided with new rings and stones. Kass wore a white tight top without a bra that outlined her chest in an awfully nice way with her nipple piercings shamelessly outlined through the thin fabric and if they weren’t so busy hating each others ego and guts they would have fucked each other in the elevator but currently their brain was muddy with the thought of you and how to win you over. To everyone around ,they looked like hyenas ready to pounce.

At the get together at first they only found Randvi, Valka and Ciara. Later Alexios -kass’ brothe- joined with his girlfriend and they tried not to let their sour mood show on their face. Kassandra did at least. Eivor was pouting and was rude and snappish to everybody. That was until you made an appearance walking through the door and greeting everybody without really looking at them and going straight to Randvi

“hey did you take my keys?”

“oh fuck I probably did cause I couldnt find my own” she said in faked surprise and Kass wnated to mentally high five the ging in that moment. She was a real one and she made a mental note to gift her a bottle of wine later that week

“Hey since you are here why don’t you stay over?”

“I dont know, I had a really long lecture and..”

“oh please do us the favor. I've been dying to meet randvis mysterious roommate” Kass intervened and walked up to you offering a hand in greeting. You looked up in genuine curiosity and there was an unmistakable lustful glint in your eyes

“do you now” you asked and turned your body to face the tall greek demigod - as described by Kassandra herself-

“You see a cute girl, you ask for her number. its the natural order of things” she teased and you chuckled looking to the side seemingly flustered before you attempted to hold eye contact for a little longer

“Who are you?”

“Kassandra. I’m”

“ooooh” you said and then cut yourself of regretting your reaction

“shit, didn't mean to make that expression out loud” you joked and Kass tried to laugh it off as well

shit

She didn’t like that oh. It meant you have heard of her from one of her past flings which she did try to end things on good terms. As good as ghosting someone after a one night stand could be at least. She was yanked back from a strong grip on her shoulder as Eivor stepped up to steal the spotlight

“Ease up on the girl Kass”

you turned to look at the norse and your demeanor changed in seconds

“Your braids- they are amazing. Is your hair this thick or are these extensions?” you asked and took a step sideways and towards her. Eivor subconsciously touched her braids pulling them to the front and showed them off proudly, bragging about their cultural meaning and you chimed in, perked up and eager to learn more.

Kassandra was leaning against the wall behind you having you trapped between their bodies in a way that sparked up a new idea in Kassandras filthy brain. Her eyes searched for Eivors and when they met she was sure that the same thought crossed their mind.

You looked awfully nice in the middle and the two mascs could certainly get used to such a sight

“You should come by our place. Eivor braided my hair once as well. She is skilled with her hands you know”

the brunette teased and run her fingers through your hair as if measuring the length

“If that's something you’d be into. It will take a few hours though”

she agreed and you looked behind you and then back to your front in realization of the position you were in. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other and hiked up your skirt a tad, discreetly as if to fix your outfit

“That sounds fun. I could compensate you for the effort by bringing coffee and my sunny personality”

“that sounds like a deal”

and before they could get comfortable with your presence you slipped out of the tight space they formed around you and in a smooth motion walked to the door

“Well then have fun tonight. Ill see you girls around”

and left the room. They stood there awkwardly refusing to make eye contact at how pathetic they probably looked to everyone around them. Valka let out a sigh

“Its ok you can leave”

And they both relaxed, tension leaving their bodies as they made their way to the door

“Ok ok cool cause like we-“

“Yes I know why you came. Goodnight”

The two women left in a hurry to catch up to you since you had conveniently forgotten to leave your ig handle or any other form of contact that they could reach you through.

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It happened fast and the first time the three of you found yourselves alone. As alone as one can be at a public library. In your defense it was after hours and there were maybe one or two other students at the east end of the room where there were desks with computers while you three sat at the far back of the library on the couches by the large windows. Kassandra had snuck in a bottle of wine bragging that an uncle of hers made it himself and what was supposed to be a group study turned into a sloppy make out session with you on all fours on the couch,hands flat on the velvet fabrics on each side of Eivors thighs who had a tight grip on your cheeks pulling you in to deepen the kiss.

Eivor was a good kisser. You never thought you could ever kiss someone and reach a near death-like orgasmic state. She had skill when her velvet tongue caressed yours and the way it folded over the walls in your mouth had you begging for more and moaning in the midst of it.

“Fuck this view is good”

Whispered Kass as she pressed her thumb against the wet patch forming on your underwear. She rubbed the spot around your clit and you flinched letting out a moan. She had bunched up your skirt around your waist enjoying the view of your ass.

She looked around and leaned back to check if anyone was coming to their spot.

While you were covered enough thanks to the tall bookshelves separating the sitting areas she wanted to make sure that this view would be reserved for them alone. Kassandra didn’t care about getting caught in the midst of an indecent act but she would be bothered if anyone else would get sight so easily of what she fought to get access to for a few months now.

She adjusted her position again, spreading her legs further away to get closer to you and Eivor broke contact in that moment

“Someone’s coming?”

“No we’re good”

And before you could ask about the situation Kass was back,stimulating every nerve ending and sense in your brain by pulling your bright red underwear to the side and swiping her thick fingers through your folds collecting the wetness and leaning in to taste it. Your moan was thankfully drowned by Eivors lips crashing against her while her hands worked their way beneath your top and started caressing your chest and brushing over your nipples teasing the spot. You took the initiative to move your hand to undo her heavy belt, the noise of the metallic clasp ringing in the empty halls.

By now, Kass was knuckle deep in your pussy fingering you at a steady pace, reminding you to keep your back arched for her while Eivor on the other hand held your head low on her crotch bearing her teeth in an attempt to be quiet while you ate her out diligently. Your hair that she spent hours accessorizing with stones and rings was a mess in her tight grip now. Her knuckles were white as she pushed you against her cunt to which you obliged with content eager to push your tongue deeper in her hole, loving her scent and taste and the way her thighs twitched and started to shake from the upcoming orgasm. You yourself were barely holding on with Kassandra mercilessly destroying your pussy and whispering filthy praises all the while.

Your knees gave out the second your orgasm washed over you and you sat back on the couch resting your head on Eivors thigh while she gently caressed your hair now. Kassandra took her time to fix up your clothes being terribly tender with every move as if she was holding a priceless artifact in her hands.

It didn’t end there. Of course it didn’t. Because once they felt out how smoothly everything rolled with you three they had to keep going. So you ended up in Dormitory C and the second the door closed behind you Kassandras was already pushing you on her bed impatiently trying to get out of her baggy jean overalls while Eivor opened her closet to get out her leather strap on. Kassandra, like the whore that she was, had been strapped before they even left the house and so the minute her pants came off she eased her way in between your thighs and reached for the lube in the drawer of her bed table.

They took turns fucking you and in that moment you had the epiphany that being a whore was the best choice you took that day.

“I don’t know who to choose, they are both hot”

“Then go with both of them, Be a whore” Randvi suggested with a wink and you took her advice to heart. She would be proud tomorrow when you told her of this night over coffee

Kassandra lost all sense of time and space and by the time you all were worn out it was 5 am. You were laying on their living rooms couch, a series you forgot the title of playing on their Tv. You were on Kassandras chest, your cheek against her soft breasts while her hands caressed your hair and lower,laid Eivor between your thighs, arms wrapped around your waist and head on your sternum with her face buried in your neck near the countless bite marks that they left.

Kassandra made plans to make you breakfast. Not that she knew how to cook but she could cut up a few fruits and maybe finally use that espresso machine that Eivor bought a few months ago. The next day however the only one in her lap was her roommate who once was awake was as distraught to see that you were nowhere around

“Did she just…leave?”

