A kick in the right direction (head over hoof) | Chapter 10 | Fortytworedvines
“You’ve remembered,” Audrey said, trying to stop her voice from hitching, trying to stop the tears that were welling up.
Siegfried nodded sharply, his gaze still fixed on her.
Her hands were trembling and she couldn’t stop them. She looked down at them, at the ring that had sparkled so beautifully in the sun yesterday, during their perfect day together. Slowly, clumsily, she eased it from her finger and placed it on the table. It made a tiny clink that spread into the silence of the room.
Something Wicked This Way Comes ; Watch the Throne (Ch 10)
Clarke is pulled from her musings on the morning and the night previously by Lexa uttering a terse command to the sole guard at the end of this particular hallway, who had nodded and turned to open the large iron door.
The tunnels under the tower were purposefully identical, with a seemingly endless number oof hallways branching off of each main artery, a medusa network under the floors of the tower. Each passageway was purposefully devoid of any identifying features, intended to confuse and disorient an invading army were the Tower ever be breeched. Lexa had divulged this information on their quiet elevator ride down, her voice a soothing distraction to the creaking of the elevator as they descended down, shuddering by so many floors that Clarke lost count.
In the present moment, the door swings inwards on silent hinges. Clarke represses a shudder and moves forward into the inky blackness.
And is promptly hit with the force of a freight train as someone barrels into her at full speed. She teeters on her heels before managing to right both herself and her assailant.
“Hi- Raven-” Clarke manages to gasp out despite the arms that are slowly compressing her ribcage. Gently, she pries the mechanic off of her, holding her friend at arms length as air manages to refill her lungs with a fortifying breath.
“Clarke- holy shit–”
Clarke inadvertently sees the body on the metal table behind Raven as her friend steps aside, hands gesticulating as she talks, the solitary piece of furniture in the small stone room. Raven’s voice fades into the background as Clarke moves forward, dreamlike, to stand at the foot of Emerson’s body. The Commander has swept past the two visiting Skaikru to examine the last remaining Mountain Man, speaking quietly to Nyko as she paces around the perimeter of the examining table. Ryder and Cadoc have taken up positions at the door, Cadoc eyeing Bell stonily. Bellamy glares right back, his right hand resting at the holster by his hip. In a gesture of goodwill, Lexa had allowed him to keep his weapon.
Clarke hopes fervently that it wasn’t a mistake.
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Chapter-specific author notes: Well, this is it. The final chapter of Hunter and the Librarian. But just because it's the last chapter in this fic doesn't mean it's the last of Hunter and Wren. I have no less than four WIP one-shots in the works right now. I will bounce around to different points in their lives, so hopefully if you liked this fic, you'll like those too.
Thank you: I can't fully express my gratitude to everyone who ever commented on, reblogged, and/or replied to these 35 chapters stretched over a year (exactly a year, in fact.) And especially those of you who were with me from the beginning and stayed around this long! Or for those who came in late but still went through all the chapters to catch up. I can't tell you how much you helped me in my writing journey. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. <3
Summary: Set in a modern AU (an ambiguous year): Wren is a librarian who meets Omega, a twelve-year-old living with her five older brothers. Omega feels Wren and her oldest brother, Hunter, would be good for each other and tries to play matchmaker. Wren's anxiety and shyness make that more difficult than Omega hoped. Wren is based on me and my experiences with anxiety and how it affected the beginning of my relationship with my husband.
Pairing: Modern AU Hunter x F!OC Wren
Word Count: 4738
Warnings: Sibling teasing. Real world swearing.
Author's note: This is my first attempt at fanfiction. I thought it might be helpful for some people who also deal with anxiety to see how it affects relationships, and to see there are people out there who can "put up" with you...that you aren't "too difficult or exhausting" for the right person. (In quotes, because those are all things I thought about myself for years.)
My modern AU was inspired by the amazing Modern Batch AU stories by kaydear (Illyria_Lives) on AO3.
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As Wren drove home, all she could think about was going straight to her couch and watching one of her comfort movies. And that's all for the rest of the day.
That being said, she did wish she could have stayed with Hunter, because she already missed him. Things had gone so well this weekend, she didn't want it to end. But the exhaustion...
