#valka x reader

[toasterdrake]

truly shocked and disappointed in this fandom that i'm going to have to be the first person to write valka x reader

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Where You Belong (Valka)

Dragons were common on the islands. Vikings had been dealing with the scourge for as long as your heritage had been. Midnight was like a predator call. They lit the houses on fire, ate people. Your family prided themselves on being the greatest slayers this side of Berk. What they weren't proud of... was you. Quite lankier yet shorter than any other inhabitant to town DragonChow, you were constantly sidelined. Not that you minded. You weren't the violent type. You were the explorer type.

You'd thought about running away a thousand times and you'd actually stolen a boat twice. The first got you beat. The second gained the stern, watchful eyes everywhere you went. Everyone checked on you, and your brother guarded the dinghies like he hadn't stranded you in one over a decade ago. So, you had no use and no chance at escape. Until midnight.

They didn't come every night, but the watchers never abandoned their posts. The all-encompassing shadows covered you well, but a strange sound stopped you in your tracks. It was a deep sound, more felt than heard, and leathery, like a saddle being dropped again and again. The wind couldn't decide where to go as it burst down on you from all directions. You looked to the sky, seeing only a single wing pass in front of the moon's fraction shown.

But the watchers noticed too and the snuffed torches suddenly roared to life. Archers took up their posts, some arrows flaming. They released the string at the and the arrows missed as they always did, only illuminating the swarm. And co.

Your gaze was drawn to the oddly dressed, startlingly masked. The misshapen wood with near horns donned a Dragon Rider. They stood atop a mighty 6 winged dragon. A few of the frontmen descended in retaliation, taking an archer and snapping her bow in two. Another sent out some fireballs to torch some homes as a distraction. And it worked, bucket-ers dumping water on all the flames barring the creators of it. You were the only civilian not occupied. Someone loaded the net launcher. He aimed at the swarm just moving along. These dragons were unknown to you, not the feral ones in sparse packs. And your people had stuck first.

Alarmed, you ran over to him. It was a miracle no one had seen you. Or maybe it was just a crisis. In any event, no one stopped you from knocking the launcher off course. The flingers of more nets were trapped instead. You stared at them in shock, mouth ajar with guilt. Defenders of your island - sitting ducks.

A dragon dropped to just over your left shoulder, scooping the launcher conductor into its claws before dropping him into the freezing waters. Still, these were scouts, defenders. They were all just migrating.

A large fire roared in your ears and you stared at the trappers, deciding your village needed them now. The swarm had mostly passed, barring the Rider hovering over the village not that you knew, and these violent fucks needed to go. Oh! and the fire was headed for them so you really ought to get on it. Fear for their deaths on your hands shot your heart-rate up with the swarm. You dropped to their level and raced for the group. You were almost in arm's reach when something scooped you up. You screamed in fear, then kicked and pushed at claws to make it release you before you reached the ocean. You passed the shore, but stayed enclosed in claws.

They weren't exactly shelter, the chilled night air slipping through reptile fingers, slowly freezing you as you traveled. You didn't have many options so you stayed as you were, watching. It was quite touching to see the dragons just with their own. They flew around each other and dove and spat fire. A few play-fought, and the multitudes of flying reptiles distracted you from the numbness spreading up your legs. A faint smile lit your face at the raw beauty.

Not that you knew, but someone was pleased to see that reaction, though she couldn't keep herself from grabbing your attention.

Your vision was invaded abruptly by that 6-winged dragon, the rider still standing on its back. "Hey!" you shouted, hoping they were still able to speak. You'd heard of riders going feral. The stark blue-green of their mask popped when they turned to face you. "I know it's probably been a while, but this is still kidnapping!" You received no response and, soon enough, or perhaps longer due to unknown hypothermia, the fleet, swarm, began its descent.

They all made for a massive, icy construct. The freedom of the sky became beautiful chaos as they all filed in.

You were dropped onto a continually cold surface, but you couldn't move. The cold had set into your bones and you had only the strength to draw in your limbs, even then only slightly. The dragon responsible for your abduction landed slightly above your head and walked around before facing you. She'd never taken a human before, but had felt compelled to. She nudged you with her snout, huffing out a hot breath across your skin. Nice as it was felt, the heat faded just as fast as it came. Quick steps came next, then the robed rider was at your side. They were surprisingly soft, gentle with you, and they seemed quite practiced in their caring movements.

Afraid, you eyed the room. A useful icicle lied by pieced apart ice shards, so you reached for the whole one. But a furry boot came down on the sharp end, breaking it off and unintentionally making a sharper end. You wanted to stand, face off, charge your abductors but the cold sapped all of your strength. You grunted under the strain of simply rising to your arms.

