#Halvar

[dinkythings]

It's Halvar! Anyone remember this old boy?

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Bruno Suraski

[n0rthernghostbat]

I said it was small

[linnheidi]

Halvar, Maiken, Ludvig, Una and Cecilie

A fun and weird family meeting

[shellyscribbles]

More Vale/Hallendrest Lore: fluff edition

I was so mean to Aila I thought it might be fitting to give her another good love story.

              Halvar opened his eyes in the darkness and rolled over with a groan. His arm fell on the bed where his wife had fallen asleep beside him but was no longer laying. With a sigh he rolled onto his back understanding why he had woken up. He never could sleep when Aila wasn't beside him.

              He peeled the blankets off and climbed out of bed. After clothing himself in a warm robe, he made his way out of their chambers and down the hall where the guards stood.

              “Your highness.” The man bowed. Halvar hesitated, but decided against demanding he not be called highness. Despite the thousands of years that he had been husband to the one the people lovingly referred to as their Eternal Queen, he was not the king of Vale.

              “How long ago?” He asked.

              The guard’s face scrunched in thought, “Maybe…half an hour?”

              Halvar nodded and patted the man’s shoulder as he passed. The guard started to fall in behind him before Halvar waved him off. “I’m immortal. The room needs more of a guard than I do.”

              He heard the guard hesitate before returning to his post. Halvar chuckled to himself as he continued on. He inquired after Aila of the few servants and guards he came across as he moved through the palace. No one knew where she had gone though he did work out that she had left the palace.

              By the time he reached the entry hall, he was annoyed.

“Where-“ he began to ask the guard when her voice filled his mind.

              I’m in the temple, love.

              The guard frowned as Halvar stood before him, mouth still open, the rest of the question unasked. Halvar shook his head. “Never mind.”

              He made his way down the street on foot in the cold, dark night. His annoyance faded as he approached the temple which was lit with several orbs of nymph light, making a silhouette of the statue that stood before the doors. A warrior with emerald eyes and a sword whose tip rested on the stone base, looking as one would after winning a difficult battle; exhausted but triumphant. The life-like expression rendered with perfection by his wife lifetimes ago.

              Halvar glanced at the statue as he made his way into the temple following Aila’s lights until he found her where he had expected once she’d told him where she was. He came behind her as she sat on the stone bench before the large stone mural of her wedding to Zuriel. Faint nymphlight lingered on select stones ornamenting her hair. He rested a hand on her shoulder and she reached up to lay hers on top of his as she turned to look at him.

              “I didn’t mean to wake you, love.”

              Halvar smiled and threw a leg over the bench to sit straddling it to face her. “You didn’t exactly wake me. You crept out quietly enough, I just can’t sleep if you aren’t there.”

              She smiled at him and he leaned forward and pulled her closer to him, draping her legs over his and hugging her to his chest.

              “I don’t remember our wedding.” She said wistfully.  

              Halvar laughed and released his grip allowing her to sit up with his arm resting behind her. “We’ve been married almost five thousand years, dear. No one remembers our wedding.”

              “I know,” she said, still studying the mural. “But it would have been such a significant thing to wed myself to another immortal, you’d think we’d remember that.”

              Halvar followed her gaze to the mural. “Are we talking about our wedding?”

              “Mostly.” She said and studied the image she had long since memorized a moment longer before turning to face her husband. “He just seemed so significant in the histories…”

              “I don’t remember him any better than you do.”

              “But I was his wife.” She said with exasperation.  

              “I was his guardian.” He said with a shrug. “There is just no way we can remember out entire lives. What would that do to us if we knew every moment of the past six thousand years?”

              Aila huffed and turned back to the mural. “I don’t understand why it doesn’t bother you more.” She said after a moment.

