#norfonse

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I'm back in the building with these two.

[norrie-in-askr]

It's Dawn!

Dawn had swept across Zenith, the sun barely peeking out from the horizon. Although almost everyone in the Order was asleep, there was a certain prince who woke up at this ungodly hour.

Normally, Alfonse would wake up at around this time and prepare for early sword practice -- perhaps even spar with any of the heroes that were awake. However, there was currently one obstacle he had to overcome.

The tiny tactician who currently had a death grip on him.

Ever since the two became a couple, Alfonse suggested that they share a bed. He was afraid to admit this to Norrie, but the prince had been experience a reoccurring nightmare involving her death, so seeing her snoozing peacefully would help calm his nerves whenever he woke up.

He did not know that sleeping with Norrie was essentially sleeping with a fluffy cat. She had her arms wrapped around his chest while her legs were tangled with his. Basically, it was an impossible knot of limbs that Alfonse was trapped under.

He would never dare to wake up the slumbering tactician. Norrie already had too much difficulty falling asleep as it is, he would hate to reduce her sleep time even more. But... his sword practice...

As he began to plot a way to escape Norrie's grip, the prince was interrupted by a tiny murmur. He looked down and could faintly hear Norrie mumbling some sort of nonsense.

"Mm... love you..."

Curious, the Askran prince stroked her hair. "Hm? Who do you love...?"

"Alfie..." Came the quiet reply of his beloved.

Alfonse felt his heart melt at the sudden realization of what had just occurred.

He never even thought he would ever experience such domesticity in his life. After shutting his heart out all those years, Norrie managed to make her way through and the prince was ever so grateful for her.

Here they were, sharing a bed. They would get up and get dressed together. Norrie would help him with his armor, while Alfonse would make sure Norrie's bow is tight enough. Perhaps they could brush each other's hair as they prepare for the day. Better yet, they could be on kitchen duty together and cook breakfast together. Sure, they were at war, but there was some sort of domestic charm to all those actions.

He was interrupted again when he heard the familiar whimpering of his tiny tactician. She seemed to nuzzle herself closer into Alfonse, shivering slightly.

Acting quickly, the Askran prince covered her up with another layer of blanket, and she sooned settled back down. He placed a gentle kissed on her forehead as he closed his eyes.

"Rest well, Norrie..."

Sword practice can wait.

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I look into your eyes and I Think back to the son of mine You're as old as he was When I left for war

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Bet that byleth is going to grab Claude by his ear and make him be alfonse’s sparing partner for getting norrie smitten with him.

I’m sure it’ll be a fine matchup~

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Alfonse is going to get jealous of Claude for getting norrie’s attention.

“Alfonse? Oh no! He’s only a little jealous!”

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A4 for more and alfonse!

Haha just. More Alfonse. We need more!

This is also canon though. Norrie is super shy so giving kisses from behind is her specialty!

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Possibilities

One of my many upcoming Norfonse drabbles. We’ve got a pregnant Norrie dealing with some anxiety~ 

Also, I mention @lunalove25‘s OC Freya and a little headcanon so shout out to you!

"Do you think it's a boy, or a girl? Or one of each?" The second half of that sentence caused the Askran prince to choke on his tea. "O-One of each? As in... twins?" He sputtered, catching Norrie's uncertain gaze. "I'm afraid it's a possibility." Her hand rubbed atop her stomach, and she smiled when she received a kick in response. Unfortunately, her giddiness was short lived. "Just the idea of two births makes me feel a little anxious..." Upon hearing her quiet remark, Alfonse took Norrie’s hand. "It will be alright, love. I promise.” He gave her hand a soft squeeze. “The odds of two births is quite slim. Even so..." Then, his hand lowered to her stomach. He couldn’t help the warm smile tug at his lips when he felt a kick. "...you are a strong, capable woman, and you have all of us to support you." His words brought a blush to the tactician's cheeks. Despite having been praised by so many heroes this far into the world, she still became a flustered mess -- especially when it came from her beloved prince. She looked away, eyeing the empty tea cup she finished. "I... thank you, Alfonse. I know I can depend on you guys, but... I just... I wish you could be there when I'm in labor..." Her words were forlorn, and Alfonse watched as her shoulders slumped and her gaze was set downcast. "Oh, Norrie..." His whisper was barely audible, but the tactician heard it. "I will be waiting at the door for you. Besides, the room will be filled with healers! It won’t be so lonely." The reply failed to console Norrie, in fact, he spotted the tears brimming her eyes. Alfonse instantly regretted saying anything as he heard the familiar sniffling. "But it’s not you! They won’t hold my hand, or... or give me kisses to calm me down! I'm still going to be all alone!!" His wife sobbed. Tears streamed down her face as she made little effort to stop any of it. Although a simple comment would never make Norrie breakdown in such a manner, her pregnancy had made her more emotional. With that, came more anxiety, and, ultimately, more crying. Alfonse never minded, of course. He was always there to console her no matter what. "No, no, no!" He hurried over to remedy his mistake. "You will not be alone!" He spoke gently. "Isn't Freya a midwife? She did mention it to us a few days ago. We can ask her!" Norrie hiccuped, her lips jutting out in a pout as they trembled. "R-Really?" Alfonse smiled, wiping away her tears with a handkerchief. "Really. How about we ask her together when she and Sharena return from their mission?" This time, his response was met with an eager nod rather than tears. "Good." He finished wiping away her tears. "Thank you, dear." Norrie let out a sigh of relief, her free hand landed on her growing belly as it rumbled. "Er, in the meantime, can we have lunch? I'm hungry..." "Certainly! What would you like to eat?" "Cake! With sausage and tuna inside!" "Er... I'll see what I can do..."

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If norrie died because of the curse, I think that alfonse wouldn’t be able to look at baby Zach in the face because he reminds him of norrie so much.

I feel like Alfonse would be even more protective of his son, because this child is what he and Norrie had together. He may have failed his wife, but he would never fail his son. In fact, he pays a lot of attention to Zachy, making she he doesn't fall ill (Norrie had terrible health), get hurt, or fall prey to the enemy. Not only that, but Norrie constantly worried about Zachy, so leaving Alfonse's son behind would be like betraying Norrie. Overall, Alfonse is even more concerned about Zachy's safety and tries to be there for his son as a way to compensate for his failures.