The rider removed their mask and robe, wrapping you up and scooping you from your own strength. She smiled down at you, you staring weakly up at... her. "You'll fit in fine," she assured you just before you fainted.

*

You were warm when you woke up. And alive. Still in your nightclothes from the village, you were draped in heavy, quality, fur covers, the room inhabited by two dragons and a pair of green eyes watching you from across the room.

"It's rare for a dragon so old to choose a rider so young." You looked over at the dressed-down... woman. She had hair pulled back, but it was a brown which appeared red in the light. Her clothes were entirely brown, either leather or hide, and she wore pants. You couldn't explain how she was beautiful, but she was. "They prefer someone more  dynamically close in age. It helps them get along with their rider." And she spoke softly, teacher-like, and as if she'd been waiting for someone to share her lifestyle with.

"Choose?" you choked out, preceding a swallow.

The woman nodded, moving closer. My CloudJumper chose me, as all dragons do their rider." She reached out a hand, touching your hair as if she hadn't had the opportunity to touch someone else in decades. She sat beside you. "her name is Taeryn. She is a Mystery Class and the mystery is her breed."

You laughed, looking down at the heads propped on the bed. It was alarming to have two dragons staring at you, but neither seemed aggressive so you came to terms quite quickly. "What does it mean to be her rider?" you asked.

The woman smiled wide, happy you weren't scared. "She loves you already, but you'll get closer. You have to know how to treat and care for her, and she'll never leave you. Once you're trained, you can go anywhere with her." She reached out to touch your hair again. "We can start when you are ready." Her big blue-green eyes bored into you, just as soulful as CloudJumper's. "Are you ready to ride her instead of being carried?"

You nodded. The woman beamed, going to stand by the bed. You grabbed her wrist quickly. "What's your name?"

She lost a bit of power, probably realizing how long it had been since someone had asked her that. Still, she forced it and answered, "Valka."

Valka got to dress you as you'd obviously freeze flying in the clothes you'd nearly frozen in before. She couldn't put you in the clothes of Taeryn's last rider so she put you in her spare outfit. As the arms and legs hung off of your short frame, she knew Taeryn would surprise you with fur and hide until you were consistently comfortable in the sky with her.

*

Training initially consisted of weeks of Dragon care taking and Taeryn care taking. Once you understood dragons, you took to the sky. As predicted, the ill-fitting clothes only got in the way and you still had to return early, Valka spotting your azure lips. The first time Taeryn brought you skin, you hardly thought twice. You'd made clothes from worse. Piecing it all together in your head was easy. Action had problems. You'd slowly extracted one of Taeryn's claws and she helped you cut the material. Valka had some thread to piece some pieces together. It took several attempts and likely far too many dead animals, but you had three outfits, only one to a high enough degree that you could wear it riding. And ride you did. Simple trips were easy, fun.

But Valka had one lesson left to well and truly show you before you were free. You hadn't thought about once your education was done. Valka hoped you'd stay, but she did so of every rider who passed through her swarm. Luckily for you, you still had the last lesson, which could take a while.

Mostly because you couldn't focus. CloudJumper was in the sky with you all, but Valka was on Taeryn with you. You both stood on her back and she'd assured you it would take more than two pair of feet to injure a dragon's back. But it didn't take much to rattle you. The auburn haired woman stood at you backside, directing your position for each tilt Taeryn had, sliding off midair, remounting midair, walking from one dragon to the next. She taught harmony, respect, in the face of love. But her hands were driving you crazy! Perhaps you should leave the distracting wild card. She always made it hard to focus, with the strength you'd experienced more than once. Likewise with her compassion and patience. And yet, she made you dizzy with her passion and intensity. You looked back at her, realizing. So you kissed her.

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Valkas admirer

“you can let them dry and turn them into paint,

or you can drown them in water to make them a potion, but should you find me worthy of your attention you can keep them

and come dance with me at the spring solstice”

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Ive been itching to make a Valka x reader oneshot cause I have the biggest crush on her and the first idea that came to me was a Drengr from Eivors crew crushing on the seer and subtly asking her out. Valka is also interested in her but likes the idea of a chase and does everything in her power to seduce and drive the drengr crazy first before giving in.

im unsure if this is a good idea My brain may or may not be fried from exam season

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Where You Belong (Valka)

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Valka x f!reader 🌿

CW: This is a difficult and self indulgent piece. I have been going through a messy breakup and an awful change of events and had the need to vent in this form. Theres non descriptive mentions of unwilling prostitution & thoughts of suicide. has a positive turn of events

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Have you ever gone out to swim at 3:00 am in October when the water is cold ? When you dive, it engulfs you and you feel it prickle your bones. Sometimes, if you stay a minute longer you may feel needles in your heart, then your lungs get sucked in within themselves and then panic, terror and peace will hit you all at once. You will be met with two choices. One that is out of instinct , to pull yourself up to the surface and taste the sweet oxygen . The other is the one that brought you beneath the water in the first place. The path to peace, eternity and release.

