Aesir Harvorsson

- THE FURTIVE - Aesir, a Blacksmith from the village of Hedeby. HelvegenHQ

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THE FURTIVE

NAME: Aesir Harvorsson

OCCUPATION: Blacksmith

AGE: 32

HUMAN

GENDER: CIS MALE

FACECLAIM: Leo Suter

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Courageous 

Resourceful

 Ill-Tempered

 Secretive 

BIO

Aesir was the only son and child of Harvor Knutson and Astrid Hansdottir. He was born and raised in the village of Hedeby. Akin to his father he had a vicious yearning to raid and ravage, but though he followed King Ragnar’s rule, he questioned his decision to put an end to their voyages. He craved wealth, reputation, and adventure. So much so that his ambitions began to twist into something fierce, threatening to derail him from the morals and values his family had instilled in him since he was a child.

Aesir was a firm believer in the old Gods and lived his life believing that the fate of the Gods was of the highest power possible. Following a visit from a Norn as a child, his mother strongly believed that the Gods wished for him to follow in the footsteps of his forefathers. He had a relatively quiet life, a life loyal to his King and his new Wife. A life that had been predetermined, but much like a weaver shapes their design, the Gods had other plans for Aesir.

He’d had married young, pushing aside all other attractions. His union with Helga had been deemed necessary by his family. She was a good wife with a plentiful dowry yet given time their marriage had soured. No amount of money could quench the bitterness between them. Not even the trinkets he brought home from the raids. Her unspoken words and the uncomfortable silence between them upon his return were clear - there was no love shared between the two.

He became more and more engrossed in raids and riches, spending months at a time away, reaching for any given opportunity to travel. Home became ever distant, as did the Gods. Though during a raging storm, as he clutched his knees to his chest, desperate for warmth, he was approached. Between the endless gusts of wind and icy rain he’d watched the raven upon the mast of the ship, watched as it surveyed its surroundings before taking flight once more, content with what it had seen. In that moment he found the measure of his true self, and the path in which he needed to take.

EXTRA

Due to the cold, harsh and unforgiving climate in which he lives, Aesir is usually clad in a thick tunic made from sheep’s skin. His tunic is patterned with the symbol of a Goshawk – a large hawk, with a fierce expression, bright red eyes, and a distinctive white eyebrow. It’s a small nod to his mother who’d named him so as a child due to his bravery. During the battle, Aesir dons a thick leather belt equipped with his sword and dagger. He also wears thick, leather body armour for protections and carries a shield painted red and blue.

[aesirharvorsson]

runegrimsson​:

@aesirharvorsson​

THERE HAD BEEN THIS PAIN (OR WAS IT A LUMP?) FORMING IN HIS CHEST AND THROAT FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS NOW. Rune never had the strength to take it all out on Ingrid, even if she was partially involved. Instead, he found himself building up his courage for what he was about to do. Hadn’t Ingrid said that if she wanted her, he should fight for it? There was something or other getting the way of that, always melting away his anger and now he felt as if he was drowning, and he knew that he would have act sooner rather than later.

Currently, though, he was nursing some mead going through his options. Rune had known Aesir for many years and had considered the other male a good friend, almost a brother in fact. Even if he did betray Rune, there was always something that held him back. His parents had things to say about this, his mother having the more colourful language of the two. She basically stated that Rune was dishonoured and he had to fix this, violently. His older brothers barked their agreements whilst his sisters and father looked on horror.

Gulping down the rest of his drink, he rose to his feet and tossed the empty bottle away before heading towards the forges. His figure swayed and his mind spun as he staggered along his path, people moving out of his way when they saw his thunderous expression. “Aesir!” He bellowed as he burst through the door, dribble now leaking into his beard and spraying around the room. “You and I have some business to discuss, Outside. Now.” The hot heat of his anger was now bursting and he had to do something about it.

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The sound of hammer against iron rang throughout the forge.  Aesir, the blacksmith, had been working tirelessly for weeks ensuring all work was done before the Summer Solstice celebrations.  A task that had been made all the more difficult given the disappearance of his assistant.  A young lad who had ventured into the woods to gather fuel for their fires, only to never return.