She could admit to herself that Hunter was not the one exhausting her. It was mainly being around the whole family. She felt bad even thinking that, but it was true. And not because they were bad, they were just...a lot. They could be loud, but that's just the cumulative effect of there being five of them. They don't even have to do much to be overwhelming to her. Even Omega, as much as Wren loved her, could be a lot for her to deal with when she was already worn down and on edge.
But Hunter...he had moved into the category of someone who could soothe her nerves and calm her. And she craved that, even after only being gone for five minutes.
She honestly didn't know what she was feeling. Was she in love with him? Already? Well, it had been a few months that they'd known each other. Just because she fought her feelings for so long didn't mean she didn't feel something for him at the time. And the fact that she tried to push him away so much, yet he didn't give up, just made her feelings more intense.
She started tearing up at the thought that she could have spent all day with him but left instead.
But she couldn't stay. She needed to be home. She needed to be in her own home, in her own comfy clothes, surrounded by her things.
And then the thought hit her, even before she was home...what if Hunter could come to her place. Today. Yes, they'd made plans for next Saturday night, but that was six days away. Six days. Now that she knew how she felt about him...or even if she didn't know for sure how she felt, she knew she cared about him and wanted to be with him...she wanted to be with him all the time. It's like a switch flipped in her brain, and she already missed him.
Her chest felt tight as she thought how many hours she could have sat with him. Maybe they would have sat right next to each other instead of Omega being between them. Maybe he would have put his arm around her shoulders. Maybe she would have put her head on his chest and fallen asleep again.
By the time she got inside her apartment she was crying. God, what is wrong with me!
She'd pushed and pushed and pushed him away, but now that she'd finally made this decision that she wanted to be with him, she wanted to be with him as much as humanly possible.
She sat down on the couch with her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. And she cried. And cried. And she was so frustrated with herself.
She should be happy. Things were finally going well. She had been able to admit to Hunter she wanted to be with him. He had been so kind and...affectionate. But not so affectionate that it made her uncomfortable. She had so much to look forward to.
Yet here was her stupid brain doing its stupid brain things, still making her upset. Why?!
She got up and decided to take her shower. Maybe that would help. She also took her anxiety medication. And she thought it was probably a good idea to take her extra "calm me down" pill, as she called it. It gave just a little more help with her anxiety when she was really feeling it. But it also made her sleepy, so she would cut the already tiny pill in half. It was probably such a little dose at that point, that it wasn't even doing much. It was probably more of a placebo effect. But she felt like it helped, so she kept taking it when her anxiety was at its worst.
The shower helped to calm her down. And maybe the little pill helped as well. She was no longer jittery, so at least her physical symptoms were lessening.
She went to the kitchen and got herself some water, taking it to the living room. She decided she would watch The Princess Bride. Again. Because it was her number one comfort movie. She got it all set up and lay down on the couch with her softest blankie, and settled in.
She noticed her phone on the coffee table. And the thought popped into her mind, What if you texted Hunter. Just to let him know you were home and doing okay. That's just being considerate, right?
She picked it up and began typing. After she composed the text, she looked at it for a while. Could she send it? Yes, it's not a big deal. You're just letting him know you're okay. He might be concerned.
W: Hey, Hunter. Sorry to bother you again so soon. But I just wanted you to know I made it home okay, and I'm showered and on my couch feeling fine. Not that you were still thinking about me but...just an FYI.
She felt the need to write it that way, because she didn't want him to think she thought he was sitting there thinking about her. Like she had an elevated opinion of herself and she's all he thought about.
It wasn't more than a couple of minutes before she received a response.
H: Thank you, Wren! I thought about texting you, but didn't want to bother you in case you'd already fallen asleep or just needed space.
He thought maybe she needed space? From him? No...she needed to make sure he realized it wasn't him she needed a break from.
W: I don't need space. Not from you.
But then she started thinking...there is still a lot of the day left. It's not even noon yet. Would he...? Could she...? Her hands were shaking a little bit as she typed.
W: Hey...
H: Yeah?
It had dawned on her. She didn't need time away from Hunter. She didn't need a break from him. What she really needed was to be in her own home. Comfortable. And where it was quieter. But it would be just as comfortable and almost as quiet with Hunter there. He didn't talk a lot like Omega. He didn't raise his voice like Wrecker. If he thought she needed quiet, he would give her quiet. She'd already experienced that with him.