You fiddled with the lines of death and life waiting for an answer to come to you. You dove in the lake and languidly swam, ignoring the pressure on your temples from the discomfort of the cold. you opened your eyes and stared into the eternal abyss that was the deep water where the fjord met its end and abruptly connected with the vast ocean. A shade of yellow and amber split the peace of the cool hues and urged you into the surface in alarm.

a raid

you turned to look behind you where your flat, small boat was hovering above the water in tranquility and decided to swim back as fast as you could to avoid the upcoming conflict. it was close. You could hear the roars and ashes danced with the snow in the air. Your hands touched wood, moist and sturdy, and hauled yourself up where you rushed to throw your furs over your shoulders. You reached land and ran to your hut to find in horror that it was your settlement that the raven clan had decided to ambush in search of your vile King, Kjotve

Your outpost was further away from the main colony of Kjotves clan which meant the raven clan intended to threaten and send a message.

You walked, half naked, wet and cold and looked at your village disheartened, taking soft breaths with clouds forming in the air every time you did. You stared at the burning small, ugly and wrecked hut as it crumbled upon itself and forgot to care about the angry warrior's voice behind you. That was until an arm abruptly turned you around and upon instinct with one hand you grabbed their wrist and with the other went to cover yourself with the thin fur coat

a blonde woman with a gnarly scar and a growl in her voice spoke

“What are you doing at a soldiers outpost?!”

she asked bewildered and your eyes moved from her face to the flames behind her.

“One of us is sent each week to keep the soldiers entertained. This week it was my turn”

And in that burning hut were your savings to hopefully start anew somewhere further away. Years worth of work and ache between your legs burned to a crisp.

The woman seemed genuinely empathetic and softened her grip on your arm

“Come to our settlement. This warning went to Kjotve not to the innocents”

you shook your head “I'm not homeless”

“And is your home somewhere you wish to go back to?”

you tightened your jaw and would have wept if it wasn't for the simple fact that you had forgotten how

Unbeknownst to you, that was your first night of freedom

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“Eivor! You are back” said a ginger woman, tall and clothed in colored fabrics and stones. from the longship,You watched her converse with the blonde warrior called Eivor in silence. You did nothing to move. You weren’t sad to see your village burn. You hated that place. But you were unsure of what good you could be to a morally upright settlement. You never felt like you were smart and your body was frail and thin and would not be able neither to forge an axe nor wield it. There was no use for you other than that, which you were brought here out of pity and that made something twist in your stomach so violently that you were ready to hurl had you not learned how to keep yourself composed and maintain a pretty facade of calmness

Eivor eventually motioned you over and you stepped out of the ship ignoring the burly mans help and walked over to the two women, feeling safer in their presence

“Eivor told me a bit about your situation. I suggest we take you to our seer for her to see you don’t have any injuries. the rest will come later” she said and you frowned

“I'm fine. No need to waste time with that. As long as I get a few hours of sleep I could start working tomorrow in…well, I could learn to cook I guess” You tried realizing you had never done even that before. Polished and smooth skin was rare and came with a cost unfortunately.

Randvi pulled you aside from Eivor and wrapped an arm around your shoulders to take you on a short walk, stopping in front of the stables

“I understand you are scared, but we are not them. You will be staying at Valkas hut for the first few days either way, so no harm in checking for injuries in the meantime” her voice was persuasive and you recognised the jarlskona in her. You admired her a moment longer before looking in front of you at the horses. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear affectionate

“I don’t mean to pry and I say this out of care. If you want to speak, Valka is a wonderful seer and I can grow to be a friend. "You nod politely not because you felt thankful but because it was the right thing to do.

Only one unaffected by life's cruelty could still be a believer or even worse, a seer and making a friend out of a woman who slept in fox furs and wore jewels sounded pretentious

Eivor sat on the saddle and pulled you up silently.

“Its a long walk so its better we go this way. She is at the top of the hill” you secured your arms around her waist latching onto the leather belts hoops.

“So she enjoys silence ? it Wouldn't be kind of me to disrupt her peace then, no?”