Guilt ridden, Aesir wiped the sweat from his brow and made his way to his flank of water only to be interrupted by the intruder.  Hammer in hand, the blacksmith peered upon the man before him, once a dear friend.  The stench of soured ale reached him and his grip tightened.   “You are right.”  He replied, voice unnaturally calm.  “But if you are going to fight me come back tomorrow sober.  You’re in no fit state man.”

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alias grace written by margaret atwood. prompts.

“i made my eyes wide and flat, like an owl’s in torchlight, and i said i have repented in bitter tears, and am now a changed person.”

“it’s a strong word to have attached to you. it has a smell to it, that word - musky and oppressive, like dead flowers in a vase.”

“amnesia itself may be in effect a sort of dreaming in reverse, a drowning of recollection, a plunging under.”

“when i have seen the pure white clouds billowing in the sky after a rain, i used to think that it was as if the angels themselves were hanging out the washing.”

“the road to death is a lonely highway.”

“the moths flutter around you. can you feel the soft touch of their wings; doesn’t it feel like the brushing of silken lips?”

“it’s as if she’s drawing his energy out of him - using his own mental forces to materialize the figures in her story.”

“i wish it was not so damnably hot and humid.”

“among the sentimental and superstitious, it is counted a mark of dishonour not to have heard the deceased speak.”

“don’t you have anything better to do? you’re not paid to stand there and gawp.”

“it is not the question of your guilt or innocence that concerns me.”

“you were certainly in a troubled state of mind.”

“it is dangerous to contradict mad people.”

“i hear a strange noise. it’s as if someone was beating on a wooden drum.”

“there was a great deal of quiet weeping.”

“you have such dark eyes, they burn right into me.”

“have you been travelling very much?”

“the unknown is always more wonderful to me than the known, and more convincing.”

“if people wish to believe a thing, and long for it, is it cheating to help them to their own belief?”

“please don’t make fun of me.”

“i thought you might care to dine with me, as a poor recompense for all the efforts you have made on my behalf.”

“i am in a agony of nerves every day that you are away from me.”

“a good hymn tune or ballad is uplifting to the spirits.”

“underneath my show of happiness, i was very downhearted.”

“you must rest quietly until you feel better.”

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[aesirharvorsson]

👀 does he really love ingrid ;)

No, he's just with her for her baking skills :p

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[aesirharvorsson]

ofmortem​:

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“Do you not think you can keep quiet enough?” Aesir asked. Something about it made it seem like a challenge, and Ingrid was always up for a good sport. Pulling him in tightly, Ingrid bent down, her lips against his cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through her nerves, shivers that made her whole body tremble when his hands tightened against her cold skin that he held around himself. “If you want me to stop, tell me now,” she whispered, slowly shifting her lower body against him until feeling his excitement. Ingrid waited for him to respond, but waited at no time before she brushed her mouth against the hollow of his temple. “Or now.” she whispered again, tracing the line of his cheekbone. “Or now.” Her lips were against his finally, tongue barley escaping through. Happened so fast just the same when her lips parted from his.“Or—”

Ingrid managed to push herself out from Aesir’s grasp when he was least expecting it. She smiled devilishly, knowing well what she was doing. A horrible tease. It should be a law to not sexually frustrate others, but then again, that would take the fun away. 

“Or… Maybe I’ve yet decided to reward you tonight,”

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Of course, he didn’t want her to stop.  When had he ever?  His skin seared from the lack of her touch and his darkened gaze looked to her.  The attraction, the want, loomed like a tangible thread over the two of them.  He gave his stubbled jaw a brisk rub, and a laugh soon rumbled from within his chest.

“Well, whatever you decide I think I’m deserving of a hot bath.”  He replied, body suddenly aching from the actions of the previous day.  “At the very least.  Wouldn’t you agree?  Or would you rather me all dirtied and bloodied from battle?”

[aesirharvorsson]

ofmortem​:

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“What an interesting change of events here,” Ingrid said after playfully laughing at when he wrapped her leg against him. Her brow lifted once she felt his excitement against her, and Ingrid then decided to lift herself up completely, arms wrapped around his neck for stability and now had both legs wrapped around his torso. “Just awhile ago you were worried about whatever ears were listening. But now it seems you want to put on a show, and give them something to listen.”

