#varska tag

[candyswirls]

Garm's Fit

Garm is a toddler and, as such, is prone to melt downs.

Master Post

Varska belongs to @jaghatai-khock, Hjarlin and Lorenzo belong to @gregariousbonesinger, Leon and Arlene belong to @meervalv0

Garm whimpered and wouldn't let go of Leman.

"No," he said sternly. "You can't come with. You have to stay here."

She pouted and looked up at Varska, who could only return a sorry smile.

Leman lifted Garm and reluctantly handed them over to Hjarlin.

"Be good," he said.

Hjarlin scoffed, "Me or her?"

Leman narrowed his eyes, "Both."

"You sure you're comfortable with ME taking care of the youngest?" Hjarlin questioned. "You know what happened with my twin."

Varksa bristled, holding tightly onto his blade. He shot a warning look to his brother.

Leman frowned, "I'm certain Garm will come out on top. Not only that, but you have your cousins here, you are on Lion's ship, and you know damn well what I'll do if I come back and she's harmed in any way."

Hjarlin averted his eyes. Garm struggled to get out of his grip, still vying to join dad and Big Brother.

Despite the whimpering and big eyes, they bid their goodbyes and boarded the ship.

The hangar closed, blocking off the vessel. Just in time as well. Garm jabbed their elbow into Hjarlin. He grunted and lost his grip. The toddler bolted past Leon to the door. They couldn't open it, though, and started to whine.

Leon pursed his lips at the sad sight. It had nothing to do with being handed off to Hjarlin. It was the fact that she couldn't go with.

Garm wailed and banged on the hangar door.

Hjarlin sighed, "He said you can't go. The ship has already left. There's no catching up to them now. He'll be back."

Garm let out a mournful howl and continued to scratch against the door.

Lorenzo chuckled at Hjarlin's frustration.

Hjarlin went to pick his sibling up when their sadness turned to anger.

Garm shrieked and kicked the door. They batted away Hjarlin's hands and stomped their foot, psykically demanding the door to be opened.

"No," Hjarlin said firmly.

He knelt down to pull her away, and she whined in protest.

In a flash, she whipped around and bit him on the cheek.

Hjarlin yelped and fell backward, gripping his face as blood began to well. Lorenzo's jaw dropped, and he laughed.

Garm growled, then dashed to Lorenzo, pushing him over from his seat. He cried out as he fell to the floor. Leon's jaw dropped.

Garm let out a screech of defiance and began jumping up and down, stomping her feet upon the ground.

Hjarlin snarled, "Enough!"

Garm kicked him in the legs and then made a rude gesture in sign.

"You're not GOING!" Hjarlin Barked.

Garm screamed again as Leon moved in to difuse the situation.

"Let's take a deep breath," he said. "Garm, would you like to -"

Garm bolted to where a rack of ammo was and turned it over. Bullet shells bounced everywhere. The surrounding Astartes were too slow to catch her. She'd been racing with Varska as of late.

"No!" Hjarlin yelled as he chased after his younger sibling.

Of course, when he decides to reunite with the imperium, he gets put on gremlin babysitting duty! He suddenly realized why Father wasn't at all worried that he'd harm Garm.

Garm knocked over a rack of tools, and the servitor seemed to sigh.

Lorenzo tried to catch the slippery little beast, but they bit him on the knee. He let out an indignant squeal of pain.

Garm ran to the bay doors and began kicking it again. She wailed, and tears began to come out as she grew in frustration.

Leon tried to gently approach again, "Let's go get food! We can go into the kitchen."

Garm turned their head to stare at Leon, then started crying harder.

They threw themselves upon the floor and began flailing and screaming in rage, tears flowing freely.

Leon tried to pick her up, but she went limp and kicked away his hand. Hjarlin was muttering angrily and tried to do the same. She resisted and won.

Hjarlin rubbed his temples as he crouched next to his inconsolable younger sibling. Servitors were already moving to clean up the mess, astartes assisting.

Garm managed to sign up at Hjarlin.

Stinky female wolf. Hjarlin grumbled.

Servitors quickly parted as Lady Arlene swept into the room, a calm expression upon her face. Dark Angels bowed to their legion mother.

