#norvid

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Eivor looks so proud 🥹

instead of writing so I can finally post something on ao3, I spent way too much time drawing this stupid thing

(+ a bonus off cam shot of Sigurd getting smacked by the jenga piece Randvi punched lolol)

✨UPDATE✨: We now know what they were doing immediately before this! 😌✨🛼

(I guess they must have gotten too excited with jenga at the bar, because this is where they end up?!)

original vid:

#randivor #yea i'll tag it as that fight me #randvi #eivor #eivor varinsdottir #eivor wolfkissed #randvi x eivor #eivor x randvi #modern au #i guess idk #this isn't even the setting of my story #guest appearances by #norvid #sunniva #birna #bonus offcam #sigurd styrbjornson #ac valhalla #assassins creed valhalla #yes i did purposefully put eivor in the boobiest possible outfit ty

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i love love love those animal vids where it’s a zookeeper with this absolute CREATURE you’ve never seen before on her shoulder and she’s like. This is Lucy our greater spotted marical, she’s a part of the clavicular family of gestilui, which means she’s closely related to norvids and darvidals. Animals which commonly enjoy eating mangos :))) and you’re sitting there like HUH??? There are so many BEASTS !!!!

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[mass-convergence]

Randivor Prompt Week 2: "Pure"

AO3

Summary: A first snow over Ravensthorpe. Lots of fluff, a little bit of introspection towards the end.

Notes: This is probably only really tangentially related to the word prompt but ... eh. Snow is obviously pure or something idk.

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Eivor woke up to a wonderland.

The morning was cloudy and flakes still swirled about her as she stepped out into a pure white world, her breath came out in puffs of steam as she felt the cold bite into her nose and cheeks. The snow that had fallen the night before covered Ravensthorpe in a shin deep blanket. She grinned as she kicked at the fluff, it was wet but not too wet - a perfect consistency for snowballs and snowmen. For a moment she felt her heart flutter with the same joy she felt when she was a little girl playing in her father’s village with Sigurd and the other children. A more innocent time.

A time before her parents died.

Before she became the Wolf-Kissed.

Absent-mindedly she felt the back of her neck where her scar was. She wondered where she’d be now if it weren’t for that night. Would she still be in Norway, fighting by her father’s side? Would she have gone to England?

Would she have met Randvi?

Her gaze turned from the snowy scape in front of her to behind her to the dim, gloomy interior of the longhouse where Randvi stood in the map room, her back turned. 

“Randvi,” Eivor called but Randvi didn’t turn, engrossed in whatever task she was doing. 

“Randvi,” Eivor called a little louder.

No response.

Eivor frowned and stooped down to pick up a handful of snow. She began to pack the white fluff into a perfect ball.

Oh she was definitely going to get in trouble for this.

But it would so be worth it.

Randvi stood at the table, looking down at the alliance map. Her lips pursed in thought as she crossed her arms and decided on the next move her wife could make after the winter released its icy grip on the land. Distantly, she thought she had heard someone call her name but she paid it no mind. 

Perhaps she should have.

Something soft, wet, and cold hit the back of her head with a poof. She startled, “What in the-?”

A loud, raspy guffaw brought her attention from the remnants of a snowball on the floor to a doubled over Eivor who braced herself on the throne for support as she laughed.

“Eivor!” 

“I’m sorry Randvi,” Eivor finally managed to say, wiping a tear from her eye, “I couldn’t resist. You were so engrossed in that map, did you not notice the snow?”

Randvi blinked and looked past a grinning Eivor to the blindingly white landscape outside. Eivor walked up to her wife, grasping her hands in her own, “Come on, take a break. Let’s enjoy the snow.”

Randvi hesitated, there was much to do before the spring … so many reports to read from Norvid and Sunniva, so many missives to get through, raids to plan … 

And Eivor was now tugging her gently away from the map room, “Randvi, the maps will be there when you get back. The snow will likely melt by midday.”

Randvi mulled it over for only a second, she had been working hard these past few weeks …

“You’re right,” she said to Eivor with a smile of her own, “I do need a break.”

She let Eivor lead her outside into the refreshingly cold air. Eivor looked over at her wife, white flakes of snow sticking to her auburn hair, her nose and cheeks beginning to get rosy with the cold. 

She felt herself falling in love all over again. 

Before she could lean in and kiss Randvi, she felt something slap her in the arm. A shriek of laughter tipped her off to who her assailant was.

Or rather … assailants.

Eira and Knud stood with Sylvi by the stables. At Eivor’s mock glare, Eira and Sylvi both pointed to Knud, “He did it!” 

“Did not!” Knud argued back, “It was Sylvi!” 

Eivor turned on the children, her voice was serious but her grin assuaged the children’s fears that she actually was angry at them, “Attacking your jarlskona. That’s a serious offense, isn’t it Randvi?” 

“Yes,” Randvi said solemnly, her lips twitching as she tried in vain to keep a serious expression, “Very serious indeed. I believe this calls for a retaliatory strike.”

The children began to run for cover as a grinning Eivor stooped to pack a snowball. Eivor gave chase to the kids, snowball in hand. She managed to wing Knud as he dove behind a fence. As she bent down to pack another snowball, she felt something hit her squarely between her shoulder blades. 

Shocked, she turned to see Randvi with the widest smile on her face, “That was for your sneak attack.”

“Betrayed by my own wife,” Eivor said, clutching her chest dramatically and falling to the ground, “How will I ever recover from this treachery?!”

The children, taking advantage of the distraction, made their escape into the woods. Randvi playfully rolled her eyes and walked up to Eivor. She held a hand out and helped her wife up from the ground, “I’m sure a strong drengr like you will recover.”

Eivor kept her hand in Randvi’s, “Perhaps … but I’m sure a kiss would help me recover faster,” she said.

Randvi leaned in and kissed Eivor gently on the lips, “How was that?” she asked when they parted.

“I think I’m healed,” Eivor whispered with a smile. 

Hand-in-hand they walked through the town. Despite the snow, many still had work to do and chores to complete. Still, there was a brightness to the mood, a lightheartedness. Eivor felt the people in Ravensthorpe were glad for the reminder of their homes in Norway. Even she felt the occasional pang of homesickness when she thought of Fornburg. 

Sure she didn’t have the fondest feelings towards the town and Styrbjorn in particular, but she still felt a connection to that place and the people she left behind. 

“What are you thinking of?” Randvi asked. She had noticed Eivor’s gaze had gone distant, her smile faded. 

They had reached the graveyard in their walk and Eivor sat on a fallen log, “The past,” she said. 

Randvi sat down next to Eivor and both women looked at the graves. The markers poked up from the snow.

Dag.

Svend.

“So much has changed since we left for England,” Eivor said, “Some of it good … some of it very good.”

She squeezed her wife’s hand. The day had gone still, the sounds of the village muffled by the falling snow.

“But there’s still the loss,” Randvi said.

Eivor nodded, “Sometimes I wonder how things would be different if Kjotve hadn't killed my father… And if we hadn't left Fornburg.” 

