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[ CAPTOBER: DAY EIGHT – MUSPELHEIM]

most dear is fire to the sons of men, most sweet the sight of the sun

-- Hávamál, Wisdom for Wanderers, verse 68

#[whispers] vili is a dragon--#WHO SAID THAT????#NOT ME #valhallatober #ac valhalla #vili hemmingson

°•Of Protection and Runes°•

I don't know how to start this post HAHAHAHAHAAH.

But SÌ, contrary to people's belief, no, I'm not dead...but my account is: well, WAS, and this kind of little contest (??I don't know how to name it,apologies) truly encouraged me to resurrect this dead blog. And also and most of all it gave me the "final kick in the ass" I needed to start writing again. I was talking with my friend some days ago and I was just telling her how much I miss writing, and this just came in the perfect timing.

This is for the 2nd of October: Runes. (I KNOW today isn't the 2nd and it's WAY later BUT, better later than ever I say).

Oh and just for the sake of the warning, this will be a male Eivor × fem reader. (lord I have been wanting to write about him since AGES, so I'm truly happy that I finally have something to write about. I'm so in love with this writetober)

Hope you like it as much as I do! Some reviews would be so much appreciated honestly: this is the first time ever I write about Eivor, and I just hope that, even if in this little shot, I managed to 'capture' him well ;( Let me know!

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The only perceptible sound in that quiet, large room was the gentle crackling of the fire burning in the fireplace. Its long, reddish tongues danced sinuously and quickly, casting strange shadows on the wooden walls, followed by his attentive but at the same time distracted gaze; the embers, together with her body tiredly lying on his, gave off a welcoming warmth.

Her words still persisted strongly in his mind: pants, heavy breaths, muffled moans of pleasure and fragments of words whispered with effort and passion still hovered in the atmosphere, almost as if they were slowly fading away with the fire, but remaining imprinted in his heart like a seal.

His blue eyes wandered around the small room, moving from the living flames of the fire to its shadows that now, instead, reflected on her naked body, caressing with his fingers the same paths they took on her features: gently and slowly he moved his fingertips over her hips, tracing a long line down her back, drawing circles and imaginary designs, tracing a passage between her shoulders and along her arms.

Her hands and chin, however, rested on his broad chest, face turned up to watch Eivor's pensive gaze. Her e/c eyes never left his blue ones, following their every movement, watching their every change, seeing the warm fire reflected in his chilling eyes; pressing her bare breasts more to his torso, she let her head fall onto his chest and let the slow beat of his heart lull her.

She opened her mouth, a mere attempt to break that heavy and deafening silence, but the words died on her parted lips, slightly frowning her eyebrows: she hoped, silently prayed that their gazes, at last, might cross and meet, unite. But she could clearly see a thick veil of worry and confusion clouding his mind and obscuring his own deep-set eyes.

She knew the reason for this fear: the journey he would have to undertake the next morning. The same journey that would take him far from his homeland, hurling him into a new and unknown land, where he could find wealth and glory, or misery and misfortune, his own ruin: the same journey that would take him away from her.

She had no doubts about Eivor's abilities and willingness of spirit, nor did she doubt Sigurd's ambitious promises and tales, nor could she blame two ardent and eager souls like those of the two brothers. Nevertheless, she could do nothing, she knew all too well how strong the bond between the brothers was and he knew that Eivor would follow Sigurd everywhere.

She was incapable of acting against the will of the warrior and, above all, she did not want to change it: she wanted his destiny to be fulfilled. But, at the same time, she wanted to be part of it, she aspired to be an integral part in it.

"Eivor..." the silence, which until now had reigned supreme between them, was suddenly broken by her calm, low voice, his name only a murmur among the crackling fire.

Eivor, hearing himself called, turned his head in her direction, looking down, finally meeting the young woman's bright eyes; his hand stopped running down her body, stopping on one of her hips, giving it a gentle squeeze. A small and, to say the least, imperceptible smile raised the corners of his mouth as his composed, stern gaze softened more and more as he observed her.

