Lagertha’s Mask mini comic (CW: Violence, strangulation)
For those who didn’t see my previous post this was a scene from a dream I had the other night in thing this was a cutscene I was watching. Felt very intense and stuck with me even once I woke up so I felt it deserved a comic adaption. Idk how well I managed to translate it but it was a lot in my dream!
I’ve never done a fan comic before so here’s a first!! Vilulf family lives in my head
i think my friends are tired of me going !! every time i see an ithaqua in a match. i have to funnel out all my love for him somehow, so i meshed all my daydreams together into this. hopefully i did the silly justice <3
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with your dear night watch being a borderline misanthrope, it’s safe to say that the two of you reside far from society and the people within it. you both live peacefully in the same little cabin he grew up in, tucked away in between a labyrinth of trees
unless he’s bedridden or dead, ithaqua will always leave a few hours after sundown to survey the woods surrounding your home. it’s to make sure any unwanted visitors know they’re not welcome—at least that’s what he says
truthfully, the nightly ritual is cathartic for him. he can’t let himself rest unless he’s sure that the only living, breathing people within the forest are the two of you and the two of you alone
he tends to bring you things from his treks out in the snow. it’s not something he consciously does, barely thinking whenever he plucks a perfectly frozen blossom from an outstretched branch. all he knows is that he saw the flicker of your smile in the way the moonlight caught against the frost, so he took it with him
in addition to all the little gifts he brings home, he likes making things for you as well. woodworking is one of the few things that he enjoys, and he’s quite good at it too
he whittles you birds from leftover firewood. small and cute, they’re perfect for the shelf above the fireplace. whenever the two of you nurse a stew above the flames, he can’t help the fuzzy swell of pride in his chest whenever his gaze falls toward the mantle
he’ll tease you about it though, despite the fact that he was the one that gave you (or made, in this case) all of those gifts in the first place. “so fond of little wooden birds… it doesn’t take much to make you happy, hm?”
the way he says it is a little mean, maybe, but itha’s always had a habit of teasing you. and besides! it’s ridiculously endearing to him to see you get all huffy
though, his grin never fails to stretch a little wider whenever you decide to bite back. he’ll always end up getting the upper hand eventually—he’s good at things like this—but the back and forth is fun
oh, and speaking of! he most definitely has a penchant for biting. no, i will not elaborate
,,i lied i will definitely elaborate. perhaps this is a bit out there, but the conclusion of ithaqua’s eighth deduction quest mentions an abandoned wooden hut with several books that had been chewed and torn. it’s never said explicitly, but i firmly believe that he gnawed on those books
like his little gift-gathering habit, it’s not something he actively thinks about. he’ll just start gnawing on his spoon as you talk about your day during dinner, or maybe chew on the cracked corners of his lips underneath his mask while he’s out hunting
there are even times where he lowers his nose into the crook of your neck and absentmindedly (but gently) presses his teeth into your shoulder. he’s just weird like that
he also very much enjoys the way it flusters you whenever he does so, but shh
be mindful if you’re scolding him with a finger held out in his direction. he has half the mind to lean down and bite it in the middle of your rant. he doesn’t, of course, but he’s tempted
while he doesn’t stop you from going into town every once in a blue moon, he will always attempt to talk you out of it. there’s no need for you to go outside of the forest, he can provide you with whatever you wish. all you need to do is ask
if you’re stubborn about it, he will eventually relent. despite his excessive protectiveness, the freedom for you to decide for yourself is important to him. he’ll always respect that, even if it’s something he disagrees with
that being said, he will follow you without your knowledge. he was too late to save his mother—he refuses to be late for you. call him paranoid, but he won’t take that risk
while he trusts you, he refuses to put any faith in others. what if they hurt you? suddenly decide to lock you away? he’d sooner bathe the cobblestone streets in blood than allow a single hair on your head to be harmed
ithaqua isn’t one for pet names, but if you ask him (or if he hears enough couples in town while trailing after you from afar), you’ll eventually notice him begin to call you things like ‘little bird’ or ‘hare’. perhaps not the most conventional, but he finds them fitting
if he’s feeling particularly protective or in softer moments during the evening, he’ll even throw in a little ‘my’ before each name. he just likes how it sounds
despite the two of you having been together for quite a bit, he places no stock in things like marriage or legal bindings. he loves you and you love him in return, yes? then why bother with silly things like that?
you don’t need some priest to tie the two of you together. you’re already bound to him, as he is to you. no matter what—regardless of how harsh the wind blows or how long the night is—he’ll always return to your side
buut if that sort of thing is particularly important to you, he’ll figure out a way to fulfill your wishes. maybe it’s a piece of matching jewelry the two of you can wear, all silvered and pretty under the glow of the moon. yeah… perhaps he’ll take a trip of his own to the town
why? ah, no reason. “it’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about,” he reassures one night, long fingers ruffling your hair before he disappears into the cold. he’ll be late, but he promises to be back before you wake up
a few months later, you eventually stumble across a simple ring looped through a thin strip of leather. it’s left in the center of the old wooden table where the two of you share your meals, a few frostbitten flowers laid out beside it
ITHA! I NEED ITHA FIRST KISS HEADCANONS, PLEASE! 😭😭
My wife showed me her Itha baby last night and I cried myself to sleep.
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Ithaqua has no idea what romance is like. Aside from stories his mother told him of lovers reuniting in the stars, or legends about lovers running away to live in freedom, he's got no clue.
So then, his first kiss is one you have to initiate, just a quick chaste kiss on his lips after he pulls after his mask, and he stares at you in wonder when you pull back. Not because he disliked it, but because he's asking you what that was, and why you did it...
After being informed, he nods once, and swoops in to kiss you just as you did him, before standing up straighter because he's proud of himself for reciprocating! Your stunned reaction just strokes his ego, and he smiles cockily while fixing his mask back on and leaving you there with wide eyes and a slack jaw.
He himself didn't react much to having his first kiss, but don't worry, he'll be reliving it in his mind anytime you're apart from then on.
It's probably fine... He definitely won't misuse the knowledge of what a kiss is to try out all sorts of kinds with you... (Lying).