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bumblesimagines · 2 months ago

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Under The Moonlight

Part 20/End

Summary: Reunited with family members, (Y/N) makes a choice in regards to his future and happiness.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Valhalla warnings, homophobia, no hate quite like christian love, harald being harald at this point bro

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Novgorod remained unchanged, for the most part. The towering gray walls still encircled the glorious, rich city, but without winter, the chill wasn't as notable as the last time they'd been there. Light snow blanketed the ground, mushy and soft but not as thick. Merchants and sellers still shouted their services and prices into the windy air, and the building where opium could be taken remained, with buyers stumbling in and out. There were no ships on sleds tied to horses; there was no need for them with the river melted and flowing through the forest.

(Y/N) felt more at peace than he had in Constaniople. He was around his people, around Vikings who shared his culture and traditions. He'd nearly forgotten what it was like to wear heavy furcoats or braid parts of his hair or proudly wear his necklace without receiving wide-eyed stares from people so heavily sheltered from violence. He could communicate in an unspoken language and be completely understood by the vendors or others passing by. It made the longing for home even greater.

Slipping the coat from his shoulders and setting it aside, he walked toward the window and peered into the city. The tent for fighting and bets was still up and operating, and his heart involuntarily clenched at the thought of Batu and Kaysan. They'd been two young men searching for a way to make a living, sticking together to survive without anyone else to rely on but each other. He couldn't help but wonder if they would've perhaps been happier had they been left alone... if they would've been alive and breathing.

When he closed his eyes, he could still hear Kaysan's rumbling laugh, the sort of laugh that could make anyone smile along until their cheeks hurt. He could still see Batu and peer into his dark eyes full of kindness, still see his beaming smile and the affection that melted into it whenever he was around friends. He could still feel Dorn's gentle touch, the weight of her hand on his shoulder, or the playful way she'd bump her shoulder into his.

"Greenlander," A cheery voice greeted him from behind, and he turned to face them. Yaroslav smiled welcomingly at him. "Ah, it is good seeing you again, Greenlander! I hear your brother left to journey on his own. It is a shame I could not say goodbye to him."

Yaroslav, unsurprisingly, looked the same, if not with a pudiger belly full of wine and ale. He approached him, his hands raising to slap affectionately over (Y/N)'s shoulders. "Harald is gathering an army as we speak. I recall he told me, many years ago, that you did not wish to... join him when he became King of Norway."

(Y/N) bit his tongue. "Mm, it.. it is his destiny. He believes it to be, at least."

"Mhm," Yaroslav slowly nodded, his green eyes squinting slightly at him. "I am no fool, (Y/N). I am aware there are.. things going on between you and my nephew. It is none of my business what either of you choose to indulge in, but I would be lying if I said I have not grown fond of you and your brother over the years."

"We've always been grateful for it."

"Yes, though, I cannot help but wonder... what it is that you want?" Yaroslav's hands dropped, his feet guiding him toward one of the tables with a pitcher of wine and a goblet waiting to be filled. He wrapped a ringed hand around the goblet and poured the dark wine into it before raising it to take a drink. "You must desire something. Men, women, gold, lands, power, marriage, children."

He thought of Greenland immediately. He thought of the long expanse of treeless fields that reached out in every direction. He thought of the small harbor his father ruled over and the cliffs that resided on either side. He thought of the rocky beach he'd sit at as a boy and watch the horizon for signs of the fishing boats. He'd desired a chance to return home since the moment he set foot on Kattegat all those years ago, a chance to see his mother again, to see how the families of his fallen friends were doing.

"Harald may not realize it yet, but he and I desire the same thing."

Yaroslav's bushy brows rose in surprise and curiosity. "Oh?"

"He wishes to return home, as do I. He simply longs for a chance to rule over his home, whereas I am content simply being home. It is a pity, I suppose, that we are not from the same places. I belong in Greenland with my family. He belongs in Norway." (Y/N) approached the table, his head tilting toward the crackling fireplace nearby. He watched the flames lick up the stone walls circling it, keeping it from spreading to the rest of the room.

"Do you believe in destiny, Greenlander?"

"Yes.. and I believe Harald and I were destined to meet, to cross paths and then diverge. I think he has.. finally come to accept this. I hope he has, at least." (Y/N) took the second goblet in his hand and tilted it toward Yaroslav so he'd pour wine into it. He brought the goblet to his lips and sipped on the sweet wine, an easily addictive thing. "Harald will make for a... fair king."

"But not a good one?"

(Y/N) let out a soft huff of amusement. "Kings are never good, Yaroslav. They can only be fair."

Yaroslav hummed quietly but made no move to protest or deny his words. Instead, he drank from his goblet until it was empty and set his cup down to be fetched later by a servant. He licked his lips and placed his hand over (Y/N)'s shoulder again, his fingers lightly squeezing it before he turned and began making his way toward the door. (Y/N) turned away from the fire.

"Yaroslav," He called out to him, waiting for him to crane his head over his shoulder. "Would it be too much to ask for Harald to sleep in a separate room?"

A sympathetic smile passed over his lips. "That can be arranged. Good luck on your travels."

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With the riches Harald obtained through his seven years of serving in Constantinople, he managed to gather an army of Vikings that would have put Jarl Kåre and Jarl Olaf's combined armies to shame. There were warriors from all around, some who knew of Harald and others who simply cared for the gold and food he provided them with. Many were Christian, like him, followers of the new faith who prayed before they ate and wore crosses around their necks. (Y/N) preferred the few who followed the old gods. Their stares weren't as heavy.

They travelled from Novgorod to Norway for many days, occasionally enticing more men and women to join them in the opportunity of following a future king. (Y/N) felt relief when they began camping and sleeping in nature more frequently. He'd always preferred towering trees over the stone walls of Constantinople, the sounds of birds and bugs over loud, busy chatter.

He'd never been meant for Constaniople, it would have driven him insane eventually. He was meant for hunting with bows and spears, for tracking prints in the dirt or snow, for carving his own meat and watching it cook over a fire.

Life at court, too, would drive him insane.

That sentiment became clearer the deeper into Norway they went. He knew it weighed heavily on Harald's shoulders, but he'd changed since the fight with Maniakes. He'd become... colder, more withdrawn, less of the man he fell for during the war and more of a stranger. Despite that, he could feel the familiar stare burn into his temple as he carefully sharpened his dagger. He contemplated stepping outside, but before he could decide, there was a familiar voice shouting and a loud commotion.

(Y/N) whipped his head around in time to catch Harald throwing Leif over his shoulder to dodge an attack. He hurried onto his feet, tucking his dagger away and swiftly crossing the distance to grab a handful of Leif's cloak. "What are you doing, Leif?!"