W: Well, if this isn't something you want, please be 100% honest with me. Please.
H: Okay...I will. I promise. What is it?
W: I was wondering if you would want to come over to my apartment for a while. At some point today. For as little or as long as you'd like.
There was a little longer pause after that message, but it was still less than a minute when he replied.
H: Yeah! I'd love that! Are you sure? If you need to be alone, I don't want to intrude.
W: I'm inviting you. You didn't invite yourself. ;) I realized I just needed to be in my home where I could fully relax and be myself. And I love your family, but they're a lot. And you're not. You're just the right amount.
Before she hit send, she looked at that one for a full minute. Could she say that?
Before she could think about it anymore, she hit send. It was out of her hands. She'd done it.
H: That makes me really happy to know. What time were you thinking?
W: Whenever it's convenient for you. You can come before lunch or after lunch. I can either make something or we can order something if you're here at lunchtime. But if you want to wait, that's fine too.
H: We already ordered more pizza. How about I bring some with me, enough for both of us? We'll have plenty. Do you want pepperoni like you had yesterday?
W: Yeah, that's great. But just one piece. I had a big breakfast, you know.
H: Okay, I'll bring you a piece. I'll come over right after it's delivered.
W: Sounds good. See you then.
H: See ya!
She put the phone back on the table and lay down. Then she pulled the blanket up over her head and started freaking out. What did she just do?
Hunter had a big smile on his face as he was typing on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone.
Omega couldn't take it anymore. "Who are you texting, Hunter?"
He looked at her and said, "Wren."
"Really?!"
"Yes, really. She texted me and asked if I wanted to go over to her place."
"She WHAT?!" Wrecker turned around quickly, his eyes practically bugging out of his head.
Hunter snorted. "Calm down, everyone. I'm just going to take her a piece of pizza since she didn't feel like staying. And then I'll stay for a while, not sure how long."
"Oooooh, Hunter! That's huge! Right? That seems huge!" Omega was practically bouncing off the couch with excitement.
"It's a good thing, yes. But I don't know that it's huge. But it's very promising."
"I thought she was tired and needed a break," Crosshair said with just a touch of sarcasm.
"Well, maybe she just needed a break from you, Cross." Hunter gave his brother a wicked smile.
Crosshair made an affronted sound and said, "Ouch, I'm hurt," with even more sarcasm than before.
Everyone laughed.
Echo said, "Well, I hope you have a good time."
Tech spoke up, "I would bet she just needed to get home to her familiar surroundings and be in her safe place. Not that we are scary people...well, most of us aren't." He gave Crosshair a pointed look. Again, Crosshair made a sound like he was wounded. "But this is not her home, and she would feel better there. It is a very good sign that she wanted you there, Hunter. Did she invite you, or did you bring it up?"
"She texted me and she's the one who brought that up also." He had a very pleased look on his face, even if he was trying to hide it a bit.
Omega scooted over to his side of the couch and put her arms around his middle, laying her head on his chest. "I'm so happy for you guys," she said quietly.
He put his arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arm gently. He reached down and kissed her on the head. "Thanks, Meg."
They sat there quietly for a while longer, until the doorbell rang. Omega jumped up and said, "I'll get it. Where's the money?"
Wrecker handed her the money, and she went to the door to get the pizzas, he was right behind her though, to help her carry.
Hunter went into the kitchen and got out some paper plates and napkins. He also got out a plastic container big enough for a few pieces. After Omega and Wrecker put the pizzas on the table, he grabbed some for him and two for Wren, just in case she wanted more than one, and placed it in the container. Then he got in the fridge and pulled out a couple of Pepsis. He put it all in a bag and said, "Okay, I'm going to head out." But then he remembered he wanted a sweatshirt.
As he walked into his room and turned on the light, he noticed the small wrapped package leaning against his water bottle. He picked it up and looked at the tag.
For: Hunter | From: Wren | Merry Christmas!
He carefully opened it and found a mini Leatherman multitool. He'd often thought about getting a Leatherman, but figured he shouldn't spend the money when he had plenty of other tools. But this is the perfect size as he could just carry this around with him. It was a nice red, really sharp looking. He got a warm smile on his face. He realized she must have put it there when he was in the shower. He put it in his pocket, grabbed his sweatshirt, then went back to the kitchen.
