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Caged Birds - Part One -

**So I got an itch to write some Draco Malfoy  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ How you doin?**

Pairing: Draco/Original Female Character (Adeline Maxwell)

Rating: Currently Teen but Mature in the future

Tags: Arranged Marriage, Romance, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut

Cold. Rainy. Dreadful.

Those were the words that she would use to describe everything about this day. Adeline pressed her forehead delicately against the cool glass window and stared at a few raindrops running in front of her face. This stretch of road seemed to go on forever but now she could see the trees slowly begin to part and all at once a massive house came into view.

“Malfoy Manor, Lady Maxwell,” the driver announced, and she sat up a bit straighter.

The car turned into a stretching driveway surrounded all the way by large, lush gardens and hedges. She wished to see them in the sunlight, when the world wasn’t covered in a layer of clouds. She thought they would be beautiful that way.

The chauffer navigated nimbly around the circular fountain right in the middle of the driveway, coming to a stop perfectly in front of the mansion. She heard the driver’s door open and close but Adeline didn’t move. Her own door was pulled open gently and a hand was held out.

“We’ve arrived, M’Lady.”

That was enough to snap her out of her trance. Adeline placed her hand gently in the outstretched one and pulled herself slowly out of the vehicle.

“Thank you, Henry,” she nodded toward the man. Without hesitation, a large black umbrella was opened and stretched out over her head. “My bags?” She questioned, smoothing out the bottom of her dress.

“They’ll be taken up after you’re settled in, M’lady.”

Adeline nodded. She knew the answer to that question already but a part of her was trying to buy a bit of time, standing in the shadow of the intimidating building. She supposed there was no point in delaying the inevitable and began walking towards the arched front doors. Henry was at her side, holding the umbrella closely over her to avoid any bit of water soiling her hair or clothing, but she still felt as if in this moment, she had never been more alone.

After what felt like an eternity, she was face to face with the front entrance of Malfoy Manor. She stared at her reflection in the snake's head doorknockers but before Henry reached out to use them, the door was swung open to reveal a small, disheveled looking house elf.

“Come in, Mistress,” she squeaked, “Master Malfoy is waiting for you in the library.”

Adeline nodded to the elf and turned to Henry.

“Well,” she cleared her throat, “I suppose this is goodbye.” The chauffer made no moves to try and hide the tears obviously beginning in the corner of his crinkled brown eyes. “Would a hug be terribly inappropriate?” The old man chuckled softly but nodded his head. Adeline’s face fell, “Right, I probably already knew that.”

“You’ll be alright M’Lady. They’ll make sure of it.” Henry squeezed her shoulder gently and then closed the door behind him before he could make too much of a spectacle.

“Follow Dottie, please,” the house elf muttered, and Adeline obeyed. They passed several rooms decorated with statues and portraits, one with a large grand piano in the middle, a huge spiraling wooden staircase, and a candle-lit dining room before coming to a stop. “Master’s in here,” Dottie motioned toward the closed doors. Adeline tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear before the she was led into the room. “Master,” the little elf’s voice trembled, “Dottie is pleased to present Mistress Adeline Maxwell.”

Dottie moved to the side to allow her master to better see their new house guest. Adeline stepped foreward cautiously, her hands clasped in front of her. Draco closed the tome in his lap and cast his eyes toward her, slowly traveling the length of her body up and back down. A small smile curved the corner of his mouth.

“Hello,” he stood from the armchair. “It’s nice to finally meet you Lady Maxwell.” Adeline accepted his outstretched hand and was surprised when he immediatly leaned down to plant a small kiss on the back of hers. She cleared her throat.

“And you as well, Master Malfoy.”

“Please,” he scoffed at the name, “Call me Draco. Dottie!” He barked, “Prepare a room for Lady Maxwell. The big one, in the west corridor.” Dottie scrambled at his order, peeping out a quick ‘yes, Master’ before vanishing into thin air. “You’ll be staying in your own room, only until after the wedding of course, can’t have anyone thinking we are anything less than a proper couple now can we?” Draco chuckled.

“I’m not sure a ‘proper couple’ would only be meeting a week before their wedding,” Adeline sweetly smiled, “But then again, a traditional couple would, wouldn’t they?”

Draco raised his eyesbrows at her response, taken back by it. “I suppose so,” he shrugged. “Arranged marriages are traditionally the way things work in the inner circles of pure blood families. Do you have a problem with marrying me?” He asked and Adeline felt that he was genuinely curious. She thought for a moment.

