Cinaed

Prince of Ulaid

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Cinaed

Cinaed mac Fhionáin is the second-born son of Finan, the rightful heir to the throne of Ulaid. Raised by Finan’s brother, Conall, Cinaed grew up with a complex legacy, initially feeling resentment toward his true father. While Ronan, his elder brother, was groomed for kingship and grew confident and bold, Cinaed was more introspective and soft-spoken, with relentless and physically demanding training that shaped him into one of the greatest warriors of his line. Cinaed holds his mother in high regard, in contrast to Ronan, and as he matures, he begins to open his heart toward Finan, seeking understanding and connection. On the eve of his eighteenth birthday he returns from a station up north during the recent war with the Scot’s, and decides to travel to Bebbanburg to speak with his father and prepare to take the Crown in light of his brother’s recent abdication. What he doesn’t expect is to fall madly in love with a Norse warrior, and discover something about himself that has been lingering under his skin all along.

Age: Eighteen

Nationality: Irish

Religion: Christian, Celtic Paganism and Mysticism

Relationship status: Betrothed to Gunnar Tjörvason @gunnartjorvason

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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Feeling Cinaed’s skin beneath his fingertips as their clothes are quickly shed, soothes the pacing of Gunnar’s wolf. The signs of his rut in full force now that the moon is drawing closer to it’s apex. His skin is getting feverish, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and the heaviness of his cock needing to fulfill the urge to breed his mate. A low growl rumbles from his chest as Cinaed trails his lips and tongue down his abs to the V that leads directly to his cock. The softness of Cinaed’s lips and the wet trail of his tongue sending a shiver through the Northman’s body. He braces himself against the tree as his lover spits on his cock, his head rolling back as Cinaed wraps his tantalizing lips around him.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior purrs as his hand laces into his husband’s curls, loving the silky softness of them between his fingers.

As Cinaed bobs up and down on his length, Gunnar’s breaths pick up. The tingling in his core getting stronger as his mate works his magic with his lips and his tongue. Driving him insane with pleasure. Gunnar can feel his cock throbbing against Cinaed’s tongue, getting harder still from his motions.

“Gods, you’re so good to me, baby…” Gunnar praises as his fingers lightly tug his mate’s hair. His hips gently rocking into the motions.

Gunnar briefly closes his eyes, breathing deep of his husband’s delicious scent. The sweetness making his mouth water as he imagines tasting his wetness that is no doubt coating his opening and running down the inside of his thighs. Even though there is a basket of treats for them to enjoy during the night, Gunnar swears he could feast on his lover and it will satisfy any hunger he might have.

Letting out a deep moan, Gunnar lets Cinaed get him close. To the point of his knot starting to tingle around the base of his cock, before he gives his husband a little tug of his hair to release him. He wants the first time he cums to be deep inside his lover, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed in the hopes of getting his mate pregnant. Helping Cinaed to rise, Gunnar claims his lips in a ravaging kiss, a hum playing in his throat.

“I want you to present yourself for your Alpha, my little fox, for our first time as husbands.” Gunnar husks as his lips trail down to his mate’s mark. “I’m going to mark you. Claim you. And fill you so full of my seed, that your vessel will have no choice but to grant us a pup.”

“It will be the first of many times tonight…” the Northman purrs. “…in every position under the moon.”

Gunnar helps his mate down to the furs, helping him get into position on all fours. His finger running tantalizing down the cleft of his arse and over his dripping wet rim. “….but first, I have to taste you.” The warrior purrs in a deep tone.

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As his husband pulls him back by his hair and forces him to release his cock, Cinaed trails wet lips against the side and the head as his amber eyes look up to give Gunnar a sultry gaze. Fuck, he is so wet… and he can feel his cock dripping already. As the Northman helps him to his feet, the kiss he takes him in makes the Prince’s knees weak, even more so when his lover’s lips trail over his bite. It rises goosebumps over his bare body, and he instantly wants to beg for it, heat rising in his blood and every instinct telling him to mate.

“Claim me…Leave your mark and fuck me deep. Give me what I need, Gunnar…” the prince purrs, a moan falling from his lips as Gunnar sucks on his mark. Gods, he wants it so hard. Cinaed quickly obeys and lets Gunnar move him to his hands and knees, arching his hips up to present himself as his husband’s fingers trace over his wet rim.

“Ohhh fuck.” the prince says quietly and shudders. He arches his hips up further and grips the furs beneath him as his pants and purrs grow much stronger. Cinaed moans instantly when he feels Gunnar’s strong grip spread him apart, the trail of his tongue against him going straight to his core.

“Oh my god, please.” Cinaed begs. “Gunnar, I…”

The prince moans again, the sound laced with a little animalistic whine blended into it. He starts reeling instantly, his chest and cheeks flushing, his body feeling like it’s so ready to accept.

“Fuck, it’s so strong…”

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A little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips hearing his husband beg as his tongue trails over his rim. Teasing him with tantalizing licks and sweet kisses. Gods, the slick leaking out of him tastes like the sweetest honey, delectable and indulgent. Gunnar just can’t get enough. It’s even sweeter with his heat, probably to drive his mate insane with lust, and it’s working. Gunnar drives his tongue inside of Cinaed, seeking his wetness from the source.

“Fuck, baby…you taste so good.” Gunnar purrs, his lips vibrating against his lover’s ring of muscle as he hums while he devours him.

One of his fingers slip inside Cinaed’s tight wet heat, and fuck if he isn’t even wetter. His body already prepared and eager to welcome Gunnar’s cock. To start the breeding they will be engaging in for most of the night. He curls his finger just right to brush over the bundle of nerves inside his mate. The resulting moans and pants going straight to his cock as it twitches between his legs. A stream of precum leaking from it’s tip.

Cinaed’s walls flutter around his finger, while Gunnar slides another one inside. He scissors the two fingers, opening his love up to take his cock. Ensuring there will be no discomfort later with the multiple rounds he has planned for his mate. Gunnar intends to be buried inside his mate for most of the night, with only short breaks for food and drink and perhaps little cat naps.

Not able to take waiting any longer, Gunnar gently withdraws his fingers, giving one last lick against his mate’s rim. Taking his throbbing cock in his hand, he guides himself to Cinaed’s opening. Pushing forward, he breaches his mate’s rim until his cockhead is resting just inside the tight ring of muscle. Gunnar watches as his mate’s arse swallows every inch of his length. The tightness causing a low growl to rumble from Gunnar’s chest.

“Gods, you take me so good, my little fox…” Gunnar praises as his hands lovingly caress his mate’s bottom. “Your body is so eager to take what I’m offering. It wants me to fill you with my seed, I can feel it.”

When Gunnar slides home, burying himself to the hilt, he lets out a shuddering breath. It feels different tonight. Like Cinaed’s body is somehow opening itself up to take the Northman as deep as possible. Gunnar nudges Cinaed’s legs wider as his hands grip his hips, pushing him forward and dragging him back against his cock.

“You feel so good, baby…just like this…” Gunnar moans as his head tips back while he rolls his hips back and forth. “Such a good boy for me…such a good fox…”

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Cinaed’s eyes roll back and his mouth drops open as Gunnar practically fucks him with his tongue, lapping up his wetness and only creating more. The heat had been so frustrating thus far, and fucking is practically the only thing that relieves it. Gunnar is so good at it that it helps instantly.

The prince lets out helpless little moans as Gunnar scissors his fingers inside him, and he notices his body feels so different. Not completely, just in a way of accepting his mate, of accommodating him so that he can have his ultimate way. This is exactly what Cinaed has been waiting for, and as Gunnar enters him with his cock, the prince trembles. The sensation is so much stronger, and his body forces him completely still until Gunnar bottoms out, his large hands holding the prince’s hips to slide him back on his cock.

The prince’s eyes roll back again as Gunnar laces a hand through his curls once more, the little tug enough to have him completely submitting for his mate. Feeling a trembling in his lower belly, the prince huffs and feels a wave coming that is so intense he can’t even prepare for it, but he can utter his lover’s name.

“Gunnar,” Cinaed moans and instantly cums untouched in a startling spasm, his body squeezing Gunnar’s cock tight as it moves in and out of him.

“Fuck! Oh my god…” Cinaed rasps out as he rides the aftershocks. He’d never came like that, so fast and so strong against the Northman’s cock. Gunnar had given him some insane orgasms, but that one was fucking madness. It’s like his body is trying to milk his husband’s cock.

“More…” the prince whines in heated pants.

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Lacing a hand through his lover’s curls again, Gunnar gives them a little tug as his hips rock against his husband. Fuck, just that word sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His husband, his mate. And soon to be the faðir of his pup, if the Gods and the powers of the moon are gracious with their blessings.

When Cinaed utters his name, and cums untouched, a little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips. It gives him a sense of pride to have his mate falling apart on his cock so quickly and easily and yet begging for more in the same breath. He slows down a little, keeping his thrusts leisurely as his mate rides the aftershocks of his release. His walls gripping Gunnar’s cock so tight like they are trying to milk the seed from his body.

“I’ve got you, baby…I’m not going to stop.” Gunnar reassures his love. They are not done, not by a long shot.

When the spasms in Cinaed’s body let up a little, and his breaths pick up, Gunnar resumes his deep thrusts. Going harder with each pass. Gods, his mate is dripping wet for him, coating his cock and making each thrust glide into him so easily. Like he was made for me…for this.

Wrapping his arms around Cinaed, he lifts his mate until his his flush against his chest. One large hand resting against his lower belly and the other one guides his lips to his. He claims him in a fervent kiss, his own panting breaths mingling with his lover’s.

“That’s it baby…you’re taking me so good…I can practically feel my cock right here…” Gunnar’s hand caresses Cinaed’s lower belly. “…eager to fill your vessel with my seed. To breed you and make a pup or kit from our blood.”

Gunnar’s lips trail to Cinaed’s mark, kissing and licking the silvery scar. He will bite him when his knot locks them together, claiming him again and again as he pumps him full of his seed. Gods, it feels so amazing. 

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“I’m sorry, I-I…” don’t know what is happening with my body right now…

Gods, the prince is reeling, and when Gunnar brings him up against his chest it’s the exact grounding he needs. Cinaed melts into Gunnar’s kiss with panted breaths, and his lover has complete control of him as his hips so naturally move back against the Northman’s cock.

“Please,” the prince whimpers as Gunnar caresses his lower belly. Fuck, he wants it so bad. The instinct is so strong. Cinaed lets out a little breathy sigh as his husband’s lips trail over the bite on his neck, arching his head back against him and closing his eyes. Completely surrendering.

“Oh my god, it feels so good.” The prince purrs, taking an arm up behind him to wrap around Gunnar’s neck as he nuzzles his cheek with his nose. He has that instinct again to scent him, despite being completely drenched in each other.

“I love you. I need you…” Cinaed purrs. “Make it happen for me. Give me everything.”

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“I’ll give you everything your heart desires, my little fox…everything.” Gunnar softly murmurs as Cinaed nuzzles into his cheek.

Gods, it feels so good, the Northman feels like he could go for hours just like this. The steady glide back and forth of his cock. His mate’s wetness coating him making each thrust into his tight heat effortless. The moon haze comes over him producing a euphoric buzz just below his skin. Goosebumps prickle his skin as if the Gods are watching their offering of love and passion.

“You are so perfect, baby…so gorgeous like this. Bare in the moonlight with your skin shimmering. Can you feel the magic surrounding us? I can…” Gunnar runs his lips over Cinaed’s jaw, his hands worshiping every hard plane of his mate’s muscles and the softness of his belly waiting to be filled. A heady feeling comes over the warrior as their mingling scents join together making the most aphrodisiac scent.

The tingling at the base of his cock vibrates straight to Gunnar’s core. He can feel the flesh start to engorge as he continues his deep thrusts into his mate. Back and forth, harder with each pass until his knot starts to catch on his lover’s rim.

“It’s coming, baby…” Gunnar softly growls when it gets too tight to pull out. “Gods, baby…you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Gunnar shifts to grinding motions as he holds Cinaed tight against his chest. His love’s firm arse rubbing against his groin and giving him the most delicious pulsing in his core. His cock is buried so deep, ready to fill his mate’s waiting vessel while his knot keeps them locked in place.

“Fuck, Cinaed…I love you, baby. So good for me…Gods, yes…” Gunnar moans as he feels his stones draw up, signaling his impending release. Just as the first spurt of cum enters his husband, Gunnar clamps down with his teeth on Cinaed’s mating mark. Combining intense pleasure with the sharp but brief pain of his bite. His wolf howls at the moon while his cock empties its release deep inside his lover.

“My little fox, my mate, my husband…” Gunnar says with a reverence in his voice as he holds Cinaed’s trembling body firmly against his. His bite softening to licks and kisses.

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“I can feel it,” Cinaed rasps out, hissing when his lover’s knot starts to catch on him. His body greedily squeezes around him, and fuck it’s so intense. They’re fucking so primal and raw, and it’s building a strong sensation inside Cinaed’s body again.

“Jesus Christ,” the prince breathes out. “You’re gonna make me cum again… holy fuck.”

Cinaed lets out little moans as his lover’s knot grinds against that sensitive spot inside him, furrowing his brows and squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth drops open. He’s right there, so fucking close. He grinds his hips back on his lover’s cock just enough to get more friction, until his body starts fluttering and his cock twitches again with release.

“Gunnar, I’m cumming… Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the prince whimpers, letting out a little cry when Gunnar’s teeth sink into his neck. He can feel the Northman’s orgasm join with his own, the wet release coating his insides. What’s so strange is that he feels like he could shift, but he holds it back — his body trembling so hard with release, with the feeling of Gunnar deep inside him.

“Baby…” the prince purrs softly with panted breaths, not even sure what to ask for, but he needs something. He feels so vulnerable, his body spread open and taken apart… true breeding this time.

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Strong pants leave Gunnar’s mouth as he nuzzles against Cinaed’s neck. His husband’s walls still clenching and spasming around his cock in the afterglow of their shared releases. A little smile curls one side of the warrior’s lips thinking about his knot locking his seed in his mate’s body so not even a drop is wasted. His hips continue to grind against his mate, prolonging the feeling of bliss as they slowly come down from their high.

“Don’t worry, baby…I’ve got you.” Gunnar softly murmurs as his arms tighten even more around his mate’s trembling body. He can feel through their pair bond Cinaed’s urge to shift due to the intensity of their orgasm. Another one of the moon’s magnetic pulls. But Gunnar needs him to hold off for just a little longer. At least until his knot is released. “Not yet, baby…but soon. We’ll take a little run when our bodies are ready…”

Using all of his strength, Gunnar carefully and gently lowers his mate to the furs, being careful not to tug against his knot too much as he shifts them both to their sides with the big warrior laying behind his husband. Gunnar’s hand rests again against Cinaed’s belly, softly caressing in loving strokes.

“You did so good, baby…you took all of it like a good little fox.” Gunnar praises as he wraps himself around Cinaed. Keeping him in the firm protection of his arms. They are vulnerable out here. Exposed and locked together. But somehow Gunnar knows the magic of this place will also keep them safe. Just like when it brought back Cinaed’s life after his injury.

“I love you, so damn much. My husband…my gorgeous husband.” Gunnar trails kisses along Cinaed’s neck before claiming his lips in a deep, passionate, kiss. The warrior grabs one of the furs and pulls it over them.

“Rest, baby, until my knot releases us. We have a long night ahead of us…” Gunnar purrs as a little smirk curls his lips thinking about all the time they will be spending tangled up together. He honestly doubts his cock will fully soften at all tonight. Especially with his mate’s delicious scent teasing his senses, all night long.

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“Alright,” Cinaed says softly and nods, still reeling and panting to catch his breath. He can hold off the shift, of course… but with a lot of strength. As Gunnar carefully moves them to lay on their side, the prince feels a little better. Like his lover can be their strength after something so overwhelming. It was different than their usually lovemaking…very, very intense. Not painful, but very strong physically. Perhaps due to the pull of the moon.

Cinaed hums softly when Gunnar spoons around him and caresses his belly, settling into the comfort of their joining as the intensity settles. Gods, he feels so much better already. It will just take a little bit of time.

“We’re safe here,” the prince purrs, as if he could feel Gunnar’s thoughts. “Nothing can harm us here. It’s safe. I wouldn’t have nested here if it wasn’t.”

Cinaed turns his head to look up at Gunnar with a beaming smile before his mate captures him in a fervent kiss, returning it with all the passion he’s ever held for him. Husband. Such a beautiful title.

“Yes…” the prince snickers, putting his hand over the Northman’s on his belly. “We can’t leave from here until the morning, Gunnar. Or at least not stray far. I feel like it’s my purpose. Our purpose… to do this. I feel it in my bones.”

Reaching up for another sensual kiss, the prince adjusts just a little so he can gaze into Gunnar’s eyes, his amber gaze sparkling in the moonlight. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

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“Then we will stay until dawn…we will fulfill our purpose.” Gunnar purrs, reassuring his mate that they won’t leave the sanctuary of the meadow until the moon has disappeared from the sky. He can feel the same magical pull in this place. This is where their blessings will be conceived.

“…but we can still go for a little run in the meadow. Let our animals play and romp. We just won’t wander far from the nest. It will help calm the urge to shift when we mate…” the warrior softly explains, knowing this is Cinaed’s first full moon since his change. The moon’s pull towards their baser instincts is strong, especially when it reaches its apex. It almost demands they shift and if they ignore the pull for too long, it might decide for them.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby. You and our pups.” Gunnar says lovingly as he reaches for one of the water skins. “Here…drink.” He uncorks the top, holding it out for his mate. “Your heat can take a lot out of you, especially tonight. We need to drink plenty of water…and if you get hungry, just let me know. I will provide for all of your needs.” Gunnar solemnly swears as he tenderly brushes a curl behind Cinaed’s ear.

After Cinaed takes a sip of water, Gunnar does the same before corking the skin and placing it aside. The warrior cuddles into his mate, burying his nose in Cinaed’s neck as his knot continues to pulse deep inside him. Gods, he feels like he’s floating on a cloud. Married to the love of his life, his cock buried deep inside his mate, their bodies both trying to create something magical.

“I love the nest you prepared for us…” Gunnar praises his husband. “It’s so cozy and it smells like us. You are going to be such a wonderful faðir to our pups…I can’t wait to see your eyes light up when you hold our pup for the first time. The wonder that comes from creating something so beautiful. Fox or wolf, they will be so loved.” Gunnar places another tender kiss on Cinaed’s lips, addicted to their softness against his.

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Cinaed takes the water skin and takes a long drink of it before handing it back to his mate. Gunnar is right— it’s already taking a lot out of him. Days of his body changing all to hit an enormous peak during his first full moon.

“Yes, lover. I’ll speak my needs…”

Closing his eyes for a moment as Gunnar nuzzles into him, the prince takes a long, calming breath as the purrs vibrate from his chest again. His pants have lessened and his body has exactly what it’s wanted… he feels so good.

“You sound so sure…” the prince smiles into their kiss. “How can you be so sure of this blessing?”

Cinaed doesn’t even know why he asks. There’s every reason to be sure. He can feel it happening. They’ll make a pup together this night.

“I’m glad you like it!” Cinaed rings out softly. “But no one else is allowed here. No one. Or I’ll kill them.” The prince says. It sounds dramatic, but his heat is making him a little intense.

“Look…” Cinaed says, stretching his arm to grab a few sparkly crystals he found for the nest to show them to Gunnar. They’re laying on one of the Northman’s fur shawls from their cottage.

“Isn’t that pretty? Look, I found this too.”

An amber colored bottle that shines.

“And this… but that’s yours.” He shows Gunnar one of his armbands that is extra shiny.

“Oops, I guess these are yours too.” Cinaed says, showing him a pair of gloves.

“Oh! And I’m digging a den. It’s under those furs…”

Cinaed’s awfully talkative little spell ceases as he catches a scent of Gunnar, still behind him and wrapped around him. Locked together. He nuzzles his nose into the Northman’s cheek and purrs louder, until the Northman gives him another kiss.

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“How could I not be sure…” Gunnar lovingly smiles at his mate. Alright, sure, he’s not a seer and he can’t predict the future, but this he can feel. This place has already blessed them in the past, and he’s sure deep in his gut that it will again. “Revna said it. Your body is changing to give us this greatest gift. I have to believe between my Gods, and your old fae magic that it is possible.”

A soft chuckle rumbles from Gunnar’s chest at his mate’s threat about the nest. He believes him, that he would kill anyone else that dares to enter. The warrior trails kisses along his mate’s shoulder and neck. 

“Just you and I. No one else…” Gunnar confirms, his alpha rising in his chest in agreement. If anyone dares to intrude on their special place, Gunnar won’t hesitate to rip their throat out to protect his mate and ensure his comfort.

An amused look comes to Gunnar’s eyes as Cinaed shows in the crystals he found, that just so happened to be laying on his fur shawl. As Gunnar looks closer at the nest, he notices some of the other shiny objects his love has been collecting, not to mention some of his tunics. This side of his mate’s heat warms his heart. Seeing Cinaed keep close items that remind him of his mate, that offer him comfort.

“Very pretty, baby…” Gunnar purrs as he kisses Cinaed’s cheek as his mate shows him all the objects he’s been pilfering. Reaching behind him, Gunnar grabs his trousers. He pulls out a shiny purple crystal he found during his walk with Ragnar and Alfred to the ceremony. It’s funny how before Cinaed’s change, he would have just stepped over the crystal and kept walking, but now, anytime something shiny catches his eye he thinks of his love and how much happiness it will bring him.

“Here…you can add this one to your collection too.” The warrior places the amethyst crystal in his mate’s hand. Seeing Cinaed’s eyes light up brings a happy chuckle from Gunnar. “You are so precious…” he lovingly murmurs.

Hearing Cinaed’s purrs get louder brings a warm fuzzy feeling to the Northman’s heart as he tilts his chin to give him another deep, soulful kiss. His hips rock softly against his lover, testing the hold of his knot. It still has a little ways to go to release them, but the warrior is in no rush. He loves the feeling of his mate wrapped around him, his walls still softly milking him.

“Gods, you feel so good, baby…” Gunnar purrs. 

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Cinaed gasps when Gunnar shows and hands him the little amethyst crystal. Gods, this man amazes him every second of the day.

“You found this?!” The prince beams, setting it down near them and nuzzling into his lover again, his purrs rumbling from his chest as he kisses him over and over. As soon as Gunnar rolls his hips, Cinaed finds himself enraptured by him again, his body quickly honing his attention to his mate. The nest is so comfortable, and it’s very nice to be covered in furs while they’re locked together.

“Mm,” the prince hums, rolling back as Gunnar rocks forward. Perhaps before they run and satiate themselves with a meal, the Northman could ensure this first attempt is strong and successful.

“Can you give me more?” Cinaed purrs. “I want to roll my hips on you… grind on your cock while I lay my back against your chest. Feel it deep inside me,” the prince says.

“Would you do that for me?”

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“Yes, I found it, and my first thought was you…” Gunnar smiles as Cinaed takes the crystal, placing it near them on the furs. Warmth blooms in his chest when his mate nuzzles back into him again, peppering him with kisses.

“Fuck, baby…” the warrior breathes out as his mate rolls his hips back to meet him. His cock is still rock hard, and feeling that slight shift of the grinding send a fresh wave of pleasure through him.

A smile curls his lips when Cinaed asks for more, wanting to draw another peak out of his alpha to ensure a successful breeding. Gods, he doesn’t think he has ever been more turned on. Arousal humming through his body.

“I’ll give you anything you desire, my little fox.” The warrior husks in his mate’s ear. “I would do anything for you.”

Wrapping his arms firmly around Cinaed, Gunnar rolls them until his mate’s back is laying against his chest. He plants his feet on the furs to give him leverage while Cinaed’s legs rest on either side of him. A sharp moan escapes his mouth as his husband grinds against his cock. Keeping his hand on Cinaed’s belly Gunnar rocks his hips to meet his mate’s grinding motions. The pressure on the head of his cock sending a ripple of pleasure to his core.

“You want to milk me of all of my seed…don’t you, baby.” The Northman husks in a sultry voice. “Fill your belly with all my cum.”

Reaching down, Gunnar takes his husband’s cock in his hand, the tip leaking a steady stream of precum. He strokes Cinaed softly, almost leisurely, as the heat builds between them.

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“I would do anything for you.”

Cinaed grins and lets out a little shriek when Gunnar quickly wraps his arms around him and rolls them so that the prince lays on his chest. Sinking further down on his mate’s cock instantly hits him at the perfect angle.

Holy fuck.

“So tender of you, baby…” The prince says in a sultry purr, huffing as Gunnar uses some of his leverage to thrust up into him. Cinaed rolls his hips and grinds down on his cock, biting his lip when it makes his husband moan. Gods, he loves that fucking sound.

“Oh, yes… god that’s perfect. Don’t stop.” The prince whimpers. The Northman’s teasing words are so true.

“I still feel it. I want more…” Cinaed rasps out. “Give me more, Gunnar. Give it to me.”

Moving his hips a bit harder, the prince huffs a breath and arches completely back against Gunnar, his head falling over the Northman’s shoulder as his husband teasingly strokes his cock. It’s so warm with Cinaed’s back against him, and the perfect angle to get fucked.

“Ohhh fuck. You’re so hard baby…”

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“You make me so hard, baby…” Gunnar softly growls as he rocks his hips against his mate. “The touch of your skin, your delicious scent…all of it makes my cock want to stay hard and deep inside you for as long as possible.”

“….Hel even my knot doesn’t want to let you go.” Gunnar rasps feeling the pressure against his knot causing it to tingle again even though it’s still engorged.

Tilting Cinaed’s face to his, Gunnar claims his lips in a heated kiss. His hand that was resting on his mate’s belly moves up to caress his chest and everywhere he can touch. Gods, he’s mine…my husband, my forever. It still feels amazing to the Northman that this beautiful man is his. That he gets to spend the rest of his life with him. And have a family.

Using Cinaed’s precum, he coats his mate’s cock as he continues his tender strokes. Not enough to make him cum quite yet, but giving him that dual pleasure to make his climax that much more intense. More moans fall from the warrior’s mouth as his love clenches around his cock. The grinding against the head has Gunnar already seeing stars.

“That’s it, baby…you’re going to take all of me, aren’t you…” Gunnar growls as his lips tease his lover’s mark, drawing delicious moans from him.

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The fox whimpers against his mate’s lips as he tilts him into a kiss, the soft trail of their tongues together making Cinaed’s stomach light up with pleasure. It’s so good like this, so deep with perfect leverage for the prince’s pleasure, but he almost fears it after the last one. It almost threatens to tear him apart, and he has to remain tethered to Gunnar to calm it as his body has a mind of its own. Still… laying atop the strongest man he’s ever fucking met makes him want more and more.

“Mm, fuck…” the prince moans, dropping his hips down into each one of Gunnar’s rhythmic thrusts perfectly. The way his lover strokes his cock builds a dual intensity that has him trembling, and it gets him so fucking wet for him. “Just like that…”

Cinaed pants grow stronger and suddenly he’s biting back a groan as his body starts to reach its limit, tipping him so close to the edge that he grips the arm Gunnar lays across him like a vice.

“Yes, I want it so fucking bad.”

Gods, damn…

“Harder,” the princes whines, his voice laced with an animalistic growl just under the surface of it.

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Even though his thrusts are shallow given the fact that he is still locked deep inside his mate, it’s no less rapturous. Cinaed’s weight on top of him grounds Gunnar like nothing else. The press of their bodies, the heated skin, stirring the inferno between them.

“It feels so good, baby…” Gunnar moans as his hand trails back to his lover’s belly putting the slightest amount of pressure against it. Just wanting to feel his cock as it pounds deep inside his mate. “Gods, you take me so good, so deep…”

Gunnar’s lips curl when he hears his mate’s growl, asking for him to go harder. He goes as hard as he can, hitting that spot deep inside his love with every thrust of his hips. They have never done it this way. The angle, the depth, it feels so different and yet so amazing. He loves feeling his mate on top of him like this. It’s so primal, so feral, as he breeds his fox is every way imaginable.

“Are you going to cum for me, my little fox…” Gunnar purrs in Cinaed’s ear, his hand still stroking his lover’s cock. The pulsing in his knot is getting stronger and he knows he is so close to falling over the edge. Filling his mate with his seed.

