#ubba x eivor

[jpdoingart]

Ubba x M!Eivor

The two fellas that taught me to draw humans. They deserve a redraw now that I have a basic grasp on anatomy lol

[krankittoeleven]

Ubba & Eivor on a Midnight Stroll a little pick me up for @brasideios :D

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Three

Masterlist

Two moons had just passed since your return.

Ivarr had been torturing Rhodri for two moons. He had asked his best blacksmith to build a cage in the pig pen. A solid cage in which Rhodri was rotting away with his peers. Everyone could see him and humiliate him. Halfdan had the idea of confiscating his clothes. Ivarr was purposely keeping him alive until you got better. He wanted you to witness what he planned to do to him.

A sigh escaped your lips as you sat on the edge of your bed. You felt better, even though your right eye still hurt when you exposed it. The nuns warned you that you would no longer see anything out of that eye. You thought you could get used to it, but you thought about all his battles and the hunting trips. How were you going to do it? You were still aiming with your right eye. You removed the bandages from your face, taking your sword to see your reflection. The threads were starting to fall off, the flesh was closing. It was starting to heal properly. But because of that, you found yourself hideous. Your once (Y/E/C) right eye had turned milky, your wounds were just starting to turn white. How could Ivarr still look at you? You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the door open. Your attention was on your companion. He closed the door behind him, moving closer to you as you put the sword away.

"Halfdan, Sigurd and Eivor are still here? Maybe you should allow them to torture Rhodri," you said, getting out of your bed to pour yourself a glass of water.

"They do. Like everyone else in Sciropescire," he said, moving closer to you. “You’re the only one who still hasn’t gone to see him.”

You had a hard time swallowing your mouthful of water when you heard him. Yes, all of Scriropescire was able to humiliate and attack the Breton king. You were the only one who refused to see him. You didn't want to see him anymore. You had hoped Ivarr would kill him so you wouldn't see his face again. Ivarr could see that you had changed. You stayed cloistered in your room, in this damn Christian Church. You saw too much of Bishop Deorlaf for his liking. Ivarr had tried to get the bishop to talk, but he replied that what you had told him remained between you and him.

“Do you plan to stay hidden in this room for the rest of your days?” he asked, looking at you severely. “In this Christian Church?”

“I have the right to stay here as long as I want, Ivarr,” you said, slamming your glass down on the table. “Leave.”

“(Y/N).”

“Leave me alone!” you shouted, banging your fists on the table.

Ivarr gave an angry growl as he left the room, slamming the door. You bit your lip, no longer able to hold back your tears. You fell to your knees, hitting the ground while screaming in rage. You felt your fingers crack, it was painful, but you didn't care. You were so angry, so sad that you didn't care that your hands were bloody and that you broke your fingers. You stopped hitting the ground when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped, suddenly turning around to see Bishop Deorlaf. He watched you struggle with your condition.

"(Y/N). This can't go on any longer, you have to share your pain with Ivarr," he said, stepping back.

"How?" you asked, getting up. "How could I tell him that? He's a Drengr! That sort of thing matters very little, Deorlaf. For me too. I was born only to fight and die with dignity to reach Valhalla! That's the only reason I came into this world! I... this kind of thing... it shouldn't affect me... but..."

"(Y/N)... you are a warrior, but you are still a human being. What you have experienced, our Lord will condemn. You have the right to be sad. You have the right to be angry. Ivarr also has the right to know."

"For what?" you asked, turning to the bishop. “It’s gone, so it doesn’t matter anymore.”

"It's important. Even if you think otherwise, you might be surprised by Ivarr's reaction if you explain to him what's tormenting you."

Deorlaf left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You sighed, settling into your bed. You had no desire to tell Ivarr what King Rhodri had done to you. What's the point? You always hoped Ivarr would kill Rhodri so you could move on and forget. It was better this way. You were a Drengr. You shouldn't think about it anymore. You just had to focus on the future, the battles, the conquest of England, training Ceolbert. There were plenty of things to do, so you'd be able to keep your mind occupied.

Yes, you had a lot to do.

You shouldn't think about it anymore.

[jpdoingwords]

Assassin's Creed Valhalla Fanfiction

All works are rated M, because there is canon-typical violence at times and there are multiple non-explicit sex scenes.

I ship Ubba and male Eivor, and everything I've written for this fandom has that in common.

All works are on AO3.

Thread Upon Thread Series

Snatched Moments A series of inserted scenes developing the relationship between Eivor (male) and Ubba Ragnarsson which is only hinted at in Valhalla. There will be unavoidable spoilers. Sorry! I am mostly canon compliant, but there are some things I have changed, and there will be an alternative ending to what was provided in the game (for Ubba.) * The Gods Only Know Ubba survived the battle on the Afon River, and lives now in Ravensthorpe at the side of Eivor Wolfkissed, the man he loves. Their happiness is only marred by one thing that seems impossible - their desire to have sons.

The Ravensthorpe Hotel. Summary: The pub in Ravensthorpe, Western Australia, is under new management after the passing of Ragnar. When it re-opens, the townspeople go en-masse to check out the new owners, among them, Eivor (male) and his best friends Randvi and Sigurd.

Collected Loose Threads This is a collection of odds and ends related to my Ubba/Eivor series, Thread Upon Thread, mostly following on from The Gods Only Know. I had imagined I would work them up into something more complete, but that seems unlikely now, so thought I would share them as is. Now includes The Hunting Trip, which was originally posted as the third part of the series, and a discarded continuation of the Ravensthorpe Hotel modern AU.

[brasideios]

AO3 Wrapped (Author’s Edition)

I was tagged by @krankittoeleven - worlds best beta - thank you very much! 🤍 I’m late to it, but better late than never as the saying goes! 😊

Fics first published in 2024 (not including rewrites & republished work which was the majority of my output this year):

The House in the Plane Tree Grove (M, Alexidas)

By His Hand (M, Thalexios)

Love me in Storms (M, Thalexios)

Hunger Desire Anger Roads (M, Alexidas)

Which is still more than I remembered tbh. Hopefully this year will be better - I have reasons to hope so anyway.

2024 Stats

User Subs: 20

Kudos: 1115

Comment threads: 336

Bookmarks: 240

Work subs: 100

Word Count: 604,709

Hits 25,335

Top 3 fics (for all years by kudos)

Snatched Moments (ACV Ubba x M!Eivor) 167; The Warmth of Home (ACOd Thalexios) 144; Another Turn Around the Wheel (Stardew Valley, Shane x M!Farmer) 137.

Top 3 fic (for all years by word count)

The Good Spartan (ACOd Alexidas) 181,531; The Fire and the Flood (ACOd Alexithenes) 67,542; The Warmth of Home (rewrite) (ACOd Thalexios) 53,714 (If you join all of the Thalexios together as it should be, then it’s second longest at 159,298 & still growing)

Top 3 ships (for all years)

Thalexios, Alexidas and Alexithenes in that order.

Top 5 tags (for all years)

Fluff, Romance, Established Relationship, Falling in Love, Historical References. (No surprises there, my early years in fic were way too fluffy lol).

I feel like I’ve tagged everyone so much lately, and everyone has already been tagged in this, that I’m leaving this one open to anyone who wants to jump in. Consider yourself tagged! 😊🤍

[kavtsuki]

everything i post will have adequate warnings and tags applied, but for the safety of everyone here i ask that you please make sure to read this post carefully before sending in a request. requests are currently : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 !!

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i write fluff, angst, smut, headcanons ❪ max five characters ❫, drabbles, alternate universes, and short stories ❪ 5k+ words ❫.

i post some taboo content that anyone under the age of eighteen is not allowed to like, reblog, or interact with. those types of posts will have a "minors do not interact" on it.

i also write stuff that may include age gaps, poly/threesome+, dubcon, incest, toy play, light bdsm, breath play, praise and light degradation, supernatural ❪ i.e. omegaverse, werewolf, vampire, etc. may include knotting in certain cases ❫, choking, stepcest, mommy/daddy kink ❪ to an extent ❫, and dacryphilia.

i will not write about cheating ❪ on the reader's behalf ❫, manipulation, abuse, etc. however, i will write about the reader being cheated on ❪ although not explicitly; mostly just mentioned in passing ❫.

i write strictly male!character x fem! or gn!reader !! i do not write character x character pairings.

i highly suggest reading the warnings on every story that i create in case anything included is possibly triggering for you as a reader. do not proceed to read any story of mine before you have safely comprehended what you are about to read.

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HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE . . . harry james potter, ronald weasley, neville longbottom, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, theodore nott, dean thomas, fred weasley, george weasley, bill weasley, cedric diggory, oliver wood, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, sebastian sallow and ominis gaunt.

THE BAD BATCH . . . all of the bad batch members ❪ excluding omega ❫.

