Forgetting Everyone Else Prologue IV
A/N: the Prologue follows Ake and the reader, and I decided to write a little more for this part. The beginning is slow, but when Ake come back it gets way better. Enjoy! Gif: gajio1987
Forgetting Everyone Else
After long, you found yourself spending more time with Ake as the days went on. Fall crept into winter, and the snow graced the grounds you walked upon, “I will be back soon daddy!” You grabbed your fur cloak, made of the finest material, and wrapped it securely around yourself. You had gloves in your fingers, and made your way out to the stables for Hebert. “Come baby,” you cooed him towards you, placing your saddle upon him and starting your ride to Ake’s cottage on the hill.
It wasn’t long before you sat in front of his home, the coziness inviting you in, “y/n!” He came outside, arms open wide as he hugged you tightly, “Come for more fun?"
You smiled, "Yes."
You had spent that day with his mother. She was older, but she was sweet and kind. She talked of how Ake was as a child, and how she remembered my father and mother before everything happened. Over the course of the winter, you had begun to get so close, even though you didn’t wish to invite him to your home just yet, but he understood the things with your father. Your father had the highest expectations of any man to want your hand, and you were scared he wouldn’t believe Ake worthy. you had introduced them once, which led to an awkward lunch and an even more awkward walk home between you, Ake, and you father, who refused to let you walk alone in the cold.
You cherished the time you spent, until he left for the next raiding season.
You stood on the docks next to Brodil as she held your hand, "do you see him?”
You bit the nails of your free hand, “no, but he told me he would meet me here before he left. He promised.”
“Y/N, maybe we should go. Half the ships have already left.”
“He, Promised.” You words were sharp, but being you never got to say good bye, your heart hurt.
“Y/N,” you turned to see his tall figure, a smile smearing across you face.
“Ake!” You squealed as you jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.
You hadn’t noticed, but Brodil walked towards you both, “on Odin I believe I will throw up if I’m forced to watch this.”
He let you go slowly, “yellow Brodil.”
She gave a brief smile, “Ake.”
“I have packed you some food and mead,” you handed him a basket, gaining you attention, “please be safe!”
He chuckled, “I promise to you I will. I shall expect you when I come back?”
A horn blared through Kattegat and he looked to the docks, “I must go,” he hugged you tightly with one hand, “I will see you soon.”
You watched as he walked down to the ships, placing your basket into one with care and looking to you one more time, “you two make me sick.”
Brodil stood next to you, watching the same sight you did, “oh come on, he loves you. And the ‘I brought a basket’ makes me want to vomit,” she mocked you as you began your walk home.
“You are only mad I have found a friend other than you.”
She smiled, “maybe.”
* * *
One month later:
“I’m sure Y/N is only fixing her dress.”
“Women, they must be perfect.”
“Well, she is a goddess.”
“Watch you mouth young man, she is still seventeen.”
“Oh, yes, yes you are right, my apologies F/N.”
You opened the door to your room and saw two strangers standing next to your father, “y/n!” He walked towards you, taking your hand and loving you forward. “May I introduce you to Elder Guntar and his son Mercel.”
You smiled, “hello,” sticking your hand out for them to shake.
Instead of shaking, the elder and his son took your hand and kissed it to their lips, “we have heard of your beauty Y/N, and are privileged to see it in person.”
“Oh, thank you?” You whipped the top of your hand on your dress secretly, not to show disrespect.
“Come, we have much to talk about,” he joined your father and his son took your arm; he had red hair and very little facial hair.
Your father looked at the two of you and shook his head, never again would he plan to bombard you again, he would meet them before.
That wasn’t the last time your father forced you to meet his friends sons. You were introduced to three more men who your father liked, not you. You seemed to always compare them to Ake, which your father hated. He always said he filled your heart full of men and you pray for one not there.
You only rolled your eyes, “you cannot force love” you respond.
Your father watched as you fixed your hair one more time, making sure it sat right as the long braid cascaded down your shoulder and touched the front of your stomach. “Where are you going?”
