#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

[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?

[mirensiart]

Diamant: goes to bed at dawn

Alfred: goes training at dawn

Alear & Amber: 😴😴😴😴😴😴

[bananabraiined]

He must be a pillar of hope and light.

[musclesandhammering]

People Loki canonically had A Thing™️ with (according to me):

-Sif (the series composer lowkey confirmed they had a night together before the hair cutting incident)

-Fandral (we all saw what we saw in T1)

-Theo Bell (I consider LWML to be partially canon & Loki having a thing with a human guy who he left on earth & was probably dead by the time he came back… definitely vibes w Loki’s attitude toward mortal lifespans in the movies.)

-The Grandmaster (no way he got out of gladiatorial slave duty just by telling jokes, plus the winky scene like come on now)

-the flight attendant from 1x1 (they were feeling each other so hard. & he told her he’d see her again)

-Lorelei (best one on the list tbh. She escaped using his secret pathways. She’s an enchantress that’s not his multiversal twin & is actually rly interesting. It’s all there.)

-Amora (also from LWML. Yes she’s probably Lorelei’s sister. No idgaf. Sleeping with an ex situationship’s sister isn’t exactly smth I’d put past him)

-Sigurd (he doesn’t exist in the mcu but the chemistry in AoA was so strong it’s transcended mediums. He’s Loki’s ex in the mcu, they just haven’t mentioned him yet shhhh)

[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

[axelsagewrites]

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

Part one Part two

Masterlist Here

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?

Part four here

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[ubbesbabymama]

Their friend is pregnant, pt. 2.

↳ Pairing. Hvitserk The Berserker, Sigurd Snake in The Eye, Ivar The Boneless.

↳ Summary. How would they react to their dear friend being pregnant. [I imagine this with them having the same kind of friendship that Ragnar had with Athelstan but with the reader].

↳ Warnings. Violence, death, abusive relationships, smut/mention of sex.

↳ Note. A second part so I could write the ones that are left because is just so much fun to write this plot.

Part one.

Hvitserk The Berserker.

He adores you, he genuinely thinks you’re the only perfect person on earth and he would do anything to protect you from anybody, even himself.

He is busy between a thrall’s legs, making everything in his power to make her scream his name, thrusting like a madman when he hears his name being called and he stops right away. That’s not the thrall’s voice.

“Hvitserk,” You sob and he can’t help but to pull out and push the woman, running to you while fixing his pants.

“Come here, come here,” He mumbles, taking you in his arms and walking to another room that doesn’t smell like sex.

He sits on the floor in front of a bonfire with you on his lap, and you move around till your legs are around him just like he is around you. You move again and he grunts.

“D-Don’t move too much,” He whispers.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry, forgive—,” You try to move but he grips your thighs. “Hvitserk.”

“Forget everything else and tell me why are you crying,” He says. “Talk to me.”

“Why do I have to talk to you while your cock is poking into my backside?” You ask him and he grunts again, this time because of your stubbornness.

“That is because I got interrupted while I was getting it down, now, talk to me or I am going to take my axe and go look for the information myself.” He threatens.

You sigh and clean your face a little before looking at him.

“I am with child.”

“That’s not true,” He chuckles and panics when your eyes start to fill with tears, and he takes your face in his hands. “Wait— no, no, no sweat heart.”

“Y-You don’t believe me either,” You sob in his hands and he shakes his head.

“I thought it was another one of your pranks, I apologize little one,” You nod, sobbing. He frowns. “Either?”

“He kicked me out of the house… literally,” You whisper, rolling your dress to show him your scratched knees, you show him your hands and they’re scratched too. “He said I cheated on him, that a whore like me could find a man to breed me really fast just so I could trap—,”

You stop talking when Hvitserk moves you around, standing up and taking you with him. He puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the room and back to his room. In silence he takes off your dirty dress and tosses it to the side, he looks around for a moment and comes back with a shirt of him, he helps you put it on.

“I’m going to be right back, get under the covers,” He quietly says, you shake your head, and he sighs. “Under the covers, please.”

“You’re going to kill him.” You whisper.

“Of course, I’m going to kill him, for starters, I gave you that house, he has no right to kick you out, and second, while you’re with child?” He snorts with malice.

“Hvitserk,” He looks at you and holds your stare to let you know that he is not backing down. You nod to yourself and kiss his cheek. “I’ll wait for you awake.”

You know he is back when some thralls enter the room with the tub, he enters right behind them and you gasp, he is bathed in blood, from the hair to his boots.

“What in Odin’s green earth did you do to him?!” You ask alarmed, he shrugs and starts to take his clothes off in front of you and the thralls. “Hvitserk!”

“I tied him to a tree and started beating him,” He looks up slowly, his eyes cold. “I beat him till his last breath.”

“You’re insane,” You whisper, getting out of bed when he gets inside the tub. You start to undo his braids.