“Cum for me, Cinaed…take what I’m offering you…” Gunnar growls as his wrist twists just enough on the tip of his mate’s cock to drive him over the edge. “I’m so close, baby…I’m right there with you.”

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As Gunnar goes harder and fucks him with his hard length and his knot, the prince moans helplessly with breathless little pants.

“Yes, fuck…” the prince answers his lover.

“Oh god I’m cumming…” Cinaed whimpers, his legs trembling above his lover’s hips as he spasms against his cock and paints his belly in his spend. Fuck, it has to take. There’s no way it doesn’t, and its still all Cinaed can think about in between the throes of passion and pleasure. Like his body is keeping its attention to their mating for the sake of producing their pup or kit, especially as the Northman meets his own release deep inside him.

“Oh, baby…” the prince sighs in such bliss, closing his eyes and resting back against his husband. “Gods, it’s so strong. I need food… and a cat nap.”

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As soon as Cinaed clenches around his knot, Gunnar is lost. The spasms down his length, the pulsing of his knot, drive him over the edge in another intense climax. Thick ropes of cum filling his mate to the brim. His heart is hammering against Cinaed’s back, his panted breaths feathering against his love’s neck.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior growls as his teeth rake against his lover’s neck. “Gods, my seed is going to be leaking out of you for days after tonight. But not until I pup you…” Gunnar rolls his hips against his love to emphasize his words.

While they both lay, locked together, Gunnar’s hand trails down to his mate’s belly again. He can’t stop touching it, wondering at the miracle that lies beneath his palm. He nuzzles his nose into Cinaed’s neck, trying to smell if there are any changes to his scent yet that might indicate his vessel has taken his offering. Cinaed’s scent still smells so sweet. The wildflowers, the honey and a hint of fruit. But underneath it all, Gunnar swears he can smell something, something just a little different then their usual combined scents. Is it a hint of lavender? Or is he just imagining that. Gunnar nuzzles his nose deeper, a low comforting growl rumbling in his chest as he tries to get closer to the scent. Never mind that his mate is giggling at the tickle of his beard, Gunnar is suddenly obsessed with smelling more.

“Gods, you smell so good, baby…” Gunnar murmurs. “I can’t get enough.”

When his mate mentions food and a cat nap, Gunnar finally snaps out of the hold the scent has on him. His focus immediately shifting to his mate’s comfort and needs. A sheepish smile coming to his face when he realizes that it’s going to take a little longer for his knot to go down with their second release.

“I will prepare you some food, baby. As soon as my knot releases it hold on us. In the meantime, here’s some water again…” Gunnar passes the water skin back to his husband to get a drink.

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Cinaed giggles as Gunnar rasps his beard across his neck and his mating mark. Gods, he feels so close to him right now, the warmth of their bodies humming between each other. The bliss Gunnar gives the prince is unlike anything he has ever felt, and he can’t ever imagine experiencing this with anyone else. Gunnar was his first, and now his husband, his mate. He’s so utterly in love with him… the prince’s body is his, and their lovemaking is made of such precious devotion.

“There’s no rush… we’ll let nature take its course.”Cinaed purrs as they return to spooning each other and Gunnar hands him the water skin. “Thank you, my love…” he says before taking a long drink.

“You like my scent?” He purrs then. “I love yours. You smell like rain. Like evergreen… and a little sweet. I love when I smell your scent on me…”

Leaning up for a sensual little kiss, Cinaed beams up at his lover with flushed cheeks and blissed out amber eyes.

“How will we know?” Cinaed asks, thinking perhaps Gunnar will know what he means.

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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Feeling Cinaed’s skin beneath his fingertips as their clothes are quickly shed, soothes the pacing of Gunnar’s wolf. The signs of his rut in full force now that the moon is drawing closer to it’s apex. His skin is getting feverish, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and the heaviness of his cock needing to fulfill the urge to breed his mate. A low growl rumbles from his chest as Cinaed trails his lips and tongue down his abs to the V that leads directly to his cock. The softness of Cinaed’s lips and the wet trail of his tongue sending a shiver through the Northman’s body. He braces himself against the tree as his lover spits on his cock, his head rolling back as Cinaed wraps his tantalizing lips around him.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior purrs as his hand laces into his husband’s curls, loving the silky softness of them between his fingers.

As Cinaed bobs up and down on his length, Gunnar’s breaths pick up. The tingling in his core getting stronger as his mate works his magic with his lips and his tongue. Driving him insane with pleasure. Gunnar can feel his cock throbbing against Cinaed’s tongue, getting harder still from his motions.

“Gods, you’re so good to me, baby…” Gunnar praises as his fingers lightly tug his mate’s hair. His hips gently rocking into the motions.

Gunnar briefly closes his eyes, breathing deep of his husband’s delicious scent. The sweetness making his mouth water as he imagines tasting his wetness that is no doubt coating his opening and running down the inside of his thighs. Even though there is a basket of treats for them to enjoy during the night, Gunnar swears he could feast on his lover and it will satisfy any hunger he might have.

Letting out a deep moan, Gunnar lets Cinaed get him close. To the point of his knot starting to tingle around the base of his cock, before he gives his husband a little tug of his hair to release him. He wants the first time he cums to be deep inside his lover, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed in the hopes of getting his mate pregnant. Helping Cinaed to rise, Gunnar claims his lips in a ravaging kiss, a hum playing in his throat.

“I want you to present yourself for your Alpha, my little fox, for our first time as husbands.” Gunnar husks as his lips trail down to his mate’s mark. “I’m going to mark you. Claim you. And fill you so full of my seed, that your vessel will have no choice but to grant us a pup.”

“It will be the first of many times tonight…” the Northman purrs. “…in every position under the moon.”

Gunnar helps his mate down to the furs, helping him get into position on all fours. His finger running tantalizing down the cleft of his arse and over his dripping wet rim. “….but first, I have to taste you.” The warrior purrs in a deep tone.

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As his husband pulls him back by his hair and forces him to release his cock, Cinaed trails wet lips against the side and the head as his amber eyes look up to give Gunnar a sultry gaze. Fuck, he is so wet… and he can feel his cock dripping already. As the Northman helps him to his feet, the kiss he takes him in makes the Prince’s knees weak, even more so when his lover’s lips trail over his bite. It rises goosebumps over his bare body, and he instantly wants to beg for it, heat rising in his blood and every instinct telling him to mate.

“Claim me…Leave your mark and fuck me deep. Give me what I need, Gunnar…” the prince purrs, a moan falling from his lips as Gunnar sucks on his mark. Gods, he wants it so hard. Cinaed quickly obeys and lets Gunnar move him to his hands and knees, arching his hips up to present himself as his husband’s fingers trace over his wet rim.

“Ohhh fuck.” the prince says quietly and shudders. He arches his hips up further and grips the furs beneath him as his pants and purrs grow much stronger. Cinaed moans instantly when he feels Gunnar’s strong grip spread him apart, the trail of his tongue against him going straight to his core.

“Oh my god, please.” Cinaed begs. “Gunnar, I…”

The prince moans again, the sound laced with a little animalistic whine blended into it. He starts reeling instantly, his chest and cheeks flushing, his body feeling like it’s so ready to accept.

“Fuck, it’s so strong…”

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A little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips hearing his husband beg as his tongue trails over his rim. Teasing him with tantalizing licks and sweet kisses. Gods, the slick leaking out of him tastes like the sweetest honey, delectable and indulgent. Gunnar just can’t get enough. It’s even sweeter with his heat, probably to drive his mate insane with lust, and it’s working. Gunnar drives his tongue inside of Cinaed, seeking his wetness from the source.

“Fuck, baby…you taste so good.” Gunnar purrs, his lips vibrating against his lover’s ring of muscle as he hums while he devours him.

One of his fingers slip inside Cinaed’s tight wet heat, and fuck if he isn’t even wetter. His body already prepared and eager to welcome Gunnar’s cock. To start the breeding they will be engaging in for most of the night. He curls his finger just right to brush over the bundle of nerves inside his mate. The resulting moans and pants going straight to his cock as it twitches between his legs. A stream of precum leaking from it’s tip.

Cinaed’s walls flutter around his finger, while Gunnar slides another one inside. He scissors the two fingers, opening his love up to take his cock. Ensuring there will be no discomfort later with the multiple rounds he has planned for his mate. Gunnar intends to be buried inside his mate for most of the night, with only short breaks for food and drink and perhaps little cat naps.

Not able to take waiting any longer, Gunnar gently withdraws his fingers, giving one last lick against his mate’s rim. Taking his throbbing cock in his hand, he guides himself to Cinaed’s opening. Pushing forward, he breaches his mate’s rim until his cockhead is resting just inside the tight ring of muscle. Gunnar watches as his mate’s arse swallows every inch of his length. The tightness causing a low growl to rumble from Gunnar’s chest.

“Gods, you take me so good, my little fox…” Gunnar praises as his hands lovingly caress his mate’s bottom. “Your body is so eager to take what I’m offering. It wants me to fill you with my seed, I can feel it.”

When Gunnar slides home, burying himself to the hilt, he lets out a shuddering breath. It feels different tonight. Like Cinaed’s body is somehow opening itself up to take the Northman as deep as possible. Gunnar nudges Cinaed’s legs wider as his hands grip his hips, pushing him forward and dragging him back against his cock.

“You feel so good, baby…just like this…” Gunnar moans as his head tips back while he rolls his hips back and forth. “Such a good boy for me…such a good fox…”

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Cinaed’s eyes roll back and his mouth drops open as Gunnar practically fucks him with his tongue, lapping up his wetness and only creating more. The heat had been so frustrating thus far, and fucking is practically the only thing that relieves it. Gunnar is so good at it that it helps instantly.

The prince lets out helpless little moans as Gunnar scissors his fingers inside him, and he notices his body feels so different. Not completely, just in a way of accepting his mate, of accommodating him so that he can have his ultimate way. This is exactly what Cinaed has been waiting for, and as Gunnar enters him with his cock, the prince trembles. The sensation is so much stronger, and his body forces him completely still until Gunnar bottoms out, his large hands holding the prince’s hips to slide him back on his cock.

The prince’s eyes roll back again as Gunnar laces a hand through his curls once more, the little tug enough to have him completely submitting for his mate. Feeling a trembling in his lower belly, the prince huffs and feels a wave coming that is so intense he can’t even prepare for it, but he can utter his lover’s name.

“Gunnar,” Cinaed moans and instantly cums untouched in a startling spasm, his body squeezing Gunnar’s cock tight as it moves in and out of him.

“Fuck! Oh my god…” Cinaed rasps out as he rides the aftershocks. He’d never came like that, so fast and so strong against the Northman’s cock. Gunnar had given him some insane orgasms, but that one was fucking madness. It’s like his body is trying to milk his husband’s cock.

“More…” the prince whines in heated pants.

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Lacing a hand through his lover’s curls again, Gunnar gives them a little tug as his hips rock against his husband. Fuck, just that word sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His husband, his mate. And soon to be the faðir of his pup, if the Gods and the powers of the moon are gracious with their blessings.

When Cinaed utters his name, and cums untouched, a little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips. It gives him a sense of pride to have his mate falling apart on his cock so quickly and easily and yet begging for more in the same breath. He slows down a little, keeping his thrusts leisurely as his mate rides the aftershocks of his release. His walls gripping Gunnar’s cock so tight like they are trying to milk the seed from his body.

“I’ve got you, baby…I’m not going to stop.” Gunnar reassures his love. They are not done, not by a long shot.

When the spasms in Cinaed’s body let up a little, and his breaths pick up, Gunnar resumes his deep thrusts. Going harder with each pass. Gods, his mate is dripping wet for him, coating his cock and making each thrust glide into him so easily. Like he was made for me…for this.

Wrapping his arms around Cinaed, he lifts his mate until his his flush against his chest. One large hand resting against his lower belly and the other one guides his lips to his. He claims him in a fervent kiss, his own panting breaths mingling with his lover’s.

“That’s it baby…you’re taking me so good…I can practically feel my cock right here…” Gunnar’s hand caresses Cinaed’s lower belly. “…eager to fill your vessel with my seed. To breed you and make a pup or kit from our blood.”

Gunnar’s lips trail to Cinaed’s mark, kissing and licking the silvery scar. He will bite him when his knot locks them together, claiming him again and again as he pumps him full of his seed. Gods, it feels so amazing. 

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“I’m sorry, I-I…” don’t know what is happening with my body right now…

Gods, the prince is reeling, and when Gunnar brings him up against his chest it’s the exact grounding he needs. Cinaed melts into Gunnar’s kiss with panted breaths, and his lover has complete control of him as his hips so naturally move back against the Northman’s cock.

“Please,” the prince whimpers as Gunnar caresses his lower belly. Fuck, he wants it so bad. The instinct is so strong. Cinaed lets out a little breathy sigh as his husband’s lips trail over the bite on his neck, arching his head back against him and closing his eyes. Completely surrendering.

“Oh my god, it feels so good.” The prince purrs, taking an arm up behind him to wrap around Gunnar’s neck as he nuzzles his cheek with his nose. He has that instinct again to scent him, despite being completely drenched in each other.

“I love you. I need you…” Cinaed purrs. “Make it happen for me. Give me everything.”

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“I’ll give you everything your heart desires, my little fox…everything.” Gunnar softly murmurs as Cinaed nuzzles into his cheek.

Gods, it feels so good, the Northman feels like he could go for hours just like this. The steady glide back and forth of his cock. His mate’s wetness coating him making each thrust into his tight heat effortless. The moon haze comes over him producing a euphoric buzz just below his skin. Goosebumps prickle his skin as if the Gods are watching their offering of love and passion.

“You are so perfect, baby…so gorgeous like this. Bare in the moonlight with your skin shimmering. Can you feel the magic surrounding us? I can…” Gunnar runs his lips over Cinaed’s jaw, his hands worshiping every hard plane of his mate’s muscles and the softness of his belly waiting to be filled. A heady feeling comes over the warrior as their mingling scents join together making the most aphrodisiac scent.

The tingling at the base of his cock vibrates straight to Gunnar’s core. He can feel the flesh start to engorge as he continues his deep thrusts into his mate. Back and forth, harder with each pass until his knot starts to catch on his lover’s rim.

“It’s coming, baby…” Gunnar softly growls when it gets too tight to pull out. “Gods, baby…you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Gunnar shifts to grinding motions as he holds Cinaed tight against his chest. His love’s firm arse rubbing against his groin and giving him the most delicious pulsing in his core. His cock is buried so deep, ready to fill his mate’s waiting vessel while his knot keeps them locked in place.

“Fuck, Cinaed…I love you, baby. So good for me…Gods, yes…” Gunnar moans as he feels his stones draw up, signaling his impending release. Just as the first spurt of cum enters his husband, Gunnar clamps down with his teeth on Cinaed’s mating mark. Combining intense pleasure with the sharp but brief pain of his bite. His wolf howls at the moon while his cock empties its release deep inside his lover.

“My little fox, my mate, my husband…” Gunnar says with a reverence in his voice as he holds Cinaed’s trembling body firmly against his. His bite softening to licks and kisses.

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“I can feel it,” Cinaed rasps out, hissing when his lover’s knot starts to catch on him. His body greedily squeezes around him, and fuck it’s so intense. They’re fucking so primal and raw, and it’s building a strong sensation inside Cinaed’s body again.

“Jesus Christ,” the prince breathes out. “You’re gonna make me cum again… holy fuck.”

Cinaed lets out little moans as his lover’s knot grinds against that sensitive spot inside him, furrowing his brows and squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth drops open. He’s right there, so fucking close. He grinds his hips back on his lover’s cock just enough to get more friction, until his body starts fluttering and his cock twitches again with release.

“Gunnar, I’m cumming… Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the prince whimpers, letting out a little cry when Gunnar’s teeth sink into his neck. He can feel the Northman’s orgasm join with his own, the wet release coating his insides. What’s so strange is that he feels like he could shift, but he holds it back — his body trembling so hard with release, with the feeling of Gunnar deep inside him.

“Baby…” the prince purrs softly with panted breaths, not even sure what to ask for, but he needs something. He feels so vulnerable, his body spread open and taken apart… true breeding this time.

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Strong pants leave Gunnar’s mouth as he nuzzles against Cinaed’s neck. His husband’s walls still clenching and spasming around his cock in the afterglow of their shared releases. A little smile curls one side of the warrior’s lips thinking about his knot locking his seed in his mate’s body so not even a drop is wasted. His hips continue to grind against his mate, prolonging the feeling of bliss as they slowly come down from their high.

“Don’t worry, baby…I’ve got you.” Gunnar softly murmurs as his arms tighten even more around his mate’s trembling body. He can feel through their pair bond Cinaed’s urge to shift due to the intensity of their orgasm. Another one of the moon’s magnetic pulls. But Gunnar needs him to hold off for just a little longer. At least until his knot is released. “Not yet, baby…but soon. We’ll take a little run when our bodies are ready…”

Using all of his strength, Gunnar carefully and gently lowers his mate to the furs, being careful not to tug against his knot too much as he shifts them both to their sides with the big warrior laying behind his husband. Gunnar’s hand rests again against Cinaed’s belly, softly caressing in loving strokes.

“You did so good, baby…you took all of it like a good little fox.” Gunnar praises as he wraps himself around Cinaed. Keeping him in the firm protection of his arms. They are vulnerable out here. Exposed and locked together. But somehow Gunnar knows the magic of this place will also keep them safe. Just like when it brought back Cinaed’s life after his injury.

“I love you, so damn much. My husband…my gorgeous husband.” Gunnar trails kisses along Cinaed’s neck before claiming his lips in a deep, passionate, kiss. The warrior grabs one of the furs and pulls it over them.

“Rest, baby, until my knot releases us. We have a long night ahead of us…” Gunnar purrs as a little smirk curls his lips thinking about all the time they will be spending tangled up together. He honestly doubts his cock will fully soften at all tonight. Especially with his mate’s delicious scent teasing his senses, all night long.

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“Alright,” Cinaed says softly and nods, still reeling and panting to catch his breath. He can hold off the shift, of course… but with a lot of strength. As Gunnar carefully moves them to lay on their side, the prince feels a little better. Like his lover can be their strength after something so overwhelming. It was different than their usually lovemaking…very, very intense. Not painful, but very strong physically. Perhaps due to the pull of the moon.

Cinaed hums softly when Gunnar spoons around him and caresses his belly, settling into the comfort of their joining as the intensity settles. Gods, he feels so much better already. It will just take a little bit of time.

“We’re safe here,” the prince purrs, as if he could feel Gunnar’s thoughts. “Nothing can harm us here. It’s safe. I wouldn’t have nested here if it wasn’t.”

Cinaed turns his head to look up at Gunnar with a beaming smile before his mate captures him in a fervent kiss, returning it with all the passion he’s ever held for him. Husband. Such a beautiful title.

“Yes…” the prince snickers, putting his hand over the Northman’s on his belly. “We can’t leave from here until the morning, Gunnar. Or at least not stray far. I feel like it’s my purpose. Our purpose… to do this. I feel it in my bones.”

Reaching up for another sensual kiss, the prince adjusts just a little so he can gaze into Gunnar’s eyes, his amber gaze sparkling in the moonlight. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

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“Then we will stay until dawn…we will fulfill our purpose.” Gunnar purrs, reassuring his mate that they won’t leave the sanctuary of the meadow until the moon has disappeared from the sky. He can feel the same magical pull in this place. This is where their blessings will be conceived.

“…but we can still go for a little run in the meadow. Let our animals play and romp. We just won’t wander far from the nest. It will help calm the urge to shift when we mate…” the warrior softly explains, knowing this is Cinaed’s first full moon since his change. The moon’s pull towards their baser instincts is strong, especially when it reaches its apex. It almost demands they shift and if they ignore the pull for too long, it might decide for them.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby. You and our pups.” Gunnar says lovingly as he reaches for one of the water skins. “Here…drink.” He uncorks the top, holding it out for his mate. “Your heat can take a lot out of you, especially tonight. We need to drink plenty of water…and if you get hungry, just let me know. I will provide for all of your needs.” Gunnar solemnly swears as he tenderly brushes a curl behind Cinaed’s ear.

After Cinaed takes a sip of water, Gunnar does the same before corking the skin and placing it aside. The warrior cuddles into his mate, burying his nose in Cinaed’s neck as his knot continues to pulse deep inside him. Gods, he feels like he’s floating on a cloud. Married to the love of his life, his cock buried deep inside his mate, their bodies both trying to create something magical.

“I love the nest you prepared for us…” Gunnar praises his husband. “It’s so cozy and it smells like us. You are going to be such a wonderful faðir to our pups…I can’t wait to see your eyes light up when you hold our pup for the first time. The wonder that comes from creating something so beautiful. Fox or wolf, they will be so loved.” Gunnar places another tender kiss on Cinaed’s lips, addicted to their softness against his.

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Cinaed takes the water skin and takes a long drink of it before handing it back to his mate. Gunnar is right— it’s already taking a lot out of him. Days of his body changing all to hit an enormous peak during his first full moon.

“Yes, lover. I’ll speak my needs…”

Closing his eyes for a moment as Gunnar nuzzles into him, the prince takes a long, calming breath as the purrs vibrate from his chest again. His pants have lessened and his body has exactly what it’s wanted… he feels so good.

“You sound so sure…” the prince smiles into their kiss. “How can you be so sure of this blessing?”

Cinaed doesn’t even know why he asks. There’s every reason to be sure. He can feel it happening. They’ll make a pup together this night.

“I’m glad you like it!” Cinaed rings out softly. “But no one else is allowed here. No one. Or I’ll kill them.” The prince says. It sounds dramatic, but his heat is making him a little intense.

“Look…” Cinaed says, stretching his arm to grab a few sparkly crystals he found for the nest to show them to Gunnar. They’re laying on one of the Northman’s fur shawls from their cottage.

“Isn’t that pretty? Look, I found this too.”

An amber colored bottle that shines.

“And this… but that’s yours.” He shows Gunnar one of his armbands that is extra shiny.

“Oops, I guess these are yours too.” Cinaed says, showing him a pair of gloves.

“Oh! And I’m digging a den. It’s under those furs…”

Cinaed’s awfully talkative little spell ceases as he catches a scent of Gunnar, still behind him and wrapped around him. Locked together. He nuzzles his nose into the Northman’s cheek and purrs louder, until the Northman gives him another kiss.

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“How could I not be sure…” Gunnar lovingly smiles at his mate. Alright, sure, he’s not a seer and he can’t predict the future, but this he can feel. This place has already blessed them in the past, and he’s sure deep in his gut that it will again. “Revna said it. Your body is changing to give us this greatest gift. I have to believe between my Gods, and your old fae magic that it is possible.”

A soft chuckle rumbles from Gunnar’s chest at his mate’s threat about the nest. He believes him, that he would kill anyone else that dares to enter. The warrior trails kisses along his mate’s shoulder and neck. 

“Just you and I. No one else…” Gunnar confirms, his alpha rising in his chest in agreement. If anyone dares to intrude on their special place, Gunnar won’t hesitate to rip their throat out to protect his mate and ensure his comfort.

An amused look comes to Gunnar’s eyes as Cinaed shows in the crystals he found, that just so happened to be laying on his fur shawl. As Gunnar looks closer at the nest, he notices some of the other shiny objects his love has been collecting, not to mention some of his tunics. This side of his mate’s heat warms his heart. Seeing Cinaed keep close items that remind him of his mate, that offer him comfort.

“Very pretty, baby…” Gunnar purrs as he kisses Cinaed’s cheek as his mate shows him all the objects he’s been pilfering. Reaching behind him, Gunnar grabs his trousers. He pulls out a shiny purple crystal he found during his walk with Ragnar and Alfred to the ceremony. It’s funny how before Cinaed’s change, he would have just stepped over the crystal and kept walking, but now, anytime something shiny catches his eye he thinks of his love and how much happiness it will bring him.

“Here…you can add this one to your collection too.” The warrior places the amethyst crystal in his mate’s hand. Seeing Cinaed’s eyes light up brings a happy chuckle from Gunnar. “You are so precious…” he lovingly murmurs.

Hearing Cinaed’s purrs get louder brings a warm fuzzy feeling to the Northman’s heart as he tilts his chin to give him another deep, soulful kiss. His hips rock softly against his lover, testing the hold of his knot. It still has a little ways to go to release them, but the warrior is in no rush. He loves the feeling of his mate wrapped around him, his walls still softly milking him.

“Gods, you feel so good, baby…” Gunnar purrs. 

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Cinaed gasps when Gunnar shows and hands him the little amethyst crystal. Gods, this man amazes him every second of the day.

“You found this?!” The prince beams, setting it down near them and nuzzling into his lover again, his purrs rumbling from his chest as he kisses him over and over. As soon as Gunnar rolls his hips, Cinaed finds himself enraptured by him again, his body quickly honing his attention to his mate. The nest is so comfortable, and it’s very nice to be covered in furs while they’re locked together.

“Mm,” the prince hums, rolling back as Gunnar rocks forward. Perhaps before they run and satiate themselves with a meal, the Northman could ensure this first attempt is strong and successful.

“Can you give me more?” Cinaed purrs. “I want to roll my hips on you… grind on your cock while I lay my back against your chest. Feel it deep inside me,” the prince says.

“Would you do that for me?”

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“Yes, I found it, and my first thought was you…” Gunnar smiles as Cinaed takes the crystal, placing it near them on the furs. Warmth blooms in his chest when his mate nuzzles back into him again, peppering him with kisses.

“Fuck, baby…” the warrior breathes out as his mate rolls his hips back to meet him. His cock is still rock hard, and feeling that slight shift of the grinding send a fresh wave of pleasure through him.

A smile curls his lips when Cinaed asks for more, wanting to draw another peak out of his alpha to ensure a successful breeding. Gods, he doesn’t think he has ever been more turned on. Arousal humming through his body.

“I’ll give you anything you desire, my little fox.” The warrior husks in his mate’s ear. “I would do anything for you.”

Wrapping his arms firmly around Cinaed, Gunnar rolls them until his mate’s back is laying against his chest. He plants his feet on the furs to give him leverage while Cinaed’s legs rest on either side of him. A sharp moan escapes his mouth as his husband grinds against his cock. Keeping his hand on Cinaed’s belly Gunnar rocks his hips to meet his mate’s grinding motions. The pressure on the head of his cock sending a ripple of pleasure to his core.

“You want to milk me of all of my seed…don’t you, baby.” The Northman husks in a sultry voice. “Fill your belly with all my cum.”

Reaching down, Gunnar takes his husband’s cock in his hand, the tip leaking a steady stream of precum. He strokes Cinaed softly, almost leisurely, as the heat builds between them.

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“I would do anything for you.”

Cinaed grins and lets out a little shriek when Gunnar quickly wraps his arms around him and rolls them so that the prince lays on his chest. Sinking further down on his mate’s cock instantly hits him at the perfect angle.

Holy fuck.

“So tender of you, baby…” The prince says in a sultry purr, huffing as Gunnar uses some of his leverage to thrust up into him. Cinaed rolls his hips and grinds down on his cock, biting his lip when it makes his husband moan. Gods, he loves that fucking sound.

“Oh, yes… god that’s perfect. Don’t stop.” The prince whimpers. The Northman’s teasing words are so true.

“I still feel it. I want more…” Cinaed rasps out. “Give me more, Gunnar. Give it to me.”

Moving his hips a bit harder, the prince huffs a breath and arches completely back against Gunnar, his head falling over the Northman’s shoulder as his husband teasingly strokes his cock. It’s so warm with Cinaed’s back against him, and the perfect angle to get fucked.

“Ohhh fuck. You’re so hard baby…”

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“You make me so hard, baby…” Gunnar softly growls as he rocks his hips against his mate. “The touch of your skin, your delicious scent…all of it makes my cock want to stay hard and deep inside you for as long as possible.”

“….Hel even my knot doesn’t want to let you go.” Gunnar rasps feeling the pressure against his knot causing it to tingle again even though it’s still engorged.