              “I just accept that I am immortal and as such I will have to know things without remembering them.” He took her hand in his and studied her fingers as he laced his with hers. He looked up at her as he saw her turn. “I know that you were my best friend’s wife. I was married to his sister. I had one daughter and I don’t remember any of it.” He released her hand and traced her cheek. “All I know is all long as I can remember, I have loved you and been loved by you. I have been happy, and I just can’t care about a past I can’t remember when my heart is so full of what I have now.” He leaned in and kissed her, lingering in the kiss before pulling back. “Any other questions?”

              Aila sighed and leaned her head against his, taking his hand in both of hers. “Does it bother you that it bothers me.”

              “Yes, it does, but that’s only because I know it makes you unhappy to not remember.”

              “Please don’t think I am not perfectly happy with you.” She said with a plea as she pulled back to meet his gaze.

              Halvar smiled and nestled his head against hers again. “I know you love me, Aila. I don’t even ask that you be perfectly happy with me. I’m not perfect.”

              Aila reached up and cupped her hand on his neck. “ I do love you. You are my heart. I could not be happier with you.”

              “Good.” He sat up, forcing Aila’s hand to slip off back onto her lap where he gathered it up and kissed it. “Now, come back to bed.”               Aila extracted herself from her husband’s lap and they made their way back through the temple, hand in hand.

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Please note that these lists can get very long over time (or already are long). Almost all will have a link to their main/full information.

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[simplydifficultme]

CROW BBY STICKERS ARE HERE !

I will get them up on my Etsy some time next week !!!!

[faithinchances]

Yes hello I’m here to ask you questions about Halvar!

👁️ - How do other people perceive this oc? How close do their first assumptions come to the truth?

🌨️ - If this oc had a day free from all their responsibilities, how would they spend it?

❗- What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

👁️

He's not very well liked by the public, actually! Or by folks in the media. They find him standoffish and uncooperative, which he is, and that gives him a pretty boring public persona. Like good luck getting this guy to comment on City's success beyond, "We work very hard, like everyone else," and "We are lucky to have Pep to guide us." City fans think he's boring, but he's a dependable and talented striker to forgive him for his sin of being a private, humble person.

His teammates find him to be a good leader, humble, easy-going, hard-working, and so so boring. Like he's a good conversationalist and all that, but he doesn't seem to be into anything y'know? Just football for work, a quiet evening at home, and the occasional takeaway.

Halvar, of course, has a rich inner life. He chooses not to share terribly much because he simply doesn't feel the need to.

🌨️

Well, the obvious answer is chilling with Jamie and the cats, but I think the real answer is he'd go and hangout at home in Sweden with his mum and the collection of family pets. They have a LOT of animals, including some farm animals. Hanging out with his mum and all the animals is something he gets to do on holidays every summer, but he misses it the rest of the year.

Some day I will make a list of all the animals. It's like a flock of geese, three horses, some chickens, several rabbits for some reason, one house cat and another barn cat, three dogs. Something like that.

❗

Hm gotta be football. It's always football (ages 5-retirement). Not to the exclusion of his happiness and well being, but the three are totally tied together for him. Playing good football makes him happy, happy is good for his well being, but it's such a shame they do so much travel.

After retirement, I think he goes through a period where he's a little lost about what to do with his life but then Finds Fulfillment TM.

✨

Cats. Animals more broadly. Pretty sunsets. Shooting drills (he is a striker!). Likes cooking more than most young footballers. Would loooooooooove to go see a NHL game with all the cool Swedes, but unfortunately the 82 game NHL season takes less time than the 38 game Prem season which starts earlier and ends later.

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"Making of Autumn Sonata" (1978) - Ingmar Bergman and Arne Carlsson

Films I've watched in 2024 (20/95)

An absolute master class in filmmaking!!

Is this documentary about twice as long as the film ("Autumn Sonata") itself? Yes.

Is it worth every minute of watching? Absolutely!!

Full documentary with English subtitles:

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I figured out the mechanics needed for the ending of my Hallendrest story.

Just need to work out why Drest dying made Hallendrest begin to die.

I have worked out why Vontis could sustain the world and why Drest got stuck being dead when he is immortal. As well as the nature of their immortality.

It's funny to me that I ended up making it what is basically another Vale story.