“I don’t know you,” she finally answered honestly.

“Then let’s get to know each other,” Draco said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Sit, have a cup of tea, and ask me anything you’d like.”

Adeline accepted his invitation, sitting in the arm chair directly across from the one Draco was occupying earlier. He poured two cups of tea from the small table between them and offered one to her. “Milk or sugar?” He asked.

“Milk, thank you.” He poured a small splash into her cup. Adeline delicately took it from him and stirred it absent mindedly, magic dripping from her fingertips without the use of a wand.

“I heard you were blessed with incredible ability,” Draco awed, “wandless magic is quite impressive.” Adeline locked eyes with him but said nothing. “What is suddenly occupying your mind?”

“I’m just thinking about what I want to know about you.”

Adeline took a sip of her tea, her tongue running across the seam of her lips while she thought. “You attended Hogwarts?” She finally asked and Draco nodded. “Slytherin house I’m assuming?” He nodded again. “What was your favorite course? Was there anything you were particullary skilled at?”

Draco sat back against his chair. “I enjoyed potions mainly because of the professor but I was a skilled in most courses.” She nodded.

“Did you have a girlfriend while you were in school?”

Draco nearly choked at her boldness. “I… I didn’t have a girlfriend per se.”

Adeline tilted her head. “If not ‘per se’ then what was it?”

Draco though about all those years of Pansy Parkinson following him like a lost puppy. “She was a girl that liked me and I allowed her to be around. That was all.”

“You didn’t date, then? Didn’t have a girl that you liked as much as she liked you?”

“No,” Draco shifted in his seat. “I was promised a beautiful woman to be my wife two years before I attended my first year of Hogwarts. There was no point in silly school crushes or girlfriends when I knew I was spoken for.”

Adeline seemed satisfied with that answer. Draco knew there was no point in asking her the same questions. She was sent to Beaubaxtons with the express purpose of keeping her away from other men. He was also kept up to date on most of her actions throughout her life, even if she wasn’t given the same luxury. He knew what courses she was taking, who she was friends with, where she went on most nights. He was always aware of what she got up to, she just never knew it.

“What do you want, or rather,” she corrected herself, “what do you expect from our marriage?”

Draco wondered how honest he should be with her. If he truly delved deeply into his wants and expectations, she might never look at him the same way again.

“I want us to respect one another. I need a partner to share my home and life with and I want a wife to fulfill the duties that she is designed for.”

“And those duties would be…?” Adeline trailed off.

“Well, duties of the marital bed of course.” Draco smirked. “But don’t worry, I want to satisfy as much as I want to be satisfied.” His fingers danced delicatly aganst the smooth fabric of his dress trousers and she couldn’t help but watch them move nimbly as he tapped.

“Do you believe in love?” Was her final question, and the one that resonated with him the most. He wasn’t sure if he believed in love but he believed in a life where they could enjoy each other’s company.

“I believe that you and I will become very, very close.”

“Mistress Maxwell’s room is ready, Master,” Dottie’s squeaking voice interupted and he made no effort to hide his rolling eyes.

“Show Mistress to her new room,” Draco ordered, “and draw a hot bath for her after you’ve given her the tour.” He turned his attention back to Adeline. “We can continue this at dinner if you wish. Go get settled.”

“Follow Dottie, please.”

Adeline obeyed and followed the small elf as she scampered quickly up the stairs and down the corridor. Adeline wanted to stop and admire every room, every work of art on the walls, but she knew that if she did she might get lost in the massive manor.

Finally, Dottie stopped in front of a dark set of wooden double doors. Dottie paused only briefly to make sure Adeline was still behind her and opend them, revealing the most ornately decorated bedroom she had ever seen. Each and every square foot of the room was a dark marble, accented with silver and emerald. Several bookcases covered the walls, reaching the entire length of the floor to the ceiling and a roaring fireplace was centered in front of the canopied bed.

“Mistress’s clothes are in the closet,” Dottie pointed to a second set of doors on the left of the room, “along with some things that Master purchased prior to her arrival. I’ll prepare your bath while you pick out something to wear for dinner, Mistress.”

Dottie scampered off through the third and final set of doors in the room, revealing even more dark marble and a large clawfoot bathtub in the very center of the bathroom. Almost immediatly the room was filled with the scent of vanilla and dozens of white candles were lit around the bubble filled tub. It looked positively divine and she couldn’t wait to slip into the hot water.

