[bondsevrd]

Hello, welcome to this little blog and introduction post. This is a roleplay blog for Sigurd Styrbjornsson from Assassin’s Creed Valhalla. This blog is low activity, high private and 18+. My name’s Rory, 26, they/them. You can find my pages down below. 

temporary rules.  promo. (tba) 

[caernua]

Would you buy and trade this stone for an alliance? Or more fighting men? Is it useful for anything other than flattering yourself?

[bondsevrd]

wolfkcst· (Eivor.):

            A frown pulls at the curves of the child’s lips, eyebrows furrowing slightly in concern. Yes - he’s right, it probably would be better but they are restless. They long for home that is no longer there, but broken down homes that torn asunder that night. Still, Eivor wanted to go - maybe it will ease their mind, or maybe it will make things worse. They don’t know - but they have to try, right?                          ❝Please, Sigurd. I miss home.❞                   The warmth of their old bed, the hearth burning so brightly in the nights as bitter cold as this one. They held onto his hand, looking up at him pleadingly.                              ❝We won’t be there very long. I just… I want to go.❞                     Another plea, hoping he would heed it and take them.

    Eivor’s home was quite a ways out and the time of night would make things all the more dangerous if he wasn’t capable to sail as well as he liked to claim. 

    Sigurd had always been a bit of a risk taker, not exactly one to shy away from a challenge or exploring. Yet…well, he was hesitant for a reason that he couldn’t really understand at the moment. Still, Eivor’s pleading did pull at him somewhat. He knew what his father would say about this–Sigurd wasn’t a stranger to being scolded for being RECKLESS but…well. Sigurd had his father and was able to get some closure to his mother’s passing, but Eivor had none of that. 

    Maybe…maybe it would help. That was all he could hope for, anyway. 

    “...Fine,” Sigurd replied after a moment, “Let me get a boat. Don’t stray too far, if anybody sees us leaving I will never hear the end of it.”

[r-edfields]

1/∞ ASSASSIN’S CREED VALHALLA REQUESTS

Sigurd & Eivor ➝ requested by TPOV ♡

[bondsevrd]

@afraidofchange​ (Eivor) sent: “well, i guess that’s broken.”

a meme I lost -- no longer accepting

    Sigurd’s hand went out to catch himself on a nearby wall, watching as the rotten and frozen plank broke and tumbled down into the crevice. Thankfully, neither of them were sent down the side of the cliff with it, but it did put a bit of a jump to his heart as he let out a small breath. Given the approaching night and the coldness of the winter air around him, he had been hoping it would just be a STRAIGHTFORWARD process. 

    He and Eivor would investigate some strange camp that had apparently set up near the village and they would be back before daybreak. Of course, it wasn’t so simple. 

    “Why they would chance to cross this old, rotten thing I have no idea,” Sigurd commented, letting out a small breath as he shook some snow from his cloak before looking up toward the cliff edge. “If we go back some, perhaps we can find a place to climb. Should neither of us lose our footing.”

[bondsevrd]

LIKABLE PERSON TEST.

tagged by: @afraidofchange a while ago.  tagging: If you’re interested, feel free to steal it from me! 

You are a somewhat likable person. (45%)

[bondsevrd]

shadxwcd (Phoibe.)·:

@bondsevrd requested a small starter from PHOIBE!

“Do you want to see what I stole from bandits? They were really shit at keeping their stuff hidden. One of them tripped chasing me!” Phoibe laughed a little and beamed up at Sigurd, cradling the satchel of stuff in her rope-bruised arms.

Clearly they weren’t good at kidnapping because their rope tying skills were the poorest she’d ever experienced. Somehow they’d managed to catch her stealing from them and still let her get away. It was a real boost to the girl’s ego.

    As much as Sigurd knew he probably should have been more CRITICAL of the fact that she had ran into these bandits, but the boy couldn’t help but perk up somewhat at the idea of some TREASURE. Plus, if they were as bad as she said, he figured it might not be that big of an issue. He would tell his father later. 

    Sigurd turned somewhat from where he was sitting, letting out a small huff. 

    “If they are how you describe, they probably deserved it,” he remarked, “Did they have anything exciting?”

[bondsevrd]

@warpaiint​ (Eivor) sent: “what’s your problem?”

a meme I lost -- no longer accepting

    As much as he would not admit to such, there was a sense of DESPERATION that sat on Sigurd’s shoulders. 

