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iinafarawaygalaxii · 4 months ago

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Assassins Creed: Valhalla | Freyja’s Promise

Disenchanted: Chapter 3

Summary: The Legend has risen- but to a different world than the one she knew before. Marking the beginning of a prophecy she still fails to comprehend as her entire world flips upside down- unleashing its tantalizing fury.

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

WC: 5.6k

Notes:

Bacraut - Asshole

Assassins Creed Valhalla | Eivor Varinsdottir x Vili Hemmingston

She opened her eyes to the bright sunlight, hearing birds chirp on the windowsill in complete taciturnity. It was the most peaceful locus she had woken up in a long time as she slowly sat up feeling a warm ping on her shoulder. She looked down to assess the damage trying to pull herself out of a fog that rested heavily on her shoulders, forcing her eyes wide with surprise when she saw that her wound had scarred- almost completely. She traced her fingers across the ungodly site she's now cursed with for the rest of her life, raising even more questions about the culprit and if he had been caught when she pressed down with a wince to check for a pain response. Though it wasn't nearly as painful compared to the beginning- But the question remained still...

How could she have healed this quickly?

The last thing she remembered was clutching onto Vili when he carried her throughout Jorvik... embarrassingly enough as that is- Everything else was a blank from there. No memory or sensation since then... Not even a dream. She reached for her head in confusion, recognizing that what was once braided, was not. "What...", She whispered to herself, seeing her tattered black hair flow over her shoulders. 'Hmm...Interesting', she thought. Reaching for the back of her head and felt knots that were in need of attention- No doubt from the amount of time she had been laying there; her first clue, as she got up in hopes of finding a thrall to draw her bath and was quickly blessed with one standing in the doorway.

*CRASHHH*

The servant stood still in shock, dropping a vase of water on the ground- a look she assumes will get in abundance given her reaction alone. "Jarlskona...-", The woman whispered, placing a hand above her heart, "You've... You've woken!", She declared happily as Eivor pointed out that she was indeed and was in need of cleansing. "Mention nothing-", the Raven demanded sending the servant off to grab the other women to draw her a bath of roses pedals and lavender salts that did not take long to procure.

And by the time she had stretched herself and de-robed, the bath was already filled and steaming with a hardiness that was far more than just alluring- it was sought after. She checked the temperature with a grin before delving in and submerging into a blanket of alleviation for the tender muscles that plagued her. And after a moments rest, the thralls had scrubbed her clean from head to toe- humming old nordic songs from her fathers age that was soothing and welcoming. To know they would be in such a good mood over her simply waking up... Warmed her heart but flustered her curiosity further, leading her to ask unfiltered questions in search of personal respite. "Tell me how long has it been?", The Jarlskona asked, sinking into the warmth of the tub for some much needed relief. "About what my Lady?", one of the women brushing Eivor's hair leaned down to listen, smiling warmly. The raven peeked over her shoulder with a raised brow and a smirk, watching the thrall with intent-

"How long have I been sleeping?"

She met with no response. Only looked over to the other thralls who's heads were low- avoiding eye contact as much as possible- their smiles completely vanished from sight. "What?", The raven cawed, sitting up in the tub to gain at least someones attention. "My Lady, I think it is best if you speak with the high lords." One mentioned, bowing low to the legend before them out of respect and shame. Eivor cocked her head slightly in confusion narrowing her eyes as she contemplated their behavior, "I shall then...", she responded not wanting to press further- given their positions. A law she wishes to expel from these lands, one day. Although, they were being awfully suspicious for a simple answer, leading her to believe it must've been longer than she thought.

They continued caring for Eivor, cleaning and sanitizing her wound, washed and brushed her hair, cutting her nails- bringing her back to a semi standard that felt like a breath of fresh air after the long sleep she's had and after an hour of soaking- and perpetual thinking, the thralls had finished braided her hair it in a usual fashion. Threading the golden beads throughout her locks as they prepared her clothes for the new day- "Thank you. Now leave-", Eivor commanded as they scurried off to spread the news- unhinged.

It wasn't difficult to get changed on her own but she was indeed sore. After dressing herself in a black silk tunic and pants, strapping on her brown belt and boots for extra measure, she made her way downstairs in a hurry- excited to see those she longed to speak to. After all she needed to know what happened and once she got to the base of the stairs, she overheard a heated debate between the chieftains of England making her pause-

Randvi: "-No that inadvisable. Northumbrias cave systems run deep, I say we send a scouts and a cartographer to map the magma tunnels and find our way to invade there."

Tewdwr: "Its just too risky Randvi, if they get caught the picts will have the maps before we do. Which will be dangerous in the long run for all of us-"

She backed against the wall at the last step, 'An invasion?', she thought, chiming into the discourse of the ton and continued to listen before she made her entrance, trying understand the position they are in.

Stowe: "No matter what... We need eyes if we are going to invade. Instead of the tunnels we should send the scouts into enemy territory over the mountain pass and have them find out what they can."

Erke: "I agree with Stowe we need reconnaissance before we take action"

Sigurd: "And if the scouts get caught?"

Broder: "They wont..."

Sigurd: "How can you be so sure?"

Broder: "Cause' the picts only have one target in mind and thats Eivor and England. If we send our raiders from Snottingham and Sciropscire up to the northern regions, we can get information quickly without being spotted by their forces... which are littered across Northumbrian territory.