[thedarkprinceofulaid]

The gilded cage

The journey by ship to Ulaid was long and brutal, and Finan finds himself relieved when land is in sight. At one time in his life he loved the ocean, yearned for it even, but these days the bitter salt in the air reminded him of where fate had brought him the decade earlier, for years, trapped in a never ending horizon of water with an always nagging pain in some area of his body. Still… he is relieved. They are one enormous step closer and they’d survived the journey.

The relief of land in sight is quickly washed away when Finan squints his eyes and can just faintly make out the form of Ulaid’s fortress, the outline of the tall stoned palace and ramparts. Within that instant, a shiver runs down his spine.

It’s been so long.

The Irishman takes a deep breath in through his nose as his heart starts to thud in his chest, such unpleasant and painful memories washing over him like the tides, the smell of home arising in his senses. This is where he had been raised, where he spent the first quarter of his life. He’d spent more time here than anywhere else. And there it stood— the gilded cage of his own suffering and foolishness. His thoughts drift to her, how his own suffering was null in comparison. It still aches at his heart like nothing else could. Watching the person he loved tortured and murdered had made him wish for death almost every day since. It had replayed so often in his nightmares, but seeing the setting in which it happened brought memories back that were beyond comparison. The last time he’d heard her voice was when he killed Halvar for his wife’s vengeance, and it was like a dream of forgiveness, of retribution for not only Revna but for her. She guided his sword, he once thought. He shakes his head at the thought.

Forgiveness imagined, perhaps. I deserve to rest in Hell for my part in it all, darling. I was weak, then…

I hope you’re resting among the beauty of Heaven like you deserve. I’ll love you always.

The Irishman brings his fingers to his forehead, rubbing the tension away fruitlessly. Uhtred would let him lead this dance into oblivion, and Finan believed that he deserved whatever fate would befall him in doing so. In any case, his wife would survive. This would not end the way it did in the years past.

The first group of men leave the ship in two small boats, directed by Finan to the areas of scouting by sentries along Ulaid’s border, the ones who warn of any imminent threat to the King by sea. If the sentries are killed successfully, the mission will press on, and they will send a signal that it’s been done. Finan only prays that his long held knowledge of the fortress is enduring.

The Irishman watches the horizon as twilight fades into darkness, and many hours later the signal is witnessed by him and Uhtred; three firelit arrows sent to the sky, followed by three more.

With a grin, Finan goes to Bjorn and pats him on the back. “Proceed with the ships. I will see you at the gates, my friend…”

“Ladies,” Finan drawls almost lightheartedly to Hild and Lagertha. “With me.”

Dispatching the ship onto a few smaller boats, Finan and Uhtred lead Hild, Lagertha, and Sigtryggr onto a boat with a band of warriors. They begin to row forward while Bjorn leads the ship in the direction of the Fortress.

Finan stands as the small boat he directs reaches the shore, his adrenaline already thrumming in his bloodstream. He jumps out onto the sand, giving Uhtred a firm nod. He knows where to lead them, but each step of the way will be like revisiting the ghosts of his painful past.

Finally, we share the same ground. I will see you soon, Revna... I’m sure of it.

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credits:

Prologue

1. “time collapses. love takes your hand and leads you from the world” layla starr

Page 1

2. “Imitations of Drowning” Anne Sexton

3. @.insomniac-arrest

4. https://twitter.com/sainticide/status/1476212797369319424?s=21&t=iGrZnWG5aLGizZ_iGCZR4A

5. “Twenty-One Ways of Leaving” Koleka Putuma

6. https://pin.it/4Iy5VQI

7. @.dvoyd

8. http://hollowworld.co.uk/threads/halvar-vignette-s.55468/post-829118

9. “If There’s A Way Out I’ll Take It” Lora Mathis

10. “Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn; in a letter to Hortense Flexner and Wyncie King” Martha Gellhorn