Her hands that were once dangling behind him were now combed through his hair, balling a fist full of hair. She had also pressed herself against him, but this time firmly. There is no way that he was going to play her own game with her. Teaser should’ve been her birth name. “We will be married in just three short days, maybe we should wait. But something else tells me you can’t.”

“Does it bother you?”  Aesir questioned, strong arms cradling her against his torso.  He grinned against her luscious lips, cursing himself for allowing her to cast such a spell upon him.  His grip upon her thighs tightened.  Fingers delving into delicate flesh as if he were pilfering a reaction from her, but he quickly hissed as her grip tightened upon his hair.  Not from the pain, but from being deprived of the ability to pepper her skin with a trail of heated kisses. “What’s the matter?  Do you not think you can keep quiet enough, Elska Min?”

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[aesirharvorsson]

ofmortem​:

They had their ups and downs, their explosive fights just like this one and afterwards becoming calm as the ocean after a violent storm. It was one of those moments that everything around them seemed to move slowly. The night creatures were quiet and seemed to whispered back to each other in a delayed manner. And looking behind Aesir, the snow and debris fell slower than usual. It was like the Gods knew they needed a moment and was giving it to them.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily. I am going to torture you for the rest of your days. And you’re going to love every moment of it going forward.” Ingrid told him as she brushed her face against his, her nose hitting his edge of his lips. What a true minx she was, knowing well that he wasn’t going to be able to deny her even if he tried. She spoke into his mouth, elongating her words so that they dragged out and her lips pressing softly against his just enough to tease them. “You will try to stop yourself from loving it but by that time, you’re already hooked. Like now. You’re trapped… Trapped in this intoxicating relationship. But you and I both know if given a chance to start over, we wouldn’t hesitant.” 

Aesir grinned against her luscious lips.  Ever the temptress and the tease, she knew his every weakness, his every want, and they all equated to her.  It had always been written in their gaze, their longing glances across a busy hall, their tangible chemistry, evident without even a word spoken.  He was intoxicated, content in his addiction. “And gladly.”  He replied, a hand drifting up the fabric of her dress.  With a wicked urgency he hitched her leg around him, pressing into her, intent on showing her the effect she had on him.

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[aesirharvorsson]

ofmortem​:

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Ingrid hadn’t expected him to so willingly commit to her request. That after all these months, she had expected it sooner. But now, being only a few days away, Aesir was willing to finally do it. Ingrid wondered what was the sudden realisation to do it now under her request. If his answer was because she had asked for it now, then what was the difference months ago when she wanted it before and done quickly? 

“I’ll be the one dressed in white then,” The woman told him, a small smile formed across her facial features before the wind past and her hair had covered her face. “Let’s hope that nothing else gets in our way until then…”

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Battle had a way of solidifying a persons priorities.  He’d witnessed so much bloodshed over the past few days.  The struggle had served as a reminder of the brevity and fragility of life.  He’d imagined waiting due to the complexity of their situation, but the future was unknown, and the man would sooner die fighting knowing that their union had finally been blessed by the Gods than not at all.

He reached forward a hand, battered and bruised by the fighting, and gently brushed the stray curls from her face.   “If you will still have me.” He placed a gentle kiss upon her head, his lips lingering there for a moment as he breathed in the billowy scent of wood anemone.  A native flower that blanketed the woodland nearby.  A scent so homely.

[aesirharvorsson]

ofmortem​:

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“You make me go mad, everything you do! I can’t even sleep because of you. The moment I close my eyes all I see is you! So yes, perhaps I have lost my mind. At least I can say I live up to my family’s reputation,” Ingrid admitted before pushing herself from the tree. For a slight moment, she had forgotten about his request, wanting to take her hand and becoming his wife. How stupid she feels now and mad for allowing herself to forget.

“Then what is the wait? Let’s marry now then if you do still love me. If you’re able to love all my flaws. If you’re able to tolerate me and my ambition and whatever mad ideas I come up with.”