DC UNIVERSE . . . bruce wayne ❪ gotham version, battinson version, and comics version ❫, jason todd ❪ red hood, titans, and arkham knight version ❫, dick grayson ❪ nightwing, young justice, and titans version ❫, tim drake ❪ young justice and comics version ❫, damian wayne ❪ comics version ❫, wally west ❪ young justice version ❫, garfield logan ❪ titans version ❫, conner kent ❪ titans and young justice version ❫, and jaime reyes ❪ young justice version ❫.

GOD OF WAR . . . kratos, heimdall, brok, sindri, thor, freyr, mimir ❪ before  beheading ❫ and baldur.

ASSASSIN'S CREED: VALHALLA . . . male!eivor varinsdottir, sigurd styrbjornson, vili hemmingson, hrolfr/rollo, ubba ragnarsson, hytham, basim ibn ishaq, otta sluggason, aelfred the great, and leofrith.

MARVEL UNIVERSE . . . bucky barnes ❪ the winter soldier ❫, stephen strange ❪ doctor strange ❫, peter parker ❪ andrew garfield and tom holland’s versions ❫, and pietro maximoff ❪ quicksilver ❫.

HAIKYUU . . . all of karasuno, all of nekoma, all of aoba johsai, all of date tech, all of shiratorizawa, and all of inarizaki. other characters include takeru nakashima from wakutani south, yuudai hyakuzawa from kakugawa high, suguru daishou, kouji hiroo and isumi sakishima from nohebi academy, and sakusa kiyoomi and motoya komori from itachiyama institute.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA . . . all of class 1-A and all of the league of villains. other characters include mirio togata and tamaki amajiki from the big three, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, sen kaibara, and neito monoma from class 1-B, hitoshi shinsou from the department of general education, yo shindo from ketsubutsu academy, inasa yoarashi from shiketsu high, and pro heroes shouta aizawa ❪ eraserhead ❫, keigo takami ❪ hawks ❫, taishiro toyomitsu ❪ fatgum ❫, toshinori yagi ❪ all might ❫, enji todoroki ❪ endeavor ❫, tensei iida ❪ original ingenium ❫, and mirai sasaki ❪ sir nighteye ❫.

JUJUTSU KAISEN . . . inumaki toge, gojou satoru, chousou, ryoumen sukuna, kento nanami, junpei yoshino, aoi todo, itadori yuuji, and megumi fushiguro.

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS . . . all of the armed detective agency and all of the port mafia. other characters include edgar allan poe and mark twain from the guild, and fyodor dostoevsky from the decay of angels.

DEMON SLAYER . . . tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, and giyuu tomioka. other characters include kyoujurou rengoku from the hashira group, genya shinazugawa also from the demon slayer corp, and yushiro the demon.

KUROKO NO BASKET. . . all of seirin high school. all of the generation of miracles, yukio kasamatsu from kaijou high school, takao kazunari from shuutoku high school, tatsuya himuro from yousen high school, and reo mibuchi and kotarou hayama from rakuzan high school.

ATTACK ON TITAN . . . all of the scout regiment. other characters include marco bodt, moblit berner, and reiner braun and bertholdt hoover from the marleyan warriors.

TOKYO REVENGERS . . . manjiro sano ( mikey ), takashi mitsuya, shinichiro sano, naoto tachibana, ken ryuguji ❪ draken ❫, atsushi sendo, chifuyu matsuno, baji kaisuke, kazutora hanemiya, ran haitani, rindou haitani, nahoya kawata ❪ smiley ❫, hajime kokonoi, wakasa imaushi, and souya kawata ❪ angry ❫.

OBEY ME . . . lucifer, mammon, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, simeon and diavolo.

VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDERS . . . keith kogane, lance mcclain, and lotor.

MYSTIC MESSENGER . . . hyun ryu ❪ zen ❫, yoosung kim, jumin han, saeyoung choi ❪ seven/707 ❫, jihyun kim ❪ v ❫, and saeran choi ❪ ray/unknown ❫.

OTHERS . . . leon kennedy + chris redfield + carlos oliveira + ethan winters ❪ resident evil ❫,  joel miller + tommy miller ❪ the last of us - video game version only ❫, steve harrington + eddie munson ❪ stranger things ❫, rick grimes + daryl dixon ❪ the walking dead ❫.

[sushis-brainrot]

Do you ship Oswald and Valdis?

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

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

As for other ships, here's a list:

Eivor x Kassandra

Kassandra x Eivor x Basim

Eivor x Hytham

Basim x Eivor x Hytham

Eivor x Ubba

Eivor x Vili

Randvi x Sigurd

Erke x Stowe

Kassandra x Brasidas

Basim x Ali

Loki x Havi

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

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

I think that's it? Maybe?

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

[rootin-tootin-roleplayer]

𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝

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A list here for fandoms I'm in/roleplay in (plus characters I can play!)

Usually in fandom roleplays I enjoy doubling up, unless I feel like being oc in oc x cc stuff, but thats a rare case!

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RDRD 2 - Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Javier Escuella, Dutch Van der linde, Molly O'Shea, Tilly Jackson, Micha Bell, Bill Williamson, Kieran Duffy, Charles Smith, Hosea Matthews, Sean.

Hetalia - Prussia, Germany, South Italy, North Italy, Russia, Japan, America, Canada, England, France, Hungary, Austria.

ATLA - Aang, Zuko, Katara, Toph, Sokka, Yue, Ozai, Azula, Suki.

Adventure Time (Fionna and cake series) - Fionna, Adult Finn, Farm world Finn, Scarab, Prismo, Simon, Zesty Simon (man's very Zesty) , Vamp world Marceline, Vamp world Bubblegum.

ITSV/ATSV - Peter B. Parker, Miguel O'Hara, Miles Morales, Wiles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar, Hobie Brown.

Holes (yes that Disney movie) - X Ray, Stanley, Zero, Armpit.

The lion King - Scar, Mufasa, Simba, Nala, Sirabi.

Scooby Doo Mystery Inc - Scoobs, Shaggy, Fred, Daphne, Velma.

MW2/3 - König, Ghost, Horangi, Price, Soap, Makarov, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria.

Harry Potter - Harry, Ron, Hermione, Victor Krum, Fred, George, Seamus, Lee, Luna, Snape, Remus, Draco (that is a MAYBE) , Lucius (same as Draco)

Starwars - Han Solo, Ben Solo, General Hux, Rey, Leia, Padme, Anakin, Obi Wan.

ATWOW - Ao'nung, Roxto, Kiri, Spider, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Norm, Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Tonowari, Ronal.

GOT - Daenerys, Jon, Arya, Sandor, Ned, Catelyn, Cersei, Robb, Viserys, Khal Drogo, Robert Baratheon, Sansa, Stannis, Bran, Joffrey, Tommen, Gendry, Theon, Jorah, Ramsey, Ygritte, Oberyn, Jaime, Tywin, Tormund, Margaery, Brienne, Tyrion, Melisandre, Missandei, Petyr, Grey Worm.

House of the Dragon - Aemond, Viserys, Aegon, Alicent, Rhaenyra, Jaecerys, Daemon, Cole, Otto, Rhaenys, Lucerys.

Fallout Four - Nick Valentine, Paladin Danse, Preston Garvey, Gage Porter, Sean.

MLP - Applejack, Twilight, Rarity, Pinkie, Rainbow, Fluttershy, Discord, Sombra, Big Mac, Shining armour, princess cadence, princess Luna, princess celestia, Trixie, Chrysalis, Thorax, Starlight, Sunset Shimmer, Sunburst.

AC games - Eivor, Ivarr, Ubba, Randvi, Sigurd, Basim, Hytham, Kassandra, Bayek, Cleopatra, Apollodorus, Julius Caesar.

Jurassic Park - Alan, Ian, Ellie, Robert.

Peaky Blinders - Tommy, Arthur, John, Finn, Polly, Alfie, Michael, Billy, Luca, Lizzie, Aberama, Freddie, Esme, Isaiah, Bonnie.

South Park - Cartman, Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Wendy, Tolkien, Randy, Gerald, Bebe, Ike, Butters, the goth kids, PC principal, VP Strong Woman, Sharon, Shelly.

Hunchback of Notre Dame - Quasimodo, Claude Frollo, Phoebus, Esmerelda, Clopin.

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This took FOREVER to write out but here it is lmao-

[iinafarawaygalaxii]

Assassins Creed: Valhalla | Freyja’s Promise

The Prince and A Legend : Chapter 2

Summary: Dreaming is only reality until it ends. For both Jarls have now reached the brink on their existence on this plane- testing their limits to their full potential. With Eivor out of the picture, what will become of Northumbria if the biggest player falls?

Warnings: 18+ Blood, Gore, Angst, Death, Fluff, SFW

WC: 5.6k

Notes:

my e key is still broken yall (RIP) Please bare with me through my grammatical errors!

A couple reminders that this is meant to be a the cheesy love story were supposed to get from these two and that it is not 100 percent canon to the game- had to tweak a few things

Lets conquer England- Enjoy!

Assassins Creed Valhalla | Eivor Varinsdottir x Vili Hemmingston

It started with pain.... and slowly drifted to darkness.

