* Setting: THE NORTHMAN
V I K I N G S ; A semi-plotted love affair & end of innocence for @bitemescftly
Gudrun had found her way to the sea. The water had encapsulated her body, her lungs filled with salt and blue-green opalescence. When they’d pulled her onto the beach, the waves were not the angriest they could have been, for Aurvandil’s cries rivalled that of anything nature could have omitted. He’d collapsed to the ground, sunk low as he pulled her tall frame into his lap. His large arms enveloped her, his lips touching down onto a bloated, once petal-pink pout. A hand tangled in the blonde mess of her hair, fingers knotting and tugging, as his sadness turned to complete and utter rage. Had she been so sad that this was the answer? Had she been angry for his constant state of absence in battle? Or had she merely lost the will to live due to forces unforeseen? The fates had never shown such a depressive state, had never once hinted that he would ever be without his long-wed bride. He cursed the Gods, but mostly he cursed her soul -- to be damned for all eternity. Her selfishness had a price, and that was the leaving of himself and their son behind. Amleth adored his mother, his tiny heart would be shattered to pieces at the news; but that only met that the King would have to love him that much harder, that much fiercer; as a bear does to its cubs. He would survive and thrive -- they both would.
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The town had gone to ruin, smoldering ashes in the wake of the King’s army. The men ripped through the town, collecting all that their hearts had desired, making sure to claim what they had now won. The battle cry of victory could be heard throughout the mountaintops, the horn blowing in the darkness as they settled on what was to be done come morning. They would take all that they found worthy, they would share their findings with their kinsman back home. It would be a week’s worth of hard riding, but King Aurvandil was more than ready to return to his land, more than ready to settle (for a small time anyway).
They’d barely slept before they were awake again, mounting horses and strapping down the goods with which they’d plundered. Amongst their claiming, had been a young woman, beautiful and timid, an artistic vision of perfection. Her milky skin called to the King, her chocolate hair falling down past her buxom breasts. The curve of her body was something to behold, for he could not remember the last time he’d taken a lover who’s shape hissed of softness and padded flesh. She’d been offered to him on the spot, the moment the tiny village had been invaded. He’d spared the family that had made such a sacrifice, that had given him the most beautiful gift. Aurvandil’s clan would clean up the wreckage here and start a new, giving those that had yielded to them safe refuge and new community to thrive for.
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A week had passed and the Vikings had made way back to their homeland. The village was being set for that evening’s celebration; the welcome home that all warriors would rejoice over. The food was abundant, the wine overflowing, the fire rising high into the night sky. Everyone danced with delight, the music became much louder than a roar, the chatter jovial and with ritualistic intent.
‘ Hail King Aurvandil War - Raven! ’ cried the company as their concurring hero made his way through the muddy path and into the grass. The King had been dressed in dark brown slacks, chest bare, shoulders draped with furs. His light eyes focused on the young woman seated on the ground upon a wooden platform. Three of the town’s women had been braiding her hair, and calming her nerves. They all placed kisses to her cheeks as the King approached, leaving the two of them be.
‘ In all my days I have never come across a more exquisite beauty, ’ he announced, loud enough for all to hear, and yet his focused gaze remained on the young woman. ‘ Tonight, under the eyes of Freya, I will take this woman as my own, ’ his words rang heavy in the night, the applauding yells came from across the land, the clan more than pleased with this decision. ‘ You will be my queen, ’ he breathed, settling down onto his knees before the brunette, his hands cupping her face, ‘ tonight, my life becomes your life. My blood is your blood. My heart is your heart. You will give all to me. I will receive all of you. Sweet Goddess Freya blesses me, and by Odin I will not falter in my love. ’
His mouth his quick on her own, not giving her time to think, the rumble of the crowd becomes that much louder, as his hands roam from her face to the thin gown with which she’d been dressed in. ‘ You tremble, ’ he whispers so that only she can hear, his ocean eyes locking with green spheres, before the garment that shields her body is no more. ‘ Do not fear me, ’ he notes, hands large and unyielding, grasping at naked flesh, his lips are fast on hers once more, his thick frame wedging between her thighs. The fur that drapes over his shoulders falls aside, a hand works at the pants he wears, tugging them away, before he stands to completely disrobe. It’s all happening so fast, and he’s on his knees again, this time turning her voluptuous frame so that her back is to his front. Strong hands reach for biceps, pulling her backside flush against his chest and torso. Lips daring to claim purchase of her shoulder, her neck and beneath her chin.
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