Sýnin landed on a branch overhead and let out a harsh croak. Eivor gazed upward at the bird, allowing herself a small smile at the raven that had been her companion for so many years.

“I suppose there’s no use in dwelling on a die that’s already been cast,” Eivor said as she massaged the back of Randvi’s hand with her thumb.

Randvi scooted closer to Eivor, leaning into her wife, “Eivor, I cannot heal the scars of your past … nor can I bring the people you lost back - though I wish I could. But know that I will be by your side no matter what.” 

“The past has already been written,” Eivor said, “But the future is a song still yet to be sung.” 

She looked at Randvi with a soft smile, “And I would be more than happy to sing it with you.”

#I'm a sucker for OTPs frolicking in the snow #and I will find any excuse to write that into a story #BECAUSE SNOW IS NICE AND SO IS LOVE #eivor varinsdottir #randvi #randivor #eivor x randvi #mass writes shit #mass writes fanfic shit

[entrepalabrasmx]

PREMIOS METROPOLITANOS DE TEATRO Alfombra Roja

La Academia Metropolitana de Teatro (AMdT) anuncia a los invitados de su alfombra roja con con motivo de la 4ta. edición de Los Premios Metropolitanos de Teatro - Los Metro, 

Ludwika Paleta, Margarita Gralia, Ariel Miramontes, Dalilah Polanco, Michelle Rodríguez, Regina Blandón, Karol Sevilla, Arcelia Ramírez, Alma Cero, Alejandro de la Madrid, Germán Ortega, Leticia Huijara, Mabel Cadena, Maya Zapata, Mónica Huarte, Chumel Torres, Faisy, Nailea Norvid, Natalia Tellez, Plutarco Haza, Rossana Najera, serán algunos de los invitados especiales que engalanarán el evento.

La ceremonia se llevará a cabo el próximo martes 18 de octubre en el Teatro del Bosque Julio Castillo del Centro Cultural del Bosque.

La antesala de la ceremonia de Los Premios Metropolitanos de Teatro se prepara con una deslumbrante alfombra roja en la que desfilarán relevantes personalidades del teatro en México bajo la premisa "Ser es ser vistx", la temática de este año. El próximo martes 18 de octubre se celebrará lo mejor del teatro nacional en Los Metro, festejo que se llevará a cabo en el Teatro del Bosque Julio Castillo en la Ciudad de México.    Está alfombra roja está diseñada como un “fashion show” que comenzará en punto de las 17:30 hrs, cabe mencionar que habrá ocho personalidades que portarán impresionantes vestuarios que se transformarán durante su paso por esta alfombra roja, además se trata de un espacio que el resto de los asistentes fueron invitados a participar, vestir y realizar el recorrido rumbo a la entrada del recinto bajo la consigna temática de "Ser es ser vistx” que se  basa en las reflexiones que el filósofo francés Jean Paul Sartre planteó en su primera obra filosófica publicada, llamada El ser y la nada de 1943.   En ese texto existencialista Sartre propone que el ser y la esencia no se encuentran en el objeto (en este caso, en el yo), sino en su sentido. Para él, el sentido del ser es ser conocido, “yo soy siempre para Otro”. El acto de la mirada no solo nos da sentido, sino que nos revela la existencia del Otro para el cual somos. Existimos porque el Otro nos mira. Si hay Otro que nos mira, yo soy aquel que no es el Otro: al negar ser el Otro, yo me hago ser y el Otro se establece como Otro. Así, existir no es simplemente estar, sino relacionarse con los demás. No basta con estar entre los objetos del mundo, hay que dirigirse a ellxs, atreverse a ser vistx.   Los Metro recuperan este razonamiento en el que los invitados a la alfombra deberán repensar cómo presentarse ante el ojo del Otro con plena libertad de ser ellos mismos y al mismo tiempo buscar la trascendencia de ser determinado como uno mismo, ser una otredad que captura las miradas de los Otros. Aquellos se atreverán a Ser y ser vistxs son:

INVITADOS Aarón Balderi Alejandra Bogue Alejandro Calva  Alejandro de la Madrid  Alfonso Borbolla  Alma Cero  Arcelia Ramírez  Ari Albarran  Ariel Miramontes  Carolina Reyes  Christian Ramos  Conchi León  Dalilah Polanco  Daniel Miranda  Eugenio Rubio  Francisco Rubio  Gaby Ruiz (Chef)  Garçonne  German Ortega  Karol Sevilla  Laura Tamayo  Leticia Huijara  Leticia Pedrajo  Lisardo  Ludwika Paleta  Luis Arrieta  Mabel Cadena  Manu Nna  Margarita Gralia  Maria Aura  María Elisa Gallegos  Marte Calderon  Maya Zapata  Mel Fuentes  Michelle Rodriguez  Mónica Dionne  Mónica Huarte  Regina Blandon  Regina Voce  Roger González  Sofia Espinosa  Verónica Langer  Verónica Toussaint  Vicky Araico  Ximena Gonzalez Rubio

Aída del Río  Alejandra Ley  Alex de Hoyos  Álvaro Cueva  Ana Sofía Gatica  Anabel Ferreira  Andrés Elvira  Armando Espitía  Armando Hernández  Begoña Narvaez  César Romero  Chumel Torres  Diana Bovio  Efraín González  Elizabeth Guindi  Elsie Flores  Estefania Hinojosa  Faisy  Fernando Memije  Germán Bracco  Gustavo Helguera  José Ramón Berganza  Luis Carlos Villareal  Luz Aldán  Manuel Balbi  Marcela Alvarez  Marcos Radosh  Nacho Riva Palacio Nailea Norvind  Natalia Téllez  Pablo Rodríguez  Plutarco Haza  Ricardo Fastlitch  Ricardo Peralta  Roberto Romano  Rossana Najera  Tiaré Scanda  Vanesa Restrepo  Yolanda Ventura  Yuriria Sierra  Zoraida Gómez

Todos y cada uno de los invitados dejarán todo prejuicio atrás para compartir con el mundo su Otredad, su manera de ser y trascender en un mundo cada vez más conservador y prototipado.  La alfombra roja de los Premios Metropolitanos de Teatro es el espacio para SER. Es un espacio para SER VISTX. Ser vistx en tu libertad, en tu identidad, en tu diversidad, en tu disidencia, en tu diferencia, en tu particularidad. Cada uno contará su historia a través de unos zapatos, un vestido, una corbata o simplemente con una sonrisa.   Vive de cerca la ceremonia de premiación de Los Metro en su cuarta edición, que se llevará a cabo el martes 18 de octubre del 2022 en compañía de Regina Blandón quien es la anfitriona de la gala de este año. Porque conmemorar el teatro es darle vida y hacer historia, sigue a la AMdT a través de la página losmetro.mx y las redes sociales de Los Premios Metropolitanos de Teatro: Youtube @LosMetroMX / IG @losmetromx / FB @losmetromx.