“Dottie, I’m not sure what to wear. Would you mind choosing something for me?” The little elf enthusiastically nodded yes.

“I always chose Mistress Malfoy’s clothes, it would be an honor to do so for you, young Mistress. Do you need help getting undressed?” Adeline shook her head.

“No, thank you. You may go.”

“Yes Mistress,” Dottie nodded, “I’ll be back in a moment or two with your clothing.”

When Adeline was finally alone she wasted no time ridding herself of her clothes and sinking neck-deep in the hot water. She audibly sighed, the warmth easing the tension from her muscles and lulling her almost to sleep. Perhapse she did fall asleep, because the next she knew Dottie’s little hands were washing and combing through her long hair.

“Mistress has beautiful hair,” she complimented. “Much prettier than Mistress Malfoy’s if you don’t mind Dottie saying.” Adeline laughed. Truly laughed for the first time in days.

“Thank you, Dottie,” she chuckled and Dottie smiled.

“Dottie picked a black gown for Mistress, undergarments and some shoes.” She pointed to the items laid neatly across the bench in the bathroom. “Master Malfoy requested something nice.” Adeline couldn’t help but notice the black lace that seemed to adorn every item except the black heels.

“Are we having guests this evening?” She questioned the house elf but Dottie shook her head.

“No Mistress, Master just wanted you to look your best.” Adeline’s stomach tied in knots. He was already treating her like a trophy to be displayed. There for him to enjoy looking at and nothing else. She slowly stood from the water and a robe was tied around her magically.

She ran her fingers across the clothes laid out, they were silk and obviously of high quality but they were not hers. Adeline remembered Dottie saying Draco had purchased some clothing for her before she arrived.

‘It figures he would have bought lignerie’ she thought, holding up a very lacy bra and panty set. She put it on anyway, not hating the way it made her look and feel much more confident than she usually did in her own undergarments. Dottie helped her slip the gown over head and zip it up, though it left her shoulders and a portion of her back exposed. She put on the red-bottomed heels last and gazed at herself in the mirror.

She looked expensive. She felt expensive.

Finally Dottie dried and straightened her dark hair with a snap of her fingers. “Mistress is ready?” She questioned. Adeline took a deep breathe and nodded, following Dottie back out of the bedroom.

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Is this fandom even still alive?

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Of course we are ! I know I am 😂 Come and read my stories, honey.

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I will have to!

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Is this fandom even still alive?

[bluearchersstuff]

Kind of.

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Oh, hello! It’s nice to see an old face!

[bluearchersstuff]

Hi! Welcome back! How are you doing?

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I’m well! I’ve missed writing.

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Is this fandom even still alive?

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Kind of.

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Oh, hello! It’s nice to see an old face!

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Is this fandom even still alive?

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you're so cool and nice and such an amazing writer, I love everything you write, please never stop <3 Love you.

Oh my goodness, thank you ❤️ I’ve been struggling with it lately, my things just haven’t been getting the notes the used to, so this really helped ❤️

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Winter Weight ▾ Hvitserk R.

Rating: General (All Ages)

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Fluff… just cuddly, Hvitty fluff.

It had been a long day. 

A blast of cold air whipped into the room as Hvitserk entered his home and he shut the door quickly behind him. It was dark, well past sundown, so he wasn’t surprised to find you curled around yourself in the large bed. He always loved to come home to you keeping his bed nice and warm. He burrowed under the covers, his head nuzzling closer to find a comfortable place to lay on your torso. 

Most of the time he would be asleep within seconds of coming to bed but he seemed restless tonight. He tossed and turned side to side on your chest and stomach, shuffling to try and get settled. Finally, you’d had enough and sat up, his head dropping heavily to lay on your lap. 

“What is the problem?” You questioned, your fingers idly played with long strands of his hair. 

“You’re not as soft as you used to be,” he huffed. 

He almost resembled a small child with the way his lower lip jutted out and he folded his arms. It had been a difficult winter and you knew that you’d lost weight but you’d thought it wasn’t enough for Hvitserk to notice. It seemed rather foolish, now. 

“I can feel your ribs now, and your stomach is smaller,” he poked at the places in question. “You need to put some weight back on.” 

You wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he sounded, telling his woman that she needed to gain weight, but you settled for giving him the most convincing smile you could muster. 