You looked over to him, “oh, they said the ships have been spotted in the horizon, I wanted to greet Ake.”
He raised one brow, “Ake?”
You rolled your eyes, walking towards his figure which sat at the table, “Ake,” you stretched his name, “don’t act like you don’t know him, I introduced you two during the winter… he ate with us.”
Your dad huffed, “Yeah, the big one?”
You shot him a glare, “yeah,” you say in a low tone, “the big one.”
Your father followed you to the docks, his large furs almost covering him entirely, and as you walked, people gave you glances. Your father never really went out, but when he did, everyone thought it was monumental moment, being his 'wealth’ in farming made him well known. But that all went away when you caught the long hair of Ake, you smiled, “Ake!” Running towards him.
He smiled, dropping his bag of stuff to open his arms, “Y/N!” You almost jumped into him, he twirled you around as all the other women recoiled with their husbands. “I’ve missed you.”
You smiled as he put you down, “I’ve miss you more! Was the raid successful?”
Your words were interrupted by your father, “Ake.”
Ake swallowed uncomfortably, “F/N.”
Your father raised his chin, “how was it?”
He smiled, “full of treasure.”
“Good.” His words were crisp and to the point, “Y/N.” You raised your brows, “come along, we’ll need to feed the goats before the sun goes down.”
You nodded your head, “may I say goodbye?”
He only nodded his head, “hurry then.” You gave him a half nod as he turned.
But, your hands found their way around Ake again, your lips going to his ear, “meet me tonight.”
“Where?” He whispered.
You pulled away, “the great hall, we can meet there.”
He gave a devilish smile, “Y/N, will you be allowed?”
You rolled your eyes, “I can sneak out.”
“Y/N!” You turned to your father who stood impatiently, he motion you to move forward.
“One moment, please?” He only sighed, and you turned back to Ake.
“But if you sneak out, it will be me your father is mad at.”
You titled your head giving pleading eyes, “Ake, they will have a party at the hall anyway,” you took his hands to your lips. They felt cold, but you held them within yours, “please?”
He frowned, “fine.”
You smiled, giving his cheek a quick peck before rushing towards your father, “what took you so long?”
“Nothing, just asked how the raid was,” you turned back to Ake, offering a smile as your father’s hand went to rest on your shoulders.
“We will need to make a fire, tonight will be cold.”
When you got home, you fed the goats in the pin, scratching at their belly’s when they were full. “You all are so greedy,” they stood around you again, wishing for more food, “I already fed you it all!” You got off your knees to stand, “Olly, you are the fattest and here you crave more?” You gave him a stern look, but rolled your eyes, shifting your skirt to be in place once again.
Your father sat next to the fire, looking to be sharpening an axe or weapon of some kind, “did they eat it all?”
He sighed, “do you wish to help me cook dinner then?”
You leaned forward, “actually, I was wondering if I could go to the Great Hall?”
“Y/N, I do not know. The men- I don’t believe it will be safe for you alone.”
“Daddy,” you frowned, “you know I have friends who have returned, I wish to show my condolences and visit the queen.”
His hand went to massage the firm lines above his eyes, “Y/N, my sweet, I do not know if it is well for you to do so. They drink and drink until every women looks the same. No man will take advantage of you the way I fear they will.”
You frowned, rushing to kneel by his side, “daddy,” you voice laced with sugar, “please. My friends-”
“Your friends? Like that man Ake?”
You pulled away half heartedly, “Yes, but what does he have to do with this?”
His weak eyes scanned your face, his rough hands gently running against your smooth cheek, “I know what he wishes to do to you, I’ve seen men like him.”
You pulled away entirely, “'men like him’ you do not know him! He is my friend.”
“My child, that is what they all say.”
You backed into the wall, “you do not know Ake! He will not hurt me.” He went to reach for you, but you pulled away, “he cares for me! Do not touch me!”
