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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Elsa/OC Characters: Elsa (Disney), Alarik (OC) Additional Tags: First Time, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Intimacy, Nipple Licking Series: Part 10 of Elsarik Smut Summary:

Elsa and Alarik's first time in the original Shardsverse Universe.

Alarik and the Shardsverse universe belong, as always, to the amazing @patricia-von-arundel.

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Review for Trish’s Dream Fic

Trish ( @couragedontdesertme  ) said she’d write an epilogue of the elsarik dream Fic if I made a Formal Review of the elsarik dream fic. So here we are.

Please note review should be taken VERY LIGHTLY this is more or less me re-reading the Fic and loudly yelling about things with too many exclamation points. Enjoy Trish.

Ch1

First of all imagine my fucking surprise I didn’t even know you had gotten work done on the dream fic???? Here I was thinking the link you sent me was the next chapter of city of ice and then I click on it and it saYS DREAM FIC???? E X C U S E M E oh my goodness

The first section is just so entirely domestic and beautiful and you can tell how lived in and content they are in their life as roommates. ALARIK (listen my phone autocorrects ALARIK to be in all caps and I’m too lazy to fix it so y’all are gonna have to deal with reading ALARIK’s name as if I’m yelling it every time I type it) anyway ALARIK just bringing her the chocolate croissants she loves so dearly and Elsa curling up with a book and him fretting and worrying over her being there alone all day and later... it’s just SO DOMESTIC. it’s such a small short moment but it’s so domestic and a perfect opposite of the PAIN THAT HAPPENS AFTER!!! And we al know I LOVE READING PAIN

The fact that ALARIK was only home late because he was doing tutoring to earn more money to by Elsa A PRESENT????? Shut up no one speak to me that’s true love but also PAINFUL the guilt he must feel oh my god

Elsa...stops struggling... because she doesn’t want ,,,, ALARIK ,,,, to get hurt. Because she cares for his safety more than her own because he has protected her and he is her friend and she loves him I am going to SCREAM

The fact that you use the phrase ~marching her out of the warmth of the room~ when she just used her magic to like cover the walls in frost makes my Heart burst cause idk if it was intentional or not but I just love the thought that this room has become Home to her it’s become safe and beautiful and lovely and WARM because it is full of love and friendship and companionship rather than the cold loneliness of say her ice palace of her locked room as a child. I like to think Elsa could have covered the room entirely in ice and snow and frost and it would still feel warm to her because of the love that’s developed there thank you for coming to my tedtalk

Ugh fuck hans

I have literally no words other than fuck hans for any section with hans in it I DONT even want to RECOGNIZE THAT HE EXISTS !!! Making Elsa feel like she’s nothing I am going to punch him in the eye

~ALARIK weeps over smushed chocolate croissant. End scene~

I know that it’s such a heartbreaking sad ending for that first chapter but also I really can’t stop laughing about him crying over a stepped on croissant since I know that your like planning note for that last scene was literally just some variant of ALARIK cried over a smushed croissant and that’s just such a funny IMAGE TO ME EVEN THOUGH ITS SAD

I just like to imagine ALARIK cradling the chocolate croissant in his arms like a bébé as he sobs

Ch2

I’m fucking S A D

ALARIK having like NO MONEY and just thinking about that the money he has was going to go to a gift for Elsa and the guard LAUGHING AT HIM LIKE THATS IT THATS ALL YOU HAVE?? Like shut UP HES TRYING TO SAVE HIS BELOVED

P e t t y c h a n g e HE IS TRYING MR GUARD I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW HE WORKED EXTRA TO GET THAT MONEY

ALARIK is so fucking DEVOTED I’m going to run through a goddamn wall I cannot cope. Willing to sell the clothes off his back have you ever seen an idiot more iN LOVE

ALARIK just going willingly cause he has no fight left in him and he just wants to see Elsa even if it means he gets imprisoned too oh my GOD

THE SCENE ITS THE SCENE!!!!!!!!!

STRAIGHT FROM TRISH’S SUBCONSCIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT STARTED IT ALL!!!!!!!!!!

ALARIK wanting to hold her hands when her hands are what are chained up and seen as dangerous and what ~make her a witch~ the absolute love and power that holds.

LET ALARIK AND ELSA HOLD HANDS

“I promised to keep you safe” the pain I feel oh mY GOD

“They’ll KILL you” they’re really out here trying to protect each other at all costs oh my god nothing matters more to the other than keeping the other safe and for that I want to cry and love them and also I want to ram their heads into the wall because wHY WONT THEY JUST PROTECT ESCH OTHER TOGETHER

The PARALLEL OH MY FUCKING GOD

the P A R A L L E L of ALARIK stilling and no longer struggling when the guards threaten Elsa’s death in the same way that Elsa stilled and stopped struggling when they threatened ALARIK’s death oh my god that broke me right there

U g h hans fuck that guy

A N N A !!!!!!!!