Wren tried to relax some more before Hunter got there. She tried to stay calm. But then she panicked a bit. There was surely no expectation of anything physical happening when he was there today...was there? No. He wouldn't expect anything. Ever. She could tell he's not that way.
But in the back of her mind she wondered...what if he tried to kiss her?! She wasn't sure she was ready for that yet. Maybe she was, but she just wasn't sure. If it happened right that minute, then she wasn't ready. But who knows after they'd spent some actual alone time together. Even though they were alone on the couch last night, there were still other people in the house. So there was no way anything was going to happen. But there would be no one else here today.
Nope, just stay calm. Just stop overthinking. Just see how things go, and if you feel it's time, you'll know.
She was startled out of her spiral by a knock on the door. She jumped up, but then took a few deep breaths and took her time walking to the door.
When she opened it and saw Hunter standing there, the joy she felt far outweighed the anxiety. Yes, this had been the right choice.
"Hi, come in." She held the door open for him.
He entered and set the bag down, leaning over to take off his boots. She stood awkwardly nearby, not sure what to do or say.
He straightened up, grabbed the bag, and said, "Here's the pizza and sodas! Did you want to eat now?"
"Yeah, sure. That smells really good. Umm...did you want to eat at the table, or on the couch? I usually eat on the couch, but it's up to you. I have a table, and I might as well use it for something other than a desk and jigsaw puzzles, if you'd like." She realized she was rambling a little bit, so she stopped and smiled at him. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."
He walked closer to her, and laid his hand on her arm. "Hey, nothing to be nervous about. It's just me, and you know I'm not judging you, right?"
"Oh, of course. I've just never had someone over to my place. Well, not a guy anyway."
He walked to the kitchen and set the container and sodas out on the counter. "Do you have paper plates, or did you want to use real plates? It's my turn to do the dishes if we use real stuff."
She chuckled, and said, "I do have paper plates, let's just do that. That way neither of us have to do the dishes." She reached up in one of the cupboards, bringing down a couple of paper plates. "Did you want your soda in a cup with ice?"
He nodded and said, "Yeah, thanks."
So she also got out two cups, and then filled them with ice from the freezer. They both got their pizza and their sodas and then stood there, looking at each other. He smiled and said, "How about we sit on the couch? What are you watching?" As he looked at the TV, he said, "The Princess Bride?"
"Yeah, I was. It's my comfort movie, so I was watching it while relaxing. But we can turn it to the game now, if you'd like."
"Nah, I'm not that invested in the game that's on right now. I'd love to watch this movie again. You know it's one of my favorites."
She smiled and nodded as they headed to the couch. She sat in her usual spot at one end, and he sat in the middle rather than on the other end.
As they started eating, he said, "I really am glad you texted. I was a little surprised, but it was a very pleasant surprise." He looked at her and when she looked back, he gave her a big grin.
"I just...I thought..."
"Hey, Wren, you don't have to say anything or explain anything. I'm not questioning why you texted, I'm just letting you know I'm glad you did." When he said that, he patted her knee. That seemed to be his go-to move to comfort her, and Omega, and she loved it.
"Okay, but I did just want to let you know that the thought of having a whole day I could have spent with you, but instead was here alone, was what prompted me to text." She couldn't look at him when she said that. "I was exhausted, but once I got home and showered and lay down for a bit, I realized I really wanted to spend more time with you. So, I'm glad you wanted that too." She glanced over at him, still uncomfortable when confessing something so personal.
He smiled at her, and she finally looked him in the eyes. The kindness there was enough to take her breath away.
"I'm very glad we both wanted that." Then he winked at her. He winked. And she was pretty sure she melted into a puddle right at his feet.
After eating a few more bites in silence, she said, "Did you want me to restart the movie? It's fine if you do."
"No, I'll be fine. You can just play from where you stopped."
She pressed play, and the movie continued. They watched quietly for a few minutes. Wren ate the one piece of pizza and set her plate on the table.
"Hey, I brought you a second piece, just in case you wanted another."
"Awww, thank you. That's really nice. For now I'm okay. But I might want it later. Unless you end up wanting it."
"No, I'll be fine, I'm pretty sure I brought enough for myself."
"Did you tell your family where you were going?" She was curious.