"Mother," Leon questioned?

Arlene went right past them and picked up Garm. Even with them going limp, she easily lifted them. An army of children at this age kept her well practiced in these matters.

She held Garm to her chest and began rubbing her back. Garm sobbed and clung to her aunt, wrapping arms around her neck.

"There, there," she soothed as she left with Garm. "Let's braid your hair and make it all better."

Garm's crying faded, and Hjarlin sighed, flopping down to the floor. Leon smiled, thankful for his mother.

"I'm never having children, "Lorenzo stated as he rubbed his knee.

[candyswirls]

Garm - Pt 2 - Previous - Next - MasterPost

More of Leman Russ and his rambunctious pup

I fleshed it out a bit more.

Garm is very much a rambunctious puppy. Also I’ve been keeping them gender neutral solely because I couldn’t decide if I should give Leman a son or a daughter. So lore wise right now Leman has no idea if they’re a boy or a girl because their scent is so light and they never hold still long enough for him to check.

Garm laid upside down against the cave wall, their feet lifted as they attempted to stand on their head.

“Hey,” Leman said. “Now you can bite your own ankles for a change.”

They glanced at him then rolled so they were in a crouching position, staring at the Primarch.

“Don’t,” he warned, recognizing the look in their eyes.

Garm jumped up into a stance.

“I said no,” Leman pushed.

Garm darted around Leman and tried to swipe at him.

Leman flung his spear to the side and rolled backwards to jump up. Garm lunged and he dodged.

“Ha!” He laughed. “You gotta be quicker than that - hey - ow!”

Garm slid down as if they were going for his feet then leapt up and bit the wolf’s wrist.

As they scampered away he heard whispery giggling come from them.

“You come back here!” He called as he raced after them.

Once outside, Garm spun around, jumping into another stance. Leman came to a halt and copied them. As Garm hopped forward he stepped to the side.

“I am the Russ,” he claimed boisterously. “The wolf king and leader of the Vlka Fenryka! You are no match for likes of- no you don’t!”

Garm dashed away, looping around one of the trees.

Leman tried to intercept them but they had been expecting that. They lunged at him and unfortunately the ground was soft and comfortable looking enough that Leman fell dramatically to it. He threw his arm across his forehead.

“This mighty beast has been brought low!” He howled dramatically. “The crown of the wolf king- oof! - is lost!”

Garm tackled him, hitting the Primarch in the stomach. Leman grabbed them and began tickling.

Garm squealed and tried biting his hands. They couldn’t reach.

Their shirt lifted and he took the opportunity to grant them the perfect defeat.

He pulled them up to his face and blew a raspberry on their back. Garm squealed louder, shrieking giggles mixing in as they kicked their legs.

Leman did it again then turned Garm around and blew on their cheeks.

He laughed as they continued giggling then declared, “I claim victory! Attack!”

He peppered their face with kisses as he sat up and went back to the cave. Garm still trying and failing to counter attack. Squirming and laughing.

***

They were settled and set up for the night. He’d caught another unfortunate warp creature and let Garm eat first. He always ensured they got their full and he’d have the rest. It also allowed him to clean them up, always a messy eater, getting ichor all over them.

He leaned back against the wall.

Garm stared then came up to the Primarch. They climbed up his leg and stomach then settle against his neck, hiding their head under his chin.

They let out several deep sighs as he felt their body relax. They had done this the first time he finally stopped trying to get rid of them.

He wrapped his arms around them, resting a hand on their back.

They smelled like him. A faint scent except when close like this. He could see freckles dotting their skin. He could say with certainty now that he cared deeply for his pup. He loved them so much. He of course wondered who their mother was and how they even came about, but he didn’t care. Not anymore.

He began whispering the various myths and legends of Fenris to them as they drifted to sleep.

He felt guilty at their first meeting. Waking up randomly with them in his arms. At first he couldn’t bring himself to kill them because they were so little. An infant. So he left them.

Then they showed up again. Their eyes stopped him from execution. His eyes.

Time after time he’d ditch them, trap them somewhere, climb nearly impossible places to reach. They’d always wail for him. They always found him. They always followed.