Her hugr- stuck in a twilight state, hearing the thumping of her heart's last beats drum in between ears before drifting to coldness. Her soul flickered between life and death in tandem with the flames of the pit that warmed the space she was in and it didn't take long for her mind to fade completely, detaching herself into a deep darkness as a faint light carried off into the distance- humming with a homeliness she had not experienced since her younger years.... beckoning her forth. She took a few steps towards the light, shading her eyes from the blur that laid beyond, trying to make sense of her surroundings like- why she was there in the first place...

That's when it all clicked.

Her life went dark after her moment with Vili, a stabbing pain to the chest- possibly fatal as she peered down to a featherweight body, feeling a nagging numbness spread through her veins forcing her heart to bang against her rib cage violently. She rubbed her temples while trying to remain balanced and recollect herself when she peered down and saw blood begin to seep through the fabric of her chest- bound together by an singular arrow.

Although her vision laid hazy, removing the arrow took precedent over this... place as her shaky hands reached for the wooden stalk- snapping it half before pulling it out with vigor. A bitter sweet gasp of relief emerged from her lips throwing the broken reed to the side before panning back to the white light, seeing ovals of darkness sharpen into human silhouettes. Her eyes went wide in disbelief- There stood Ubba and Ivar, Hemming Jarl, Soma, and,

"Ceolwulf....",

Eivor mumbled, running to her fallen comrade to embrace him. The first person she ever thought of as a son, right before her eyes- in the flesh. It had opened old wounds that since then have healed or at least she thought as much, feeling her grip tighten around the young Saxon prince trying to work up the courage to express what she always had wanted since his death. "Im sorry..." She whispered to him, weeping with deep regret and desolation for not being able to protect him, or anyone else for that matter- in their of need.

Her eyes began to water as a single tear trickled down her cheek, dissipating into the darkness when she feared what seeing all of these people who were special to her meant. "Am I...?", Her voice echoed, traveling infinitely into the void when she released him and looked around. 'I must be...', she thought looking down at her calloused hands and back to her comrades in question, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Your times not now little one...",

A voice from behind... So familiar. She glanced quickly, seeing her parents standing side by side in embrace with her fallen comrades in tow with wide grins as she ran into her parents arms like she once did many- many, winters ago. Bringing out the innocence that burned along with her village, back to the surface. She began to sob, stuck in a childlike state because honestly?

She didn't want to die.

Not yet, not with so much to accomplish. She couldn't leave her brother- her clan.....Vili, behind- forcing her grip around her parents tighter as they both looked to each other in distress, bringing their daughter in close. Her mother started humming, hearing the soft toons of one once parted and the wails of her own, regretting that she did not die along with them. Seeing them now? In a afterlife she wasn't sure existed- hurt even worse.

"Come now Eivor..."

Her father, Varin, exclaimed softly making her peek just a little to see the darkness has disappeared and turned to a loving memory back at her home in Norway. The spiced mead and lamb was her first sign, inhaling deeply the memories of home before opening her eyes fully and saw her mother cooking as her father came in from the cold in snow covered boots and a frozen beard with a buck hanging loosely over his shoulder. The great beast of a man- standing almost 7 feet tall, dropped the game in the center of the room with a bang startling both Eivor and her mother.

The young drengir watched in ghostly form seeing a small version of herself run through her and directly to her parents for a tight embrace. Hearing the chatters and begs of one too little to understand the concept, get picked up and put on her fathers shoulder for a story. Watching the happy family cuddle by the fire, eating the fruits of her fathers labor. Those were the times she felt true peace as the scene change to her first time meeting Sigurd.

About 5 winters and him 10- forging a bond between their tribes before a great war in their own country between many chieftains for superiority. Supposing to solidify their oath through marriage that eventually fell through when Randvis clan arrived to prevent such carnage. It was then she first learned how to hold a bow- Sigurd who loved his little sister taching her many things over the years. Honoring an unbreakable oath- by choice, until the scene changed again. To an abandoned shack in the forest 5 years forward.

This memory took longer than the others but at no fault of her own. After her parents were murdered, she spent equal parts mourning and getting into trouble with none other then the Hemming Prince. This specific memory before her, was the first time she had felt truly loved since her parents deaths 2 years prior- a scene set in Rygjafylke during the yule tide festival, with the cool winter breeze brushing their cheeks pink as they sneak in between ice giants (the adults) smothered in ale and wood fire to free the warrior chickens at the tender age of 11 and 12. Their active imagination playing a role in their misgivings, after succeeding in their mission and realizing what they done.

They chased chickens all throughout town and into the forrest where bigger dangers awaited. "Your so stupid Eivor!" Vili exclaimed throwing a snow ball at the young girl before him. "Not as much as you arse-stick". She stuck out her tongue and in a huff, folded her arms t stuck her nose in the sky. "Stop calling me that! It was a dragon!", joining her in pouting as the sun began to fall and harsh winds started to pick up. "We should get ba-" a huge snowball to that face igniting a clan war between the two childhood sweethearts as they played wild in snow until it began to fall violently- needing to seek cover from the incoming storm.

As time sped up for the ghostly drengir, she found herself at the cabin where they were trapped in for a majority of the night due to the raging blizzard that took over by force and because of this the clan had to halt the search- unable to see in such convoluted weather, praying their children would pull through. The ghostly Jarlskona laughed at their stupidity as the scene changed in a blink of an eye to Vili building a fire in an abandoned shack, throwing twigs and such in to stoke the warmth they need in such freezing temperatures. Eivor peered over to herself shivering and blue in the lips from the lack of warmth huddling close too stay warm

It was this moment her perspective on life changed- forever.

"Look at what you did wolf kissed..." Little vili said trying to laugh off a very big mistake while scooting closer to throw his cape over her for extra warmth. "Whatever Arse-Stick... YOU helped", She huffed, her face scrunching into embarrassment while trying to avoid eye contact at all cost. He pulled her little braid."OW!", "It was YOUR idea Wolf-Kissed. And for the last time.... STOP. CALLING. ME. THAT.... it was a dragons tail." He folded his arms as they sat in silence.

Cold, cold silence.

Feeling the shivers of a young Eivor through his own as he scooted even closer till their sides were touching- wrapping his arm around her shoulder and bringing her against his chest. "Stay warm Wolf-Kissed. Cant have you dying on me now." He smiled warmly, kissing the top of her head as her cheeks deepened in color, snuggling into the boy who was kept her safe and warm. The first time she had felt anything since her parents death. It wasn't until they were both asleep that they were found by their clans, cuddling each other for warmth next to a well stoked fire that they wree safely recovered and brought home.

Her ghostly eyes peered over to a young Hemming Jarl, Vilis father, who had the biggest smile she had ever seen from him. Supposing that this...relationship they had was hope for the future. It nearly made her ghostly form shred a tear, seeing how touched everyone was to know they were still alive and survived such a terror. The scene began flipping quickly through all the people she had ever loved or cared about finding herself square in the darkness with the white portal at the end.

It was an unbelievable sight, seeing all her memories flash right before her eyes- her body, enough to shock her into place. It felt so real as if she could stay like this forever. "Open your eyes....", Her mother hummed standing tall and bright with all of her family, friends, and comrades who've fought by her side, behind the figure. She watched as her mother reach for her shoulders, holding her close. "Wake up..." She said forcing the ghostly Jarl to shake her head, wanting this everlasting darkness to last forever, even if it meant death-

If it meant, being this close to everyone again.

Eivor wiped the tears from her face trying to muster the strength to carry on as Varin, her father, placed a hand on her shoulder warmly, "You are special Eivor. You have been touched by the gods and will bring a new one into this world. Pacifying Europe is your destiny...", Her fathers voice carried, forcing Eivor to control herself and her fate as the young drengir nodded in compliance. She took a step back, sniffling a bit as she readjusted herself and closed her eyes. She began to feel the warmth of the fallen comrades hands on her body, ready to send her back to the earthly realm with whatever life force still lingered.... To complete her true destiny. "Farewell Eivor, don't come back anytime soon...Okay?" Young Ceowulf said before a flash of light captured her,

Raising a legend from the dead.

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Her eyes shot open as air rushed violently to her lungs, regaining her ability to breath in a heavy state. Her hand shot up to her chest as she closed her eyes tightly, wincing from the sudden rush of pins and needles that ignited above her left breast, feeling the pulse of something abnormal coursing through her veins. She began to choke on herself from the sheer amount of swelling shooting a hand up to grip the effected area.

The leaders eyes went wide.

All who were previously mourning now taken aback by the sudden resurrection as they were sure her heart had stopped completely- sending a burst of incredulousness throughout the room. They watched, gawking at the miracle, as the seer darted across the hut to tend to her wounds by placing her lips over Eivors wound- sucking the poisoned blood from within out and with haste, before spitting it on the ground beside her.