“For you, I can be worse than Ivar, you know this already.” He chants, not a single trace of regret on his face.

“Yeah well, you killed the abusive father of my child,” You roll your eyes. “So it’s safe to say that you’re now a father.”

He smirks.

“Great.”

Sigurd Snake In The Eye.

Everybody could see how much you mean to him, it was as obvious as the fact that the sun would shine every day. When it comes to you he knows no reason or shame, going as far as to beg if he needs to.

“I-I can’t find her,” He murmurs when all his brothers are gathered to hunt.

“Who?” Ubbe asks.

“What do you mean you can’t find her? It’s almost as if you live together,” Hvitserk jokes.

“I think her husband has something to do with her suddenly disappearing.” He swallows and just now everybody feels the tension in the air. “I-I need help, please.”

Suddenly Ivar starts crawling away and everybody looks at him, he stops and looks back directly at Sigurd.

“What are you doing there? We have to find her.” He grunts and in no time Sigurd is by his side.

That’s how much you mean to Sigurd, so much that even his younger brother whom he always argues about anything not dare to joke around.

And he finds you, in a small cabin deep in the woods, thanks to Hvitserk’s insight in the town he founds that your husband owns this cabin for when he goes hunting alone.

He enters the cabin and sucks a breath when he sees you in a corner hugging your legs. He takes one step and your husband comes out and pulls you by the hair, you yelp.

“If you get close I will kill them both!” He screams and Sigurd frown.

“Who’s them?” He whispers to himself, and you sob.

“You didn’t tell him? You’re carrying his child and you didn’t—,”

“Because it’s not his!” You cry, looking at Sigurd and his stare makes you stop trembling a little. You’re safe, Sigurd is here.

Suddenly an arrow enters from behind Sigurd, right on top of his head, and embedded right onto your husband’s head, him being so tall makes it easy for the archer to shoot without fearing it would hit you.

Sigurd looks behind him and nods to Ubbe, who just nods back and starts walking back with his brother, leaving him with you.

He opens his arms and watches how you run and jump on him, his arms sliding around you, one on your thigh and the other on your waist.

“I’m here now, shh…” He comforts you while walking till he leans on a wall. “Nobody can’t hurt you anymore.”

You sob on his neck and he hums.

“I’m tired,” You murmur and he nods.

He takes you back to the town and directly into his room and orders the thralls to prepare a bath for you. When everything’s ready he undresses you and lets you get inside the tub, he’s about to start looking for clothes for you but your grip on his hand stops him.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m getting in with you,” He says to calm you down and when he sees you expectant he undresses and gets inside too, behind you.

He starts to caress your belly, he supposed you haven’t seen your monthly blood and that’s why you know you’re with child since it’s not clear in your belly.

“You’re going to start living here,” He whispers in your ear. “So I can take care of you better.”

“You have obligations,” You whisper.

“And you’re the main one,” He hums. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

Ivar The Boneless.

Nobody understands how you can stand Ivar, with the man being borderline obsessed with you. The only reason why you can lay with men is that he is certain that he can’t satisfy a woman and he would rather be burned alive than disappoint you from all people, but other than that, he lets no man get close to you unless you directly tell him that you chose that man to warm your chambers, he has bodyguards for you, thralls for you, he gives you a quarter of everything he owns or gets. Even when he goes raiding everybody knows that a lot of the goods are yours and yours only. That’s how obsessed Ivar The Boneless is with you.

Of course, it’s almost impossible to hide things from him, more so with the people in town being so eager to bring him information about you just to be favored, so as soon as you’re being yelled at and tossed around by the Viking Ivar is notified.

“You think after three times you can already be with child?! Do you think I’m stupid?!” The man was yelling at you, but you weren’t backing down. No sir.

“After ONE time of laying together, I can already be with child, or do you think your seed is so weak you need more than once? even more than three? Poor you.” You mock and gasp when he pushes you, making you fall onto your backside, you whimper at the burn in your hands for breaking the fall.

“I should just kill you and that bastard right now!” He yells, and you spit on your side in response.

“Who?” You freeze, feeling chills run down your spine. That voice only means problems, and a lot of them. “Who are you going to kill? My woman?”

You feel him right beside you, leaning on his crutch. He looks down at you and nods and you nod back, slowly standing up.

“L-Lord I-Ivar,” The man stuttered.

“So? You’re going to kill my woman, you say?” Ivar says, his tone friendly but his eyes, oh those eyes.

“N-no, no my lord,” The man keeps stuttering. “It’s this woman who says she’s carrying my child.”

Ivar face snaps to the side, looking at you while anger starts to bubble in his system, a burning feeling in his chest, he squints his eyes at you and silently you start to pray to the gods for the life of the man.

“When I was hunting and you were keeping me company, that was your last month bleeding, right?” Ivar says and he’s not actually asking, he knows that information, for he’s the one you always go to when you’re in pain, but you nod anyways. “And he pushed you while you’re carrying a child?”