If they were solely a trick of the warp… it had worked. He could not bring himself to physically harm them and now… he would protect them with his life.

Leman woke up curled in a ball around Garm. The warp grew exceptionally cold sometimes but Leman kept his pup warm. They rested easily, flush against the Primarch’s stomach.

How interesting that they were so calm when asleep. As soon as they were awake though, it was never ending energy. They were so rambunctious and such a light sleeper that he still had no idea if they were a boy or a girl. Never holding still for long.

He couldn’t help but reach a finger to brush away their hair. Eyes flashed open and they lunged at Leman’s face, sharp teeth biting his chin.

He swore in Fenrisian. He just had to wake them.

[candyswirls]

Garm and Varska Meet

Varska belongs to @jaghatai-khock

This was seriously so fun to write! Also I’m on a writing kick today, hopefully you’re not too annoyed with constantly seeing my work.

Varska hummed as he waited within his father’s quarters. His father and his new sibling were asleep within the Wolf King’s bedroom.

Father was exhausted and iterated that once Garm was awake to watch them like a hawk. Being ever so vigilant. Don’t let them get into things and be on guard.

The door to Father’s quarters slid open. He could see the large lump of father still asleep and heard his deep snoring. The door slid shut, a small figure standing in front of it, watching Varska.

Varska stared into identical eyes to father’s. He couldn’t quite read them but there was a glint in them. He hoped Garm wasn’t afraid of him and tried to greet them. They darted to the food on the table.

Garm immediately grabbed a bowl of cheese and began stuffing their mouth.

Varska stared.

Garm paused and eyed him, noticing he wasn’t stopping them. They dashed away to the other side.

Varska dove to catch the bowl as it dropped. He set it back and Garm was already chomping on roasted Grox.

They coughed and made a gagging noise. They dropped the piece they had grabbed and slowly brought their hands up to their throat. Varska ran over and gently smacked their back until a small chunk flew out of their mouth. They shook their head and looked up at Varska.

He smiled at them.

They moved to the next item. A pie. Garm sniffed it then shoved their hands through the crust, pulling up bits of sweet baked fruit and began licking their hands. They grabbed more as Varska crouched nearby to watch. He didn’t want them choking again.

Garm looked at him and made a small snorting noise then a squeak. Varska replied with the same noises.

He tried signing at them.

Hello. Do you understand me? Do you know sign?

Garm replied.

No. Food.

They went back to eating and Varska’s wrinkled his brow. Cheeky.

Garm lunged across the table to grab a goblet of Mjod.

Varska tried to snatch it away from them. Garm jumped atop the table and ran.

The older raced after them. Trying to catch little feet that weaved through various dishes of food.

Garm rolled to the other side and stared at Varska. They raised the goblet to their mouth, staring down Varska.

He shook his head. They nodded. He leapt to grab them but they managed to get a swig.

Garm spat out the drink and made another gagging noise as they threw the goblet. They coughed and sputtered as Varska lifted them up, buttered rolls, sweetened meat, and vegetables smeared across his chest.

Garm tried wiping their tongue with their hands to get the taste out. They gagged again, scrunching their face into a look of disgust.

Varska grabbed a roll stuck to him and offered it to Garm. They gladly took it and began munching, liking this much more than the Mjod.

He sighed then Garm began squirming to get out of his grip. When he didn’t allow it they began flailing.

He quickly set them down. Garm flopped into a dessert piled with whip cream. They were covered head to toe. But they weren’t done.

Garm crawled over to a bowl of soup and stuck their head in.

Varska stared with his mouth open, waiting for the pup to come up for a breath. When they didn’t he grabbed them to lift them up.

Garm whipped around and bit him. Varska yelped, mostly out of surprise.

He rubbed the bite and looked at Garm. They looked surprised that they had hurt him, almost a bit remorseful. It was hard to tell with broth, bits of vegetables, and whip cream smeared across their face.

Let’s have a bath, he signed.

What bath?

He smiled. So you do understand me.

No. No understand.

His smile grew wider. He held out his arms, offering to carry them.

Garm cocked their head then jumped into his embrace. They tried to nip at Varska’s facial hair. He jerked his head back and took them to Father’s personal bath. He had the feeling that once he opened the door to the hallway, all hell would break loose.

