An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Horizon (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aloy/Ikrie (Horizon) Characters: Ikrie (Horizon), Lauvuk (Horizon), Original Characters, Aloy (Horizon) Additional Tags: One Shot, Post-HZD The Frozen Wilds, Established Relationship, POV Second Person, Angst, Yearning, Fear of Abandonment, some Ikrie-on-machine violence, the Lodge made it into this one don't ask me how, funky cat nose swab results at work named this fic Summary:
Better than most, you know: the Cut is unforgiving. It keeps many things. Here, you cast no shadow. You make no sound. Your footsteps are swept away before anyone could follow. Who will sing of Ikrie, ice-hunter? Her failing, fading werak of one? Because that’s what you are, isn’t it? Discordance. From your first breath, the clashing notes in other people’s harmony: unclaimed infant, undesirable girl, uncompromising woman. The one who returned but did not survive the glacier. Tell them I was lost.
Remaining in the Cut, Ikrie struggles with Aloy's absence and her uncertain future.