When I first read this,,, I DONT know why??? But for some reason??? I didn’t think Anna would be in it???? Which like thinking back on that it makes no sense of COURSE Anna would be in the FIC why would I ever think otherwise. But anyway I was so surprised when she showed up I literally gasped and went ANNA??? Out loud because I was so shocked

ALFAFA GERANIUM

ALARIK really is just so bad under pressure who thought this was a good idea

AG FOR SHORT wink wink nudge nudge cough cough

I’ll be thinking about ALARIK shouting alfafa geranium on my death bed let us never forget

“No harm, no foul” is literally the most fucking Anna line I’ve ever heard. She absolutely would say that to someone who was being question for a crime she’d be like “it’s not biggy”

Why is it that when hans says “BUT ANNA!!!” I hear it like he’s wining like a petulant child I read it like “bUT annNNAAAAA” ugh I hate him

“Don’t scream” *ALARIK’s inner monologue* “this ,, is the story of how I died”

ILL HELP YOU HELP HER ESCAPE!!!!! HELL YEA YOU WILL ANNA HELL YEA YOU WILL

Ch3

My dumbass really went “why are none of the children named neta” before remembering that is the child of Anna and Kristoff and these...are the children of Anna ,,, and .... ugh please don’t make me say his name

I would die for these kids though I love them and I want to protect them at all costs 

Johannes at 5 (and a half!!!!) being a fine soldier GOOD FOR HIM

Isak owns my entire heart from the moment he started fake crying for his mother what a star performer a true Actor he’s too good

Arendellian Royal Guards, are they guards? Or are they simply baby sitters? The world may never know

JOAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One of the babies being named JOAN!!! Hang in there Joan!!!!!!!!! That made me cry oh my god J O A N

Bébé Isak lookout supreme with his big eyeballs and smile and goofy lil salute I love him

The fact that Elsa says she felt stupid for being lured into a false sense of security means she felt secure and safe for literally the first time since she was a child when she was with ALARIK and I cannot properly articulate how much that made me cry I love that so much that has to mean sO MUCH TO HER oh my god

“You have to get out!! Do the magic!!” NO ONE SPEAK TO ME ABOUT ANYTHING EXCEPT THIS LINE FOR THE NEXT SEVERAL MONTHS I LITERALLY WEPT

the use of DO THE MAGIC oh my god AND ELSAS HEART LIKE BREAKING BECAUSE SHE FEELS LIKE SHE CANT

DO ! THE ! MAGIC !

Brave little boy with his mother’s determination saying “be brave. That’s what mama said to tell you” oh my GOD THESE CHILDREN HAVE MY WHOLE HEART OH MY GOD

A rooster crow for the signal COUKD they be more obvious I love these kids they’re ridiculous they are truly the children of Anna

Elsa!!! Chose!! To be!!! Brave!!!

IF SHE TRIED TO SAY GOODBYE TO ELSA!!! SHE MAY NEVER LET GO!!!

SHE HAD NO WHERE TO GO!!! BUT SHE DOES BEVAUSE THERES ALARIK WAITING FOR HER BECAUSE GUESS WHAT

ALARIK IS HER HOME !!!!! HE IS HER HOME !!!! SHE CAN GO TO HIM!!!!

Queue another one of my shocked and delightfully surprised screams as I shouted KRISTOFF????? Because blonde dude driving a reindeer cart

Let’s get you somewhere safe I’m going to cry THEYRE finally together again and they can keep each other safe together as. They. Should.

They are cuddling and my heart is exploding oh my god ALARIK seems so surprised like you big dumb idiot you’re both in love with each other it’s a mutual thing get with the program

SLEEP ELSA! ITS GOING TO BE OKAY! AND FOR THE FIRST TIME IN PROBABLY FOREVER! IT WILL BE!

Ch4

*queue another gasp* there’s only one bed?????

Yea I saw it coming yea I was just as shocked even so yea I got very excited about it wHAT DID YOU EXPECT

They’re cUDDLING and he went to move away and she DOESNT WANT HIM TO they could’ve been sharing a bed THIS WHOLE TIME AND I JUST WANT TO SCREAM BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY

ALARIK laying all the credit on kristoff and the kids when he’s kind of the one that steamrolled the whole plan into happening because he’s the one who showed up ALARIK please give yourself more credit

“You came back” “of course I came back... I couldnt ...” “why?” And then ALARIK refusing to meet her eyes has me absolutely weeping this is the kind of shit I THRIVE ON this is truly a gift to us all everyone say thank you Trish for these three bits of dialogue I will be thinking about them for all my days

ELSA KISSED HIM!!!!!!!!!

Yeah I do lose my shit anytime Elsa is the one to make the first move you go girl you go

THE SPICE VENDOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bringing in all my favorites I am going to cry thank you Trish I love Darius

I SUPPOSE YOU TWO HAVE FINALLY GOTTEN MARRIED

listen I SCREAMED WHEN HE SAID THAT I SQUAWKED!!!! MARRIED!!!!!!