Tilting Cinaed’s face to his, Gunnar claims his lips in a heated kiss. His hand that was resting on his mate’s belly moves up to caress his chest and everywhere he can touch. Gods, he’s mine…my husband, my forever. It still feels amazing to the Northman that this beautiful man is his. That he gets to spend the rest of his life with him. And have a family.

Using Cinaed’s precum, he coats his mate’s cock as he continues his tender strokes. Not enough to make him cum quite yet, but giving him that dual pleasure to make his climax that much more intense. More moans fall from the warrior’s mouth as his love clenches around his cock. The grinding against the head has Gunnar already seeing stars.

“That’s it, baby…you’re going to take all of me, aren’t you…” Gunnar growls as his lips tease his lover’s mark, drawing delicious moans from him.

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The fox whimpers against his mate’s lips as he tilts him into a kiss, the soft trail of their tongues together making Cinaed’s stomach light up with pleasure. It’s so good like this, so deep with perfect leverage for the prince’s pleasure, but he almost fears it after the last one. It almost threatens to tear him apart, and he has to remain tethered to Gunnar to calm it as his body has a mind of its own. Still… laying atop the strongest man he’s ever fucking met makes him want more and more.

“Mm, fuck…” the prince moans, dropping his hips down into each one of Gunnar’s rhythmic thrusts perfectly. The way his lover strokes his cock builds a dual intensity that has him trembling, and it gets him so fucking wet for him. “Just like that…”

Cinaed pants grow stronger and suddenly he’s biting back a groan as his body starts to reach its limit, tipping him so close to the edge that he grips the arm Gunnar lays across him like a vice.

“Yes, I want it so fucking bad.”

Gods, damn…

“Harder,” the princes whines, his voice laced with an animalistic growl just under the surface of it.

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Even though his thrusts are shallow given the fact that he is still locked deep inside his mate, it’s no less rapturous. Cinaed’s weight on top of him grounds Gunnar like nothing else. The press of their bodies, the heated skin, stirring the inferno between them.

“It feels so good, baby…” Gunnar moans as his hand trails back to his lover’s belly putting the slightest amount of pressure against it. Just wanting to feel his cock as it pounds deep inside his mate. “Gods, you take me so good, so deep…”

Gunnar’s lips curl when he hears his mate’s growl, asking for him to go harder. He goes as hard as he can, hitting that spot deep inside his love with every thrust of his hips. They have never done it this way. The angle, the depth, it feels so different and yet so amazing. He loves feeling his mate on top of him like this. It’s so primal, so feral, as he breeds his fox is every way imaginable.

“Are you going to cum for me, my little fox…” Gunnar purrs in Cinaed’s ear, his hand still stroking his lover’s cock. The pulsing in his knot is getting stronger and he knows he is so close to falling over the edge. Filling his mate with his seed.

“Cum for me, Cinaed…take what I’m offering you…” Gunnar growls as his wrist twists just enough on the tip of his mate’s cock to drive him over the edge. “I’m so close, baby…I’m right there with you.”

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As Gunnar goes harder and fucks him with his hard length and his knot, the prince moans helplessly with breathless little pants.

“Yes, fuck…” the prince answers his lover.

“Oh god I’m cumming…” Cinaed whimpers, his legs trembling above his lover’s hips as he spasms against his cock and paints his belly in his spend. Fuck, it has to take. There’s no way it doesn’t, and its still all Cinaed can think about in between the throes of passion and pleasure. Like his body is keeping its attention to their mating for the sake of producing their pup or kit, especially as the Northman meets his own release deep inside him.

“Oh, baby…” the prince sighs in such bliss, closing his eyes and resting back against his husband. “Gods, it’s so strong. I need food… and a cat nap.”

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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Feeling Cinaed’s skin beneath his fingertips as their clothes are quickly shed, soothes the pacing of Gunnar’s wolf. The signs of his rut in full force now that the moon is drawing closer to it’s apex. His skin is getting feverish, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and the heaviness of his cock needing to fulfill the urge to breed his mate. A low growl rumbles from his chest as Cinaed trails his lips and tongue down his abs to the V that leads directly to his cock. The softness of Cinaed’s lips and the wet trail of his tongue sending a shiver through the Northman’s body. He braces himself against the tree as his lover spits on his cock, his head rolling back as Cinaed wraps his tantalizing lips around him.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior purrs as his hand laces into his husband’s curls, loving the silky softness of them between his fingers.

As Cinaed bobs up and down on his length, Gunnar’s breaths pick up. The tingling in his core getting stronger as his mate works his magic with his lips and his tongue. Driving him insane with pleasure. Gunnar can feel his cock throbbing against Cinaed’s tongue, getting harder still from his motions.

“Gods, you’re so good to me, baby…” Gunnar praises as his fingers lightly tug his mate’s hair. His hips gently rocking into the motions.

Gunnar briefly closes his eyes, breathing deep of his husband’s delicious scent. The sweetness making his mouth water as he imagines tasting his wetness that is no doubt coating his opening and running down the inside of his thighs. Even though there is a basket of treats for them to enjoy during the night, Gunnar swears he could feast on his lover and it will satisfy any hunger he might have.

Letting out a deep moan, Gunnar lets Cinaed get him close. To the point of his knot starting to tingle around the base of his cock, before he gives his husband a little tug of his hair to release him. He wants the first time he cums to be deep inside his lover, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed in the hopes of getting his mate pregnant. Helping Cinaed to rise, Gunnar claims his lips in a ravaging kiss, a hum playing in his throat.

“I want you to present yourself for your Alpha, my little fox, for our first time as husbands.” Gunnar husks as his lips trail down to his mate’s mark. “I’m going to mark you. Claim you. And fill you so full of my seed, that your vessel will have no choice but to grant us a pup.”

“It will be the first of many times tonight…” the Northman purrs. “…in every position under the moon.”

Gunnar helps his mate down to the furs, helping him get into position on all fours. His finger running tantalizing down the cleft of his arse and over his dripping wet rim. “….but first, I have to taste you.” The warrior purrs in a deep tone.

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As his husband pulls him back by his hair and forces him to release his cock, Cinaed trails wet lips against the side and the head as his amber eyes look up to give Gunnar a sultry gaze. Fuck, he is so wet… and he can feel his cock dripping already. As the Northman helps him to his feet, the kiss he takes him in makes the Prince’s knees weak, even more so when his lover’s lips trail over his bite. It rises goosebumps over his bare body, and he instantly wants to beg for it, heat rising in his blood and every instinct telling him to mate.

“Claim me…Leave your mark and fuck me deep. Give me what I need, Gunnar…” the prince purrs, a moan falling from his lips as Gunnar sucks on his mark. Gods, he wants it so hard. Cinaed quickly obeys and lets Gunnar move him to his hands and knees, arching his hips up to present himself as his husband’s fingers trace over his wet rim.

“Ohhh fuck.” the prince says quietly and shudders. He arches his hips up further and grips the furs beneath him as his pants and purrs grow much stronger. Cinaed moans instantly when he feels Gunnar’s strong grip spread him apart, the trail of his tongue against him going straight to his core.

“Oh my god, please.” Cinaed begs. “Gunnar, I…”

The prince moans again, the sound laced with a little animalistic whine blended into it. He starts reeling instantly, his chest and cheeks flushing, his body feeling like it’s so ready to accept.

“Fuck, it’s so strong…”

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A little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips hearing his husband beg as his tongue trails over his rim. Teasing him with tantalizing licks and sweet kisses. Gods, the slick leaking out of him tastes like the sweetest honey, delectable and indulgent. Gunnar just can’t get enough. It’s even sweeter with his heat, probably to drive his mate insane with lust, and it’s working. Gunnar drives his tongue inside of Cinaed, seeking his wetness from the source.

“Fuck, baby…you taste so good.” Gunnar purrs, his lips vibrating against his lover’s ring of muscle as he hums while he devours him.

One of his fingers slip inside Cinaed’s tight wet heat, and fuck if he isn’t even wetter. His body already prepared and eager to welcome Gunnar’s cock. To start the breeding they will be engaging in for most of the night. He curls his finger just right to brush over the bundle of nerves inside his mate. The resulting moans and pants going straight to his cock as it twitches between his legs. A stream of precum leaking from it’s tip.

Cinaed’s walls flutter around his finger, while Gunnar slides another one inside. He scissors the two fingers, opening his love up to take his cock. Ensuring there will be no discomfort later with the multiple rounds he has planned for his mate. Gunnar intends to be buried inside his mate for most of the night, with only short breaks for food and drink and perhaps little cat naps.

Not able to take waiting any longer, Gunnar gently withdraws his fingers, giving one last lick against his mate’s rim. Taking his throbbing cock in his hand, he guides himself to Cinaed’s opening. Pushing forward, he breaches his mate’s rim until his cockhead is resting just inside the tight ring of muscle. Gunnar watches as his mate’s arse swallows every inch of his length. The tightness causing a low growl to rumble from Gunnar’s chest.

“Gods, you take me so good, my little fox…” Gunnar praises as his hands lovingly caress his mate’s bottom. “Your body is so eager to take what I’m offering. It wants me to fill you with my seed, I can feel it.”

When Gunnar slides home, burying himself to the hilt, he lets out a shuddering breath. It feels different tonight. Like Cinaed’s body is somehow opening itself up to take the Northman as deep as possible. Gunnar nudges Cinaed’s legs wider as his hands grip his hips, pushing him forward and dragging him back against his cock.

“You feel so good, baby…just like this…” Gunnar moans as his head tips back while he rolls his hips back and forth. “Such a good boy for me…such a good fox…”

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Cinaed’s eyes roll back and his mouth drops open as Gunnar practically fucks him with his tongue, lapping up his wetness and only creating more. The heat had been so frustrating thus far, and fucking is practically the only thing that relieves it. Gunnar is so good at it that it helps instantly.

The prince lets out helpless little moans as Gunnar scissors his fingers inside him, and he notices his body feels so different. Not completely, just in a way of accepting his mate, of accommodating him so that he can have his ultimate way. This is exactly what Cinaed has been waiting for, and as Gunnar enters him with his cock, the prince trembles. The sensation is so much stronger, and his body forces him completely still until Gunnar bottoms out, his large hands holding the prince’s hips to slide him back on his cock.

The prince’s eyes roll back again as Gunnar laces a hand through his curls once more, the little tug enough to have him completely submitting for his mate. Feeling a trembling in his lower belly, the prince huffs and feels a wave coming that is so intense he can’t even prepare for it, but he can utter his lover’s name.

“Gunnar,” Cinaed moans and instantly cums untouched in a startling spasm, his body squeezing Gunnar’s cock tight as it moves in and out of him.

“Fuck! Oh my god…” Cinaed rasps out as he rides the aftershocks. He’d never came like that, so fast and so strong against the Northman’s cock. Gunnar had given him some insane orgasms, but that one was fucking madness. It’s like his body is trying to milk his husband’s cock.

“More…” the prince whines in heated pants.

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Lacing a hand through his lover’s curls again, Gunnar gives them a little tug as his hips rock against his husband. Fuck, just that word sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His husband, his mate. And soon to be the faðir of his pup, if the Gods and the powers of the moon are gracious with their blessings.

When Cinaed utters his name, and cums untouched, a little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips. It gives him a sense of pride to have his mate falling apart on his cock so quickly and easily and yet begging for more in the same breath. He slows down a little, keeping his thrusts leisurely as his mate rides the aftershocks of his release. His walls gripping Gunnar’s cock so tight like they are trying to milk the seed from his body.

“I’ve got you, baby…I’m not going to stop.” Gunnar reassures his love. They are not done, not by a long shot.

When the spasms in Cinaed’s body let up a little, and his breaths pick up, Gunnar resumes his deep thrusts. Going harder with each pass. Gods, his mate is dripping wet for him, coating his cock and making each thrust glide into him so easily. Like he was made for me…for this.

Wrapping his arms around Cinaed, he lifts his mate until his his flush against his chest. One large hand resting against his lower belly and the other one guides his lips to his. He claims him in a fervent kiss, his own panting breaths mingling with his lover’s.

“That’s it baby…you’re taking me so good…I can practically feel my cock right here…” Gunnar’s hand caresses Cinaed’s lower belly. “…eager to fill your vessel with my seed. To breed you and make a pup or kit from our blood.”

Gunnar’s lips trail to Cinaed’s mark, kissing and licking the silvery scar. He will bite him when his knot locks them together, claiming him again and again as he pumps him full of his seed. Gods, it feels so amazing. 

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“I’m sorry, I-I…” don’t know what is happening with my body right now…

Gods, the prince is reeling, and when Gunnar brings him up against his chest it’s the exact grounding he needs. Cinaed melts into Gunnar’s kiss with panted breaths, and his lover has complete control of him as his hips so naturally move back against the Northman’s cock.

“Please,” the prince whimpers as Gunnar caresses his lower belly. Fuck, he wants it so bad. The instinct is so strong. Cinaed lets out a little breathy sigh as his husband’s lips trail over the bite on his neck, arching his head back against him and closing his eyes. Completely surrendering.

“Oh my god, it feels so good.” The prince purrs, taking an arm up behind him to wrap around Gunnar’s neck as he nuzzles his cheek with his nose. He has that instinct again to scent him, despite being completely drenched in each other.

“I love you. I need you…” Cinaed purrs. “Make it happen for me. Give me everything.”

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“I’ll give you everything your heart desires, my little fox…everything.” Gunnar softly murmurs as Cinaed nuzzles into his cheek.

Gods, it feels so good, the Northman feels like he could go for hours just like this. The steady glide back and forth of his cock. His mate’s wetness coating him making each thrust into his tight heat effortless. The moon haze comes over him producing a euphoric buzz just below his skin. Goosebumps prickle his skin as if the Gods are watching their offering of love and passion.

“You are so perfect, baby…so gorgeous like this. Bare in the moonlight with your skin shimmering. Can you feel the magic surrounding us? I can…” Gunnar runs his lips over Cinaed’s jaw, his hands worshiping every hard plane of his mate’s muscles and the softness of his belly waiting to be filled. A heady feeling comes over the warrior as their mingling scents join together making the most aphrodisiac scent.

The tingling at the base of his cock vibrates straight to Gunnar’s core. He can feel the flesh start to engorge as he continues his deep thrusts into his mate. Back and forth, harder with each pass until his knot starts to catch on his lover’s rim.

“It’s coming, baby…” Gunnar softly growls when it gets too tight to pull out. “Gods, baby…you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Gunnar shifts to grinding motions as he holds Cinaed tight against his chest. His love’s firm arse rubbing against his groin and giving him the most delicious pulsing in his core. His cock is buried so deep, ready to fill his mate’s waiting vessel while his knot keeps them locked in place.

“Fuck, Cinaed…I love you, baby. So good for me…Gods, yes…” Gunnar moans as he feels his stones draw up, signaling his impending release. Just as the first spurt of cum enters his husband, Gunnar clamps down with his teeth on Cinaed’s mating mark. Combining intense pleasure with the sharp but brief pain of his bite. His wolf howls at the moon while his cock empties its release deep inside his lover.

“My little fox, my mate, my husband…” Gunnar says with a reverence in his voice as he holds Cinaed’s trembling body firmly against his. His bite softening to licks and kisses.

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“I can feel it,” Cinaed rasps out, hissing when his lover’s knot starts to catch on him. His body greedily squeezes around him, and fuck it’s so intense. They’re fucking so primal and raw, and it’s building a strong sensation inside Cinaed’s body again.

“Jesus Christ,” the prince breathes out. “You’re gonna make me cum again… holy fuck.”

Cinaed lets out little moans as his lover’s knot grinds against that sensitive spot inside him, furrowing his brows and squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth drops open. He’s right there, so fucking close. He grinds his hips back on his lover’s cock just enough to get more friction, until his body starts fluttering and his cock twitches again with release.

“Gunnar, I’m cumming… Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the prince whimpers, letting out a little cry when Gunnar’s teeth sink into his neck. He can feel the Northman’s orgasm join with his own, the wet release coating his insides. What’s so strange is that he feels like he could shift, but he holds it back — his body trembling so hard with release, with the feeling of Gunnar deep inside him.

“Baby…” the prince purrs softly with panted breaths, not even sure what to ask for, but he needs something. He feels so vulnerable, his body spread open and taken apart… true breeding this time.

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Strong pants leave Gunnar’s mouth as he nuzzles against Cinaed’s neck. His husband’s walls still clenching and spasming around his cock in the afterglow of their shared releases. A little smile curls one side of the warrior’s lips thinking about his knot locking his seed in his mate’s body so not even a drop is wasted. His hips continue to grind against his mate, prolonging the feeling of bliss as they slowly come down from their high.

“Don’t worry, baby…I’ve got you.” Gunnar softly murmurs as his arms tighten even more around his mate’s trembling body. He can feel through their pair bond Cinaed’s urge to shift due to the intensity of their orgasm. Another one of the moon’s magnetic pulls. But Gunnar needs him to hold off for just a little longer. At least until his knot is released. “Not yet, baby…but soon. We’ll take a little run when our bodies are ready…”

Using all of his strength, Gunnar carefully and gently lowers his mate to the furs, being careful not to tug against his knot too much as he shifts them both to their sides with the big warrior laying behind his husband. Gunnar’s hand rests again against Cinaed’s belly, softly caressing in loving strokes.

“You did so good, baby…you took all of it like a good little fox.” Gunnar praises as he wraps himself around Cinaed. Keeping him in the firm protection of his arms. They are vulnerable out here. Exposed and locked together. But somehow Gunnar knows the magic of this place will also keep them safe. Just like when it brought back Cinaed’s life after his injury.

“I love you, so damn much. My husband…my gorgeous husband.” Gunnar trails kisses along Cinaed’s neck before claiming his lips in a deep, passionate, kiss. The warrior grabs one of the furs and pulls it over them.

“Rest, baby, until my knot releases us. We have a long night ahead of us…” Gunnar purrs as a little smirk curls his lips thinking about all the time they will be spending tangled up together. He honestly doubts his cock will fully soften at all tonight. Especially with his mate’s delicious scent teasing his senses, all night long.

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“Alright,” Cinaed says softly and nods, still reeling and panting to catch his breath. He can hold off the shift, of course… but with a lot of strength. As Gunnar carefully moves them to lay on their side, the prince feels a little better. Like his lover can be their strength after something so overwhelming. It was different than their usually lovemaking…very, very intense. Not painful, but very strong physically. Perhaps due to the pull of the moon.

Cinaed hums softly when Gunnar spoons around him and caresses his belly, settling into the comfort of their joining as the intensity settles. Gods, he feels so much better already. It will just take a little bit of time.

“We’re safe here,” the prince purrs, as if he could feel Gunnar’s thoughts. “Nothing can harm us here. It’s safe. I wouldn’t have nested here if it wasn’t.”

Cinaed turns his head to look up at Gunnar with a beaming smile before his mate captures him in a fervent kiss, returning it with all the passion he’s ever held for him. Husband. Such a beautiful title.

“Yes…” the prince snickers, putting his hand over the Northman’s on his belly. “We can’t leave from here until the morning, Gunnar. Or at least not stray far. I feel like it’s my purpose. Our purpose… to do this. I feel it in my bones.”

Reaching up for another sensual kiss, the prince adjusts just a little so he can gaze into Gunnar’s eyes, his amber gaze sparkling in the moonlight. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

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“Then we will stay until dawn…we will fulfill our purpose.” Gunnar purrs, reassuring his mate that they won’t leave the sanctuary of the meadow until the moon has disappeared from the sky. He can feel the same magical pull in this place. This is where their blessings will be conceived.

“…but we can still go for a little run in the meadow. Let our animals play and romp. We just won’t wander far from the nest. It will help calm the urge to shift when we mate…” the warrior softly explains, knowing this is Cinaed’s first full moon since his change. The moon’s pull towards their baser instincts is strong, especially when it reaches its apex. It almost demands they shift and if they ignore the pull for too long, it might decide for them.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby. You and our pups.” Gunnar says lovingly as he reaches for one of the water skins. “Here…drink.” He uncorks the top, holding it out for his mate. “Your heat can take a lot out of you, especially tonight. We need to drink plenty of water…and if you get hungry, just let me know. I will provide for all of your needs.” Gunnar solemnly swears as he tenderly brushes a curl behind Cinaed’s ear.

After Cinaed takes a sip of water, Gunnar does the same before corking the skin and placing it aside. The warrior cuddles into his mate, burying his nose in Cinaed’s neck as his knot continues to pulse deep inside him. Gods, he feels like he’s floating on a cloud. Married to the love of his life, his cock buried deep inside his mate, their bodies both trying to create something magical.

“I love the nest you prepared for us…” Gunnar praises his husband. “It’s so cozy and it smells like us. You are going to be such a wonderful faðir to our pups…I can’t wait to see your eyes light up when you hold our pup for the first time. The wonder that comes from creating something so beautiful. Fox or wolf, they will be so loved.” Gunnar places another tender kiss on Cinaed’s lips, addicted to their softness against his.

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Cinaed takes the water skin and takes a long drink of it before handing it back to his mate. Gunnar is right— it’s already taking a lot out of him. Days of his body changing all to hit an enormous peak during his first full moon.

“Yes, lover. I’ll speak my needs…”

Closing his eyes for a moment as Gunnar nuzzles into him, the prince takes a long, calming breath as the purrs vibrate from his chest again. His pants have lessened and his body has exactly what it’s wanted… he feels so good.

“You sound so sure…” the prince smiles into their kiss. “How can you be so sure of this blessing?”

Cinaed doesn’t even know why he asks. There’s every reason to be sure. He can feel it happening. They’ll make a pup together this night.

“I’m glad you like it!” Cinaed rings out softly. “But no one else is allowed here. No one. Or I’ll kill them.” The prince says. It sounds dramatic, but his heat is making him a little intense.

“Look…” Cinaed says, stretching his arm to grab a few sparkly crystals he found for the nest to show them to Gunnar. They’re laying on one of the Northman’s fur shawls from their cottage.

“Isn’t that pretty? Look, I found this too.”

An amber colored bottle that shines.

“And this… but that’s yours.” He shows Gunnar one of his armbands that is extra shiny.

“Oops, I guess these are yours too.” Cinaed says, showing him a pair of gloves.

“Oh! And I’m digging a den. It’s under those furs…”

Cinaed’s awfully talkative little spell ceases as he catches a scent of Gunnar, still behind him and wrapped around him. Locked together. He nuzzles his nose into the Northman’s cheek and purrs louder, until the Northman gives him another kiss.

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“How could I not be sure…” Gunnar lovingly smiles at his mate. Alright, sure, he’s not a seer and he can’t predict the future, but this he can feel. This place has already blessed them in the past, and he’s sure deep in his gut that it will again. “Revna said it. Your body is changing to give us this greatest gift. I have to believe between my Gods, and your old fae magic that it is possible.”

A soft chuckle rumbles from Gunnar’s chest at his mate’s threat about the nest. He believes him, that he would kill anyone else that dares to enter. The warrior trails kisses along his mate’s shoulder and neck. 

“Just you and I. No one else…” Gunnar confirms, his alpha rising in his chest in agreement. If anyone dares to intrude on their special place, Gunnar won’t hesitate to rip their throat out to protect his mate and ensure his comfort.

An amused look comes to Gunnar’s eyes as Cinaed shows in the crystals he found, that just so happened to be laying on his fur shawl. As Gunnar looks closer at the nest, he notices some of the other shiny objects his love has been collecting, not to mention some of his tunics. This side of his mate’s heat warms his heart. Seeing Cinaed keep close items that remind him of his mate, that offer him comfort.

“Very pretty, baby…” Gunnar purrs as he kisses Cinaed’s cheek as his mate shows him all the objects he’s been pilfering. Reaching behind him, Gunnar grabs his trousers. He pulls out a shiny purple crystal he found during his walk with Ragnar and Alfred to the ceremony. It’s funny how before Cinaed’s change, he would have just stepped over the crystal and kept walking, but now, anytime something shiny catches his eye he thinks of his love and how much happiness it will bring him.

“Here…you can add this one to your collection too.” The warrior places the amethyst crystal in his mate’s hand. Seeing Cinaed’s eyes light up brings a happy chuckle from Gunnar. “You are so precious…” he lovingly murmurs.

Hearing Cinaed’s purrs get louder brings a warm fuzzy feeling to the Northman’s heart as he tilts his chin to give him another deep, soulful kiss. His hips rock softly against his lover, testing the hold of his knot. It still has a little ways to go to release them, but the warrior is in no rush. He loves the feeling of his mate wrapped around him, his walls still softly milking him.

“Gods, you feel so good, baby…” Gunnar purrs. 

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Cinaed gasps when Gunnar shows and hands him the little amethyst crystal. Gods, this man amazes him every second of the day.

“You found this?!” The prince beams, setting it down near them and nuzzling into his lover again, his purrs rumbling from his chest as he kisses him over and over. As soon as Gunnar rolls his hips, Cinaed finds himself enraptured by him again, his body quickly honing his attention to his mate. The nest is so comfortable, and it’s very nice to be covered in furs while they’re locked together.

“Mm,” the prince hums, rolling back as Gunnar rocks forward. Perhaps before they run and satiate themselves with a meal, the Northman could ensure this first attempt is strong and successful.

“Can you give me more?” Cinaed purrs. “I want to roll my hips on you… grind on your cock while I lay my back against your chest. Feel it deep inside me,” the prince says.

“Would you do that for me?”

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“Yes, I found it, and my first thought was you…” Gunnar smiles as Cinaed takes the crystal, placing it near them on the furs. Warmth blooms in his chest when his mate nuzzles back into him again, peppering him with kisses.

“Fuck, baby…” the warrior breathes out as his mate rolls his hips back to meet him. His cock is still rock hard, and feeling that slight shift of the grinding send a fresh wave of pleasure through him.

A smile curls his lips when Cinaed asks for more, wanting to draw another peak out of his alpha to ensure a successful breeding. Gods, he doesn’t think he has ever been more turned on. Arousal humming through his body.

“I’ll give you anything you desire, my little fox.” The warrior husks in his mate’s ear. “I would do anything for you.”

Wrapping his arms firmly around Cinaed, Gunnar rolls them until his mate’s back is laying against his chest. He plants his feet on the furs to give him leverage while Cinaed’s legs rest on either side of him. A sharp moan escapes his mouth as his husband grinds against his cock. Keeping his hand on Cinaed’s belly Gunnar rocks his hips to meet his mate’s grinding motions. The pressure on the head of his cock sending a ripple of pleasure to his core.

“You want to milk me of all of my seed…don’t you, baby.” The Northman husks in a sultry voice. “Fill your belly with all my cum.”

Reaching down, Gunnar takes his husband’s cock in his hand, the tip leaking a steady stream of precum. He strokes Cinaed softly, almost leisurely, as the heat builds between them.

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“I would do anything for you.”

Cinaed grins and lets out a little shriek when Gunnar quickly wraps his arms around him and rolls them so that the prince lays on his chest. Sinking further down on his mate’s cock instantly hits him at the perfect angle.

Holy fuck.

“So tender of you, baby…” The prince says in a sultry purr, huffing as Gunnar uses some of his leverage to thrust up into him. Cinaed rolls his hips and grinds down on his cock, biting his lip when it makes his husband moan. Gods, he loves that fucking sound.

“Oh, yes… god that’s perfect. Don’t stop.” The prince whimpers. The Northman’s teasing words are so true.

“I still feel it. I want more…” Cinaed rasps out. “Give me more, Gunnar. Give it to me.”

Moving his hips a bit harder, the prince huffs a breath and arches completely back against Gunnar, his head falling over the Northman’s shoulder as his husband teasingly strokes his cock. It’s so warm with Cinaed’s back against him, and the perfect angle to get fucked.

“Ohhh fuck. You’re so hard baby…”

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“You make me so hard, baby…” Gunnar softly growls as he rocks his hips against his mate. “The touch of your skin, your delicious scent…all of it makes my cock want to stay hard and deep inside you for as long as possible.”

“….Hel even my knot doesn’t want to let you go.” Gunnar rasps feeling the pressure against his knot causing it to tingle again even though it’s still engorged.

Tilting Cinaed’s face to his, Gunnar claims his lips in a heated kiss. His hand that was resting on his mate’s belly moves up to caress his chest and everywhere he can touch. Gods, he’s mine…my husband, my forever. It still feels amazing to the Northman that this beautiful man is his. That he gets to spend the rest of his life with him. And have a family.