"(Y/N)?" Leif exhaled, blinking wildly at his younger brother. He raised a cautious hand to (Y/N)'s face, his fingertips brushing over his cheek as if to check if he were really real before he wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace. (Y/N) chuckled breathily, a warm relief spreading through his body as he tucked his face in his brother's neck. "Harald..." Leif sighed when he pulled away, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "I mistook you for another. My apologies."

"I'm glad to see you are still the same," Harald responded, a faint attempt at humor, but his tone remained heavy and stoic. "Come, have a seat. We must catch up."

Albeit reluctantly, (Y/N) took a seat across from Harald and settled down beside his brother, unable to tear his eyes away from Leif for long in fear it was all an illusion. His heartstrings tugged with homesickness, but he felt lighter than he had in days. He could breathe easier with Leif at his side, alive and well. Leif set his axes aside, his hands lingering over them.

"(Y/N)..." He began softly, his voice barely audible over the chatter. Leif raised his head to look at him, his collasoused hand resting on the side of (Y/N)'s neck and gently massaging the muscle there. "I... Freydis is... Freydis was murdered in Jomsburg by Magnus Olafsson. It was revenge for killing Jarl Olaf. She-" Leif's voice trembled slightly, his grip tightening as he tried collecting himself long enough to get more words out.

(Y/N) stared at him blankly, the words ringing in his ears. "What? No, no, that- that- Leif, she-" He swallowed harshly and shook his head, his heartbeat quickening until it was beating in his ears. "Freydis, she- how could-"

"I promise-" Leif grabbed him by his shoulders, his brows lifting. "-I will kill him for what he has done."

(Y/N) could feel tears well in the corners of his eyes, tears he rapidly blinked away. She wouldn't want him weeping over her death, no, she'd want him seeking vengeance for her, her people, and-

"Have you ever been in love, Freydis?" (Y/N) asked, placing his hand over hers and wrapping his fingers around her wrist. Freydis hummed and looked up at the clear sky, taking his words into consideration. She thought about it carefully before pursing her lips.

"There was a man back in Kattegat. His name was Koll Hjortsson. He was a believer in the Old Gods, just like us. I believe I was falling in love with him. He was very kind and intelligent. But he is in Valhalla now. And I may be carrying his child." Her words made (Y/N) freeze, head snapping in her direction and eyes widening. Freydis bit down on her bottom lip, nibbling at the skin and staring at the ground, foot lightly digging into the dirt. He immediately looked her over. Her slim figure hadn't changed, and he couldn't spot anything new about her.

"How do you know?"

"I've been feeling ill lately. At first, I thought it might've been a normal illness. But I remembered what the women say about pregnancy, and it makes sense. I believe the Gods have given us gifts for our bravery and faith. Harald has been getting better, and I have been blessed with a child. Perhaps... we were meant to be here, living in that cabin. When Harald grows healthy again, we can make it a proper home, and in due time, we'll be dealing with a babe." Freydis smiled widely, affectionately rubbing her belly. (Y/N) stared at her as the information settled in. His sister was with child, their brother was missing, Harald was still sick, and the chances of going home grew slimmer with each passing day.

"Gods, Freydis..." (Y/N) breathed and stepped around, arms wrapping around her waist. She laughed softly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her head against his and closing her eyes. (Y/N) squeezed her lightly and leaned back with a smile. "Come on, then. We've got to make sure your child comes strong and healthy."

"What of her child? Our nephew?" (Y/N) asked breathlessly, but Leif's lips only drew into a pained line, and he shook his head slowly. He took in a shaking breath and propped his arm on the table, resting his forehead over his palm. His nephew, a child of only seven... "The Gods wouldn't be so cruel."

"How did you find out?" Harald questioned, his voice softer than before, but his brows remained fixated in a deep furrow. His eyes flickered to (Y/N), lingering on his features as sympathy sparked in his gaze.

"A bishop traveling with Magnus told me that he poisoned Jomsborg. Some of her people escaped, and she was not among them. I found a shrine they built for her. Nothing else."

"It was her destiny to go there," Harald muttered, taking a sip of his ale and swiping his tongue over his lips. "I hope she found what she was searching for."

(Y/N) couldn't help the quiet scoff that left him, but his eyes fluttered shut instead of meeting Harald's pointed stare. There was a call for Harald, a faintly familiar voice, but (Y/N) couldn't put a name to it until Harald stood to greet the Viking. "Jarl Nori!" He shook his arm, their chain link armor clinging together. (Y/N) opened his eyes and glanced up at the man.

Ah, he remembered him now. He looked fairly the same, apart from his beard, which had grown to reach the top of his chest. Jarl Nori had been the Christian who'd refused to fight alongside 'Pagans' and clashed with Jarl Gorm in what would've been a brutal fight had Harald not intervened that night. He hadn't seen much of the man since the day they claimed victory against England and named King Canute as king of both Denmark and England. The man beside him was a stranger by the name of Vestian, young and likely a family member of Jarl Nori.

Jarl Nori greeted them with a small smile, his hands coming to pat them both on the back. "Greenlanders, good to see you again." He nodded to them before sitting down at the table with Vestian and grinning widely at Harald. "I knew you would return."

"I brought forces to back me and riches for my allies." Jarl Nori quirked a brow, nodding for him to continue. Harald leaned forward, his fingers interlacing. "I am ready to be king."

"May not be as simple as you have planned," Vestian revealed grimly, sparing a glance in Jarl Nor's direction. "Magnus has agreements with many of the Jarls to back him on Svein's death."

"He has the power of the Church. The Pope has threatened excommunication for anyone who goes against him." Jarl Nori grimanced, steadily watching Harald, studying his reaction intently. "Including you."

Harald's jaw visibly clenched, his chest rising with a sharp inhale. "And where do you stand?"

"Olaf was like a brother to me. But his son is a Viking in name only." A slow smile spread on Jarl Nori's face. "Our allegiance is with you."

"And where is Magnus?" (Y/N) asked, his finger running along the thread of his necklace. Magnus. A man who seemed to be just like his filth of a father despite his young age. He hoped Freydis had made Olaf's death as long and painful as it had always meant to be.

"He has summoned Jarls to Kattegat."

Harald hummed and raised his cup, that familiar grin spreading across his lips. "Then that is where we're going."

With a destination finally set, the army packed up the camp they'd made and began preparing for the trek to Kattegat. (Y/N) climbed up onto his horse and carefully pressed down on its sides with his legs to get it moving toward the trail. There was an odd emptiness inside his chest as if the news of Freydis's death hadn't fully set in.

It was hard to believe, especially after everything they'd gone through, that poison would be the thing that killed his sister. He expected her to die in battle by the blade or arrow of another warrior, not by poison sent by a coward.