She strapped Eivors arms down with her own, sucking out what she could out before applying a ghastly powder that made the raven shake and moan in excruciating pain. Hearing the fizzing of her flesh ensue- rotting the poison out of the wound. Her horrified screams carried throughout Jorvik as the sweat dripping down her face came in dubious quantities- making it harder for the seer to grasp.

"Assistance... now-"

The bone sunken seer exclaimed, forcing Sigurd to bolt across the room to help,-holding Eivor down when the seer picked out the clots that was forming from the cavity, igniting Randvi to assist as she found the nearest cloth and inserted in into the Jarlskonas mouth, to protect her teeth and blind her voice from catch as the sunset haired table maiden hovered over her. She placing her hands cautiously on her cheeks for comfort leaning down to whisper shakily, "Stay still Eivor....", holding her head tight as tears began to expel from the corner of the ravens eyes, watching her eyebrows furrow and bellow in agony.

Her mumbled screams under the cloth made it nearly unbearable to watch as the young Jarlkonas eyes shot open, bloodshot and slick with sweat dripping down her pale face begging for relief. "Just hold on little sister...Okay? She's almost done." Sigurd exclaimed calmly, trying not to cry himself as he watched the seer work quickly to save the Ravensclans jarl, peeling her sensitive flesh to clean and sanitize the wound.

"Fire..."

The seer stated to Vili, holding a hand behind her as the poor man stood with uncertainty and shock. He reached slowly for an embered piece of metal from the rolling fire, trying to pull himself out of the daze that befell him before handing the bar to the seer. She snatched it out of his hands with vigor- nodding to the ones helping before shoving it into her wound. Eivor's back arched, her tears now soaking the bed as her mumbled screams were almost loud enough to hear in full- forcing Vili attention towards her.

He shot to the side of the bed next to the seer and grabbed Eivors hand- holding her down by the stomach as she kicked and squirmed- trying to move away from what was causing her harm before the seer continued. Her grip was nearly breaking- but Vili didn't care, despite the smell of burnt flesh and iron tinged blood, she was alive- and he would take any form of pain if it meant she were by his side as he watched the seer grill the wound shut to stop the bleeding, and purge the remaining poison.

Once the volva finished and the metal had cooled, she threw it to the floor and pulled out an iron needle, some raw sinew, and a small bag of yarrow from her pocket to close the wound- feeling Eivor's grip wane with relief once the fate reader finished and applied an opium laced salve, numbing the area completely. "Shh, shh , Wolf-kissed...you'll be okay..." Vili hummed to her, kissing her calloused hands.

He joined her on the bed, releasing both Randvi and the cloth from service, watching her chest instantly fill with labored breaths. He took her pulse, feeling her heart begin its decent to normalcy as the sense of urgency vanished from his hugr. 'Shes safe', He thought to himself with relief seeing her eyes open for the first time- ever so slightly. A small, painful grin emerged on her lips. Seeing a healthy prince in front of her safe from harm. She reached up to him shakily only for it to be captured and encased with his own

"You...Oka- * cough *-",

She gripped her chest. Each word bearing the weight of a thousand needles in her chest, rendering her incapable to speak as Vili shook his head, hushing her on the spot. "Do not worry for me Wolf Kissed. We are all safe" He tucked a soaked hair behind her ear as the seer cautiously strode forward, lifting Eivors head from the bed with a tonic in hand.

"Drink it Eivor, to purged the poison from your system."

The raven choked it down one chug at a time- each gulp met by relief as she tried to withhold the vomit that was simmering in her gut while maintaining the pain she just went through. She felt the wound resonant with discomfort understanding the cost and repercussions of her ignorance as she began to cough violently, shooting up right to get some air into her lungs till her labored breaths began to stabilize, making it easier for oxygen to permeate.

She took a deep breath, now fully deprived from any sensation while trying to make sense of her current surroundings... deciphering between a dream and reality. Her fingers slip up her face trying to feel something but couldn't. Seeming as time started to move very slowly with her vision doubled- she knew the tonic was a powerful drug using her strongest arm to bolster herself up, seeing the clan leaders standing closely together. Circling her in the most capricious way, with wide smiles and in thankful manner.

Relieved-

That one of the strongest warriors to date was still alive and somewhat well as the cooling effects of the medication started to work, making her sweat profusely from every pore in her body. "Poison?", Eivor questioned dawning at the broken arrow by the bed as the double vision aligned itself, helping her rejuvenate what little strength she had left. "Someone shot you, sister....we haven't found who... We thought... We thought you were dead-", Sigurd exclaimed as Eivor took a moment to understand.

'Did I actually die?'

She thought, her twisted memories starting to unfurl into separate entities, recreating the scene of the wolves howling in the moonlight, the arrow, and her otherworldly experience- one she wouldve gladly return to especially after the butchery she's experienced observing both Randvi and her brother kneel before her, laying their hands on her thigh whilst trying to make sense of how she lived after being shot so close to the heart and with poison.

"Despite what happened. Im glad you're alive Wolf-Kissed." Vili said dabbing the sweat from her face with a concerned smile. The worry in his eyes casted a line to the Raven as she placed a weary hand on his shoulder and gripped as hard as she could. Her form of a thank you, at least in this state. He nodded in kind and released her hand watching her bring it back up to her chest.

Oh the pain...

Even though the medication took care of the wound on the externally- internally...? Well, that was a different story. She tried to roll her shoulder but was met with insufferable pain as she fell forward with unwilling tears streaming down her face. She took an attempt on a deep breath, gripping her chest as she recollected her thoughts forcing the room silent.

'It has something to do with the prophecy... but the vision..... Vili and I was shown no such destruction except conquering Wessex- Which is an impossible feat... We need more information...',

She said to herself as she rolled slowly to the edge of the bed with Vilis help, feeling the prickles of her wound radiate as the ache of the poisons effects kicked in- sending shivers throughout her body. "Did you...cough... find the assaliant... ", She asked. Everyone in unison shaking their heads as they waited for her to continue while she threw the remains of the slimy medicinal concoction down, wiping the remnants off her face before handing the bowl back with haste.

"And you seer...Have you seen anything...? Any indication of why Im being targeted?",

Eivor asked, her vision now getting cloudy from the excessive talking and moving as her hand reached up to her temples just as her eyebrows furrowed. She felt the pounding of her heart try to expel the poison from her system while the lightness of her mind start to intensify. she was losing grip- making Vili take notice. He placed a hand on her lower back for support as the brush of cold wind from the window tickled her cheek, waking her up enough to focus.

Whilst trying her best not to die- again, she rested her arms on her knees and tried to pull herself to standing position forcing the others to close to help but fell back on the bed- underestimating her weakness as her whole world began to spin. "Easy Eivor...", Sigurd exclaimed hovering before her with open arms as guidance, "Perhaps you should sit for a while?", Randvi exclaimed repositioning her Jarl on the edge of the bed.

"No...Time"

Eivor pushed out, mustering all the strength she had but fell back into position. The frustration of it all was more intense than the wound itself and after finally giving up, she peered to the seer in question, who was preforming a ritual of bones. Breaking the ribcage of a dead raven and wolf before casting them into the rolling fire as steamed smoke started to rise- filling the room with the smell of charcoaled carrion and ash.

The seer threw her head back, inhaling the smoke as a vision occurred. Hearing the mumbles of her conversing with the fates to determine theirs. The frail woman's eyes rolled back till both holes were white- now chanting runes throughout the hut forcing everyone's silence. It was then the wind began to whistle the boned chimes outside the door hearing small voices whispers throughout the hut as a ghostly chill filled the room with caution till complete silence fell before them leaving a stillness in the air that left the leaders stagnant and on edge. "Randvi-" Sigurd whispered as a hand shot up to his mouth, "Shh!", forcing the table maiden to kneel on the ground in front of Eivor nervously anticipating the next few moments before the wind blew through the window violently- making the fire vanish almost instantaneously.

"Erke!?",

"Stowe- Wheres Eivor!?",

"Shes here!",

"Stay calm- all of you...."

A shroud of darkness surrounded them-a powerful feeling emerging from the shadows as if their every move was being watched. Everyones hands fell upon their weapons, feeling their hair stand on end simultaneously- ready to strike when needed as the wind began to pick up again feeling the breeze tickle the fuzz on their cheeks. They closed in on the bed to protect Eivor, who was lost in the shroud of darkness, hearing the voices speak to her.

It wasnt an unfamiliar feeling. She had been to the darkness before but something was different this time. The magic she felt was a bold presence as she closed her eyes to better understand what was happening but to no avail until she heard a small voice. "...your fate..." it said. So faint, so frail- she caught a glimpse of the seers face, startling her out of her focus as the fires and candles reignited themselves showing volva standing straight and lifeless.

The leaders felt instant relief relaxing themselves as they checked their surrounding, hearing and seeing everything as normal. "That was an odd experience" Stowe exclaimed. "That was a first for me...thats for sure." Alefgar responded as they were hushed by the table maiden once again turning their attention to the witchy figure.