Sigurd: "Broder, that would leave the southern territories of Northumbria AND Mercia defenseless, why in the 9 realms would we do that-?"

The room fell eerily silent as suspicion grew across their faces seeing Broder nervous and nearly sweating under the guise of certainty. Eivor took note, peaking around the corner when she saw the lords circle the man like a pack of lions defending its territory. It was so unlike him to be so strung, leading her to deeper questions about the East Anglian ally she did not wish to contemplate. She frowned when the pit of her stomach grew darker- feeling a tentative qualm beseech her mind as she watched everything unfold;

Stowe: "You seem to know a lot about their motive Broder. Care to explain where you're getting this information from?"

Erke: "Yes- and why pull all our raiders to a singular area? That would be foolish considering their mass of warriors."

Broder: "Are you accusing me of treason?"

Sigurd: "Should we?"

Broder: "How dare you..."

Axes were now in hand ready to jump when someone flinches, forcing the hall silent that indicated Eivor's need to jump in. She strode up to the table raising one hand while placing the other of Erke's weapon, "Stow away your axes. This isn't the time for petty battles...", Everyones eyes went wide as their mouths fell remained silent. People who were working, stopped to gawk at the Jarlskona before them- awake and in the flesh. Her pale skin represented the hell she had been through, and hollowed bones from lack of nutrition- showing how long she had been sleeping.

"E-Eivor...?"

Sigurd questioned bringing her in for a hug. "When did you wake?", He held his sister close, checking for any signs of distress when his hand pulled her shirt down to check the wound. "Im fine Sigurd...", she gently captured his hand from delving any further. Checking back with the ton and presented herself to them, "Tell me- what has happened since we last spoke? My wound is healed which makes me think I've been out for some time...", She looked around to everyone for an answer- all whom were still shocked that she was even awake- remaining silent

"Eivor, you've been out for 3 whole weeks... A lot had happened since that day-"

Randvi chimed as they all circled around trying to contain their excitement for her return given the link of events thats happened since her slumber. "You have no idea how good it is to see you Wolf-Kissed. A relief at best-", Broder came and placed a hand on her lower back forcing the raven to sneer and shrug him off. She now carried the same suspicion as her peers, folding her arms in disappointment and questioned his motives;

"Broder, before I came down, I overheard your strategy in the campaign against the picts. Now, I may have just woken up, but I am no fool. Suggesting to pull all our raiders to one area is imprudent and you know that- in any given situation like this-", she panned her hand over the map, showing what little allied totems they have against the pict masses in the north that vastly outweighed the limit of their own.

"-Especially after what happened to Soma which shows me you have not learned your lesson from the battle as I have..."

She glared back to him watching his brows furrow with discontent. He tilted his head a bit not knowing how to respond when he glanced down and peered back at her, "What are you insinuating, Mighty Raven?", he questioned, withdrawing himself to hear her wreathed speech in resistance against him, despite his... fondness for her. She tapped on the map and asked, "Insinuating? No... This is a warning-", she stepped up to the drengir, checking him from head to toe, "...For what-", he murmured with a scowl, feeling her swiftly adjust his cape with two quick tugs.

"To tread carefully. You never know who may stab you in the back-"

She looked at her shoulder and back to him before turning her attention back to the lords and chieftains and began to dive into the real questions. "Now... Tell me everything-", she said with her hands sprawled across the table watching Broder take his leave back to camp and no one stopped him. For the man had darker things in play that the legend has already snared. She nodded off the side for one of Vili's scouts to tag him and watch his movements feeling her trust begin to dwindle as the troubled man looked back before he left with maliciousness. "I hate to sympathize but he gets more and more apprehensive about all of this as time goes on. This is the best choice- at least for now...", Randvi stated looking back to Eivor as they watched the scout disappear into the crowds and begin his mission, "Yes, Alefgar had once warned us of such treachery- a wise man from a pack of fools. By the way, where is the Saxon Eldorman? I must speak with him-",

The lords all looked to each other introspectively when grave looks befell their faces and continued to explain how Alefgar had passed away in a scrimmage for information with a group of elite drengir who failed to save him before it was too late. The news was breaking but only got worse after finding out Halfdan had passed away from his illness and named Vili Hemmingston the crown.

Her mouth dropped-

Though it wasn't too much of a surprise, since this was something they were all prepared for. She just didn't imagine it would happen so quick and without her presence becoming almost too* overbearing to hear as Erke and Stowe continued to explain that the picts are planning an invasion in one months time and with how little resource's Jorvik has and the kingdom of Northumbria as a whole, couldn't agree on what to do going forward- losing time and energy towards their efforts.

"Here- the letter..."

Eivor grasped the parchment intently and read the words, 'The Wolf must die to save us from Ragnarok- Alimina has spoken; Find the Kissed one- and cast her bleeding heart into the ocean.' , Eivor's eyes closed, crushing the parchment in her fist. "Alimina....", She growled under her breath, finally knowing the name responsible for her scar and the damage done to her people. "When the time comes to strike her down- she is mine.", The raven burned the letter over a candle and held it up to watch it crisp into dust. "And who has knowledge of this?" She asked looking ovre the ton who weere hree to day as stowe camee up and grimly murmured,

"Everyone-"

She looked to her friends and family who were diplomacy torn. Each displaying different levels of energy airing on the side of fatigue when she looked back at the war table and analyzed the plans before her. It truly was too much to hear, feeling her heart protrude out of her chest for the loss of allies in her slumber and this shitty situation ahead of them- ahead of her that she had no clue what to begin with. A piece of her hugr hated itself and her vulnerability for putting them in this position, instantly thinking about Vili and his role in all of this that made her first growing concern to question about allies.

