#sigurd mention

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

If I were Arvis I wouldn't have just barbecued Sigurd I would have also marinated him in char siu sauce, wrapped him in a delicious slightly sweat dough, and steamed him in my ah-mah's wooden steamer. Sadly Arvis is white so he didn't think of that.

uhhhh

[bananabraiined]

He must be a pillar of hope and light.

[childrenofthesun77]

Were akira and tooru also orphans?

Mahiru never mentions maternal grandparents, at one point he realizes that when akira died his uncle also became alone and while it doesn't have to mean anything I did find it interesting that when they were still in school and tooru asked touma to come to his house to eat he said akira would cook for them and not their mother or father. When mahiru thinks about heroes always coming back smiling we saw a flashback of akira coming back after apparently leaving a very young mahiru in tooru's care, not with her parents.

The discussion at akira's funeral service also made it sound like the people were more extended family than close family? Where is the rest of the shirota family? Is it just them?

[corishadowfang]

Now that fallen stars is finished, is there anything you really wish you had gotten in there but didn’t have the chance to?

Off the top of my head, I wish I had explored the idea of a friendship between Sigurd and Skuld a little bit more. In the earliest chapters, I thought they might end up developing a connection over the fact that Brain is...not super open about his feelings (even with Skuld, someone he knows very well), and that they'd actually bond before Brain and Sigurd did. As the story progressed, though, they didn't end up getting that much screentime together, so that obviously didn't pan out. It's something that, if I could go back and edit, I'd kind of like to rework things to add it in. (Though I guess there's still room for them to bond post-canon, haha.)

[sharkstatic]

you!! show me your ocs (pretty please)

OFC <3 oh man where to even start

i have about 22 active ocs i rotate lmao about 10 of those have fully developed story/background/personality

these are all ones i dont think ive posted much or at all but these are some of my fav designs/concepts:

memphis honey- catboy extreme, magic user, very loose morals, carved those symbols into his own skin before his scheduled execution so that noone could bring him back once dead. once took over a cult in order to blow it up.

diamond- legally a tattoo artist for powerful demons that would usually heal up tattoos and piercings. illegally most other things. that collar is very literally keeping their head on.

sixgill- very very very old sixgill shark. she lives in the deep ocean and protects an ancient evil and also the ancient evil's baby son. 27 ft tall.

dishi- 7ft tall super buff spirit medium and compulsive liar. a romantic but has the worst taste in men youve ever seen. sees ghosts, demolition expert. this is specifically him while possessed which happens more often than hes comfortable with bc the Veil Is Thin around him, hes like personified halloween

fangfei- sir thats a whore ass bitch. cloud dragon. their style can be summed up with 'cheap and gold'. had to fight their twin to the death at an early age. mommy issues. doing coke in the bathroom about it.

:D they are all fantastic i love them ty for giving me an opportunity to spit them all out on here

[bayern-moni]

The unfiltered version of their first meeting with Eivor

Basim: Don't be a brat. I saw you rolling your eyes, young man.

Hytham: I know I did promise you in Constantinople that I'd indulge your thing for the Vikings, but Sigurd is so ... obnoxious. He never stops talking about himself and I'm pretty sure he has a crush on you, mentor.

Basim: You need to learn how to deal with men in love with the sound of their own voice if you want to survive in the Hidden Ones' ranks. Think of this as part of your training. So be nice and smile at Eivor and Sigurd.

Hytham: *sigh* I regret this already. So much.

[zefirart]

25!

25. Who is your favorite of the main twelve Emblems combat-wise?

Hmmm i think Marth for how much of a dodge master he made Alear which i find funny as hell when almost no one can ever hit her or Lyn because using astra storm from 2000 spaces away is very fun and soul healing, even better if you get rid of a whole ass life bar from a boss with it

[hqmillioncorn]

Playing with Fire

Ishgard was unbearably cold.  It made the sting of having no other choice than to hide out here until things mellowed out all the more aggravating. Babycorn had decided she didn’t want to stay in one place for too long, that place being the inn and had decided that a walk around the city would be fine.  At least, until she remembered that one of her worst fears was being seen by people she didn’t know. What were they staring at? Were they going to chase after her? Were they going to burn her hair again?  It was all a little too much. She needed a break. Both her and Cherrypit escaped the eyes of strangers, huddled in a strange place. A corpse sat next to them. It didn’t scare Babycorn too much. Corpses didn’t ever think she was a monster. They didn’t think much at all.  “Huh?” Something caught her eye. A strange shiny rock. Calling out to her.  Without even a second thought she picked it up. “What do you think, Cherry?” She held it down so her brother could get a good look at it too.” Cherrypit’s expert opinion was that it looked like it tasted like apples.  “Yeah. You’re probably right.” 

ffxiv write day 10: stable

trapped in not his own body again cherrypit goes and tries to find something in his and babycorns rooms thats making a weird noise and then he goes on a fun adventure yaaaaaay!!!

Cherrypit rummaged through more of Babycorn’s things. Hoping there was something in there that would quiet the weird ringing in his ears. Or be the cause of it.

The strange ringing had been going on for quite a few days now and even though Cherrypit assured everyone he was fine, that was far from the truth. Not only was the ringing bothering him, he just really missed Babycorn. 

Once again she had made the decision to sacrifice her own aether to help save the day. Which had the unfortunate consequence of sending her to sleep inside her own body and putting Cherrypit in her’s. This time was a little different than last time though, at least this time Cherrypit had the chance to agree to it.

“I’ll be brave! I promise!” 

That’s what Cherrypit hoped Babycorn heard when he nodded at her. Things weren’t going to be like last time when he was too scared to even sleep by himself. Cherrypit had to be brave, for her. 

Just as Cherrypit was about to give up and go play with Linnet and Pancake instead, he felt something sharp poke his finger. “Ow!!” He moved his hand out of the pile of things as fast as he could. “Ow…” Cherrypit really didn’t want to cry, even if there was no one around to see him. 

Cherrypit put his injured finger in his mouth, hoping that would make the pain go away. There was a weird metal taste in his mouth. It smelled familiar. 