“Y/N!” Before he could say anything, you rushed to your room, slamming the door to prove you point. If he wouldn’t give in, you took the matters into your own hands.
* * *
You closed your bedroom door softly, sure to not wake up your father. You had left a pile of furs and pillows, so if he did check on you in the night, he wouldn’t see an empty bed. You grabbed a cloak, and quickly shuffled out of the cottage. The air was cool, almost smelling of the fall weathering nearing its coarse. You walked down the path you did almost every day, towards the great hall, trying to push past the words of your father.
Everything stopped in your mind when you saw him. “Ake!” You could see his large figure standing next to the door.
He smiled, opening his arms for you, “y/n!” You almost jumped into him. He was so warm, his body encompassed you, “were you caught?”
You pulled away, “would I be here if I was?”
He smiled, taking your hand, “Come on, let’s go somewhere quieter.” He led you down the Main Street of Kattegat, you both walked away from the directions everyone was running to go. He lifted the flap to his little tent, allowing for you to walk inside the warmth, “no one should bother us.” He said, sitting down next to you, taking a cup to fill with mead, “here you are.”
You smiled, “thank you,” taking a sip of the potent liquid.
He looked at you for a moment, then to his hands, “how was it? When we were away?”
You hand traced the outside of the cup, smiling down at it as you finger passed the same marking for the third time, “fine.”
You looked up at him, shrugging, “I helped my father with farming, and he introduced me to many new people.”
He moved closer to you, “new people?”
You didn’t wish to tell him, but why lie? It wasn’t as though you were going to wed them, you talked to them, not making any promises, “umm, yeah. Father wished to have me meet some of his friends sons.”
He laughed, “why?”
“For-uh-for marriage.” you squinted up at him.
His eyes suddenly went to yours, “marriage?”
You smiled, “Yeah,” dropping your eyes down to the cup, taking a deep breathe, “he wished for me to meet them, because he believes they’re good candidates for my hand.”
“Oh,” his voice seemed dead, “did, did you-uh-agree? . . to marriage then?”
You laughed, “no! Oh gods, no! My father wishes me to marry this one red headed boy, but he’s not very fun.”
“Do you like him?”
You scrunched your nose, “not very much, he smells strange.”
He smiled, “and how do I smell then?” His cup moving to his lips, which were curved upwards.
You smiled, “not like cabbage.”
His brows raised, “oh,” a short laugh escaping his lips.
You sat up, “you smell far better than cabbage!”
He smiled, his golden eyes looking up to you, “I’m glad.” You hadn’t noticed it, but you were both suddenly so close. If you focused hard enough, you could almost hear his heart beating. His smile slowly faded with yours as his eyes went to your lips.
“Ake,” you whisper.
“Yes?” His eyes didn’t move up to yours, they were fixed on the features of your face.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
He finally broke his stare from your lips, and moved up to your eyes, “like what?”
You smiled, he was doing it again, “like that.”
“Because you are beautiful.” He whispered it, almost not allowing for you to catch it as it fell from his lips.
You could feel his warm palm move to your cheek, pulling you closer to him. Your eyes almost closed themselves when you felt his lips of yours. Neither of you pulled away, only when you swung yourself up on his lap to straddle his legs. You used his shoulders for support when he kissed down your neck, feeling his free hand rest on your back, pulling you closer to him. “Ake,” you let out a little whimper when he kissed your collar bone, you pulled your neck back, exposing more of your skin.
You scratched at his scalp, the long battle braids being messed up by your fingers getting caught on them. For some reason, you had known Ake for the longest time, yet you had never been that close.
“I thought of you everyday while I was away,” his voice was warm on your skin. You smiled, pulling away to look down at him. His eyes searched yours like a puppy, hands scattering their way across your back, “even as I returned, the thought of you ran around in my head.”
“Ake,” You purred.
“You’re beautiful Y/N, the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes upon. Since the day in the market, your tripped my mind and it seems I cannot properly get up.”
You smiled at his sweet words, “oh Ake, I have loved you for so long.”
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