"Has Vili contacted King Ceowulf or Guthrum?"

The leaders looked to each other in distress. Having to relive their failures in her absence but relieved to hear her thoughts about reclaiming them. They gathered apprehensively folding their arms as they broke discouraging news, "Guthrum is dead Eivor... Lady Aselthswith took back East Anglia and Mercian boarders hamlets. King Ceowulf is here and being received by Vili as we speak...-", Eivor's heart began to pick up, seeing the father of a boy she had just saw in the afterlife no long ago- making her readjust her cape to let in more air as she cleared her throat-

"A shame... Its only a matter of time before Alimina, her Picts, and Aselthswith make their move. What is your strategy?"

The room remained silent all looking to Sigurd who forgot to divulge critical information about the Mercian Kings arrival. "We need to tell her-", Stowe said rubbing his forehead in distress and turned around unable to contain such a secret from her, "It needs to come from the King, not-", "Tell me what?", Eivor asked cutting her brother off while placing a hand on his shoulder, unnerved that he was holding secrets again- despite everything they have faced thus far and the things that are inquired to happen. "Do not hide things from me brother...", she murmured, tightening her grip to remind him of their promise long ago after their discovery of the Isu. "Sister... I-"

"Wolf-Kissed?"

She turned around and saw Vili at the entrance of the hall. Everyone heavily anticipating their meeting just as much as she did- now finally having the chance to seek the answers she needs from the 'King' himself. Eivor slowly released her hand from her brothers shoulders and started pacing cautiously towards him. "Arse-Stick?", She tipped her head a little, seeing a golden crown sit heavily above his brow and guessed he has been treated well given his new appearance that sent unnatural shivers down her spine. She felt her skin raise with bumps in tandem with her nervousness that slowly continued to elevate each step he took.

They made him clothes fit for a king.

A white silk tunic and finely woven cotton pants with brown, gold plated, boots. His armor was new and shiny, matching the gilded pattern throughout his fit as the straps that carried his bronze hammers was no doubt made from the finest leather they could seek. She could see how it was carefully threaded throughout his body for maximum efficiency to carry extra weapons. It was charming how his white wolf cape fit over his broad shoulders, bound together by a golden wolf pin, flowing just perfectly enough to get a full view of his body. She could feel her face flush, returning color where there was none as the crowds witnessed Vili's chest begin to rise- almost swearing they could see his eyes weld from excitement, sadness, worry and relief...

'Is that really her?'

He kept repeating to himself, inching closer to her. He raised a brow checking her state; Despite just waking, looked weary- fatigued even, making his mind race of all the things he needed to do to get her better before the dawn of battle. That was... until he saw her cheeks flush. He cocked his head with a grin unable to tell what she was thinking though the blush laid idle to ears spoke enough for itself as he picked up his speed watching Eivor do that same.

It was so unlike her to cause a scene like this, enough to make Sigurd and Randvi look to each other curiously- watching the two come into a full embrace. A firm, tight hug that carried- bewildered those who were watching. A sigh of relief escaped both their lips with a chuckle as Vili's hand dropped to her lower back to bring her in closer. "When...", He whispered in her ear still locked in arms forcing his grip tighter when he realized this was actually her in the flesh- awake in his arms."Not... long...", He gripped harder making Eivor's chest seize, "Vili...I... cant- Bre-", before he quickly let go, forcing Eivor to hunch over and catch her breath while reaching for his chest for balance.

"I see you're in good health..."

She responded with a cough, hearing them both chuckle. She stood back up after a moment and she took a second to look around seeing everyone watch them intently, he face began to flush again, closing in on the king to keep the conversation between them. "I need to speak to you... privately-", Eivor leaned into whisper, slightly embarrassed from their oversight, since her goal was to keep emotional attachments at a minimum and to present themselves as such without spectacle. "I was just thinking the same...", Vili muttered keeping the tone whilst leading her back upstairs to his room. "Stay here, all of you. Ceowulf will be here in a moment. He is speaking with Trygve about provisions-", He announced before following his comrade up the stairs, seeing Sigurd nod to the King to deliver the 'secret news' everyone was keeping.

Though things didn't go well, as planned.

The moment they had privacy he brought her back in for a hug. "You should've came to me when you woke...-", He said taking a step back before offering a seat on the bed with him. She took him up, of course, sitting close to her best friend with her elbows on her knees. "A king huh?", She asked looking over to see a crown sit boldly on top of his head. "There wasn't much time. We're.... in a state of emergency now-", He sighed, releasing the tension and stress thats been cooped up before reliving his failures again. "Between the Alimina, picts invading and Aselthswith... Were losing ground, resources, and time... Im kinda glad you're here Wolf-Kissed. We're in need of that thick skull of yours-", He flicked her head and received a push to the shoulder as they both chuckled before Eivor noticed a change in his demeanor.