They watched as her head cocked backwards while drawing her fingers down her face with the ravens blood- licking her fingertips for extra measure, before making steps towards the injured jarl- twitching and groaning. Her movements laid in suspicion leaving the guests curiously anticipating the answer as they observe the seer kneel in front of Eivor, placing a hand above her stomach while making eye contact,

"The bones read.... a fired rebellion.... due to a union between a Prince and a Legend.", Eivor shook her head removing the seers hand from her stomach while trying to prevent hers from regurgitation. "You speak in tongues Seer. Tell us what you know in plain words." The seer stood up and smiled, remaining silent as the other leaders tried to discern her wisdom filling the room with immediate chatter. The irritation grew unshackled and lack of patience for both Eivor and Vili enabled the childhood sweetheart to stand up- towering over the frail witchy woman. "Speak", He commanded- his brow fire forcibly insisting as his fists began to ball up- seeking answers to protect his loved one.

Though the seers purpose... falls far from that.

"The letter mentioned Ragnarok... Could this rebellion with the picts be linked to it?", Stowe asked bringing himself forward to keep the Hemming prince from committing a shameful murder.... but she still remained silent, leaving Randvi to fill in the blanks to keep the peace- "I don't believe that...level of carnage is coming Stowe...", The sickly drengir forced herself to get up, unable to take the first step from the lack of strength she carried as the fate reader began to utter,

"The gods.... wish for your union."

Pointing to Eivor who was wavering between reality and the dream world, on the verge of collapse and Vili who was ready to catch her. The sickly raven peered up to the fate reader in anger but unable to hold herself, falling into Vili's chest while trying to remain conscious to hear the rest. Vili quickly used his hands for support, placing one on her upper arm and the other on her lower back as both Jarls gave the seer darting looks- like two vipers on the verge of striking their prey. Till she finally caved, taking note of their position;

"A bountiful suggestion for England- but a dangerous one. The wind does not whisper of Ragnarok... but the bones read for a difficult path... One that claims the uncertainty of death and the reward... of glory. That is all."

The seer turned back to her duties, placing herself in front of the fire in chant as Eivor was unable to keep balance, feeling her legs begin to buckle before Vili swooped her off her feet. "Whoa there Wolf-Kissed....", taking care due to injury and her body as he carried her in his arms, peering down with placid eyes. It was a look she's always admired that often gave her butterflies- even in this state.

This in turn forced exchanged looks between the leaders watching the seers words unfurl with certainty as they observe Eivor gave him a weak smile, returning some color to her cheeks with a light pink blush. Embarrassing enough as it is, she didn't have the energy to complain or stay awake as she felt her vision getting hazy. She brought her injured arm up and grasped a piece of cloth from his chest covering his heart- The gesture making Vili blush himself as he watched her drift off into sleep- clutching him close. It warmed his heart enough to make him chuckle as the corners of his lips lifted, realizing the walls she had put up were completely diminished- trusting him to protect her in her moment of vulnerability. Only this time- he will not fail again, nor ever. He nodded to the grinning warriors around him, turning swiftly to make his exit- It was time to get her to a more secure area.

Somewhere she could be safe.

"Halfdan wants her in the castle. Its best she stays there... Valka will be here soon to take over her care", Randvi mentioned leading Vili out the door with the other leaders close behind, highly focused and wary of their surroundings and once they stepped out... they were blessed with a sight to behold. Nearly every local and visitor from every territory, Saxons, Danes, and Norse alike holding candles and burning woods in support of their fallen hero. Flowers were being thrown on the ground before them as they walk past hearing the bold wails of the civilians mourning their hero.

A ritual everyone pulled together in honor of the Great Wolf-Kissed.

So many would kill for support like this. Vili and Eivor? They had it. Making this prophecy seem more real than perceived. He carried her all the way to the castle without breaking a sweat. Moving slow enough so she wouldn't wake but quick enough to give her the comfort and security she needed- and after placing her in a secured room within the castle, Eivor was fast asleep with Vili next to the bed, axe-ready, to protect her till the death.

"Valka will be here soon. Please...Watch her..."

Sigurd asks, placing a hand on his shoulder only to receive a quick nod in compliance as Vili started tending to Eivor with Moiria who gave ailments for the poison. Vili could feel his anger bloom every time he watched her face wince from the pain. Her labored breathing making his hair stand on edge- Worried she may drift away from him again as he began to tap his foot nervously, seeing the droplets of sweat drip from her skin as it became painstakingly harder to watch. It wasn't until a tear was shred that he shot up ready to annihilate and uproot all of Europe.

"I want answers...."

He grunted under his breath turning to face the other leaders who were in deep thought, "The assailant clearly had a way in without being noticed. To be that close to Eivor and Vili without anyone seeing them?", The room fell silent, each chieftain looking to each other for ideas but had none. Until Alefgar spoke up and pointed out that there wasn't a way.

"There has to be a traitor.",

"There has to be. How else would anyone be able to wander in without being noticed?" Broder exclaimed, backing Alefgar's deduction- hastily, leaving all eyes on him. Nervously, Broder walked up to the edge of Eivor's bed only to be blocked by Vili with his arms crossed. "Eivor...she didn't deserve this-", Broder exclaimed shakily, forcing a scowl on Vili's face so sharp it could kill on the spot.

Then it hit him.

Border was the only one unaccounted for at the feast for the entirety of the night. Though it was not atypical, considering his drinking habits but- his curiosities still stood. "Where were you on the night of the feast?" Vili commanded as he took steps towards a nerve struck Broder, offended by such a question. "I...I was by the river- sick from ale.", He exclaimed giving a weak alibi that didn't suffice enough for Vili or anyone for that matter. The Prince checked him head to toe for any signs and saw none- even a patch of vomit would suffice but the man was clean as a whistle. This examination in turn changed Broder's whole demeanor. Two bulls standing face-to-face, ready for a holmgang until Vili looked over his shoulder to Eivor and back to him.

Fighting there, wasn't in anyones best interest, especially hers.

Broder spit on the ground before Vili's feet, taking a couple steps back in silence to join Erke and Stowe to tuck himself in a corner and away from prying eyes while still locked in a battle of scowls as Sigurd pitched in to break the tension. "Eivor will live, right now we need to find who is boldly attacking the Jarls in the open..."

And thus the investigation began.

It started with Vili being honest about the visions, which was no surprise to anyone, and what happened after- leaving the part where they almost kissed, out, to keep speculation at a minimum for the childhood sweethearts. "She was shot from behind as the wolves howled, but I did not see anyone on our path or near us. The shot must've came from above, or from hiding", Vili exclaimed which in turn lead them to their first clue.

The arrow.

After analyzing the broken weapon, they noticed the pict carvings and arrow head style confirming. "It was the picts who made the shot." Vili announced having much experience with the mountain warriors- It all came down to, how they got in. The group of leaders left the raven to rest, checking the location of where she could've been shot from and found poison droplets in the snow from a bush closets to the docks. "the poison..." He tasted it with his finger, spitting it out riotously before following the evidence, "they lead over there...", Vili announced- despite the danger, pursued the trail to the southern walls followed with Alfegar, Broder, Erke and Stowe. The path itself lead to a crack in the walls that protected Jorvik, big enough for someone to slip through.

"This is where they entered."

Stowe exclaimed stating that they should follow as Erke went to receive horses- meeting on the other side of the wall to prepare for their journey. "Lets get going. We cant suffer any more surprises." Broder said though the look of concern on his face was easily misplaced as Vili still held his suspicions close about ale chuggers whereabouts that evening. Though at this moment Vili adopted the ideology to keep your friends close and your enemies closer so that he may strike silently when theres need.

He hopped on his white dire wolf giving everyone a glare before taking off into the distance without word. "Something is off with Hemmingston....." Erke pointed out as Stowe concurred while everyone mounted themselves to press forward. "He carries feelings for Eivor. Isn't that obvious?", Broder exclaimed with jealousy in his voice that spoke more than he intended, shooting off into the distance after Vili with the others close by. Regardless of the tension- after a long period of time where the men cooled their brow fire, the group caught up to Vili overlooking a massive camp at the base of the mountain with yet another path to the other side, making the blood thirsty Vikingr....

Ready to find answers. 

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[sonnefuchs]

Not My Time

Warning:  Angst, mention of blood

Happy ending

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Alfred paced in front of him, his fingertips steepled, enjoying the moment.

“I think you’ll find, your great warrior has finally fallen to Christ’s blade.”  Alfred sneered.

Guthrum stared at him in horror.  Eivor’s eyes flicked from Alfred’s to Guthrum’s.

“No, not Ubba.” A horse whisper left Guthrum’s mouth as his eyes grew hard at the realization.

Alfred smirked and looked down at them.

“Your army is defeated.  You will not leave here ali..”

The doors burst open and a figure soaked in the blood of battle stomped up between the pews.

“You thought we would fall so easily!”  He spat at Alfred.

“You!”  Alfred shouted, surprised.

