It's April in Jorvik - ( sabine x reader ) Chapter 1
hi! I plan to crosspost this fanfic to AO3 as soon as I get my invite :')
( cw: swearing. )
Itâs April in Jorvik.Â
The snow is off the ground, the grass is green, and the Equestrian Festival is finishing its preparations.Â
And as for you, you were truly excited for it, but now youâre stuck running errands for your fellow Soul Riders⌠again.
You thought last year was ridiculous dealing with Alex and Lindaâs last minute tasks, but this year was even worse. Both Anne and Lisa were tagging along this year which has added on to your own preparations for the festival. As much as youâre usually happy to help, you canât help but curse to yourself this time for being so willingly. Stupid Soul Rider nonsense. All you wanted to do was practice and prepare your horses for the events you were set to participate in. But no, youâre were dealing with setting up another booth for the girls, helping Lisa gather her tack and outfits, and attempting to prevent Concorde from spooking at everything. Thankfully, everything other than Concorde has been dealt with, but now youâre losing light and youâre walking your horse next to Anne while she hand walks Concorde.Â
This reincarnation of Concorde is, respectfully, a major pain in the ass. She still isnât able to talk just yet, even after being aged by Vala, so it makes every situation worse because she canât even tell you what her problem is. You were riding your starbreed, who is just about as fed up as you with everything. Unfortunately, for your horse, he was the best option for putting up with Concordeâs bullshit. The gelding pinned his ears at every out of line movement by Concorde. If she got too close he nipped at her, putting her back in line. By this point, youâve figured out that she hates the balloons, so you were doing slow laps around the arena to get her accustomed to them.Â
After your tenth lap Concorde finally calmed down enough to walk without trying to break free from Anneâs grasp.Â
â Anne, it's like 8pm. I think sheâs about as desensitized to everything as sheâs gonna get .â You give a gentle tug on your horse's reins and his ears pricked back up as he stopped. Anne looked at you and looked back to her horse, defeated. You hop off your gelding and give his neck a good pat.Â
â Sheâs as good as sheâs going to get. â Anne reiterates your sentiment with a sigh.Â
â Can we please get back to the stables? Between everything Iâve done today, I havenât had time to see my other horses that I might be riding tomorrow. âÂ
Anne nods. â I have to deal with cleaning up Concorde anyways. She isnât anywhere where she needs to be if sheâs possibly going to be performing tomorrow. â The grey mare pinned her ears back at her and snorted in annoyance at the notion she isnât up to par. Does it make sense to clean a grey horse the night before a competition..? Who knows, but you arenât gonna rain on her parade. However, Concordeâs a priss so maybe sheâd stay clean. The two of you start your walk back over to the stables and trailers. You donât bother to grab your starbreedâs reins, he follows you along like a dog. Besides, youâre too focused on making sure Concorde doesnât try to pull a fast one on the two of you.
â Where are you stalling her? Are you bringing her back to your home stable or are you staying here for the night? âÂ
â I could not imagine leaving her here. â Anne practically scoffed at you. â We are going back home. I wonât lie, I truly donât know how Iâd fit all of my outfits and whatnot into a suitcase. Also, where on earth would I get ready? âÂ
â Iâm staying at the inn? A lot of the people who are competing are staying at the inn? â You give her a look. Anne returned the look and rolled her eyes.Â
â Yeah, not happening. Iâll just deal with waking up earlier tomorrow. â You shrug at her and the two of you finish your walk to the stable and part ways. Your horse audibly breathed a sigh of relief when Concorde was out of sight. You chuckled at him and gave him a pat on the shoulder.
â Yeah, I know. That was awful. But, hey, you were great, boy. â You gave him a rub on the forehead. â Letâs get that tack off of you, you deserve some rest. â You led him to his stall and untacked him, leaving his tack on the stand next to his stall door.Â
As you walked out the stall he tried to follow behind, but was stopped by you closing his door. He bobbed his head and snorted at you in protest.Â
â I didnât forget bud, I promise. â You rummage through the bag you brought and grab your bucket of Stud Muffins. The starbreed eagerly, but politely, snatched the treat from your hand, satisfied.Â
You turn to the next couple of stalls and see the two other horses you brought with you. You were set to compete in a few categories in the following days and decided to use some of your other horses to give them some time away from the stables.