She could sense his tension- His stress.

Placing a gently hand on his thigh to recapture his attention, forcing him to gaze upon her. "Halfdan wouldn't have chosen you if he knew you couldn't do it... Just like your father", She stood up placing herself in his frontal view. "Besides, you have all of Northumbria at your side... and me, Jarlskona of Ravenclans- of course.", kneeling in front of him to kiss the top of one of his hands, swearing her fealty to him- unbridled. "Im yours to command... my King-", She looked up to him with alluring eyes watching him begin to unravel, relax, and ready to take advantage of his kingliness.

A snide grin rose on his face grabbing her chin to bring her in closer. "I never thought I would see the day...", He whispered gazing at her lips before making eye contact watching her roll her own, "You only get it once, don't push your luck Arse- sti-oo", He brought her up for a kiss, shocking her still as she took it in, melding into him as if it were the first taste of a craving she had longed for. 'You cant', she thought to herself trying to find the will to let go that was fleeting every second that had passed. The pent up energy they both carried went a step too far when he lifted her onto him, hearing the crown fall from his head and roll on the floor. The heavy metal coming down with a clank that made him pause,

"Its King now-",

He said falling back onto the bed with her on top. "You'll always be an Arse-Stick to me...", She purred sitting back up to place a hand on his chest to keep him in place. A part of her didn't want to pursue this, especially with greater things ahead of them but the tension they've held in since they saw each other... Since that night- was bursting, uncontrolled and has been growing feral since their time in Snottingham forcing the childhood friends to re-examine their relationship.

His hand reached up to her cheek- testing the waters in sound of his heart beat pounding against his chest. His blood now pumping enough to be felt in between her legs, hot and throbbing against her core. She rolled her hips just once feeling his hand slither to her waist and up her naval- wanting her to move again.

"I told you it was a dragons tail...",

She rolled her eyes, interlinking their fingers with his as he rolled over on top- to be in control. "Eivor... theres something I need to tell you-", he changed his demeanor. The moment quickly dowsed like water to fire, as the young raven's eyebrow raised wondering what news could take precedent over... well this, "Then speak in plain words-", She exclaimed waiting to hear what everyones been so eager to tell as she watched his face sour.

He sat up, forcing Eivor to follow suit- using her elbows to prop herself up to listen as Vili cleared his throat and readjusted himself. "Eivor, Ceowulf is here for only one thing and its to pass the crown-", She immediately knew where this was going not wanting to take part while planning a quick escape outside the castle-longhouse. "-No", She said frankly- dead in his eye as if no question couldn't be more disappointing. "Eivor you didn't even hear the re-",

"I said no-"

She exclaimed yet again as she tried to escape their position but was pinned down by the king himself. Though he knew he was testing her patience, given she complied without struggle- her brow fire now more immense than before when he heard her laugh off the awkwardness and avoid eye contact. It was when she stopped she panned back to him with a menacing look, "Tread carefully, Vili Hemmingston-", She said calmly, awaiting the 'kings' answer as he let go and continued to straddle her;

Vili: "You wont like what I have to say Wolf-Kissed. So please... please just, be calm and listen to me-"

Eivor: "Begging doesn't suit you, your majesty."

Vili: "I wouldn't have to if the queen of stubbornness would LISTEN-!"

Eivor: "...."

Vili: "Do I have your attention?"

Eivor: "...."

Vili: *Sigh*, "You don't have to rule Mercia alone. You've already been named heir when you woke from deep sleep- everyone approves of it even the civilians. Now you're here, awake, with a crown to accept and a kingdom to protect.... But you don't have to do it alone. By contingency Sigurd became Jarl of Ravensclan and offered your hand to the King of Northumbria to solidify- whoaa!"

She pushed him off in rage.

The anger that was building with each word he spoke struck in her core, making it explode. Her anger lead her downstairs to confront Sigurd herself. Being inconsolable and bringing the rage of Helheim with her as her footsteps and Vili's voice commanding her to 'stop' was heard from below. "Well she knows now....", Randvi states, staring at the ceiling above with the tap of her foot knowing that Eivor would react this way. "You should've waited until she woke...", the table maiden continued, folding her arms at her ex who stated it was whats best for their clan and England.

"Well you're about to find whats best, Sigurd-",

She responded to the Ravensclan Jarl as Eivor emerged from the staircase in haste. She strode up to Sigurd, eyes pinned on her target like a predator catching its prey and punched him in the face with vigor- forcing the leaders to peel her off him. "HOW DARE YOU SIGURD! Pass me off like I'm some sort of cattle to be sold!", She tried to reach for him again but was pulled back by members of their clan. Randvi instantly stood in the middle trying to calm both parties as Sigurd decided to make things worse by announcing his intentions unwillingly. "I AM THE JARL OF RAVENSCLAN NOW, I DECIDE OUR FUTURE!-", Sigurd exclaimed forcing Eivor to growl and launch forward. "BACRAUT! THAT IS NOT YOUR DECISION TO MAKE", She screamed back, ready to fight to the death as King Ceowulf himself came and hooked his arms around Eivor to restrain her from further harm.