“I will,” you assured, “the earth just need to warm up a little. Come spring I will be back to my usual shape.” 

“What am I supposed to do until then?” The pouting continued, “You’re not comfortable to lay on… Oh, Wait!” 

You didn’t really have time to respond because Hvitserk was reaching under your waist to flip you over onto your stomach. He gave your backside a quick smack before nuzzling against it, happy sighs escaping his lips. His hands wrapped protectively around your upper thighs and you could only roll your eyes at his new sleeping position. 

“At least your ass is still fat.” 

You’d hit him for that in the morning. 

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Winter Weight ▾ Hvitserk R.

Rating: General (All Ages)

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Fluff... just cuddly, Hvitty fluff.

It had been a long day. 

A blast of cold air whipped into the room as Hvitserk entered his home and he shut the door quickly behind him. It was dark, well past sundown, so he wasn’t surprised to find you curled around yourself in the large bed. He always loved to come home to you keeping his bed nice and warm. He burrowed under the covers, his head nuzzling closer to find a comfortable place to lay on your torso. 

Most of the time he would be asleep within seconds of coming to bed but he seemed restless tonight. He tossed and turned side to side on your chest and stomach, shuffling to try and get settled. Finally, you’d had enough and sat up, his head dropping heavily to lay on your lap. 

“What is the problem?” You questioned, your fingers idly played with long strands of his hair. 

“You’re not as soft as you used to be,” he huffed. 

He almost resembled a small child with the way his lower lip jutted out and he folded his arms. It had been a difficult winter and you knew that you’d lost weight but you’d thought it wasn’t enough for Hvitserk to notice. It seemed rather foolish, now. 

“I can feel your ribs now, and your stomach is smaller,” he poked at the places in question. “You need to put some weight back on.” 

You wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he sounded, telling his woman that she needed to gain weight, but you settled for giving him the most convincing smile you could muster. 

“I will,” you assured, “the earth just need to warm up a little. Come spring I will be back to my usual shape.” 

“What am I supposed to do until then?” The pouting continued, “You’re not comfortable to lay on... Oh, Wait!” 

You didn’t really have time to respond because Hvitserk was reaching under your waist to flip you over onto your stomach. He gave your backside a quick smack before nuzzling against it, happy sighs escaping his lips. His hands wrapped protectively around your upper thighs and you could only roll your eyes at his new sleeping position. 

“At least your ass is still fat.” 

You’d hit him for that in the morning. 

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Is anyone else having trouble with custom Tumblr themes? It won’t save mine and I want to rip my hair out!!

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@staff are you fucking kidding me right now?! You’re limiting text posts to 100 text blocks (aka paragraphs). What the absolute fuck.

Since you couldn’t take out fanfic writers with the purge so you’re just fucking up formatting for text posts until they leave? Is that your plan?

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Would this count as a text block?

100 is a lot unless you write a lot of dialogue.  I wonder if just linking fics on my word press would work because god damn this site is making things difficult.  It’s like they’re trying to have people not use it.

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I’m so over this shithole

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Does Tumblr just have it out for Fanfic writers? Is the Tumblr staff secretly Anne Rice or something?

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Heads up writers

@kittenofdoomage @captain-rogers-beard @siren-kitten-his @angryschnauzer @maeve-curry-writes @deandoesthingstome @impala-dreamer @outside-the-government @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @plumfondler @blacktithe7 @supernatural-jackles @impalaimagining

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FFS you’re joking me?

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@noona-clock @xtemptaetionx @bisexualstevierogers @5sosdrfluke

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yeah I noticed this, and I completely hate it lmao because I do write a lot of dialogue and I write small paragraphs for easy readability ): I might have to post everything on AO3 and just link it on here :/

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Well, this is the new tea and I hate it.

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Gettin’ real tired of your shit, Tumblr.

@staff @support

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FUCK YOU @staff

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Welp. So this is a thing now.

The title apparently counts as one line since it wouldn’t let me go past 99.

Seriously @staff ????

IMPORTANT EDIT

EVERYONE CALM DOWN!!!

I tried this on desktop and did not hit a limit. It looks like a limitation of mobile posts.

I didn’t bother going past 543 because ain’t nobody got time for that, but there is no 100 block limit on desktop. You’re just going to have to post your fics on your computer or through your mobile web browser instead of the app.

Please reblog this version of the post so that people don’t totally freak out

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I miss having more time to write... I love my son more than life, don’t get me wrong, but I miss having the creative mind and time to write...