    The uncertainty, the set-backs and arguments felt like it left him spinning out. Finally, it felt like he had found SOMETHING. His true destiny and purpose. The thing he was searching England for, what he felt he had LOST in Norway. Yet, it was frustrating that Eivor could not see what he saw. The reassurance of time being enough to show her didn’t do much when he was stuck in a situation like this–Sigurd had to make sure everything was how it should be. The fighting, the talking in circles. No guidance, he was simply told to WAIT. It was exhausting. 

    Still, her words were enough to have that ANGER fill in his chest again. 

    “You do not care to see,” he said after a pause, “To understand. You just wish to see me bend to your will, which I will not. I have a calling, and I will see it fulfilled with or without you.”

[r-edfields]

1/∞ - ASSASSIN’S CREED VALHALLA

[bondsevrd]

@warpaiint​ (Kassandra) sent: ❛  how long have you been standing there ?  ❜

a meme I lost -- no longer accepting

    “Not long.” 

    Of course, he had been drawn in by some ruckus. Sigurd had been expecting to see some of the soldiers that roamed these roads, not that he had seen much else outside of farmers, sheep, and other livestock. All things considered, it was a QUIET little hamlet. Upon seeing the woman, he had been intent to just leave but it seemed she had spotted him before he could. He saw no need in setting her on edge, though her voice had his head tilting somewhat in interest. 

    “You are not from here, are you? I am not familiar with your accent among the Anglo-Saxons.”

[bondsevrd]

Got some things in the queue that should be posting over the next day or so! Thank you all for the patience over here, between university wrapping up and catching c.ovid, I’m a little Beat(tm) but I’m recovering and hopefully once I’m on break I can get some more free time to post regularly on here. 

[bondsevrd]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost with the information of your muse,  including headcanons,  etc.  if you fail to achieve some of the facts,  add some other of your own !

NAME.  Sigurd S.tyrbjornsson, Sigurd Jarl, sometimes Sigurd of the Raven Clan.  AGE.  Thirties.  SPECIES.  Human. GENDER.  Cis Male.  ORIENTATION.  Demiromantic, Asexual (not that he would have the exact words to express this.) INTERESTS.  Travelling, exploring, raiding, hunting, fighting, etc.  PROFESSION.  Viking, Jarl, Advisor (if he returns to England.)  BODY TYPE.  Tall, lean, sturdy.  EYES.  Hazel.  HAIR.  Ginger, shaved down on both sides of his head and he keeps the remaining tied back in a braid.  SKIN.  Pale, though may become somewhat tanned depending on where he’s travelled.  FACE.  Angular, sharp brow. He has various tattoos on his face, including the sides of his head and forehead.  HEIGHT.  6′5 COMPANIONS.  Eivor is his closest friend and ally, having been adopted into his family at a young age. Sigurd loves and trusts her, but that gets muddled when he starts to become a vessel for the Isu ‘Tyr.’ There is also Basim but that gets muddled too for the same reason. Sigurd is very much an adventurer at heart and is generally pretty companionable and charismatic. Despite his roaming tendencies, he still loves his clan and the people within and those who remain by his side.  ANTAGONISTS.  Fulke, though he doesn’t particularly realize her as such until after the game, as he believed the torture he endured at her hands was to unlock his ‘true nature.’ His father becomes one and Sigurd likely struggles to let go of that bitterness. Despite his complicated feelings toward leadership and settling a clan, he took him bending the knee to Herald in Norway as an insult and a robbing of his position by right. Basim eventually. Of course, plenty of Anglo-Saxons and anybody who gets in the way of his goals.  COLORS.  Orange, dark blue, green, brown, generally warm colours.  FRUITS.  He’s honestly not that picky, apples, berries, some citrus should he find some.  DRINKS.  Mead, Ales, water, etc.  ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?  Yes. SMOKES?  No. DRUGS?  For medicinal and ritual purposes sometimes as per the customs of the time, but nothing he takes on the regular.  DRIVERS LICENSE?  He has no idea what that is. 

TAGGED FROM.   I stole it off the dash a while ago. TAGGING.   Be my guest! 

[bondsevrd]

I’m going to work on a carrd for Sigurd here and hopefully get around to writing. I’m in the middle of the arc where he goes off the rails and I’m dragging my feet a bit. lmao

[bondsevrd]

You could not begin to imagine the things I have seen.                                     What I have learned.

                                                    as interpreted by rory.

[bondsevrd]

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[ofdcstinies]

                Headcanon: Sigurd regarding Randvi 

A handful of spoilers under the cut! 

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[bondsevrd]

Going to play some more Valhalla because I'm in the middle of one of my favorite pledges, but my laptop changer cord replacement finally arrived so I can hopefully do some writing here. lol