Your starbreed was going to be your horse for the cross country section. That honestly should be a given from the amount of nonsense the two of you have gotten yourself into throughout all of Jorvik.
 You brought an 11 year-old Belgian Warmblood gelding for show jumping. Thunder is black with a small snip on his nose and he towers over you at a good 16.9 hands. Heâs been with you for a while now and has proved to be a fantastic performer. Â
Finally, you brought your new 6 year-old Andalusian mare for dressage. Daybreak is a gorgeous dapple grey mare, you are still in awe that you managed to snag her. In all honesty, you arenât too serious about the dressage portion, but you thought itâd be a good experience just to test out your new mare in the ring. However, you know that sheâd be fantastic no matter the rider.Â
You give the two of them their own Stud Muffins and give them both a scratch for good measure.Â
You were in your own world when suddenly two tall shadows nearly made you jump out of your skin. At the entrance of the stable a tall woman walks in leading a large black Fresian through the door. It doesnât take you long to realize who it was.
Sabine.Â
Of course. Why wouldnât she be here? She was the last two years. You briefly recall the events that transpired between the two of you last April and the one before.Â
You stay silent and try to finish up your chores for the night, grabbing a bucket for your horsesâ grain. Khaan's steps thundering through the otherwise silent barn.
Annnnnnd of course she has Khaan stalled right next to your overly friendly gelding, Thunder. You mentally groan and try to not let your embarrassment show. The black gelding immediately tries to make friends with Khaan through the bars separating their stalls. The larger stallion pins his ears back at the attention, but doesnât truly react until Sabine exits the stall. The moment she closes the stall door, the Fresian emits the lowest squeal youâve ever heard from a horse and he kicks at the wall separating them. Thunder backs off and goes to seek attention from Sabine. She ignores his attempts and flings Khaanâs lead rope over her shoulder.
Sabine glares in your direction before turning to a bag sat next to Khaanâs stall door, pulling out a hoof pick and returning inside Khaanâs stall. Hm, bold after your horse just raised hell.
â Wouldnât have taken you as a person with more than one horse. â She commented as she began to work on Khaanâs hooves, not bothering to make eye contact with you. â Thought a Soul Rider would be too loyal to even think about it. âÂ
You try and fail miserably to stop yourself from chuckling which earns you another glare and scowl in your direction when she puts Khaanâs hoof down.Â
â And I wouldnât take the Dark Rider as one that would stall their horse in a public stable. â You shoot back at her sarcastically, but lightheartedly. â But I guess, no one else really knows that youâre a Dark Rider here. So, what difference does it make? â You say as you dump grain into Thunderâs feed bucket, which makes him entirely forget about Sabine and Khaan.Â
â You should see my home stable. Itâd make your head spin if you think me having two other horses is more than you expected. â You make your way back to your bag of grain, making Daybreakâs dinner. Sabine gave an audible huff as she finished up her work on her horseâs feet. She exited the stall again and threw the pick down in her bag.Â
â I donât think itâs really any of your business why I have Khaan stalled here. Why donât you just focus on your horses and Iâll deal with mine.â Ah there you go, thatâs the Sabine you remember.
âHey, you spoke first.â You dump the grain into your mareâs bucket. The two of you go to your work in awkward silence. You werenât really sure why you were comfortable being alone with her, or moreso, why you didn't feel threatened by her presence. However, your starbreed wasnât too happy about her being so close to you. You could feel him grow uneasy as you heard him pace and paw at the ground. Maybe you were too tired to really acknowledge the amount of danger you could be in? However, she didnât seem too intimidating right now. If anything, she was a bit underwhelming for what youâd expect.Â
You finish up your tasks with your horses and hang your feed bucket up. Looking over to Sabine you see that sheâs fiddling with something in her bag.Â
â If you get bored again, Iâm always up for a chase around Jarlaheim between competitions. â You said picking up your bag. â I could always use the warmup for my horses. â Sabine stops what she was doing and cocks an eyebrow at you.
â And willingly give you what you'd consider an advantage? Thatâs the stupidest shit I think I ever heard you say Soul Rider. â She practically chuckles at you, dumbfounded by your words.Â
â Thought youâd enjoy the chance to kick my ass and leave me in the dirt. You know, like the last two years. â You shrugged. â Whatever. If you change your mind Iâll be around. â You walk off and make your way back to the inn to call it a night, not waiting for her response.
That was fucking stupid.