Instead, the young woman reached out her hand slightly, resting it on his bearded cheek, sharing his smile when she saw the way he leaned on her soft, smooth and welcoming touch, seeing how he sighed before closing his eyes for some moments. After that, he took her hand in his and, closing it, brought it close to his mouth, pressing his lips to the back of her small hand for endless moments, indulging in her skin.

He didn't stop giving her his gentle, calm smile as his hands caressed her body and as his eyes searched for that strange glow in the melancholic gaze of his beloved. He watched her carefully with an apprehensive gaze, waiting for her to express herself, tacitly trying to perceive what was stopping her so much.

But, in his heart as well as hers, he knew what the reason was.

"I fear..." Y/n began suddenly, syllables spoken in a trembling, dim voice, inaudible except by him alone as he continued to clasp one of her hands in his.

He knew. He already knew. He would never have allowed her to say another word if it would have meant a huge effort from his lover and caused her further unnecessary pain.

"Do not." Eivor interrupted her in a low, deep tone and with raspy voice, leaving another kiss on the back of her hand. "I know" there was no need to add more. Their eyes spoke to each other in unspoken ways.

"This is enough for me" the drengr continued in a soft and soothing voice, as sooth and delicate as silk, the same silk that seemed to flow gently over her skin as his touch wandered all over her body; conviction and firmness resonated in his quiet voice as he rested his back on the wooded headboard of the bed, leaning against it, sighing slightly.

But in spite of the firmness in the young man's tone and in spite of the determination and authority, worry, doubt and anguish mixed with a poignant feeling of helplessness got the better of her.

"I want...I need more" Y/n admitted, her dim voice trembling with a strong desire that, impossible and unattainable, could only come true when she closed her eyes.

Needing more time, more moments, more words, more whispers, more smiles, more of him, more of them together.

In the modest room there was once again a deadly silence: the walls were no longer warmly lit by the fire, which was dying in a pile of ashes amid the glowing embers; small reddish sparks were slowly being moved through the air by the wind coming from the half-open window; no shadow of the flames of that passionate fire enveloped the two lovers anymore. All was silent. All was still.

They continued to look at each other intently for endless, eternal moments, letting the deafening silence speak, scream and confess for them.

Slowly, the young woman took her hands away from the larger ones of him and placed them both on his broad chest. His gaze became confused as she began to drag one of her fingers over the place of his heart, as if she were writing, drawing, carving something on it: his curious, deep blue eyes carefully followed every line she drew on his pale skin, making him shiver.

A genuine smile filled with infinite gratitude formed on the Viking's lips as he recognised the runes she had imaginatively 'carved' into his chest, into his heart.

Y/n leaned forward, leaving a trail of delicate, chaste and sweet kisses on his bare chest; tracing once more with her fingers what she had written, she continued to kiss him on his neck, from cheek to lips, from lips to ear. And, pausing near it, she whispered to him:

"May this protect you, and bring you back to me" and this wish, this special prayer resonated in echoes in the man's mind, thus sealing those runes branded into his skin and etched into his heart.

"We will have more" Eivor murmured, bringing one of his hands to his chest; his tone full of a promise that Y/n knew would be kept, honoured and respected in due time. His blue eyes became overflowing with a renewed hope and happiness as he distinguished and recognized that vibrant sparkle in her e/c ones he loved so much.

Neither of them spoke, neither made a single sound. To be there at that moment, in each other's arms, smiling and observing each other, remembering as many details as possible about each other and keeping them in their minds; to be there to remember and keep those pure, genuine and unique feelings and those fiery, passionate moments soaked, burnt and sealed into their hearts; to be there to kiss and to unite their bodies as well as their souls, to praise all the Gods and to pray together on each other's mouths and skins. To be there and to live, to be there in that moment and to continue, not begin, their destiny that would undoubtedly continue to intertwine.

And this all was enough.

That was enough for the both of them.

For now.