"You, now...-"

He ordered knowing she wouldn't dare hurt him in any way, shape, or form given their tight bond over his son who passed not long ago. "-Don't make me wait...-", He commanded sternly, bringing Eivor up and pushing her towards the kings stage. "Leaders of Mercian and Northumbrian territories are the only ones permitted to stay. Everyone else leave. Now-", The hall thinned as Eivor was found pacing back and fourth on the stage with Vili off to the side next to Ceowulf and the others. "I thought you said you could handle this-", The old king leaned in to whisper, "I didn't think she would react this way...-", Vili muttered disappointedly as he watched Eivor try her best to calm herself.

To be clear...

It wasn't that she didn't want to be queen. It was the fact that both Vili and her brother knew just how much she hated the idea of marriage and the things that come after. Much more- decisions being made about her life without her knowledge or consent which made everything even worse. 'Just sprinkle in a little prophecy and set the world on fire while they're at it', She thought plagued by poor decisions made on her behalf when she took a deep breath trying to sooth her hugr. Nevertheless, Sigurd always has a way of reigniting flames as he sat at the edge of a table facing towards the kings stage, watching his little sister unravel.

"You! Are the most- STUBBORN....- WOMAN! In existence! Just shut the hell up and LISTEN!",

Sigurd exclaimed holding a frozen pork chop against the eye she so desperately bruised. She stopped pacing seeing her inner peace fade as the rage came back willing to bruise his other eye to match as she prepared herself to launch at him again only to be caught by Vili this time. A huge mistake... Because she really... really, did not want to be touched. She launched for the King who dodged the attack.

"Wolff-Kisseddd...",

He exclaimed hesitantly, holding his hands out against her while trying to coax her out of a fight he already knew was coming. The Kings guard began to close in until Vili ordered them to stop, watching the Raven ready to strike as she got closer- backing him into a wall. "And you...? You knew this plan all along- yet..? You saw it fit to keep me guessing...-", she launched and they began fighting.

Each attempted punch was met with a dodge and every kick captured and let go. His main offensive was defensive- letting her run out of energy before re-approaching the topic. "You-", He dodge a punch to the face trying to speak through her rage but was still unwilling, "-didn't let me finish- whoa!", He exclaimed missing a close call to the chest as he escaped her attack area to gain some distance.

At this point everyone except Ceowulf was off the stage watching an oath be broken over and over again with each punch she tried to lay- attacking a King on his home ground. Thee equivalent of treason. Though everyone knew that it was deeper than that. Which made most turn a blind eye because at the end of the day... No one means more to them in the world than each other. Though they would never admit it publicly watching the raven attack its host.

"Shut up and fight me!",

She yelled, kicking up high but ended up dodging before he captured her leg and pushed into her till they were both on the floor. He decided to use his brute strength as a man to pin her down as he did above, straddling her with struggle but finally had an opening to lock her down by pinning her hands above her head with one hand and capturing her jaw with the other. "EIVOR STOP!", He yelled in pant, stunning her into place like a scolded puppy- ready to receive its punishment.

"-The idea was given but I ordered for it be YOUR decision!", He took a moment to catch his breath peering down with a fury she had not seen from him. "-Sigurd agreed to wait until we knew how you felt but kept the offer... which I accepted-", She was still frowning but squirmed no longer. Only stared at the man before her thinking about the big mistake she made because of her hot temper and inability to keep it contained. He let go of her wrist as she relaxed her arms, laying quietly to listen.

"Wolf...- Eivor... This reality we are facing? Is very much real and very much dangerous." He sneered, "You...you've been out for a while and a lot has happened- more than you can comprehend. But now? Is NOT the time to fight but rather time strategize our next move to protect OUR people.", He slowly stood up, hovering before her as she laid on the ground in confusion and anger- sadness and relief. "-If you don't want to unite the kingdom then fine... but at least help me protect it and its people..."

Nothing hurt worse that seeing his pleading eyes begging for her cooperation. A look she had never seen from him before, making her wonder why she would react so harshly without more information. She needed time to think and organize her thoughts as he continued, "All I ask is for your support, Eivor. Everything else can come later- under your discretion...", He held his arm out to her as everyone witnessed Eivor lay in debate trying to determine the best move.

Things would never be the same if she said yes. Their entire relationship would change- their whole dynamic. Not to mention... What would he expect from her, the people? This was too much at once with too little time boggling her mind in ways she could not comprehend- Especially since both Mercia and Northumbria are in a state of emergency and her life is in immediate danger.

Either way, she is set to be the Queen of Mercia. That much she will accept- regardless of what comes in the future and needed to get her affairs in order. She took his arm, lifting her back on her feet as she captured him by the chest pushing him against the war table till their bodies were touching. He used his hands to support himself, feeling her shake down to the bone which spoke to how furious she was about the overwhelming amount of information she received not long after waking- wanting space more than time as she let go of him slowly, seeing a single tear travel down her cheek.

"The die is cast then...",

She growled in anguish. The rage she had still present, but dormant enough to walk away. She nodded to him and king Ceowulf before taking her leave outside the castle-longhouse and calling for Aseir to take her outside of the walls and far from this retched place. It was only moments before Broder showed his face, hearing the ruckus from the ale house close by. He steps carried forcing Vili's attention as the Northumbrian king readjusted his cape to face him.