EIvor would have laughed at Kassandras face for finally being the one ghosted however this specific situation directly affected her as well since Eivor was also ditched

“No, I don't think so. Wait” Eivor stood up and walked over to the coffee table to see a note left by you.

I borrowed your hoodie. Ill wash it and tell Randvi to give it to you <3

“Are you fucking with me right now?!”

Kassandra walked over and smirked

“Oh thats hot”

“Are you fucked in the head ? Like are you actually dumb?” Eivor angrily yelled and Kassandra just kept laughing

“Oh come on. Don’t tell me that what she just pulled didn’t make her that much more attractive. I say we one up what we did last night and make her ours”

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Randvi was yelling at you for an hour half excited and half mad

“Why?! WHY?!” She held you by your shoulders shaking you like a rag doll and you just grinned refusing to take anything seriously

“Because Randvi I know the shit that they pull. Hell every girl they fucked around campus has being ghosted or cheated on or other shit. I had a good night but I don’t want to get attached”

Randvi frowned and seemed slightly let down. Hard to accept and harder to deny was the fact that indeed, Eivor and Kassandra had been leaving a series of broken hearts in their path however she could at least testify that Eivor did it because the blonde confessed to having a crush on you for a long time now and only fooled around with others until you were available.

“I think you should give it a shot. Can’t be worse than your last ex”

“No see it can because with them, sex was good”

And Randvi choked on her juice

No matter what grand plan you had to avoid getting entangled with them, The two were set on finding you and they did. Easily enough. You were drinking coffee at the cafeteria,headset on with a book in your head reading and enjoying your peaceful afternoon which they very excitedly ruined. Kassandra wrapped an arm around you sitting on the chair next to yours and Eivor pressed her palm against your lower back in greeting. You rested your headphones around your neck and looked at them

“Oh hi..ugh whats up”

Kass smirked and looked up at her roommate who licked her teeth as her smile widened. Her voice was dry, scratching that itch in your brain that made it awfully pleasing to listen to her speak and even better to hear her loud moans. Eivor caught the shift in your eyes and how the pupils seemed to dilate

“Someone is excited to see us”

“Bold” You remarked and leaned back against your bar stool your eyes going from Eivors blue to Kassandras hazelnut gaze

Why the hell not

You thought and decided to indulge them while they got comfortable around you. One thing led to another and you were yet again naked in the bathroom stall while they devoured every inch of your body.

Soon enough you found yourself more and more at their place and you would catch the way their body language changed and how they started using pet names more frequently with you. You didn’t dwell too much on that shift being someone who needed to be told things out right to understand them. You found out that according to them, you three had been dating for a month. The way you found out was at a party when a girl was hitting on you. You weren’t interested but when she asked if you were seeing anyone you told your version of truth which was

“No not really”

And word traveled fast at the party. So that night Eivor dragged you back to their apartment and had you choking on her strap while Kass pounded in you from behind

“Single huh? Is this how you get fucked when you are single then?!” She growled while you failed to see what she was angry about enjoying the delightful punishment that you were receiving

“So two ain’t enough for you? You need more people to fuck you?” Kassandra hissed while dizzy with the sight of your pussy stretched around her cock that glistened from your cum.

That night none of you were sure if someone was angry or horny or both and sat down to talk about whatever occurred at the party the next morning with coffee. You felt uncomfortable having such a serious conversation and when Kass asked

“So what are we?” You were convinced there was a glitch in the matrix. You couldn’t understand how you managed to make these two hang by every word coming out of your lips. Eivor was fidgeting with her cup while standing next to the window pretending not to care much. Kassandra had the same easy going smile but her knuckles were white from her clenched fists.

“I..Didn’t think you two considered us to be..like a thing I mean…You two are smart enough. I’m sure you know what they say about you two”

And kassandra flinched while eivor clenched her jaw

“No yeah we know but I figured since we…spent so much time together it meant something more” You nodded and found yourself melt at Kassandras visible vulnerability

“Didn’t it?”

You smiled and walked over to her gently holding her cheek in your hand and caressing the soft tan flesh. She relaxed in your touch

“I like what we three have going on. I wouldn’t mind if it were to become something more. No need to rush into anything though”

Eivor found the confidence to walk back towards you and face you

“No sure but…we want this” she exclaimed and you looked at them not believing what a turn your life had taken in less then a month.

“Alright then” you agreed and she relaxed leaning down to kiss you

“And sorry if I was a little rough with you last night”

You smiled in the kiss and shoved her face out of yours “You aren’t sorry at all” and she graced you with a wolfish grin that confirmed your statement.

•••

Im suffering with Kasseivor thoughts these days and you all should as well

[that-basic-simp]

The Wolf Kissed the Stars

Fem! Eivor x Fem! Reader CW: Blood WC: 1.1k+ A/N: Would you look at that. I found another strong woman to simp over. I've recently gotten into playing Assassin's Creed Valhalla just for Eivor.

"You sit and wait for her, why?" Randvi asked.

"What do you expect? We grew up together here. Much like her relationship with Sigurd, it is strong."

"And yet she does nothing with you when she returns."

"Randvi, you know how she is. Especially when she is after that brute."

She sighed, nodding her head.

"I fear my own doubts are flourishing and shining through. I apologize."

"No need to worry. Besides, I know how she is with Sigurd. He was there to save her when her mother and father were killed. They have an interesting bond. A strong one, no less."

Randvi nodded, "I do see that with her and my husband. But you should get some rest. Evior might not be coming home today."

I nodded and stood up, a black bear skin cloak hanging from my shoulders. A gift from Eivor whenever she went after Kjotve. Unfortunately, he slipped through her grasp once more.

"I do hope she is alright," I said as I walked back towards our shared house.

I don't know what Eivor and I were. We were friends, I know that. But there wasn't much from the friendship like how it was before. Sure she grew up wanting to fight and get revenge, but there would be softer times where her and I would lay in the snow and watch the stars. Of course as we got older, we got into different areas of interest. I still laid down in the snow or grass and watched the stars, calculating them and figuring them out. My love for the stars never faltered while I lie and wonder if Evior ever looks at the sky whenever she is not home. I tried to bring back that tradition, but she is never home for more than two nights before she sets back out.

As I lay, thinking of the stars, my mind wanders to the most recent night where Eivor and I were finally able to lay down and watch the stars. It wasn't recent as in a few weeks ago. It was a year ago. She has been away from home since and I sit by the dock every day in hope she returns safely to me. But that night, she was asleep, and actually getting the necessary sleep. It was when I knew that I wanted more from our friendship. I wanted more from her, but I feared with her being gone for so long that we could never do what I wanted. It's selfish, but I've wanted her ever since we were teenagers. Maybe it's too late.

I stepped onto the docks of Fornburg and found that most of the torches were burnt out. I let out a heavy breath as my hand from my side slowly moved away. A stinging sensation was running throughout my abdomen. I stumbled off the docks and fell onto the ground, red staining the white snow beneath. Slowly pushing myself upwards, I got to my feet and walked towards my house. I was about to step inside, but Randvi came out from the side.

"Randvi, you nearly scared the heavens out of me."

"She's been waiting for you. Where have you been?"

"Fighting."

"I can see," she eyed my hand.

"Is she home?"

"She's asleep."

"I shouldn't wake her."

"I don't think she'd mind. Besides, she really misses you."

Randvi disappeared and I opened the door, finding her asleep. I knelt beside her and rested a hand to her cheek.

"Y/N. Y/N? Y/N."

I blinked my eyes open and I was met with blue eyes as the fire crackled.

"Eivor?" I sat up. "I-Is that really you?"