"(Y/N)." Leif trotted up to him on his horse, his frown heavy with grief. "I'm sorry you found out like this... at a time like this, too. I notice you and Harald have not spoken to each other once since I arrived. What has he done this time?"

(Y/N) chuckled humorlessly, his fingers tightening around the reins of his horse. "I made a choice. He is not the man I chose to follow all those years ago, not anymore. Maniakes... broke him. Hardened him. Kaysan, Batu, and Dorn... they were killed for their unwavering loyalty to him. It is why they are not here with us."

Leif's eyes squeezed shut, a shuttering breath leaving him. "I- I see. I'm sorry I was not there."

"I know," (Y/N) murmured. "Which reminds me, you wished to go to Corfu, yet you are here. Why is that?"

"There was a man there, a mapmaker. He created part of the map I found in the Book of the Unknown." Leif trotted closer, his hand releasing the reins to reach over. His fingers squeezed (Y/N)'s shoulder, the grimness in his features dulling when he smiled. He looked... almost excited. "I spoke to him, dined with his family. He has a map containing every land he has heard of from visitors and travelers. We put the last piece on the map, and I saw it, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) thumbed at his reins. "The Golden Land?"

"The Golden Land," Leif confirmed, his voice tittering with emotion. "If we sail from Greenland, just as Father and I had on that fishing trip, we will surely find it. Who knows what we may yet discover there."

"We?" (Y/N) repeated softly, the corners of his mouth rising into a suppressed smile. "We will find it?"

Leif's smile widened, his eyes crinkling with affection. "We will find it. For Freydis, for our people, for those who did not believe in it. We will find it."

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Kattegat felt colder when they arrived, almost duller. Jarl Haakon had run a tight ship during her rule of Kattegat, but the people had seemed happy, then. Safe and free to worship whoever they pleased. Christianity seemed to be the religion now, and even then, the people looked mournful, as if they were grieving. (Y/N) could only assume that meant their would-be rulers, the young Svein and his mother, Queen Ælfgifu, were dead.. more innocents slaughtered by Magnus.

Nobody dared stop them as they climbed off their horses and marched straight for the Great Hall; even the men who glowered and stared harshly remained in their stops at the sight of the army that loyally followed Harald. The Great Hall was full, many Jarls standing toward the front before a man who appeared much younger than them. He hardly looked like Olaf, but (Y/N) knew it was Magnus. They were both men filled with hate, a hate that was easily spotted just by looking at them.

As Jarl Nori claimed, Magnus Olafsson looked less like a Viking and more like the people of Constaniople. He wore the clothes of Vikings, spoke like and to Vikings, but he did not look Viking. His skin was smooth, free from the lines of work and scars of battle. His hair was long and dirty blonde but was not woven back. He carried himself with the air of someone who'd never truly been to battle nor been beaten down before.

"King Svein is dead." He announced to the Jarls, not a lick of grief or sympathy in his voice for the man he spoke of. "King Forkbeard swore an oath that on his death, I would be named King of Norway. And now, all that remains is a vote by you."

Harald strode further into the Great Hall, his lips curling up into a smirk. "An excellent idea, nepehw." His voice naturally carried through the room, confident and even slightly amused. Heads whipped around to look at him, smiles appearing on faces and voices excitedly calling out to him. "But first, I must remind the Jarls of a promise they made long before yours, to crown me as King upon your father's death."

(Y/N) slipped away from the crowd to stand along the wall with his brother, his eyes drifting over the crowd of Jarls. They exchanged glances and low murmurs as they parted to allow Harald to step through and stand before his nephew. Magnus had been a boy, just a child, when there'd been rumors of Forkbeard's rule over Kattegat eight, nearly nine years before they travelled to Novgorod. They were strangers now and no longer simply uncle-nephew.

"We did not know you had returned, Prince Harald." One of the older Jarls spoke.

Harald turned toward him, his face devoid of most emotion and eyes slightly narrowed. "You do now."

"Prince Harald speaks the truth." Jarl Nori piped up. "He is the rightful King of Norway."

Magnus remained silent for a long moment, the hands he had clasped over his stomach clenching around each other until he raised his head. "Unfortunately, the Pope will not accept a king with Pagan sympathies." He stated, eyeing Harald when he sat back on one of the thrones. His lips twitched into a brief smirk before he turned his body and motioned for someone.

(Y/N) couldn't see through the crowd, not at first, but his heart began hammering at the exclamations tossed into the air. There was a mention of a woman, then a cry about a witch, and before he knew it, his sister appeared through the crowd, being led by two men. Freydis was alive. His breath caught in his throat, a strangled noise almost leaving him. She was alive and healthy, not the sight of a woman who'd been close to death. Freydis pressed her feet firmly on the ground, her lips drawn in a line at the sight of Harald, but when she turned to look toward them, she let a smile slip.

"Not only her," Magnus abruptly added, his hand turning and finger extending toward (Y/N). "Him as well."

"(Y/N)-"

One man clapped his hand tightly over Leif's shoulder to keep him in place while another twisted his hand around (Y/N)'s bicep and forced him forward until he stood beside his sister. Freydis's chest quickened its breathing, her eyes widening and snapping back toward Harald. Harald went rigid in the throne, his fingers curling until they were fists, but he steeled himself enough to only appear faintly surprised.

Magnus grinned, his eyes darting between the three with twisted eagerness before they settled on the siblings. "Well, are you a Christian?" He asked, his hand grasping the sword offered to him, the sword Freydis held near and dear to her heart.

"You know the answer to that." Freydis scowled at him.

"I'll take that as a 'no' from both of you." Laughter spread around the Jarls. Magnus ran his finger along the blade. "And, Freydis, are you the one the heathens call the Last Daughter of Uppsala? The Keeper of the Faith, the leader of the Pagans."

Freydis glanced at (Y/N), then at Leif. Her jaw clenched, and her nostrils flared slightly before she squared her shoulders and looked back at Magnus. "I am." She affirmed confidently.

"Hm." Magnus's eyes trailed away from her to settle on (Y/N). "You are the one they call (Y/N), no? The second son of Erik the Red? Are you aware there are.. rumors that the relations between you and Harald go deeper than brotherhood? That you are his secret lover?" (Y/N)'s lips pressed together, his teeth digging into his bottom lip anxiously. Magnus arched a brow. "I am aware that you are a Pagan, but I assume you know that laying with another man is a sin before the eyes of God?"

(Y/N) took a desperate glance in Leif's direction, suddenly feeling like a boy again in need of saving from their father's rage. Leif stared back at him helplessly, his shoulders rising and falling with each quick breath he took. (Y/N) looked toward Harald instead, pleadingly looking into eyes he knew so well. Harald's adam's apple bobbed with a harsh swallow, and he tilted his head up. (Y/N) felt a simmer of relief. Maybe he was still the man (Y/N) believed him to be. Maybe he'd misjudged him too qui-

"Lies," Harald stated clearly, his voice tight. (Y/N) would've staggered if it not had been for the tight hold of the man grasping his arm. "These rumors are false. (Y/N) and I have been to war together, travelled through many lands together, but to claim we are lovers is laughable. We are nothing to each other."