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He maddened her?  Aesir scoffed at the thought.  She had been half his life, but all of his madness.  Though they weren’t together in past she’d never left his thoughts.  Throughout the months spent at sea, throughout her family’s downfall, even as he watched her relationship with Rune, his friend flourish.  He’d clung to the vision that one day she’d be in her rightful place upon the Throne, hoping to be at her side.

“Three days until Frigga’s day.”  He replied bluntly, edging ever closer to her.  “You, I and the Gothi.  Nobody else, only the two of us.”  

[aesirharvorsson]

ofmortem​:

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What is not love without hate? Love…Hate…What a beautiful way to start a beautiful love story. He had to hate her first in order to love her. 

“You still haven’t answered my question. If Ragnar tells you to, what will you do?” it was a difficult question to ask, but somehow she felt she knew the answer. Ingrid admired his loyalty, but she was concern where it will be in the beginning. She had every intention of taking down Ragnar, and Ingrid had no problem being vocal about it. Was this all a test? Did the Gods guided her untruthfully to the arms of Aesir? Was it right to seduce him away from his wife even though he didn’t love her from the very start? Or was it all a game to her knowing she knew she can just take whatever she wanted and not care what it does to others… 

“Ragnar will not see another season, take it as you wish. With your loyalty to stand by Hedeby which is standing by the King then I guess by oath, this is information you must informed him,” Ingrid told him coldly. It hurt her to have such a painful conversation with Aesir like this not knowing where they will see each other after but after this battle, it opened her eyes more. “I already have the berserker, Lothor. And I am sure Rune will fight alongside me too.”

Ingrid watched as the blade fell to the ground, her breath low but steady as she listened to his words of defeat. Part of her heart break at the thought. This… Star-crossed lovers becoming real had ended somehow. “Is this the end now, is it really?”

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“You’ve lost your mind.”  Aesir responded, taking a step back, dark eyes watching her with a new found disbelief.  Did she not hear him?  He’d openly gone against his King in a bid to protect the people and he’d not been alone in doing so.  Many warriors had this eve.  “What more do I need to do to prove my loyalty to you, to our cause?  I went against my family, my Wife, my King.  I even asked for your hand, and for what?  Gods you infuriate me woman.”

Taking a deep breath, he scrubbed his knuckles over his stubbled chin, his pacing back and fourth finally coming to a halt.  This wasn’t the end, not for him.  The Gods had told him, all those years ago, that his fate was to be with her.  The Seer, ever wise, had made it clear that he would be at her side throughout her journey to power.  How could he deny the Gods?  A power higher than any King.

[aesirharvorsson]

ofmortem​:

Ingrid immediately grunted as her back was slam against the tree, teeth grinding together after blowing a few hair stands out of her face. She wasn’t going to deny that in a way, she liked his roughness with her, but Ingrid wasn’t sure whether or not he truly had it in him. He already proved to her that he was capable to listening to orders without thinking. “Because in time, you will have to choose between me or Ragnar. And part of me worries that you will choose him out of fear of being exiled or worst, killed. And then it brings down to all what we’ve done. Me leaving Rune and breaking his heart into ruins? Turning him into a sad drunkard? You, killing your wife and covering it up? We’ve done horrible things to meet a common goal. All for what? You choosing loyalty in the end over love?”

“You said you gave him your oath, yes? And your word is shot to hell, right? Don’t you think? This is not about keeping your promise to the King and not about following the right decision here. We’re going to have to figure this out now and work on it every single day because from the moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted you. I want all of you, you and me forever. Everyday. And Ragnar will always be in the way.”

“Venom.”  Aesir seethed, his grip upon the blade tightening with each word she uttered.  He couldn’t believe how easily she’d doubted his loyalty and intentions.  Even after all they’d been through, the horror, the misdeeds.  What did she want of him?  To denounce the King for all to see?  Did she want the worst for them or would she take what he deemed to be proper council? “I stand by Hedeby, as I stand by you.  Is that not loyalty?  To go against one’s King, killing both his men and the Saxons as I have this eve?  Ragnar will not stand between us, but if you so strongly believe that he will then, then..”  He lowered his grip, allowing the blade to fall to the ground.  “Then what hope is there?”