I went to reach up to caress her cheek, but she grabbed my wrist and placed it on her cheek for me.

"It is, Y/N."

My eyes trailed down to her hand as there was blood seeping from the cracks.

"Eivor!"

"I need your help."

Eivor collapsed onto the ground and I immediately got to work. It was a struggle to get her on her bed, so I just put her on mine since it was closer. I stitched up the stab wound and let her rest. I smiled sadly to myself as I stood up and walked outside, letting the frigid winter air bite at my warm skin.

I sat down in the same place we used to watch the stars together. All of them were as bright as ever, dancing against the black lit sky like they were center stage of a performance. They danced beside one another and even went after their partners, yearning to be together. A tear slid down my cheek as I admired everything about them, but one caught my attention. Two stars, beside one another, destined to dance together, but forced to be apart. The one tries to reach for the other, but their dance partner leaves.

"This place."

I turned and found Eivor beside me.

"You should be resting."

"And so should you."

"Now you care about me, Eivor? You've been gone for a year."

"I apologize. A lot came up."

"Do you have any idea how much I missed you?"

"I have an inkling. You don't have to believe me on this, but I missed you as well. I even brought you a gift."

She placed something in my hand, concealing it before I could see it for myself. I opened my hand and found it was a necklace with a fire like gem stone in the center. It was in the shape of a constellation I told her about. It was my favorite one, too.

"Eivor," I picked my head up.

"I may have been away from home, but I never stop thinking about you."

"I-I don't know what to say."

"Then let me," she reached up and placed a hand on my cheek.

I could get lost in those blue eyes.

"Eivor," I whispered.

She leaned towards me and lightly placed her lips against mine. Oh how I yearned and fantasized this moment. And it was right here. In a place that I held so deeply in my heart. I happily kissed back, not wanting to let this moment slip by. I pulled away and our eyes fluttered open.

"I've missed you," she smiled.

For the first time in a long time, she smiled. And it made my heart soar, as I was the one who could make her genuinely smile like that.

"I've missed you, too. And thank you."

"For what?"

"The necklace. The kiss."

"It was about time I showed you how I felt about you."

"I felt this way about you for a long time."

"I know. I was just too afraid to say anything."

"The great Eivor Wolf-Kissed is too afraid of something! Someone call the poets they have to record this!"

Eivor laughed and playfully shoved me, "Try as they might. Unless they want their tongues ripped out."

"I wouldn't mind being that someone."

"Oh, I can do more than rip out your tongue."

I shoved her to the ground, straddling her waist.

"And what may that be, Wolf-Kissed?"

She smirked and swiftly changed positions, grabbing my wrists with one hand and putting them above my head.

"Try and you'll find out."

[vikingnerd793]

Checking in on my Eivor and Eivor X Randvi mutuals. How have you all been? Still playing ACV? Going to play it again soon? Writing fics? Creating art?

I know I post about Karlach and BG 3 a ton but I am very very much still a huge ACV/Eivor fan. In fact, when I am in a better place health wise I have to finish my tattoo and get Eivor added as the last piece.

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

saw your requests are open. If its not ignore this .

can u do AC Valhalla hytham x reader ? Maybe reader is evior sibling? And hytham is falling for them but is shy to confess . They fall in love and basim is like :

Amongst hidden ruins

I am so sorry for the long wait I was havig life and death situation with uni I didn't consider that would be there but I hope I can make it up to you by offering a 3 part slow burn?? Ya girl is trying I promise🙈🙉🙊

Pairing: Hytham x reader

Genre: fluff, awkward fluff, idiots in love

Warnings: none, except if you count me not knowing what im doing???

Note: Shy Hytham is canon to me, let he be nervous and giddy with his crush🤌❤️. Also, Basim with his wolf dad energy 100% supports his adopted son like "i teach you how to be an assassin, now i teach you how to rizz, boy" and Eivor finally can live through what Sigurd needed to, aka being the older sibling and they will quickly find out why Siggy has eyebags lmfaoo

Here's part 2

Being related to the leaders of the Raven Clan was not easy. Especially when it came to two battle-hardened brothers. From the dawn of your life, you had to have someone by your side to keep you from being "hurt." First came the cautionary orders of your father Styrbjörn, which you cannot remember unless it is from Tekla's evening stories. Taking in and raising a newborn baby with two troublemaker squirrels aged a lot on your fathers, even during the early winters of your lives. Then, as you were growing, Prince Sigurd's sense of duty began to surface, and who else could he begin directing, rebuking, and protecting than his youngest sibling. Most of your childhood thus consisted of tramping in your eldest brother's heels, holding his hand, and obeying when he forbade you something. And just when you thought your troubled years would cease to exist as you grew up, Eivor's pestration began.

"I'm just saying it doesn't hurt to call Randvi next time. More eyes see more, more blades cut more." Eivor continued as he dodged those who came across him, trying to catch up with you, who was trying to get rid of his brother with wide steps. You rolled your eyes grumbling as you picked up a bucket from the riverbank, heading towards the stables.

"Eivor, last time, I just went riding for an hour. To the neighboring fields. If you climbed up the top of the Longhouse you would have seen it!" You patted it over your shoulder as you trampled up the path of the settlement.

"Yes, but Tove reported that Saxon bandits are passing nearby lately and-" "Eivor, I don't need a nanny! I can defend myself. I might as well show you how good I am." You raised your voice a little harder than you wanted as you spun back, defiantly shouting into his face. Eivor backed up with wide open eyes, raising his arms to the surrender. 

"Hey, hey, you have no reason to yell at your brother, little one. I just want the best for you." Eivor's voice sounded suspiciously metallic, sarcastic. You knew he was almost certainly  taking your words half-heartedly.

"And if you want any good for yourself, you'd better shut your mouth before I stuff it with Gunnar's footcloth!" Your fingers and fists almost turned white from the effort you used to hold the bucket close to your chest – you had to concentrate very hard not to hit your brother's head with it.

"You talk like you have a chance to beat me." Eivor chuckled to himself in a pitiful grin.

"Listen here, you smartass, Sigurd entrusted you with the leadership of the Clan, not that some blister-headed—"

"I think it will be enough of spreading curses for today. Otherwise, Valka won't be able to make enough talismans for all of us if you keep going like this." In your big arguments, you didn't even notice that Randvi walked next to you. She looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe a retreat would be good.”

"But Randvi, don't you hear that Eivor runs to me at the slightest crack of a stick to see if I'm still alive? Can't you see that even though I've had the same training as him in our childhood, he acts like I'm a defenseless baby? " You turned to Randvi in desperation, not even paying attention to the water, whether it would stay in your bucket or not.

Your sister in law looked back at you with a pursed mouth. Please, be the more mature one. Reflected in her gaze.

Why do you always have to take the shortcut, for the sake of peace?

You nodded with an annoyed sigh.

"Alright." You grunted in agreement turning back to Eivor, but your flaming stare could have almost scorched him. "Next time I'll tell someone to come with me when I leave home. Okay?"

Eivor's face softened, his eyes sparkling with joy as he grinned in satisfaction.

"Perfect, little sister." He almost sang it as he straightened his back and walked off as if he had done his job well.

"I'll drown him in Tekla's beer one day, you'll see." You fumed at Randvi as you watched with narrowed eyes your brother’s leave.

Randvi laughed hearing this, and patted your shoulder. "Don't be so angry with him, he really only wants good for you." She said apologetically, voice full with kindness.

"His desire for good crushes me. He suffocates me with his fear. No one could live that way." You answered defiantly, speaking from your heart. When will the moment finally come when you can live your life for yourself and no one else?