I had been observing you two and just assumed!!!!! You would assume right mr spice vendor sir if they WERENT so stupid for so long it’s okay we understand

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE ??? And Elsa says MARRY US? And ALARIK is going to PASS THE FUCK OUT

He literally got to finally kiss the woman he’s in love with for the first time last night and now they’re getting married poor boy is going to get WHIPLASH from how fast things are progressing but it’s okay im sure he is happy

Elsa’s little vows of just needing each other and keeping each other safe and keeping company and not needing gold or silver ugh TRUE LOVE

And ALARIK hopelessly devoted to her being like I PROMISE

“just you being there no matter what is enough” peak romance true love the devotion the dedication I’m a wreck

LE SMOOCH! LE MARRIAGE! INCREDIBLE I LOVE THEM

~end review~

Okay where is my epilogue please and thank you

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number 12? 👉👈

Elsa leaned her elbows on the table, watching Alarik hard at work on sorting the rock display for the next gaggle of freshly-minted-out-of-high-school first year geology students. There was a growing pile for sedimentary rocks, greatly outnumbering the metamorphic and igneous rocks combined. Elsa didn’t know much about geology, but she recognised the beautiful obsidian rock from Alarik’s bedroom, and the gneiss from the one corner of his lab where he kept his favourite geological specimens from the field. 

“Admiring my rocks?” Alarik asked with a wink, catching Elsa watching.

“What? I mean...yes, yes, you have beautiful rocks.” 

“Got a favourite one?” 

“Probably that one with the little red things in it.” 

“Ooh, garnet mica schist! She’s a beauty, but not as beautiful as you. Anything else you would like to ask?” 

“So you’re a geologist, then.” 

“And very proud to be one.” 

“So...you lick rocks for a living?” 

Alarik chuckled, throwing her a mysterious grin. “Sometimes. You should try it someday.” 

Elsa wrinkled her nose at the thought. “Not a chance.” 

“I’ll convert you to it soon enough. Now...how about that coffee date we were talking about?” 

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In Troubled Times

Iduna and Agnarr visit their grandson in the NICU.

This story takes place in the same Modern AU-verse as First Meeting, As Time Goes By, Sunrise Sunset, and A Crown to the Aged (and Iduna’s PoV).  

TW:  pregnancy, NICU, difficult birth, sick baby

A/N:  This was written for @couragedontdesertme as part of a fic swap.  Thank you for your patience!  I know I owe you another one.  This was also a very SPECIFIC request, so blame her for the heart break.  if you’re not familiar with Shards, Little Dag will ultimately grow up into Richard Madden (from Cinderella, not GoT), so someday there will be a happy ending.  Thank you @fericita-s for murdering my idioms and trying to make Agnarr less of a log.  I’m still keeping him a log XD   And thank you to @patricia-von-arundel for creating Alarik, Dag, Jenny and Neta.

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           Iduna tried to be the optimist in their family.

           Elsa had always taken after Agnarr, prone to catastrophizing and over thinking every blessed detail in private.  Even if they were both more than capable of radiating a calm persona in their professional spheres, those who knew and loved them intimately knew better than to accept their placid and patient expressions.  Both father and daughter were too inclined to ruminations and planning for every disaster and expecting the worst from any given situation.

           Anna – now, Anna could have been named the Family Queen of Optimism.  Anna, still in her mid-thirties, had energy and youth and the cartilage required to bounce around in excited glee.  But even Anna had her limitations.  The private tragedies that caused her to backslide into the dark recesses of her mind where she could be just as self-castigating as her father or her elder sister.  And this was one of them.

           If Iduna was being honest with herself, she knew she had them as well.

           But she was trying, here and now, to focus on the good.

           The best thing was that her grandson was still alive.

           That was everything.

           He was alive with the assistance of tubes that sprouted from his skin and were fastened into place with an alarming amount of tape, monitors and leads to track his heart and lungs, a small face mask, a seemingly endless cacophony of beeps and whirs and buzzes from screens and pumps, but he was alive.

           Iduna stared down helplessly at the baby boy, her only grandson, and silently thanked God again that Elsa had been visiting when it happened.  Alarik had been traveling to Chicago for an academic conference.  If Elsa had been alone with Jenny in New York when the pain had started . . .

           She shook her head.  Elsa hadn’t been in New York.  She had been in her childhood bedroom.  When the pain came and her belly went rigid, the best pediatric hospital in the world was barely fifteen minutes from their front step.  Which is exactly where Dag had been whisked away to once the emergency C-section had been performed.  Alarik had been asleep when his son was born.  Asleep and eight hundred miles away.  And Elsa had been alone.