(Y/N) felt Magnus's stare burn into his temple, searching, waiting for him to crack. He dropped his eyes onto the floorboards beneath his feet, trailing the cracks as he took slow breaths to steady himself. His eyes stung, his heart felt as if someone had taken hold of it and squeezed as tightly as possible, and his head was beginning to ache. He was certain he was trembling. He took a deep breath and held it in his lungs.

He was no mere fool. He was (Y/N) Eriksson. He was a devoted follower of the All-Father and All-Mother, who provided him strength in every battle he went into. He'd rather be slain than allow any of them to see him falter.

"I do lay with men." (Y/N) nodded, murmurs immediately spreading through the crowd. He held Harald's eye, taking some pleasure in the way he stiffened. "But I would never lay with a Christian."

Magnus's jaw clenched. He turned toward the Jarls. "Harald is a Pagan sympathizer, nonetheless. If you vote for Harald Sigurdsson, you are inviting the anger of the Holy Father, and he will punish you for this decision."

His words roused the crowd, some calling out for Magnus to be crowned whilst others for Harald. Jarl Nori's voice was clearer amongst the rest, questioning those around them who they were voting for and prodding them for answers when they took too long. All (Y/N) could focus on was Harald. The curious, easy-going young man he'd fallen for over time was gone, buried in Constaniople. The Harald before him was a cold, greedy man who was nothing more than a stranger.

He expected an overwhelming sadness to consume him, but he felt.. numb. Harald stared back at him, his furrowed brow look softening in the slightest. (Y/N) couldn't bring himself to do anything other than blankly stare back at him. Eight, nearly nine years spent on a man who could not even be bothered taking a risk for him. It only infuriated him.

"So," With Jarl Nori's voice, the overlapping voices quieted. "We have reached a decision. It is decided that you, Harald Siggurdsson, are entitled to the Throne of Norway."

"But that you, Magnus Olafsson, also have a claim." Another Jarl, one much older than the rest, added. "It is our decision, therefore, that you will rule together.

His whole life spent pining over the throne, nearly begging for it and tossing everything else aside... only to be forced to share the crown with another. (Y/N) nearly laughed.

"What say you both?" Jarl Nori asked, glancing between them.

"I understand." Harald cleared his throat, despite his knuckles being a pronounced white. "And I accept your decision.

"I, too, accept your decision," Magnus announced, his fingers tapping lightly along the sword. "But on one condition: that tomorrow, when my father's shrine is to be consecrated, Harald promises to all that Norway will never go back to its old ways and agrees to burn the Pagan witch-" He raised the sword, pointing it at Freydis before he pointed it at (Y/N) next. "-and her Pagan brother to prove his loyalties are not with them and their gods."

(Y/N)'s eyes snapped toward Magnus, widening the slightest. The murmuring of the crowd grew distant, muted to his ears, the hairs on his body standing erect with alert and the thrumming of dread. It clawed at his throat, making it hard to breathe.

His hands clenched tightly to ease the trembling that'd begun, blunt fingernails digging into his palms to distract himself from the storm that broke in his chest. He grinded his teeth together and desperately tried suppressing the trembles attempting to traverse through his body.

"Harald Sigurdsson, what say you?"

Harald's fists rubbed into the armrests of the throne as he shifted uncomfortably in the seat, his eyes bouncing around the room, unable to settle on just one person. He turned his head toward Magnus, meeting his cynical expression before turning back to the siblings. "I say..." He began, strained. His lips drew into a line. "Burn them."

"Hey-" Harald's arm shot forward when (Y/N) made a beeline toward the door, catching him by the forearm and tugging him close. His arms firmly slipped around his waist, and his lips formed a small pout. "Where in God's name are you going in such a hurry?"

"I'm going to find my brother, Harald. I need to help him pack and check on Liv." (Y/N) answered, feeling Harald's muscle flex against his clothed body.

"They can wait, (Y/N)," Harald murmured and pressed his lips against the back of his neck. (Y/N) reached up, pressing the bottom of his palm against Harald's forehead and effectively shoving his head back. Harald huffed childishly, keeping one hand planted firmly on (Y/N)'s hip while the other rubbed his forehead. "Why are you so eager to leave?"

"Why do you want me to stay?"

"Why do you constantly answer a question with another question?" Harald tilted his head, small crinkles forming near his eyes as a wide smile spread across his face. Dropping his hand from his forehead, he turned (Y/N) around and pulled him closer.

"Because it is in my nature." (Y/N) shrugged, hands coming up to rest on Harald's shoulders. He didn't mind being in Harald's arms, he realized. Being held by strong yet gentle arms felt... nice. Comforting even.

"I like that about you."

"You like everything about Greenlanders." (Y/N) felt his lips quirk. "Even their sisters."

"Ah, this is about Freydis, aye?"

"I want to see my brother, Harald." (Y/N)'s eyes briefly shut, forcing the image of Freydis and Harald out of his mind.

"And I want to see you again," Harald admitted softly. (Y/N) felt his body stiffen at Harald's words and he opened his eyes to look into Harald's soft chocolate-colored one. Harald leaned in, kissing him once more before pulling away to speak. "Please, let me see you again." He pleaded gently.

"Why? You can have anyone you want, Harald. You're a prince."

"And I want you."

There was a ringing in his ears as Magnus's men dragged them out of the Great Hall and toward the holding cells, where they were shoved inside the very cell they'd once spent the night in years prior when they first arrived in Kattegat. Sparse hay still covered the ground, and particles of dust were only seen from the light pouring in from the single window. (Y/N) took a few steps into the cell and leaned back against one of the wooden support beams holding up the slanted ceiling, his hands bracing on his knees.

Death wasn't a stranger. He'd lost many friends, grieved many lives, and nearly lost his own numerous times. He couldn't shake the dread from his shoulders, though.

"You look different," Freydis whispered, her fingers brushing over the marks on her wrist from where she'd been shackled. "Older, more mature.." She somberly smiled and ran her palm down to his arm where his tattoo was, her fingertips dancing over it. "I miss when we were children."

(Y/N) pushed himself back and straightened up, gazing over the freckles scattered across her cheeks before he tossed his arms around her. "We thought you were dead." He revealed shakily, inhaling the smell of herbs and rain that clung to her long wavy locks. "I-I thought you were dead. And your boy-"

"His name is Koll." Freydis chuckled breathily, resting her hands against his chest and leaning back. Tears slipped down her cheeks and dripped off her jawline. "He's beautiful. He- He reminds me of you and Leif. He's strong and- and brave and so caring. He's in Greenland.