Using Cinaed’s precum, he coats his mate’s cock as he continues his tender strokes. Not enough to make him cum quite yet, but giving him that dual pleasure to make his climax that much more intense. More moans fall from the warrior’s mouth as his love clenches around his cock. The grinding against the head has Gunnar already seeing stars.

“That’s it, baby…you’re going to take all of me, aren’t you…” Gunnar growls as his lips tease his lover’s mark, drawing delicious moans from him.

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The fox whimpers against his mate’s lips as he tilts him into a kiss, the soft trail of their tongues together making Cinaed’s stomach light up with pleasure. It’s so good like this, so deep with perfect leverage for the prince’s pleasure, but he almost fears it after the last one. It almost threatens to tear him apart, and he has to remain tethered to Gunnar to calm it as his body has a mind of its own. Still… laying atop the strongest man he’s ever fucking met makes him want more and more.

“Mm, fuck…” the prince moans, dropping his hips down into each one of Gunnar’s rhythmic thrusts perfectly. The way his lover strokes his cock builds a dual intensity that has him trembling, and it gets him so fucking wet for him. “Just like that…”

Cinaed pants grow stronger and suddenly he’s biting back a groan as his body starts to reach its limit, tipping him so close to the edge that he grips the arm Gunnar lays across him like a vice.

“Yes, I want it so fucking bad.”

Gods, damn…

“Harder,” the princes whines, his voice laced with an animalistic growl just under the surface of it.

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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Feeling Cinaed’s skin beneath his fingertips as their clothes are quickly shed, soothes the pacing of Gunnar’s wolf. The signs of his rut in full force now that the moon is drawing closer to it’s apex. His skin is getting feverish, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and the heaviness of his cock needing to fulfill the urge to breed his mate. A low growl rumbles from his chest as Cinaed trails his lips and tongue down his abs to the V that leads directly to his cock. The softness of Cinaed’s lips and the wet trail of his tongue sending a shiver through the Northman’s body. He braces himself against the tree as his lover spits on his cock, his head rolling back as Cinaed wraps his tantalizing lips around him.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior purrs as his hand laces into his husband’s curls, loving the silky softness of them between his fingers.

As Cinaed bobs up and down on his length, Gunnar’s breaths pick up. The tingling in his core getting stronger as his mate works his magic with his lips and his tongue. Driving him insane with pleasure. Gunnar can feel his cock throbbing against Cinaed’s tongue, getting harder still from his motions.

“Gods, you’re so good to me, baby…” Gunnar praises as his fingers lightly tug his mate’s hair. His hips gently rocking into the motions.

Gunnar briefly closes his eyes, breathing deep of his husband’s delicious scent. The sweetness making his mouth water as he imagines tasting his wetness that is no doubt coating his opening and running down the inside of his thighs. Even though there is a basket of treats for them to enjoy during the night, Gunnar swears he could feast on his lover and it will satisfy any hunger he might have.

Letting out a deep moan, Gunnar lets Cinaed get him close. To the point of his knot starting to tingle around the base of his cock, before he gives his husband a little tug of his hair to release him. He wants the first time he cums to be deep inside his lover, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed in the hopes of getting his mate pregnant. Helping Cinaed to rise, Gunnar claims his lips in a ravaging kiss, a hum playing in his throat.

“I want you to present yourself for your Alpha, my little fox, for our first time as husbands.” Gunnar husks as his lips trail down to his mate’s mark. “I’m going to mark you. Claim you. And fill you so full of my seed, that your vessel will have no choice but to grant us a pup.”

“It will be the first of many times tonight…” the Northman purrs. “…in every position under the moon.”

Gunnar helps his mate down to the furs, helping him get into position on all fours. His finger running tantalizing down the cleft of his arse and over his dripping wet rim. “….but first, I have to taste you.” The warrior purrs in a deep tone.

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As his husband pulls him back by his hair and forces him to release his cock, Cinaed trails wet lips against the side and the head as his amber eyes look up to give Gunnar a sultry gaze. Fuck, he is so wet… and he can feel his cock dripping already. As the Northman helps him to his feet, the kiss he takes him in makes the Prince’s knees weak, even more so when his lover’s lips trail over his bite. It rises goosebumps over his bare body, and he instantly wants to beg for it, heat rising in his blood and every instinct telling him to mate.

“Claim me…Leave your mark and fuck me deep. Give me what I need, Gunnar…” the prince purrs, a moan falling from his lips as Gunnar sucks on his mark. Gods, he wants it so hard. Cinaed quickly obeys and lets Gunnar move him to his hands and knees, arching his hips up to present himself as his husband’s fingers trace over his wet rim.

“Ohhh fuck.” the prince says quietly and shudders. He arches his hips up further and grips the furs beneath him as his pants and purrs grow much stronger. Cinaed moans instantly when he feels Gunnar’s strong grip spread him apart, the trail of his tongue against him going straight to his core.

“Oh my god, please.” Cinaed begs. “Gunnar, I…”

The prince moans again, the sound laced with a little animalistic whine blended into it. He starts reeling instantly, his chest and cheeks flushing, his body feeling like it’s so ready to accept.

“Fuck, it’s so strong…”

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A little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips hearing his husband beg as his tongue trails over his rim. Teasing him with tantalizing licks and sweet kisses. Gods, the slick leaking out of him tastes like the sweetest honey, delectable and indulgent. Gunnar just can’t get enough. It’s even sweeter with his heat, probably to drive his mate insane with lust, and it’s working. Gunnar drives his tongue inside of Cinaed, seeking his wetness from the source.

“Fuck, baby…you taste so good.” Gunnar purrs, his lips vibrating against his lover’s ring of muscle as he hums while he devours him.

One of his fingers slip inside Cinaed’s tight wet heat, and fuck if he isn’t even wetter. His body already prepared and eager to welcome Gunnar’s cock. To start the breeding they will be engaging in for most of the night. He curls his finger just right to brush over the bundle of nerves inside his mate. The resulting moans and pants going straight to his cock as it twitches between his legs. A stream of precum leaking from it’s tip.

Cinaed’s walls flutter around his finger, while Gunnar slides another one inside. He scissors the two fingers, opening his love up to take his cock. Ensuring there will be no discomfort later with the multiple rounds he has planned for his mate. Gunnar intends to be buried inside his mate for most of the night, with only short breaks for food and drink and perhaps little cat naps.

Not able to take waiting any longer, Gunnar gently withdraws his fingers, giving one last lick against his mate’s rim. Taking his throbbing cock in his hand, he guides himself to Cinaed’s opening. Pushing forward, he breaches his mate’s rim until his cockhead is resting just inside the tight ring of muscle. Gunnar watches as his mate’s arse swallows every inch of his length. The tightness causing a low growl to rumble from Gunnar’s chest.

“Gods, you take me so good, my little fox…” Gunnar praises as his hands lovingly caress his mate’s bottom. “Your body is so eager to take what I’m offering. It wants me to fill you with my seed, I can feel it.”

When Gunnar slides home, burying himself to the hilt, he lets out a shuddering breath. It feels different tonight. Like Cinaed’s body is somehow opening itself up to take the Northman as deep as possible. Gunnar nudges Cinaed’s legs wider as his hands grip his hips, pushing him forward and dragging him back against his cock.

“You feel so good, baby…just like this…” Gunnar moans as his head tips back while he rolls his hips back and forth. “Such a good boy for me…such a good fox…”

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Cinaed’s eyes roll back and his mouth drops open as Gunnar practically fucks him with his tongue, lapping up his wetness and only creating more. The heat had been so frustrating thus far, and fucking is practically the only thing that relieves it. Gunnar is so good at it that it helps instantly.

The prince lets out helpless little moans as Gunnar scissors his fingers inside him, and he notices his body feels so different. Not completely, just in a way of accepting his mate, of accommodating him so that he can have his ultimate way. This is exactly what Cinaed has been waiting for, and as Gunnar enters him with his cock, the prince trembles. The sensation is so much stronger, and his body forces him completely still until Gunnar bottoms out, his large hands holding the prince’s hips to slide him back on his cock.

The prince’s eyes roll back again as Gunnar laces a hand through his curls once more, the little tug enough to have him completely submitting for his mate. Feeling a trembling in his lower belly, the prince huffs and feels a wave coming that is so intense he can’t even prepare for it, but he can utter his lover’s name.

“Gunnar,” Cinaed moans and instantly cums untouched in a startling spasm, his body squeezing Gunnar’s cock tight as it moves in and out of him.

“Fuck! Oh my god…” Cinaed rasps out as he rides the aftershocks. He’d never came like that, so fast and so strong against the Northman’s cock. Gunnar had given him some insane orgasms, but that one was fucking madness. It’s like his body is trying to milk his husband’s cock.

“More…” the prince whines in heated pants.

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Lacing a hand through his lover’s curls again, Gunnar gives them a little tug as his hips rock against his husband. Fuck, just that word sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His husband, his mate. And soon to be the faðir of his pup, if the Gods and the powers of the moon are gracious with their blessings.

When Cinaed utters his name, and cums untouched, a little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips. It gives him a sense of pride to have his mate falling apart on his cock so quickly and easily and yet begging for more in the same breath. He slows down a little, keeping his thrusts leisurely as his mate rides the aftershocks of his release. His walls gripping Gunnar’s cock so tight like they are trying to milk the seed from his body.

“I’ve got you, baby…I’m not going to stop.” Gunnar reassures his love. They are not done, not by a long shot.

When the spasms in Cinaed’s body let up a little, and his breaths pick up, Gunnar resumes his deep thrusts. Going harder with each pass. Gods, his mate is dripping wet for him, coating his cock and making each thrust glide into him so easily. Like he was made for me…for this.

Wrapping his arms around Cinaed, he lifts his mate until his his flush against his chest. One large hand resting against his lower belly and the other one guides his lips to his. He claims him in a fervent kiss, his own panting breaths mingling with his lover’s.

“That’s it baby…you’re taking me so good…I can practically feel my cock right here…” Gunnar’s hand caresses Cinaed’s lower belly. “…eager to fill your vessel with my seed. To breed you and make a pup or kit from our blood.”

Gunnar’s lips trail to Cinaed’s mark, kissing and licking the silvery scar. He will bite him when his knot locks them together, claiming him again and again as he pumps him full of his seed. Gods, it feels so amazing. 

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“I’m sorry, I-I…” don’t know what is happening with my body right now…

Gods, the prince is reeling, and when Gunnar brings him up against his chest it’s the exact grounding he needs. Cinaed melts into Gunnar’s kiss with panted breaths, and his lover has complete control of him as his hips so naturally move back against the Northman’s cock.

“Please,” the prince whimpers as Gunnar caresses his lower belly. Fuck, he wants it so bad. The instinct is so strong. Cinaed lets out a little breathy sigh as his husband’s lips trail over the bite on his neck, arching his head back against him and closing his eyes. Completely surrendering.

“Oh my god, it feels so good.” The prince purrs, taking an arm up behind him to wrap around Gunnar’s neck as he nuzzles his cheek with his nose. He has that instinct again to scent him, despite being completely drenched in each other.

“I love you. I need you…” Cinaed purrs. “Make it happen for me. Give me everything.”

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“I’ll give you everything your heart desires, my little fox…everything.” Gunnar softly murmurs as Cinaed nuzzles into his cheek.

Gods, it feels so good, the Northman feels like he could go for hours just like this. The steady glide back and forth of his cock. His mate’s wetness coating him making each thrust into his tight heat effortless. The moon haze comes over him producing a euphoric buzz just below his skin. Goosebumps prickle his skin as if the Gods are watching their offering of love and passion.

“You are so perfect, baby…so gorgeous like this. Bare in the moonlight with your skin shimmering. Can you feel the magic surrounding us? I can…” Gunnar runs his lips over Cinaed’s jaw, his hands worshiping every hard plane of his mate’s muscles and the softness of his belly waiting to be filled. A heady feeling comes over the warrior as their mingling scents join together making the most aphrodisiac scent.

The tingling at the base of his cock vibrates straight to Gunnar’s core. He can feel the flesh start to engorge as he continues his deep thrusts into his mate. Back and forth, harder with each pass until his knot starts to catch on his lover’s rim.

“It’s coming, baby…” Gunnar softly growls when it gets too tight to pull out. “Gods, baby…you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Gunnar shifts to grinding motions as he holds Cinaed tight against his chest. His love’s firm arse rubbing against his groin and giving him the most delicious pulsing in his core. His cock is buried so deep, ready to fill his mate’s waiting vessel while his knot keeps them locked in place.

“Fuck, Cinaed…I love you, baby. So good for me…Gods, yes…” Gunnar moans as he feels his stones draw up, signaling his impending release. Just as the first spurt of cum enters his husband, Gunnar clamps down with his teeth on Cinaed’s mating mark. Combining intense pleasure with the sharp but brief pain of his bite. His wolf howls at the moon while his cock empties its release deep inside his lover.

“My little fox, my mate, my husband…” Gunnar says with a reverence in his voice as he holds Cinaed’s trembling body firmly against his. His bite softening to licks and kisses.

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“I can feel it,” Cinaed rasps out, hissing when his lover’s knot starts to catch on him. His body greedily squeezes around him, and fuck it’s so intense. They’re fucking so primal and raw, and it’s building a strong sensation inside Cinaed’s body again.

“Jesus Christ,” the prince breathes out. “You’re gonna make me cum again… holy fuck.”

Cinaed lets out little moans as his lover’s knot grinds against that sensitive spot inside him, furrowing his brows and squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth drops open. He’s right there, so fucking close. He grinds his hips back on his lover’s cock just enough to get more friction, until his body starts fluttering and his cock twitches again with release.

“Gunnar, I’m cumming… Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the prince whimpers, letting out a little cry when Gunnar’s teeth sink into his neck. He can feel the Northman’s orgasm join with his own, the wet release coating his insides. What’s so strange is that he feels like he could shift, but he holds it back — his body trembling so hard with release, with the feeling of Gunnar deep inside him.

“Baby…” the prince purrs softly with panted breaths, not even sure what to ask for, but he needs something. He feels so vulnerable, his body spread open and taken apart… true breeding this time.

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Strong pants leave Gunnar’s mouth as he nuzzles against Cinaed’s neck. His husband’s walls still clenching and spasming around his cock in the afterglow of their shared releases. A little smile curls one side of the warrior’s lips thinking about his knot locking his seed in his mate’s body so not even a drop is wasted. His hips continue to grind against his mate, prolonging the feeling of bliss as they slowly come down from their high.

“Don’t worry, baby…I’ve got you.” Gunnar softly murmurs as his arms tighten even more around his mate’s trembling body. He can feel through their pair bond Cinaed’s urge to shift due to the intensity of their orgasm. Another one of the moon’s magnetic pulls. But Gunnar needs him to hold off for just a little longer. At least until his knot is released. “Not yet, baby…but soon. We’ll take a little run when our bodies are ready…”

Using all of his strength, Gunnar carefully and gently lowers his mate to the furs, being careful not to tug against his knot too much as he shifts them both to their sides with the big warrior laying behind his husband. Gunnar’s hand rests again against Cinaed’s belly, softly caressing in loving strokes.

“You did so good, baby…you took all of it like a good little fox.” Gunnar praises as he wraps himself around Cinaed. Keeping him in the firm protection of his arms. They are vulnerable out here. Exposed and locked together. But somehow Gunnar knows the magic of this place will also keep them safe. Just like when it brought back Cinaed’s life after his injury.

“I love you, so damn much. My husband…my gorgeous husband.” Gunnar trails kisses along Cinaed’s neck before claiming his lips in a deep, passionate, kiss. The warrior grabs one of the furs and pulls it over them.

“Rest, baby, until my knot releases us. We have a long night ahead of us…” Gunnar purrs as a little smirk curls his lips thinking about all the time they will be spending tangled up together. He honestly doubts his cock will fully soften at all tonight. Especially with his mate’s delicious scent teasing his senses, all night long.

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“Alright,” Cinaed says softly and nods, still reeling and panting to catch his breath. He can hold off the shift, of course… but with a lot of strength. As Gunnar carefully moves them to lay on their side, the prince feels a little better. Like his lover can be their strength after something so overwhelming. It was different than their usually lovemaking…very, very intense. Not painful, but very strong physically. Perhaps due to the pull of the moon.

Cinaed hums softly when Gunnar spoons around him and caresses his belly, settling into the comfort of their joining as the intensity settles. Gods, he feels so much better already. It will just take a little bit of time.

“We’re safe here,” the prince purrs, as if he could feel Gunnar’s thoughts. “Nothing can harm us here. It’s safe. I wouldn’t have nested here if it wasn’t.”

Cinaed turns his head to look up at Gunnar with a beaming smile before his mate captures him in a fervent kiss, returning it with all the passion he’s ever held for him. Husband. Such a beautiful title.

“Yes…” the prince snickers, putting his hand over the Northman’s on his belly. “We can’t leave from here until the morning, Gunnar. Or at least not stray far. I feel like it’s my purpose. Our purpose… to do this. I feel it in my bones.”

Reaching up for another sensual kiss, the prince adjusts just a little so he can gaze into Gunnar’s eyes, his amber gaze sparkling in the moonlight. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

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“Then we will stay until dawn…we will fulfill our purpose.” Gunnar purrs, reassuring his mate that they won’t leave the sanctuary of the meadow until the moon has disappeared from the sky. He can feel the same magical pull in this place. This is where their blessings will be conceived.

“…but we can still go for a little run in the meadow. Let our animals play and romp. We just won’t wander far from the nest. It will help calm the urge to shift when we mate…” the warrior softly explains, knowing this is Cinaed’s first full moon since his change. The moon’s pull towards their baser instincts is strong, especially when it reaches its apex. It almost demands they shift and if they ignore the pull for too long, it might decide for them.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby. You and our pups.” Gunnar says lovingly as he reaches for one of the water skins. “Here…drink.” He uncorks the top, holding it out for his mate. “Your heat can take a lot out of you, especially tonight. We need to drink plenty of water…and if you get hungry, just let me know. I will provide for all of your needs.” Gunnar solemnly swears as he tenderly brushes a curl behind Cinaed’s ear.

After Cinaed takes a sip of water, Gunnar does the same before corking the skin and placing it aside. The warrior cuddles into his mate, burying his nose in Cinaed’s neck as his knot continues to pulse deep inside him. Gods, he feels like he’s floating on a cloud. Married to the love of his life, his cock buried deep inside his mate, their bodies both trying to create something magical.

“I love the nest you prepared for us…” Gunnar praises his husband. “It’s so cozy and it smells like us. You are going to be such a wonderful faðir to our pups…I can’t wait to see your eyes light up when you hold our pup for the first time. The wonder that comes from creating something so beautiful. Fox or wolf, they will be so loved.” Gunnar places another tender kiss on Cinaed’s lips, addicted to their softness against his.

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Cinaed takes the water skin and takes a long drink of it before handing it back to his mate. Gunnar is right— it’s already taking a lot out of him. Days of his body changing all to hit an enormous peak during his first full moon.

“Yes, lover. I’ll speak my needs…”

Closing his eyes for a moment as Gunnar nuzzles into him, the prince takes a long, calming breath as the purrs vibrate from his chest again. His pants have lessened and his body has exactly what it’s wanted… he feels so good.

“You sound so sure…” the prince smiles into their kiss. “How can you be so sure of this blessing?”

Cinaed doesn’t even know why he asks. There’s every reason to be sure. He can feel it happening. They’ll make a pup together this night.

“I’m glad you like it!” Cinaed rings out softly. “But no one else is allowed here. No one. Or I’ll kill them.” The prince says. It sounds dramatic, but his heat is making him a little intense.

“Look…” Cinaed says, stretching his arm to grab a few sparkly crystals he found for the nest to show them to Gunnar. They’re laying on one of the Northman’s fur shawls from their cottage.

“Isn’t that pretty? Look, I found this too.”

An amber colored bottle that shines.

“And this… but that’s yours.” He shows Gunnar one of his armbands that is extra shiny.

“Oops, I guess these are yours too.” Cinaed says, showing him a pair of gloves.

“Oh! And I’m digging a den. It’s under those furs…”

Cinaed’s awfully talkative little spell ceases as he catches a scent of Gunnar, still behind him and wrapped around him. Locked together. He nuzzles his nose into the Northman’s cheek and purrs louder, until the Northman gives him another kiss.

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“How could I not be sure…” Gunnar lovingly smiles at his mate. Alright, sure, he’s not a seer and he can’t predict the future, but this he can feel. This place has already blessed them in the past, and he’s sure deep in his gut that it will again. “Revna said it. Your body is changing to give us this greatest gift. I have to believe between my Gods, and your old fae magic that it is possible.”

A soft chuckle rumbles from Gunnar’s chest at his mate’s threat about the nest. He believes him, that he would kill anyone else that dares to enter. The warrior trails kisses along his mate’s shoulder and neck. 

“Just you and I. No one else…” Gunnar confirms, his alpha rising in his chest in agreement. If anyone dares to intrude on their special place, Gunnar won’t hesitate to rip their throat out to protect his mate and ensure his comfort.

An amused look comes to Gunnar’s eyes as Cinaed shows in the crystals he found, that just so happened to be laying on his fur shawl. As Gunnar looks closer at the nest, he notices some of the other shiny objects his love has been collecting, not to mention some of his tunics. This side of his mate’s heat warms his heart. Seeing Cinaed keep close items that remind him of his mate, that offer him comfort.

“Very pretty, baby…” Gunnar purrs as he kisses Cinaed’s cheek as his mate shows him all the objects he’s been pilfering. Reaching behind him, Gunnar grabs his trousers. He pulls out a shiny purple crystal he found during his walk with Ragnar and Alfred to the ceremony. It’s funny how before Cinaed’s change, he would have just stepped over the crystal and kept walking, but now, anytime something shiny catches his eye he thinks of his love and how much happiness it will bring him.

“Here…you can add this one to your collection too.” The warrior places the amethyst crystal in his mate’s hand. Seeing Cinaed’s eyes light up brings a happy chuckle from Gunnar. “You are so precious…” he lovingly murmurs.

Hearing Cinaed’s purrs get louder brings a warm fuzzy feeling to the Northman’s heart as he tilts his chin to give him another deep, soulful kiss. His hips rock softly against his lover, testing the hold of his knot. It still has a little ways to go to release them, but the warrior is in no rush. He loves the feeling of his mate wrapped around him, his walls still softly milking him.

“Gods, you feel so good, baby…” Gunnar purrs. 

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Cinaed gasps when Gunnar shows and hands him the little amethyst crystal. Gods, this man amazes him every second of the day.

“You found this?!” The prince beams, setting it down near them and nuzzling into his lover again, his purrs rumbling from his chest as he kisses him over and over. As soon as Gunnar rolls his hips, Cinaed finds himself enraptured by him again, his body quickly honing his attention to his mate. The nest is so comfortable, and it’s very nice to be covered in furs while they’re locked together.

“Mm,” the prince hums, rolling back as Gunnar rocks forward. Perhaps before they run and satiate themselves with a meal, the Northman could ensure this first attempt is strong and successful.

“Can you give me more?” Cinaed purrs. “I want to roll my hips on you… grind on your cock while I lay my back against your chest. Feel it deep inside me,” the prince says.

“Would you do that for me?”

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“Yes, I found it, and my first thought was you…” Gunnar smiles as Cinaed takes the crystal, placing it near them on the furs. Warmth blooms in his chest when his mate nuzzles back into him again, peppering him with kisses.

“Fuck, baby…” the warrior breathes out as his mate rolls his hips back to meet him. His cock is still rock hard, and feeling that slight shift of the grinding send a fresh wave of pleasure through him.

A smile curls his lips when Cinaed asks for more, wanting to draw another peak out of his alpha to ensure a successful breeding. Gods, he doesn’t think he has ever been more turned on. Arousal humming through his body.

“I’ll give you anything you desire, my little fox.” The warrior husks in his mate’s ear. “I would do anything for you.”

Wrapping his arms firmly around Cinaed, Gunnar rolls them until his mate’s back is laying against his chest. He plants his feet on the furs to give him leverage while Cinaed’s legs rest on either side of him. A sharp moan escapes his mouth as his husband grinds against his cock. Keeping his hand on Cinaed’s belly Gunnar rocks his hips to meet his mate’s grinding motions. The pressure on the head of his cock sending a ripple of pleasure to his core.

“You want to milk me of all of my seed…don’t you, baby.” The Northman husks in a sultry voice. “Fill your belly with all my cum.”

Reaching down, Gunnar takes his husband’s cock in his hand, the tip leaking a steady stream of precum. He strokes Cinaed softly, almost leisurely, as the heat builds between them.

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“I would do anything for you.”

Cinaed grins and lets out a little shriek when Gunnar quickly wraps his arms around him and rolls them so that the prince lays on his chest. Sinking further down on his mate’s cock instantly hits him at the perfect angle.

Holy fuck.

“So tender of you, baby…” The prince says in a sultry purr, huffing as Gunnar uses some of his leverage to thrust up into him. Cinaed rolls his hips and grinds down on his cock, biting his lip when it makes his husband moan. Gods, he loves that fucking sound.

“Oh, yes… god that’s perfect. Don’t stop.” The prince whimpers. The Northman’s teasing words are so true.

“I still feel it. I want more…” Cinaed rasps out. “Give me more, Gunnar. Give it to me.”

Moving his hips a bit harder, the prince huffs a breath and arches completely back against Gunnar, his head falling over the Northman’s shoulder as his husband teasingly strokes his cock. It’s so warm with Cinaed’s back against him, and the perfect angle to get fucked.

“Ohhh fuck. You’re so hard baby…”

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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Feeling Cinaed’s skin beneath his fingertips as their clothes are quickly shed, soothes the pacing of Gunnar’s wolf. The signs of his rut in full force now that the moon is drawing closer to it’s apex. His skin is getting feverish, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and the heaviness of his cock needing to fulfill the urge to breed his mate. A low growl rumbles from his chest as Cinaed trails his lips and tongue down his abs to the V that leads directly to his cock. The softness of Cinaed’s lips and the wet trail of his tongue sending a shiver through the Northman’s body. He braces himself against the tree as his lover spits on his cock, his head rolling back as Cinaed wraps his tantalizing lips around him.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior purrs as his hand laces into his husband’s curls, loving the silky softness of them between his fingers.

As Cinaed bobs up and down on his length, Gunnar’s breaths pick up. The tingling in his core getting stronger as his mate works his magic with his lips and his tongue. Driving him insane with pleasure. Gunnar can feel his cock throbbing against Cinaed’s tongue, getting harder still from his motions.

“Gods, you’re so good to me, baby…” Gunnar praises as his fingers lightly tug his mate’s hair. His hips gently rocking into the motions.

Gunnar briefly closes his eyes, breathing deep of his husband’s delicious scent. The sweetness making his mouth water as he imagines tasting his wetness that is no doubt coating his opening and running down the inside of his thighs. Even though there is a basket of treats for them to enjoy during the night, Gunnar swears he could feast on his lover and it will satisfy any hunger he might have.

Letting out a deep moan, Gunnar lets Cinaed get him close. To the point of his knot starting to tingle around the base of his cock, before he gives his husband a little tug of his hair to release him. He wants the first time he cums to be deep inside his lover, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed in the hopes of getting his mate pregnant. Helping Cinaed to rise, Gunnar claims his lips in a ravaging kiss, a hum playing in his throat.

“I want you to present yourself for your Alpha, my little fox, for our first time as husbands.” Gunnar husks as his lips trail down to his mate’s mark. “I’m going to mark you. Claim you. And fill you so full of my seed, that your vessel will have no choice but to grant us a pup.”

“It will be the first of many times tonight…” the Northman purrs. “…in every position under the moon.”

Gunnar helps his mate down to the furs, helping him get into position on all fours. His finger running tantalizing down the cleft of his arse and over his dripping wet rim. “….but first, I have to taste you.” The warrior purrs in a deep tone.