           Agnarr had nearly lost his head when they had refused to let him back to see her.  That didn’t surprise her.  He was a professor in the humanities.  A historian.  Whereas, she had applied her botanical expertise to pharmaceutical research and was at least familiar with the coded language of medical professionals.  So she had restrained him gently by the arm, thanked her lucky stars that Jenny was safely off with Anna and Kristoff, and tried not to panic because it was very clear to her that the reason they were not being permitted to see her wasn’t out of malice, but mercy.  Something had gone wrong.  With their daughter and their grandson.

           There had been any number of large words and phrases over the next few days.  Disseminated intravascular coagulation.  Hypoperfusion of the lungs leading to failure to achieve functional residual capacity secondary to perinatal asphyxia.  Sustained bradycardia.  Surfactant deficiency disease.

           She wiped her eyes.  He was so tiny.  So tiny.  Tiny in a way that neither Jenny or Neta ever were.  Little Dag was only thirty-one weeks.  And, like his mother, he was alone.  Oh, the nurses were wonderful and the doctors all seemed very knowledgeable, they all adored the staff and the staff adored little Dag.  And yes, there was always at least one family member present, but Elsa had yet to see her son in person.  Iduna had learned from the nurses in the postpartum unit how to manage the hospital-grade breast pump to help Elsa establish her supply.  They were able to carry her breastmilk directly to Dag for feedings or to store it for a later time.  So far, they hadn’t needed to use donor breast milk.  Elsa took comfort in that.  Something she could do for her son.  And Iduna, Alarik and Agnarr had all taken as many photos and quick video clips of Dag as they could store on their smart phones and shown them to her when they bounced between hospitals.

           Still.  There was no substitute for one’s own mother.  And Elsa had cried on her shoulder several times about how she had failed her baby boy.  That had hurt Iduna’s heart to hear those words from her daughter’s mouth.  She hadn’t said anything, merely hugged her, let her cry, and given Agnarr a menacing glare over Elsa’s shoulder when she saw her husband open his mouth to try and rationalize with his eldest girl.  She loved the man, but he had never learned that sometimes words were nothing.  She had sent him back to Anna’s to distract Jenny.

           Jenny.

           Jenny who didn’t entirely understand why Mommy wasn’t back with the baby yet.  Why they couldn’t go back to their apartment in New York.  Why Daddy was crying even when he smiled and called her “Princess”.  But she was energetic and easily distracted by Grandpa, Aunt Anna, Uncle Kristoff and Neta.  Neta had especially been a blessing during these times.  She had been the one to recommend the trip to the zoo.  The art museum to see the tea house and the armor collection.  The history museum with the mummies.  And Jenny had – well, not forgotten about her mother and brother, but been happy to be the center of her family’s attention in exciting places.

           “How is he doing?”  Agnarr asked softly as he came up behind her.  He wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned in against his chest.  There was stubble on his face and circles under his eyes.  She placed her hands over his.

           “His vitals have been good today.  He’s growing.”

           “I thought he looked a little chubbier.”

           Iduna smiled.  “Well, his suck-swallow reflex is improving.  It’s getting easier for him to feed.”  She paused.  “He might not need the incubator much longer.  The more he grows . . .they say it’s getting easier for him to keep himself warm.”

           “Good,” he mumbled and kissed her on the temple.  “Alarik said that the tests for . . .”  He trailed off and Iduna felt him swallow.  “His, you know, his brain.”  He swallowed again.  She turned to face him and pull him into a hug as his voice broke.

           “It’s still too early to tell.”

           “Yes.”

           “If there will be any long-term impairment.”

           “Yes.”  They stood, holding one another, in a silence broken only by his occasional sniffle.  Finally, he cleared his throat with a cough and shrugged.  “Of course, it could have been much worse,” He said gruffly.  “For Elsa, too.”

           “I just keep thinking of how thankful I am that she was here.  And not in New York.”

           “Exactly.”

           “How is Alarik doing?”

           “He’s excited,” Agnarr sighed and rubbed his face.  “He’s excited she’s getting discharged.”

           “You’re not?”  Iduna frowned.  “It’s been a week.  Elsa wants to see her son, Agnarr.  She wants to see Dag.”

           “I know she does.  I’m just worried it’s going to be hard on her to see him like this.  I know we’ve shown her pictures, but . . .”

           She waited until she knew he wasn’t going to continue speaking unless prompted.  “But?”

           “It’s hard.”  He spoke tersely.  Fists clenched.  “It’s hard to see your child suffer.  It’s hard enough when they’re grown.  I can’t imagine what it’s like for the two of them right now.”  There was silence.  “Dag is so little, Iduna.”

           “I know, dear.”  She hugged him again.

           “Alarik has been steady.  Strong.  He’s barely left her side except to check on Jenny or to come here.”  Dag twitched in his sleep, his tiny mouth moving as though he were feeding.

           “He has.”  She crossed her arms and hugged herself as Agnarr to a step towards the isolette and gently placed a single finger against the plastic.  “I hope this will make it easier for him.  For her.  For the both of them.  Her nurse said she’d be discharged by three o’clock.  Elsa will come right over.”