(Y/N)'s brows furrowed. "Greenland? You went back?"

"Yes, but... You know how Father is. He's... He's desperate. As controlling as always." Freydis brushed her hair back and released the tension in her shoulders through a deep exhale. "He hid Koll away somewhere to force my hand, but my lover is searching for him. He'll be safe with him... I..."

Freydis's lips began quivering, and she leaned in again, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders. (Y/N) held her in his arms, her soft sniffles filling the quiet air until someone twisted the lock on the door. It creaked open, and they quickly parted, turning to face the person entering. Leif stepped into the light, pushing back the hood of his cloak.

"Leif.." Freydis whispered in relief.

Leif smiled at her before his eyes moved to (Y/N), and he jerked his head to motion behind him. "Look who found me."

(Y/N) half-expected Harald to step into the light next, but instead, it was a face that nearly made his knees buckle. Her hair had streaks of silver in it, and there were new lines in her face from age, but the confident posture and piercing eyes told him she was still the same woman he'd parted with on that dock in their village all those years ago. (Y/N) staggered forward, and her face crumbled, her arms opening invitingly to him.

"Mother."

Yri let out a half-laugh half-sob when he all but collapsed in her arms. She wrapped them around him tightly and stroked the back of his head as she'd done time and time again when he'd been a boy. She smelled like home, like salt water and smoke. She felt like home, like everything he'd been missing in the past years, like the part of him that he couldn't fill no matter what he tried. The tears fell with ease, seeping from his eyes and tumbling down his cheeks.

"If we want to escape," Leif piped up, pulling away from his own embrace with Freydis. He wiped at his eyes and turned to face them. "You all must listen to me very carefully."

➸ ➸ ➸ ➸ ➸ ➸

There was the thunder of drums playing. They filled the air for a moment before ceasing, a distant voice speaking, but his words lost to the wind. He assumed it was whoever was crowning Magnus and Harald as the new Kings of Norway. There was cheering, confirming his assumption, and then the men began pulling him and Freydis forward toward the expecting crowd. Insults were shouted into the air, and they passed the newly crowned kings.

(Y/N) stared forward, avoiding the eyes of the smug Magnus and avoiding looking in Harald's way entirely. His eyes only flickered away from the man leading him to scan the crowd, almost finding himself surprised when he caught the guilty frown on Jarl Nori's face. Years before, the Jarl would have been the one leading the charge against them. It seemed time mellowed out his extremities.

They were led up to a wooden podium in the middle of Kattegat itself, their bodies positioned to face away from each other as they were secured to the wooden pole. There was a man, an archbishop he presumed, who approached them clad in white and gold. He tugged his cloak closer to his body before clasping his hands together and tilting his head up to look at them.

"(Y/N) Eriksson, you have admitted to sodomy and to the sin of laying with other men." The archbishop waited, his shoulder subtly twitching in a barely restrained flinch when (Y/N) glared down at him. He cleared his throat. "Freydis Eriksdotter, you have admitted to the murder of the beatified Olaf Haraldsson."

"I have done nothing but defend the old beliefs." Freydis spat, her head raising to the gathered crowd. "Beliefs you all once held sacred! I demand to fight my accusers and let the gods decide who should live and die."

The archbishop frowned. "Only the one true God can determine guilt or innocence."

"Our fates have been destined and woven by our Viking gods," (Y/N) added, his head craning to peer down at the archbishop before lifting to finally eye the kings watching them from their seats. "They choose who lives or dies. They choose our destinies."

"We are not moved by your pleas to myths and false idols." Magnus dismissed with a soft scoff, his attention dropping to the men at the base of the podium. "Begin this." He ordered.

The wind picked up the slightest and (Y/N) searched the skies for ravens or hawks. Freydis swallowed. "I call the gods to this meeting!" She declared, muttering softly under her breath in their old language. Those in the crowd exchanged nervous glances. "Hear me now. Rise up and protect us from this heresy!"

On cue, one of the outer walls facing the forest erupted in flames that hungrily moved down the rest of the wall. There were shrieks and shouts, the crowd beginning to buzz with fright. Freydis continued, "Strike down your anger and redden these walls with blood!" Another eruption of flames, more frightened shrieks as people began to contemplate fleeing. "This world will fall sooner than our old gods yield!" One of the longhouses caught on fire, the flames spreading rapidly through the roof. "Magnus, the gods have come for you!" One boat erupted in flames.

"Do not fear the witch!" Magnus stood up from his seat, his hands raising to quell the crowd's anxiety. "It is a trick. She commands no power here!"

Some barrels caught fire, and the crowd began moving, rapidly fleeing between the buildings to escape the flames with frightened screams and panicked shouts. Magnus flinched when a roof near them erupted in flames, and he staggered back, his chest moving in deep heaves. He glared down at Harald when the second king spoke before looking back to the podium.

"What are you waiting for?! Light it!"

Before the archbishop could step close to the podium with his torch, one of the many arrows Leif and Yri were shooting pierced the wood around the podium. The stench of sulfur filled his nose, followed by thick, black smoke that clouded his vision. His ears strained through the panic until he heard the clang of metal breaking and his cuffs loosened. Immediately, he leapt off the podium in the direction facing away from Magnus and Harald. Before Freydis could rush toward Magnus, some of Harald's men tossed a bag over her head and carried her off toward safety.

"Leif-"

"It is too dangerous." Leif gave his shoulder a push. "Go!"

(Y/N) cursed under his breath and followed the men, ducking and weaving between buildings until they reached the treeline where they marched through the thick, green brush of the forest up the mountain. Freydis squirmed and shouted, her words muffled by the bag, until she was carefully set down. She huffed, blowing a strand of hair away from her face and sending (Y/N) an irritated glance as her cuffs were properly broken from her wrists.

"I did not know." He told her and raised his arms to get the cuffs off his wrists. "Argue with Leif."

"Oh, I will."

Freydis stormed past him, crushing leaves and twigs beneath her boots on her path toward Leif as he climbed down from his horse. (Y/N) snorted softly and rubbed his sore wrists. His mother approached, her hand coming to rest on his hand and tongue clicking when she noticed the redness along his inner wrists. (Y/N) allowed her to inspect them, knowing she'd force him to regardless, and watched Freydis snap at Leif. The amused grin promptly fell from his lips when Harald appeared on horseback through the trees.

Freydis and Harald quickly fell into an argument, and Leif simply walked past with minor indifference, one hand clutching Freydis's sheathed sword. (Y/N) stepped away from his mother to push through the bushes and foliage toward them, his pace quickening the closer he got. Harald huffed loudly at something Freydis said and turned away from her, his eyes spotting (Y/N) at the last minute before (Y/N)'s knuckles connected with his jawline. Freydis clamped her mouth shut mid-sentence, brows lifting in surprise before smug satisfaction settled on her face.

