#ubba x eivor

[jpdoingart]

Ubba and Eivor.

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

[krankittoeleven]

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

[hereforreadandwrite]

Fanfiction Masterlist :

Assassin's Creed Valhalla:

Ivarr The Boneless x Female Reader:

Blood.

There was blood everywhere.

The floor, the walls, the ceiling, the furniture, everything was covered in your parents' blood. You could only watch helplessly as the macabre scene unfolded before your eyes. You weren't strong enough to be able to protect your parents. You had to live with their death on your conscience, but your brothers Sigurd and Eivor managed to ease the burden. Everything seemed to be going well until Sigurd decided to leave Norway to go to England.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Ect...

Mangle

King Rhodri decides to take revenge on Ivarr Ragnarsson by attacking the only thing he had the least bit of affection for: you.

Warning: mutilation, torture, nudity

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Ect.

charlie and the chocolate factory:

Willy Wonka x Female Reader:

Unlike your cousin Charlie Bucket, you hadn't had a chance in life. Your parents abandon you, leaving you in the hands of Mr. and Mrs. Bucket. As long as you can remember, you had to work hard to help them make ends meet. Like your cousin, you admired the famous Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, although you know that it was impossible for you to enter it. At least, that's what you thought.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Finish~

God Of War:

Kratos x Female Reader:

Abandoned

Ragnarok is over. You agreed to follow Kratos and Freya across the nine Realms, but instead of helping them in restorative quests, you will have a completely different revelation.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Finish~

Tyr x Female Reader:

You had a happy life. A loving family and a devoted husband. But every idyllic setting had a dark spot. And you were going to learn it the worst way.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Vikings:

Ragnar Lodbrok and Daughter reader:

Being the eldest daughter of Ragnar Lodbrok and Lagertha is not an easy existence. Everyone expects a lot from you. But it's even less so when you can't stand your own father and his ways.

Chapter One

kuroshitsuji:

Undertaker x Female reader:

Madness part 1

[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.

[troublemakingrebel]

[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 !!

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 : 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

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.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄

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

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

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-

[brasideios]

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. 😆

[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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Assassin’s Creed Odyssey

Alexios: Bow Study || Bright Colours || On Holidays || Head Studies Brasidas: Collection || In ‘Spartan Scene.’ || Wreathed in Gold I || Being Woken || At the Beach || Like a Saint || Like a French girl? || Black and White || Wreathed in Gold II || Head Studies || Watching the Wrestling || Contemplation || Pomegranate Nikolaos Thaletas: Thaletas || Head Studies Herodianos: Character Design Ship: Thalexios - Beneath the Trees || Fic Cover: Love Me in Storms || Tender Ship: Alexidas - Collection || Trying New Things || A Private Moment || Stormy Seas || Forehead Kisses || On Holidays || A Shady Spot || PFPs || Brasideia 2023 || Oof Ship: Alexithenes: One Night in Athens Ship: Herodietas - Painting

Assassin’s Creed Valhalla

Male Eivor: Armour Study collection || Armour Study 1 || Armour Study 2 || Head study Ubba Ragnarsson: Collection Ship: Ubba x male Eivor: Collection || An Intent Look Sunniva Ivarr & Halfdan Ragnarsson

Other Media:

Hades (Game): Ares: Collection || Modern Ares Ship: Thanares Ship: Zagares - In Elysium The Sandman: Dream of the Endless (Trapped) Pyre (Game): Volfred Sandalwood

Original Characters

Roman:

Hand of Fortuna (published novel): Lartia || Lartia tipsy Gates of Janus (WIP novel): Titus Lartius || Titus Lartius and Juventa

Spartan:

The Good Spartan (fanfic, on AO3): Antidas: Collection || Scene - Panel One || Pose Studies || Smiling || Redesign (w/ short hair) Adimantos: Collection || Pose Studies || Relaxing Bardas

Hollow Lakedaimon (WIP novel): Eukleidas

Spartan Scenes: In the Gym || It Started with a Thwack || The Palaestra (Trad media) || WIP The Gymnasium || Training the Horses || Adimantos, Brasidas, Antidas

Ancient art redraws:  Spartans Hunting Boar ||

Other:

Arity (WIP novel) : Jimmy || Two Portraits The Artist (WIP novel): Fred || Agricultural Worker (1920's) Lief & Ember (Minecraft OCs) : Sleeping || Lief portrait Colour Studies: Man in Sea || Sadulaev (Olympic Wrestler)

Art of Things Other than People

Colourful Things: Colourful eggs || Egg = Olive? || Colourful Things ||Trees || Flowers in the Clouds || Olive Tree || More Colourful Things|| Symbolic self-portrait ||

Realism: Landscapes: Ancient World (sketches) || Sparta ||

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WIP Wordsearch Game

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is everyone alright?" Soma asks.