You sighed dejectedly, then lifted the wooden bucket to your side again. "..I'd better reload this." You muttered, then waved goodbye to Randvi and turned back towards the water.

It seemed to be a long day ahead of you. 

That night you felt like all the joy had been drained from you. Despite the feast, time passed grimly. Despite the music, singing and celebration, you couldn't cheer up - the meat felt tasteless in your mouth.

Since what happened in the morning, you didn't even want to see your brother, specifically for that reason you went to the other side of the longhouse, where you won't even accidentally come under Eivor's watchful eye.

You wondered what you should do to make your brother's overbearing subside.

"Is this seat up to take?" A question came to you behind your back. At first it crossed your mind that it could just be Eivor, that he can't even leave you alone while eating, but then you realized that the voice asking the question sounded much softer than your brother's thunderous one. 

You turned around and found yourself facing Hytham's slender figure. ​He wore his usual white caftan, but now the hood did not cover his lush brown curls. In the darkness, the light of the fire showed a deep brown iris of warm honey, his skin golden from the dancing embers.

It was as if the summer night itself was standing before you.

"For you I am gladly saying yes." You smiled with relief, motioning for him to take the seat beside you.

With a chuckle Hytham took a seat beside you and as he was settling, his shoulder and elbow rubbed against yours.

"Oh, sorry!" He gasped in fright, immediately pulling away from you, offering a decent distance.

"Ah, don't even  worry about it." You waved it away, turning to him. "And what's new in the office? Have you found anything recently with… Eivor, that would advance your research?" You asked, leaning on your elbows.

Hytham shone a timid smile towards you, shaking his head.

"I'm afraid I can't give you exciting news, there haven't been any new leads for weeks. Eivor has been too busy lately, taking care of the clan's affairs with the surrounding allies, to be thinking about that right now."

Pursing your lips, you pondered; your attention falling on the beer mug in your hand, you didn't even have time to notice the warm, longing look with which Hytham stole a glance at you. 

You couldn't notice it - but Basim did; from across, beside the fire. 

"And if I helped instead of Eivor? Trust me, I'm just as good at tracking as he is!" It came out of your mouth suddenly. The thought that you could finally break away from the prohibitions of your brother, from the small life of the settlement, had an invigorating effect on your soul.

"Uh…well…I don't know." Hytham was suddenly speechless, fidgeting shyly, glancing around the hall. "I don't think your brother would be happy if I took you."

"Eivor would only be happy if I was sitting on the shelf in his room until Ragnarök." You rolled your eyes, poking at your brother in annoyance. "Please Hytham! I promise I'll be of use to you!" Leaning closer to him, you betted your eyelashes so sweetly, gazing up at him in the hope that his heart softens for your request. 

But Hytham's heart no longer needed cunning tricks to seduce him.

An indescribable force has drawn him to you since his arrival in the North. The man stood mesmerized by your beauty and as the months went by, as he got to know your pure soul, bright mind, and sharp tongue more and more, he grew a great passion for your person.

Young fierce love or it was a heart-wrenching, bittersweet yearning;  he didn't know yet – Hytham was only certain of this: that your nearness filled him with hope and happiness.

And that was enough for him.

"I— I can  Basim when he might not need my help, and if he releases me, we can go…if you really want to, of course." He agreed with a warm smile on his face.

Sheepishness filled you under his penetrating gaze –  your heart pounded, and slowly the heat of the fire seemed cold compared to the warmth of your skin, as you could only look at your mug while blushing.

When did the young man from the far east start to interest you? When did you notice his charming smile and delightful gaze? How many times have you melted by his eloquence, gentle speech, patience or care? Why did you feel you could never tell Hytham this, because of Eivor? That your brother would definitely stand in your way, even if only for a spark of happiness.

Perhaps better at rest; to live unchanged; as in shame and regret.

"So be it, Hytham." You agreed, now in a much more subdued tone. "If you have come to an agreement with Basim, please tell me immediately!" You promised him as he bowed in agreement.

Maybe you were given a chance for a way out after all. Maybe you'll finally manage to break free from your brother's wings. Maybe if you start on this unknown path, you can find yourself in someone else's arms.

[happilyobsessing]

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[sushis-brainrot]

Do you ship Oswald and Valdis?

What about the other characters in the game besides Basim and Eivor, Who do you ship them with?

I'm fine with Oswald and Valdis. 🤷 My feelings about them as a couple are pretty neutral. I think Oswald is the sweetest character, though, and I adore his friendship with Eivor 💕 And... Valdis makes me cackle every time I hear her talk....... her Danish accent is so thick it distracts me 🤣 But the two as a couple? Eh. As long as Oswald is happy I'm happy. :')

As for other ships, here's a list:

Eivor x Kassandra

Kassandra x Eivor x Basim

Eivor x Hytham

Basim x Eivor x Hytham

Eivor x Ubba

Eivor x Vili

Randvi x Sigurd

Erke x Stowe

Kassandra x Brasidas

Basim x Ali

Loki x Havi

Mostly... 'cause Havi uses SO MUCH of the Ragnarök DLC just pining and sighing about how much he misses Loki 🤣

It's so toxic, and my whole heart isn't in it... buuuuut.......

I think that's it? Maybe?

The true answer: I genuinely want Eivor to be able to kiss everyone.

[bagelvangr]

modern day au where Eivor and Randvi are travelling back home for the holidays

they are from different cities but have the same connecting flight and end up seated next to each other on the plane

Randvi obviously has the window seat because she checked in early and Eivor has to awkwardly take the middle seat, this will not be explained further

just like right now, there is an arctic system affecting flights. their flight ends up delayed from the gate, and then it taxis/holds on the tarmac for like 4-5 hours because de-icing and general weather conditions are making it really difficult for ALL flights

they get to know each other on the plane. Eivor's phone lost charge like 2 hours into the forevertaxi and Randvi had been reading some old Norse archeology book so they start talking. Eivor talks about and shows Randvi her tattoos and talks about living in Norway/Iceland/Faroe Islands/England/Ireland/Archeological flavour of your choice.

They find out they have a lot of mutual contacts and plan to meet up when they land.

The travelling situation is a mess and they have to navigate the airport with hundreds of other stranded travelers trying to figure out what to do with their cancelled flights. Randvi is distraught bc it's her first year in a while going back home and her sister (Thora ofc) just had a baby. Eivor is distraught bc a mentor and father figure of hers passed away (Svend) and she's concerned she won't make the funeral.

They spend literal hours in endless lines getting confusing information from a severely understaffed and overwhelmed 3am airport staff. Everyone around them (and themselves) are tired, hungry, thirsty, looking for a way to their destination.

They split briefly at first, but eventually find each other again to navigate the mess. It just makes more sense to stay in line together. One can stay in line and watch bags while the other uses the restroom, tries to find out what is happening in another line, tries to find food/drink, charges their phone. This of course leads them to exchanging their contact info so they can keep each other informed.

At some point Randvi gets super cold bc it's negative double digits and her coat is in her checked-in luggage. So of course Eivor gives her her jacket and says "it's fine, I run hot. Anyways, I'm wearing a flannel so technically I have layers too" -- totally normal gay behaviour.

Eventually, after 16 hours, they are delirious and swaying on their feet, but they manage to get a standby flight to where they're headed. They get food and drinks together once the shops are finally open and then head to their gate. Eivor, clearly shaking and on the verge of sleep deprived delirium, offers to stay awake while Randvi catches up on some sleep while they wait. Eivor says she will sleep on the flight.

Their first standby flight is a miss; but they're automatically rolled over to the next flight. Since it's still some hours away, Eivor does get some sleep and they both rest for a while.

There's a mutual unspoken fear of being put on separate flights since they are on standby and itching to get going, but luckily they make it on the same flight.