My mind died with the pregnancy brain and I’m struggling getting it back.

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Jealous and possessive dark!hvitserk or fluffy daddy!Ubbe? ... choices, choices...

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Old Love Dies Hard ▾ Hvitserk

Pairing: Hvitserk x Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Words: 1,200+

Tags & Warnings: Angst, Domestic, Death, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Smut 

Author’s Note: Have some old lovers, pining Hvitserk, fluffy smut! =]

“(Y/n)!” A voice called out to her from a few feet back, nearly drowned in the hustle and bustle of Kattegat streets. She recognizes it as a son of Ragnar immediately but doesn’t realize it is Hvitserk until he is pulling her into his arms. He holds her close, a large palm resting on the back of her head so he can whisper in her ear. “I heard about Asleifr. I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

(Y/n) laughs, dry and cold, nothing like her usual self at all. He steps back when her palms push on his chest but keeps one hand firmly grasped on her wrist. His eyebrows furrow in that adorable puppy dog way she usually adores but her heart is far too broken to be enchanted right now.

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Time zone reblog

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Old Love Dies Hard ▾ Hvitserk

Pairing: Hvitserk x Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Words: 1,200+

Tags & Warnings: Angst, Domestic, Death, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Smut 

Author’s Note: Have some old lovers, pining Hvitserk, fluffy smut! =]

“(Y/n)!” A voice called out to her from a few feet back, nearly drowned in the hustle and bustle of Kattegat streets. She recognizes it as a son of Ragnar immediately but doesn’t realize it is Hvitserk until he is pulling her into his arms. He holds her close, a large palm resting on the back of her head so he can whisper in her ear. “I heard about Asleifr. I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

(Y/n) laughs, dry and cold, nothing like her usual self at all. He steps back when her palms push on his chest but keeps one hand firmly grasped on her wrist. His eyebrows furrow in that adorable puppy dog way she usually adores but her heart is far too broken to be enchanted right now.

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Time zone reblog

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Old Love Dies Hard ▾ Hvitserk

Pairing: Hvitserk x Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Words: 1,200+

Tags & Warnings: Angst, Domestic, Death, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Smut 

Author’s Note: Have some old lovers, pining Hvitserk, fluffy smut! =]

“(Y/n)!” A voice called out to her from a few feet back, nearly drowned in the hustle and bustle of Kattegat streets. She recognizes it as a son of Ragnar immediately but doesn’t realize it is Hvitserk until he is pulling her into his arms. He holds her close, a large palm resting on the back of her head so he can whisper in her ear. “I heard about Asleifr. I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

(Y/n) laughs, dry and cold, nothing like her usual self at all. He steps back when her palms push on his chest but keeps one hand firmly grasped on her wrist. His eyebrows furrow in that adorable puppy dog way she usually adores but her heart is far too broken to be enchanted right now.

Keep reading

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Hi 😊 I just saw you mentioned that your old blog was @cherrytrinkets. Is that right? I love Halfdan fics and I once read a post where someone mentioned a Halfdan-fic by @cherrytrinkets called "You're gonna get it". I searched for it but could not find it. I'd love to read it. Could you please help me with this? Have you still posted it somewhere? Thank you so much in any case. 😊

Hi, beauty! That was indeed my old blog. I will have to search my computer and see if I can find that fic! =] I will tag you if I can!

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Old Love Dies Hard ▾ Hvitserk

Pairing: Hvitserk x Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Words: 1,200+

Tags & Warnings: Angst, Domestic, Death, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Smut 

Author’s Note: Have some old lovers, pining Hvitserk, fluffy smut! =]

“(Y/n)!” A voice called out to her from a few feet back, nearly drowned in the hustle and bustle of Kattegat streets. She recognizes it as a son of Ragnar immediately but doesn’t realize it is Hvitserk until he is pulling her into his arms. He holds her close, a large palm resting on the back of her head so he can whisper in her ear. “I heard about Asleifr. I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

(Y/n) laughs, dry and cold, nothing like her usual self at all. He steps back when her palms push on his chest but keeps one hand firmly grasped on her wrist. His eyebrows furrow in that adorable puppy dog way she usually adores but her heart is far too broken to be enchanted right now.

“Don’t be sorry,” (y/n) shakes her head, “It was just the ending of a sentence that was already written.” She feels herself being pulled away from the market, closer to the edge of the forest where they played as children.