"She doesn't deserve someone like you...",

Broder exclaimed walking up to Vili and King Ceowulf with a horn in hand. Vili turned to face him angrily, still suspicious about his behavior since the time their saga began there in Jorvik and asked, "And that supposed to mean?", Vili had little patience feeling his brows furrow the closer the east Anglian man got, watching set him place his horn on the war table and opened his arms for all to hear,

"The Wolf-Kissed cant be tamed, especially with something as foolish as marriage... This- we all know. But what really matters is your casual remarks towards her that only blinds her from her true path- To glory...-" Broder placed himself face to face with the king. "-You should stay out of her way and let the raven do what she does best...", The man wreaked of ale making Vili growl and push him back slowly, "And whats that?", seeing Broder scoff and remove his hand from his chest, reaching for his axe showing Vili the stained silver and exclaimed-

"War"

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iinafarawaygalaxii · 3 months ago

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Assassins Creed: Valhalla | One Shot

Eivor Varinsdottir x Vili Hemmingson

Twenty-Six & Counting

Summary: A year into her reign as Jarlskona, Eivor stands amidst the grandeur of Ravensthorpe, a far cry from her days as a simple raider. The convergence of dignitaries and well-wishers paints a portrait of a life she never imagined. But beneath the festive façade, a hint of melancholy lingers. For Eivor, celebrations of self have always been elusive, making this day a complex tapestry of joy and quiet introspection.

WC: 2.8k

Warnings: None. Just some fluff between our childhood sweethearts.

"Eivor!"

The orange-haired table maiden stood beside Eivor's bed, disappointment etched on her face as she rolled her eyes viewing the lifeless drengir in the deepest of sleeps, "Nine Realms," she muttered, tapping her foot impatiently but the Jarlskona remained unfazed, a warrior turned inanimate by the previous night's revelry in ale. "Eivor!" Randvi exclaimed, shoving her gently but still nothing... With a sigh, Randvi conceded defeat.

"Guess I'll handle it myself-"

She straightened her shoulders and strode from Eivor's room into the bustling hall of the longhouse already teeming with life and merriment as the arriving guests for Eivor's birthday celebration sipped on ale and snacked on the fruits of their labor. "Friends, family, allies-" She began, her voice ringing clear amidst the cheer. "Thank you for joining us on this momentous occasion. For lodging, please see Sunniva, who will guide you to your stay-"

Cheers erupted as guests from far and wide from Francia, Dublin, Isle of Sky, Vinland, and even their homeland of Norway – converged on Ravensthorpe. The city, built brick by brick, nail by nail, log by log... Instigated by Eivor and Sigurd themselves, finished by their clan that buzzed with excitement to hail her on such a glorious day for the amazing things she's done. Randvi took a deep breath and began the task of managing the influx. As morning bled into the noon, the drone of bees and birdsong filling the air. Guests huddled around fire pits all across Ravensthorpe, enjoying the afternoon before the evening feast. All the while, Randvi frantically welcomed new arrivals feeling her eyes darting towards Eivor's room every so often.

"Why is she still asleep?" She muttered in panic when a familiar voice rang out. Turning, she saw her ex-husband, Sigurd, pushing through the throng. "Have you seen Eivor?" He inquired, "King Ceowulf and Jarl Hemmingson will be here soon. She wouldn't want to miss that." He cast a proud gaze over their lively city, a reflection of his own satisfaction. "Still sleeping," Randvi confessed with a wry smile. "We may have overindulged last night..."

"We?"

Sigurd exclaimed pointing at himself as he gave Randvi the friendly reminder that it was Eivor and his ex wife that caused all commotion last night- starting with the ale house fights for their hand in marriage when it wasn't even a consideration in the first place. **'These women...'** Sigurd thought shaking his head as he heard the horns of King Ceowulf and Jarl Hemming's arrival. "Shit..." Sigurd said panning back to Eivor's room with no shuffled movements. "Wake her-Now!" Sigurd commanded as Randvi took off back to Eivor's rooms in anticipation.

"Eivor enough!"

Randvi flung through the doorway and stormed in finding the Jarlskona slumped on the edge of the bed- a groan escaping her lips as she clutched her head. "Gods above." Randvi muttered, the sight mirrored in Eivor's throbbing skull – a testament to the previous night's revelry. Even the legendary drengir couldn't resist the allure of spiced mead and ale. Randvi crossed her arms, a hint of amusement battling the urgency in her voice, "Five glorious hours, Eivor. Five. And all it took was the blaring horn of Vili Hemmingson to finally break your ale-induced slumber."

Eivor attempted to rise in her defense, but Randvi silenced her with a well-aimed tunic. "Get ready-" she declared. "Half of Europe is here to celebrate you. Make yourself… presentable, for Odin's sake." With that, Randvi swept out, leaving Eivor to her throbbing head and a growing sense of dread. The Jarlskona flopped back onto the bed, exhaustion warring with a dull ache behind her eyes. "Just let me sleep-" She mumbled, burying her face in the pillow as a hand instinctively went to her forehead. 'Wait… why is everyone here?' Then realization struck like a lightning bolt.

"Shit," she groaned, her memories flooding back. "It's my birthday."