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As his husband pulls him back by his hair and forces him to release his cock, Cinaed trails wet lips against the side and the head as his amber eyes look up to give Gunnar a sultry gaze. Fuck, he is so wet… and he can feel his cock dripping already. As the Northman helps him to his feet, the kiss he takes him in makes the Prince’s knees weak, even more so when his lover’s lips trail over his bite. It rises goosebumps over his bare body, and he instantly wants to beg for it, heat rising in his blood and every instinct telling him to mate.

“Claim me…Leave your mark and fuck me deep. Give me what I need, Gunnar…” the prince purrs, a moan falling from his lips as Gunnar sucks on his mark. Gods, he wants it so hard. Cinaed quickly obeys and lets Gunnar move him to his hands and knees, arching his hips up to present himself as his husband’s fingers trace over his wet rim.

“Ohhh fuck.” the prince says quietly and shudders. He arches his hips up further and grips the furs beneath him as his pants and purrs grow much stronger. Cinaed moans instantly when he feels Gunnar’s strong grip spread him apart, the trail of his tongue against him going straight to his core.

“Oh my god, please.” Cinaed begs. “Gunnar, I…”

The prince moans again, the sound laced with a little animalistic whine blended into it. He starts reeling instantly, his chest and cheeks flushing, his body feeling like it’s so ready to accept.

“Fuck, it’s so strong…”

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A little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips hearing his husband beg as his tongue trails over his rim. Teasing him with tantalizing licks and sweet kisses. Gods, the slick leaking out of him tastes like the sweetest honey, delectable and indulgent. Gunnar just can’t get enough. It’s even sweeter with his heat, probably to drive his mate insane with lust, and it’s working. Gunnar drives his tongue inside of Cinaed, seeking his wetness from the source.

“Fuck, baby…you taste so good.” Gunnar purrs, his lips vibrating against his lover’s ring of muscle as he hums while he devours him.

One of his fingers slip inside Cinaed’s tight wet heat, and fuck if he isn’t even wetter. His body already prepared and eager to welcome Gunnar’s cock. To start the breeding they will be engaging in for most of the night. He curls his finger just right to brush over the bundle of nerves inside his mate. The resulting moans and pants going straight to his cock as it twitches between his legs. A stream of precum leaking from it’s tip.

Cinaed’s walls flutter around his finger, while Gunnar slides another one inside. He scissors the two fingers, opening his love up to take his cock. Ensuring there will be no discomfort later with the multiple rounds he has planned for his mate. Gunnar intends to be buried inside his mate for most of the night, with only short breaks for food and drink and perhaps little cat naps.

Not able to take waiting any longer, Gunnar gently withdraws his fingers, giving one last lick against his mate’s rim. Taking his throbbing cock in his hand, he guides himself to Cinaed’s opening. Pushing forward, he breaches his mate’s rim until his cockhead is resting just inside the tight ring of muscle. Gunnar watches as his mate’s arse swallows every inch of his length. The tightness causing a low growl to rumble from Gunnar’s chest.

“Gods, you take me so good, my little fox…” Gunnar praises as his hands lovingly caress his mate’s bottom. “Your body is so eager to take what I’m offering. It wants me to fill you with my seed, I can feel it.”

When Gunnar slides home, burying himself to the hilt, he lets out a shuddering breath. It feels different tonight. Like Cinaed’s body is somehow opening itself up to take the Northman as deep as possible. Gunnar nudges Cinaed’s legs wider as his hands grip his hips, pushing him forward and dragging him back against his cock.

“You feel so good, baby…just like this…” Gunnar moans as his head tips back while he rolls his hips back and forth. “Such a good boy for me…such a good fox…”

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Cinaed’s eyes roll back and his mouth drops open as Gunnar practically fucks him with his tongue, lapping up his wetness and only creating more. The heat had been so frustrating thus far, and fucking is practically the only thing that relieves it. Gunnar is so good at it that it helps instantly.

The prince lets out helpless little moans as Gunnar scissors his fingers inside him, and he notices his body feels so different. Not completely, just in a way of accepting his mate, of accommodating him so that he can have his ultimate way. This is exactly what Cinaed has been waiting for, and as Gunnar enters him with his cock, the prince trembles. The sensation is so much stronger, and his body forces him completely still until Gunnar bottoms out, his large hands holding the prince’s hips to slide him back on his cock.

The prince’s eyes roll back again as Gunnar laces a hand through his curls once more, the little tug enough to have him completely submitting for his mate. Feeling a trembling in his lower belly, the prince huffs and feels a wave coming that is so intense he can’t even prepare for it, but he can utter his lover’s name.

“Gunnar,” Cinaed moans and instantly cums untouched in a startling spasm, his body squeezing Gunnar’s cock tight as it moves in and out of him.

“Fuck! Oh my god…” Cinaed rasps out as he rides the aftershocks. He’d never came like that, so fast and so strong against the Northman’s cock. Gunnar had given him some insane orgasms, but that one was fucking madness. It’s like his body is trying to milk his husband’s cock.

“More…” the prince whines in heated pants.

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Lacing a hand through his lover’s curls again, Gunnar gives them a little tug as his hips rock against his husband. Fuck, just that word sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His husband, his mate. And soon to be the faðir of his pup, if the Gods and the powers of the moon are gracious with their blessings.

When Cinaed utters his name, and cums untouched, a little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips. It gives him a sense of pride to have his mate falling apart on his cock so quickly and easily and yet begging for more in the same breath. He slows down a little, keeping his thrusts leisurely as his mate rides the aftershocks of his release. His walls gripping Gunnar’s cock so tight like they are trying to milk the seed from his body.

“I’ve got you, baby…I’m not going to stop.” Gunnar reassures his love. They are not done, not by a long shot.

When the spasms in Cinaed’s body let up a little, and his breaths pick up, Gunnar resumes his deep thrusts. Going harder with each pass. Gods, his mate is dripping wet for him, coating his cock and making each thrust glide into him so easily. Like he was made for me…for this.

Wrapping his arms around Cinaed, he lifts his mate until his his flush against his chest. One large hand resting against his lower belly and the other one guides his lips to his. He claims him in a fervent kiss, his own panting breaths mingling with his lover’s.

“That’s it baby…you’re taking me so good…I can practically feel my cock right here…” Gunnar’s hand caresses Cinaed’s lower belly. “…eager to fill your vessel with my seed. To breed you and make a pup or kit from our blood.”

Gunnar’s lips trail to Cinaed’s mark, kissing and licking the silvery scar. He will bite him when his knot locks them together, claiming him again and again as he pumps him full of his seed. Gods, it feels so amazing. 

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“I’m sorry, I-I…” don’t know what is happening with my body right now…

Gods, the prince is reeling, and when Gunnar brings him up against his chest it’s the exact grounding he needs. Cinaed melts into Gunnar’s kiss with panted breaths, and his lover has complete control of him as his hips so naturally move back against the Northman’s cock.

“Please,” the prince whimpers as Gunnar caresses his lower belly. Fuck, he wants it so bad. The instinct is so strong. Cinaed lets out a little breathy sigh as his husband’s lips trail over the bite on his neck, arching his head back against him and closing his eyes. Completely surrendering.

“Oh my god, it feels so good.” The prince purrs, taking an arm up behind him to wrap around Gunnar’s neck as he nuzzles his cheek with his nose. He has that instinct again to scent him, despite being completely drenched in each other.

“I love you. I need you…” Cinaed purrs. “Make it happen for me. Give me everything.”

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“I’ll give you everything your heart desires, my little fox…everything.” Gunnar softly murmurs as Cinaed nuzzles into his cheek.

Gods, it feels so good, the Northman feels like he could go for hours just like this. The steady glide back and forth of his cock. His mate’s wetness coating him making each thrust into his tight heat effortless. The moon haze comes over him producing a euphoric buzz just below his skin. Goosebumps prickle his skin as if the Gods are watching their offering of love and passion.

“You are so perfect, baby…so gorgeous like this. Bare in the moonlight with your skin shimmering. Can you feel the magic surrounding us? I can…” Gunnar runs his lips over Cinaed’s jaw, his hands worshiping every hard plane of his mate’s muscles and the softness of his belly waiting to be filled. A heady feeling comes over the warrior as their mingling scents join together making the most aphrodisiac scent.

The tingling at the base of his cock vibrates straight to Gunnar’s core. He can feel the flesh start to engorge as he continues his deep thrusts into his mate. Back and forth, harder with each pass until his knot starts to catch on his lover’s rim.

“It’s coming, baby…” Gunnar softly growls when it gets too tight to pull out. “Gods, baby…you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Gunnar shifts to grinding motions as he holds Cinaed tight against his chest. His love’s firm arse rubbing against his groin and giving him the most delicious pulsing in his core. His cock is buried so deep, ready to fill his mate’s waiting vessel while his knot keeps them locked in place.

“Fuck, Cinaed…I love you, baby. So good for me…Gods, yes…” Gunnar moans as he feels his stones draw up, signaling his impending release. Just as the first spurt of cum enters his husband, Gunnar clamps down with his teeth on Cinaed’s mating mark. Combining intense pleasure with the sharp but brief pain of his bite. His wolf howls at the moon while his cock empties its release deep inside his lover.

“My little fox, my mate, my husband…” Gunnar says with a reverence in his voice as he holds Cinaed’s trembling body firmly against his. His bite softening to licks and kisses.

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“I can feel it,” Cinaed rasps out, hissing when his lover’s knot starts to catch on him. His body greedily squeezes around him, and fuck it’s so intense. They’re fucking so primal and raw, and it’s building a strong sensation inside Cinaed’s body again.

“Jesus Christ,” the prince breathes out. “You’re gonna make me cum again… holy fuck.”

Cinaed lets out little moans as his lover’s knot grinds against that sensitive spot inside him, furrowing his brows and squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth drops open. He’s right there, so fucking close. He grinds his hips back on his lover’s cock just enough to get more friction, until his body starts fluttering and his cock twitches again with release.

“Gunnar, I’m cumming… Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the prince whimpers, letting out a little cry when Gunnar’s teeth sink into his neck. He can feel the Northman’s orgasm join with his own, the wet release coating his insides. What’s so strange is that he feels like he could shift, but he holds it back — his body trembling so hard with release, with the feeling of Gunnar deep inside him.

“Baby…” the prince purrs softly with panted breaths, not even sure what to ask for, but he needs something. He feels so vulnerable, his body spread open and taken apart… true breeding this time.

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Strong pants leave Gunnar’s mouth as he nuzzles against Cinaed’s neck. His husband’s walls still clenching and spasming around his cock in the afterglow of their shared releases. A little smile curls one side of the warrior’s lips thinking about his knot locking his seed in his mate’s body so not even a drop is wasted. His hips continue to grind against his mate, prolonging the feeling of bliss as they slowly come down from their high.

“Don’t worry, baby…I’ve got you.” Gunnar softly murmurs as his arms tighten even more around his mate’s trembling body. He can feel through their pair bond Cinaed’s urge to shift due to the intensity of their orgasm. Another one of the moon’s magnetic pulls. But Gunnar needs him to hold off for just a little longer. At least until his knot is released. “Not yet, baby…but soon. We’ll take a little run when our bodies are ready…”

Using all of his strength, Gunnar carefully and gently lowers his mate to the furs, being careful not to tug against his knot too much as he shifts them both to their sides with the big warrior laying behind his husband. Gunnar’s hand rests again against Cinaed’s belly, softly caressing in loving strokes.

“You did so good, baby…you took all of it like a good little fox.” Gunnar praises as he wraps himself around Cinaed. Keeping him in the firm protection of his arms. They are vulnerable out here. Exposed and locked together. But somehow Gunnar knows the magic of this place will also keep them safe. Just like when it brought back Cinaed’s life after his injury.

“I love you, so damn much. My husband…my gorgeous husband.” Gunnar trails kisses along Cinaed’s neck before claiming his lips in a deep, passionate, kiss. The warrior grabs one of the furs and pulls it over them.

“Rest, baby, until my knot releases us. We have a long night ahead of us…” Gunnar purrs as a little smirk curls his lips thinking about all the time they will be spending tangled up together. He honestly doubts his cock will fully soften at all tonight. Especially with his mate’s delicious scent teasing his senses, all night long.

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“Alright,” Cinaed says softly and nods, still reeling and panting to catch his breath. He can hold off the shift, of course… but with a lot of strength. As Gunnar carefully moves them to lay on their side, the prince feels a little better. Like his lover can be their strength after something so overwhelming. It was different than their usually lovemaking…very, very intense. Not painful, but very strong physically. Perhaps due to the pull of the moon.

Cinaed hums softly when Gunnar spoons around him and caresses his belly, settling into the comfort of their joining as the intensity settles. Gods, he feels so much better already. It will just take a little bit of time.

“We’re safe here,” the prince purrs, as if he could feel Gunnar’s thoughts. “Nothing can harm us here. It’s safe. I wouldn’t have nested here if it wasn’t.”

Cinaed turns his head to look up at Gunnar with a beaming smile before his mate captures him in a fervent kiss, returning it with all the passion he’s ever held for him. Husband. Such a beautiful title.

“Yes…” the prince snickers, putting his hand over the Northman’s on his belly. “We can’t leave from here until the morning, Gunnar. Or at least not stray far. I feel like it’s my purpose. Our purpose… to do this. I feel it in my bones.”

Reaching up for another sensual kiss, the prince adjusts just a little so he can gaze into Gunnar’s eyes, his amber gaze sparkling in the moonlight. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

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“Then we will stay until dawn…we will fulfill our purpose.” Gunnar purrs, reassuring his mate that they won’t leave the sanctuary of the meadow until the moon has disappeared from the sky. He can feel the same magical pull in this place. This is where their blessings will be conceived.

“…but we can still go for a little run in the meadow. Let our animals play and romp. We just won’t wander far from the nest. It will help calm the urge to shift when we mate…” the warrior softly explains, knowing this is Cinaed’s first full moon since his change. The moon’s pull towards their baser instincts is strong, especially when it reaches its apex. It almost demands they shift and if they ignore the pull for too long, it might decide for them.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby. You and our pups.” Gunnar says lovingly as he reaches for one of the water skins. “Here…drink.” He uncorks the top, holding it out for his mate. “Your heat can take a lot out of you, especially tonight. We need to drink plenty of water…and if you get hungry, just let me know. I will provide for all of your needs.” Gunnar solemnly swears as he tenderly brushes a curl behind Cinaed’s ear.

After Cinaed takes a sip of water, Gunnar does the same before corking the skin and placing it aside. The warrior cuddles into his mate, burying his nose in Cinaed’s neck as his knot continues to pulse deep inside him. Gods, he feels like he’s floating on a cloud. Married to the love of his life, his cock buried deep inside his mate, their bodies both trying to create something magical.

“I love the nest you prepared for us…” Gunnar praises his husband. “It’s so cozy and it smells like us. You are going to be such a wonderful faðir to our pups…I can’t wait to see your eyes light up when you hold our pup for the first time. The wonder that comes from creating something so beautiful. Fox or wolf, they will be so loved.” Gunnar places another tender kiss on Cinaed’s lips, addicted to their softness against his.

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Cinaed takes the water skin and takes a long drink of it before handing it back to his mate. Gunnar is right— it’s already taking a lot out of him. Days of his body changing all to hit an enormous peak during his first full moon.

“Yes, lover. I’ll speak my needs…”

Closing his eyes for a moment as Gunnar nuzzles into him, the prince takes a long, calming breath as the purrs vibrate from his chest again. His pants have lessened and his body has exactly what it’s wanted… he feels so good.

“You sound so sure…” the prince smiles into their kiss. “How can you be so sure of this blessing?”

Cinaed doesn’t even know why he asks. There’s every reason to be sure. He can feel it happening. They’ll make a pup together this night.

“I’m glad you like it!” Cinaed rings out softly. “But no one else is allowed here. No one. Or I’ll kill them.” The prince says. It sounds dramatic, but his heat is making him a little intense.

“Look…” Cinaed says, stretching his arm to grab a few sparkly crystals he found for the nest to show them to Gunnar. They’re laying on one of the Northman’s fur shawls from their cottage.

“Isn’t that pretty? Look, I found this too.”

An amber colored bottle that shines.

“And this… but that’s yours.” He shows Gunnar one of his armbands that is extra shiny.

“Oops, I guess these are yours too.” Cinaed says, showing him a pair of gloves.

“Oh! And I’m digging a den. It’s under those furs…”

Cinaed’s awfully talkative little spell ceases as he catches a scent of Gunnar, still behind him and wrapped around him. Locked together. He nuzzles his nose into the Northman’s cheek and purrs louder, until the Northman gives him another kiss.

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“How could I not be sure…” Gunnar lovingly smiles at his mate. Alright, sure, he’s not a seer and he can’t predict the future, but this he can feel. This place has already blessed them in the past, and he’s sure deep in his gut that it will again. “Revna said it. Your body is changing to give us this greatest gift. I have to believe between my Gods, and your old fae magic that it is possible.”

A soft chuckle rumbles from Gunnar’s chest at his mate’s threat about the nest. He believes him, that he would kill anyone else that dares to enter. The warrior trails kisses along his mate’s shoulder and neck. 

“Just you and I. No one else…” Gunnar confirms, his alpha rising in his chest in agreement. If anyone dares to intrude on their special place, Gunnar won’t hesitate to rip their throat out to protect his mate and ensure his comfort.

An amused look comes to Gunnar’s eyes as Cinaed shows in the crystals he found, that just so happened to be laying on his fur shawl. As Gunnar looks closer at the nest, he notices some of the other shiny objects his love has been collecting, not to mention some of his tunics. This side of his mate’s heat warms his heart. Seeing Cinaed keep close items that remind him of his mate, that offer him comfort.

“Very pretty, baby…” Gunnar purrs as he kisses Cinaed’s cheek as his mate shows him all the objects he’s been pilfering. Reaching behind him, Gunnar grabs his trousers. He pulls out a shiny purple crystal he found during his walk with Ragnar and Alfred to the ceremony. It’s funny how before Cinaed’s change, he would have just stepped over the crystal and kept walking, but now, anytime something shiny catches his eye he thinks of his love and how much happiness it will bring him.

“Here…you can add this one to your collection too.” The warrior places the amethyst crystal in his mate’s hand. Seeing Cinaed’s eyes light up brings a happy chuckle from Gunnar. “You are so precious…” he lovingly murmurs.

Hearing Cinaed’s purrs get louder brings a warm fuzzy feeling to the Northman’s heart as he tilts his chin to give him another deep, soulful kiss. His hips rock softly against his lover, testing the hold of his knot. It still has a little ways to go to release them, but the warrior is in no rush. He loves the feeling of his mate wrapped around him, his walls still softly milking him.

“Gods, you feel so good, baby…” Gunnar purrs. 

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Cinaed gasps when Gunnar shows and hands him the little amethyst crystal. Gods, this man amazes him every second of the day.

“You found this?!” The prince beams, setting it down near them and nuzzling into his lover again, his purrs rumbling from his chest as he kisses him over and over. As soon as Gunnar rolls his hips, Cinaed finds himself enraptured by him again, his body quickly honing his attention to his mate. The nest is so comfortable, and it’s very nice to be covered in furs while they’re locked together.

“Mm,” the prince hums, rolling back as Gunnar rocks forward. Perhaps before they run and satiate themselves with a meal, the Northman could ensure this first attempt is strong and successful.

“Can you give me more?” Cinaed purrs. “I want to roll my hips on you… grind on your cock while I lay my back against your chest. Feel it deep inside me,” the prince says.

“Would you do that for me?”

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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Feeling Cinaed’s skin beneath his fingertips as their clothes are quickly shed, soothes the pacing of Gunnar’s wolf. The signs of his rut in full force now that the moon is drawing closer to it’s apex. His skin is getting feverish, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and the heaviness of his cock needing to fulfill the urge to breed his mate. A low growl rumbles from his chest as Cinaed trails his lips and tongue down his abs to the V that leads directly to his cock. The softness of Cinaed’s lips and the wet trail of his tongue sending a shiver through the Northman’s body. He braces himself against the tree as his lover spits on his cock, his head rolling back as Cinaed wraps his tantalizing lips around him.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior purrs as his hand laces into his husband’s curls, loving the silky softness of them between his fingers.

As Cinaed bobs up and down on his length, Gunnar’s breaths pick up. The tingling in his core getting stronger as his mate works his magic with his lips and his tongue. Driving him insane with pleasure. Gunnar can feel his cock throbbing against Cinaed’s tongue, getting harder still from his motions.

“Gods, you’re so good to me, baby…” Gunnar praises as his fingers lightly tug his mate’s hair. His hips gently rocking into the motions.

Gunnar briefly closes his eyes, breathing deep of his husband’s delicious scent. The sweetness making his mouth water as he imagines tasting his wetness that is no doubt coating his opening and running down the inside of his thighs. Even though there is a basket of treats for them to enjoy during the night, Gunnar swears he could feast on his lover and it will satisfy any hunger he might have.

Letting out a deep moan, Gunnar lets Cinaed get him close. To the point of his knot starting to tingle around the base of his cock, before he gives his husband a little tug of his hair to release him. He wants the first time he cums to be deep inside his lover, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed in the hopes of getting his mate pregnant. Helping Cinaed to rise, Gunnar claims his lips in a ravaging kiss, a hum playing in his throat.

“I want you to present yourself for your Alpha, my little fox, for our first time as husbands.” Gunnar husks as his lips trail down to his mate’s mark. “I’m going to mark you. Claim you. And fill you so full of my seed, that your vessel will have no choice but to grant us a pup.”

“It will be the first of many times tonight…” the Northman purrs. “…in every position under the moon.”

Gunnar helps his mate down to the furs, helping him get into position on all fours. His finger running tantalizing down the cleft of his arse and over his dripping wet rim. “….but first, I have to taste you.” The warrior purrs in a deep tone.

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As his husband pulls him back by his hair and forces him to release his cock, Cinaed trails wet lips against the side and the head as his amber eyes look up to give Gunnar a sultry gaze. Fuck, he is so wet… and he can feel his cock dripping already. As the Northman helps him to his feet, the kiss he takes him in makes the Prince’s knees weak, even more so when his lover’s lips trail over his bite. It rises goosebumps over his bare body, and he instantly wants to beg for it, heat rising in his blood and every instinct telling him to mate.

“Claim me…Leave your mark and fuck me deep. Give me what I need, Gunnar…” the prince purrs, a moan falling from his lips as Gunnar sucks on his mark. Gods, he wants it so hard. Cinaed quickly obeys and lets Gunnar move him to his hands and knees, arching his hips up to present himself as his husband’s fingers trace over his wet rim.

“Ohhh fuck.” the prince says quietly and shudders. He arches his hips up further and grips the furs beneath him as his pants and purrs grow much stronger. Cinaed moans instantly when he feels Gunnar’s strong grip spread him apart, the trail of his tongue against him going straight to his core.

“Oh my god, please.” Cinaed begs. “Gunnar, I…”

The prince moans again, the sound laced with a little animalistic whine blended into it. He starts reeling instantly, his chest and cheeks flushing, his body feeling like it’s so ready to accept.

“Fuck, it’s so strong…”

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A little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips hearing his husband beg as his tongue trails over his rim. Teasing him with tantalizing licks and sweet kisses. Gods, the slick leaking out of him tastes like the sweetest honey, delectable and indulgent. Gunnar just can’t get enough. It’s even sweeter with his heat, probably to drive his mate insane with lust, and it’s working. Gunnar drives his tongue inside of Cinaed, seeking his wetness from the source.

“Fuck, baby…you taste so good.” Gunnar purrs, his lips vibrating against his lover’s ring of muscle as he hums while he devours him.

One of his fingers slip inside Cinaed’s tight wet heat, and fuck if he isn’t even wetter. His body already prepared and eager to welcome Gunnar’s cock. To start the breeding they will be engaging in for most of the night. He curls his finger just right to brush over the bundle of nerves inside his mate. The resulting moans and pants going straight to his cock as it twitches between his legs. A stream of precum leaking from it’s tip.

Cinaed’s walls flutter around his finger, while Gunnar slides another one inside. He scissors the two fingers, opening his love up to take his cock. Ensuring there will be no discomfort later with the multiple rounds he has planned for his mate. Gunnar intends to be buried inside his mate for most of the night, with only short breaks for food and drink and perhaps little cat naps.

Not able to take waiting any longer, Gunnar gently withdraws his fingers, giving one last lick against his mate’s rim. Taking his throbbing cock in his hand, he guides himself to Cinaed’s opening. Pushing forward, he breaches his mate’s rim until his cockhead is resting just inside the tight ring of muscle. Gunnar watches as his mate’s arse swallows every inch of his length. The tightness causing a low growl to rumble from Gunnar’s chest.

“Gods, you take me so good, my little fox…” Gunnar praises as his hands lovingly caress his mate’s bottom. “Your body is so eager to take what I’m offering. It wants me to fill you with my seed, I can feel it.”

When Gunnar slides home, burying himself to the hilt, he lets out a shuddering breath. It feels different tonight. Like Cinaed’s body is somehow opening itself up to take the Northman as deep as possible. Gunnar nudges Cinaed’s legs wider as his hands grip his hips, pushing him forward and dragging him back against his cock.

“You feel so good, baby…just like this…” Gunnar moans as his head tips back while he rolls his hips back and forth. “Such a good boy for me…such a good fox…”

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Cinaed’s eyes roll back and his mouth drops open as Gunnar practically fucks him with his tongue, lapping up his wetness and only creating more. The heat had been so frustrating thus far, and fucking is practically the only thing that relieves it. Gunnar is so good at it that it helps instantly.

The prince lets out helpless little moans as Gunnar scissors his fingers inside him, and he notices his body feels so different. Not completely, just in a way of accepting his mate, of accommodating him so that he can have his ultimate way. This is exactly what Cinaed has been waiting for, and as Gunnar enters him with his cock, the prince trembles. The sensation is so much stronger, and his body forces him completely still until Gunnar bottoms out, his large hands holding the prince’s hips to slide him back on his cock.

The prince’s eyes roll back again as Gunnar laces a hand through his curls once more, the little tug enough to have him completely submitting for his mate. Feeling a trembling in his lower belly, the prince huffs and feels a wave coming that is so intense he can’t even prepare for it, but he can utter his lover’s name.

“Gunnar,” Cinaed moans and instantly cums untouched in a startling spasm, his body squeezing Gunnar’s cock tight as it moves in and out of him.

“Fuck! Oh my god…” Cinaed rasps out as he rides the aftershocks. He’d never came like that, so fast and so strong against the Northman’s cock. Gunnar had given him some insane orgasms, but that one was fucking madness. It’s like his body is trying to milk his husband’s cock.

“More…” the prince whines in heated pants.

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Lacing a hand through his lover’s curls again, Gunnar gives them a little tug as his hips rock against his husband. Fuck, just that word sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His husband, his mate. And soon to be the faðir of his pup, if the Gods and the powers of the moon are gracious with their blessings.

When Cinaed utters his name, and cums untouched, a little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips. It gives him a sense of pride to have his mate falling apart on his cock so quickly and easily and yet begging for more in the same breath. He slows down a little, keeping his thrusts leisurely as his mate rides the aftershocks of his release. His walls gripping Gunnar’s cock so tight like they are trying to milk the seed from his body.

“I’ve got you, baby…I’m not going to stop.” Gunnar reassures his love. They are not done, not by a long shot.

When the spasms in Cinaed’s body let up a little, and his breaths pick up, Gunnar resumes his deep thrusts. Going harder with each pass. Gods, his mate is dripping wet for him, coating his cock and making each thrust glide into him so easily. Like he was made for me…for this.

Wrapping his arms around Cinaed, he lifts his mate until his his flush against his chest. One large hand resting against his lower belly and the other one guides his lips to his. He claims him in a fervent kiss, his own panting breaths mingling with his lover’s.

“That’s it baby…you’re taking me so good…I can practically feel my cock right here…” Gunnar’s hand caresses Cinaed’s lower belly. “…eager to fill your vessel with my seed. To breed you and make a pup or kit from our blood.”

Gunnar’s lips trail to Cinaed’s mark, kissing and licking the silvery scar. He will bite him when his knot locks them together, claiming him again and again as he pumps him full of his seed. Gods, it feels so amazing. 