Then something came tumbling out of Babycorn’s things. ���...Huh?” Cherrypit noticed something glowing right under him. It was glowing almost bright red, the ringing in his ears was getting a little louder than before. Almost like he was in a trance, Cherrypit reached towards the glowing object, grabbing it in his small hands. 

He held it up to get a closer look at it. When he did, he saw it for what it really was. 

A job stone, a particularly pointy one. At least when compared to their white mage stone. That one was so smooth that Cherrypit still mistook it for candy sometimes. 

Cherrypit moved the job stone around his hands. No way he could ever mistake this one for a candy. This stone looked more like a piece of meat. The ringing had finally stopped but Cherrypit still hadn’t noticed. There was just something about this strange thing in his hands that was making him feel strange…Like…Like…

“Like someone was standing right behind you?”

Cherrypit let out a loud gasp and without missing a beat he turned around, pointing his staff in the direction of the scary voice he had just heard. Though he had acted fast, the appearance of such a strange encounter in his and Babycorn’s room still took Cherrypit by surprise. Enough for Cherrypit to stumble and for the staff to fall out of his shaking hands. 

“No-!” Almost as if time was moving at a snail’s pace, Cherrypit watched in horror as his weapon hit the ground. He’d failed again. This was it. This was the reason why Babycorn had left again. Why that had to be the only choice that they could have made. 

He just wasn’t strong enough

Cherrypit closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable. 

There was no bother even asking for them to not hurt him. Cherrypit had seen first hand how those kinds of pleas would make the other person even angrier. The sounds of his own sister begging for her life were ingrained into his memories. Nothing of what she had said worked, the end still came.

If only Cherrypit had been…

“Stand up.” 

Despite everything in his mind telling him not to–Cherrypit opened his eyes and looked up. A very opposing figure stood above him, covered in dark armor and a sword at their back. A pair of almost glowing yellow eyes stared down at him. Normally one would be surprised to see a dark knight suddenly manifest into their home. 

But to Cherrypit, this was the best news he could have received. 

Other than his sister coming back of course.

Cherrypit leapt into the air, “Fray!!” He ran and hugged Fray’s leg as tight as he could. It had been so long since he had last seen them! Not since the first time they had visited Ishgard. That felt like so long ago. “Fray! Fray! Where did you go?” They must have been somewhere else that he and Babycorn hadn’t been.

Fray said nothing and simply bent down, petting Cherrypit on the head, ruffling his hair around. 

Butter opened the door with a smile, a plate full of freshly sliced fruit in his hands. “Cherry! I brought you a snack and I got a chocolate cake baking in the oven!” There was no way that Butter would ever dare leave Cherrypit to be sad all by himself. Especially after Babycorn had told him that she trusted him to help take care of him if anything ever happened to her. 

But that’s another story. 

Once the Butter entered the room he almost dropped his plate in shock. The room was an absolute mess. Papers thrown everywhere, huge claw marks scratched up every corner of the walls and broken shards of glass were littered all over the floor. 

To make matters worse, Cherrypit was nowhere to be seen.

This time Butter did drop his plate. There were far more important things to worry about right now than keeping things clean. Butter turned back to run out of the room as quickly as he could. 

‘Lunya! Lunya somethings wrong!"

Out in the middle of the Thanalan desert a rosy-cheeked youth stood alone, a large sword in his two little hands. 

Cherrypit looked up at Fray, excited about what they were going to do next. 

Fray had said something about helping Cherrypit get strong, even stronger than he was now. That way he could protect everyone and make sure that Babycorn would never have to leave ever again! After this training Cherrypit’s days of being all alone were going to be over!

Not that he was alone right now, cause Fray was here with him! 

It had proven almost impossible to separate Cherrypit from Fray, even when the latter had told him he needed to make the journey to Thanalan alone. Cherrypit had been a little afraid of going by himself but in the end he made it! 

“What next Fray?!” Cherrypit was jumping up and down in excitement. He swung the great sword in his hand from side to side with such ease it would make most people do a double take. 

Fray looked around, trying not to audibly squeal at how cute Cherrypit was being. “There!” they pointed somewhere in the distance. “I want you to show me how you defeat a monster.” Not that there was any question about how much collateral damage Cherrypit could do. “There should be something for you to kill over there.” 

Cherrypit nodded and ran ahead. Making sure to look back every few minutes or so to make sure Fray was still there, watching him. 

True to Fray’s words there had been a bunch of monsters here! What kind? Who knows! They were kinda lizard-like but Cherrypit never could learn the names of anything. 

He was only two-years-old! He could barely remember the letters of the alphabet sometimes! 

It was really easy to go and get rid of all the monsters Fray told him to get. Especially with the really big sword he found. All he had to do was swing it really hard and everything would slam down onto the ground. And stop moving. Forever. 

With his work all done, Cherrypit skipped to where Fray was waiting for him. 

It was a little strange. He couldn’t remember Fray telling him he was over there. It was just a feeling. 

True to Cherrypit’s feeling, Fray was standing there, arms crossed and waiting for him to get back. “Fray! I’m here!” Cherrypit waved over to them as if there were ever a chance for someone to miss him. “I did it! I did it! I gots rid of em’!” Cherrypit was still so small, too small to fully explain what he had done. 

Fray knelt down on one knee and wiped something off of Cherrypit’s cheek. 

“Good job! You’re covered in blood though so let’s get you cleaned up and we can go back home! Okay Cherry?” They pat Cherrypit on the head again. Underneath all their armor Cherrypit could feel Fray smiling at him. The same kind of smile his sister would give him when they finished a job. 

Cherrypit looked down at his clothes. The nice clothes that his sister had bought for him were drenched in red. 

Oh, is that what that was?

[catgirlkirigiri]

I need to stop caring about minor aj alphas because I SUCK at feral outfit design and I have to give them all clothes….

[kaivenom]

How the Vikings men would bath with you

Masterlist

Ivar the Boneless

It takes a lot to him to trust you enough to see him naked.

Due to his body, he is very self concious so previously to entering the bath, you need to be sure he will let you in.

It is sure to say this is one of his most vulnerable moments, always expecting you to run away or something.

You position yourself behind him and tun your fingers up and down his back.

Giving him massages and hugging him, trying to reasure him that you are not afraid.

Once he gets used to this time of intimacy, having baths together starts to be a more usual activity.