"Yeah," Eivor replies.

"Yes," says Randvi.

"Yup," Ivarr cackles.

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

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

"Don't worry about him right n—"

"Hey, come on Eiv-—"

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

Vili huffs but remains silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter One

/!\ mutilation, torture, nudity /!\

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It was so cold, so damp and so dark. You were lying in the fetal position in the corner of the room. The smell of mold was unbearable. How long have you been locked in this room? There was no window. You have been a prisoner of King Rhodri for several days. He had been torturing you for several days. He wanted you to tell him everything you knew about Ivarr and Ubba's fighting tactics. You held on. You refused to tell him anything. For Ivarr, for Ubba, for all your Viking brothers and sisters. If you had to die and rot in Helheim to protect your loved ones, you were prepared to suffer this dishonour. You jumped when you heard the door to the room open. The king had arrived for your daily torture. You watched him walk around the room, hanging his torch on the wall before approaching the table where several tools were waiting for him.

"So pagan, you still haven't decided to reveal what you know about your people? No one will come to save you. You know it. So why do you keep protecting them?" Rhodri asked, taking a knife before turning to the cage.

"Never… better die…," you say between two breaths.

"That's what will happen to you, heathen. But not before you suffer as God wills to atone for your peach trees."

"He might not see the end of it," you say, chuckling. "Your stupid God… how can he find the time to judge all these people?"

"Little bitch!" he cried, shoving the knife into the table.

Rhodri opened the cage door wide, grabbing a handful of your hair to drag you out of the cage. You grabbed his wrist, trying to scratch him and get him to let go, to no avail. You were weak. Rhodri could do whatever he wanted with you. The king took off your clothes before forcing you to sit on a chair with many iron spikes that dug into your skin. You bit your lip as hard as you could, stifling a cry of pain as it bound your wrists and thighs, forcing you to sink deeper into that seat. It was like that every day, he had the imagination to make you suffer the worst pain.

"So? Do you like this new seat? I got some new toys. And God forgive me for that, but I can't wait to use them against you," he said, gesturing to one of his men. to return so that he brings the toys in question. "It's going to be painful, but our Lord is merciful."

"Fuck you asshole! Ivarr will get your head! Like all the other kings he killed!" you exclaimed before spitting a mollard at Rhodri's feet.

"Ivarr? Hm! Who do you think gave him that scar?" he asked, chuckling. "If I understood correctly, you are close to him? In that case, I will bind you forever."

Rhodri returned to the table, picking up his knife before moving closer to you. You swallowed hard, realizing what he was planning to do. You began to resist a prayer to Frigg's glory, begging her to give you strength to get through this ordeal. Rhodri grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back. You glared at the Breton as he placed the blade of his knife on the top of your forehead. He pressed just enough, he wanted to make sure his marks would stay on his face for life. You couldn't suppress a cry of pain escaping your lips as you felt the blade rip through your flesh and your right eye. He lowered the blade down your chin. He took a step back, admiring his masterpiece before shaking his head.

"It's not okay, we need more," he said, moving closer to you. "Ivarr will be able to contemplate another failure."

Rhodri went back to work, inflicting three more wounds on you. He had amused himself by mutilating your body for an entire week and now he was attacking your face. You were praying to Thor to give Ivarr the strength to slaughter that guy. After completing his artwork, Rhodri was laughing and clapping. Proud of what he had done. You struggled to stay conscious. The pain was unbearable.