           “She will, but that’s what worries me.  She’s still recovering from the surgery and the transfusions.  She’s going to have to go home at some point.  To sleep.  To shower.  To eat.  To see Jenny.  And she’s going to hate herself for it.  She’s already tearing herself up about the birth and about not being able to see Jenny.  She’s so upset she stayed on her medications, even though the doctors keep telling her it had nothing to do with what happened.”  Dag opened his eyes and Agnarr smiled down at him.  Iduna joined him, smiling down at their grandson.

           “Hello, little one.  How are you today?”  She chuckled as he flailed a tiny fist, yawned, and closed his eyes once more.  “Excited to see Mama?  I know you’ve missed her.  She misses you too!”

           “Who do you think he looks like more?” Agnarr wondered.  “It’s a bit hard to tell.”

           She bit her lip and thought for a moment.  “I think I see a little of my father in him.”

           “Oh no.  The forehead.  You’re right.”

           “Hush you!”  She gently elbowed him.  “My father had a very handsome forehead.  Let’s just be glad he doesn’t have your nose.”  He laughed at that and draped an arm around her shoulders.  They watched Dag for a few minutes as he drifted back to sleep.

           “Will Anna be coming?  For the discharge, I mean?”

           “No,” she said.  “Kristoff will be by to pick up Elsa’s things.  It’s still too hard for her to be back at the hospital.  We talked about it.  She feels terrible, but it’s the right thing to do.  Elsa even told her as much on the phone.  Practically forbade her from coming.  Things are going to be difficult for the both of them for a while.”

           “I’m sure Alarik will make sure Elsa is taking her pills.”

           “Pharmacology has its limits, dear.”

           “I suppose you would know,” he sighed.  “But I mean that he’ll take care of her.”

           “Oh, yes, of course he will.”

           “Mr. and Mrs. Runardsund?”  She turned at the sound of the nurse’s voice.  “Dag’s parents have just arrived.  They’re checking in.  I’m so sorry, but I’ll have to ask you both to step out.”

           “Right,” Agnarr said.  “The visitor limit.”

           “I’m sorry about the policy.”

           “No, no.”  Iduna waved a hand.  “We understand.  It’s best for the baby.  His immune system isn’t fully formed.  And, you know, security concerns.”  She bowed her head towards Dag.  “Goodbye for now, little now.  Be good to your Mama.”

           “We’ll see you tomorrow, Dag,” Agnarr promised.  They walked down the hall and he held the heavy security door for her.

           “Mom!  Dad!”  Elsa called from the check in.  She was still in a wheelchair and looked exhausted.  Alarik already had a colorful band on his wrist that identified him as a parent.  Iduna could see the unit clerk preparing one for Elsa.  “You aren’t staying?”

           “Only two visitors at a time, darling,” Iduna said as she stooped to give her daughter a hug.  “You enjoy your time with Dag.  He’s cute as a button.”  Agnarr was giving Alarik a hug as well.  She thought they both looked as though they needed less coffee and more sleep.  She didn’t imagine that either of them would get that for some time.

           “It’s for the best, Elsa,” Agnarr said and went to hug her as well.  “His immune system is still weak.  Besides, he’ll want to see you and Alarik the most.  We’ll go to Anna’s and take Jenny and Neta out for a treat.”  Iduna gave Alarik a hug.

           “Will the nurse be recording?”

           “I asked her to,” he replied.  He looked as though he had aged in the past week.

           “I’ll text you some video of Jenny saying hello.”

           “Thank you, that would be wonderful.”

           Iduna watched as the clerk snapped the parent identification band onto Elsa’s wrist.  She and Alarik said a brief, distant goodbye and then he wheeled her beyond the security doors which shut and locked behind them.

[12daysofelsarik]

North- Part 2

Day4

Dec 24- All is Found

Okay, so this may or may not be the only TDOE 2019 fic NOT set in the Frozen 2 AU verse, this one is the part 2 of North, which is of course, the sequel to Homeward (message me or reply here if you want the link to either North or Homeward!)

Alarik, Jenny, and Dag belong to @patricia-von-arundel :D

Rated M for bedroom activities towards the end of the fic after they put the kids to bed :P GET IT ELS, GET IT

and I have NEVER IN MY LIFE been more nervous about putting up a fic, so if you’ll EXCUSE ME I am off to hide under my bed, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE, ONE AND ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.

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“Mama, when is Papa coming home?” Jenny asked, walking into the room I shared with Alarik. She was rubbing a knuckle at her eyes, green and blurry from sleep, her red hair tousled. She did so look like her father. 

“Pa?” Dag said, trailing behind her, dragging his well worn stuffed rabbit behind him. I scoop Dag up, as his little two year old legs can’t quite reach the top of the bed, and Jenny climbs up onto the bed as well.

I had missed this. I had missed them. Both Jenny and Dag now slept in rooms of their own, and Alarik had been in England for the better part of the month, and I had been sleeping in the room by myself. 