Page 2

11. https://pin.it/1QpJ0iz

12. https://pin.it/6WwyKF6

13. “Wayward son” Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch

14. https://pin.it/5Mgyjhs

15. @.galactic-mystics-writes

16. @.dazzlingtiredeyes

17. “The Next Time We Talk on Facebook” Clementine von Radics

18. N/A

19. Fall Out Boys – Young Volcanoes

Page 3

20. https://pin.it/3Nxa6eV

21. “Jesus Texts” Pádraig Ó Tuama

22. @.codaattheend

23. https://pin.it/3YFQf7P

24. by Edward Lee

25. “The Five Stages of Grief” Linda Pastan

26. “A song for a lover of a long time ago” Bon Iver

27. “Icarus || Percy Jackson” SarcasticSunshine

28. https://pin.it/59O2ivf

Page 4

29. “Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn” Martha Gellhorn

30. @.aretherestarsinhell

31. “One Last Poem for Richard“ Sandra Cisneros

32. “Poem of the End” Marina Tsvetaeva

33. https://pin.it/7mGA0UT

34. https://pin.it/1TKqm7d

35. “Norwegian Woods” Haruki Murakami

36. by Friedrich Nietzsche

37. “For Your Own Good” Leah Horlick

Page 5

38. “When Rome Falls” Yves Olade

39. https://pin.it/5CnTcJ9

40. “Whatever You Need” Marley C.

41. @.eridan-ampora

42. “Pillow Thoughts by Courtney Peppernell” Cierra

43. https://pin.it/e9k4bKp

44. “Sunstone” Octavio Paz tr. by Elliot Weinberger

45. by Kiersten White

46. https://pin.it/1i7tkZg

47. https://pin.it/4S39jLe

Epilogue

48. @.jovialtorchlight

All the other little pictures are free stickers from PicsArt

[n0rthernghostbat]

why I ship halvar, example 1

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Halvar Thoresen

[shellyscribbles]

Hallendrest Lore

Working out how Drest broke Hallendrest. Haven't yet decided if this is canon or not.

"Halvar?"

Drest opened his eyes.

They killed me! he thought. Those insolent little...children?

His children? No, their children.

But they couldn't have children.

No, they had one, several lifetimes ago. No, wait, he had one. They had adopted their daughter but she had died.

He squeezed his eyes closed again as the many lifetimes of memories assaulted him. All the memories that he had lost through the countless years he had lived. So much time had passed.

Yes, that was right, they hadn't had children. They couldn't. But they had created beings, races on their world. They were gods on Hallendrest and their subjects had killed him.

Drest, once known as Halvar, sat up, which was strange. He never appeared in the Line laying down before.

"What did you do?"

He looked up at Zuriel who looked past Drest at something. He frowned. There shouldn't be anything to see in the Line. He turned to see what his friend was looking at and was shocked to find a strange image of what seemed to be…everything. There was the impression of worlds and realms and the jagged gaps between, but just before them was the only relatively clear image: Hallendrest.

"What the..." Drest muttered as he rose to his feet. He turned away from the mind-numbing image and found that they stood in a small gap between the strange image of Hallendrest and something he’d never seen before. It was just as vast as the universe he had gazed upon with Zuriel, but it was all one. Filled with light and joy and life.

"Is that the house of souls?" Drest asked as he stood staring, awed by the sight.

Zuriel pulled his eyes away and turned to face Drest. “Yes," he turned back to Hallendrest, gesturing with his hand. "What is this?"

Drest tore himself away from the beautiful world of light and turned to face Hallendrest. It was a strange image. It was all of Hallendrest, both in small scale and full sized somehow. It was almost nauseating.

Which was another weird sensation he shouldn’t be capable of in the Line. He had no body here. What was wrong with the Line? The space where his immortal soul waited for the phoenix to revive him. It was as if the Line itself had become a small cord beneath them.

“Halvar?” Zuriel asked after the pause.

"It's Hallendrest." He said quietly. "It's the world we made."

Zuriel frowned. "Why can we see it?" He looked back toward the house of souls. "The line is so thin here."