Harald stumbled back, his foot catching on a small log sticking out that made him fall on one knee. He brushed his fingers over his reddening skin, his lips parting to let out another huff, this time more irritated than the last. "Is this what I get for saving you?" (Y/N) pulled his foot back and swung it forward, hitting squarely where he knew the cut from Maniakes was still healing. Harald cried out, the force forcing him to fall off his knee.

He raised a hand to stop the few soldiers around, quick pants leaving him as he clutched at his side with a wince. "I made an oath." He spoke through gritted teeth. "It was not to lose something important to me."

(Y/N) blinked at him, effectively clearing his blurring vision. Freydis's hand brushed over his back as she turned and walked away to give them some space. His mouth parted slightly before closing again, the tip of his tongue swiping over his lips before (Y/N) giggled. He giggled again and again, and then he lurged into full-blown laughter that left him clutching his stomach and doubling over. "Important?" He repeated breathlessly, his fingertips collecting the tears in the corners of his eyes. "Important?"

"Yes." Harald hissed, grunting when he got back up onto his feet.

(Y/N) took in a deep breath, the shock wearing from his bones and allowing the fury to settle in. "I put up with you for nearly nine years, I take care of every injury, I deal with everything you send my way, I follow you without a single complaint- and I'm not important? I risked my life for you over and over again, Harald! Nine years together, seven with you begging for another chance, and the one time you have a chance to uphold the promise you made me, you agree to kill me?!"

"(Y/N)-"

"No, Harald!" (Y/N) snapped, his voice echoing in the forest and sending a flurry of birds darting into the air. Harald reeled back, his eyes widening briefly. The buzz of anger began fading, exhaustion quickly following to replace it. His head shook, boots digging into the dirt as he stepped backward. "I don't wish to hear it. You will hold your tongue. I hope whatever it is... it eats you alive... because you know that if I had been in your place, I would have done things differently."

(Y/N) swiftly turned and stomped through the green bushes toward the distant sound of shouting. He could hear the rustle of Harald following, but he paid it little mind, more focused on following the footprints in the dirt until he stepped out of the treeline and onto one of the cliffs overlooking the harbor.

He stopped, feeling the rocks and gravel beneath his boots and the refreshing, chilly air whipping past him. His eyes tracked Harald, watching him briefly stop to speak with Freydis and then with Leif. The two of them, along with Yri, continued further down the mountain toward the boat Leif had received from King Canute.

Swallowing, (Y/N) moved, his footsteps slow until he stopped by Harald's side. He stared out at the dark ocean, watching the faraway waves roll and the seabirds dive for fish. He was free, but the feeling wasn't as relieving as he'd hoped for. A hand tentatively touched his hip, lingering to see if he'd swat it away before it tugged him closer. Harald pressed a kiss into his temple, his head tilted to rest his head against his.

"I know I have not always been easy," Harald began softly. "But you must know that I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew you'd be someone special, and I do not regret a single moment we've had these past years. I love you, and I will until the day I die. You will be on my mind every night when I fall asleep and every morning when I wake."

(Y/N) exhaled shakily and leaned his head against Harald's for a moment. "You are.. the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me, Harald Sigurdsson." He muttered heavily and lifted his head, raising his hand to touch Harald's cheek one last time. "I hope the crown was worth it... because I am never returning. I love you too... but I don't ever want to see you again."

With a small sigh, he leaned forward, pressing his lips over Harald's. He pulled away, his trembling lips pulling into a small smile at the tears that slipped from Harald's eyes. He stroked his cheek, running his thumb over his cheekbone and the small scar there before he dropped his hand and turned to follow his family down the mountain. He wiped his eyes and let his shoulders sag, a more blissful smile spreading on his face at the sight of everyone waiting.

Leif grinned. "Ready for our next adventure?"

"Definitely."

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New Friend

leif eriksson x fem reader

Summary: You quickly become good friends with a man you have just met. His crew is set out for battle and in need of your healing skills. As you accompany them on the journey you grow even closer to your new friend.

Notes: 18+ only!!! Mostly fluff, some smut, spoilers kinda, mini chapters.

word count: 3.6k

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Chapter 1

“Who is that?” Leif asks Freydis, staring toward the ships docking.

“I do not know. It looks like a returning merchant ship.” Freydis responds. “Why?”

Leif shrugs in response and walks off stealing glances in your direction. He watches you from the other side of the dock and when your bright (e/c) eyes connect with his he doesn’t look away. It surprises him when you hold the eye contact and give him a bashful smile. He smiles back before you turn away continuing on with unloading the boat.

Later that night there is a feast in the main hall. The room bustles with loud conversation and laughter as everyone enjoys their food and drink. Leif occasionally glances around the room in search of you.

“Who are you looking for?” Freydis asks.

“What?” Leif says caught off guard. “No one.” He shrugs and looks down as he eats his food.

The night goes on and the tables become less crowded as the ale puts to sleep those who over indulged. Leif finally notices you on the opposite side of the hall. He frowns when he sees you sitting alone looking tired and sad.

“Excuse me.” Leif says to the table before getting up.

He casually wanders his way over to you. Your eyes meet his as he cautiously approaches the table and sits across from you. You look at him with a confused smile and questioning eyes.

“Hi.” He finally says. “I’m Leif. Eriksson.”

“Hi.” You smile. “(y/n).”

He gently shakes your hand, your soft fingers brushing against his calloused ones.

“You looked so lonely over here.” He says almost as a question. “I felt I needed to come and check on you.”

“Well, thank you sir.” You smile even warmer at him.

Your smile made his heart swell. He nearly missed what you said next because he was so hypnotized by it.

“My supper companions… have found company for the night.” You say jokingly rolling your eyes.

“Are you merchants?” He asks.

“Better healer than a tradesman I’m afraid. But I travel with the merchants usually. It’s a good way to see some of the world, and they are always in need of a healer.” You instantly begin to open up to him, not really understanding why.

“So you are from Kattegat then?”

“Yes, I was born here. My mother died of illness not long ago… I never knew my father. It will always be home but I want to go out and live my life, you know? We only have so much of it…”

You take a sip of your drink to hide your blush when you realize you’re over sharing to this total stranger.

“I am sorry to hear about your mother.” He places a hand on yours.

You simply nod in response as you choke back the incoming tears.

“So, where are you from?” You ask him, desperately wanting to change the topic.

“Greenland.” He simply says.

“What brings you to Kattegat?”

“I am just passing through.” He lightly shrugs.

“Oh? And how long are you staying?”