“You thought that army would take down Ubba Ragnarsson!”  He roared.  Ubba threw his axe, embedding it into one of Alfred’s guards.

Two warriors walked in quickly behind Ubba, their axes drawn.

The other guard was taken out swiftly, leaving Alfred standing in a church surrounded by Danes and Norse.

“Ubba!”  Eivor cried out, relieved to see him.

“Little king, your army is gone.” He removed his axe and flicked his head at the Danes behind him, “Take him away.”  They grabbed him and hauled him out of the church

Guthrum walked up and grasped Ubba’s arm in greeting.  Nodding his head, he left Ubba and Eivor alone.  Ubba walked over to Eivor, stoic as ever but a slight sheen to her eyes.

Placing his big hands on her shoulders, Ubba leaned his forehead down to touch hers.

“The Norns said it was not my time.”   He said softly.

Eivor placed her hands up on Ubba’s chest, breathing deeply, feeling that he was still alive, his heart beating under her touch.

“I thought the Valkyries had called you.  That you were feasting in Odin’s Hall.”  She choked out.

He kissed her forehead, and then tucked her head under his chin, his arms tightening his embrace.

“Odin can wait for I have Valhalla in my arms.”

[jpdoingart]

Ubba and Eivor.

Finally finished this (by adding Ubba) a thousand years after starting it 😆😅

[krankittoeleven]

WIP Wordsearch Game

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is everyone alright?" Soma asks.

"Yeah," Eivor replies.

"Yes," says Randvi.

"Yup," Ivarr cackles.

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

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

"Don't worry about him right n—"

"Hey, come on Eiv-—"

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

Vili huffs but remains silent.

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

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

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

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

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

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter Two

Masterlist

"As soon as I get back, we're going back to Ravensthorpe. Stay here and rest."

After making sure you were well settled, Eivor leaves Tamworth to go find Sigurd and Ubba to find Burgred's wife. According to Ceolbert, she was still in Templebrough and was the only one who knew where her husband was hiding. He left almost two days ago. You stayed in hiding, ashamed of your behavior. Ivarr's words were spinning in your head. A frightened little mouse. Ivarr was right. It was what you were everyday. The night was the worst time of the day. At nightfall, the slightest noise made you jump, you slept badly and were prey to his nightmares. What could you do to fight them? You had tried so many times, without results. You were too weak.

"You don't have to fight (Y/N). Sigurd and I fight for you."

Yes, Sigurd and Eivor have always fought for you. They had always fought for you. Everyone who hurt you had to face your brothers, never you. You had asked them to train you, but they still refused to harm you. No one in Ravensthorpe wanted to hurt you. Everyone knew your tragic and horrible story. Everyone was taking tweezers with you. You had gotten too used to it, you had become weak. You were brought back to reality by hearing a woman vociferate. You saw Ubba and Sigurd enter the barn with a group of four women. Three servants and a noble lady. Probably Burgred's wife. Ceolbert explained to you that he heard Leofrith dispatching soldiers to protect Aethelswith. Obviously, that didn't stop your brothers and Ubba from capturing her.

"Hey, (Y/N). Can we talk?" Sigurd asked, coming closer to you.

You nodded slightly, following Sigurd out of the barn, allowing Ubba to question Aethelswith. He took you to a quiet corner, where he was sure no one could hear your talk.

"Eivor explained your situation to me. What happened with Ivarr? Did he hurt you?"

"No. No, he didn't," you say, fiddling with your fingers nervously. "He just said one thing to me that makes me realize that some things aren't going as well as I thought."

"What do you mean? You're doing a great job."

"Stop it Sigurd. It's not true! I'm useless on a battlefield! The only thing I can do is surprise the enemy and then... I just know how to stay back and hope that the battle is over as quickly as possible," you said, looking upset at him. "And you say I'm doing a good job? If one of your drengrs acted like I do, you would have kicked them out without even giving one another chance. Am I wrong?"

Sigurd was speechless hearing your tirade. He took a deep breath before shaking his head, agreeing with you. If one of his drengers acted like you did. Sigurd would have banished him immediately, but he couldn't banish you. You were his beloved little sister. He loved spoiling you, more than Randvi. He had been away for two winters, leaving behind a young girl and on returning home he had found a young woman. But right now it was a broken, exhausted young woman in front of him. Sigurd sighed, putting his arm around you, pulling you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.

"We'll find a solution," he said, hugging you. "I promise you we'll find a solution."

You nodded your head slightly. You didn't seem convinced by Sigurd's words. You pulled away from your brother's embrace, smiling at him and telling him you were feeling better. Lie, but at least that reassured Sigurd. He placed a last kiss on your forehead before returning to Ubba. You took a deep breath, leaning against the wall, sliding down it, sitting down on the muddy floor. What could you do? What were you supposed to do?

"You can hide here like a coward if you want little mús. You seem to be good at it. After all, we each have our fights and it looks like you haven't won yours. As long as you refuse to win, you'll stay a scared little mouse."

Win? How could you win against a monster? Just thinking about him, you became again this terrified little girl hiding in a trunk, watching helplessly the people who are dear to you being massacred. You got up, brushing the mud from your pants before finding Ubba and the Ragnarssons brothers. Eivor came out of the barn, announcing that he knew where Burgred was. All they had to do was go find him and capture him. Ubba asked you to watch Lady Aethelswith and make sure she or her servants do not run away. Aethelswith was giving you a dirty look as you leaned against the wall, staring at them.

"And you, who are you?" Lady Aethelswith asked bitterly, crossing her arms across her chest, looking like a stern grandmother.

"The sister of those who captured you," you say in the same tone.

"I see. You are the whore who killed men of God."

"If your husband had been braver, his men would still be alive. The only one to blame is the cowardice of the king who did not hesitate to abandon his men and his wife. What kind of faithful and caring husband, a king, can abandon his wife, his queen, to her fate?" you asked, arching an eyebrow. "Whatever, you don't look better, you used your servant, much braver than you who was ready to sacrifice herself for her queen who took to her heels at the first opportunity."

You could see in her eyes that Aethelswith had a mad desire to kill you. You sat with the group of Saxon women praying to their God to help them through this ordeal. You couldn't help thinking that their God was cruel to them. How cruel your gods have been to you. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you saw your brothers and the Ragnarssons brothers return with none other than Burgred. Aethelswith quickly passed you, calling for her dear and tender, who quickly came to meet her.

"My lady! Are you injured? Did they hurt you?" he asked, glaring at you.

"Nice to see you again," you say as you move closer to the couple.

"No, no. I'm fine," reassured his wife.

"Move along, lord. Your king awaits," Eivor said, showing Burgred the way.

"Your death will come. Your end was write the moment you wame for me. I have made damned on that!" the king swore, turning to Eivor.

"The Zealos will know your names soon enough. No matter where you are, or how far you travel, they will hunt you down!"

"Enough of that, you squeaking sparrow," Sigurd ordered, glaring at the former king sternly before punching him.

Burgred fell unconscious, under the bewildered gaze of Aethelswith. Sigurd slung Burgred over his shoulder, leading him to the barn. There was still some time until Ceolwulf's coronation. Eivor and Ivarr went their separate ways, leaving you alone. You walked around Tamworth, watching the people celebrating. News of Burgred's capture had gone around. The drengrs drank, sang and danced. Everyone seemed so happy. A sigh escaped your lips as you finally found a quiet corner. Gods you hated all that noise. You lit a fire, settling on the ground. You were sure and certain that Eivor or Sigurd would join you. They always managed to find you.

You jumped when you heard a branch snap. A man who must have been in his fifties came up to the side, asking if he could sit by the fire. You nodded slightly, allowing him to settle down. The man had two mugs of mead. He handed you the full tankard, saying that everyone should celebrate the coronation of the new king. You glared at the man, telling him you didn't drink mead. A lie, but you didn't trust people you didn't know. You didn't care if it was a drengr of Ubba and Ivarr. It was one of yours who had killed your parents and orphaned them. You ignored the man who was trying to strike up a conversation with you, letting him know you had no intention of befriending or having a conversation. Night was beginning to fall when Eivor arrived near you, completely drunk. You saw the man wince when you saw your brother lying down beside you. The drengr rested his head on your lap, wondering why you hadn't come to get drunk with him. The man got up and walked away from the fire, not without glaring at the Wolf-kissed. This guy was really weird.

"Are you doing well?" Eivor asked, waving his hand in front of your face, catching your attention.

"The man that was sitting there. He was really weird," you say running your hand through his hair.

"He hurt you?"

"No, he made me feel uncomfortable and... he gave you a funny look."

"Probably a guy I had to punch in the face," he said, starting to fall asleep. "I'll talk to this guy... tomorrow..."

Eivor fell asleep like a rock, snoring so loudly he could wake Thor himself. You leaned back better against the tree trunk putting you to sleep in turn. You were awakened the next day by Eivor for the coronation. You hurried to reach the longhouse. Fortunately, you had arrived in time.