Ubbe Ragnarson

He got to you side and started rubbing your legs and chest with slow almost sensual motions.

Never breaking eye contact from you, even when is hand dissapeared underwater.

With a nod you invited him to join you and what started with his attempt to seduce you is now a relaxing tradition.

Your back against his chest, connecting fingers and talking about nothing and everything.

Feeling his heartbeat against you is beautiful and calming, he also feels safe while doing this with you.

Dark ambience, small candles iluminating the room.

Hvitserk Ragnarson

The first time he entered by accident and you give him the option to join, obviously he didn't refuse.

Then started to be more often, he judt likes to have you in front of him.

After his travels to Algeciras and the Mediterranean sea, he discovers the roman baths, aromatized soaps, etc.

He is like a child, sometimes splashing you while laughing.

But dont get It wrong, he always treats you like a princess.

Now, when you raid together, he always wanders around the town, trying to know if there is some roman baths or saunas.

Sigurd Ragnarson

I somehow think that he doesn't like to bath so the only way for him to get in water is with you.

He tries to stay as much as posible in the water while you wash his blonde hair but he just makes sarcastic comments, makes weird faces and that.

He tries to splash you like a revenge and you end up having a water bottle.

The only place he likes to be in water is on the lake, but ussually is to cold to be there so... big no.

Not even mentioning that in some particular ocasion he threw you there, obviously you pushed him after.

It's the most fun and risky one to bath with.

Bjorn Ironside

He obviously starts bathing a couple of minutes before you do, that's why you always tell him when you are going to do It.

He has this hope that bathing and spending this time with you will make you reward him.

Bathing in such a small place with such a man, you feel a little overwhelmed.

He doesn't tent to do anything but always wants you to rub and wash him, he finds it relaxing

[bananabraiined]

The horsemen trio of the dead.....

[freakbabyy]

soft universe - Eris Vanserra x Princess!Reader Chapter One

< prologue | chapter one | chapter two >

2.466k words

warnings: swearing, some mentions of neglect.

"This is Prythian/common tongue."

"This is Valhallian."

woohoo second part!!! thank you for the love on this so far, made my entire day so i HAD to update again today!!

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Story preview: Y/N Erling - youngest descendent to the King of Vallahan, not special, youngest of seven girls and four boys, and certainly not next in line to the throne. A kind soul, free-natured, always does what's asked. Content with spending the rest of her fae life taking care of her nieces and nephews while her elder siblings dealt with court dealings. That was until they drew up an agreement - her hand in exchange for their agreement to the treaty with Prythian. Enter Eris Vanserra - new high lord who did not want a wife, nor a mate. Can they work it out together - under pressure from a blood rite, a language barrier, a culture barrier, and Eris' unfortunate attempts at flirting.

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chapter one - hunger

Third Person

Y/N Erling was a lovely, ethereal, hardworking, loyal, and polite fae. However, she was also known as overly-gentle, meek, childish, capricious, and a pushover princess; something everyone had come to know her as. Vallahan was known to be aggressive, its people proud; something that wasn’t necessarily bad until they became greedy as well. Her parents, Gunjar and Sigurd, were just rulers – when they wanted to be - Y/N wasn't sure the same of their parenting.

After three children, they needn’t train their other children directly – and after seven children they barely acknowledged any after that. Her eldest siblings – twins – Helgi and Rolf, were born to take the throne, literally, Rolf born to take over the ruling position and Helgi born to be a diplomat. Next came Stellan who was born to be head of the kingsguard, never stopped training as a boy- even when he accidentally cut off his finger. The children after them were schooled, of course until they hit ten – and left Y/N, eleventh, to fend for herself – as much as you could in a castle in the side of a mountain. 

By the time Y/N was born, her eldest siblings were old enough to care for the younger ones – and by the time she became old enough to care for children, her siblings started families of their own. There was never a day without a babe in the castle in the mountain, and when asking her siblings for help – they were already grown enough to have their own jobs. It fell to Y/N to take over the role of nanny, abandoning her own goals and career paths for this, and she didn’t say no. Pushover, the citizens whispered. And they were right to an extent, at least Y/N believed them. 

When the time came for a treaty, and they couldn’t stall anymore, they thought to themselves, “What could we compromise, that we wouldn’t miss too dearly?”. Obviously, that was how we got to where we are now, Y/N Erling, standing in the grand hall alone. Suitcases packed, which was more of a singular large bag, handwoven it seemed with the utmost care. Waiting in the grand, cold, empty hall – all alone – for the only friend she has made that wasn’t a direct relative to her, before the resounding whoosh appeared. 

Y/N’s POV 

“Oh! Good morning, Princess!” The golden locks of The Morrigan bounced as she jumped, startled. “Are you ready? I’m sorry for my tardiness.” 

“Yes.” I cleared my throat, replying in my best Prythian. I nodded just to make sure the message was clear. Morrigan’s Valhalllian had gotten better – though her speech was formal still. “Ready.” 

“We can speak Valhallian if it makes you more comfortable, Y/N. I don’t mind,” The Morrigan slung my bag over her shoulders, and offered a hand for travel. 

“No,” I shook my head stubbornly, grasping her warm hand in mine, “No Vallahan there, The Morrigan” 

“Just Mor’s fine.” She smiled, “Have you said your goodbyes to your family? I don’t see anyone?” She motioned around, and I understood most of what she said, taking a minute to put it all together. 

“I goodbye.” I smiled in reassurance, before she grasped my hand tighter and winnowed us. 

The first thing I noticed other than the disorienting feeling, was that it smelled lovely wherever we were. When I opened my eyes, it was even more beautiful than I imagined as well. We were on a balcony of sorts overlooking the most beautiful city I had ever seen. It was big, bigger than any town I had seen before. I must have uttered a praise, as someone next to us cleared their throat. 

  “Thank you, and welcome, Princess.” The man greeted in perfect Valhallian, an even more formal dialect than Morrigan had. “I am the High Lord, Rhysand. This is my wife and High Lady, Feyre.” 

Training kicked in, and I immediately dropped to the ground, head to the stone floor and hands above my head, outstretched as far as I could. It was proper to address higher authority with a bow, and in front of me were proper heroes. Feyre Cursebreaker alone was enough to have me at the floor, and The High Lord of the Night Court at her side even more. 