Seats are super limited though and they end up sitting separated from each other. Not that it matters too much bc all they end up doing is sleeping lol

When they land, there's a bit of debacle about how to find their luggage, and they end up chatting a bit more. This is when Eivor learns that Randvi was actually pretty close with Sigurd and Styrbjorn's family in general (details to be filled in on exactly what this is lol), and Randvi learns that Eivor is very good friends with Tove, who she is also good friends with, sharing mutual interest in ancient art.

So they learn they're going to the same neighbourhood, so they take a rideshare together. They actually solidify their plans to meet up later when Randvi learns Eivor is getting another tattoo and Randvi is giving research materials to Tove for referencing.

Eivor takes a genuine interest in it and offers to help on any expeditions or research sessions or trips if Randvi would like. Randvi learns Eivor has a boat and has enjoyed their time so far, and so they start planning regular expeditions around the North Sea, experiencing its lands and gifts together and witnessing the beauty of the northern lights regularly on Eivor's boat. :)

And for the 7292649391638th time, these two bitches fall in-love AGAIN

[sorentymn]

Wolf Song

Series Masterlist

Eivor Varinsdottir x femme reader

Disclaimer: Violence mentioned 18+

2k words

Chapter 3. Fornburg

The cold pool of her dreams embrace her. Nothingness wove together into a memory she’s always been fond of.

She's submerged, her head kept afloat with her eyes hovering just above the water watching the woman who saved her many winters ago. Her now mother is by the stream collecting her herbs and earthly delights as her cub waded in the pond.

They locked eyes, and her mother smiled—the subtle kind that does not appear often. She was a hard woman, and her gentleness was kept from the light. Only with that hard exterior can you survive the hardships of life and somewhere deep within the crevices of her slumbering state she recognizes her mother's rare appearance as an omen.

Her senses return in sluggish succession. First, a strong overwhelming scent of wet dirt, then distant voices saying nothing in particular, a cacophony of sounds blurring into each other just beyond...Then the pain. Her entire body felt as if she’d survived a rough fall, dull pain pulsed beneath her face aching terribly with every slight movement. Then the memories came.

Where the hell am I? 

Rúna was positioned against the corner, her wrist bound in rusted metal the linked chains hooked to a post. She turned slowly and winced at the pain from just about everywhere to observe her surroundings only to be met with a pair of eyes already staring back at her.

She, like her captor, has the bluest of eyes but they were much warmer than the roaring sea of that raven woman. Her auburn hair catches the leaked rays of light from the patterned vents painting her this radiant creature of colour and life, unlike her bleeding state.

“Good you’re awake,” she muttered more to herself than to her prisoner on the floor. She shifted slightly on the stool, her composure more befitting of a princess than an executioner or an interrogator.

“Where am I?” Rúna managed her voice barely audible from the lack of water for who knows how long.

“Fornburg'' She replied with hesitation like she wasn’t sure she was supposed to be speaking to her in the first place. Fornburg…the assassin tries to remember anything she’s heard of this place. If she recalls correctly, she is now in Jarl Styrbjorn’s domain. He's not known for brutality but diplomacy which is often frowned upon by the other Jarls but in her case, this might be a good sign. What else..something about fierce heirs and that’s about all she remembers. Curse her memory. 

Before she could muster up any more questions though, the door swung open by none other than the raven woman. She’s now without a large cloak but that did nothing to diminish the sheer size of her.

She spared a glance, her face unreadable before she turned to the red-haired woman “Randvi, I will take it from here.” the seated woman nodded before leaving with a puzzled look on her face. Rúna made note of her name, any information counts from here on. The seat is then replaced by a much more imposing character. 

“How are you liking your chains?” She asked mockingly and Rúna spat out a glob of blood. What do you think? Rúna angled her neck to look defiantly at the blonde woman through the slit of her bruised and swollen eyes.

“Who are you?” She’s got a bad feeling about this entire ordeal, she doesn’t know nearly enough to wriggle her way out of this in a way that may favour her. She will have to be as believable as she can about her innocence for whatever she stands accused of. She couldn't possibly be tortured for the service she provides, it's not uncommon these days, frowned upon but not uncommon. Perhaps it's not about that. It must be about the Saxon. Despite her position as the middle man, convincing her captor of her own innocence may not suffice. Even the right kind of showmanship may not do, honesty it seems is the only choice.

“I am called Rúna.” 

“Rúna what?” the blonde pressed. 

“Rúna of none, I never had the pleasure.” Though she was adopted later by a woman she cares very much for, she’d hate to let anyone utter her name in a less-than-honourable way.

Her captor’s face loosened but only for a brief moment, her features went back to ice cold almost immediately. Enemies or not, family is always a sore subject it seems. The assassin stared expectantly up at her, now that you have learned mine, you will give yours. The large woman only frowned and ignored her willing eyes. So, she tried again at her deductions screening the woman for a kind of detail, a pattern woven into her leather armour, a trinket or perhaps a pin of some kind; her eyes finally landed on a particularly decadent broach. An engraved thing of silver pinned on exposed fabric. Judging from its intricate details, she isn’t just any *Drengr...

“Now-” She plunges the handle of her axe onto the ground mere inches from her frail fingers which made her retract.

“You will do well to answer my questions or suffer fate worse than what you’ve subjected my friends to,” she laid down an ultimatum but Rúna did not phase. She was not planning to lie nor were those kills personal. If she wanted her friends spared they could have suggested a parley instead of hunting her like a dog for days on end.

“If this is about the Saxon-” she paused to cough, every word felt like it was grating her throat “I know nothing except what I was told to do.” her interrogator's face took on a strange shade.

“How do I know you won’t slit my throat after I tell you everything?'' The demand irritated her but was not unexpected. 

“You are hardly in any position to negotiate.” 

“Then too bad-” The end of her sentence was cut short with a hard punch across her face that made her groan. She shot back at the woman with vengeful eyes. Her already cracked lips now bleeding.

“I’m in no mood.” and she meant it by the force in that hit. The assassin spat again and this time a single tooth fell from her mouth, it sat there caked in blood and dirt on the ground and it made her feel pathetic.

That was when she swore she was going to strangle the woman the second the shackles came undone. 

“You expect me to believe you know nothing? A week you spent with that Bacraut, how did you not learn a thing?” Her captor was getting increasingly irritated. She went from something neutral to heated fairly quick but Rúna’s patience too was running thin. She felt that punch chafe at her resolve to be kind and cooperative. The tension between them could be cut with a knife. 

She wanted to tell her the truth but if she is intent on this approach, she will see that her prisoner's blood is just as hot as hers. If she was going to be beaten to the bone she’d have a swing for herself as well. The Drengr is clearly desperate for answers and she will get her fill of words.

"Clearly you've never had to toil, but if you're anything like me you will understand that discretion sells. If I went around spouting who gave me coin, what sort of a sellsword would I be?“ She made sure her tone was as grating as she could possibly manage. 

The woman let out something like a roar when she snapped. Clearly, Rúna wasn’t the only one with a short fuse. The anger in her eyes rose like a hellish storm as she shot out of her seat and grabbed Rúna by whatever was left of her tattered collar. “Do you know…what that Saxon did?” The assassin went rigid prepared to be struck at any moment but they never came, instead words, words she wished she could unhear.