“We leave in two days.”

You try to hide your slight disappointment but Leif notices the change in your face.

“We… are in need of a healer.” He suggests. “If you would be willing to come.”

“Where are we going?” You phrase the question as if you’ve already decided.

“That is um… complicated. It would be best if you did not know.” He hesitates.

“Ok…” You furrow your brows at him. “Is it far?”

“No. Not far at all. We are traveling by foot but we also have some horses. Myself and a small crew. It should only take us a few days to get there.”

“Ok… and why are we going to this mysterious place that I shall not know of?” You ask, your expression unreadable.

“There is a battle to be had…” He says lowly.

“Ok…” You say once again. “…and what is this battle?”

“It um- would be best if you did not know that either.” He knew how it all sounded so he did not expect your next words.

“Well… in that case I better go and sleep off this ale. If there is to be a battle, I have much to prepare before we depart.” You say as you stand from the table.

“I- uh- ok. Ok great.” Leif says in surprise. “I can walk you to your house?”

You nod with a smile and take his arm before leaving the hall. Leif makes light conversation with you as you walk the short path to your small house. Your arm fits around his so comfortably but the feeling makes your cheeks burn. You let go once you arrive at your door.

“Goodnight then, Greenlander.” You smile. “I shall see you in the morning?”

“Yes. Yes, see you in the morning.” He smiles back. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

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Chapter 2

You meet with Leif the next morning and he introduces you to the small crew.

“This is Harald Siguredsson… And my sister, Freydis Eriksdotter.”

You get acquainted with everyone as they welcome you warmly. You discuss medicines and other things you may need for the travels. Leif keeps his eyes firmly on you as you talk with the others but you pretend not to notice.

“I shall see all of you tomorrow then.” You say to the group once you’re finished, eyes lingering on Leif.

They say their goodbyes but Leif catches up to you as you turn away.

“Do you need help with preparing anything?”

You smile warmly at him and nod. “I could certainly use some help, yes.”

You walk back to your house and Leif follows you inside. He looks around your small but cozy space. The small kitchen has a large table in the corner covered in different herbs and flowers and multiple mortars scattered about it. There was curtains hanging in the doorway to a small bedroom. Through the crack he caught a glimpse of your bed and a tub in the corner. You begin to organize the messy table as you make your preparations.

“What can I do?” Leif walks over to you.

You smile up at him. Each time you smiled at him it made his heart skip a beat. You hand him a mortar and pestle along with some plants.

“I need you to grind these up for me. As fine as you can please, the leafs will start to form a paste.”

He simply nods and begins crushing the herbs before him. As you both work with busy hands you ask more about him and his life and he tells you of Greenland and of his family. He then asks you about yours and you tell him how you grew up on a small farm at the edges of Kattegat with your mother. She taught you all about plants and healing mixtures. After she died you moved to a smaller place and began the occasional travel with the merchants, making coin with your healing skills. You enjoyed the escape but you always returned home.

It felt oddly comfortable to open up to Leif. The conversation seemed to flow between you like you had known each other for years.

“When did she die?” Leif asks.

Your hands pause and you frown looking down.

“6 months ago.” You choke out as you hold back tears.

“I am sorry…” He places his hand over yours.

Tears still in your eyes, you give him a soft smile and squeeze his hand in response before resuming your preparations. After that you mostly work in comfortable silence, occasionally giving Leif a new plant to grind and him asking questions about what they do. Then there were the silent glances and smiles that made your heart beat a little faster.

Once everything was finally prepared the sun had begun to set. You say goodnight to each other as Leif gets ready to head back to the inn.

“Thank you so much for your help today.” You say as he stands in the open doorway. “You have helped me more than you know.”

“Anytime.” He simply smiles and heads out the door. “See you tomorrow!” He calls behind him.

“See you.” You say under your breath.

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Chapter 3

The next morning you wake and gather up your things for the trip. You walk down to the inn that the majority of the crew were staying at. You see Freydis outside and she waves you over with a smile.

“Good morning!” She smiles as she grabs your bags from you and hands them to another man loading the cart.

“Thank you.” You smile. “And good morning.”

You see the whole crew on the move preparing for the trip. Until someone was sick or wounded there was not much else for you to do.

“Can I do anything to help?” You ask Freydis.

“Hmm, uh, yes actually! Can you go and wake Leif?” She asks. “He is still sleeping and we are leaving soon.”

“Uh, yes sure.” You nod.

“Thank you, he is in room 3.” She gestures her head to the inn. “Down the hall, last door on the left. Please be quick about it we are almost ready.”

You nod again and quickly make your way into the inn and find room 3 down the hall. You fully expected Leif to be asleep in his bed so you open the door knocking lightly. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you see him standing there shirtless. Your eyes quickly trace over the tattoos on his muscular back before he turns around and notices you. You catch a glimpse of his bare hips as he pulls his pants up. Your eyes dart back up to his questioning ones. You have to focus to stop your eyes from wandering back down to where his hands were lacing up his pants, also bringing attention to his toned abs.

“I- uh. Sorry. We- uh. Um. We- uh.” The heat rises in your cheeks as you stand there feeling like a stuttering idiot.

You clear your throat and finally get the words out. “We are leaving…”

“Ok, I am ready. I was just getting dressed.” He says nonchalantly as he pulls his shirt over his head, clearly not noticing how flustered you are.

You follow him out of the building and join the rest of the group as you head off for the journey.

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Chapter 4

You walk all day with the group, sharing stories and laughs along the way. Considering you did not know where you were going or what battle awaited them you felt safe with your companions.

Once the sun begins to set you find a spot to camp for the night. You eat supper around the campfire chatting away to Freydis sitting beside you. Occasionally you would catch Leif watching you from across the fire.

The temperature drops as the night gets later. Everyone begins to say their goodnights and retreat to their tents. Soon you and Leif are left alone sitting across each other. Your eyes meet in glances causing a soft smile from Leif. You stare back into the fire to hide your blushing. Shivering a little, you pull your cloak tighter around yourself.

“You look cold.” Leif breaks the silence.

“How observant of you.” You playfully tease. “That would be because I am.”

“Why don’t you come over here? We can keep each other warm.” He smiles.

You meet his eyes for a moment before crawling around the fire and cuddling up beside him as he wraps his arm around you. The heat radiating from his body warms you instantly. You both sit in comfortable silence looking into the fire. After a moment he rests his head on top of yours making your heart swell. As soon as you rest your eyes you began to drift off to sleep. Leif could feel your body beginning to go limp and held you tighter.

“Hey…” He whispers to you as you wake again. “Why don’t you go and get some sleep? I’ll help you to your tent.”

“I am fine.” You say shaking off your sleepiness. You did not want to go back to your cold tent alone you just wanted to remain in his warm arms.