#losmetro #teatro #cultura

[six-of-ravens]

my dad absolutely cannot remember the name of the antivirus on his computer and I've heard many variations on Norton in the past year, but today he called it Norvid and I can't stop cackling

alas, it can't protect against that kind of virus.

[noticiasenmichoacan]

Este fin Alejandro Tommasi y Nailea Norvid en "Leo, luego existo" en plaza de Morelia

Morelia, Mich.- Este fin de semana los actores de Televisa Alejandro Tommasi y Nailea Norvid leerán en una de las plazas de Morelia. Lo anterior como parte de la segunda edición de la Feria Internacional del Libro y la Lectura de Morelia 2023, que tendrá lugar del 22 de septiembre al 1 de octubre. Nailea y Alejandro vienen como parte del programa de fomento a la lectura “Leo, luego existo”. Junto…

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assassins creed valhalla modraniht armor

⭐ ⏩⏩⏩️ DOWNLOAD MOD - LINK 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Assassin's Creed Valhalla Armor Sets; Assassin's Creed Valhalla Todos los conjuntos de Conjunto de armadura ceremonial de Modraniht. Te enseñamos todos los conjuntos de armaduras disponibles en Assassin's Creed Valhalla, cómo conseguir estos sets y de qué manera mejorarlos. ¿Es Eivor Odín AC Valhalla? Si bien no se convierten en miembros de pleno derecho de la Hermandad, los jugadores aprenden que Eivor es en. Podemos encontrar un conjunto de armaduras dispersas por todo el mapa de Assassin's Creed Valhalla, y antes vamos a requerir localizar cada. ¿Vale la pena la armadura Modraniht? ¿Qué sucede cuando encuentras todas las páginas del Codex en AC Valhalla? ¿Cómo se consigue la máscara de los ocultos. manto ceremonial modraniht,; Tocado festivo de Modraniht,; Brazales ceremoniales de Modraniht. adornos de colonia. fogata acogedora,; Adornos rituales para. ad - Download all interesting videos here. Como conjunto, la armadura ceremonial Modraniht aumenta el daño después de un remate de aturdimiento, ¿Dónde está Norvid en AC Valhalla? espada assassin's creed valhalla.

[thebraxiatelcollection]

Norvid was a precious, dorky and underrated Time-Lord who was gone too soon from the Time War. 

Another one the list to protect.

#april listens to big finish #big finish #doctor who eu #norvid #bless norvid #veeda #doctor who #eighth doctor

[rocknrollpourlavie]

Hannes Norvide Trying my Hat on.

#Hannes Norvide #Lust For Youth #Copenhagen Bands #New York City

[furiouscrusadeavenue]

Shaggy and Scooby find gold.

#norvid shaggy rogers #scooby doo #hanna barbera #the best cartoons

[holy-noise]

Lust For Youth in Warsaw, 21.04.2016

#lust for youth #loke rahbek #hannes norvide #posh isolation

[echoalias]

I had grand plans for Day 24 of Randivor April: Horses! :D

So grand, I did not finish them...! XD

So here, have a headcanon that I may come back to, one day:

Cowboy/RDR2 AU -

Randvi is a runaway from a bad marriage, and stumbles upon The Raven Gang.  They're a rough around the edges travelling band made up of outcasts and vagabonds, and led by a scowling, scarred, sharp-shooter - Eivor "The Wolf-Kissed".

Gunnar's a lucrative and prolific weapons dealer - do not be fooled by his kind nature.  Valka the apothecary may or may not be an actual witch, but she keeps everyone healthy and fit, so they turn an eye to her strange habits and chanting.  Tekla often spikes the beer she brews, and the food she cooks, but it tastes nice enough.  Holger and Alvis are mostly there for entertainment, but they also make the perfect distractors of any heist, and weave a good tale to intimidate or mislead rival gangs.  The kids are hooligans and pick pockets.  Sunniva and Norvid are still level headed sorts; the ones you want riding out with you.  Birna gets them in trouble more than she gets them out of it, but she is endlessly loyal, and pretty damn good with a rifle, so she is always forgiven.

They are a mismatched, dysfunctional family of strays, and Randvi gets adopted in.  Eivor takes her under her wing (obviously), and they ride the plains together while Eivor shows Randvi the lay of the land, and tests her skills with a gun - and of course, Randvi impresses.  She’s a handy sort, used to farm work and living rough and wild, and shooting pests threatening to eat her family’s crops.

So then suddenly Randvi's not just a pretty face; she's riding out to rob banks and looting outposts and running down trains.  She completely turns over the gangs finances, and suddenly they’re not just getting by – they’re thriving.  And she’s even better at planning heists than Eivor and Sunniva!

Eivor's quickly smitten, and she takes Randvi out more and more. Patrolling, hunting.  They lay out on the plains of a night-time while on lookout duty, and star gaze.  And they race from one town to the next to prove who is the better rider, and they wrangle wild horses because Randvi quite likes the look of that golden stallion they saw yesterday...

And they run from the law and build a fearsome reputation, and end up on Wanted posters - Dead or Alive, Wolf-Kissed and Little Red.

(And, I suppose, wouldn't it be awful if Sigurd/The Husband found out where Randvi had run to?  A duel should sort that out…!

And Kjotve’s gang is an antagonistic thorn in their sides, too.)

Anyway...the history of the wild west was written from the back of a horse.  So that's where this prompt took me :D

#randivor april #prompt: horses #headcanon #because i dont have time to actually write it XD #fic idea #randivor #I had another one where Eivor was a rebellious stablehand #and Randvi was the daughter of some rich lord #and it was Very Forbidden #secret tumbles in the hay barn etc etc XD #And they had to steal a horse and run away together #Horses are good prompts for me! XD

[abbysfrenchbraid]

Kissed by a Wolf - Chapter 11

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it’s 1:40 am and I finally finished proofreading this thing, thank god. in this chapter eivor and the reader fight it out, then fuck it out.

content warning for choking/breathplay, nudity, rough lesbian sex, spit and just general filth. if you’re not into that, you can stop reading when the reader and eivor go back to their hut and come back for the next chapter.

inspo pic by @classicnovaproductions​

Sapphism

“What are you talking about, Eivor?”

You were standing with your back to the wall of the longhouse, Eivor’s hands pinning your shoulders to the cold wood. Her eyes were full of rage and her face completely white with anger, making the red rune on her forehead stand out even more.

“I’m talking about you snuggling up with that little roach all day. Were you actually right where you belonged when I pulled him off of you the other night? Have I made a fool of myself chasing after you while you enjoy yourself with Norvid?” She spat out his name like a curse.

“Eivor, I did nothing of the sort! He apologized to me this afternoon and I forgave him, he was a drunken fool after all!” You shot her a meaningful look. “After that, he just kept appearing at my side, which was neither my desire nor my fault!”

She shook her head and now there was not only anger but also hurt in her gaze.

“I had you on my mind all day, through everything, and I come back to see you huddled together with Norvid, whispering sweet nothings and not even noticing me. What is it, did he offer you a bed to sleep in as well? Was I just a temporary solution until you found something better?”