“Oh!” I felt a pair of hands grasping my own, “Are you alright?” 

“It’s part of her culture,” The High Lord smiled a bit, bowing his own head to me, “It’s a sign of respect, you bow at someone of higher respect, the lower the more respect.”  

“She did the same for me, I thought she had fainted when we first met.” Morrigan spoke up, resting a hand on my shoulder. “And then again the next time she did it.” 

I was not expecting Rhysand to bent at the waist, dipping his head in my direction. I returned it, grateful for the respect – but not expecting it. I was even less prepared for the High Lady, Feyre Cursebreaker, dropping to the floor at my feet, hands outstretched and forehead to the ground. I scrambled to the ground when I had realized, too mortified to react at first. 

“No, not me, not for me!” I helped her up, and she smiled wide, showing her teeth. 

“Yes, for you! I respect you, even more for doing this – for all of us. For our futures.” She held my hands in her own delicate ones. I bowed my head to her at this, understanding most of what she had said, but knew she meant it at the emotion in her eyes. 

“Thank you.” I replied, peering behind them at the house, “Castle in Sky.” 

Morrigan laughed at that, grabbing my bag again, before opening the door to the side for us, 

“I keep telling Rhysand this is a castle, he always insists it isn’t.” I followed, taking in the large lounge area we had walked into. 

“Ah, are you up for company?” Rhysand questioned, hand on an adjoining door. 

“Yes,” I replied, watching Morrigan lounge on a red chair off to the side, Feyre doing the same opposite of her. 

“Then may I introduce my inner circle,” Rhysand opened the door, through it seemed to be a dining area, which held a good amount of people, each coming in a single file and lounging as the rest had. “Please introduce yourselves,” 

“Pleasure to meet you, Princess, I am the emissary of the Night Court, Lucien. We’ve met in a brief meeting before,” He was leaning against the window, as though he preferred the view over sitting. 

“Yes, eyeball!” I clasped my hand over my mouth, glowing red at how my filter had seemingly been left at home. “I am so sorry, my body!” I grew frustrated, not remembering the correct word to say. 

“We had just done her anatomy word lesson that day, when you stopped in to say hello.” Morrigan fixed for me, emphasizing the word anatomy. “She finally remembered the word for eyeball because she thought of you when you visited,” 

“Well, my honor for helping you learn.” He smiled, not mad at the implications clearly. He looked to who was sitting closest to him, a female with the same face as Feyre. 

“I am Nesta, and this is Elain. We are Feyre’s sisters.” She motioned to the girl opposite of her, Nesta in dark clothing, and Elain wearing a lovely dress. “I hear you have siblings, too.” 

“Ah, ten.” 

“TEN?” The male across the room spoke, with long hair, when he next spoke, he held up all his fingers, “As in?” 

“Ten, yes. Four boys, six girls. Older.” I listed them by the fingers on my hand, “Two - Helgi and Rolf, Stellan, Marcus, Two – Vidia and Viola, Cedric, Two – Agatha and Clare, Beatriz, and then me.” 

“Two?” 

“Twins.” Morrigan answered the male again at his question, and I had noted that word in my mind for two, or the same? I'd have to ask later.

“Here I thought two sisters were a handful,” Nesta spoke, letting out a breath, “I’m never having that many kids.” 

“Well, I have no others that share my blood, and happy about it – more jewelry for me.” The female with a goblet had spoken up from beside the gowned sister, Elain, “Amren.”  

I fell to the ground again, at the name. My forehead sore from the quickness I had done it at, knocking my head against the wooden floors. 

“What happened?”  

“Amren, you killed her!” 

“All I did was look at her!” 

“Did she faint?” 

“She’s not dead, you idiot.” Morrigan grabbed my arms again, “We seriously have to work on this, or at least get you a helmet.” 

“It’s how her culture shows respect, the lower the bow the greater respect – usually to authority figures or in this case, powerful ones.” Rhysand explained, pouring more wine in his own glass, seated beside Feyre. 

“Interesting. Maybe we should implement this for all of Prythian, because I feel powerful.” Amren smirked, but before moving on, bowed back the tiniest bit, drinking from her goblet. 

“Well, you already know Feyre, Rhys and I, next!” Morrigan gestured to the remaining members, two males. The one who kept speaking earlier, and the one who has yet to speak. 

“Afraid I’m not as powerful as Amren here, but I might come a close second,” The long haired one grinned, putting his hand out towards me, and holding it. “General Cassian,” I stared at his hand, then back at him, to bow. 

“Ah, you shake it. It’s how we greet people here sometimes.” Cassian clarified, as I grasped the top of his fingers, and bringing his hand up and down, smiling more. “Uh, sure, good enough.”  

“Thank you for teaching me, Lord Cassian.” A sound of choking came from across the room, we all turned to Morrigan, dabbing wine from her shirt and mouth.

“Sorry, that was just the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

Moving on, I turned to the last remaining male, finally noting that they held wings. Looking back and forth between the two, pointing at them, 

“Ah! Dark butterfly!” I turned to Morrigan, excitedly pointing, recognizing them from the book we had been working through, a children's one, but we had almost finished it. The rest were highly amused at my exclamation, the two-winged males standing, awestruck. 

“Yes, that’s... That’s right, but the proper word is ‘Bat’. Bat wings, if we were to be specific.” 

“Ah, bat.” I tested the word, finding it tickling the tip of my tongue at the syllables. “Nice to greet you.” 

“Thank you for that, truly, I’ll never forget to call Cassian that again. My name is Azriel. We’ve met as well.” 

“Yes, the tiny people.” I motioned to his feet, the dark mist already formed since his entrance. “Hello, tiny people.”  

“They say it back.” Azriel smirked a bit, the shadows seemingly liking this new person, who acknowledges them. 

“They talk?” Elain questioned, glancing around, everyone almost having the same reaction, curiosity. 

“They do, to shadowsingers-” Cassian cut his brother off, to his displeasure. 

“You’re a shadowsinger?” 

“No,”  

“Do you have a gift?” Amren wondered, I quickly took off my rings, and presented them to the silver eyed fae, on my knees to properly present it.