“Papa will be home soon,” I told them. Although that was what I thought for my parents as well. I thought they would be home soon. I thought I would get a chance to see them again. I could be wrong, Alarik might not make it home, a storm might come, he might get lost at sea, he might-

“Mama, are you okay?” Jenny asked, crawling towards her and looking up at her. Even little Dag had a look of quiet seriousness on his face- Alarik liked to call Dag “lilla gubben” - little old man.

“Of course,” I say, forcing a smile on my face. “Would you two like to sleep in mama’s bed tonight?” I ask them.

Jenny’s face breaks out into a wide smile, and all I see is their father, and my heart just sinks. But she says “yes!” and Dag echoes her sentiments.

I let myself laugh. “Alright, cuddle close, scooch in,” I tell them.

Dag lays his head on my lap, while Jenny cuddles by my side. I sing to them the same song Mama used to sing to me and Anna.

Where the north wind meets the sea

There's a river full of memory

Sleep, my darling, safe and sound

For in this river all is found

As Jenny’s fingers intertwine with my own, playing with my wedding ring, I stroke Dag’s nose as I sing to them. I see Dag’s eyes slowly begin to droop, and I know sleep will come for him soon, although Jenny looks up at me still. Even so, she begins to yawn, it being long past both their bedtimes.

In her waters, deep and true

Lie the answers and a path for you

Dive down deep into her sound

But not too far, or you'll be drowned

I barely get the word “drowned” out. It comes out almost a whisper. But it doesn’t seem to bother my children, as Dag as fallen asleep, and even Jenny’s eyes are heavy lidded. 

Yes, she will sing to those who hear

And in her song all magic flows

But can you brave what you most fear

Can you face what the river knows

I tuck the blankets past Dag’s chin, and he is soon snoring softly, his curls flopping over his head, much likes his father. Jenny though, is staring out the window, seemingly transfixed by the Northern Lights outside. I carry her to the window, careful not to jostle, as she’s already half asleep.

I reach the window, and look out into the fjord. Suddenly, Jenny sits up in my arms, and gasps, pointing out at the window. Out on the horizon, sailing towards the harbor, is an Arendellian ship. Not just any Arendellian ship, the same ship Alarik took to England.

“Papa!” Jenny squeals, hands tapping at the windowpane.

 Dag suddenly sits up on the bed. “Pa?” he asks, dazed.

I keep Jenny in one arm, and carry Dag in my other arm, and run out of the room and down the stairs of the castle, not even stopping to put some slippers on. I feel my heart beating a quick staccato as we make our way to the fjord. Just as we reach the docks, I see him. All auburn curls and green eyes and that smile, and before I can do anything else, Jenny leaps out of my arms and runs towards him. 

He walks towards us, and Dag reaches out towards him, squealing “Pa!”. Alarik hoists Dag on his shoulders, as Jenny runs around with the new toy he brought her.

“Darling,” he says to me, smiling. “I-”

Like I always say. Never shut me up with a kiss. Although I do it to him.

He didn’t seem to mind.

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Where the north wind meets the sea

There's a mother full of memory

Come, my darling, homeward bound

When all is lost, then all is found

I finish singing the song as I watch Alarik tuck both the children into bed. 

Once in the hallway, I approach him from behind, lean my head on his shoulder. I bury my face into his hair, and it still smells like the ocean breeze. “I missed you,” I tell him, playing with his curls.

He wraps his arms around me, holding me close, and it feels warm and safe and right, even after so many weeks apart. I feel myself tremble, just a little bit, and he rubs his hands down my arms.

Alarik leans down, his forehead against mine, and closes his eyes. 

“You’re not allowed to leave for that long ever again,” I tell him.

At that, he opens his eyes, grinning as he cups my jaw. “As you wish,” he murmurs against my lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing against him, whining my need. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him. 

He pulls back slightly, eyes dark and dilated. “Darling?” he asks.

I can only nod.

At that, he lifts me in his arms and begins to run towards our bedroom, much like that rainy autumn day that eventually led to Jenny. Miraculously, we make it to our bedroom, and he opens the door, kicking his shoes under the bed.

He places me on the bed gently, and I pull him down towards me. He pulls at the sash of my nightrobe, revealing my silk nightdress under it. He’s still wearing his travelling clothes, and I quickly begin unbuttoning his shirt, and he fumbles with the ties on my nightdress, his hands shaking, unusual for him.

“Let me,” I tell him, and as I finish the last of his buttons and deal with my own nightdress.

“Elsa, let me...I-” he begins, but I already have my nightdress off.

“You’ve been away nearly a month, min gås,” I say, silencing his protests with a kiss. “If you think I’m going to wait another moment more,” I tell him, pulling at his trousers, “you’re quite mistaken…”I say as I pull his body down towards my own.

He smiles softly as he positions himself above me. Alarik places a hand on my cheek. “I’ve missed you, my darling.”