You had enough of this nonsense. In one quick motion, you slammed down your hands on Eivor’s arms so her elbows bent and she had to let go of you. Then you grabbed her and pulled her around you, knocking her against the wall and pressing your forearm against the base of her throat. Her eyes widened in surprise. She could have easily fought you off and thrown you halfway through the village, but she stayed where she was.

“That’s enough!" you yelled. "I have never shared more than that stupid drunken hug with Norvid! He is a nice person and he just so happened to turn up at all the wrong times today. But that does not change how I feel about you! Put yourself in my shoes, I spent all day waiting for you!" Y ou added more pressure to your arm on her throat and saw the anger in Eivor’s gaze fade slowly, leaving behind only confusion and sorrow.

“Imagine running to meet your lover and being greeted with a blonde corpse!” You slapped her chest in frustration, tears streaming down your face. “I thought you were dead! Do you have any idea how that felt? And when I finally saw you, you did not even look at me, not a single word of greeting. You did not even give me a chance to comfort you, to tell you what I had been waiting forever to tell you! Instead, you run away as soon as you see me talking to Norvid and ignore me for the rest of the day. And now this! What gives you the right to insult me like this, to put all the blame on me when all I wanted was to be yours ?!”

You let go of her and pressed your palms to your cheeks, trying to regain control of your breathing. Eivor stared at you, a storm of emotions washing over her face. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

“I wanted to tell you today. Tell you that I am ready to face this new year with you at my side, that I choose you for now and forever, that there is no one else I would rather give my heart to.”

Your chest was convulsing from the cries you were trying to hold back.

“But I cannot give you my heart anymore...” You let out a desperate sob and Eivor’s eyes widened in fear. “- because you have already stolen it from me the day you rescued me from my terrible fate and brought me here with you. I am yours, I have always been only yours. Why can’t you see that?”

Eivor pushed herself off the wall and started pacing back and forth. You turned around to her, waiting for the final blow. It felt like your heart was slowly eating itself, the pain was unbearable. Finally, the warrior turned to you.

“Freya’s tears. I have been so stupid.”

She took a few steps toward you and fell to her knees in front of you.

“Oh Y/N, I have been so terribly wrong. Gods, I was blind. Blind with love, with passion, with jealousy. I should have trusted you more, but I was so scared of losing you, I could not see that you felt the same. My love, will you forgive me one more time? I know I do not deserve it after all the pain I have put you through -”

She fell forward and wrapped her arms around your hips, pressing herself against your legs and looking up at you, her cheeks wet with tears.

“Please forgive me Y/N, forgive me for my foolishness! I promise to cherish and care for you for the rest of my life and eternity in the afterlife, I promise to never doubt or hurt you again. Just please, please, take me back. I love you!”

You gently placed your hand on the top of her head and traced the red sigil on her forehead with your thumb.

“Get up,” you whispered softly.

She stood up and took both of your hands into hers. Her skin was warm and rough, her fingers calloused from hard work and fighting. Her eyes were full of desperation and you could feel her breath on your face.

“I forgive you. I wish I could say this was the last time, but I know I could not hold the worst crime against you for long. Our hearts are bound together, as painful or wonderful that may be.” You brushed a strand of that beautiful blonde hair behind her ear.

“I love you, too, Eivor. I will love you fiercely, deeply, and sincerely until this world turns to ashes and even after that.”

Your hand rested on her cheek. Carefully, you raised yourself on your tiptoes, your faces now at eye level, Eivor’s shaky breath dancing over your lips. Time seemed to stand still when your lips finally met. Eivor’s lips were incredibly soft and did not move against yours, not yet fully taking in what was happening.

You kissed her again, with a little more pressure this time and finally, your drengr reacted. You both drew in a breath at the same time, desperate, as if you had been underwater for too long and now finally breached the surface. She wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you in, her lips still innocently closed until you ran the tip of your tongue over them. She opened her mouth for you and for a moment, you both just breathed each other’s air. Then Eivor pressed her lips to yours again, her tongue pushing against yours as she pushed you back against the wall.

When your back hit the wood, you let out a small whimper and Eivor immediately pulled back, concern on her face as she cupped your cheek with her hand.

“Have I hurt you?”

“No,” you mumbled before wrapping your hands around the back of her neck and burying your fingers in her beautiful blonde hair, gripping it tightly and pulling her closer. Something changed in her expression, a spark ignited behind those icy blue eyes and she kissed you fiercely, teeth clashing together and her tongue dancing around yours as her hands on your back wandered lower.

You lifted a knee to her side and she immediately picked you up, wrapping your legs around her waist and pressing you against the wall. You felt almost drunk, completely encased in the beautiful chaos of the last minutes. Was this really happening? Eivor rolled her hips forward against you and you sighed into her mouth. Yes, this was real. The tension between your legs was getting more unbearable by the second. You grabbed another fistful of hair and pulled the drengr’ s head back so she had to stare up at you, her throat exposed and her jawline as sharp as a knife.

“Take me to bed, Eivor.”

You could actually see her pupils widen, her eyes almost completely black as she slowly let you down. She took your hand, then you both walked in silence, passing the great bonfire and the people around it without paying them any mind, and finally rushing up the path to Eivor’s hut. She opened the door with shaky fingers. The room was dimly lit by the fireplace and Birna was still laying on Eivor’s clothes. You sighed in relief - you would have felt guilty for banishing her from the bed.

You had just stepped over the threshold when Eivor turned around, pushing the door shut behind you and trapping you between her and hard wood yet again. You leaned your head back against it and let your eyes wander over your lover’s face, her smooth forehead, her fiery eyes, the deep scar on her cheek, her chiseled cheekbones, the other small scar splitting her upper lip. You could not imagine how much pain and violence Eivor had seen in the course of her life.

You lifted a hand and slowly drew your digit along the scar on her cheek. She closed her eyes. You went on to her lip, feeling the notch where the scar was, a healing cut on her bottom lip, the soft skin on her chin. She swallowed as your hand wandered lower to her throat, caressing the little dent between her collarbones and then slowly pulling the strings that held the fur around her shoulders, loosening the knot and letting the fur fall to the floor.

In turn, Eivor gently slid her hands under your coat and slipped it from your shoulders. She smiled as her hands encased your waist, content with your choice of clothing.

“Beautiful,” she mumbled as she loosened the golden buttons on the short, pale blue overdress, pulling it over your head and throwing it to the side. You were left in the forget-me-not-blue long linen dress that was closed with a golden brooch at the back. Giving Eivor an eager smile, you turned around and placed your hands on the door while you waited for her to open the brooch.

She gently brushed your hair to the front before opening the clasp and letting the dress slip to the floor. The only thing still covering your body was a long strip of linen wrapped around your hips and covering your most intimate places. Eivor softly whistled through her teeth and you suddenly remembered the runes Valka had painted on your skin. You could feel the drengr trace them with her fingers, slowly wandering down your back until your entire body was covered in goosebumps.