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“I’m sorry, I-I…” don’t know what is happening with my body right now…

Gods, the prince is reeling, and when Gunnar brings him up against his chest it’s the exact grounding he needs. Cinaed melts into Gunnar’s kiss with panted breaths, and his lover has complete control of him as his hips so naturally move back against the Northman’s cock.

“Please,” the prince whimpers as Gunnar caresses his lower belly. Fuck, he wants it so bad. The instinct is so strong. Cinaed lets out a little breathy sigh as his husband’s lips trail over the bite on his neck, arching his head back against him and closing his eyes. Completely surrendering.

“Oh my god, it feels so good.” The prince purrs, taking an arm up behind him to wrap around Gunnar’s neck as he nuzzles his cheek with his nose. He has that instinct again to scent him, despite being completely drenched in each other.

“I love you. I need you…” Cinaed purrs. “Make it happen for me. Give me everything.”

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“I’ll give you everything your heart desires, my little fox…everything.” Gunnar softly murmurs as Cinaed nuzzles into his cheek.

Gods, it feels so good, the Northman feels like he could go for hours just like this. The steady glide back and forth of his cock. His mate’s wetness coating him making each thrust into his tight heat effortless. The moon haze comes over him producing a euphoric buzz just below his skin. Goosebumps prickle his skin as if the Gods are watching their offering of love and passion.

“You are so perfect, baby…so gorgeous like this. Bare in the moonlight with your skin shimmering. Can you feel the magic surrounding us? I can…” Gunnar runs his lips over Cinaed’s jaw, his hands worshiping every hard plane of his mate’s muscles and the softness of his belly waiting to be filled. A heady feeling comes over the warrior as their mingling scents join together making the most aphrodisiac scent.

The tingling at the base of his cock vibrates straight to Gunnar’s core. He can feel the flesh start to engorge as he continues his deep thrusts into his mate. Back and forth, harder with each pass until his knot starts to catch on his lover’s rim.

“It’s coming, baby…” Gunnar softly growls when it gets too tight to pull out. “Gods, baby…you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Gunnar shifts to grinding motions as he holds Cinaed tight against his chest. His love’s firm arse rubbing against his groin and giving him the most delicious pulsing in his core. His cock is buried so deep, ready to fill his mate’s waiting vessel while his knot keeps them locked in place.

“Fuck, Cinaed…I love you, baby. So good for me…Gods, yes…” Gunnar moans as he feels his stones draw up, signaling his impending release. Just as the first spurt of cum enters his husband, Gunnar clamps down with his teeth on Cinaed’s mating mark. Combining intense pleasure with the sharp but brief pain of his bite. His wolf howls at the moon while his cock empties its release deep inside his lover.

“My little fox, my mate, my husband…” Gunnar says with a reverence in his voice as he holds Cinaed’s trembling body firmly against his. His bite softening to licks and kisses.

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“I can feel it,” Cinaed rasps out, hissing when his lover’s knot starts to catch on him. His body greedily squeezes around him, and fuck it’s so intense. They’re fucking so primal and raw, and it’s building a strong sensation inside Cinaed’s body again.

“Jesus Christ,” the prince breathes out. “You’re gonna make me cum again… holy fuck.”

Cinaed lets out little moans as his lover’s knot grinds against that sensitive spot inside him, furrowing his brows and squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth drops open. He’s right there, so fucking close. He grinds his hips back on his lover’s cock just enough to get more friction, until his body starts fluttering and his cock twitches again with release.

“Gunnar, I’m cumming… Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the prince whimpers, letting out a little cry when Gunnar’s teeth sink into his neck. He can feel the Northman’s orgasm join with his own, the wet release coating his insides. What’s so strange is that he feels like he could shift, but he holds it back — his body trembling so hard with release, with the feeling of Gunnar deep inside him.

“Baby…” the prince purrs softly with panted breaths, not even sure what to ask for, but he needs something. He feels so vulnerable, his body spread open and taken apart… true breeding this time.

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Strong pants leave Gunnar’s mouth as he nuzzles against Cinaed’s neck. His husband’s walls still clenching and spasming around his cock in the afterglow of their shared releases. A little smile curls one side of the warrior’s lips thinking about his knot locking his seed in his mate’s body so not even a drop is wasted. His hips continue to grind against his mate, prolonging the feeling of bliss as they slowly come down from their high.

“Don’t worry, baby…I’ve got you.” Gunnar softly murmurs as his arms tighten even more around his mate’s trembling body. He can feel through their pair bond Cinaed’s urge to shift due to the intensity of their orgasm. Another one of the moon’s magnetic pulls. But Gunnar needs him to hold off for just a little longer. At least until his knot is released. “Not yet, baby…but soon. We’ll take a little run when our bodies are ready…”

Using all of his strength, Gunnar carefully and gently lowers his mate to the furs, being careful not to tug against his knot too much as he shifts them both to their sides with the big warrior laying behind his husband. Gunnar’s hand rests again against Cinaed’s belly, softly caressing in loving strokes.

“You did so good, baby…you took all of it like a good little fox.” Gunnar praises as he wraps himself around Cinaed. Keeping him in the firm protection of his arms. They are vulnerable out here. Exposed and locked together. But somehow Gunnar knows the magic of this place will also keep them safe. Just like when it brought back Cinaed’s life after his injury.

“I love you, so damn much. My husband…my gorgeous husband.” Gunnar trails kisses along Cinaed’s neck before claiming his lips in a deep, passionate, kiss. The warrior grabs one of the furs and pulls it over them.

“Rest, baby, until my knot releases us. We have a long night ahead of us…” Gunnar purrs as a little smirk curls his lips thinking about all the time they will be spending tangled up together. He honestly doubts his cock will fully soften at all tonight. Especially with his mate’s delicious scent teasing his senses, all night long.

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“Alright,” Cinaed says softly and nods, still reeling and panting to catch his breath. He can hold off the shift, of course… but with a lot of strength. As Gunnar carefully moves them to lay on their side, the prince feels a little better. Like his lover can be their strength after something so overwhelming. It was different than their usually lovemaking…very, very intense. Not painful, but very strong physically. Perhaps due to the pull of the moon.

Cinaed hums softly when Gunnar spoons around him and caresses his belly, settling into the comfort of their joining as the intensity settles. Gods, he feels so much better already. It will just take a little bit of time.

“We’re safe here,” the prince purrs, as if he could feel Gunnar’s thoughts. “Nothing can harm us here. It’s safe. I wouldn’t have nested here if it wasn’t.”

Cinaed turns his head to look up at Gunnar with a beaming smile before his mate captures him in a fervent kiss, returning it with all the passion he’s ever held for him. Husband. Such a beautiful title.

“Yes…” the prince snickers, putting his hand over the Northman’s on his belly. “We can’t leave from here until the morning, Gunnar. Or at least not stray far. I feel like it’s my purpose. Our purpose… to do this. I feel it in my bones.”

Reaching up for another sensual kiss, the prince adjusts just a little so he can gaze into Gunnar’s eyes, his amber gaze sparkling in the moonlight. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

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“Then we will stay until dawn…we will fulfill our purpose.” Gunnar purrs, reassuring his mate that they won’t leave the sanctuary of the meadow until the moon has disappeared from the sky. He can feel the same magical pull in this place. This is where their blessings will be conceived.

“…but we can still go for a little run in the meadow. Let our animals play and romp. We just won’t wander far from the nest. It will help calm the urge to shift when we mate…” the warrior softly explains, knowing this is Cinaed’s first full moon since his change. The moon’s pull towards their baser instincts is strong, especially when it reaches its apex. It almost demands they shift and if they ignore the pull for too long, it might decide for them.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby. You and our pups.” Gunnar says lovingly as he reaches for one of the water skins. “Here…drink.” He uncorks the top, holding it out for his mate. “Your heat can take a lot out of you, especially tonight. We need to drink plenty of water…and if you get hungry, just let me know. I will provide for all of your needs.” Gunnar solemnly swears as he tenderly brushes a curl behind Cinaed’s ear.

After Cinaed takes a sip of water, Gunnar does the same before corking the skin and placing it aside. The warrior cuddles into his mate, burying his nose in Cinaed’s neck as his knot continues to pulse deep inside him. Gods, he feels like he’s floating on a cloud. Married to the love of his life, his cock buried deep inside his mate, their bodies both trying to create something magical.

“I love the nest you prepared for us…” Gunnar praises his husband. “It’s so cozy and it smells like us. You are going to be such a wonderful faðir to our pups…I can’t wait to see your eyes light up when you hold our pup for the first time. The wonder that comes from creating something so beautiful. Fox or wolf, they will be so loved.” Gunnar places another tender kiss on Cinaed’s lips, addicted to their softness against his.

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Cinaed takes the water skin and takes a long drink of it before handing it back to his mate. Gunnar is right— it’s already taking a lot out of him. Days of his body changing all to hit an enormous peak during his first full moon.

“Yes, lover. I’ll speak my needs…”

Closing his eyes for a moment as Gunnar nuzzles into him, the prince takes a long, calming breath as the purrs vibrate from his chest again. His pants have lessened and his body has exactly what it’s wanted… he feels so good.

“You sound so sure…” the prince smiles into their kiss. “How can you be so sure of this blessing?”

Cinaed doesn’t even know why he asks. There’s every reason to be sure. He can feel it happening. They’ll make a pup together this night.

“I’m glad you like it!” Cinaed rings out softly. “But no one else is allowed here. No one. Or I’ll kill them.” The prince says. It sounds dramatic, but his heat is making him a little intense.

“Look…” Cinaed says, stretching his arm to grab a few sparkly crystals he found for the nest to show them to Gunnar. They’re laying on one of the Northman’s fur shawls from their cottage.

“Isn’t that pretty? Look, I found this too.”

An amber colored bottle that shines.

“And this… but that’s yours.” He shows Gunnar one of his armbands that is extra shiny.

“Oops, I guess these are yours too.” Cinaed says, showing him a pair of gloves.

“Oh! And I’m digging a den. It’s under those furs…”

Cinaed’s awfully talkative little spell ceases as he catches a scent of Gunnar, still behind him and wrapped around him. Locked together. He nuzzles his nose into the Northman’s cheek and purrs louder, until the Northman gives him another kiss.

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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Feeling Cinaed’s skin beneath his fingertips as their clothes are quickly shed, soothes the pacing of Gunnar’s wolf. The signs of his rut in full force now that the moon is drawing closer to it’s apex. His skin is getting feverish, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and the heaviness of his cock needing to fulfill the urge to breed his mate. A low growl rumbles from his chest as Cinaed trails his lips and tongue down his abs to the V that leads directly to his cock. The softness of Cinaed’s lips and the wet trail of his tongue sending a shiver through the Northman’s body. He braces himself against the tree as his lover spits on his cock, his head rolling back as Cinaed wraps his tantalizing lips around him.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior purrs as his hand laces into his husband’s curls, loving the silky softness of them between his fingers.

As Cinaed bobs up and down on his length, Gunnar’s breaths pick up. The tingling in his core getting stronger as his mate works his magic with his lips and his tongue. Driving him insane with pleasure. Gunnar can feel his cock throbbing against Cinaed’s tongue, getting harder still from his motions.

“Gods, you’re so good to me, baby…” Gunnar praises as his fingers lightly tug his mate’s hair. His hips gently rocking into the motions.

Gunnar briefly closes his eyes, breathing deep of his husband’s delicious scent. The sweetness making his mouth water as he imagines tasting his wetness that is no doubt coating his opening and running down the inside of his thighs. Even though there is a basket of treats for them to enjoy during the night, Gunnar swears he could feast on his lover and it will satisfy any hunger he might have.

Letting out a deep moan, Gunnar lets Cinaed get him close. To the point of his knot starting to tingle around the base of his cock, before he gives his husband a little tug of his hair to release him. He wants the first time he cums to be deep inside his lover, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed in the hopes of getting his mate pregnant. Helping Cinaed to rise, Gunnar claims his lips in a ravaging kiss, a hum playing in his throat.

“I want you to present yourself for your Alpha, my little fox, for our first time as husbands.” Gunnar husks as his lips trail down to his mate’s mark. “I’m going to mark you. Claim you. And fill you so full of my seed, that your vessel will have no choice but to grant us a pup.”

“It will be the first of many times tonight…” the Northman purrs. “…in every position under the moon.”

Gunnar helps his mate down to the furs, helping him get into position on all fours. His finger running tantalizing down the cleft of his arse and over his dripping wet rim. “….but first, I have to taste you.” The warrior purrs in a deep tone.

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As his husband pulls him back by his hair and forces him to release his cock, Cinaed trails wet lips against the side and the head as his amber eyes look up to give Gunnar a sultry gaze. Fuck, he is so wet… and he can feel his cock dripping already. As the Northman helps him to his feet, the kiss he takes him in makes the Prince’s knees weak, even more so when his lover’s lips trail over his bite. It rises goosebumps over his bare body, and he instantly wants to beg for it, heat rising in his blood and every instinct telling him to mate.

“Claim me…Leave your mark and fuck me deep. Give me what I need, Gunnar…” the prince purrs, a moan falling from his lips as Gunnar sucks on his mark. Gods, he wants it so hard. Cinaed quickly obeys and lets Gunnar move him to his hands and knees, arching his hips up to present himself as his husband’s fingers trace over his wet rim.

“Ohhh fuck.” the prince says quietly and shudders. He arches his hips up further and grips the furs beneath him as his pants and purrs grow much stronger. Cinaed moans instantly when he feels Gunnar’s strong grip spread him apart, the trail of his tongue against him going straight to his core.

“Oh my god, please.” Cinaed begs. “Gunnar, I…”

The prince moans again, the sound laced with a little animalistic whine blended into it. He starts reeling instantly, his chest and cheeks flushing, his body feeling like it’s so ready to accept.

“Fuck, it’s so strong…”

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A little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips hearing his husband beg as his tongue trails over his rim. Teasing him with tantalizing licks and sweet kisses. Gods, the slick leaking out of him tastes like the sweetest honey, delectable and indulgent. Gunnar just can’t get enough. It’s even sweeter with his heat, probably to drive his mate insane with lust, and it’s working. Gunnar drives his tongue inside of Cinaed, seeking his wetness from the source.

“Fuck, baby…you taste so good.” Gunnar purrs, his lips vibrating against his lover’s ring of muscle as he hums while he devours him.

One of his fingers slip inside Cinaed’s tight wet heat, and fuck if he isn’t even wetter. His body already prepared and eager to welcome Gunnar’s cock. To start the breeding they will be engaging in for most of the night. He curls his finger just right to brush over the bundle of nerves inside his mate. The resulting moans and pants going straight to his cock as it twitches between his legs. A stream of precum leaking from it’s tip.

Cinaed’s walls flutter around his finger, while Gunnar slides another one inside. He scissors the two fingers, opening his love up to take his cock. Ensuring there will be no discomfort later with the multiple rounds he has planned for his mate. Gunnar intends to be buried inside his mate for most of the night, with only short breaks for food and drink and perhaps little cat naps.

Not able to take waiting any longer, Gunnar gently withdraws his fingers, giving one last lick against his mate’s rim. Taking his throbbing cock in his hand, he guides himself to Cinaed’s opening. Pushing forward, he breaches his mate’s rim until his cockhead is resting just inside the tight ring of muscle. Gunnar watches as his mate’s arse swallows every inch of his length. The tightness causing a low growl to rumble from Gunnar’s chest.

“Gods, you take me so good, my little fox…” Gunnar praises as his hands lovingly caress his mate’s bottom. “Your body is so eager to take what I’m offering. It wants me to fill you with my seed, I can feel it.”

When Gunnar slides home, burying himself to the hilt, he lets out a shuddering breath. It feels different tonight. Like Cinaed’s body is somehow opening itself up to take the Northman as deep as possible. Gunnar nudges Cinaed’s legs wider as his hands grip his hips, pushing him forward and dragging him back against his cock.

“You feel so good, baby…just like this…” Gunnar moans as his head tips back while he rolls his hips back and forth. “Such a good boy for me…such a good fox…”

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Cinaed’s eyes roll back and his mouth drops open as Gunnar practically fucks him with his tongue, lapping up his wetness and only creating more. The heat had been so frustrating thus far, and fucking is practically the only thing that relieves it. Gunnar is so good at it that it helps instantly.

The prince lets out helpless little moans as Gunnar scissors his fingers inside him, and he notices his body feels so different. Not completely, just in a way of accepting his mate, of accommodating him so that he can have his ultimate way. This is exactly what Cinaed has been waiting for, and as Gunnar enters him with his cock, the prince trembles. The sensation is so much stronger, and his body forces him completely still until Gunnar bottoms out, his large hands holding the prince’s hips to slide him back on his cock.

The prince’s eyes roll back again as Gunnar laces a hand through his curls once more, the little tug enough to have him completely submitting for his mate. Feeling a trembling in his lower belly, the prince huffs and feels a wave coming that is so intense he can’t even prepare for it, but he can utter his lover’s name.

“Gunnar,” Cinaed moans and instantly cums untouched in a startling spasm, his body squeezing Gunnar’s cock tight as it moves in and out of him.

“Fuck! Oh my god…” Cinaed rasps out as he rides the aftershocks. He’d never came like that, so fast and so strong against the Northman’s cock. Gunnar had given him some insane orgasms, but that one was fucking madness. It’s like his body is trying to milk his husband’s cock.

“More…” the prince whines in heated pants.

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Lacing a hand through his lover’s curls again, Gunnar gives them a little tug as his hips rock against his husband. Fuck, just that word sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His husband, his mate. And soon to be the faðir of his pup, if the Gods and the powers of the moon are gracious with their blessings.

When Cinaed utters his name, and cums untouched, a little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips. It gives him a sense of pride to have his mate falling apart on his cock so quickly and easily and yet begging for more in the same breath. He slows down a little, keeping his thrusts leisurely as his mate rides the aftershocks of his release. His walls gripping Gunnar’s cock so tight like they are trying to milk the seed from his body.

“I’ve got you, baby…I’m not going to stop.” Gunnar reassures his love. They are not done, not by a long shot.

When the spasms in Cinaed’s body let up a little, and his breaths pick up, Gunnar resumes his deep thrusts. Going harder with each pass. Gods, his mate is dripping wet for him, coating his cock and making each thrust glide into him so easily. Like he was made for me…for this.

Wrapping his arms around Cinaed, he lifts his mate until his his flush against his chest. One large hand resting against his lower belly and the other one guides his lips to his. He claims him in a fervent kiss, his own panting breaths mingling with his lover’s.

“That’s it baby…you’re taking me so good…I can practically feel my cock right here…” Gunnar’s hand caresses Cinaed’s lower belly. “…eager to fill your vessel with my seed. To breed you and make a pup or kit from our blood.”

Gunnar’s lips trail to Cinaed’s mark, kissing and licking the silvery scar. He will bite him when his knot locks them together, claiming him again and again as he pumps him full of his seed. Gods, it feels so amazing. 

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“I’m sorry, I-I…” don’t know what is happening with my body right now…

Gods, the prince is reeling, and when Gunnar brings him up against his chest it’s the exact grounding he needs. Cinaed melts into Gunnar’s kiss with panted breaths, and his lover has complete control of him as his hips so naturally move back against the Northman’s cock.

“Please,” the prince whimpers as Gunnar caresses his lower belly. Fuck, he wants it so bad. The instinct is so strong. Cinaed lets out a little breathy sigh as his husband’s lips trail over the bite on his neck, arching his head back against him and closing his eyes. Completely surrendering.

“Oh my god, it feels so good.” The prince purrs, taking an arm up behind him to wrap around Gunnar’s neck as he nuzzles his cheek with his nose. He has that instinct again to scent him, despite being completely drenched in each other.

“I love you. I need you…” Cinaed purrs. “Make it happen for me. Give me everything.”

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“I’ll give you everything your heart desires, my little fox…everything.” Gunnar softly murmurs as Cinaed nuzzles into his cheek.

Gods, it feels so good, the Northman feels like he could go for hours just like this. The steady glide back and forth of his cock. His mate’s wetness coating him making each thrust into his tight heat effortless. The moon haze comes over him producing a euphoric buzz just below his skin. Goosebumps prickle his skin as if the Gods are watching their offering of love and passion.

“You are so perfect, baby…so gorgeous like this. Bare in the moonlight with your skin shimmering. Can you feel the magic surrounding us? I can…” Gunnar runs his lips over Cinaed’s jaw, his hands worshiping every hard plane of his mate’s muscles and the softness of his belly waiting to be filled. A heady feeling comes over the warrior as their mingling scents join together making the most aphrodisiac scent.

The tingling at the base of his cock vibrates straight to Gunnar’s core. He can feel the flesh start to engorge as he continues his deep thrusts into his mate. Back and forth, harder with each pass until his knot starts to catch on his lover’s rim.

“It’s coming, baby…” Gunnar softly growls when it gets too tight to pull out. “Gods, baby…you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Gunnar shifts to grinding motions as he holds Cinaed tight against his chest. His love’s firm arse rubbing against his groin and giving him the most delicious pulsing in his core. His cock is buried so deep, ready to fill his mate’s waiting vessel while his knot keeps them locked in place.

“Fuck, Cinaed…I love you, baby. So good for me…Gods, yes…” Gunnar moans as he feels his stones draw up, signaling his impending release. Just as the first spurt of cum enters his husband, Gunnar clamps down with his teeth on Cinaed’s mating mark. Combining intense pleasure with the sharp but brief pain of his bite. His wolf howls at the moon while his cock empties its release deep inside his lover.

“My little fox, my mate, my husband…” Gunnar says with a reverence in his voice as he holds Cinaed’s trembling body firmly against his. His bite softening to licks and kisses.

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“I can feel it,” Cinaed rasps out, hissing when his lover’s knot starts to catch on him. His body greedily squeezes around him, and fuck it’s so intense. They’re fucking so primal and raw, and it’s building a strong sensation inside Cinaed’s body again.

“Jesus Christ,” the prince breathes out. “You’re gonna make me cum again… holy fuck.”

Cinaed lets out little moans as his lover’s knot grinds against that sensitive spot inside him, furrowing his brows and squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth drops open. He’s right there, so fucking close. He grinds his hips back on his lover’s cock just enough to get more friction, until his body starts fluttering and his cock twitches again with release.

“Gunnar, I’m cumming… Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the prince whimpers, letting out a little cry when Gunnar’s teeth sink into his neck. He can feel the Northman’s orgasm join with his own, the wet release coating his insides. What’s so strange is that he feels like he could shift, but he holds it back — his body trembling so hard with release, with the feeling of Gunnar deep inside him.

“Baby…” the prince purrs softly with panted breaths, not even sure what to ask for, but he needs something. He feels so vulnerable, his body spread open and taken apart… true breeding this time.

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Strong pants leave Gunnar’s mouth as he nuzzles against Cinaed’s neck. His husband’s walls still clenching and spasming around his cock in the afterglow of their shared releases. A little smile curls one side of the warrior’s lips thinking about his knot locking his seed in his mate’s body so not even a drop is wasted. His hips continue to grind against his mate, prolonging the feeling of bliss as they slowly come down from their high.

“Don’t worry, baby…I’ve got you.” Gunnar softly murmurs as his arms tighten even more around his mate’s trembling body. He can feel through their pair bond Cinaed’s urge to shift due to the intensity of their orgasm. Another one of the moon’s magnetic pulls. But Gunnar needs him to hold off for just a little longer. At least until his knot is released. “Not yet, baby…but soon. We’ll take a little run when our bodies are ready…”

Using all of his strength, Gunnar carefully and gently lowers his mate to the furs, being careful not to tug against his knot too much as he shifts them both to their sides with the big warrior laying behind his husband. Gunnar’s hand rests again against Cinaed’s belly, softly caressing in loving strokes.

“You did so good, baby…you took all of it like a good little fox.” Gunnar praises as he wraps himself around Cinaed. Keeping him in the firm protection of his arms. They are vulnerable out here. Exposed and locked together. But somehow Gunnar knows the magic of this place will also keep them safe. Just like when it brought back Cinaed’s life after his injury.

“I love you, so damn much. My husband…my gorgeous husband.” Gunnar trails kisses along Cinaed’s neck before claiming his lips in a deep, passionate, kiss. The warrior grabs one of the furs and pulls it over them.

“Rest, baby, until my knot releases us. We have a long night ahead of us…” Gunnar purrs as a little smirk curls his lips thinking about all the time they will be spending tangled up together. He honestly doubts his cock will fully soften at all tonight. Especially with his mate’s delicious scent teasing his senses, all night long.

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“Alright,” Cinaed says softly and nods, still reeling and panting to catch his breath. He can hold off the shift, of course… but with a lot of strength. As Gunnar carefully moves them to lay on their side, the prince feels a little better. Like his lover can be their strength after something so overwhelming. It was different than their usually lovemaking…very, very intense. Not painful, but very strong physically. Perhaps due to the pull of the moon.

Cinaed hums softly when Gunnar spoons around him and caresses his belly, settling into the comfort of their joining as the intensity settles. Gods, he feels so much better already. It will just take a little bit of time.

“We’re safe here,” the prince purrs, as if he could feel Gunnar’s thoughts. “Nothing can harm us here. It’s safe. I wouldn’t have nested here if it wasn’t.”

Cinaed turns his head to look up at Gunnar with a beaming smile before his mate captures him in a fervent kiss, returning it with all the passion he’s ever held for him. Husband. Such a beautiful title.

“Yes…” the prince snickers, putting his hand over the Northman’s on his belly. “We can’t leave from here until the morning, Gunnar. Or at least not stray far. I feel like it’s my purpose. Our purpose… to do this. I feel it in my bones.”

Reaching up for another sensual kiss, the prince adjusts just a little so he can gaze into Gunnar’s eyes, his amber gaze sparkling in the moonlight. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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Feeling Cinaed’s skin beneath his fingertips as their clothes are quickly shed, soothes the pacing of Gunnar’s wolf. The signs of his rut in full force now that the moon is drawing closer to it’s apex. His skin is getting feverish, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and the heaviness of his cock needing to fulfill the urge to breed his mate. A low growl rumbles from his chest as Cinaed trails his lips and tongue down his abs to the V that leads directly to his cock. The softness of Cinaed’s lips and the wet trail of his tongue sending a shiver through the Northman’s body. He braces himself against the tree as his lover spits on his cock, his head rolling back as Cinaed wraps his tantalizing lips around him.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior purrs as his hand laces into his husband’s curls, loving the silky softness of them between his fingers.

As Cinaed bobs up and down on his length, Gunnar’s breaths pick up. The tingling in his core getting stronger as his mate works his magic with his lips and his tongue. Driving him insane with pleasure. Gunnar can feel his cock throbbing against Cinaed’s tongue, getting harder still from his motions.

“Gods, you’re so good to me, baby…” Gunnar praises as his fingers lightly tug his mate’s hair. His hips gently rocking into the motions.

Gunnar briefly closes his eyes, breathing deep of his husband’s delicious scent. The sweetness making his mouth water as he imagines tasting his wetness that is no doubt coating his opening and running down the inside of his thighs. Even though there is a basket of treats for them to enjoy during the night, Gunnar swears he could feast on his lover and it will satisfy any hunger he might have.

Letting out a deep moan, Gunnar lets Cinaed get him close. To the point of his knot starting to tingle around the base of his cock, before he gives his husband a little tug of his hair to release him. He wants the first time he cums to be deep inside his lover, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed in the hopes of getting his mate pregnant. Helping Cinaed to rise, Gunnar claims his lips in a ravaging kiss, a hum playing in his throat.

“I want you to present yourself for your Alpha, my little fox, for our first time as husbands.” Gunnar husks as his lips trail down to his mate’s mark. “I’m going to mark you. Claim you. And fill you so full of my seed, that your vessel will have no choice but to grant us a pup.”

“It will be the first of many times tonight…” the Northman purrs. “…in every position under the moon.”

Gunnar helps his mate down to the furs, helping him get into position on all fours. His finger running tantalizing down the cleft of his arse and over his dripping wet rim. “….but first, I have to taste you.” The warrior purrs in a deep tone.

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As his husband pulls him back by his hair and forces him to release his cock, Cinaed trails wet lips against the side and the head as his amber eyes look up to give Gunnar a sultry gaze. Fuck, he is so wet… and he can feel his cock dripping already. As the Northman helps him to his feet, the kiss he takes him in makes the Prince’s knees weak, even more so when his lover’s lips trail over his bite. It rises goosebumps over his bare body, and he instantly wants to beg for it, heat rising in his blood and every instinct telling him to mate.