“Do you not want to sleep?” He pulls back to raise his eyebrow at you.

“I just want to remain here with you.” You sheepishly admit.

Leif can’t help the wide grin that comes to his face.

“Well, we cannot sleep out here in the cold.” He begins to move to stand.

“Leif-“ You grab his arm, making him sit back down.

His confused eyes meet yours but then soften when he understands the unspoken words behind your eyes while you stare deeply into his.

He leans towards you, eyes briefly glancing to your lips. He moves at a pace that causes the anticipation to ache in your chest. Finally, his lips brush against yours in a soft tender kiss. You could feel the sparks the second your lips touched like fireworks had just gone off inside you both. He pulls away softly and smiles to you before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“We should get some sleep. We could continue to keep each other warm?” He says standing up and holding his hand out to you.

You nod and take his hand as he pulls you up to stand. He continues to hold onto your hand as he leads you to his tent, which was slightly larger than yours.

Once inside you shed your cloak and top layers, placing them in the corner. Leif does the same until you are both left in your thin shirts and bottoms. You crawl under the furs and cuddle up to him for warmth. He pulls you in close, wrapping both his strong arms tightly around you. Your heart races as his embrace feels so unfamiliar yet so comfortable. You close your eyes to sleep. He kisses the top of your head causing a smile to form on your lips. His steady heartbeat thumping against your ear causes you to quickly drift off into a peaceful sleep, more peaceful than either of you have had in a long time.

The next morning you throw the rest of your clothing back on and crawl out of Leif’s tent after your bladder had woken you up. You jump when your eyes are met by a single Viking already starting up the morning fire. Harald gives you a knowing smirk and raises his brow at you, glancing between you and Leif’s tent. You give him an embarrassed smile before you hurry away into the woods.

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Chapter 5

You and Leif had not had a moment to speak alone as you traveled with the group for most of the day. You did not think you were acting any different but the others could sense something had shifted. When you finally stop to make camp you suggest that you and Leif should try to find some fish at the nearby river.

“How did you sleep?” Leif asks as you walk together.

“Very well.” You smile at him. “And you?”

“Very well.” He smiles back.

“I believe I can take some credit for your peaceful sleep.” You wink.

“I suppose I could do the same.” He smirks.

“I have never met anyone quite like you Greenlander.” You smile adoringly.

“I have never met anyone quite like you, (y/n). I think I-“ He pauses.

“What?” You turn to him as you both stop walking.

“I think I am in love with you.” He admits.

“Leif-“

Before you can respond he boldly grabs your face and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. You freeze for a moment of surprise before relaxing against him and throwing your arms around his neck. The kiss continues and his tongue slips in to gently caress yours. He is gentle and passionate and all you can think is how you love this man too.

“Leif…” You whisper when your lips part.

Your eyes meet and he looks at you with pure adoration.

“We have fish to catch…” You say and he nods removing his hands from your face.

“And…” You move your hand to brush his cheek with your thumb. “I think I am in love with you too.”

He grins widely and places another quick kiss to your lips. You hold his hand as you make your way to the river to catch some fish for supper.

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Chapter 6

As soon as the sun began to rise so did the crew. You rush around with them as they pack up camp. They needed to continue traveling as soon as possible, they planned to reach the battle today.

They soon stop again to make one last camp in preparation for the battle. You had a tent set up with a large work table and you begin to prepare everything you may need following the fight.

Leif steps into your tent to say goodbye. He quickly cups your cheeks and gives a firm kiss to your lips. You pull him close as you kiss him back.

“Please do not die.” You whisper as your thumb strokes the hand on your face.

“I will do my best.” He places a final kiss to your forehead and walks out of the tent. He could not bear spending long to say goodbye to you knowing it could be the last time.

You had been pacing for hours now waiting for everyone to return from the battle. Waiting for Leif to return. The more time that passes the more you worry. There was a very real chance he may never return. A very real chance he had been killed. The thoughts swirl around in your mind and cause your chest to tighten.

Finally, you hear the commotion outside of people returning. You run out and desperately search around for Leif. You spot the rest of your crew and your heart sinks. You begin to walk over to Freydis but before she spots you a hand grabs your shoulder. You spin around to see Leif standing behind you shirtless, covered in blood and dirt, with wild messy hair. His face expressionless.

“Oh Leif!” You throw your arms around him not caring about the blood now staining your clothes. “I was so worried I had lost you for good… Are you hurt?” You pull back and examine him frantically for any noticeable wounds.

“I am fine. Can we go inside?” He says flatly.

You raise a brow at his tone but then nod and follow him into the tent. Once the curtains are shut you turn to Leif.

“Are you alright?” You barely get the words out before his lips are on yours, pulling you into a ferocious kiss that takes your breath away.

“No.” He mumbles against your lips. “There were moments… I thought I would never… see you again.” He says between kisses.

He cups your face and kisses you hungrily like a starved animal. The air is filled with a mountain of different emotions as you kiss him back with a burning passion. His tongue demands entrance and you happily oblige. The metallic taste of the blood on his lips makes you pull him closer to you, the fear of nearly losing him today too much to bear.

Suddenly he lifts you up and throws you down onto the table causing a bunch of things to clatter to the ground. You pay no attention to the fallen items as he starts kissing and nipping at your neck. You feel his hardness pushing against your core and it lights a fire within you. Your hands wander all over each other as your lips connect again. You run your fingers over his bloody chest and strong biceps as he moves to grab your breasts through your shirt.

As things become more heated you begin to tear at each other’s clothes. He shoves your skirts up to your hips and grinds harder against you, making you gasp into his mouth. He begins pulling the laces of your top as you frantically fumble with the strings of his pants. Your body felt electric from how desperately you needed him right now. Your mind was completely blurred by the feeling him.

Before you could get any further Freydis bursts into the tent startling you both.

“Oh… I- uh- I am sorry…” She stutters in surprise. “But we uh- need our healer out here.”

“Yes, of course of course. Apologies...” You quickly scramble to your feet and straighten yourself out.

Freydis gives you a nod and a knowing smirk to Leif before leaving the tent. You turn to Leif who’s now holding a damp rag. He gently wipes off the bit of blood from your face and neck. It was a sweet gesture although you knew you would be covered in blood again in a moment once you helped the wounded. His eyes meet yours and he smiles down at you before kissing your forehead.

“Go on.” He gestures his head to outside.

“I am so glad you are alive and safe.” You grab his hands and kiss his lips once more.

He did not need to respond for you to know exactly how he felt. You smile and gaze lovingly at each other before you move to gather your supplies, including those now on the floor, and exit the tent. You tried not to let the overwhelming thoughts of him cloud your mind while you worked. You could not help but count the minutes until you could have privacy with him tonight.

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