You turned back around and Eivor let out another small, surprised noise when she saw the rune on your chest. She lifted a hand and placed it between your breasts, closing her eyes as she took in the warmth of your skin. You opened the clasps on her belt and the holster around her chest, letting the heavy leather fall to the floor, then you pulled on the strings that closed her pants. They immediately fell to the ground and Eivor, now only wearing a tunic, stepped out of them, pulling you with her toward the bed.

She let you sink on the mattress first, then she lowered herself on top of you, her legs intertwined with yours. You placed both of your hands on her face and pulled her in for a kiss. It got heated quickly, the pressure of her thigh between your legs a godsend. When Eivor pushed her hips forward, grinding into you, you moaned into the silence, immediately covering your eyes in embarassment. What were you, a little harlot?

Eivor gently took your hand from your face, grinning down at you.

“Don’t hide. I love hearing your voice, especially when it tells me how good I make you feel.”

Before you could reply, she had pinned down your wrists next to your head and started kissing your jaw and your neck, nipping the soft skin there and sucking on it, making you arch your back involuntarily. You had to fight not to cry out when Eivor rocked her hips forward again, her hot breath in the crook of your neck and the skin tingling where she had bitten into it. Your fingers found her tunic and pulled it toward you, revealing the same undergarments and a tattooed back, muscles dancing under pale skin. Eivor let out an annoyed grunt and ripped the tunic over her head, throwing it to the side before returning to you.

She kissed her way down your chest, grabbing one breast while sucking on the other and leaving red marks where her mouth had been. You had seen those marks on some of the other maids and stableboys before, but you had never understood how they had come by them. Now you knew. Oh, what a beautiful pain.

Eivor’s lips wandered lower, softly kissing your stomach while your fingers frantically worked the linen around her chest until the strip finally loosened and you could pull it off. She was now kneeling between your legs and you felt a strange thill come over you. How perfectly scandalous, how hot, how wonderfully forbidden this moment was. Flushed and spread out before her, your Viking lover gloriously decorated with tattoos, her breasts illuminated by the light of the fire, her small, hard nipples standing out in the cool air.

She lifted up one of your legs and kissed her way from your ankle up to your hipbone, then her nose wandered over the thin fabric that still separated her from you. You knew far too well how drenched the linen was, how wet you were with anticipation, ready for her to take you, to do whatever she wanted with you.

But Eivor was slow, she was careful and gentle. You knew she was still scared of hurting you. You lifted up your hips and caught her gaze as she began to tug on the linen, revealing you in your entirety.

“I am all yours,” you whispered. “Only yours.”

She nodded, her eyes nothing but dark abysses of lust, and lowered her head, her breath on your sensitive skin sending shivers up your spine. Finally, she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue all the way from deep between your legs up to that sensitive spot that was already pulsating in tune with the drumming in your ears. You could not resist pushing your hips up against her and Eivor took that as a final yes, wrapping her arms around your legs and holding down your hips as she attacked your core with her mouth.

Her tongue that had been so soft at first was now roughly pressing against your folds, tasting your juices, prodding into you, and making your gasp her name. You lost all sense of direction and reason, dragging your nails over her shoulders and fighting against her hands on your hips, burying your fingers in her hair as you begged her for more. She took her time driving you to the brink of madness, one moment licking you with broad strokes, then flicking the tip of her tongue over that little bundle of nerves, then pushing it deep inside you, making you jerk up and fall back into the soft pillows. You were yearning for her to fill you, to put those long, strong fingers to use, but you could not bring yourself to ask.

When Eivor finally looked up at you, you saw a vicious gleam in her eye that could mean nothing else but her already knowing what you wanted and toying with you anyway. She knew you were still shy despite everything and she would not go any further without you asking for it.

“Eivor… more… please,” you mumbled while taking her hand and pushing it down between your legs.

“What do you want, dove?” She was teasing you and she knew you would have to oblige.

“Your fingers.” You felt yourself blush, but before you could think any further Eivor had pushed a slender finger inside you, just halfway, looking up at you as her pink tongue slowly ran up and down over your folds. Your breath stopped as you watched her push in further. You were mesmerized by her eyes, her magnificent mouth, and her digit that slowly curled inside you. Slowly, you let your head fall back and closed your eyes, feeling Eivor pump her finger in and out a few times before adding a second, stretching you out while dragging her tongue over you lazily. Your eyes rolled back into your head as she started stroking you faster, her mouth joining in the rhythm of her fingers until you started to feel a familiar pull between your hips, all of your muscles beginning to flex and cramp up as your breath got quicker and your whines louder.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, looking down at Eivor as you came closer and closer, your legs starting to shake on her shoulders. There was an explosion of heat in your core, sending sparks through your limbs and making you cry out in ecstasy. Eivor was still caressing you with her tongue, your flesh becoming more and more sensitive until you had to push her head away, breathing hard and not yet fully in control of your senses.

The blonde gave you a devilish grin and made her way up your stomach, then she kissed you hard. You could smell yourself on her skin and taste your juices on her tongue. It was incredibly dirty and so, so heavenly. Eivor wanted to roll off of you but you held her close.

“Lay on me, my love. I want to feel you, to prove that this is real.”

She hesitated for a moment, then she lowered herself down on you, resting her full weight on your body. You felt as if she might crush you, but it was the most wonderful feeling. You could feel her heartbeat echoing through your chest, the thin layer of sweat between you both, her hips pressing down on yours, her thick thighs between yours. Slowly, your hands wandered over her warm back, exploring the soft skin interrupted by old scars, the tiny hairs at the back of her waist, the linen still covering the parts of her you wanted to see the most.

Your hands wandered lower, caressing her firm, round ass and squeezing it playfully. Eivor immediately rolled her hips forward, chuckling into the crook of your neck. You hooked your thumbs under the linen bandages around her hips and she lifted them slightly so you could loosen them and pull them off to the side.

She let herself roll off to the side, one leg still between yours, both of you completely bare now.

“How do you feel, little dove? We don’t have to do anything you do not want, we can just sleep.”

Sleep was the furthest thing from your mind. You brushed some stray hairs out of Eivor’s face.

“I feel reborn. You truly are a master at anything involving your hands.” You grinned at her and she had to smile, too. You could almost swear she was blushing.

“Eivor, I never want to sleep as long as I can love you. I want to explore every inch of your beautiful body, I want to learn about every kind of pleasure from you. I want you to show me heaven with a single twist of your fingers.”

She placed the tips of her digit and middle finger on your bottom lip. You slowly opened your lips and sucked her fingers into your mouth, your tongue pressing up against them. Eivor’s mouth hung open in awe, her breath hot on your cheek. You kept eye contact as you sucked her fingers in all the way to the knuckle, your hand slowly making its way down her toned stomach. She was paralyzed by your gaze, incapable of doing anything but letting out a shaky sigh as your hand finally found soft curls and her hot, wet cunt. You had never felt anything like it. You wanted to make her feel the way she had made you feel before, make her moan your name, taste her and feel her, fuck her until she lost her mind.