“Claim me…Leave your mark and fuck me deep. Give me what I need, Gunnar…” the prince purrs, a moan falling from his lips as Gunnar sucks on his mark. Gods, he wants it so hard. Cinaed quickly obeys and lets Gunnar move him to his hands and knees, arching his hips up to present himself as his husband’s fingers trace over his wet rim.

“Ohhh fuck.” the prince says quietly and shudders. He arches his hips up further and grips the furs beneath him as his pants and purrs grow much stronger. Cinaed moans instantly when he feels Gunnar’s strong grip spread him apart, the trail of his tongue against him going straight to his core.

“Oh my god, please.” Cinaed begs. “Gunnar, I…”

The prince moans again, the sound laced with a little animalistic whine blended into it. He starts reeling instantly, his chest and cheeks flushing, his body feeling like it’s so ready to accept.

“Fuck, it’s so strong…”

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A little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips hearing his husband beg as his tongue trails over his rim. Teasing him with tantalizing licks and sweet kisses. Gods, the slick leaking out of him tastes like the sweetest honey, delectable and indulgent. Gunnar just can’t get enough. It’s even sweeter with his heat, probably to drive his mate insane with lust, and it’s working. Gunnar drives his tongue inside of Cinaed, seeking his wetness from the source.

“Fuck, baby…you taste so good.” Gunnar purrs, his lips vibrating against his lover’s ring of muscle as he hums while he devours him.

One of his fingers slip inside Cinaed’s tight wet heat, and fuck if he isn’t even wetter. His body already prepared and eager to welcome Gunnar’s cock. To start the breeding they will be engaging in for most of the night. He curls his finger just right to brush over the bundle of nerves inside his mate. The resulting moans and pants going straight to his cock as it twitches between his legs. A stream of precum leaking from it’s tip.

Cinaed’s walls flutter around his finger, while Gunnar slides another one inside. He scissors the two fingers, opening his love up to take his cock. Ensuring there will be no discomfort later with the multiple rounds he has planned for his mate. Gunnar intends to be buried inside his mate for most of the night, with only short breaks for food and drink and perhaps little cat naps.

Not able to take waiting any longer, Gunnar gently withdraws his fingers, giving one last lick against his mate’s rim. Taking his throbbing cock in his hand, he guides himself to Cinaed’s opening. Pushing forward, he breaches his mate’s rim until his cockhead is resting just inside the tight ring of muscle. Gunnar watches as his mate’s arse swallows every inch of his length. The tightness causing a low growl to rumble from Gunnar’s chest.

“Gods, you take me so good, my little fox…” Gunnar praises as his hands lovingly caress his mate’s bottom. “Your body is so eager to take what I’m offering. It wants me to fill you with my seed, I can feel it.”

When Gunnar slides home, burying himself to the hilt, he lets out a shuddering breath. It feels different tonight. Like Cinaed’s body is somehow opening itself up to take the Northman as deep as possible. Gunnar nudges Cinaed’s legs wider as his hands grip his hips, pushing him forward and dragging him back against his cock.

“You feel so good, baby…just like this…” Gunnar moans as his head tips back while he rolls his hips back and forth. “Such a good boy for me…such a good fox…”

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Cinaed’s eyes roll back and his mouth drops open as Gunnar practically fucks him with his tongue, lapping up his wetness and only creating more. The heat had been so frustrating thus far, and fucking is practically the only thing that relieves it. Gunnar is so good at it that it helps instantly.

The prince lets out helpless little moans as Gunnar scissors his fingers inside him, and he notices his body feels so different. Not completely, just in a way of accepting his mate, of accommodating him so that he can have his ultimate way. This is exactly what Cinaed has been waiting for, and as Gunnar enters him with his cock, the prince trembles. The sensation is so much stronger, and his body forces him completely still until Gunnar bottoms out, his large hands holding the prince’s hips to slide him back on his cock.

The prince’s eyes roll back again as Gunnar laces a hand through his curls once more, the little tug enough to have him completely submitting for his mate. Feeling a trembling in his lower belly, the prince huffs and feels a wave coming that is so intense he can’t even prepare for it, but he can utter his lover’s name.

“Gunnar,” Cinaed moans and instantly cums untouched in a startling spasm, his body squeezing Gunnar’s cock tight as it moves in and out of him.

“Fuck! Oh my god…” Cinaed rasps out as he rides the aftershocks. He’d never came like that, so fast and so strong against the Northman’s cock. Gunnar had given him some insane orgasms, but that one was fucking madness. It’s like his body is trying to milk his husband’s cock.

“More…” the prince whines in heated pants.

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Lacing a hand through his lover’s curls again, Gunnar gives them a little tug as his hips rock against his husband. Fuck, just that word sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His husband, his mate. And soon to be the faðir of his pup, if the Gods and the powers of the moon are gracious with their blessings.

When Cinaed utters his name, and cums untouched, a little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips. It gives him a sense of pride to have his mate falling apart on his cock so quickly and easily and yet begging for more in the same breath. He slows down a little, keeping his thrusts leisurely as his mate rides the aftershocks of his release. His walls gripping Gunnar’s cock so tight like they are trying to milk the seed from his body.

“I’ve got you, baby…I’m not going to stop.” Gunnar reassures his love. They are not done, not by a long shot.

When the spasms in Cinaed’s body let up a little, and his breaths pick up, Gunnar resumes his deep thrusts. Going harder with each pass. Gods, his mate is dripping wet for him, coating his cock and making each thrust glide into him so easily. Like he was made for me…for this.

Wrapping his arms around Cinaed, he lifts his mate until his his flush against his chest. One large hand resting against his lower belly and the other one guides his lips to his. He claims him in a fervent kiss, his own panting breaths mingling with his lover’s.

“That’s it baby…you’re taking me so good…I can practically feel my cock right here…” Gunnar’s hand caresses Cinaed’s lower belly. “…eager to fill your vessel with my seed. To breed you and make a pup or kit from our blood.”

Gunnar’s lips trail to Cinaed’s mark, kissing and licking the silvery scar. He will bite him when his knot locks them together, claiming him again and again as he pumps him full of his seed. Gods, it feels so amazing. 

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“I’m sorry, I-I…” don’t know what is happening with my body right now…

Gods, the prince is reeling, and when Gunnar brings him up against his chest it’s the exact grounding he needs. Cinaed melts into Gunnar’s kiss with panted breaths, and his lover has complete control of him as his hips so naturally move back against the Northman’s cock.

“Please,” the prince whimpers as Gunnar caresses his lower belly. Fuck, he wants it so bad. The instinct is so strong. Cinaed lets out a little breathy sigh as his husband’s lips trail over the bite on his neck, arching his head back against him and closing his eyes. Completely surrendering.

“Oh my god, it feels so good.” The prince purrs, taking an arm up behind him to wrap around Gunnar’s neck as he nuzzles his cheek with his nose. He has that instinct again to scent him, despite being completely drenched in each other.

“I love you. I need you…” Cinaed purrs. “Make it happen for me. Give me everything.”

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“I’ll give you everything your heart desires, my little fox…everything.” Gunnar softly murmurs as Cinaed nuzzles into his cheek.

Gods, it feels so good, the Northman feels like he could go for hours just like this. The steady glide back and forth of his cock. His mate’s wetness coating him making each thrust into his tight heat effortless. The moon haze comes over him producing a euphoric buzz just below his skin. Goosebumps prickle his skin as if the Gods are watching their offering of love and passion.

“You are so perfect, baby…so gorgeous like this. Bare in the moonlight with your skin shimmering. Can you feel the magic surrounding us? I can…” Gunnar runs his lips over Cinaed’s jaw, his hands worshiping every hard plane of his mate’s muscles and the softness of his belly waiting to be filled. A heady feeling comes over the warrior as their mingling scents join together making the most aphrodisiac scent.

The tingling at the base of his cock vibrates straight to Gunnar’s core. He can feel the flesh start to engorge as he continues his deep thrusts into his mate. Back and forth, harder with each pass until his knot starts to catch on his lover’s rim.

“It’s coming, baby…” Gunnar softly growls when it gets too tight to pull out. “Gods, baby…you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Gunnar shifts to grinding motions as he holds Cinaed tight against his chest. His love’s firm arse rubbing against his groin and giving him the most delicious pulsing in his core. His cock is buried so deep, ready to fill his mate’s waiting vessel while his knot keeps them locked in place.

“Fuck, Cinaed…I love you, baby. So good for me…Gods, yes…” Gunnar moans as he feels his stones draw up, signaling his impending release. Just as the first spurt of cum enters his husband, Gunnar clamps down with his teeth on Cinaed’s mating mark. Combining intense pleasure with the sharp but brief pain of his bite. His wolf howls at the moon while his cock empties its release deep inside his lover.

“My little fox, my mate, my husband…” Gunnar says with a reverence in his voice as he holds Cinaed’s trembling body firmly against his. His bite softening to licks and kisses.

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“I can feel it,” Cinaed rasps out, hissing when his lover’s knot starts to catch on him. His body greedily squeezes around him, and fuck it’s so intense. They’re fucking so primal and raw, and it’s building a strong sensation inside Cinaed’s body again.

“Jesus Christ,” the prince breathes out. “You’re gonna make me cum again… holy fuck.”

Cinaed lets out little moans as his lover’s knot grinds against that sensitive spot inside him, furrowing his brows and squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth drops open. He’s right there, so fucking close. He grinds his hips back on his lover’s cock just enough to get more friction, until his body starts fluttering and his cock twitches again with release.

“Gunnar, I’m cumming… Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the prince whimpers, letting out a little cry when Gunnar’s teeth sink into his neck. He can feel the Northman’s orgasm join with his own, the wet release coating his insides. What’s so strange is that he feels like he could shift, but he holds it back — his body trembling so hard with release, with the feeling of Gunnar deep inside him.

“Baby…” the prince purrs softly with panted breaths, not even sure what to ask for, but he needs something. He feels so vulnerable, his body spread open and taken apart… true breeding this time.

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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Feeling Cinaed’s skin beneath his fingertips as their clothes are quickly shed, soothes the pacing of Gunnar’s wolf. The signs of his rut in full force now that the moon is drawing closer to it’s apex. His skin is getting feverish, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and the heaviness of his cock needing to fulfill the urge to breed his mate. A low growl rumbles from his chest as Cinaed trails his lips and tongue down his abs to the V that leads directly to his cock. The softness of Cinaed’s lips and the wet trail of his tongue sending a shiver through the Northman’s body. He braces himself against the tree as his lover spits on his cock, his head rolling back as Cinaed wraps his tantalizing lips around him.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior purrs as his hand laces into his husband’s curls, loving the silky softness of them between his fingers.

As Cinaed bobs up and down on his length, Gunnar’s breaths pick up. The tingling in his core getting stronger as his mate works his magic with his lips and his tongue. Driving him insane with pleasure. Gunnar can feel his cock throbbing against Cinaed’s tongue, getting harder still from his motions.

“Gods, you’re so good to me, baby…” Gunnar praises as his fingers lightly tug his mate’s hair. His hips gently rocking into the motions.

Gunnar briefly closes his eyes, breathing deep of his husband’s delicious scent. The sweetness making his mouth water as he imagines tasting his wetness that is no doubt coating his opening and running down the inside of his thighs. Even though there is a basket of treats for them to enjoy during the night, Gunnar swears he could feast on his lover and it will satisfy any hunger he might have.

Letting out a deep moan, Gunnar lets Cinaed get him close. To the point of his knot starting to tingle around the base of his cock, before he gives his husband a little tug of his hair to release him. He wants the first time he cums to be deep inside his lover, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed in the hopes of getting his mate pregnant. Helping Cinaed to rise, Gunnar claims his lips in a ravaging kiss, a hum playing in his throat.

“I want you to present yourself for your Alpha, my little fox, for our first time as husbands.” Gunnar husks as his lips trail down to his mate’s mark. “I’m going to mark you. Claim you. And fill you so full of my seed, that your vessel will have no choice but to grant us a pup.”

“It will be the first of many times tonight…” the Northman purrs. “…in every position under the moon.”

Gunnar helps his mate down to the furs, helping him get into position on all fours. His finger running tantalizing down the cleft of his arse and over his dripping wet rim. “….but first, I have to taste you.” The warrior purrs in a deep tone.

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As his husband pulls him back by his hair and forces him to release his cock, Cinaed trails wet lips against the side and the head as his amber eyes look up to give Gunnar a sultry gaze. Fuck, he is so wet… and he can feel his cock dripping already. As the Northman helps him to his feet, the kiss he takes him in makes the Prince’s knees weak, even more so when his lover’s lips trail over his bite. It rises goosebumps over his bare body, and he instantly wants to beg for it, heat rising in his blood and every instinct telling him to mate.

“Claim me…Leave your mark and fuck me deep. Give me what I need, Gunnar…” the prince purrs, a moan falling from his lips as Gunnar sucks on his mark. Gods, he wants it so hard. Cinaed quickly obeys and lets Gunnar move him to his hands and knees, arching his hips up to present himself as his husband’s fingers trace over his wet rim.

“Ohhh fuck.” the prince says quietly and shudders. He arches his hips up further and grips the furs beneath him as his pants and purrs grow much stronger. Cinaed moans instantly when he feels Gunnar’s strong grip spread him apart, the trail of his tongue against him going straight to his core.

“Oh my god, please.” Cinaed begs. “Gunnar, I…”

The prince moans again, the sound laced with a little animalistic whine blended into it. He starts reeling instantly, his chest and cheeks flushing, his body feeling like it’s so ready to accept.

“Fuck, it’s so strong…”

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A little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips hearing his husband beg as his tongue trails over his rim. Teasing him with tantalizing licks and sweet kisses. Gods, the slick leaking out of him tastes like the sweetest honey, delectable and indulgent. Gunnar just can’t get enough. It’s even sweeter with his heat, probably to drive his mate insane with lust, and it’s working. Gunnar drives his tongue inside of Cinaed, seeking his wetness from the source.

“Fuck, baby…you taste so good.” Gunnar purrs, his lips vibrating against his lover’s ring of muscle as he hums while he devours him.

One of his fingers slip inside Cinaed’s tight wet heat, and fuck if he isn’t even wetter. His body already prepared and eager to welcome Gunnar’s cock. To start the breeding they will be engaging in for most of the night. He curls his finger just right to brush over the bundle of nerves inside his mate. The resulting moans and pants going straight to his cock as it twitches between his legs. A stream of precum leaking from it’s tip.

Cinaed’s walls flutter around his finger, while Gunnar slides another one inside. He scissors the two fingers, opening his love up to take his cock. Ensuring there will be no discomfort later with the multiple rounds he has planned for his mate. Gunnar intends to be buried inside his mate for most of the night, with only short breaks for food and drink and perhaps little cat naps.

Not able to take waiting any longer, Gunnar gently withdraws his fingers, giving one last lick against his mate’s rim. Taking his throbbing cock in his hand, he guides himself to Cinaed’s opening. Pushing forward, he breaches his mate’s rim until his cockhead is resting just inside the tight ring of muscle. Gunnar watches as his mate’s arse swallows every inch of his length. The tightness causing a low growl to rumble from Gunnar’s chest.

“Gods, you take me so good, my little fox…” Gunnar praises as his hands lovingly caress his mate’s bottom. “Your body is so eager to take what I’m offering. It wants me to fill you with my seed, I can feel it.”

When Gunnar slides home, burying himself to the hilt, he lets out a shuddering breath. It feels different tonight. Like Cinaed’s body is somehow opening itself up to take the Northman as deep as possible. Gunnar nudges Cinaed’s legs wider as his hands grip his hips, pushing him forward and dragging him back against his cock.

“You feel so good, baby…just like this…” Gunnar moans as his head tips back while he rolls his hips back and forth. “Such a good boy for me…such a good fox…”

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Cinaed’s eyes roll back and his mouth drops open as Gunnar practically fucks him with his tongue, lapping up his wetness and only creating more. The heat had been so frustrating thus far, and fucking is practically the only thing that relieves it. Gunnar is so good at it that it helps instantly.

The prince lets out helpless little moans as Gunnar scissors his fingers inside him, and he notices his body feels so different. Not completely, just in a way of accepting his mate, of accommodating him so that he can have his ultimate way. This is exactly what Cinaed has been waiting for, and as Gunnar enters him with his cock, the prince trembles. The sensation is so much stronger, and his body forces him completely still until Gunnar bottoms out, his large hands holding the prince’s hips to slide him back on his cock.

The prince’s eyes roll back again as Gunnar laces a hand through his curls once more, the little tug enough to have him completely submitting for his mate. Feeling a trembling in his lower belly, the prince huffs and feels a wave coming that is so intense he can’t even prepare for it, but he can utter his lover’s name.

“Gunnar,” Cinaed moans and instantly cums untouched in a startling spasm, his body squeezing Gunnar’s cock tight as it moves in and out of him.

“Fuck! Oh my god…” Cinaed rasps out as he rides the aftershocks. He’d never came like that, so fast and so strong against the Northman’s cock. Gunnar had given him some insane orgasms, but that one was fucking madness. It’s like his body is trying to milk his husband’s cock.

“More…” the prince whines in heated pants.

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Lacing a hand through his lover’s curls again, Gunnar gives them a little tug as his hips rock against his husband. Fuck, just that word sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His husband, his mate. And soon to be the faðir of his pup, if the Gods and the powers of the moon are gracious with their blessings.

When Cinaed utters his name, and cums untouched, a little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips. It gives him a sense of pride to have his mate falling apart on his cock so quickly and easily and yet begging for more in the same breath. He slows down a little, keeping his thrusts leisurely as his mate rides the aftershocks of his release. His walls gripping Gunnar’s cock so tight like they are trying to milk the seed from his body.

“I’ve got you, baby…I’m not going to stop.” Gunnar reassures his love. They are not done, not by a long shot.

When the spasms in Cinaed’s body let up a little, and his breaths pick up, Gunnar resumes his deep thrusts. Going harder with each pass. Gods, his mate is dripping wet for him, coating his cock and making each thrust glide into him so easily. Like he was made for me…for this.

Wrapping his arms around Cinaed, he lifts his mate until his his flush against his chest. One large hand resting against his lower belly and the other one guides his lips to his. He claims him in a fervent kiss, his own panting breaths mingling with his lover’s.

“That’s it baby…you’re taking me so good…I can practically feel my cock right here…” Gunnar’s hand caresses Cinaed’s lower belly. “…eager to fill your vessel with my seed. To breed you and make a pup or kit from our blood.”

Gunnar’s lips trail to Cinaed’s mark, kissing and licking the silvery scar. He will bite him when his knot locks them together, claiming him again and again as he pumps him full of his seed. Gods, it feels so amazing. 

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“I’m sorry, I-I…” don’t know what is happening with my body right now…

Gods, the prince is reeling, and when Gunnar brings him up against his chest it’s the exact grounding he needs. Cinaed melts into Gunnar’s kiss with panted breaths, and his lover has complete control of him as his hips so naturally move back against the Northman’s cock.

“Please,” the prince whimpers as Gunnar caresses his lower belly. Fuck, he wants it so bad. The instinct is so strong. Cinaed lets out a little breathy sigh as his husband’s lips trail over the bite on his neck, arching his head back against him and closing his eyes. Completely surrendering.

“Oh my god, it feels so good.” The prince purrs, taking an arm up behind him to wrap around Gunnar’s neck as he nuzzles his cheek with his nose. He has that instinct again to scent him, despite being completely drenched in each other.

“I love you. I need you…” Cinaed purrs. “Make it happen for me. Give me everything.”

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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Feeling Cinaed’s skin beneath his fingertips as their clothes are quickly shed, soothes the pacing of Gunnar’s wolf. The signs of his rut in full force now that the moon is drawing closer to it’s apex. His skin is getting feverish, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and the heaviness of his cock needing to fulfill the urge to breed his mate. A low growl rumbles from his chest as Cinaed trails his lips and tongue down his abs to the V that leads directly to his cock. The softness of Cinaed’s lips and the wet trail of his tongue sending a shiver through the Northman’s body. He braces himself against the tree as his lover spits on his cock, his head rolling back as Cinaed wraps his tantalizing lips around him.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior purrs as his hand laces into his husband’s curls, loving the silky softness of them between his fingers.

As Cinaed bobs up and down on his length, Gunnar’s breaths pick up. The tingling in his core getting stronger as his mate works his magic with his lips and his tongue. Driving him insane with pleasure. Gunnar can feel his cock throbbing against Cinaed’s tongue, getting harder still from his motions.

“Gods, you’re so good to me, baby…” Gunnar praises as his fingers lightly tug his mate’s hair. His hips gently rocking into the motions.

Gunnar briefly closes his eyes, breathing deep of his husband’s delicious scent. The sweetness making his mouth water as he imagines tasting his wetness that is no doubt coating his opening and running down the inside of his thighs. Even though there is a basket of treats for them to enjoy during the night, Gunnar swears he could feast on his lover and it will satisfy any hunger he might have.

Letting out a deep moan, Gunnar lets Cinaed get him close. To the point of his knot starting to tingle around the base of his cock, before he gives his husband a little tug of his hair to release him. He wants the first time he cums to be deep inside his lover, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed in the hopes of getting his mate pregnant. Helping Cinaed to rise, Gunnar claims his lips in a ravaging kiss, a hum playing in his throat.

“I want you to present yourself for your Alpha, my little fox, for our first time as husbands.” Gunnar husks as his lips trail down to his mate’s mark. “I’m going to mark you. Claim you. And fill you so full of my seed, that your vessel will have no choice but to grant us a pup.”

“It will be the first of many times tonight…” the Northman purrs. “…in every position under the moon.”

Gunnar helps his mate down to the furs, helping him get into position on all fours. His finger running tantalizing down the cleft of his arse and over his dripping wet rim. “….but first, I have to taste you.” The warrior purrs in a deep tone.

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As his husband pulls him back by his hair and forces him to release his cock, Cinaed trails wet lips against the side and the head as his amber eyes look up to give Gunnar a sultry gaze. Fuck, he is so wet… and he can feel his cock dripping already. As the Northman helps him to his feet, the kiss he takes him in makes the Prince’s knees weak, even more so when his lover’s lips trail over his bite. It rises goosebumps over his bare body, and he instantly wants to beg for it, heat rising in his blood and every instinct telling him to mate.

“Claim me…Leave your mark and fuck me deep. Give me what I need, Gunnar…” the prince purrs, a moan falling from his lips as Gunnar sucks on his mark. Gods, he wants it so hard. Cinaed quickly obeys and lets Gunnar move him to his hands and knees, arching his hips up to present himself as his husband’s fingers trace over his wet rim.

“Ohhh fuck.” the prince says quietly and shudders. He arches his hips up further and grips the furs beneath him as his pants and purrs grow much stronger. Cinaed moans instantly when he feels Gunnar’s strong grip spread him apart, the trail of his tongue against him going straight to his core.

“Oh my god, please.” Cinaed begs. “Gunnar, I…”

The prince moans again, the sound laced with a little animalistic whine blended into it. He starts reeling instantly, his chest and cheeks flushing, his body feeling like it’s so ready to accept.

“Fuck, it’s so strong…”

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A little smirk curls Gunnar’s lips hearing his husband beg as his tongue trails over his rim. Teasing him with tantalizing licks and sweet kisses. Gods, the slick leaking out of him tastes like the sweetest honey, delectable and indulgent. Gunnar just can’t get enough. It’s even sweeter with his heat, probably to drive his mate insane with lust, and it’s working. Gunnar drives his tongue inside of Cinaed, seeking his wetness from the source.

“Fuck, baby…you taste so good.” Gunnar purrs, his lips vibrating against his lover’s ring of muscle as he hums while he devours him.

One of his fingers slip inside Cinaed’s tight wet heat, and fuck if he isn’t even wetter. His body already prepared and eager to welcome Gunnar’s cock. To start the breeding they will be engaging in for most of the night. He curls his finger just right to brush over the bundle of nerves inside his mate. The resulting moans and pants going straight to his cock as it twitches between his legs. A stream of precum leaking from it’s tip.

Cinaed’s walls flutter around his finger, while Gunnar slides another one inside. He scissors the two fingers, opening his love up to take his cock. Ensuring there will be no discomfort later with the multiple rounds he has planned for his mate. Gunnar intends to be buried inside his mate for most of the night, with only short breaks for food and drink and perhaps little cat naps.

Not able to take waiting any longer, Gunnar gently withdraws his fingers, giving one last lick against his mate’s rim. Taking his throbbing cock in his hand, he guides himself to Cinaed’s opening. Pushing forward, he breaches his mate’s rim until his cockhead is resting just inside the tight ring of muscle. Gunnar watches as his mate’s arse swallows every inch of his length. The tightness causing a low growl to rumble from Gunnar’s chest.

“Gods, you take me so good, my little fox…” Gunnar praises as his hands lovingly caress his mate’s bottom. “Your body is so eager to take what I’m offering. It wants me to fill you with my seed, I can feel it.”

When Gunnar slides home, burying himself to the hilt, he lets out a shuddering breath. It feels different tonight. Like Cinaed’s body is somehow opening itself up to take the Northman as deep as possible. Gunnar nudges Cinaed’s legs wider as his hands grip his hips, pushing him forward and dragging him back against his cock.

“You feel so good, baby…just like this…” Gunnar moans as his head tips back while he rolls his hips back and forth. “Such a good boy for me…such a good fox…”

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Cinaed’s eyes roll back and his mouth drops open as Gunnar practically fucks him with his tongue, lapping up his wetness and only creating more. The heat had been so frustrating thus far, and fucking is practically the only thing that relieves it. Gunnar is so good at it that it helps instantly.

The prince lets out helpless little moans as Gunnar scissors his fingers inside him, and he notices his body feels so different. Not completely, just in a way of accepting his mate, of accommodating him so that he can have his ultimate way. This is exactly what Cinaed has been waiting for, and as Gunnar enters him with his cock, the prince trembles. The sensation is so much stronger, and his body forces him completely still until Gunnar bottoms out, his large hands holding the prince’s hips to slide him back on his cock.

The prince’s eyes roll back again as Gunnar laces a hand through his curls once more, the little tug enough to have him completely submitting for his mate. Feeling a trembling in his lower belly, the prince huffs and feels a wave coming that is so intense he can’t even prepare for it, but he can utter his lover’s name.

“Gunnar,” Cinaed moans and instantly cums untouched in a startling spasm, his body squeezing Gunnar’s cock tight as it moves in and out of him.

“Fuck! Oh my god…” Cinaed rasps out as he rides the aftershocks. He’d never came like that, so fast and so strong against the Northman’s cock. Gunnar had given him some insane orgasms, but that one was fucking madness. It’s like his body is trying to milk his husband’s cock.

“More…” the prince whines in heated pants.

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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Feeling Cinaed’s skin beneath his fingertips as their clothes are quickly shed, soothes the pacing of Gunnar’s wolf. The signs of his rut in full force now that the moon is drawing closer to it’s apex. His skin is getting feverish, his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and the heaviness of his cock needing to fulfill the urge to breed his mate. A low growl rumbles from his chest as Cinaed trails his lips and tongue down his abs to the V that leads directly to his cock. The softness of Cinaed’s lips and the wet trail of his tongue sending a shiver through the Northman’s body. He braces himself against the tree as his lover spits on his cock, his head rolling back as Cinaed wraps his tantalizing lips around him.

“Fuck, Cinaed…” the warrior purrs as his hand laces into his husband’s curls, loving the silky softness of them between his fingers.

As Cinaed bobs up and down on his length, Gunnar’s breaths pick up. The tingling in his core getting stronger as his mate works his magic with his lips and his tongue. Driving him insane with pleasure. Gunnar can feel his cock throbbing against Cinaed’s tongue, getting harder still from his motions.

“Gods, you’re so good to me, baby…” Gunnar praises as his fingers lightly tug his mate’s hair. His hips gently rocking into the motions.