You nod again.

“Yes, Ivar.” The man grimaces when he hears you call Ivar by his name and without honorifics, why nobody told him he was laying with someone so important? “He did.”

Ivar’s face slowly turns to the man, and he grins.

“Now I have to decide whether you die—,”

“Ivar can I—,” You start but are interrupted.

“NO!” He snaps, pointing at you with his finger. “You do not get to save him from this, you do not get a saying this time!”

“Ivar,” Your own anger makes you grind your teeth. “Can I go home? My feet are hurting and I need to get a healer for my hands.”

He blinks and looks down at your bloody hands from the fall before, he sighs, feeling bad at the way he talked to you when you weren’t even trying to help the man.

“I’ll finish this quickly,” Ivar says and in the blink of an eye, the man is being dragged by Ivar’s men while crying and babbling apologies.

You don’t let Ivar say anything more and start walking home and when you get there you ask for a healer and after being done with your hands and a quick checkup on your overall health you ask for a hot bath.

“It’s ready, my lady,” The thrall says just in time for Ivar’s entrance, she gasps and starts to tremble.

“You can go now, don’t come back again, you may take the tub out tomorrow,” You whisper tiredly.

Ivar is covered in blood and even you get a chill run down your spine. It looks grotesque, never has he had so much blood on him from just one person, he looks demonic even.

“I’m—,” He starts but you lift your hand.

“I honestly don’t want to hear it,” You murmur, starting to get undressed.

He looks at you with attention, watching you moan when the hot water gets in contact with your skin.

“I’m sorry.” He finishes what he was saying earlier and you roll your eyes.

“I’m with child, I got pushed by the father of the child and then he got killed by you and I imagine it was in the most animalistic way you could think of,” You tell him coldly. “I’m tired, I didn’t need you snapping at me when I was the one being mistreated, you may go now if that’s going to happen again.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s all he says, he looks emotionless, his voice too. But you know that those words coming out of Ivar’s mouth is already a blessing.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m not leaving.” He says, crawling more closer.

“You look scary.”

“I’ll get clean after you tell me how are you,” He whispers and you sigh.

“What am I going to do now?” You whisper to him, getting close to him.

“Nothing, you don’t need to do anything,” He whispers. “Just let me take care of you. Both of you.”

“You already do that,” You smile.

He smiles and leans, giving you a soft kiss although you could tell it doesn’t mean anything more.

“Yes I do, until the gods call me to Valhalla.”

[bananabraiined]

Bears the burdened light, even it meant death.

[nagaficat]

"You have always been far braver than I am." Deirdre lifts her head from Edain's shoulder and reaches a hand to lightly touch her cheek. Just for the briefest of moments. Edain has always been brave. She had been a prisoner when Deirdre first met her but she still held onto the hope that Sigurd would come rescue her. Deidre had admired that so much.

Edain and Sigurd both were always so hopeful. They believed in the best and never gave up. Each inspired Deirdre in their own ways. Without them, she might not have had the courage to defy her curse and follow her heart. Even now, she still clutches desperately to the belief that, one day, Sigurd will find his way to Fódlan to be with her and Seliph. And Arvis and Julia and Julius. Both of her families, whole.

Her children! In this dream, without Sigurd, without Arvis, without any of the hardships and tragedies she had to endure she would not have any of them. Seliph, Julia, Julius...they made everything worth it.

"Oh gods, my family..." She holds her head in her hands. How shameful it is that she was so quick to forget them to a dream.

Sigurd Who 🙄

nagaficat​:

“How can you so quickly give this up,” Deirdre asks quietly. She is calmer now that Edain’s hands have wrapped protectively around hers but she still does not understand it. They have everything here. Perhaps her friends might miss her but would they not be happy for her? This is what she wants. This is true happiness.

“Lord Sigurd and Sir Midir…Edain, I was there when they burned. I saw their eyes when they were told their fate. But here…” She scoots herself closer and rests her head against her friend’s shoulder. The closeness is a comfort but nothing truly is enough to comfort against the awful truth. “Here we can see them again. We can fix things. No one has to die. No one has to suffer.”

She uses her free hand to softly stroke the other woman’s golden tresses. She’d always found comfort in it when Sigurd or Arvis did so to her. Perhaps Edain will like it too. All she wants is to see her happy.

“i know, deirdre. i was there too, i watched my husband ride off ahead of me in order to protect me. i may never get rid of the despair that i felt in moments like those.” her tone is hardly accusatory, and instead she very clearly relishes in the warmth of deirdre’s hands.

a pause— silence, and then edain shakes her head. “i couldn’t stay in here knowing none of this is real. those memories will always torment me, even if i stay in this dream.” she lets out a soft sigh, closing her eyes. “there are happy memories in reality too, friends and family that i could only let myself relish in the feeling of knowing they are all real.”