#norire

[ask-hws-eire]

From bitter pasts to better futures.

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So! This little baby (in addition to all of my zine work really picking up go follow @lyrebird-zines for more info on that) is the reason why this blog has been so quiet recently! It all started from an ask exchange between me and the most wonderful amazing mun of @askanordic , @mwuuh about Norwegian and Danish vikings in Ireland, and from there we started talking and became friends (yay!) and soon we started talking about NorIre as a ship spawned the idea of doing this collab together!!!!

I’ve always headcanonned that Nations can only receive permanent scars from events that were extremely significant to their history or personhood in a way, and that in addition to this, that they can hide their scars at will as like a form of shape shifting if that makes sense. I’ve always loved the idea of nations having subtle otherworldly abilities like that. Most of the time they keep them hidden, but sometimes in the comfort of their home they prefer to not hide them. Which can lead to triggering of memories for both parties involved. Vanja’s part of the comic is set in the late 9th century during the viking raids of Irish monasteries. That tall tower is called a Round Tower, a building often found in monasteries, the key feature about them is that the door is several meters off the ground and could only be accessed by rope or ladders. There are several documents of these towers being used as shelters by Irish monks against the viking raids (although as in the comic, they sometimes didn’t work.) As for my part of the comic set in the modern day, I wanted to get the idea across that this issue of talking about the past is a long standing discussion between the two of them, especially because Ireland would often prefer biting his own tongue off than speaking up about something that’s been hurting or bothering him, while Norway pretends to not be affected by the past in order to not make Ireland feel like he has to hide his scars or can’t talk to him about bad memories and thus the unstoppable force met the immovable object. They’re getting there, slowly.

Thank you so much to Vanja for being so so patient with me while i got my half done and for doing this with me at all!!!! I had so much fun, thank u for your Norway :3

[teethhoarder]

First Pride hearts of the month! these ones for @apersonwholikeslotus

Ireland design by @hetagrammy

[ifindus]

I know you love scotnor, but what do you think about nor x ireland?

It's a fun pairing and I would love to see someone go more in-depth about their relationship as there is a lot of history here to pick from too, especially with the Norwegian vikings establishing Dublin. Not such an unlikely pair after all. I am in general very open to all Norway pairings, but this is one I would def like to see more of.

[hetagrammy]

Your teens can be tough when your first love also happens to be the person that burned down your abbey

@apersonwholikeslotus talking about NorIre got me in the mood to draw some

[doueverwonder]

Right Here

Pairing: IreNor

Warnings: None

Notes: *doesn't wait for an answer and instead just throws a Drabble at y'all* also this is supposed to be set like a long time ago, like viking-age-ish

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Molly woke to something brushing her face, her first thought was an animal had gotten in the house again. As she blinked the sleep from her eyes though, she saw Sigurd. He had reached out from where he lay not a foot away and was lightly tracing her face; Molly tried not to laugh. 

"What are you doing?" she asked softly, partially as her voice was still hoarse from disuse. 

"You have freckles like constellations" he said it as if it were one of the most normal things in the world to say. He didn't stop, and Molly decided she didn't want to stop him. Sigurd's hands were cold, they always were. Even on the tips of his fingers she could feel calluses he always told her were from rowing. Molly wasn't exactly soft, but Sigurd always seemed particularly rough around the edges to her. 

"How long until you go back?" The question was no more than a whisper. She asked every morning, assuming eventually to get an exact answer. Yet every morning it remained; 

"Not for a while." Sigurd pulled his hand back, tucking it under his head. 

As she woke up more, she could hear the birds outside. It was chilly inside, they hadn't bothered with keeping the fire lit the night before as it was summer. But the mornings were still misty and cold, before it would warm up. 

"You stole all the blankets." she teased Sigurd, noting he did have most of them on his side of the bed. Absolutely infamous for leaving her with none, unless she slept right next to him. 

He burrowed himself deeper in the pile, "It's not stealing if they already belong to me"

"They belong to us," Molly noticed how light the room had gotten; she sighed knowing that meant getting out of bed soon. Sigurd wouldn't stay forever. He might stay for quite awhile but eventually he would go back to Norway; and that made her wary of how quickly the days together seemed to pass. 

Sometimes she thought he could read her mind, as before the thought was even finished he cupped her cheek; "I'm still right here" 

Molly settled into his touch before deciding she was happy for the moment that he was right there.

[feliscygnus]

🌌 smile as bright as the aurora above us 🌌

[hetagrammy]

I love NorIre in the sense of it being a first love that was doomed to fail, but taught both parties a lot of lessons about how to function in a relationship. How to compromise, how to communicate, what it means to actually respect each other, the works. A relationship where there was a lot of love, but not enough maturity, not enough equality, and ultimately not enough compatibility for it to work. Yet in the end, neither of them really regret it.

[hetagrammy]

IreNor for the ship ask?

I like IreNor in the sense of them having had a past together that really shaped what the other expected of a relationship, for better and for worse. In my brain they’re 100% each other’s first love