“I never really wanted to marry Asleifr. I didn’t love him.”

He isn't sure if she is talking for her own benefit or for his but he hums as a response anyway and leads her further into the woods. When they reach the destination, a calm little meadow known only to them, she allows her body to fall upon him in the way he already knew she needed.

Hvitserk’s back rests against a large tree trunk and he intertwines their legs, only the sound of the rushing spring in the background. He cradles her softly in his strong arms, his war-torn hands massaging her back. He expects her to cry, wants her to even, so that she can begin to deal with her grief, but she doesn’t.

“Do you remember when we first found this place?”

He immediately flashes back to when they were young teens, lost in the woods and in each other. He remembers his gangly limbs and her small girlish figure, nothing like the gorgeous and shapely woman she was now. His hand brushes lightly against the curve of her hip in question.

“Yes, I believe it was that same summer that I made you a woman.” She smiles as she recalls that warm night he had taken her for the first time, right in the very meadow they were sitting in. They were young and awkward, hands everywhere and nowhere they were supposed to be, but it was perfect.

“I made you a man far more than you made me a woman,” she teases.  

“And I would have to agree,” Hvitserk chuckles but it doesn’t last long. “It was that winter your father sent you away to your aunt.”

She remembers that, too. It was three long years before her father came back to get her and when she returned, Ragnar and his sons were already far gone on an expedition to England.

“Father was always so determined to keep me away from the arms of a Ragnarsson...” she doesn’t finish her sentence, just leaves it hanging because she knows the irony of it. “It seems like so long ago now.”

They settle in the silence, both of them knowing there was so much to say but not knowing how.

“Before, when you said you didn’t want to marry Asleifr?” It’s a fresh wound and he knows he shouldn’t be poking at it, but he can’t help himself. “Why did you?” (y/n) stiffens in his arms.

"I could tell you the truth but do you really want it?"

It's a sincere question, and Hvitserk isn't sure how to answer it so he just nods.

"I married him because I couldn't marry you."

There it was. Everything he had always wondered and hoped for laying right in front of him. He wants to laugh and cry at the same time. He feels a tremendous weight lifted from his shoulders but a new one settles right in his chest.

"Father liked Asleifr," she continues, "He was a farmer, from a stable and honest family. When I came back to Kattegat he was here and you were gone." She says it like it's the simplest thing in the world and it almost angers him.

"So you married him because it was easy?"

She pulls away from him now but doesn't go far, kneeling between his legs so she can look him in the eyes.

"Nothing about my life has been easy, Hvitserk." He knows the heavy truth in that statement. "My mother died years ago and when father died last winter I thought I would at least have Asleifr." She pauses. "He wasn't the best husband but at least I wasn't alone."

Hvitserk doesn’t think, just pulls her to him and presses his lips heavily against hers. His thumbs caress her cheekbones. brushing away tears that are now falling freely from her eyes. The salty taste mixes against their lips but they don’t care, too lost in years of wishing to be in each other’s embrace again. Her hands come to rest on his wrists and she holds on tightly, afraid that if she lets go of him she would wake up and he would be gone.

She breaks the kiss to breathe, her lungs burning from the current mix of emotions. He continues, peppering kisses along her forehead, cheeks, nose and neck.

"You are not alone," he hushes and kisses the shell of her ear, "As long as I am living you will never be alone."

(y/n) kisses him again, putting everything she wants to say into it. She straddles his hips, her hands pushing underneath his tunic. He lets her explore him, her fingers playing along the well-defined divots in his abdomen that certainly weren't there when they were teens.

"We don't need to do this." He wants to make that clear when she starts to untie his trousers. She ignores him, undoing the ties and tugging them down to his knees. His cock springs free and she immediately moves back to her previous position. Hvistserk has no more interruptions and helps her gather her skirts as she lowers herself onto him.

"Oh fuck," he curses as she sinks down in one sweep. She stays still for a moment, both of them lost in the feeling of being whole again. She whimpers from the stretch she hasn't felt in years and he slots their lips together once again.  "I love you," he breathes out, almost a whisper. "I have always loved you."  

It feels like the first all over again but this time isn't rushed or filled with fumbling fingers. This time it is two soul-bound lovers finally discovering each other again. She rocks softly against him, neither one having the stamina or need to rush. When he meets his end so does she, milking him deeply into her.

She lies on his chest while they steady their breathing, his heart beating strong under her palm.

“I’ve missed you."

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