"Yeah, I did. Omega was pretty excited. Well, they all were. Well, most were." He laughed quietly and she joined in.
Then he suddenly remembered her gift. "Hey!" He reached in his pocket and pulled out the Leatherman. "Thank you so much for this! I love it!"
She felt her face get warm. "Well, it's not as adorable as a stuffed lamb, that was really very sweet. But I hope you like it anyway."
"What? Not adorable? Look at this?" Then he opened it up and started showing her the different features. "Look at these tiny tools! The mini-scissors? This itty-bitty knife? This wee screwdriver? How can you say this baby ruler isn't adorable?!"
He was laughing at that point, and she couldn't help but laugh along.
"Okay, okay, I see now. It is adorable. I'm glad you like it."
He looked at her with mock seriousness, "I think it might be the best gift I've ever received. Thank you." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She definitely felt herself blush at that, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face.
He put the tool on the coffee table, and they continued watching the movie. As Hunter finished his pizza, he stood up and grabbed her plate. "I got this."
"Thank you," she said. "So, if you don't want that other piece, would you put it in the fridge for me? I'll eat it later."
"Of course." He touched her shoulder as he walked past. She felt a tingle where his hand had rested.
She could hear him in the kitchen throwing the plates away and putting the container in the fridge. She was starting to get a little more nervous, because he was going to be coming back and where would he sit.
"You need anything while I'm up?" he called in from the kitchen.
"No, I'm fine, thanks."
He came back in and walked in front of her to sit on the couch. He just perched on the edge of the seat at first and turned to look at her. "Where would you like me to sit? Down there? Or here?" He first pointed to the opposite end away from her, and then to where he was sitting at the moment.
"Umm...if you go down there, then I can follow and sit next to you, like we did last night at your house."
"That sounds perfect." He moved down to the very end and motioned to her. "Come on down."
She smiled and said, "Okay." She scooted across the space between them and leaned into him when she stopped. She pulled her legs up under her and laid her head on his chest.
As he put his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her just a little closer. Then he kissed the top of her head, and they settled into watching again. Now and then they would mumble a line of the movie under their breaths, and they both laughed in numerous places. Otherwise they were quiet.
She could feel herself getting drowsy. She was afraid of that when she took that anxiety pill earlier.
"I'm getting a little sleepy. If I fall asleep, just wake me up. I don't want to sleep when you're here."
"If you need to sleep, then you should sleep," he quietly replied.
"I don't need to sleep. I just took an anxiety pill earlier and it makes me drowsy. I'm not sleepy or tired, just drowsy. There's a difference. And I don't want to waste the time you're here by sleeping." She looked up at him, and he was looking down at her.
"Understood." What he didn't say was he still might not wake her, but he did understand what she meant.
She snuggled back into his side.
The movie ended a few minutes later, so she grabbed the remote and turned on the football game. That way if she did fall asleep it would be on a channel he would want to watch.
She could feel herself slipping further into sleepiness. He was slowly rubbing his hand along her arm and shoulder. She felt him lay his cheek on the top of her head. Then she was pretty sure she felt him kiss the top of her head again. She loved when he did that. It was such a sweet and caring gesture. Very him.
She wasn't sure how long they were like that, but she heard her name and realized she must have fallen asleep.
"Wren?" Hunter said again.
"Hmmm? Did I fall asleep? You didn't let me sleep long, did you?" She was mumbling a little, but he understood her.
"No, you were just out for a few minutes. But hey, I was wondering if you wanted to lay down. I'm afraid you're going to get your neck sore sitting up like this."
She mumbled more. "You're so nice. Do you know that? So nice."
He chuckled, because she still seemed to be a little out of it. "I'm glad you think I'm nice. But I'm not as nice as you."
"Yes, you are! Don't sell yourself short, mister!" She patted his chest as she yawned.
"Did you hear what I asked? Wren? Do you want to lay down? We can both lay here and watch TV, if you're okay with that?" He gently bumped her head with his trying to get her attention.
"Okay, yeah, that's fine." She still had her eyes closed.
"Okay, here we go." He maneuvered her around to where she was lying on her side, and then he lay down behind her, like they spent last night. He again put his arm around her waist, tugging her gently back towards him, so his chest was pressed against her back. He heard her sigh quietly, and it brought a smile to his face.