"Where were you two?" Sigurd asked sternly.

"He kept me awake because of his snoring and he used me as a pillow," you say looking at Eivor.

"You're our hangover cure," the concern said with a sneer.

"That's right," Sigurd replied.

You nudged your giggling Jarl in the stomach. Ivarr and Ubba arrived, escorting the fallen king to Ceolwulf. Burgred gazed intently at his old friend who was seated on his throne, surrounded by pagans. Like the others, you observed the interaction of the two men. Burgred was determined to retain his title. Burgred approached Ceolwulf when he recognized her, commenting that the goshawks of justice did not suit him. You leaned towards Sigurd, asking if the coronation was going to be okay on Burgred went on like this. Sigurd put his arm around your shoulders, telling you that everything was going to be fine.

"You stand before us to accept this witan's unanimous decision," said the Anglo-Saxon man. "That you are unfit to rule and are hereby deposited. We demand the abdiction of your kingdom and your crown to Thegn Ceolwulf."

All eyes fell on Ceolwulf. The Thegn rose from his throne, telling his former king that Mercia had spoken. He held out his hand to Burgred, ordering him to hand over his crown. Burgred eyed Ceolwulf intently, pretending to recognize him before apologizing. He approached his new king, telling him that the trappings of justice did not suit him and that if heaven no longer wanted him for you, let him be forgiven for his blindness. He asked for his crown which the Anglo-Saxon man brought to him. Burgred picked up the crown, eyeing it intently. The former king sneered, again asking forgiveness for his temper. He stood there, straight, for he had never learned to kneel in the ground. Burgred approached Ceolwulf handing him the crown before kneeling before him commenting that it was finally easy to kneel without fear or feeling. Burgred laughed at him. Ivarr shouted that he deserved the death penalty for that. According to the laws of your people, it was true. Anyone who mocked a king deserved to die. But obviously, Burgred was trying to use what little power he had left to impose his conditions before giving up his crown. He was brought back to reality by receiving a slap from Ceolwulf.

"You fool! Look around you. You have no leverage here. Plead for your life, for it's the only thing these men will grant you."

Burgred looked around to see that no one was supporting him. Your brothers approached him, as did the Ragnarssons sons.

"Yes... yes. Forgive le, I... do not harm me, I beg of you. Please. I'll go anywhere. here!" he said, handing the crown to Ceolwulf. "I resign it! here!"

Ceolwulf took the crown that was rightfully his, turning his back on the fallen king. His first order was to send Burgred and his wife to Rome, banishing them forever. A man carried the fallen king out of the house. Ceolwulf put the crown on his head. The witan announced to recognize Ceolwulf second of the name as king of Mercia. A just king. A king of mercy. The people acclaimed their new king. But you were still puzzled. Will Ceolwulf be up to it?

The joy was short-lived, as a northern woman quickly entered the longhouse, announcing that Mercian soldiers were marching on Repton. Ubba spoke of Leofrith, to which Ivarr commented that this dog was faithful unto death. Eivor approached the brothers, telling them to round up their men and divide them between the North and South gates. It should divide the enemy forces. Sigurd put your hand on your shoulder, telling you to stay here until he comes back and you're safe. Your brothers and the Ragnarssons brothers quickly left the longhouse, leaving you alone with Ceolwulf in a panic.

"Ceolbert is there," he said before turning to you. "(Y/N), you must save my son."

"Me?" you asked surprised. "I... I don't know. I... I can catch Eivor and..."

"(Y/N), it's an order. Save my son."

You nodded slightly before leaving the longhouse to fetch a horse. Why did he have to ask you to save Ceolbert? No, you shouldn't have thought of it like that. You were going to bring a son back to his father, you didn't need to shed blood. You mounted your horse, setting off for Repton. When you arrived there, the city had become a real battlefield. Everything was on fire, the drengrs and the soldiers were killing each other. You got off your horse, looking for Ceolbert. You quickly crossed the battlefield, firing your arrows as a croak reached your ears. You rolled your eyes to see Synin. The crow flew in a circle, above you before flying away. She wanted you to follow her. She had never failed you. You followed the crow, crossing the battlefield, shooting arrows, eliminating those who tried to stop you. You had to cross the river to find Ceolbert standing in front of Leofrith.

"Please. You do not want to do this," Ceolbert begged as he stepped back, tightening his grip on his sword.

Leofrith drew his sword, he had nothing to do with Ceolbert's words. You nocked one of your arrows, aiming between Burgred's hound's feet before firing. Leofrith and Ceolbert froze before turning to you. You put yourself between the two men.

"Let him walk, Leofrith," you say as you pick up another arrow. "You answer to me."

"I answer to my king," he said, glaring at you sternly. "I silence Danes... with this."

Leofrith held up his sword, letting you know he had no intention of talking quietly. You put away your arrow and bow, turning to Ceolbert to take his sword and tell him to back off. The young man nodded slightly before stepping back.

"Lay it by, Leofrith. There's nothing left to fight for," you say, getting into a fighting stance. "My brothers and the Ragnarssons stormed Repton. Only a matter of time."

"I cannot do that."

Leofrith rushed towards you, bringing his sword down on you. You manage to parry the attack with your sword. Attacking yourself. Why did this man have to fight for a man who didn't care about him? Why did you have to fight him? Leofrith threw dirt in your face, blinding you and making you cough. Burgred's right-hand man swung his sword down on you, slicing you from your right shoulder to your left hip. Ceolbert screamed your name as he saw you fall to your knees and saw all the blood escaping from your wound.

"You're weak," Leofrith commented as he kicked your stomach, knocking you to the ground. "And pathetic. You're not worthy of being considered a real fight."

Weak? Yes. Pathetic? No, that was out of the question. Your grip tightened on the sleeve of your sword. You quickly rose to your feet, bringing your sword down on Leofrith. The man was surprised to see you get up and be so upset. You landed sword blow after sword blow. Leofrith tried to parry your attacks, but to no effect. You kicked him in the face, knocking him to the ground. The man was dumbfounded. You got on top of him, stabbing the sword into his arm, making him scream in pain. Ceolbert watched you shock. You had never been so pissed off. You released the sword from Leofrith's arm, pointing it at his face.

"Weak? Yes, I grant you that. I am," you say between your teeth. "Pathetic? Never in the Nine Realms, I wouldn't make anyone feel that way."

"Go on then," he said between two breaths. "End it."

"No appeal to your God? Or your king?"

"I swore an oath to serve Burgred to the death. I fought. I lost. We both know how this goes."

You didn't understand him. How could he continue to serve Burgred? Why was he willing to die for such a man? Now you had his life in his hands. Your attention fell on Ceolbert who was begging you with his eyes not to shed any more blood. You sighed heavily, lowering the sword you dropped to the ground. Leofrith looked at you puzzled as you held out your hand.

"Stand, Leofrith. You're not going to die today."

"What?" he asked, accepting your help.

"It would be unfair of me to kill you without you knowing the truth. Your loyalty to Burgred is not a loyalty returned," you say, tearing off a piece of your tunic to wrap it around his injured arm. "He resigned the crown and fled to Rome. He's gone."

"You lie," he said stepping back, not wanting to believe your words.

"Lie to a man seconds from death? What would I gain?" eyeing Leofrith who seemed resigned. "He saved himself and left you to dia. All this fighting, it's for nothing. For no one. To betray one so trusted, so close... it's a dishonor worth a thousand deaths."

Leofrith nodded slightly, considering your words. Ceolbert moved closer to you, thanking you with a slight nod for letting the man live. Burgred's former right-hand man moved closer to the water, reflecting on the aftermath of his events.

"(Y/N)... you have show me a great kindness," he said turning to you. "It... it is only fitting that I do the same. At Venonis, there is a statue with a scroll laid in a small bowl. Eivor must burn it."

"A Scroll?"

"Eivor's name is on this scroll. At Burgred's request, I put it there. When it is found, the Zealots who read it will hunt him."

"Who are they?" you asked perplexed.

"It doesn't matter now, you haven't much time. Burn the scroll. Or they will never stop hunting him."

"Where will you go now?"

"Rome," he replied sternly.

Leofrith's gaze fell on Ceolbert, he put his hand on his shoulder, smiling at him before leaving. Leaving behind him, the young man and the Dane. A groan of pain escaped your lips as you put your hand on your wound. Ceolbert seemed to remember you were hurt. He asked you if you were okay. You had to cling to him, asking him to take you to your brothers. You needed to be treated as soon as possible. Ceolbert put your arm around his shoulders, he wrapped his arm around your waist, apologizing for the inappropriate closeness, leading you away from the battlefield. You pointed out to the king's son that he was wounded. He reassured you, telling you that it was only a few bruises and gashes from the fight. You considered him lucky, because his wounds will heal quickly. Ceolbert sighed, explaining to you that he had thrown himself on Leofrith, but this one was happy to play with him. Leofrit knew he couldn't do anything against him.