“Yes,” 

“No! Amren! Give those back- She means if you have powers.” Amren went to hand it back, though I pushed her hands away, refusing them back. She looked better with them anyway. 

“Ah, yes!” 

“What is it?” 

“Oh, no.” 

“So you don’t have a power?” 

“She does,” Morrigan glanced to Rhysand, apparently, she hadn’t told anyone as no one has removed the curious look from their faces. “She doesn’t know how to say what it is, and to be honest we aren’t sure how exactly it works, but she calls it Blóð.” 

“Bl-oof?”  

“Ah, Blóð!” I nodded, the pronunciation being correct and nodded at Feyre, who smiled back. 

“So, what we know – is that if her blood comes in contact with yours, she can utilize some of your power.” Morrigan motioned to Azriel, “Azriel showed up one time when I was in Vallahan, needing some stitches on his back, and I was with Y/N that day – she helped me stitch him up, and had a papercut earlier-” 

“The next thing I knew, was that my shadows were talking – but not to me.” Azriel finished, “It only lasted for about an hour, and then she said she couldn’t hear them anymore. But she still likes to talk to them.” 

“This is huge,” Amren spoke, “Who knows what she could really do? Does her family know?” 

“They think I have normal family power,” I tried to explain why, but didn’t know the complicated words yet, wishing I had a quill and paper. “I came in different from my siblings,” Both items I wished for appeared on the table in front of where I sat on the floor, “Oh, Magic!” 

I gladly took them, sketching out my family tree, leaving a lot of empty branches in between my siblings and I, and held it up for them to see, 

“My mother had seventeen babies, and only ten survived.” I pointed to the names, demonstrating to the other empty slots. 

“But you have ten siblings, so eleven survived?” Feyre pointed out, and I smiled, 

“No, ten survived. I was born and did not cry, I was uh, This color!” I pointed to Lucien’s tunic, a pale sad color, “But suddenly a wave went through the entire continent, and when it happened, I was crying. This shake made me live, after two hours of no heart.” 

“When did this happen? This shake? Wait a minute, how old are you?” Nesta had demanded, looking at Rhysand as if he were a cradle robber. 

“Ah, twenty-three years ago. The treaty talks began on my second birthday.” 

“Wait! But,” Nesta spoke again, eyes darting to her sisters and the High Lord, “That’s when-” 

“That’s when the cauldron came alive again, became whole. The cauldron brought you alive?” Feyre spoke, eyes set with something I couldn’t figure out. 

“I don’t know, I never learned.” I sat once more, besides Morrigan this time, who began explaining. She became a sort of expert on me the past month. 

“She was never taught like her siblings, things of the war picked up and they didn’t deem it necessary. Unless they didn’t want her to find out? I truly don’t know.” 

“My siblings always called me special, called me blessed – but different from everyone else.” I recalled Vidia, secretly my favorite sister and best friend who sometimes read me books. 

“Y/N, this isn’t normal, you’re cauldron born.” Rhysand spoke, calculating look in his eyes, “You’re made. Like Feyre, like Nesta and Elain.” 

“Oh twins!” I tried to incorporate my learning from today to the talk, but it was the last thing I remembered before the world turned black. 

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Lagertha

Lagertha (also spelt Lathgertha or Ladgerda) is a legendary Viking shieldmaiden known from Saxo Grammaticus' early 13th-century CE Gesta Danorum. In this work, written in Latin and concerning Danish history, she is the first wife of Ragnar Lothbrok, a legendary Viking king said to have lived during the 9th century CE. Contrasting with the prominent role Lagertha plays in the ongoing Vikings TV series, where she is portrayed by Katheryn Winnick, the Gesta Danorum is the only historical source that even mentions her and ties her in with the more broadly-known Ragnar mythos, making her more of a footnote within his legend rather than a core element. She makes for a bold footnote, though, and an interesting character in her own right; brave and skilled, she is twice responsible for ensuring victory for Ragnar in battle. Although classical concepts of Amazons underlie Saxo's warrior women, his stories are rooted in the Old Norse traditions known from medieval Icelandic literature. Specifically, Lagertha herself may have been inspired by the Norse goddess Thorgerd, local to Hálogaland, Norway.

The Gesta Danorum

Saxo sets the stage for Ragnar and Lagertha's meeting by describing how the Swedish King Frø has slain Siward, King of the Norwegians, who was Ragnar's grandfather, and has publically humiliated Siward's female family members by putting them in a brothel. Ragnar, having just succeeded his father Siward Ring (Sigurd Hring or Ring in other Ragnar stories) to the throne of Jutland in Denmark, hears of this and is obviously not pleased. Coming to Norway with vengeance on his mind, Ragnar is met at his camp by some of the women who had been scorned, dressed up in male attire and ready to join him to hunt down the Swedish king. In the ensuing successful battle, it is one maiden in particular who stands out to Ragnar; he even goes so far as to attribute the victory to her might alone. This is, of course, Lagertha, who is described by Saxo as

…a skilled amazon, who, though a maiden, had the courage of a man, and fought in front among the bravest with her hair loose over her shoulders. All marvelled at her matchless deeds, for her locks flying down her back betrayed that she was a woman. (IX).

As if the fighting skills of the legendary warrior were not enough to set Ragnar's heart aflame, he also hears she is of noble birth, so he instantly starts courting her long-distance by sending messages to her home. Saxo tells of Lagertha feigning interest and basically leading Ragnar on while she sets up an advanced defence system around her house in the Gaulardal valley (in present-day Norway): a bear and a dog stand guard on her porch, ready to tear her would-be lover to pieces. When Ragnar travels to her home thinking he is in for an easy win, he meets the guardians who – although a surprise to him – prove no match and fall to his legendary skills, one speared and one strangled to death. Lagertha becomes Ragnar's prize, and in their subsequent marriage, they have two unnamed daughters as well as a son, Fridleif.

Three peaceful years Ragnar spends in Norway before unrest in his own Danish kingdom calls him back there. At this point, Saxo's account turns to more familiar waters when it comes to the Ragnar legend. He introduces King Herodd of Sweden – known from the main source on Ragnar, The Saga of Ragnar Lothbrok, as Herruð, jarl of Götaland in Sweden – whose daughter Thora has been raising a bunch of snakes who grow out of control. Herodd offers his daughter's hand to whoever can rid them of their slight problem, and Ragnar,

…changing his love and desiring Thora (…), divorced himself from Ladgerda; for he thought ill of her trustworthiness, remembering that she had long ago set the most savage beasts to destroy him. (IX).