He was watching the game since she was asleep, but he was also getting sleepy. She really was so warm it helped him relax. Before he knew it, they were both dozing.
When he woke up about an hour later, he noticed she had turned over onto her back. Their faces were very close to each other, but she was still asleep. He propped himself up on one elbow and watched her. After a few minutes, she must have felt him looking at her, because she opened her eyes a bit.
"Hi," his husky voice was even huskier than usual.
"Hi," she said. Then she closed her eyes again, but stayed laying on her back. "I'm being such a terrible date. I'm sorry." If she'd been fully awake she probably wouldn't have referred to herself as his date, but she was just sleepy enough that it slipped out.
"You're not a terrible date. You're amazing." He was talking so softly, he wasn't even sure if she could hear him. But she had a small smile on her face, and he thought to himself that he'd never seen her look cuter.
And he kept watching her. For quite a few minutes. Until she stirred again, snuggling closer to him.
"Wren?" he asked quietly.
Nothing.
"Hey, Wren, can you hear me?"
"Mmm-hmmm. I can." She mumbled but still didn't open her eyes.
He decided to just ask, the worst she could say was no.
"Wren, can I kiss you?" He was practically holding his breath waiting for a response or a sign. Something. Anything.
She still didn't open her eyes, but she nodded and said, "Yes."
He leaned towards her just a bit and very gently pressed his lips to hers. That's all it was. Very chaste. Short. Close-mouthed. But the electricity he felt coursing through his body made him feel like he was on fire.
She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him. "That was my first kiss. Thank you."
"I'm the one who should be thanking you. Thank you for trusting me." He sounded so genuine.
She closed her eyes and brought her fingers up to her lips, keeping them there for a few seconds. After opening her eyes again, she reached for his face laying her hand on his cheek, her thumb running along his tattoo. All she could think was, I'm so glad it was you. But she couldn't bring herself to say that out loud.
He smiled a beautiful smile. He didn't push her about a second kiss. He knew how much she'd already gone through the past couple of days. But he couldn't resist that one time.
He settled back down on his side and she did the same. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent.
And before long, they were both asleep.
Epilogue - First Anniversary of their First Date
"Hunter! You're going to be late!" Omega hollered towards Hunter's room. He was standing at his dresser, digging through the clothes in the top drawer.
"I'm coming. I just need to get something!" He yelled back.
He and Wren were going out to eat for the first anniversary of their first date. The way things started when they first met, he never would have imagined they'd make it to this point. She didn't make it easy, that's for sure, but she was well worth the little bit of extra effort. For something that started out on such rocky footing, their relationship had grown into something strong and loving based on mutual admiration, trust, and respect. He loved her more than he thought he was even capable of before he met her. She was the best friend he'd ever had, and he knew she felt the same about him.
Just as he was starting to panic a bit, he found the little box he'd hidden in his drawer weeks ago. He opened it, just to check one more time. The ring inside sparkled in the light. He hoped she liked it, since he picked it out without her. He wanted it to be a surprise, and he couldn't wait to see the look on her face. And when she said "Yes," he knew there wouldn't be anyone in the world happier than him.
Getting back into playing AC Origins has got me thinking about Valhalla’s “The Last Chapter” again and how like. Completely unsatisfying it was. Like they really said yes, please spend 100+ hours building up your settlement, building relationships with characters, we’ll even have rejecting Odin in favour of the people you love be the climax of the whole game — except now we’re going to manage to make all 3 of those things seem meaningless in like 20 minutes of poorly put-together gameplay.
I get that they were trying to show a progression from Eivor viewing rejecting/accepting Odin as a dichotomous choice to her realizing she can learn from him while maintaining her own autonomy, but I just don’t think they played on that angle well. Even though leaving is intended to be portrayed as Eivor’s own choice, it’s just jarring to try to reconcile an Eivor more interested in knowledge for its own sake than her own people, an Eivor who would leave all the people she loves and all that she worked for never to return, with the Eivor we played as for dozens of hours, whose highest priorities were fully antithetical to leaving her clan. WHY did she need to leave all the other things that were important to her in order to learn from Odin? If she truly has power over him now, which I do think is what they were trying to say, why can’t she maintain her own life and identity while learning from him? It ends up coming across like Odin is still manipulating her even though I believe that is the opposite of what they were trying to say! I just hate it.