He checked on father to ensure the commotion hadn’t wakened him. He still snored loudly.

He went to the bathroom and Garm wrinkled their nose at the strange sight. Specifically the large tub. He shut and locked the door, not wanting to test how good of an escape artist they were.

As soon as he turned the tub on, Garm tried to get out of his grip. Then they began flailing again. Varska refused to let go. They desperately needed to be bathed.

Garm suddenly went limp, eyes closed, no breathing. He waited a second then gently shook them. No response. He tried again.

He panicked and laid them down on the ground to see if they needed-

Garm leapt up and dashed to the door, trying to open it. They couldn’t reach the lock. Varska shook his head. They had all sorts of tricks up their sleeve.

As they struggled to reach the door, Varska tried to take their dirty clothes off. Garm zipped past him. Sliding to a halt and facing him.

They jumped into a stance, almost challenging him.

He shook his finger and tried to grab them. They rolled to the side, jumped forward, smacked his leg, then jumped back into the stance. They swayed their rear from side to side. A smirk was growing on their face.

This turned into at least thirty minutes of Varska trying to catch Garm who interpreted this as a game of tag.

Eventually Garm was cornered, upside down and staring at Varska through their legs. He had managed to get their shirt off.

He motioned for them to either stay or come forward. That glint was in their eyes again but they started to relax.

They rolled over and sat patiently, waiting for Varska.

He cautiously came forward and was shocked as they let him take their pants. Garm lunged forward and grabbed their pants with their mouth. They growled and pulled back with all their might as Varska struggled to maintain his grip. They shook their head as they played tug of war.

Garm released it and Varska almost fell backwards. Garm took this opportunity to race up Varska to where the lock was. They undid it and the door slid open. He tried to catch Garm as he fell backwards but the naked child went racing into the other room.

He scrambled up and was filled with dread as a serf entered the quarters. Door wide open.

The serf screamed as a very naked child leapt over them and out into the hallway.

Varska charged after.

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I am here to request the Great and Valiant Garm guarding Varska while he recovers plz

Varska belongs to @jaghatai-khock

Lumi and Finnyr belong to @platinummice

Afi is old Norse for Grandpa

Getting Varska to the apothecarium was a near impossible task. Especially with Garm. The Wolf priest who had sedated Varska was incredibly thankful he'd been wearing his armor. Many toddler sized bite marks were scratched into the ceramite.

Leman was able to calm his youngest enough for Finnyr to grab her, and others brought Varska to the apothecarium. The ankle-biter wasn't held back for long, though.

Garm ended up lying prone across Varska's chest, snarling at anyone who approached.

One of their guards was trying to tempt them away with their wolf plush.

"Come on," he urged. "Come get it, come get... um, Pico?"

Garm growled.

Another guard scolded, "It's Snori! You weren't even close!"

Lumi offered an entire handful of cookies, "Come on, pup. Just let me get close."

They snapped at him, not even acknowledging the snacks.

Garm had placed up a psykic barrier around Varska and herself. He told others they were a prodigy, but sometimes he wondered how she knew such specific things.

They were a determined toddler, determined to prevent nasty wolf priests from getting near big brother with sharp tools and needles.

Rune Priests finally arrived. Garm snarled and barred her teeth as they began dispelling the barrier.

As soon as it broke, Leman snatched the toddler. Garm shrieked in defiance and began biting his hands. They flailed and tried hitting, using every known tantrum tactic they had.

She got out of his grip and bolted towards Varska. She bit Lumi's hands. He still persisted, determined to help the elder Russ child.

Finnyr grabbed Garm and rushed to the door. They kicked while screaming and let out a mass psykic demand.

Get away from my brother and get OFF OF MY SHIP!!

Finnyr lost his grip on them. She dropped and ran back to shove away marines.

Leman grabbed her again and held her up to his face.

"Puppy, you have to let them help him! He needs it!"

Garm started crying and writhing again.

Logan Grimnar had arrived just in time. Upon seeing the angry toddler. He reached out his arms. Leman handed Garm to him. She buried her head into his beard and cried.