“Valka lives with her sick mother and is too selfless to take offense in providing shelter to someone in need.She lives at the top because she likes it most for her meditations and ugh…Other things I guess”

your interest perked up at her dismissive tone

“My my, an agnostic norse ? What a sight”

you heard a soft chuckle and the horse rounded a wooden hut decorated with bones, wood and ribbons.

“I do have faith. But sometimes it does seem weak when I have to talk with Valka” you smiled and cocked a brow at her as she offered a hand to lower your from her horse

“How peculiar”

her cheeks tinted pink and you might have melted at the sight had your attention not been snapped away to the wooden door opening and the seer stepping out. At the soft crunching of the snow you looked at her standing at the top of her stairs in front of her hut. She had a gentle smile when she greeted eivor and that did not falter when she looked at you. She was a stunning woman, serene looking with eyes like the waters of the fjords that you learned to love and swim in every morning. Blue paint decorated her body like river streams and a black veil covered her head.

“Valka this is” Eivor started but you took a step forward and decided to introduce yourself on your own. She welcomed you in and Eivor greeted Valkas mother and decided to take a seat next to her letting the two of you talk in a more private area. You were startled and equally entranced with the fluidity that she lead the conversation and you found yourself speaking easier than you initially assumed you would

“I was sold to Kjotve. He often trades women for his sexual endeavors and so that he can pay less silver to his soldiers. Which is why I was at the outpost”

she had an empathetic look on her face as she studied your body for injuries finding only one that needed a bit of tending to.

“The Gods protected you then. Had you not gone for a swim you would have burned along with everything else”

you smiled “The gods did not help me. I went to swim in hopes to drown myself. Yet I didn't drown, I didn't burn and I dont have my silver to go anywhere anymore”

Valka was silent and she did not take offense to your adamant rejection of her faith, or if she did, she didn’t show it.

she bandaged a burn mark on your ankle and found a new set of robes to help you in. Her own perhaps as it seemed you two had the same build

“You don’t have to accept the Gods help” she paused

“but will you accept mine?” something in you shifted as you felt her soft fingers brush over your skin while she dressed you and cared for you. While she braided your hair and gave you tea to drink

You had so badly wanted to feel angry. To throw a childish tantrum and break everything in her sacred spacious hut. To dig a sword in those wooden statues and rip those altair fabrics and make them asswipes. In horror you found the fabrics with the runes to your liking, the burning sage eased your headache and the tea was so sweet and warm.

That night, You were visited by Freyja in your sleep

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The first few days Valka didn’t ask for anything. She would check on you and change your bandages if needed and she would bring you soup to eat and later tea to drink. She would openly meditate in front of her altair and praise the Gods and then she would take care of her mother who already seemed too far gone. You were bothered by this act of altruism and one evening when she was poking the woods at the fireplace you approached her and she moved over to give you space to sit

“am I supposed to just stand here ?”

“I don't mind your company. Is mine to your disliking?” she questioned and you shook your head

“That’s not what I'm saying, I…Give me some work. Randvi and Eivor haven’t come up here to give me any so maybe you can ? I want to make myself useful” she turned her attention away from the burning coals and gave you a smile

“Very well” she said and you looked around the place in awkward silence. She did not enlighten you any further on how she planned on making use of you but she did offer you tea once again, that you once again accepted and you both sat before the place listening to the cracking wood, to the sounds of nature at night with the occasional, soft addition of Valkas humming.

The next morning, Valka walked into your room and woke you up. She waited for you to come to your senses and while getting dressed she sat on your bed and watched while listing a few tasks. It started with you helping her cook or prepare the ingredients for her mixtures.After some time, she allowed you to collect the plants with her and sometimes you would aks their purpose which she gladly enlightened you on. You watched every ritual and grew fond of the times that she would perform due to her taking more time in her appearance. She didn’t mind your wandering eyes and if your mind didn’t fool you, you could say that she liked the reaction she evoked out of you.

one day she stood before you with a thin veil tied near her hips and her long blue robe open and naked without bones and talismans to hold it together. she passed you a bowl with blue paint and asked for you to do her paint in front of her altair.

you started with her hands, and moved to her shoulders carefully and with a slow pace trying your best to mimic how steady her work was that it almost mimicked a tattoo

Her energy vibrated off of her and imprinted on you, her breath fanned across your face and brushed your lashes. You decided to return to the front later and fell down to start on her legs which were ridiculously well shaped.

“Don’t worry about precision. Its the intention that matters”

“Can someone like me learn to have proper intentions?”

she reached a hand and cupped your cheek.you looked up at her from your knees and pulled the brush away from her knees. With the wooden statues and candles behind her you almost felt like this was your time to start praying to Freyja for a sight like this could have only been her doing.