Halvar shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“You’ve been gone a long time.” Zuriel said. It sounded almost like he was thinking out loud rather than addressing Drest. “It’s been thousands of years since you last came.”

“It has been a long time.” He narrowed his eyes, a specific image was rising to the surface, the already strange image warping before them. “I think I forgot. A lifetime must have passed. You would think I would remember dying regularly.”

Zuriel gave a brief laugh.

              He felt a stab of annoyance at his friend laughing at the fact he had lived so long he forgot that when he died a phoenix would revive him. Perhaps that was why Vontis seemed so upset. He could see her now. She sat on a mountain she had brought up to get his fallen body and herself out of the battle. It was something she had done before, though never on this scale and she certainly didn’t remember it.

              It seemed to be a sort of reflex she had when he died.

              Or when he died in battle at least which had been surprisingly rare. It had taken him some nine thousand years to die the first time. A fact he was sure of at the moment with all of his memories.

"Vonts," Drest’s voice was soft and full of longing. The many lifetimes of their lives together sat in his heart. He’d never had to see her like this before, from so far away. And she was frantically shaking his body, screaming mutely.

A sharp cry resounded around them causing both men to wince and look up where a great bird of fire flew. It made to dive at them, screeching, then circled and tried again before flying away over Hallendrest.

Drest frowned again. That wasn't right, was it? He didn’t normally see the phoenix come, but the bird seemed frustrated and he circled, repeatedly diving toward Hallendrest, but stopped as it seemed to come against some unseen barrier.

"No," Drest said, cold fear shooting through him. His Phoenix couldn't reach him to resurrect him. What happens to an immortal soul if his body can’t come back? What would happen to Vontis?

He took three quick steps toward the image of Vontis, reaching for her, calling her name.

The image suddenly blurred as she moved nearly faster than he could see.

Horrified, he jumped back and the image ceased its movement. There was now a structure around her, over the top of the mountain and she sat slumped against the wall, rags and bones on the ground before her.

He stared at the scene wide-eyed. What was happening?

"I don't understand." Zuriel said. His voice sounded strange, choked. Drest was too confused and horrified to register how his friend must have felt seeing her after so many lifetimes. "I need to speak to The Great Creator." Zuriel said as he slowly turned away from the pitiful image of Vontis and walked quickly back to the House of Souls.

Drest wasn't sure how he knew, but as soon as Zuriel turned he knew the Line would vanish. He turned and reached out as he tried to open his mouth to cry out, but it was too late. Zuriel had already crossed the barrier that had rejected him.

Drest felt the space that had barely been there to begin, vanish. His soul was jerked back to Hallendrest. He screamed as the terror of what would come filled him. What would happen to an immortal soul, banned from The House of Souls when his body was nothing more than bones and dust?

He felt himself hurdling back toward the ground much as he did upon being resurrected, but this was different. Before, he always felt himself shrinking, shedding the larger mind that were his memories, the ones he couldn’t hold. This time he felt himself rip apart.

His very soul let out a sort of shriek as it shattered and scattered out across the world. Each fragment hurdling faster to the ground, gaining speed as they neared the ground.

Then he hit.

Over and over. One collision and a thousand all at once.

He took a sharp breath. Hundreds of breaths.

It was agony. His mind was suddenly filled to the brim with not only his own mess of lifetimes but several extra. A hundred names echoed through him until...

"Oren?" A gentle voice asked. "Oren, dear, can you hear me?"

He opened his eyes. A beautiful woman's face marked with concern hovered over him.

For a moment he lay confused. He'd never seen her before, except he had. It was his beloved Seriah.

He squeezed his eyes closed again. Who was he?

"Oren?"

Stefin?.... Alric?... Chasok?...

"I broke. I'm broken. Shattered." He muttered.

"What?" Seriah asked, alarmed.

Vontis!

Oren shook his head and sat up. "How strange." He looked around him. The name of the goddess Vontis echoing in his mind. And a deep longing.

"I feel strange." He said as he allowed Seriah to help him to his feet.

"Let's get you inside."

"Yeah," he said and shuddered.