You dropped her fingers from your mouth while pushing the leg she had draped over yours away so she lay open and bare, her legs spread wide for you. You drew your fingers along her drenched lips and she sucked in a breath through her teeth. Without thinking, you pushed two fingers inside her, moaning as you felt her soft walls encase you. Eivor gasped, pressing her forehead to yours. Slowly, you pulled your fingers out again and played with her pulsing lips, choosing to torture her some more.

“Again…” Eivor whispered. “More. Please.” She stretched her neck to kiss you and you dragged your tongue over hers, pushing your fingers inside her at the same time and relishing at the sound of her moaning into your mouth. Her cunt made a deliciously filthy noise as you continued to thrust into her, plastering wet kisses on her neck and chest.

Your drengr was writhing beneath you, her breath quick and her hands all over you as your mouth finally reached her hips. You dug your fingers into the firm muscles of her thighs as you settled between her legs, then you lowered your head and inhaled the wonderful musk of your lover, the familiar mix of sweat and tree bark, pine soap, and the sweet scent of her juices. Eivor was getting impatient, burying her fingers in your hair and pulling you toward her, yearning for some kind of friction.

With a sigh, you obliged and dove in. You had never even seen another woman’s private parts before, let alone touched them, but somehow it was the most natural thing. You dragged your tongue over her slowly, then you spread her lips with your fingers and began swirling your tongue around her pink nub, answered with hissing and cursing from the top of the bed. You decided to take it slow, lapping at her at a more moderate pace and massaging the insides of her thighs with your hands.

“More, please... Y/N, your fingers…”

You ignored her and when she pushed her hips up against you, you stopped altogether, giving her a stern look. She mumbled an apology and you had to force yourself not to laugh. She was all flustered and sulky, strands of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, her cheeks flushed and her stomach convulsing every time you touched her. You began your slow pace again, your hands resting on her hips. She groaned but did not dare to rush you again.

Finally, you ate her out harder and faster, sucking on her folds, pushing your tongue inside her, drowning in her wetness and in sweet bliss at finally tasting your lover, having her all to yourself. You dragged your nails along the inside of her thigh and Eivor started whining as you caressed the skin just next to the center of her pleasure.

“Please, Y/N, dove, please don’t make me wait any longer, this is torture!” she cried out, her voice breaking in desperation.

You pressed your tongue to her pulsing nub and slowly pushed two fingers inside her. Her cunt sucked your fingers in eagerly, contracting around you as Eivor moaned in relief. You curled your fingers upward and she cried out your name, grabbing your free wrist so hard you were certain she would leave a bruise. Having found her sweet spot, you continued to fuck her while leaving lovebites on her hips and thighs, the sting making her hiss and close her thighs around your head. Her moans got raspier, her breathing faster and her curses more ungodly.

Just when you thought she would reach her peak, she hooked a leg under your hip and flipped you both around in one swift motion. You were now lying on your back and Eivor was straightening up on top of you, her thick thighs framing your face and her shins pinning your shoulders to the mattress. You took in the breathtaking view, her flushed face, looking down at you with blown pupils, her round breasts, her slender stomach, and her throbbing heat right over your mouth.

Eivor wasted no time getting back to where you left off, grinding down on your face and almost smothering you with that perfect, swollen cunt. You gave up any autonomy and just opened your mouth, reveling in the softness and the sweet and sour taste of her juices on your tongue. Eivor leaned back and braced herself on your hips. She looked glorious riding your face, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders and shining in the light of the fire, the droplets of sweat on her chest sparkling like diamonds. She threw her head back and moved faster, her moans getting higher and higher as you tried to control your breathing. You would have been happy to die right there on the spot, smothered by Eivor’s thighs as she found her release on your tongue.

And she did find it, panting and moaning on top of you, her legs beginning to shake as she pushed down into your mouth, her body twitching and her hands digging into your hips as she rode out her high. Breathless, she fell to your side and lay splayed out on her back, her eyes closed as she tried to regain control of herself. You were just as thunderstruck, staring at the ceiling and trying to comprehend how monumentally your world had changed in the course of an hour.

“You’re going to be the death of me, little bird. Tell me who taught you to torture a woman like that, I will kiss them and then rip their head off.” Eivor’s voice was shaky and as you turned your head, you could see her thighs still twitching. You reached out and gently brushed your fingers over her pulsing mound. She jerked up and slapped your hand away.

“Don’t make me punish you. You’ve done enough.” Her expression was stern, but her eyes were still cloudy from the high. You just threw her an innocent smile and she gave you her wonderful crooked grin.

You sat up. How could you tell her that this was your first time without scaring her off? She had been gentle with you at first, yes, but that was surely because she knew of her own strength and did not want to hurt you.

“No one taught me," you said. She raised her eyebrows.

“So you just naturally know your way around a woman’s loins and did everything right from the first time?”

You lowered your head.

“Well, you tell me. Did I?”

She sat up as well and lifted your chin with her fingers, forcing you to look at her. The fire lit her face from the side and her eyes were practically smoldering.

“Are you telling me this was your first time? Come on, don’t joke about those things.” You swallowed.

“It was. Forgive me for not telling you, I thought it did not matter. You were perfect, everything was perfect.” You cupped her cheek with your hand. Her expression was a mixture of disbelief, concern, and astonishment.

“Freya’s tears,” she mumbled, “you should have told me. I would have been more gentle, more careful. My love, did I hurt you?”

You smiled at her, overwhelmed by your love for your gentle warrior.

“Eivor, as I said, you were perfect.” You crawled on her lap, straddling her thighs while holding her face in both hands. “In fact, you were almost too gentle. I am not made of glass, my fierce drengr .”

You licked your lips, grinding your hips against her. Eivor rolled her eyes at you. She wrapped one arm around you and held you tight to her chest, then she pushed herself up with the other and scooted up to the headboard, leaning her back against it. She ran her fingers through your hair, looking up at you in awe.

“Y/N, you are incredible. You amaze me every day.”

You placed a soft kiss on her lips before moving on to her jaw and down her neck.

“I’m learning from the best,” you mumbled against her skin and gently bit down. A small moan escaped Eivor’s lips and you rolled your hips forward again. Her hands wandered up your thighs and around to cup your ass, gently at first. As you left another love bite on her neck, her grip on your ass tightened and she began guiding your hips, rocking them against her, grabbing your cheeks so hard you felt your already wet cunt open up for her.

You moaned and pulled her hair back so she would look up at you. You could see her strained throat contract as she swallowed. She opened her mouth and you let a string of spit drip from your bottom lip onto her tongue. Her eyes were full of raw desire, a hunger that you had only seen in them when Eivor had set out for her last raid. A wave of heat came over you and you lowered your head, running your tongue over your lover's and mixing your spit with hers, your tongues dancing between you as more blood rushed between your legs and you could feel your own wetness run down your thigh.