“He traded in flesh, this demon was murdering innocents, digging up graves, stealing children from the nearby villages. Stealing our people..and selling their parts like cattle.” The raven woman’s eyes looked haunted, this is nothing like death on a battlefield, there is no glory in this only devastation. Rúna felt like throwing up, she always knew her patrons weren’t all good, despite her title she had lines she wouldn't cross. She's used to petty crime, collecting thieves the law couldn't manage with their men or even for revenge but selling people...To think she assisted a monster that could’ve sailed away thanks to her…

The guilt swelled quickly drowning her and she did her best to keep an icy exterior but only so much can be done in the face of this revelation “I…really didn’t know” She was regretting her tantrum, it was not senseless violence that the woman inflicted on her but it was because a great sense of urgency to uncover the extent of the Saxon's crimes.

Rúna immediately brought down some of the guards she held up. She now needed to convince herself as much as she had to convince her captor of her innocence. “I was at an alehouse a day from Vøringfossen, he was cloaked.” she paused to focus, ensuring every detail was as it was.

“He paid me lots of silver to get the Saxon to the main port back to England.” The large woman took in her words with eyes like knives hoping to pierce through.

“Is this all?” her voice was hollow and Rúna nodded, averting her eyes. She may be a killer for hire but she does choose. This Saxon’s crimes made her stomach churn. To think she’s implicated with a monster such as this makes her feel soaked in sin.

“I swear it.” time stopped as the tension compressed the air around them. The woman is reading her and by some miracle, the exchange was enough at least for the time. The woman’s hand sagged from her collar and she stood up, her body angled towards the door.

“Hey wait-” she reached for the Drengr but was yanked by the bounds, trapping her to the post. She rattled her cuffs loudly at the other woman with a demanding face.

“I promised I won’t slit your throat, not your freedom.” her words were cold and dead and although some part of her expected this outcome, it still angered her. 

“Bitch!” She cussed after her as she left for the door and closed it behind her without looking back. A moment after the door swung shut, her demeanour fell entirely. Guilt would be the least of it, her imagination seized her with hellish images of children screaming and the combination of shock and exhaustion forced her biles to the surface. She threw up in a pile of dirt close by and that pool of sick would accompany her for the next three days. 

It would be three days before she saw another living soul. She was left there shackled to a post, her wrists bruised from the many failed attempts to escape her bounds. At dawn on her third day she was awoken by a guard banging the wall just beside her head so loudly she shot awake. She felt an immense weight lift off her as the shackles came undone, but in her weakened state she fell back onto the floor. 

Having not eaten for several days she barely had the energy to stand, so the assassin was lifted by the wings to the threshold of the Fornburg she’d been listening to for the past few days of her incarceration.

“Where are we going?” she rasped at the guards carrying her but was only met with an uncaring look. The council must have decided what to do with her and judging by the direction she’s headed, perhaps her head won’t be lopped off after all.

She was granted a visit to the healer who looked her over with a stone face. Several women in the shack supported her by lifting her sagging body from the guards to be bathed and tended. The next hours we’re all painful stitches and salves, but heaven compared to a minute spent covered in mud and blood in isolation. She’ll remain alive, but for how long? 

Chapter 4.

[leofrith]

7, 19, 23 🩵😁

i see what you're trying to do here, parker, and by god you're gonna get it. 🤪

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

i don't hate hate her but randvi. it's gotta be randvi. i used to like her (and by extension, randivor) a lot more before having a few too many interactions with fans who act as if shipping eivor with anyone other than randvi (or, heaven forbid, a man) is tantamount to lesbophobia and misogyny. to which i say: please touch some fucking grass. valhalla is an rpg which gives you the option to romance characters of any gender, which means that just as you have every right to headcanon eivor as a lesbian, i have every right to think she's bisexual (and imo, the game supports her being bisexual anyway). obviously this doesn't apply to every randvi fan as i do still have friends within the fandom who love her, but the not insignificant number of randivor shippers who are incapable of being normal about bisexuals (namely, bisexual women in "straight-passing" relationships) has really soured the ship and her character for me to the point where i pretty much avoid content about them entirely.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

i hate that i very much still love dinluke, given that it has produced some of the most annoying people alive and i hate to be associated with [gestures vaguely] all that. not to sound like a gatekeeper but i was here first! i was here when it was still just a little crack ship! know your fucking herstory!!!

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

i wouldn't say it was unwilling so much as i was pretty neutral about eivor x hytham before you burrowed your way into my brain with your propoganda and now it's gotta be one of my favourite valhalla ships. the way they should have been canon, actually. 😭

send me a number!

[iinafarawaygalaxii]

Assassins Creed: Valhalla | One Shot

Eivor Varinsdottir x Vili Hemmingson

Twenty-Six & Counting

Summary: A year into her reign as Jarlskona, Eivor stands amidst the grandeur of Ravensthorpe, a far cry from her days as a simple raider. The convergence of dignitaries and well-wishers paints a portrait of a life she never imagined. But beneath the festive façade, a hint of melancholy lingers. For Eivor, celebrations of self have always been elusive, making this day a complex tapestry of joy and quiet introspection.

WC: 2.8k

Warnings: None. Just some fluff between our childhood sweethearts.

"Eivor!"

The orange-haired table maiden stood beside Eivor's bed, disappointment etched on her face as she rolled her eyes viewing the lifeless drengir in the deepest of sleeps, "Nine Realms," she muttered, tapping her foot impatiently but the Jarlskona remained unfazed, a warrior turned inanimate by the previous night's revelry in ale. "Eivor!" Randvi exclaimed, shoving her gently but still nothing... With a sigh, Randvi conceded defeat.

"Guess I'll handle it myself-"

She straightened her shoulders and strode from Eivor's room into the bustling hall of the longhouse already teeming with life and merriment as the arriving guests for Eivor's birthday celebration sipped on ale and snacked on the fruits of their labor. "Friends, family, allies-" She began, her voice ringing clear amidst the cheer. "Thank you for joining us on this momentous occasion. For lodging, please see Sunniva, who will guide you to your stay-"

Cheers erupted as guests from far and wide from Francia, Dublin, Isle of Sky, Vinland, and even their homeland of Norway – converged on Ravensthorpe. The city, built brick by brick, nail by nail, log by log... Instigated by Eivor and Sigurd themselves, finished by their clan that buzzed with excitement to hail her on such a glorious day for the amazing things she's done. Randvi took a deep breath and began the task of managing the influx. As morning bled into the noon, the drone of bees and birdsong filling the air. Guests huddled around fire pits all across Ravensthorpe, enjoying the afternoon before the evening feast. All the while, Randvi frantically welcomed new arrivals feeling her eyes darting towards Eivor's room every so often.

"Why is she still asleep?" She muttered in panic when a familiar voice rang out. Turning, she saw her ex-husband, Sigurd, pushing through the throng. "Have you seen Eivor?" He inquired, "King Ceowulf and Jarl Hemmingson will be here soon. She wouldn't want to miss that." He cast a proud gaze over their lively city, a reflection of his own satisfaction. "Still sleeping," Randvi confessed with a wry smile. "We may have overindulged last night..."

"We?"

Sigurd exclaimed pointing at himself as he gave Randvi the friendly reminder that it was Eivor and his ex wife that caused all commotion last night- starting with the ale house fights for their hand in marriage when it wasn't even a consideration in the first place. **'These women...'** Sigurd thought shaking his head as he heard the horns of King Ceowulf and Jarl Hemming's arrival. "Shit..." Sigurd said panning back to Eivor's room with no shuffled movements. "Wake her-Now!" Sigurd commanded as Randvi took off back to Eivor's rooms in anticipation.

"Eivor enough!"

Randvi flung through the doorway and stormed in finding the Jarlskona slumped on the edge of the bed- a groan escaping her lips as she clutched her head. "Gods above." Randvi muttered, the sight mirrored in Eivor's throbbing skull – a testament to the previous night's revelry. Even the legendary drengir couldn't resist the allure of spiced mead and ale. Randvi crossed her arms, a hint of amusement battling the urgency in her voice, "Five glorious hours, Eivor. Five. And all it took was the blaring horn of Vili Hemmingson to finally break your ale-induced slumber."