The old wolf stroked their head, "There, there. It's all right. Afi is here."

He gave them enough time to work on Varska as he took her out into the hall.

Garm was now back in the apothecarium, marching around Varska's bed. The elder Russ child was still unconscious, and the monitors dictated that he was stable. But Garm wouldn't let anyone near. They'd somehow gotten a combat knife. It was like a sword for how small they were.

Finnyr entered, and Garm jumped into a stance, ready to defend Big Brother.

She perked up as she saw he what he carried.

"Even those on duty need to eat," he told them.

Garm set down the knife and reached out for the plate. She began scarfing down the sandwich upon it as Finnyr smoothed back their hair.

Thank you, Papa.

"Remember to drink," he told her as he handed her sippie cup. "I'll be back."

A few moments later, he was back with a bundle of blankets and pillows. Garm cocked her head.

"You'll need a fortress," he told her.

He set up a blanket fort next to the bed where Garm could easily see out. He stacked the pillows and moved back.

Garm climbed in, inspecting it. Finnyr held out their wolf plush, Snori.

She grabbed it, flopped back onto the pillows, and began sucking their thumb. Finnyr rubbed their back.

"You really are upset," he commented.

Garm sighed and eyed Vars'. Finnyr pulled a spare wolf pelt and wrapped it around her. She climbed into his arms, nuzzling closer.

"He'll get better," He assured.

Garm suddenly bolted from his arms and grabbed the knife. She growled, pointing it at Lumi, who was trying to sneak up to Varska.

"Come on, pup," the wolf priest sighed. "I just need to change his bandages."

Garm glared.

He held up the guaze, "See? No tools. Just bandages."

She wouldn't budge.

A hand brushed her back, and she whipped around to bite it.

They let out a happy squeal upon seeing it was Varska. She shoved their face into his palm and rubbed it. The knife clattered to the ground.

Lumi snuck over to Vars' other side. Before he could lay a hand on him, Garm lunged from their side, snarling at the wolf priest. She laid across Varska's chest, blocking Lumi.

Her brother weakly reached up to stroke her head.

"Finnyr, I need your assistance," Lumi mumbled.

"On it. Puppy, let's have Vars choose if he wants Lumi's help."

Garm pressed her head onto Varska, refusing to let up.

"This will be difficult," the Wolf Priest muttered.

[candyswirls]

Garm and Varska Again!

@jaghatai-khock

This is set after part five of Garm and they're waking up from being under anesthesia. Have some cute sibling comfort and fluff.

Garm whined, squirming with discomfort.

Their eyes fluttered open, unable to focus as the sedative wore off. 

Garm heard a familiar hum and weakly whimpered in reply. They tried to reach out for him. Their casted arm was too heavy to lift. But they had his scent. They wanted big brother.

Varska smoothed back loose hairs upon his sibling'shead.

He let out a series of soft squeaks and sounds, comforting them.

Garm whined and tried to force their eyes open. Varska picked the pup up, holding them with one arm as he rubbed circles into their back.

Garm's head lolled.

It was eerie. Garm was so rambunctious and bouncing off the walls. Never holding still. Yet here they were in his arms, practically unmoving.

Psykic thoughts pressed into his mind. Big brother, beard warm. Want to be close.

He pulled them up near his neck. They nestled into his beard, their breath tickling the skin underneath.

They made little chirps that Varska copied. Soothing them that he was there.

The pup shifted. They started tearing up and sniffling.

Varska pulled back his sibling and laid them in his arm again, rubbing their belly to soothe it. Garm seemed to find relief, nuzzling their nose into the other's chest.

He kissed them on their forehead, a quiet promise that he'd be here to take care of them.

Garm sent up thoughts.

Love big brother. Feel safe.

Varska hummed in approval, continuing to rub their stomach.

[candyswirls]

If they were in a modern AU Varska would 100000% help Garm sell Girl Scout cookies

Yyyeeeeesss! That one scene from the Pacifier where the girl scouts are beating up the boy scouts? That's Garm. Also, you'd have this tiny child looking cute and excited to sell cookies and then this massive happy man behind them. Garm would have the record number of cookies sold and not just because Leman keeps buying and eating two boxes a day.