You placed one leg between Eivor’s and began rocking back and forth on her thigh, her hands so tight on your ass you knew she would leave more marks. As you looked down, you could see her skin glisten where your dripping cunt had slid over it. The sight only made you hungrier and you pressed down on her, groaning at the friction. You grabbed Eivor’s jaw and made her look at you, then you pushed your thumb into her mouth, watching as she sucked on it, her hands never leaving your body. God, she was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

One of her hands wandered further down between your cheeks and suddenly you felt her fingertips at your entrance. You let out a deep, almost feral moan as you pushed back against her and they slid in easily. Continuing to rub yourself over her thigh, you arched your back so Eivor could go deeper and she did, pushing them in to the knuckle and twisting them until your eyes rolled back and you could not even scream, your lungs giving out at the overwhelming sensation.

“More,” you whispered. Eivor grabbed you and threw you to the side. You landed on all fours, her fingers still inside you as she knelt next to your hips and thrust into you from behind. She added a third finger, filling you up, stretching you, and making you cry out first in pleasure, then in pain when her hand came down hard on your ass. You pressed your face into the mattress to stifle a scream. The sting was delightful.

Eivor was ravenous, thrusting into you at a relentless pace, slapping your ass again and again, the sound ringing in your ears and the sharp pain making your blood rush. You were almost there, a whining, moaning mess beneath your warrior, and she knew. She reached around your stomach with her other hand and began rubbing circles into your pulsing flesh, brushing the rough pads of her fingers over your sensitive nub, riding the knife’s edge of not enough and too much. You saw nothing but red, heard nothing but the wet sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of you and her groans, then something inside you dissolved and your high hit you like a gigantic wave. It knocked the wind out of your lungs at first, then it made you scream out, Eivor’s fingers pressing on the perfect spots inside and out as your juices covered her hand and you collapsed on the bed, devoid of all control of your muscles.

Eivor lifted you up with ease, pulling you into her arms so your head could rest on her shoulder and pulling the thick quilt over your body. Her fingertips caressed your back as you fought for air and she pressed her lips against the top of your head, humming into your hair.

“I think you broke me,” you mumbled, your voice cracking. Eivor chuckled and pulled you closer.

“I think I finally wore you out for the first time. I always wondered during training how much you would take without complaining or tiring, now I know.”

You wanted to protest, to tell her you were still ready for more, but you could not even lift your head. Instead, you sighed and asked for a kiss. Eivor smiled at you and gently pressed her lips against yours.

“Sleep now, my precious dove. We have all the time in the world.”

The last thing you felt was Birna jumping on the bed and curling up at your feet. You had completely forgotten about her. Sending her a mental apology, you drifted away into a dreamless sleep.

-

When you woke the next morning, you were no longer in Eivor’s arms. Your eyes flew open in alarm - had she left again? But she was still next to you, a thin blanket covering only her legs and hips while her bare chest lay free, her muscular arms thrown over her head. Her long, blonde hair was splayed out on the pillow around her head, making it seem as if she was blessed with a halo. Her breath was deep and steady, her mouth hanging slightly open. God, she was a sight to behold.

The next thing you noticed were your sore muscles. Every part of your body hurt, partly still from training, partly from what had happened last night. You felt blood rush to your cheeks at the thought of what you and Eivor had done. How excitingly forbidden, how perfectly blasphemous, how deliciously vulgar it had been to finally give yourself to the woman you loved. And for her to give herself to you as well. You laid flat on your back and stretched your arms over your head, trying to get rid of some of the pain, but it was no use. You closed your eyes and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep again.

The second time you woke, you kept your eyes closed for a moment longer, drinking in the beauty of the morning. The fire was crackling again - Eivor must have already woken up and started it - and the air was so warm you had balled up the blanket next to you in your sleep and now lay naked on the mattress. You could feel Eivor lying next to you, the heat radiating off her body and her breathing, now different than before. She was no longer asleep.

“I know you’re awake,” came her voice from next to you and you opened your eyes, turning your head to look into the deep blue eyes of your lover. She gave you a vicious smile.

“Spread your legs.” You blinked at her in confusion, instinctively closing your thighs at first. Blood rushed right to your core and you noticed how swollen you were, your cunt still sticky from last night’s juices and already wet again, ready for your drengr to take you. You felt untamed and fantastically filthy.

“Eivor, I’m still so sore from yesterday,” you whined, but you knew your eyes were saying something entirely different, wandering over her lips and down to her breasts, finally resting on her hand that casually waited on the bed between you.

“Open up,” she ordered, her voice deeper and more stern. Slowly, you opened your knees and let them fall to the side, the muscles in your thighs screaming at the strain.

Eivor’s hand began to move over your breasts, your nipples hardening right away at the mere thought of her touch. She rolled one of them between her fingers and you gasped at the sensation. Her fingers slowly brushed over your stomach and hipbones, then she scooted closer, bracing herself on her elbow and cupping your mound with her hand. You could not keep your hips still and they buckled up into her touch.

She hummed in satisfaction, then one of her fingers dipped into your pooling wetness and dragged it up between your folds. You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out, but Eivor gave you a fierce look and you let your mouth hang open, taking a deep breath to brace yourself for what was to come. Before you could tell what was happening, she had pushed three fingers deep inside you, sending shockwaves through your body. Eivor swallowed your moan with a deep, wet kiss, then she began pumping her fingers in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace, opening you up for her and making you hers.

After a while, she sat up and knelt between your legs, her eyes fixed on your swollen cunt and her fingers inside you. Slowly, she reached down and her hand vanished beneath the dark curls at her center. She looked down at you through half-closed eyelids, her tongue quickly running over her bottom lip before she let out a low groan. Part of you wanted to get up and touch her, another part wanted to lay down and watch her in all her glory.

Eivor made that decision for you when she lifted one of your legs and scooted closer, straddling your thigh at first. Then she rolled her hips forward against you and your cores suddenly touched. It was like nothing you had ever felt before. Hot and wet, her pulse beating against yours, connected at your most intimate points as Eivor let her head fall back and groaned your name. You quickly found a perfect pace, both of you grinding your hips together and interlocking your fingers with each other as your voices got louder and your moans got higher.

You were close and you could tell Eivor was, too. You wanted to reach the peak with her, to experience this high together. She lowered her head and your eyes met. Her movements got smaller and she increased the pressure, the smacking noises of your cunts rubbing against each other filling your head along with the rush of your own blood.

“Come for me,” Eivor growled and just like that, you were over the edge. You held on to her hand for dear life as you watched her arch her back and cry out on top of you, both of your moans and whines building a beautiful song of pleasure.

Your warrior collapsed on top of you and you relished in the feeling of her weight pressing down on your chest, her body encasing yours and shielding you from the world while you laid in intimate togetherness and breathed each other’s air.

After a few moments of silence, Eivor let herself fall to the side and stroked your cheek with her thumb. Her gaze was full of love.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” she whispered.

“I love you,” you whispered back, wrapping an arm around her waist.