Today was indeed her birthday- the sounds of laughter and merriment filtered through the walls, a jarring counterpoint to the turmoil simmering within her. A day that would’ve have been filled with joy, yet- a heavy weight settled in her chest casted a shadow of memories- the echo of past celebrations with her parents, their laughter and warmth... threatened to overwhelm her. Eivor reached, her fingers brushing the hilt of her hidden blade. A cold comfort and reminder of the harsh reality that had taken her parents from her. 'They wouldn't want to see me like this.' She thought turning her attention to the blank wall before her.

Pushing the weight of grief aside, she lifted her chin, a flicker of defiance in her steely gaze. Today may not be the joyous occasion it once was, but she wouldn't let the shadows win. She would celebrate, for her clan, for her Ravensthorpe, and for the memory of her parents who would have wanted her to be strong.

Clad in her clan colors, Eivor surveyed herself with a critical eye. The seafoam silk tunic felt cool and luxurious against her skin- the black belt and cotton pants in contrast to the silver strings bound together by golden beads dangling from her belt- a symbol of her jarlskona status as the servants wove matching metal through her hair. She adjusted her cuffs- the fabric brushing against her calloused fingers. "There," she murmured, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Presentable, at least."

Eivor gave a final nod to her servants, dismissing them with a silent gratitude. Alone in the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the coming celebration settling upon her. A choked whisper escaped her lips, "I miss you-" Her gaze drifted skyward, a silent plea to the gods where she imagined her parents watching. "-I only wish you were here..." Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back fiercely.

Today, she wouldn't let grief consume her.

She took a deep breath clenching her fists as a surge of determination replaced the sorrow, enabling her to leave the room. This wasn't just a celebration; it was a personal battle, a test of her strength. After all, It had been years since she last celebrated a birthday, given everything her and her clan went through. And even during those times was only accompanied by her brother and friends. This? Was a feast for their Jarlskona, their ally, their Hero of England and with a resolute stride, she walked from her bed to the war room, the pounding of her heart a war drum against her ribs when she paused behind the massive throne momentarily blocking her from view.

A flicker of doubt crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by a glint of defiance. She peeked around the corner, and the sight that took her breath away. The hall was a sea of cheering faces, a vibrant tapestry woven from her allies and friends. All of them from distant lands, here for her. Eivor's lips curved into a genuine smile, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and appreciation. It was as if a switch had been flipped. She took a step from behind the throne, then another and another. Her footsteps carried, from the metal clink of her boots, her beads and jewels- announcing her arrival hearing the hall fall silent. She scanned the room, eyes lowered with a grin and opened her warms "Welcome..." The room erupted in a thunderous, "SKAL!" as horns and helmets soared into the air- people surging forward, eager to embrace the Wolf-Kissed and begin the celebration of her birthday.

Tekla: "Aye, the mighty wolf-kissed was born this day 26 winters ago-"

Gunnar: "I was there yuh know. When she was born. Held her wee' body in my arms. Who would've known I was holding the future Jarl of Ravensclan! Ha Ha Ha"

Eivor, perched on the table and leaned forward, captivated by the rapt attention of the crowd telling tale of a youthful antics that had them roaring with laughter. The sound a balm for her weary soul. A genuine smile bloomed on her face, the first true happiness she'd felt in a long time as she suddenly heard footsteps approached from behind.

"There you are!"

Randvi exclaimed, a playful smile tugging at her lips with Sigurd trailing behind her- a hint of amusement in his eyes as he threw his arm around his sister and exclaimed, "We've been searching for you!" with a wide grin making Eivor suspicious as she raise a brow. They overlooked the crowd as Sigurd pulled her through, the buzzing civilians clapping her on the back on the way out of the longhouse taking her directly to-

"Vili??"

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Vili turned, his imposing figure accentuated against the golden sky and silhouette broader than before. Eivor's heart skipped a beat as she approached him, a grin curving on their lips. His beard, now a fuller and darker, clung to his sharp jawline with rugged charm- a richer frame to his face. Yet, it was the mischievous glint in his deep blue eyes, unchanged since their childhood, that truly stirred her. "Wolf-Kissed!" He opened his arms wide and brought her in for a bear hug, her arms wrapping snuggly around his neck that carried a tad longer than the common curtesy. She melted into his embrace, the familiar scent of pine and leather- a calming elixir and balm for her hugr.

For a moment, the world narrowed to the rhythm of their hearts. "Ahh- Happy Birthday." He sighed out, regretfully letting her down as Eivor cocked her head, her hands gently on his shoulders to get a close look at his beard. He studied her face feeling her fingers trace through the rough stubble of his jaw- her touch light and teasing. "You've let it grow," she vexed, her gaze locked on his. "My people say it makes me more striking." Vili replied, a hint of arrogance masking the vulnerability in his eyes for her approval. "Do you like it... Wolf-Kissed?" His voice was a husky purr, and Eivor felt a shiver run down her spine. She stepped back, their gazes locked, the promise of their shared secret hanging heavy in the air.

"Just reminds me of the time you wished for a beard of your own at the tender age of 12 winters..." Vili grinned, the memory painting his face with warmth as he chuckled. He recalled the sticky mess of sap and the clumps of sheep fur clinging stubbornly for days afterwards. Their laughter intertwined, a warm melody filling the crisp air. "Oh, hush now, Wolf-Kissed," He retorted, feigning offense. "That beard was a work of art! Besides-" He added with a mischievous glint, "-Winter's teeth bite deep in Snottingham, even for a Jarl. One must be..." He leaned closer, his hand gently cupping her chin, "...prepared." His whisper tickled her skin, and his eyes held hers for a stolen moment before he released her with a final wink.