He fashions the characteristic hairy trousers that give him his epithet (Loðbrók means shaggy- or hairy breeches), leaves his son Fridleif in charge of his men and goes to fight the snakes alone. Afterwards, his mission fulfilled, he marries Thora.

Thora is a well-known, core element in the various Ragnar stories, and Lagertha here thus features in a sort of prologue. However, this is not the end of her involvement in the story as laid out by Saxo. She remarries and is later asked by Ragnar for aid in his squabbles in his homelands. Not only does Lagertha agree to this and offer 120 ships "to the man who had once put her away" (IX), she herself once again plays a decisive role in the battle. When hope is wavering, Ragnar's son Siward is wounded, and all seems to be lost, Lagertha turns the tide:

Ladgerda, who had a matchless spirit though a delicate frame, covered by her splendid bravery the inclination of the soldiers to waver. For she made a sally about, and flew round to the rear of the enemy, taking them unawares, and thus turned the panic of her friends into the camp of the enemy. At last the lines of Harald became slack, and Harald himself was routed with a great slaughter of his men. (IX).

Saxo ends Lagertha's character arc on a brutal note. He states that when she came home after the battle, she murdered her husband with a spear-head that she had hidden in her dress, usurped his name and began ruling in his stead. For this episode, she is denounced by him as a "most presumptuous dame" (IX).

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Where Am I?*Part Three

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn

Word count: 1482

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

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You weren’t too sure what to expect when Ragnar said they would show you hospitality, but this was definitely something alright. You’d been given a dress that fit into the time period a bit better and made you stick out less than you had before. well, that was if you ignored the fact your hair was completely different from everyone else and everyone, but the Ragnarsson’s took at least three steps back whenever you approached.

When his brothers realised Ivar had been sneaking in to talk to you their protests began, “That’s not fair!”

“Why didn’t you tell us she could understand us?”

“Why did she talk to you and not us?”

You didn’t even feel the need to mention he’d bribed you with food. Ivar was good enough at arguing for himself. meanwhile as they bickered at the dinner table Bjorn sat at the other end staring at you the whole time. it defiantly wasn’t completely unsettling. Ragnar meanwhile was asking you a million questions you didn’t know how to answer.

“So how does a lighter work?”

“A spark happens when you press down and lights the gas,” you tried to explain while you ate your stew.

Ragnar nodded as he thought it over, “I think I understand. But what is a gas?”

“Uh…”  you said but Bjorn cut you off, effectively silencing everyone at the same time.

“How do we know you’re not a witch?” he said making Ivar roll his eyes and for once Ubbe and Ivar seemed to agree with something.

“If she was a witch surely, she would’ve escaped by now?” Ubbe sighed.

“Besides,” Hvitserk said, cheeks pink from his fourth glass of mead, “She’s far too pretty to be a witch,” he said, throwing a wink your way making your own cheeks heat up. The way Ivar glared at Hvitserk though put you on edge.

It was Sigurd turn to roll his eyes at his brother, “You’re a pig. And besides she hasn’t done anything. How do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?”

“If anyone is going to do that it will be Ivar,” Ubbe said so nonchalantly you felt your jaw drop.

Especially when Ivar chimed in, “This is true,”

You could see the growing annoyance on Bjorn’s face as his younger brothers had their petty fights, something you would soon have to get used to. Clearly Aslaug was used to it however as she sank more into her wine. You had to admit the wine at least was nice. “I don’t know how I can earn your trust Bjorn, but I swear on my life I didn’t come to hurt anyone,”

You half expected him to laugh or roll his eyes at you but instead he cocked his head to the side, “Who told you, my name?”

You watched as everyone paused what they were doing to turn to look at you. “How did you know any of our names?” Sigurd asked.

You debated lying, saying Ivar told you but you didn’t feel like that was a good hole to dig. Instead, you swallowed hard, “Well everyone knows your name. you’re Bjorn ironside. Son of Ragnar. The Ragnarssons are famous,” you tried to say it nonchalantly while being very aware each one of them had a knife or axe.

However, flattery seemed to work, “And me as well?” Ragnar asked, a spark behind his eyes, “After all I am Ragnar Lodbrok,” he said making his sons all roll their eyes.

“Well of course. there are legends about you. they write tv shows about your lives,”

They all seemed so proud of themselves, even Aslaug had a smile behind her cup. You felt satisfied with your excuse until Bjorn asked, “What is a tv show?”

“Uh…”

-

Later that night Ivar showed you to a room that looked far less like a prison than the one you’d been in before. “We’ve got your-whatever these are,” Ubbe said as he and Sigurd walked into the room with a bag each and Hvitserk came in behind them with a flagon of wine.

“They’re just bags,” you said as you took them and moved to sit on the makeshift bed they had.

Privacy clearly wasn’t a thing here as all four boys sat down and began passing the wine around, “What’s in that one?” Sigurd asked, pointing to your guitar case.

You opened it and pulled it out, “Is it some kind of lute?” Hvitserk asked but you could see Sigurd was the keenest.

“I guess?” you said, placing it on your lap and gently strumming the strings, “It’s called a guitar,”

“Play us something?” Ubbe asked before taking a swig out the wine.

You sighed as you looked at the strings and tried to think of a song before your fingers found the strings and you began to strum.

“I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night,

Rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife,” you began to sing Taylor swift softly as you played Willow. All four boys seemed mesmerised as you sang and even Ivar stayed quiet until the last night, “I’m begging for you to take my hand,

Wreck my plans, that’s my man,” you finished, placing your hand over the strings and looking up to finally meet their eyes.

“That was beautiful,” Sigurd said, “Did you write that?”

“Yes,” you said without thinking. After all a little white lie never hurt? Besides its not like Taylor would know or anyone could prove you wrong, “Yes I did,”

“You’re very talented,” Ubbe said, passing you the wine.