A meow from the door made you both lift your heads and look over to a grumpy Birna. Eivor laughed.

“I’m sorry my dear, I will free you in a moment. You will get a feast from me tonight, I promise.”

She turned to you.

“Fancy a bath?”

-

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[bunnyandgoose]

more AC Valhalla headcanons

(as you read you’ll see i’ve elected to ignore that some of these characters died in canon so....)

Eivor and Randvi confessed their feelings for each other but didn’t act on them. but then in Valhalla, Sigurd admits he knew about Eivor and Randvi the whole time. (they aren’t very subtle in the way they look at each other) and he stays in Norway with his father. he finds love with that Sefa girl from when he was a kid.

Rosta doesn’t die and goes to England with the Raven Clan. After Eivor becomes Jarl, whenever she is away the clan look to either Rosta or Randvi. (in all of my AUs Rosta will most likely live. i simp too hard for her.)

Ravensthorpe is constantly growing. what was once just a little forest is now an entire town. the borders of Grantebridge and Ledecestre are constantly being pushed back.

If Soma is Jarlskona and Lord of Grantebridge, does that make Eivor officially the “Lord of Ravensthorpe” and therefore make Randvi the Lady of Ravensthorpe?

Vili, Birna, Rollo, Finnr and Oskar (my Jomsviking) never call Randvi by her name. they always refer to her as “Jarlskona” or “My Lady.”

After the whole thing with in Jorvik, Ljufvina and Hjorr came to Ravensthorpe and are a part of the council.

Most of the adults that left for england with Sigurd and Eivor were from Varin’s Clan. like Gunnar and Tekla.

Valka, Tove and Eivor and Einar grew up together in Varin’s Clan. (the bear or wolf clan)

Valka and Eivor definitely have an on/off relationship. it’s not a secret that she and Eivor are sleeping together. (thanks to Dag’s big mouth)

Randvi has four brothers and an older sister. Randvi is the fourth born out of six.

Randvi and Eivor travel back to Norway one last time when Randvi gets word that her father is ill. Nessa takes them on her boat, saying that she’s never seen the Northern Lights. they come back with the rest of Randvi’s family after her father dies. Her brother tells her that they wanted to go to England as soon as they heard that the Ravens had left but their father didn’t want to leave.

Eivor learns that Randvi was a wild child. always playing in the dirt with her younger brother, all scraped knees and tangled hair. “And they call me reckless”

Randvi has never lost a game of Orlog.

Eivor hates chickens. Vili wastes no time in telling Randvi about the chicken incident when they were teenagers.

Sunniva and Vili got together while in Snotingham. their relationship was no secret but Eivor literally had no idea until like 6 months later.

She thought Sunniva and Norvid were together, turns out they’re cousins.

Ravensthorpe has a small church. “The Saxons here respect our culture, it’s only right that we respect theirs as well”

CEOLBERT LIVES IN RAVENSTHORPE and is Randvi’s right hand man

when the Norsemen went to Snotingham for Hemming Jarl’s funeral, Ceolbert was left in charge as Randvi attended as well. (because Sigurd was lost in his visions)

Ceolbert is best friends with Eluric, who relocated to Ravensthorpe partly because he didn’t like being seen as “the Eldorman’s bastard”

there’s many more children in Ravensthorpe now. Eivor adopts all those orphans she meets.

As Ravensthorpe expands, so does the Longhouse.

#acv #eivor wolfkissed #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor wolfsmal #randvi #ravensthorpe #headcanons

[theunsinkablesappho]

Do Randvi!

How I feel about this character

I unabashedly and without shame adore Randvi. I will simp for Randvi until the end of time. Randvi could murder me and I’d go down singing her praises. I’m an absolute fucking sucker for stoic, honor driven characters to begin with. Wrap that up in a nice neat package of a sapphic woman pining for a forbidden lady love and I’m gonna buy all the merch (seriously, MAKE ME SOME FUCKING RANDVI MERCH).

Randvi is so quiet and careful in her desire, her pain, her suffering. She will sacrifice quietly and expect nothing in return, not even to be noticed. Staunch and stoic indeed.

Give me more of That Good Shit (TM).

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Eivor. That’s it. I never particularly shipped her with Sigurd because I got the impression right away that she wasn’t like... super thrilled with her husband. (I mean, look at the way her whole expression darkens when Eivor asks if Sigurd is back yet. That’s not happiness.)

Low-key I can see her in OT3s involving Eivor. Birna and Petra are my main targets for this.

I don’t ship her romantically with them, but I do think Randvi enjoys a little eye candy in the shape of Rollo and Vili.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I don’t have any ONE person that I think is Randvi’s #1 Go To.

Okay that’s a lie, I do, but she’s like... 80% an OC at this point. And that is her sister Thora (mentioned in canon only in a letter you can find in the upstairs bedroom in the Fornburg Longhouse). So that crosses very heavily over into headcanon, but I think Randvi is extremely close to her sister and trusts her with things she would never trust anyone else with.

Within explicit canon, I think Randvi is close to Sunniva and Norvid, and not just in a professional sort of way. She trusts them.

I think she develops a very close relationship with Hytham, as he is one of the few who really understands and respects what she does for Ravensthorpe. (Eivor respects it, but I don’t think she really understands it.)

And she, obviously, becomes very attached to Coelbert. ;__;

My unpopular opinion about this character

Oooo, I don’t know if I have an unpopular one. Hold on, let me scrape the barrel here.

Well, I guess I can borrow from above for this, really.  No idea if this is actually unpopular, but it is something I have not seen anyone else discuss within the ship tag.

While I do think Eivor and Randvi are 100% Besties, I do not think Eivor is Randvi’s explicit #1 Bestie. I feel like Randvi is honestly one of the most emotionally healthy characters in the game, and she knows how to diversify her support system. Not to mention that Eivor is also gone a lot, so she cannot really just depend on Eivor. Plus, I think she is aware that leaning that hard on Eivor would not ultimately be very good for Eivor, as Eivor already tries to carry the whole ass world on her shoulders.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

I wish she could have divorced Sigurd earlier (I fix this in my fic, The Saga of the Wolf-Kissed, btw). I understand that Hordafylke is where Sigurd finally gets his goddamn sanity back and thus has the sense to realize where things are at but... Randvi did not need that to get a divorce. Randvi has literally TONS of grounds to pursue a divorce with Sigurd - not least of which would be his continued spousal abandonment, even before they arrived in England. The Norse actually made divorce a pretty easy process, and couples were allowed to part for pretty much whatever reasons they wanted, really. Especially when there was no issue of children.

I do not see why she could not have divorced him earlier in the game, other than the fact that Video Games seem extremely opposed to writing *actual* romantic relationships. (Think about it, they almost all do their romance sub-plots like a Disney film. It it 100% about getting the girl, and almost never at all about keeping the girl. I want to go on dates AFTER I’ve got the relationship, god damnit!)

Also I wish she would let us get it on in private just like... idk, 1 time. Seriously, Randvi.

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