Eivor attempted to rise in her defense, but Randvi silenced her with a well-aimed tunic. "Get ready-" she declared. "Half of Europe is here to celebrate you. Make yourself… presentable, for Odin's sake." With that, Randvi swept out, leaving Eivor to her throbbing head and a growing sense of dread. The Jarlskona flopped back onto the bed, exhaustion warring with a dull ache behind her eyes. "Just let me sleep-" She mumbled, burying her face in the pillow as a hand instinctively went to her forehead. 'Wait… why is everyone here?' Then realization struck like a lightning bolt.

"Shit," she groaned, her memories flooding back. "It's my birthday."

-

Today was indeed her birthday- the sounds of laughter and merriment filtered through the walls, a jarring counterpoint to the turmoil simmering within her. A day that would’ve have been filled with joy, yet- a heavy weight settled in her chest casted a shadow of memories- the echo of past celebrations with her parents, their laughter and warmth... threatened to overwhelm her. Eivor reached, her fingers brushing the hilt of her hidden blade. A cold comfort and reminder of the harsh reality that had taken her parents from her. 'They wouldn't want to see me like this.' She thought turning her attention to the blank wall before her.

Pushing the weight of grief aside, she lifted her chin, a flicker of defiance in her steely gaze. Today may not be the joyous occasion it once was, but she wouldn't let the shadows win. She would celebrate, for her clan, for her Ravensthorpe, and for the memory of her parents who would have wanted her to be strong.

Clad in her clan colors, Eivor surveyed herself with a critical eye. The seafoam silk tunic felt cool and luxurious against her skin- the black belt and cotton pants in contrast to the silver strings bound together by golden beads dangling from her belt- a symbol of her jarlskona status as the servants wove matching metal through her hair. She adjusted her cuffs- the fabric brushing against her calloused fingers. "There," she murmured, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Presentable, at least."

Eivor gave a final nod to her servants, dismissing them with a silent gratitude. Alone in the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the coming celebration settling upon her. A choked whisper escaped her lips, "I miss you-" Her gaze drifted skyward, a silent plea to the gods where she imagined her parents watching. "-I only wish you were here..." Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back fiercely.

Today, she wouldn't let grief consume her.

She took a deep breath clenching her fists as a surge of determination replaced the sorrow, enabling her to leave the room. This wasn't just a celebration; it was a personal battle, a test of her strength. After all, It had been years since she last celebrated a birthday, given everything her and her clan went through. And even during those times was only accompanied by her brother and friends. This? Was a feast for their Jarlskona, their ally, their Hero of England and with a resolute stride, she walked from her bed to the war room, the pounding of her heart a war drum against her ribs when she paused behind the massive throne momentarily blocking her from view.

A flicker of doubt crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by a glint of defiance. She peeked around the corner, and the sight that took her breath away. The hall was a sea of cheering faces, a vibrant tapestry woven from her allies and friends. All of them from distant lands, here for her. Eivor's lips curved into a genuine smile, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and appreciation. It was as if a switch had been flipped. She took a step from behind the throne, then another and another. Her footsteps carried, from the metal clink of her boots, her beads and jewels- announcing her arrival hearing the hall fall silent. She scanned the room, eyes lowered with a grin and opened her warms "Welcome..." The room erupted in a thunderous, "SKAL!" as horns and helmets soared into the air- people surging forward, eager to embrace the Wolf-Kissed and begin the celebration of her birthday.

Tekla: "Aye, the mighty wolf-kissed was born this day 26 winters ago-"

Gunnar: "I was there yuh know. When she was born. Held her wee' body in my arms. Who would've known I was holding the future Jarl of Ravensclan! Ha Ha Ha"

Eivor, perched on the table and leaned forward, captivated by the rapt attention of the crowd telling tale of a youthful antics that had them roaring with laughter. The sound a balm for her weary soul. A genuine smile bloomed on her face, the first true happiness she'd felt in a long time as she suddenly heard footsteps approached from behind.

"There you are!"

Randvi exclaimed, a playful smile tugging at her lips with Sigurd trailing behind her- a hint of amusement in his eyes as he threw his arm around his sister and exclaimed, "We've been searching for you!" with a wide grin making Eivor suspicious as she raise a brow. They overlooked the crowd as Sigurd pulled her through, the buzzing civilians clapping her on the back on the way out of the longhouse taking her directly to-

"Vili??"

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Vili turned, his imposing figure accentuated against the golden sky and silhouette broader than before. Eivor's heart skipped a beat as she approached him, a grin curving on their lips. His beard, now a fuller and darker, clung to his sharp jawline with rugged charm- a richer frame to his face. Yet, it was the mischievous glint in his deep blue eyes, unchanged since their childhood, that truly stirred her. "Wolf-Kissed!" He opened his arms wide and brought her in for a bear hug, her arms wrapping snuggly around his neck that carried a tad longer than the common curtesy. She melted into his embrace, the familiar scent of pine and leather- a calming elixir and balm for her hugr.

For a moment, the world narrowed to the rhythm of their hearts. "Ahh- Happy Birthday." He sighed out, regretfully letting her down as Eivor cocked her head, her hands gently on his shoulders to get a close look at his beard. He studied her face feeling her fingers trace through the rough stubble of his jaw- her touch light and teasing. "You've let it grow," she vexed, her gaze locked on his. "My people say it makes me more striking." Vili replied, a hint of arrogance masking the vulnerability in his eyes for her approval. "Do you like it... Wolf-Kissed?" His voice was a husky purr, and Eivor felt a shiver run down her spine. She stepped back, their gazes locked, the promise of their shared secret hanging heavy in the air.

"Just reminds me of the time you wished for a beard of your own at the tender age of 12 winters..." Vili grinned, the memory painting his face with warmth as he chuckled. He recalled the sticky mess of sap and the clumps of sheep fur clinging stubbornly for days afterwards. Their laughter intertwined, a warm melody filling the crisp air. "Oh, hush now, Wolf-Kissed," He retorted, feigning offense. "That beard was a work of art! Besides-" He added with a mischievous glint, "-Winter's teeth bite deep in Snottingham, even for a Jarl. One must be..." He leaned closer, his hand gently cupping her chin, "...prepared." His whisper tickled her skin, and his eyes held hers for a stolen moment before he released her with a final wink.

"Ah so, in reality-" Eivor teased, her voice laced with playful challenge, "-you only braved the swan road to escape fickle English weather. Hardly the stuff of sagas, is it? Not like you were born amidst the howling blizzards of Norway." She folded her arms, swaying her hips with a subtle confidence that belied the suppressed grin tugging at her lips. Vili couldn't help but scoff, his cheeks warming beneath his beard. "Perhaps not," he conceded, his gaze locking with hers. "But even the fiercest drengir appreciates a warm hearth now and then- wouldn't you agree, Wolf-Kissed?"

Eivor felt a flutter in her chest at his words, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. She met his gaze, her own eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and something more. "A warm hearth... and good company-" she countered, her voice barely above a whisper. Vili stepped closer, the air between them crackling with unspoken desires. He reached out, his calloused hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Indeed," he murmured, his voice husky, "Good company is worth braving any storm for." Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. But before either could speak, Trygve's booming voice cut through the air, shattering the intimate spell. "My Lords! Your gift is ready." He declared, his enthusiasm oblivious to the charged atmosphere. Eivor blinked, reluctantly breaking the connection with Vili. "Come, wolf-kissed," He said, his voice regaining its usual playful jilt, "I have something for you."