You looked at it sceptically before finally taking a drink. It’s not like they’d need to poison you anyway. You were already screwed. You all began to drink and laugh the night away as you played a few more songs on the guitar, even letting the boys try have a shot. What you didn’t see however was Bjorn standing beside the door to your room, smiling softly whenever you sang.

-

 The next day Ubbe offered to give you a tour of Kattegat so you could get to know the place. “This is the market,” he said as a little girl ran away from you to her mother making you bite back a laugh, “Sorry about that. They’ll be less frightened of you soon,”

You chuckled at his words making a smile stretch on his face, “Its ironic. Out of everyone here I’m the least frightening one,”

“I don’t know so much,” he said. You narrowed your eyes at him with a curious smile making him chuckle, “Weve never met anyone like you. you are so…” he paused searching for the right word,” rare,”

“That’s the nicest thing I think someone has ever said to me,” you said.

Ubbe gave you a soft smile as he led you around the stalls. You tried to refuse it, but he did buy you a knife, promising to show you how to use it just encase. Even the way he insisted made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

As you were walking around the market you did bump into someone. “Bjorn!” Ubbe called to his brother who wore an uncomfortably stoic look as he walked over. “I was just showing her round Kattegat,”

Bjorn nodded, his eyes scanning your frame, “Good. Can’t have you getting lost now, can we? Think my father might have a fit if we lost you,” something about the way his eyes studied you had a heat creeping up the back of your neck.

“I hope all his questions don’t bother you,” Ubbe said, giving you a sorry smile.

It was true that every conversation with Ragnar was like an interrogation. He wanted to know everything you could tell him about the future and honestly you didn’t know how to explain how a television worked. “I don’t mind. Its sweet,” you said making them both chuckle, “What?”

“Most people would not describe my father as sweet,” Bjorn said, a smile finally cracked onto his lips.

“She’s also friends with Ivar so she may not be fully right in the head,” Ubbe teased.

“Ivars not that bad,” you rolled your eyes, but both their eyes seemed to bulge out their skulls, “He’s a lot nicer when people aren’t constantly picking on him,” you half joked though you did hate how they teased him. especially Sigurd who whenever Ivar wasn’t around was kind but whenever he walked into the room you could cut the air with a knife.

Ubbe just tutted at you, “Oh you have much to learn sweet, foolish, girl. It’s a good thing we found you when we did,” You did your best to roll your eyes and blow him off but for the rest of the day you found your mind wandering. What would it be like to date a Viking?

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Translation of Yukimura Makoto's interview in Yatta! (part 2)

Part 1 is available here.

(12:37 - 12:53) The slave arc took many readers by surprise, including French readers. We would like to know why you chose to take the story in this direction, particularly Thorfinn's journey towards redemption.

Originally, I intended to start Vinland Saga with the slave arc. However, when I discussed it with my editor, he was unsure if it would sell well and if the readers would be interested, given that it portrayed vikings without any battle scenes. So I reconsidered my approach and decided to begin with the viking arc, which is a period of Thorfinn's life when he's constantly fighting. In hindsight, I find this choise more compelling, as it marks the moment when Thorfinn truly experiences and comes to understand violence. This realization was a crucial step for him to ultimately reject it. If you noticed a shift in tone between the slave arc and what came before, it's because I structured my story in a deliberately different way.

Comment from guest : I just wanted to say that we really enjoyed this arc—it’s just those who only came for the fight scenes who didn’t quite get the shift (laughs).

(14:11 - 14:24) With the slave arc, you portrayed both the depths of depression and the journey of healing. Was that your intention from the start?

Certainly. We can say that I wanted to draw Vinland saga beause I wanted to write the slave arc. I wanted to explore how one can grow stronger after failure and rebuild oneself. My hope was that, through this chapter of Thorfinn's life, readers who have faced hardships and setbacks could find some comfort and strength to rise again.

(15:06 - 15:20) Mangakas often have a favorite character in their stories. For example, Tooyama Akira liked Piccolo the most (Dragon Ball). So who is your favorite character in Vinland Saga ?

It's very difficult for me to answer. I could say my favorite character is Thorkell, but it is also Hild, Sigurd, Einar, and of course, Thorfinn - not to mention Bug-Eyes and many characters like the native americans that appear in the lastest chapters (laughs). That said, I think my true favorite is Askeladd. I really enjoyed drawing him, and he ended up surpassing my expectations. Initially, I saw him as just Thorfinn's mentor, but the way readers responded to him was special. He gained far more depth than I originally envisioned.

Guest comment : Askeladd is my favorite character as well. Not only does he serve as Thorfinn's ultimate goal, but he also becomes his mentor and a surrogate father figure. The misery Thorfinn endures later stems from his inability to achieve that goal. I’m a huge fan of Askeladd, so thank you for creating such a character.

I'm happy that you love Askeladd so much (laughs).

(16:47 - 17:03) Among all your extremely masculine male characters, you manage to draw female characters that are all different yet powerful, such as Hild or Gudrid. Do you spend more time developping your female characters or does it feel natural for you?

I spend three times as much time writing female characters compared to male ones, simply because I feel quite ignorant when it comes to women (laughs). Every male character has a little something in common with myself, so I can draw inspiration from my own behavior and experiences when writing them. It's much more challenging for female characters, as I have to give them traits I don’t personally possess. I often wonder if what I've written is accurate—what would a female reader think of my female character? As a result, my female characters tend to be very active and energetic, perhaps because that's the type of woman I admire.

(18:14 -18:18) You mentioned drawing inspiration from your own behavior when writing male characters. Which character do you think you resemble the most?

Definitely Thorfinn (laughs). Because, much like him when I was younger, I was a bit of a lost cause. Well, I didn’t carry a blade and stab people around, but I did hurt a lot of people. Of course, within the bounds of the law. But like Thorfinn, the efforts I made and the support I received helped me grow, and that's why I think Thorfinn resembles me the most.

(19:27 - 19:35) Going back on my previous question about female characters, can you see yourself ever writing a manga with a female protagonist?

Wow (laughs). To pull that off, I’d need to do some serious research on the matter. I think it would take me at least 30 years! (everyone laughs)

(19:48 - 20:14) I’d like to return to Askeladd for a moment. I see him as a father figure to Thorfinn, as he helped him survive and provided him with the tools to navigate this world. It's a controversial topic, but I want to ask you directly: can we truly consider Askeladd as Thorfinn’s father?