“My child, you already have them” she said with the warmth of a wolf protecting its cub. You lingered there and she pulled away with a final stroke of her thumb on your cheek. You resumed your paintwork and she muttered praises to freyja “I…The first night I came here. I saw her in my dream” you confessed and Valkas attention was on you. Her smile was bright and there was a glint in her eyes you couldn’t decipher . You painted the final stroke on her thigh and got up to work on her torso

“You were visited by the great one, Should you ever wish to work with her she will guide you to the path of spirituality”

You liked painting om Valkas body, you liked her skin and how there were goosebumps left on your path. You could feel every exhale and the thrumming of her heartbeat lulled you to another world

“I'd like to, if you could teach me”

“Let's enjoy Samhain and we will start tomorrow. Now come, I'll give you my robes and we will go down to the village”

That night, despite this being the darkest holiday of the wheel of the year, you felt more alive than ever. You chanted with Valka and you sang together and then you danced with her in the distance amongst the other drunk drengrs, and you could feel the energy course through you along with the mead and the burning herbs in the air. In her eyes, you saw freedom and in freedom you found your faith

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on the third month you were conflicted. You saw Valka and you respected her, but practicing with her grew difficult. Every touch made your skin burn and every look made your head spin. You saw her in her robes and you saw her with less of them during private offerings and in all the admiration there was the numbingly loud sexual desire burn within you. Something you thought died years ago buried in shame and pain. She asked you to court her to her baths at the lakes and prepare the oils for the cleansing rituals.Everytime she asked that you join her and everytime you found a poor excuse of

-I don’t feel the deities yet- even though you did.

She was patient with you and she settled for making the prayer before her bath with you. She approached and your eyes widened as you saw her turn to you with spread arms and hold your face in her cold palms, her forehead pressed against yours. You prayed with her and felt your mind wander astray as you admired her chest, her narrow hips and her long legs. You closed your eyes shut and prayed a little louder in Freyjas honor hoping that this was a gift and not a challenge

Your life once again would be turned upside down when Sigurd and Eivor decided to take off to Mercia. you stood behind Valka as she talked with her about her visions and warned her of their meaning with your occasional insight involved. Eivor knelt to pick up a box with your things and Valka turned to you

“In Mercia they will need a seer until I'm able to come” she said and your heart sank. She didn’t tell you of this and the hurt showed in your face

“I will come eventually but now I have to stay back and take care of my mother”

“Then I will stay with you” you said.Valka seemed puzzled , then a smile graced her lips

“Eivor give us a few minutes” and Eivor left the hut. Valka held your hand and pulled you to her chambers to make sure she was alone. she did not pull away and let her thumb stroke her hand

“You are ready enough to take care of them until Im there. Is that something scary to you?” You looked at your joined hands and took a step forward towards her

“Its not. But I want you next to me” your eyes met and you took another step closer to her. There was an undeniable attraction towards her. Then again the high priestess of the settlement had eyes follow her more often than not. She kissed your forehead and her hands traveled from yours towards your shoulders and then rested around your neck. She toyed with the bone necklaces the you wore

“Speak to me”

“I care for you Valka as more than just an apprentice. I want to be more than just a student to you” her lips connected with yours and you were too stunned to immediately return the kiss which ended all too soon

“I know. I could tell” You were confused and were unsure if you could be happy

“The night before your arrival Freyja visited me. She spoke to me in riddles, and then you landed on my doorstep beautiful and lost” she praised and your cheeks heated up. Her fingers fell to your waist and circled it beneath the loose blue robe pulling you closer to her exposed front, you chest meeting hers with the other hand still holding the back of your head

“Freyja united us. However I saw the storm in your mind and your clouded vision so I gave you time”

you could leap in happiness finding the innocence spark up within you of a first love

“Were you not going to say anything ?” You asked and she left another kiss near your lips “I was once I joined you in Mercia. I felt that perhaps in the time of you being away from me you could figure out what you wanted for yourself without your eyes wandering to my assets” you burned in shame. So she had noticed

“No need to guilt yourself over it. I have done so as well, and most of my rituals don't require me to be nude either way” she soothed and now your heart, which was already soft had melted to a puddle in the reciprocation of your feelings

You took initiative in kissing her and wrapped your arms around her neck the way you always dreamed of doing so. Youd have hoped to seal your bond beneath Freyjas statue but Eivor, stupid and impatient, interrupted you two.

she was caught off guard when she saw the proximity of the two of you and with a face red as a burning amber she closed the door behind her and yelled

“We have to leave soon!”

you looked back at the seer, your love, your fated soulmate and she looked at you in return

This was the beginning of something new, something prosperous.