"You should have stayed hidden, Ceolbert," you say between your teeth. "This wasn't your fight."

"That wasn't your fight either," he said as he crossed the stream. "Why did you come?"

"Order from your father. The new king of Mercia. Congratulations, you are a young odlingr or aetheling. Whichever you prefer."

"(Y/N)... thanks for helping me."

"You're welcome."

The duo arrived at the gates of Repton. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Eivor and Sigurd. Your brothers were talking to the Ragnarsson brothers. Their gaze fell on you and the young aetheling who let go of you, being sure that you were steady on your feet. You thanked him with a nod, allowing him to move closer to Ivarr who didn't hesitate to tell him that he was delighted to see him covered in blood and glory. If he continued like this, he would end up as a clan leader. Eivor and Sigurd weren't so thrilled when they saw your sorry state.

"Sister. What happened to you? Why didn't you stay with King Ceolwulf?" Sigurd asked, checking your wound.

"Order from the king to go save his son's ass," you said as you clung to Eivor. "I am fine. It will heal."

"You fought Leofrith alone?" Eivor asked looking at you surprised.

"Surprise?" you asked, grimacing when Sigurd lifted your top to check the depth of the wound.

"It needs to be stitched up as soon as possible." he said straightening up.

"There's a woman who can help him with that. She found herself a few steps from here in a blue tent," Ubba said. "Her name is Kyssa. Go see her quickly."

Sigurd thanked Ubba with a nod, leading you to the tent. Eivor followed suit. The famous Kyssa didn't seem at all surprised to see you so banged. She made a sign for you to sit on the table, the time she prepares the necessary to heal you before telling your two brothers to get out of the tent. You stopped Eivor explaining to him what Leofrit had explained to you with the scroll containing his first name hiding in a statue holding a small bowl to Venonis and that he had to hurry to burn it. Eivor nodded slightly, saying he was going right away. He left the tent, leaving you with Sigurd who left the tent in turn, explaining that he had to speak to the Ragnarsson brothers. You were now alone with Kyssa. This helps you remove your top, revealing your wound.

"Well, you did great," she said, dabbing a water-soaked cloth on your wound. "From your right shoulder to your left hip, I've never seen such a gash before."

"I've always done it big for the first time."

"Was this your first battle?" she asked, putting the rag on the table to take a needle which she passed through the flame of her candle.

"Yes."

"Well, now you're going to taste the joy of being stitched up. Lay down. It won't be long."

You lay back on the table, watching Kyssa thread the thread through the needle before getting to work. You gritted your teeth as you felt her make the first stitch, pulling your ripped flesh together. Kyssa observed your body. She noticed that you had no scars.

"You did great for that first injury," she said, continuing her points.

"Yeah, it's always been that way with me," you say through gritted teeth.

"Was that your first fight?"

"You could say that. I've seen fights. I've been through battlefields, but fighting myself... it never happened."

"Why is that? You seem like a good warrior," she said as she dabbed at the blood.

"My brothers have always fought in my place."

"I see. Brothers a bit overprotective? Hm! Mine was the same. Always taking the ax" out of my hands so I wouldn't hurt myself," she smiled. "That idiot even tried to convince Ubba not to put me on the raids. He was too scared for his darling little sister."

"Really?"

"Oh yes. Don't worry, they'll leave you alone when you prove your worth to them. Which you've probably done, sweetling," she said, cutting the thread with her teeth. "There you are, you're good as new. You just have to wait for the wires to fall before you return to the battlefield. And no training. You have to rest."

"Thank you Kyssa."

"You're welcome sweetling. Can you just tell me your name?"

"(Y/N)."

"Enchant (Y/N)," she said, wrapping bandages around your torso, covering your wound. "You are more docile than the others."

"You have finished?" asked Sigurd.

"Yes, you can come in."

Sigurd entered the tent again, thanking Kyssa for healing you. She helped you put your top back on before she let you go. Sigurd asked you to follow him to a place quite isolated and where he was sure that no one could hear your conversation. Your brother helped you sit up, asking if you weren't in too much pain. You smiled at him, telling him that you were fine and that your wound will heal quickly. Your Jarl nodded, seeming reassured by your words. Silence fell between you two. A restful silence. Despite the battle there was, Repton was calm. As if nothing had happened. It was quite strange. You never stayed at the end of a battle. Every time Sigurd called you, you did what you had to do and then Eivor brought you home, safe and sound. It has always been like this.

"(Y/N) I... I thought about what you said to me when you came back Ledecestre. You're right about one thing. If any of my drengrs acted like you do, I banished him without giving one a second chance," he said, rubbing his hands nervously.

"I know."

"But! That doesn't mean you're useless," he said taking your hand in his. "You are strong sister. You are the bravest and strongest person in his Nine Realms. Yes, Eivor and I fight for you, as you do for us, but I believe... that we a... too much fight for you to avoid making you suffer. I think that after what happened when you were a child, we wanted to avoid that the least evil happens to you. We wanted to give you an easy life without you need to fight whatever. It was a mistake. Not to protect yourself, of course, but..."

"It was a mistake to protect me too much."

"Yes," he said with a sigh. "Eivor and I will never be able to train you as we would like. We always see you as our little sister who we don't want to hurt. So I asked Ubba and Ivarr to train you. welcome to them when you are healed. They are the best able to provide you with a training worthy of the name."

"So... we're going to be separated."

"Only for a while. But it's for a good reason and it's a good reason. I promise you'll be fine."

"I know. What do we do now?"

"I'll take you back to Ravensthorpe with Ceolbert. You'll rest and when the young aetheling receives a letter that he can return to his father, you'll come back with him. You'll probably be well by now."

"Ceolbert must leave Mercia?"

"Yes, there are still Burgred's soldiers lurking around. The king has asked for him to be safe while things calm down," he explained as he stood up. "We'll be on our way. I have to get to the Oxenefordscire quickly."

You nodded, accepting Sigurd's help to get up. He led you to the waiting horses. Ceolbert was in the company of his father, Ubba and Ivarr. The attention of the group arose his tone to arrive and that of your brother. He helped you get on your horse, telling you to tell him if you feel any discomfort during the trip. Ceolbert mounted his mount, asking you if you were all right. You nodded slightly, telling him that Kyssa had you back on your feet in minutes. Ivarr sneered, commenting that you had better be on your feet, as he would personally take care of your training when you return to Mercia. Your gaze rested on Ubba who apologized in advance. Sigurd announced that it was time to go. You followed your brother and Ceolbert, taking one last look at Repton to see that Ivarr was watching you intently. You stared ahead, feeling your heart race. It was really strange.

"I know that look," Ubba said looking down at Ivarr. "Whatever you plan to do against (Y/N), nor think not. She's an ally and sister to a Jarl."

"You forget, Ubba, that I am the one who will be in charge of her training when she comes back here with the twig that clutches the king's offspring."

Ivarr turned his back on his brother and walked away to return to his tent. He put his axe on the table before undressing and lying down on his bed. He stared at the ceiling of his tent, his thoughts directed towards you. A little mús that was full of surprises. To see you covered in blood, dirt and sweat. It had excited him. And now Sigurd had just asked him to train you. A cowardly little mús who returned her meal at the slightest drop of blood and who didn't know how to fight. He was going to be able to play with an innocent little mouse. Fresh and tender flesh. It had been a long time since he had had one in his mouth. He couldn't help but snicker, licking his lips.

"I will devour you."

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Just putting this out there, I'm down to RP some m/m AC Valhalla and open to do a variety of characters 👀

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3, 8, & 14 for the writer ask game.

(there are two questions numbered 3 lol so which ever one you want to do, or both if you want).

Thank you my dear! I have two asks with 3 so I can do one answer for each :D

So, 3. One of my fics that I wish more people would read.

After some umming and ahhing, I think I have to pick the Alexios x Demosthenes 'getting together' fic, So it is With Us. It's a light-hearted, humorous, 'what did you do while you were wildly drunk, Alexios?' story. I mean, they are a rare-pair, so I expected low numbers. Still - it's a personal fave.

8. How do I feel about my most popular fic.

Well... that would be Snatched Moments (for those who don't know, that's the Ubba X Eivor fic written in the first flush of my Ubba/Valhalla obsession.) I fairly recently re-read it, and while it's not how I would write it now, I don't hate it.

I notice though that it's always my most purely fanfic works, the stories that come out of me in direct, pretty much unfiltered response to canon, that I'm the least contented with. This story fits into that category. Something about having to bend the story to someone else's boundaries goes against the grain with me - it doesn't make the work bad, just... less mine, I guess.

14. How much do I plan before I write.

Not much really, definitely not as much as internet advice tells me I should 😂. What little I do is generally based around the timeline (historicity has forced this upon me) and I do spend some time thinking about relationships and characters and character arcs - not in any structured way, and I don't really write much down, but it definitely takes up a lot of my downtime between projects.

This what my planning looks like in physical form... you may imagine this is what it looks like inside my head, too. 😆

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