"Ah so, in reality-" Eivor teased, her voice laced with playful challenge, "-you only braved the swan road to escape fickle English weather. Hardly the stuff of sagas, is it? Not like you were born amidst the howling blizzards of Norway." She folded her arms, swaying her hips with a subtle confidence that belied the suppressed grin tugging at her lips. Vili couldn't help but scoff, his cheeks warming beneath his beard. "Perhaps not," he conceded, his gaze locking with hers. "But even the fiercest drengir appreciates a warm hearth now and then- wouldn't you agree, Wolf-Kissed?"

Eivor felt a flutter in her chest at his words, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. She met his gaze, her own eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and something more. "A warm hearth... and good company-" she countered, her voice barely above a whisper. Vili stepped closer, the air between them crackling with unspoken desires. He reached out, his calloused hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Indeed," he murmured, his voice husky, "Good company is worth braving any storm for." Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. But before either could speak, Trygve's booming voice cut through the air, shattering the intimate spell. "My Lords! Your gift is ready." He declared, his enthusiasm oblivious to the charged atmosphere. Eivor blinked, reluctantly breaking the connection with Vili. "Come, wolf-kissed," He said, his voice regaining its usual playful jilt, "I have something for you."

As they approached the docks, Eivor's curiosity simmered in her like water to fire trying to withstand Vili's antics... The way he'd glanced back at her with that enticing grin, mirroring her own- only fueling her intrigue further. 'Arse-stick...' She thought with a chuckle. Her arms remaining folded as a subtle shield against the anticipation that danced in her chest as Vili strode confidently toward his sleek river steed—a longship docked among the others, awaiting its haul of gifts.

Crew members bustled about, unloading cargo, until a particularly ornate box, marked with bold strokes of blue and yellow paint, was presented directly to Vili. His grin widened, and Eivor felt a flutter in her stomach "Whats this?" She asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and anticipation, watching as Vili held the box in front of him and slowly lifted the lid. "For you, wolf-kissed." He said, his voice low and rich. Her eyes widened as he revealed the contents. It was a beautifully adorned axe. The handle was wrapped in her signature seafoam green—her clan colors—the hilt gleaming with gold, and the head was forged from pure iron with a razor-sharp steel edge.

Eivor's breath hitched. She gingerly took the axe from Vili, her fingers tracing the intricate raven etched into the grain of the weapon. Runes, symbols of power and protection- adorned the blade, their meanings a mystery she longed to unravel. She knew Vili must have spent countless hours explaining every detail to the blacksmith as a fiery warmth spread through her chest. Why would he go to such lengths for her? The question lingered in the air, unspoken but heavy with significance.

Eivor gently took the axe, her fingers grazing along the smooth cool metal of the hilt. She touched the edge, a whisper of a cut forming from even the gentlest touch as a bead of blood dripped down her finger "Deadly," She breathed, her voice hushed with awe. Vili's face bloomed into a smile that could melt glaciers as he watched her test the axe's balance, swinging it with practiced ease in an elegant dance- Pride radiated from him as his gaze fixed on the confident smile that blossomed on Eivor's face, a delicate blush coloring her cheeks with a grin wide enough to show her canines. With a final flourish, she halted abruptly, the axe coming to rest in its sheath at her belt with a satisfying click.

"I like it..."

Eivor's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and wonder. How could she ever repay him for something so meaningful, so perfectly crafted for her? Her gaze met his, and for a breathless moment, their eyes locked, the air between them thrumming with unspoken desires. Impulsively, she stepped forward, closing the distance between them. With a gentle touch, she cupped his cheek, her lips brushing against his skin in a tender kiss. "Thank you." She murmured, her voice husky with emotion.

She fell in love with the axe instantly, its beauty and power a reflection of her own strength. It was the perfect counterpart to her father's weapon, a symbol of her own legacy. "I don't know how to repay you for this, Vili." She admitted, her hand tracing the outline of the axe in its sheath. "I need only one thing from you." He said, his voice a low rumble as he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "That you get back in there-" he continued, his eyes sparkling with warmth, "-and have the feast of your life. It's not every day we turn 26."

A slow smile spread across Eivor's face. She understood now- Vili knew how she felt about grand celebrations. Birthdays were typically intimate affairs, shared with her closest confidants or not at all. This... this was different. Overwhelming, even. But Vili, in his own way, had found a remedy to sooth her hugr. '*So considerate'* She thought, her heart swelling with affection. She turned back to him, her eyes soft with gratitude.

"Come, Arse-Kisser." she teased, a playful lull returning to her voice. She reached out, her hand clasping his, and pulled him towards the longhouse, walking backwards so she could keep her eyes on him. "Let us celebrate." She declared, her voice ringing with newfound enthusiasm. She released his hand, flashing him a warm smile before disappearing into the hall together. Vili, momentarily stunned by her touch, following in her wake. The air crackled with a palpable tension, a delicious anticipation of what the night might hold. Two Jarls- childhood friends, and a simmering passion that threatened to ignite by their next touch. This was going to be a night neither of them would ever forget.

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