Gunnar briefly closes his eyes, breathing deep of his husband’s delicious scent. The sweetness making his mouth water as he imagines tasting his wetness that is no doubt coating his opening and running down the inside of his thighs. Even though there is a basket of treats for them to enjoy during the night, Gunnar swears he could feast on his lover and it will satisfy any hunger he might have.

Letting out a deep moan, Gunnar lets Cinaed get him close. To the point of his knot starting to tingle around the base of his cock, before he gives his husband a little tug of his hair to release him. He wants the first time he cums to be deep inside his lover, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed in the hopes of getting his mate pregnant. Helping Cinaed to rise, Gunnar claims his lips in a ravaging kiss, a hum playing in his throat.

“I want you to present yourself for your Alpha, my little fox, for our first time as husbands.” Gunnar husks as his lips trail down to his mate’s mark. “I’m going to mark you. Claim you. And fill you so full of my seed, that your vessel will have no choice but to grant us a pup.”

“It will be the first of many times tonight…” the Northman purrs. “…in every position under the moon.”

Gunnar helps his mate down to the furs, helping him get into position on all fours. His finger running tantalizing down the cleft of his arse and over his dripping wet rim. “….but first, I have to taste you.” The warrior purrs in a deep tone.

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As his husband pulls him back by his hair and forces him to release his cock, Cinaed trails wet lips against the side and the head as his amber eyes look up to give Gunnar a sultry gaze. Fuck, he is so wet… and he can feel his cock dripping already. As the Northman helps him to his feet, the kiss he takes him in makes the Prince’s knees weak, even more so when his lover’s lips trail over his bite. It rises goosebumps over his bare body, and he instantly wants to beg for it, heat rising in his blood and every instinct telling him to mate.

“Claim me…Leave your mark and fuck me deep. Give me what I need, Gunnar…” the prince purrs, a moan falling from his lips as Gunnar sucks on his mark. Gods, he wants it so hard. Cinaed quickly obeys and lets Gunnar move him to his hands and knees, arching his hips up to present himself as his husband’s fingers trace over his wet rim.

“Ohhh fuck.” the prince says quietly and shudders. He arches his hips up further and grips the furs beneath him as his pants and purrs grow much stronger. Cinaed moans instantly when he feels Gunnar’s strong grip spread him apart, the trail of his tongue against him going straight to his core.

“Oh my god, please.” Cinaed begs. “Gunnar, I…”

The prince moans again, the sound laced with a little animalistic whine blended into it. He starts reeling instantly, his chest and cheeks flushing, his body feeling like it’s so ready to accept.

“Fuck, it’s so strong…”

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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Gunnar can’t keep the grin from his face when his husband says it’s time for his gift. As Cinaed leads him to a little resting spot within the meadow, somewhat secluded with trees and bushes offering a little privacy, Gunnar sucks in a breath. It’s perfect, with it’s soft candlelight and warm furs to offer them comfort while they lose themselves to their primal instincts.

“It’s perfect, baby…a beautiful spot to share our first night as husbands.” Gunnar purrs, a loving smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way then to spend the full moon out here with you in our special place. Blessed by fae magic and the wonders of the moon.”

“…and berries!” Gunnar exclaims. “You truly know the way to my heart.” The warrior playfully teases as he steals a ripe berry from the basket of food and plops it into his mouth, a soft moan escaping him as the juices explode over his tongue. “Mmm…perfect.” He grins as he pulls Cinaed into his embrace. “…but not nearly as perfect as you, my gorgeous husband.”

“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to do this…” Gunnar purrs as he tilts his lover’s chin up and claims his lips in a fervent kiss. His wolf howling inside him when he hears his mate’s purring. “I can’t wait to pup you…” Gunnar husks against Cinaed’s lips as the heat between them gets hotter.

Reaching up, Gunnar unclasps his own cloak letting it fall from his shoulders before tossing it to the side. As he looks at the furs and how they are arranged a little smirk comes to his face. “Did you make us a nest, my little fox?” Gunnar purrs as an adoring smile lights up his face. Gods, my mate is adorable… He loves this side Cinaed’s heat.

Reaching down, Gunnar loosens the laces of Cinaed’s beautiful armor before helping him out of it and dropping it on the ground. “I need to see you, baby…I need to feel you.” The warrior husks.

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Cinaed grins and snickers to see Gunnar so happy about the little nest he created for them. He got distracted with some shiny rocks he found earlier and placed them there too, but the Northman will discover those later.

As Gunnar takes him into a fervent kiss, the prince’s purr rises in his chest and he feels that panting start already in his throat, the newest tell tale sign of such complete arousal that it takes over his body. He wants to bend over instantly, take his lover inside him and feel his seed. It’s all he’s been able to think about for hours. For days.

… fuck.

Cinaed trails his tongue past Gunnar’s lips and whimpers into his mouth as the Northman tugs at all of his laces, quickly releasing him of his armor. The prince does the same to the Northman, and suddenly they are tugging harshly at each other’s clothing until it lies in heaps on the ground. Cinaed is aware just enough to push Gunnar against the tree that hovers above their nest, and he drops instantly to his knees.

“Anything you need…” the prince purrs in response to his lover’s earlier words, trailing his tongue and lips down Gunnar’s abs to his groin, his hand gripping his now hardening length. He’s gotten quite good at this, and he wants the Northman to feel it. To spoil him with pleasure… just the way he taught him.

Cinaed spits to the crown of Gunnar’s cock before wrapping his lips around it, instantly coming up and down in tantalizing little motions with teasing trails of his tongue. He feels the Northman’s hand lace into his hair and he moans around him, wanting him so fucking badly. This isn’t enough but it’s so good, feeling Gunnar’s cock harden further as it hits the back of his throat.

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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Gunnar reluctantly releases Cinaed at Finan’s request, biting back the growl threatening to rumble in his chest. His wolf is anxiously pacing inside him, as the pull of the moon gets even stronger. His body already humming with the need to claim his mate under this special summer solstice moon. The warrior chides his wolf’s impatience as he watches his mate hug his father. Gunnar gives Finan a little nod when he offers to hold onto Cinaed’s sword for the night, while they are otherwise occupied.

“Yes, tomorrow night we will celebrate.” Gunnar smiles, although he can’t say with certainty for how long, knowing how insatiable he and Cinaed are around the nights of the full moon. And that was before his mate became a fox and developed a heat to go along with his rut. Fuck, just thinking about it has arousal already pooling in his stomach.

“Thank you, Finan…for everything.” Gunnar gives the Irishman a grateful nod. The candles spread out in the meadow giving it a romantic glow.

Gunnar lets out a little chuckle when his husband skips closer to him, wrapping his arm around his waist and bringing him snug against his side. Cinaed’s words in his ear has his heart fluttering and the little nip goes straight to his cock. “Behave, little fox…” the warrior whispers, a mischievous smile on his face.

“I look forward to whatever it is…even if it just your gorgeous body laid out before me.” Gunnar husks against his lover’s ear.

When Revna approaches with a knowing look in her eyes, and a little smirk playing on her lips, Gunnar pulls her in for a big bear hug being mindful of little Runa resting against her bosom.

“Thank you, little raven for being apart of this night with Cinaed and I.” Gunnar softly says.

“Of course, father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congratulations to both of you. I’m happy for you.” Revna looks between Gunnar and Cinaed’s eyes, before softly cupping the prince’s cheek. “…and I offered prayers to the Gods to bless you both tonight.” She playfully raises an eyebrow at Cinaed and Gunnar.

“Enjoy your night, we’ll keep watch over Luca so you don’t have to worry about a thing.” Revna smiles at the newlyweds before making her way to her husband’s side.

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“You behave.” The prince teases Gunnar back. Fuck, the proximity is getting to him badly. Cinaed takes a deep breath in through his nose as they receive the guests of the handfasting, giving each of them greeting as they pass. As people start to head back to the fortress or village, the prince starts to feel a little relief. Soon.

As Revna approaches, Cinaed beams at her. She’s the only one who knows the little secret of their ceremony, besides maybe Ronan without true consent. The prince didn’t elaborate much to his brother earlier. For now… this business is between Cinaed and Gunnar. And as soon as possible.

When Revna cups his cheek, Cinaed blushes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Revna. I did too… please let us know if the pup burdens you.”

Cinaed knows Luca won’t, but he wants to tell her that all the same. He’s so grateful for her.

“Alright, it’s time to show you your gift.” The prince grins at Gunnar, grabbing his hand and quickly whisking him away. He guides him past some brush and trees, a distance away from the altar but still within the same meadow and energy. The full moon is perfectly visible now, casting a cool glow against the grasses, and Cinaed leads Gunnar to a tree and resting spot that is surrounded by glowing candles and wildflowers. Plenty of warm furs rest upon the grass, as well as a bottle of wine and water skins, and a basket of food. Berries are set in an elegant platter on top, as if the whole resting place was set with care.

“It’s not much, um…” the prince says a bit bashfully, giving Gunnar a flushed cheek smile.

“I wanted to be here for the night, in my favorite place. In our place. If you’ll let me.”

Cinaed steps closer to Gunnar then, his amber eyes drifting from his lover’s to his lips and back as he brushes the cloak off his shoulders.

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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Seeing his mate’s reaction to the sword, warms Gunnar’s heart like no other. The amazement, the almost disbelief that this is a weapon he can wield without sacrificing his powers, brings happiness to the warrior. Now he never has to worry about his mate being weakened if he is ever threatened or finds himself in the midst of a battle.

Gods, he’s so adorable. Gunnar’s own eyes get a little teary as Cinaed bites his lip, tears rolling down his lover’s cheeks. He knew Cinaed would be surprised by the gesture, but seeing this raw emotion on his mate’s face is more than he ever dreamed of. His heart feels fit to burst with the love he has for Cinaed. His protective instincts had spurred him into having the weapon forged for him. It means even more to him now, knowing what Cinaed might soon be protecting, beside himself of course.

“I’m so happy you like it…” Gunnar grins as his husband crashes against his body. “I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

A wicked grin lights up Gunnar’s face when he feels his mate’s request, spoken without words. Soon, baby…and you’ll be mine to ravish all night.

A sense of pride comes over Gunnar seeing Finan impressed with the gift. “You have a master craftsman in Torleif. One of the best blacksmiths I have ever come across in my lifetime.”

“Are you ready to say our goodnights to everyone?” Gunnar playfully purrs to his husband, even though he knows his mate wants to skip that part and go straight to their home. Although Gunnar has been imagining taking his lover right here in their special meadow under the light of the full moon. Where the magic will be the strongest.

If they can just get everyone to leave...

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“Yes,” Cinaed answers his lover almost too quickly, snickering as he nuzzles their noses together.

“Cinaed,” Finan says almost sternly, giving Gunnar a nod that says to release him, just for a moment. “C’mere.”

The prince bashfully steps to his father and smiles, giving him a little hug and thanking him for performing their handfasting — for finally accepting everything the prince has ever wanted. Finan speaks something Irish to his ear and the prince nods, before Finan kisses his forehead and holds him in a hug.

“Here… I will keep your sword safe for you until tomorrow night, so you don’t have to carry it. As long as that’s alright with yer husband.” Finan says to his son and Gunnar with a smile. “We will see you two tomorrow night, and we’ll celebrate. Yeah? For now… I will clear them all out. I know this place is special to ya.”

“Yes, that sounds good…” Cinaed beams as he skips closer to Gunnar again so happily. He wraps his arms around Gunnar’s shoulders and doesn’t want to let go, even when members of their family come closer to offer their congratulations.

“I have something for you too, lover. But it’s for when they leave.” The prince purrs into Gunnar’s ear before nipping at it.

“We’ll say our goodbyes, then I’ll show you.”

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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“Thank the Gods…” Gunnar softly utters before a grin takes over his face. The thought of delaying their time together to celebrate their nuptials with their family and friends, with the moon’s pull getting stronger as the moments pass, sounds like complete torture. He needs to feel his husband’s skin next to his. Needs to touch and taste him, and claim him over and over again until they are both breathless and boneless.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar beams as a mischievous look comes to his eyes. He knows his mate wasn’t expecting a gift, and it only makes what he’s about to give him that much more special. “Just wait until you see it…”

As Ragnar hands him the gift wrapped in cloth, Gunnar kneels down on one knee resting it against his thigh, before peeling back the cloth to reveal a custom forged sword. It took months for it to be made, and Gunnar was lucky that Torleif knew the rare art of working with high-tin bronze since most smiths have turned to iron for making weapons. The bronze was made from pure copper from the mountains of Wales, and tin traded from Cornwall. A small amount of silver was melted into the alloy to give the blade a pale, moonlit sheen.

The part that really sets it apart are the engravings. Running down one side of the blade is a great black wolf, it’s head lifted toward the moon. The fur is carved in flowing knotwork that slowly becomes Norse runes near the hilt. On the opposite side is a fox, with Celtic knotwork intertwining with oak leaves, rowan berries and vines. The symbolism is unmistakable between them. The wolf is strength, the fox is wisdom. The wolf protects, and the fox guides. Neither is complete without the other.

The crossguard of the sword is another sight to behold. Instead of straight quillons, the guard curves gently like two branches. One end finishes in a wolf’s head, the other in a fox’s. Between them sits a polished moonstone, and when the moonlight hits it, the stone seems to glow from within. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and around the pommel is a silver wire braided in three strands. Strength. Loyalty. Love. The pommel itself bears a simple raven. Not Odin’s raven, but one representing home.

The night before the wedding, Gunnar had secretly brought the finished sword to Revna. Under the light of the full moon she preformed a quiet blessing using both Norse spirituality and old magic. She marked the blade with juniper smoke for protection, rowan ash to ward off ill intent, moon water for the fae, and a drop of Gunnar’s blood upon the wolf engraving. The blood disappears into the bronze as though the metal accepts the vow. Her words spoken over the sword, still linger in Gunnar’s mind.

May this blade never know the hand of an enemy while the wolf still draws breath.

May it never burn the one for whom it was forged.

May fox and wolf hunt together until the stars forget their names.

Near the guard, in finely etched in Norse runes, where only Cinaed will notice, it says: Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

"You'll never have to choose between carrying a blade and keeping your strength again.” Gunnar softly says, looking into his lover’s eyes with complete adoration.

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Cinaed’s mouth drops open as Gunnar reveals the sword. A completely and utterly mesmerizing, beautiful weapon… fulfilled with such craftsmanship like the Prince has never seen. Not even in noble lands. Even Finan’s eyes go wide with surprise, his mouth dropping open.

“Oh… my god.” Cinaed gasps. His amber eyes dart all over the enchanting weapon, over all of its fine details, over the most beautiful carvings.

Where the wolf walks, the fox is never alone.

The prince slowly takes the sword as Gunnar hands it to him, and for the first time, it doesn’t burn. He doesn’t have to ward off the feeling, or feel the heaviness in his body.

“It’s not… iron.” Cinaed says almost solemnly, in such disbelief. It’s incredible. Unbelievable.

“Gunnar,” the prince says softly, his tears finally falling freely then. He bites his bottom lip and looks up into the Northman’s eyes.

“It… Oh my god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe this!”

It’s a formidable weapon. But it doesn’t … feel …heavy.

“Baby,” Cinaed whispers, carefully handing the sword to his father to admire before crashing into Gunnar and almost climbing up his body.

“I love you. I love you. Oh my god. I’m so happy…” the prince purrs. Take me home before I ravage you right here and now!

“Gunnar, this is…” Finan shakes his head. “You’ve outdone yourself. I’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”

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The Summer Moon

From the moment he was born, Finan always thought his second son was so beautiful. Amber eyes and very dark peach fuzz on his head — he reminded the Irishman why his dreaded arrangement wasn’t entirely bad. He was eighteen years old, his youngest son’s current age, and completely jaded — ungrateful, stubborn, ruthless. Foolish, even. And yet when Finan held that babe in his arms, he knew that love was possible for him.

He’d felt the same about Ronan, and then about Tora, and Runa. The boys have features he recognizes — mostly from his mother. And the girls — the features of the woman he loves most in the entire world. Angels from heaven. Gifts from the gods. They are all so perfect, and they fit so well together.

When Finan married Ronan and Björn, he could hardly hold it together. He knows this will be the same, but worse. He has a very fierce protectiveness over each of them — and yet for each child, the protectiveness is a little different. Ronan was his heir — his first child, an prionsa uasal, they called him. Ulaid’s every hope for its very prosperous future, and the celebrations in the streets lasted for weeks. That was nearly twenty years ago.

When Cinaed was born, he was the second son, but he was no less celebrated. After all, the prospect of another son was supposed to be God’s greatest gift to any man. Finan couldn’t think that way. All he felt was love for his beautiful little child, and he knew that the Prionsa na Rós would be as fierce as he was beautiful. He’d be a warrior, like Finan and his father before him.

The Irishman stands in the center of the meadow his second son had fallen in love with, and Gunnar’s approaching presence almost startles him from his thoughts. So tall and brooding, looking very handsome in the most dashing leathers. Their family and friends gather around them, and the ceremony will commence when the lovers come to stand before each other. Twilight’s horizon casts a purple glow all around them, a faint glimmer of the moonrise echoing in the air.

As Cinaed’s mother walks him to the center of the meadow to greet his father and perform the ceremony, Finan has to take a deep breath in through his nose to stay his emotions. The younger prince is in dashing leathers as well, a dark green peaking out from underneath them, his curls and features shimmering like he was bathed in moonlight as his mother whispers something to him and a wide, charming grin spreads across the prince’s face. Then, he gazes toward Gunnar, and the look on Cinaed’s face is unmistakable. Absolute love and devotion. Utter happiness. The Irishman doesn’t miss the look on the Northman’s face either, nor the fondness Cinaed’s mother shares for him as she instantly strides to Gunnar, taking his cheek and placing a kiss on the other one. As Ethne takes her leave to gather in the surrounding area nexts to the others, Finan’s gaze darts to both of the lovers, and Cinaed reaches for Gunnar’s hand even before the ceremony begins.

“Hi.” Cinaed says to Gunnar with a beaming smile.

“Þú lítur svo fallega út ... draumur hjartans míns.” The prince purrs, and Finan gives his son a wide eyed look. He remembers then that Cinaed learned Gunnar’s language. It’s a witness of complete devotion, yet again.

“Shall we begin?” Finan smirks at them.

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As he walks to the meeting place of the ceremony, the beautiful field of wildflowers bathed in moonlight, Gunnar feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. It feels like he has been waiting a lifetime for this moment, never mind that Cinaed and he have only been together for half a year. His wolf is already howling inside him, a moonlight serenade for his mate. Ragnar and Alfred walk beside him as he approaches the makeshift alter next Finan, offering the Irishman a warm smile. His hands are shaking he’s so excited to be reunited with his love. He shares a quiet look with Ragnar, as the King of Kattegat tucks his gift to his betrothed to his side, saving it until after the ceremony.

When Cinaed comes out of the forest with his brother and Björn beside him, Gunnar sucks in a breath. The way the moonlight falls on his handsome features, steals the Northman’s breath. He is pinching himself to be sure this is no dream and he is relieved that it is not, because surely he would not want to wake. Despite the wildflowers scent permeating the air, Gunnar still picks up the unmistakable scent of his mate, the sweetest honey with a hint of a fruity smell. The blue of Gunnar’s eyes almost glow in the moonlight as they fall on his beloved’s amber ones. Everything else ceases to exist but the man before him. The one who has claimed his heart so completely and irrevocably.

A grin lights up Gunnar’s face as Ethne approaches him and places a kiss on each of his cheeks. It means the world to him to have her and Finan’s blessing for this day, and allowing him to claim their son as his. Forever. As Cinaed takes his hand in his, Gunnar feels the unmistakable spark of energy surge between their hands. Almost as if Thor is touching them with his hammer.

“Hi, baby…” Gunnar softly says as he returns his mate’s beaming smile.

“Þú lítur heillandi út, hjarta mitt og sál.” Gunnar purrs to his love, giving his hand a squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He can already feel his body responding to the pull of the moon and the closeness of his beloved, as his smile deepens while he gazes in Cinaed’s eyes.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.”

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[cinaedofulaid]

As Gunnar says he’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, Cinaed lets out a breath and steps closer, a bit closer than he should but he doesn’t care. He needs the proximity, and they are still a few steps apart.

Finan raises his eyes to the lovers again and holds braided, colored cords within his fingers.

“Cinaed. Gunnar. Take one another’s hands… one on top of the other.”

When the two lovers do as requested, Finan lays the cord across their joined wrists. Blue for loyalty, steadfast as the sea that separates kingdoms. Silver for truth and honor, that the gods might find no falsehood in what is sworn here today. And crimson for love—the kind proven not by words, but by sacrifice; by the quiet choosing of one another, again and again.

“The gods have watched your steps long before this day.” Finan says, wrapping the cord once around their wrists.

“They have seen devotion that did not falter.”

A second turn.

“They have seen love that would not yield.”

A third.

“They have seen two hearts return to one another… even when fear, distance, and death itself stood in their path.”

Finan’s voice softens, and a little smirk dances across his lips.

“They have seen the way you reach for each other without thinking… even when you think you should not.”

Finan’s eyes flick up briefly, and Cinaed is watching the cord join them and Gunnar’s eyes like he had forgotten the whole world existed. Gunnar, for all his hardness, had not once looked away from the prince either. With deliberate hands, the Irishman ties the knot and rests his hands over there’s.

“Cinaed, son of my blood.” Finan says, voice catching for the briefest heartbeat before it steadies.

“Do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Gunnar your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

The prince absolutely beams, giving Gunnar a bright, loving smile as his amber eyes glow. “I do.”

Finan turns to the Northman. “Gunnar… do you stand here of your own free will, before gods and men alike, to give Cinaed your loyalty, your strength, your heart, and every day the gods are willing to grant you?”

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[gunnartjorvason]

His beloved’s eyes are absolutely mesmerizing, and Gunnar cannot turn his gaze away. They are glowing. Glowing brighter than he has ever seen. Brighter even than that first time he gazed upon them. Everything about his love steals his breath away. He knows they are surrounded by their friends and family. He spotted Revna standing off to the side with Runa in her arms, misty eyes watching the love between her father and the man he has chosen to spend his life with. Even the Lord of Bebbanburg is standing amongst the group with the mother of his child beside him and his son Lachlan in his arms. The man who sold them their first home, that has been their own personal sanctuary. A smile lifts the corners of Gunnar’s mouth when he imagines having the same with Cinaed. A son or a daughter, born of their blood. Created under the magic of the full moon.

As Cinaed steps closer to him, everything else fades away. He feels the lightening through their fingers as their hands rest upon one another. The same spark he felt the first time their hands brushed, when the prince arrived in Bebbanburg and Gunnar passed him a mug of wine. To think that was over six months ago, and that spark has never left them. It’s only gotten stronger as each day passes.

As the cords wrap around their hands, the fluttering in his stomach gets stronger. Finan’s words carry through, speaking of love, devotion and loyalty that Gunnar has felt from that first moment they laid eyes upon on another. Before he even knew how deep their love would become. A twinkle comes to his eyes as he remembers that first night they spent together in his chambers. It had been so long since Gunnar had felt a loving touch, haunted by the monsters of his past, but Cinaed had shown him patience and gentleness that lit his soul on fire. His lover was so eager to learn the ways to please his warrior regardless of his inexperience, and Gunnar showed him nothing but love and tenderness.

When Finan calls out his name, the trance his mate has over him is softly broken and a sheepish smile comes to Gunnar’s face. His heart feels like it’s about to pound out of his chest seeing the bright, loving smile on Cinaed’s face, reserved only for him. One he could never grow tired of seeing.

A grin lights up the Northman’s face, his icy blue eyes meeting the fire of his beloved. “I do.”

“Að eilífu... hjarta mitt, sál mín…"

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[cinaedofulaid]

“Then under the blessings of the gods… let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part. Do you have any words for one another?” Finan drawls softly as he releases their hands, trying to stay his emotions. As soon as he saw the mistiness of his own wife’s eyes, it was very difficult to control his own. To give away his baby, still so young in the scheme of the world… it’s intense. But he knows Gunnar will protect him. He already had. The Irishman is not fond of his ex-wife, and yet they share a nod and a small smile as Ethne lingers not far. An actualization for the blessing that came from even the darkest of times. The Irishman gazes over the many faces of the family he holds so dear, especially his little girls near their mother, and Uhtred with his beautiful son.

“Um, yes.” Cinaed says softly. He’s never been one to be the center of attention, so this is a little difficult for him — but he can speak to Gunnar in a language all their own, and focus on their proximity as he steps a little closer.

Looking up to Gunnar with a sultry amber gaze, the prince rubs his lips together before he speaks to him in a soft tone.

“Ég hef elskað þig frá fyrstu stundu. Kannski að eilífu, áður en við hittumst nokkurn tímann. Ég gæti aldrei ímyndað mér lífið án þín aftur ... og það væri mér heiður að helga þér líf mitt. Að gefa þér allt sem þú hefur alltaf dreymt um, ástin mín. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu.” The prince purrs, giving Gunnar a bashful little smile as the Northman takes his hand to Cinaed’s cheek. The prince closes his eyes and nuzzles into it, placing his own hand over it, his body craving him so deeply in this moment.

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[gunnartjorvason]

Let the two of you be one, bonded under the full moon, and never to part….

Hearing Finan’s words, binding them together under the Gods sends a rush through Gunnar’s body. Even though they have already claimed one another time and again, it somehow feels different now that it’s recognized by their family and friends. Almost sacred and reverent compared to the feral, primal claims he has already made on his mate. Gunnar smiles as he feels his wolf howling in response, and his mate’s purr echoing through their pair bond.

My husband…

As his beloved speaks to him with that sultry amber gaze, Gunnar gives him his complete attention. The melody of the Norse words bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to his heart. He loves that they can share the intimacy of his language, knowing only a hand full of people will understand what they are saying. Taking his hand to Cinaed’s cheek, his heart melts as his mate, his husband, nuzzles into it. His mate’s scent getting even stronger as it wraps around them, even chasing away the overpowering scent of the wildflowers surrounding them. Gunnar breathes deep, feeling a sense of love, and home coming over him.

“Ég vissi ekki hvað það þýddi að lifa fyrr en ég hitti þig. Þú rakst myrkrið á brott og varst mér ljós í myrkrinu. Þú vaktir upp hliðar á mér sem ég vissi ekki einu sinni að væru til. Þú hefur staðið við hlið mér í gegnum allar þær raunir sem við höfum gengið í gegnum, og í hvert sinn hefur ást okkar aðeins orðið sterkari. Þú hefur gefið mér meira en ég taldi nokkurn tímann mögulegt, og þú heldur því áfram. Ég hlakka til að sjá hvaða nýju ævintýri bíða okkar, því ég veit að við munum upplifa þau saman. Ég mun elska þig að eilífu... í þessu lífi og því næsta.“ Gunnar purrs in a low tone as his hand stays against his mate’s cheek. The warmth of their bodies already mingling as the moon raises higher in the sky. Gunnar can feel his wolf getting restless, eager to claim his husband and put a pup inside him now that they are joined as one in front of Gods and men.

Leaning in, Gunnar softly whispers in Cinaed’s ear, “I have something special for you…” But before he presents his gift, he claims his husband’s lips in a deep, soul searing kiss. He will present it to his beloved once Finan completes the ceremony.

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[cinaedofulaid]

Finan is baffled to see them speak to each other in such complete Norse sentences. Cinaed had dedicated himself to it, surely. It sounds as flawless as Gunnar’s, with a slight twinge in the accent that just can’t be removed. The Irishman chuckles as they kiss before even being beckoned to.

“There will be a feast in Bebbanburg’s Hall in your honor,” the Irishman smiles brightly at them as the lovers finally part from their kiss.

“… tomorrow.” Finan adds, with a little wink.

Cinaed lets a little tear slip onto his cheek as he closes the distance between him and the Northman again, his body running so hot for him. Gods, it’s been torture keeping it concealed. He’s so feral for him, and thankfully a bit of ale before the ceremony helped a little, but not much. He just wants to keep his hands on him.

“I love you,” Cinaed beams, the purr evident just beneath his voice, his eyes sparkling with such excitement. He’s so relieved that the festivities will resume tomorrow.

“For me?” The prince purrs to Gunnar. “What do you possibly have that you haven’t already given? You’ve just given me the world.”

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