I smile up at him. “I missed you too…” I tell him. I pull him down for another kiss, my fingers twisting into his hair. His lips work against mine, before they venture towards my neck, suckling gently. “Alarik!” I gasp. 

His lips find the spot behind my ear, and as he kisses it, I feel the heat pooling in my center already. His hands find my hips, running up and down them, and I feel myself shiver.

He positions himself above me, “ready, darling?” he asks. I nod breathlessly.

Alarik slowly thrusts deep, and I groan at the way he fills me. My legs wrap around his waist, and I pull him closer, urging him deeper inside me. "Ooooh, oh Alarik…"

"Elsa…" he moans as his thrusts deepen.

"Alarik ...please…" I pant, "I need you…"

He pulls out, and then thrusts back in. His lips move from behind my ear down, down towards my breasts, kissing one gently, then the other, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

I feel the warmth pooling in my middle, the pleasure building, warm and good. "Yes...yes...ALARIK!" I shout in ecstasy. He thrusts deeper and faster inside me until he releases deep inside me, and I arch into him, before sinking down into the mattress, trembling.

He rolls us over gently to our sides, so that we still face each other. Alarik pulls me closer to him to press his lips to mine, and whispers “jag älskar dig, min älskling”.

“I love you too,” I murmur against his lips. We spend a long time like this, in each other’s embrace, and from the window I can see that the twinkling of the stars. 

And the North star that pointed his way home to me.

[birger-wuvs-elsa]

A Newborn Phoenix

Apparently, the Neta X Birger fic I once promised a long time ago...never bloody happened. Well! That changes today! It’s probably not what I had planned to write back in the day, but I’m still quite proud of this. I accidentally made it parallel a certain other fic, but it’s all right. It’s still very much it’s own thing, and I am quite pleased.

Happy birthday, Neta! @thesciencegoose

@patricia-von-arundel

“You won’t hurt her, you know.”

Elsa watched Birger paced wildly and gnashed his teeth, but didn’t respond. He had all but worn a trench in the stone of the courtyard by now. He’d grown, large and fluffy and mighty, his antlers well on their way to becoming a proper rack. Birger’s growth had all but become a mythical visual marker for everyone else’s, it seemed.

As, after all, her baby sister had just had a baby, herself.

You don’t know that, Elsa.

She frowned and crossed her arms.

“Don’t I?” She shook her head. “Come now, Birger, you know better than to succumb to such a pitfall.”

I could hurt the pup by simply breathing on her, Elsa. I shouldn’t be allowed near her, not yet, maybe not ever.

Elsa sighed and brought a hand to massage her temple. Though Birger had been a great source of support as she struggled to tame her own anxieties, dealing with his were an entirely different beast. His self-loathing was oddly sharp and secular, focused harshly on his being a dragon, living in a land of humans. When it came to the humans he cherished, specifically, Elsa noticed that Birger’s fears worsened.

And now, one of his most cherished humans had a child, one that he clearly saw himself as a danger to.

“Birger, please, you are no more or less a danger to Neta than…” Elsa paused, and took a deep breath before she finished. “Than I am.”

He whirled on her, then, his pacing swiftly ended as he brought his great head down and glared at her.

You could never harm the pup.

Elsa simply glared back. “And neither could you.”

Birger snarled, great white canines and molars shining in the sunlight, his sabers their twin cornerstones.

I am a dragon! A beast, a vessel of feral magic and rage! I am fully capable of harming her, and I would prefer the risk to be avoided all together!

Elsa’s glare strengthened as she stepped close to his nose, and poked it hard.

“Then you will find a way to tell Anna to her face why you refuse to meet her daughter.”

His snarl froze, all growls and hisses gone, as he stared at her then.

…I…cannot.

“You will.”

No.

“She deserves an explanation from you.”

She deserves the world, not me.

“She wants you to meet Neta.”

What she wants is impossible.

“You’re the one being impossible!”

You’re the one who won’t listen!

Elsa grabbed his nose, then, and forcefully pushed it earthward so that his eyes were closer to hers. She shouldn’t have been able to manipulate the dragon so, but Birger was always weak when it came to the woman who shared his heart. Ironically, he melted at her touch, and let her bring his face close. Even if it meant coming so near to her furious glare.

“You know full well that I always listen to you. I’m the only one who truly can, and you’ve always done right by me and listened in return. Now, you will be silent, and you will hear my words and feel my heart. Do I make myself clear?”

Birger gulped, but obediently said nothing and kept his heart open.

Elsa sighed then, and took a moment to gather herself.

“You have had every opportunity to cause me and Anna harm. So many moments, don’t you remember? When your wounds healed, and you pulled me and Anna to your chest? You rolled onto your back, and pinned us against your fur.”

Birger felt more than heard Elsa’s silent command, and slid a paw up to settle beside her. She rested her hand on it, and smiled.

“With these great big paws of yours, tipped with mighty and sharp claws. You held us both close, and did anything happen to us?”