As they approached the docks, Eivor's curiosity simmered in her like water to fire trying to withstand Vili's antics... The way he'd glanced back at her with that enticing grin, mirroring her own- only fueling her intrigue further. 'Arse-stick...' She thought with a chuckle. Her arms remaining folded as a subtle shield against the anticipation that danced in her chest as Vili strode confidently toward his sleek river steed—a longship docked among the others, awaiting its haul of gifts.

Crew members bustled about, unloading cargo, until a particularly ornate box, marked with bold strokes of blue and yellow paint, was presented directly to Vili. His grin widened, and Eivor felt a flutter in her stomach "Whats this?" She asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and anticipation, watching as Vili held the box in front of him and slowly lifted the lid. "For you, wolf-kissed." He said, his voice low and rich. Her eyes widened as he revealed the contents. It was a beautifully adorned axe. The handle was wrapped in her signature seafoam green—her clan colors—the hilt gleaming with gold, and the head was forged from pure iron with a razor-sharp steel edge.

Eivor's breath hitched. She gingerly took the axe from Vili, her fingers tracing the intricate raven etched into the grain of the weapon. Runes, symbols of power and protection- adorned the blade, their meanings a mystery she longed to unravel. She knew Vili must have spent countless hours explaining every detail to the blacksmith as a fiery warmth spread through her chest. Why would he go to such lengths for her? The question lingered in the air, unspoken but heavy with significance.

Eivor gently took the axe, her fingers grazing along the smooth cool metal of the hilt. She touched the edge, a whisper of a cut forming from even the gentlest touch as a bead of blood dripped down her finger "Deadly," She breathed, her voice hushed with awe. Vili's face bloomed into a smile that could melt glaciers as he watched her test the axe's balance, swinging it with practiced ease in an elegant dance- Pride radiated from him as his gaze fixed on the confident smile that blossomed on Eivor's face, a delicate blush coloring her cheeks with a grin wide enough to show her canines. With a final flourish, she halted abruptly, the axe coming to rest in its sheath at her belt with a satisfying click.

"I like it..."

Eivor's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and wonder. How could she ever repay him for something so meaningful, so perfectly crafted for her? Her gaze met his, and for a breathless moment, their eyes locked, the air between them thrumming with unspoken desires. Impulsively, she stepped forward, closing the distance between them. With a gentle touch, she cupped his cheek, her lips brushing against his skin in a tender kiss. "Thank you." She murmured, her voice husky with emotion.

She fell in love with the axe instantly, its beauty and power a reflection of her own strength. It was the perfect counterpart to her father's weapon, a symbol of her own legacy. "I don't know how to repay you for this, Vili." She admitted, her hand tracing the outline of the axe in its sheath. "I need only one thing from you." He said, his voice a low rumble as he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "That you get back in there-" he continued, his eyes sparkling with warmth, "-and have the feast of your life. It's not every day we turn 26."

A slow smile spread across Eivor's face. She understood now- Vili knew how she felt about grand celebrations. Birthdays were typically intimate affairs, shared with her closest confidants or not at all. This... this was different. Overwhelming, even. But Vili, in his own way, had found a remedy to sooth her hugr. '*So considerate'* She thought, her heart swelling with affection. She turned back to him, her eyes soft with gratitude.

"Come, Arse-Kisser." she teased, a playful lull returning to her voice. She reached out, her hand clasping his, and pulled him towards the longhouse, walking backwards so she could keep her eyes on him. "Let us celebrate." She declared, her voice ringing with newfound enthusiasm. She released his hand, flashing him a warm smile before disappearing into the hall together. Vili, momentarily stunned by her touch, following in her wake. The air crackled with a palpable tension, a delicious anticipation of what the night might hold. Two Jarls- childhood friends, and a simmering passion that threatened to ignite by their next touch. This was going to be a night neither of them would ever forget.

[krankittoeleven]

WIP Wordsearch Game

I was tagged by @softest-punk, thank you very much for the tag!

my words from SP are: taste, nose, right, book, and tea

"Taste" - from the Eivor/Ubba/Vili fic that I will finish eventually XD (Untitled) blood warning for this one

"Vili, we must continue with our plan," Eivor gently places his hand against Vili's chest, his armor still wet and sticky and warm with blood. The smell is still so strong he can almost taste it in his mouth. It is only a small consolation that none of the blood is Vili's, "or all of this will be in vain."

Vili takes a step back, but the blood remains on Eivor's hand all the same. He had thought that because it was the truth it was the right thing to say, but maybe he had been wrong. Maybe not all truths were worth saying.

"Don't wield my friend against me like a weapon, Eivor."

Vili sounds hurt more than he sounds angry, a sharp reminder of the years they had spent apart and the gaps that still needed filling.

"Nose" - Vili/Ubba (Water of Life)

“Bjorn used to call me runt,” Ubba says as their horses move unhurried along the road back to Hemthorpe. There is a very obvious mix of emotions in Ubba’s voice, his tone affectionate, but also irritated.

“Gods, how big was he to call you that?” Vili asks.

He’d never met Bjorn and the fates had seen to it that he never would. According to Ubba he’d died not long after they had arrived in England, but he is picturing a giant now, who else would call Ubba a runt?

“He was about your father’s size,” Ubba replies, still staring at the road ahead of them, but Vili can see the smirk creeping up on his face and crinkling his nose.

“Oh,” Vili says and then he is overtaken with laughter.

"Right" - Eivor/Vili Cowboy AU (The Ballad of Lonesome Gods)

"Is everyone alright?" Soma asks.

"Yeah," Eivor replies.

"Yes," says Randvi.

"Yup," Ivarr cackles.

"NO!" Vili shouts from the ground, the chains of his shackles clanking as he moves.

"Wait, who is that?" Soma asks as she moves to help Randvi tie up the Sheriff.

"Don't worry about him right n—"

"Hey, come on Eiv-—"

"Vili, just shut up for a minute, please."

Vili huffs but remains silent.

"Book" - from my Lovecraftian existential horror AU (Between the Real and the Unknown)

I dream of little books, their pages ripped from their bindings and scattered on the floor.  I dream of a key so tiny it gets lost in the palm of my hand.  I dream of gathering up the pages, crumbling them in my clenched fists, afraid I will lose the most important page of them all.  And I cry; because I should know what all of it means, but I cannot remember.

"Tea" - Alas, I am but a filthy American and I threw all of my tea into the Harbor. J/K I like tea but it is nowhere to be found in my WIPS at the moment.

I will tag @castielsangel-x, @akashadarkblade, @ainulindaelynn, @brasideios (if you want to when you are feeling better) @myriath, @vault-heck, @theinkandthesea , @erzsebetrosztoczy, @troublemakingrebel and anyone else that wants to!

Your words to find are: help, eye, sit, hair and touch.

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This story is a pure delight for me to write. It is self indulgent, and filled with sexy, smutty fun. Soft moments, and gentle moments. It is filled with painful realities and what I hope is a great modern-ish day story of love and growth. No matter how old you are. Randvi is a Book store owner who lives in Calgary. A Book-lesbian. So she is called. An ancient tormented soul drawn along lifes current path despite her wishes to just be left in a quieter timeline... that is until she meets

Eivor is an American who transplanted to Calgary. She is a very gifted doctor that specializes in children's reconstructive surgery, she is also a Vet from the Gulf War and is struggling to maintain work/life balance that permits her to do what she loves despite her PTSD.

Helping people. In this chapter we see some of her struggles with that work/life balance, and how they make her feel. And how they make her partner feel. Enjoy~ Art done by the gifted @pastelideas