Your first thought was to wonder if Ivarr was going to continue to find you attractive with all the scars you were going to carry for life. You were disfigured for life, this damn seat was going to mark your back, your arms and your legs for life. How would he react seeing you in this state? What was he going to think? You were looking at Rhodri with your one good eye. You could vaguely see him returning to the table, checking his other toys when the sound of the horn echoed through the castle. A soldier quickly entered the room, announcing to Rhodri that the Ragnarsson and their armer were at the gates of the castle. The king chuckled as he approached you. He leaned into your ear, his hot, repulsive breath caressing your skin, making you want to vomit.

"Looks like your bastard lover is on my doorstep. I'll give him a warm welcome, then I'll take care of you."

Rhodri let go of you and moved closer to the soldier, ordering him to make sure no one enters this room. The smell of blood made you nauseous. You felt weak and your wounds continued to bleed, knocking you unconscious.

The party was in full swing in Repton, people were celebrating the rise of their new king. But you were in the huge tent, looking at maps of England, thinking of new places to explore or plunder. You folded the map, putting it away with the others before taking your notebook to write down the places and places that could be looted and the resources Repton needed.

"What are you doing here, woman?"

You turned towards the entrance of the tent to see that it was none other than Ivarr. Your lover took care to close the opening of the tent, giving you some privacy. You showed him your notebook and the notes you were taking. Ivarr sighed dramatically as he moved closer to you.

"Don't you think it's a bit late for work?" he asked, sitting down on the table.

"So what? We have to think about what's next. There are other places to go pillars and places to explore," you say, going to get a new map. "I even found some kings you could kill and inflate your royal kill number."

"That's generous of you," he said, stepping down from the table to get closer to you. "Very generous indeed."

Ivarr put his hands on your hips, pressing his body against yours. He brushed your hair from your neck to lay his lips there, nibbling at your tender skin.

"Ivarr… I still have work to do," you say, unsticking yourself from your lover to bring the card to the table.

Ivarr followed you without saying anything. Which was rare. You settled back at the table, unfolding the map, placing miniatures on it. The drengr moved behind you, placing his hands on either side of your body, trapping you between him and the table. You tried to ignore him, continuing to place figures and take notes. He pulled your hair from your neck, once again placing his lips there. You were trying to resist the temptation, but this guy knew what to do to crack you up. He had you trapped. It was impossible for you to run away. You melted into the arms of the drengr. Ivarr turned you to him so he could ravish your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You felt him smile against your lips. You backed away, running your hand over his gash. You were the only person in his nine realms to have the privilege of touching his scar. You were surprised to feel your right eye become sore. You put your hand over your sore eye, moaning in pain. Ivarr was stepping back, looking at you puzzled. You pulled your hand away, noticing that it was covered in blood. What was happening?

You woke up with a start when you heard the door to the room slam against the wall. You vaguely heard someone say, "I found her." You tried to raise your head, without success. You were trying to make out the face of the person who came to save you. He removed your restraints, making you leave this chair. A moan of pain escaped your lips as your savior ran his hand through your blood-soaked, greasy hair. You tried to make out your savior's face, but your vision was too blurry for you to make out anything.

"(Y/N). (Y/N), can you hear me?" asked the person rocking you.

You couldn't help smiling when you recognized your savior's voice. It was none other than Ivarr the Boneless. He had come to get you.

"You came…," you said weakly. "I knew you would come… I always knew."

"Hush, woman," he said, tugging on a sheet, knocking the items off the table.

Ivarr draped the sheet over your bruised body before lifting you off the ground, carrying you away from this torture chamber.

Rhodri was kneeling before Ubba, Halfdan, Sigurd and Eivor. The king glared at the Boneless when he saw it return with your semi-conscious form. This one had to use all that willpower to resist the urge to massacre him on the spot. Seeing your condition, Ubba told his brother to look as soon as possible to Bishop Deorlaf, he will know how to heal your wounds. Ivarr gave Rhodri one last look, telling his brothers and allies to keep him alive, that he would take his case personally. Ivarr left the castle, hurrying on his horse to reach the Bishop's Church as quickly as possible. You had trouble staying conscious. You pressed your cheek, unhurt, against his chest.

"He was saying… you let me down. He was trying to convince me to…to tell him about your plans to arm," you said, clinging to him. "I didn't tell him…"

"I know, dýrr. You held on," he said, hugging you. "You are a warrior."

You nodded slightly, falling asleep against your mate's chest.

[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.”

[velvet-coalmine]

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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