Birger meekly shook his head, eyes still locked on hers.

“Exactly, you did not. Even when you sensed Alan’s intrusion, and rolled back onto your belly, you still kept us safe. Even when those wolves ambushed Anna later, your rage never came near me.”

His ears pinned back at the memory of that painful moment, but she simply stroked his nose and sent warmth and love through their bond.

“Birger, you could never hurt us, and you will never hurt Neta. You will be just fine, and she could be no safer than in your very paws.”

Birger was silent for some time, and Elsa patiently waited. She could still feel him, open and bare, and how he agonized. It was better than before, now, at least. Now, he agonized over convincing himself, over accepting her words and taking in the reality of them. Finally, he heaved a great sigh, and nuzzled his nose to her.

Very well…I concede, my heart.

Elsa smiled, and let a burst of frost sparkle in his fur. She turned away, then, and called out to the nearby castle door.

“Anna! He’s better now, you can bring her out.”

Elsa felt more than heard Birger’s surprise, as he backpedaled away. He clearly hadn’t expected for the subject of their discussion to have been waiting nearby that entire time. The doors were opened by guards waiting on the inside, and Anna emerged and approached them.

She was dressed lightly, no doubt still somewhat in recovery, though it had been a couple of months. Anna bore a great sunny smile as she neared the frosty pair. In her arms, tightly held and protected, was a blanketed bundle. Though not too terribly cold outside, it was far nippier than any baby would like.

Birger stood ramrod straight before them, head drawn high and back by his great neck. His ears, at least, were high and at attention, and his wide azure eyes were locked on the bundle in Anna’s arms. His tail swayed about slowly behind him, almost like a focused cat’s, and Elsa struggled not to giggle at the sight.

Anna smiled gently up at him, and carefully hefted the silent bundle as she nodded to him.

“Are you ready?”

Slowly, carefully, Birger lowered himself and laid down. He hovered his head near, ears still high and eyes still wide. His tail swung around to settle beside them, its long and fluffy length easily doubling back along his form. Anna, almost too excited to wait, bounced happily as she carefully pulled at the edges of the blanket.

Elsa almost stumbled at the sheer force of the pride and adoration that struck her through their bond.

Birger brought his large, fluffy nose close to the bundle as he looked at the wee baby nestled in them. The little one, her so dark now but with promise to brighten, stretched as the close confines of the blanket were loosened. The dragon simply watched, enthralled, as little bright eyes blinked open. To his shock, ears pinned back, those little eyes looked right up to his great big azures.

Birger stared, and Elsa could feel him get antsy, could almost feel the tension in his legs as he prepared to vault away as if they were her own. He held, though, to Elsa’s pride and satisfaction, Birger held his ground and brought his nose ever closer. Little Neta, for all her too-much youth, reached out and clumsily gripped the fur of Birger’s nose.

Anna laughed, even Elsa couldn’t help a giggle, at the sight. It got ever sweeter, though, as Neta seemed to pull on the fur. Though her mother stayed close, and stepped closer to allow her baby to get near the great fluffy beast. Birger’s ears flicked impossibly more forward, and Elsa could feel him relax and settle as he began to thrum.

The deep sound thundered out of his chest, and the sisters could all but feel it in their feet. Neta seemed to just adore it, little high cackles of a baby breaking the gentle silence of the moment. Birger’s thrum strengthened, its note higher, as a close-mouthed but wide grin took to his lips.

The pup is warm, my heart. She is a phoenix like her mother, burning and strong. Her father, for what it’s worth, has only made the little one all the mightier.

Elsa smiled, gentle and proud, and glanced over at her sister. Anna was beaming, herself, as she held up her little girl still to Birger’s great nose. The deep thrums of Birger continued to rumble from his chest as the three of them simply stood there, together, and basked in the joyous sound of a little Neta’s happy laughter.

[warriorof-sun-light]

sound off if you’re alive! - from Thancred {@daggerintheflame-ff14} (o/ Hi!)

» Critical Role Sentence Starters

Eyrilona Koelwyn did not fall. She was sure of foot, and agile a Miqo’te as they came. She had climbed the cliffs of Long Climb, over half the spires of Limsa Lominsa, and Ishgard besides. She just did not fall.

She could, however, be inclined to stepping on loose stone in ancient temples deep in the Rak'tika Greatwood and loosing her footing when the floor collapsed. Two totally different situations, to be sure.

“Aaaaye…” The drawn out groan came a decent few yalms below him, accompanied by a less than convincing thumbs up as Eyri pulled herself up off the ground and brushed stray earth off of herself.

“Oi… careful ‘round that hole. Came outta nowhere, it did.”

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[twotonedechoes]

shards-verse replied to your post: //That last chat exchange hit me in the feels… and...

“Fine, I’ll help you. But I’m going to -complain- the entire way.” sounds like the start of a great redemption story.

//Yes! Exactly! Just dragging him around, making him help out with basic adventurer jobs.