I believe it’s up to each reader to form their own opinion about this character. It’s valid to see him as Thorfinn’s substitute father or as an enemy. For me, Askeladd shaped Thorfinn and made him stronger. In that sense, I tend to view him as one of his fathers, but again, everyone is free to have their own perspective on the matter.

(20:50 - 21:05) You’ve spoken about the importance of research, especially when writing a historical manga. Can you tell us how you first came across Thorfinn Karlsefni Thordarson? When did this real historical figure become your main character, and what about him left a lasting impression on you?

I first learned about Thorfinn, an Icelandic merchant, in high school history class. When I found out that Vikings had reached the American continent 500 years before Christopher Columbus, I could hardly believe it—it seemed so strange. Why would an Icelandic merchant choose to sail west instead of heading to Europe, which was much closer and offered more opportunities for wealth and power? This mystery stayed with me for years, and with Vinland Saga, I sought to explore an answer. Why did these people, instead of turning to Europe, venture into the unknown, even thougb at that time they believed that the world ended at a massive cliff? What drove them to set sail into uncertainty, and what were their true motivations?

(22:24 -22:34) Your manga explores the inevitability of violence and the internal struggle to choose pacifism. In light of current global geopolitical events, do you feel that your message has become even more relevant?

I began Vinland Saga during an unprecedented period of peace for humanity, and at the time, I questioned the relevance of my project. Does it make sense to talk about peace when the world is already at peace? Someone once told me that it does—because if you start speaking about peace only after war has begun, it’s already too late. Today, the world has taken a dangerous turn, but I hope my work can offer readers a perspective to reflect on what peace truly is and how we can preserve it.

I have to admit, it wasn’t easy to answer such a serious question with the Doraemon anime music playing in the background (everyone laughs).

(23:53 - 24:06) I just got a message from our producer. The slave arc reminds him of this quote : "A strong man is not the one who strikes down others, but the one who controls his anger". Do you agree with this quote ?

I completely agree with this statement. In my view, those who create enemies are, first and foremost, people who don’t like themselves. It reminds me of an African proverb that says, 'A man who hates others is a man who hates himself.' To me, there is no duty more urgent or essential than facing ourselves honestly, engaging in deep introspection, and understanding the roots of our anger. Learning to love ourselves is, in my opinion, the key to a more peaceful world. And those who can achieve this are truly the strongest.

(25:03 - 25:04) So in the end, isn’t the real battle the one against our own ego?

Absolutely. I believe the hardest battle is the one where we choose not to fight at all. How can we avoid confrontation? How do we fight against ourselves to resist falling into this endless cycle?

(25:29 - 25:39) You questioned why these explorers ventured into the unknown. In a way, isn’t being a mangaka like being an explorer of a blank page? How do you find the motivation each morning to work?

Let's go on an adventure from now on! (he start singing We Are!, first opening of One Piece, from 25:45 to 25:47).

Every morning when I wake up I sing and give myself strength while facing the screen of my drawing tablet (laughs).

End of interview : the guests thank Yukimura Makoko for coming.

That's it for the interview, I hope you enjoyed it!

edit : when quoting any part of my translation, please keep in mind that I translated the Frenvh dub which is a translation of what Yukimura Makoto said so there might be some inacurracies.

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Universe | Crossover Kriger x A Bond Between People

Et Bånd Mellem Krigere Pairing | Mads x Joy, Adrian x Reader Info | Fix It AU, crossover Kriger x A Bond Between People. ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, heavy ANGST, SMUT included, cursing, mentions of murder, blood, violence, drugs, death. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

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Curse Pairing | No pair Info | Viking Age AU, Fantasy AU ⁑ Warnings: Horror, heavy ANGST, cursing, fictional creatures, mentions of death, mutilation, black magic, murder, major character deaths, blood, and violence. +18

Face the Music Pairing | Hvitserk x Plus Size! Reader Info | Viking Age AU, Requested by @thiahilmarsdottir​⁑Warnings: ANGST, romance. Mentions of fat-shaming, betrayal. Erotic content.

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His... His Only Pairing | Alfred x Reader x Ivar Info | Viking Age AU, multiple drabbles related to one another ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, ANGST, romance, mentions of death, burning, betrayal, and some cursing. +18

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Mishaps Pairing | Hvitserk x OC/Reader Info | Modern AU, Dark AU, Mobster AU, Criminal Vikings AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, ANGST, SMUT included, cursing, mentions of murder, blood, violence, kidnapping, betrayal, 18+

Payback Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Modern AU, Mobster AU, Criminal Vikings AU, Dark AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, ANGST, cursing, mentions of murder, rape, death, violence, abuse, drugs, and torture. +18. Caution recommended: the following content may be triggering.

Rangsælis Pairing | Ubbe x Wife! Reader Info | Viking Age AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, heavy ANGST, SMUT included, cursing, mentions of murder, blood, violence, rape, violence against women, heathenry, death. 18+ Caution recommended: the following content may be triggering.  

Ravished Pairing | Ubbe x Reader Info | Viking Age AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, heavy ANGST, cursing, mentions of death, murder, violence, dirty talk, torture, rape, women humiliation, and violence against women. +18. Caution recommended: the following content may be triggering.

The Wolf, The Dog, and The Maiden Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Viking Age AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, heavy ANGST, cursing, mentions of major character’s death, underage death, murder, and violence. +18. Caution recommended: the following content may be triggering.

Through & Through Pairing | Ivar x OC Info | Viking Age AU ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, heavy ANGST, SMUT included, cursing, mentions of murder, blood, violence, crimes, torture, slavery, death. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

When You Weren’t Here to See Pairing | Sigurd x Siggy Björnsðóttir Info | Viking Age AU, requested by multiple anons ⁑Warnings: Mentions of child abandonment and sensitive themes, incestuous relationship (uncle x niece), SMUT, familiar conflicts.

Wrong Choices Pairing | Sigurd x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, Werewolves AU, Alpha x Beta x Omega Dynamics ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, ANGST, Fluffy, romance, mentions of violence, blood, wounds, and cursing. +18

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