#kaisa hilda fanfiction

[autumnalfallingleaves]

The Witch's Brew Café: A Hilda Coffee Shop AU

AO3

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Summary:

Frida, a young witch fresh out of college, moves to Trolberg to work at the library with her apprentice-sister Kaisa. However, when she checks out a magic-friendly café, she might get more than she bargained for with moving to a new city. Enter Hilda, the very cute butch working the till. Frida is going to kill Kaisa.

Hello! I haven't written in a while but I actually got this all out this afternoon over tea and I managed to polish it up enough to post :) I may write more at some point, but here's this.

Excerpt:

The late-autumn sun is only just starting to kiss the tops of the trees when Frida parks her car on the side of the street. She hasn’t been in Trolberg long, having moved into the small-ish city only a few weeks ago, but she’s already appreciating the reduced traffic, and with it, the available parking spots in convenient places. 

She’d only finished up at the Witches Tower a few hours ago, finally done with all the paperwork needed in order to register as a practicing witch within the city limits. Bureaucracy with the Trolls, or something else equally ridiculous. Frida’s just here because there was an open job opportunity at the library with Kaisa and there’s good resources for college graduate witches at the Tower. 

Anyway. She’s tired and all she wants is to enjoy a cup of coffee (preferably dark. And strong enough to hold itself up outside the mug.) and chat with her apprentice-sister, whom— despite working in the building above the same Tower Frida’s had to inhabit for days— she hasn’t seen in forever. Mother of magic, she’s exhausted. 

Locking the car door behind her, Frida crosses the street and pushes open the café’s door to the swirl of fallen leaves around her feet and the cheery tinkle of wind chimes. It’s a warm little place, inside, with golden lighting falling over the plush couches and chairs in the seating area, worn books stacked on low tables, and a healthy buzz of conversation from the assembled patrons. The website, when Frida had looked at it (it doesn’t hurt to be prepared, and she’d wanted to know if they served croissants) had advertised that they welcomed all, including the more magical of Trolberg’s citizens. She can see that now, glimpsing a few elves chatting over on one of the low-set tables, and even a nisse in an orange jumper quietly sipping at a steaming mug and reading a book over in the corner. Amazingly, for all the prejudice against magical beings Frida’s seen and experienced, there seems to be none of that here. 

It’s nice. It’s really nice. This must be why Kaisa had insisted they come here. She’d also had a bit of a suspicious look on her face, but Frida hadn’t called her out on it. Kaisa kinda of always looked suspicious. This was nothing new. 

Probably. 

Hopefully. 

Read the rest on AO3

[blaithnne]

Plenism may be on hiatus but my magnum opus would NEVER. Anyways for those of you after Lauren and Kaisa content you are finally being fed <3

[jetcat-14]

Fic bassed on a post by

@the-hilda-librarians-wife

(had the link to the post and lost it lmao 🤣)

FanFiction...........

AO3

Meeting My Aunt Astrid

Kaisa and Aunt Astrid meet for the first time and Kaisa is very nervous afraid Aunt Astrid wont like her. Johanna insure her everything will be fine but will it.

(Sketchbook Ship)

[furashuban]

Candlelight

Happy last day of Pride Month Hilda fandom I’ve written a Sketchbook Ship fic which you can have as a treat :0 (This was also the fic that reminded me how much Sketchbook Ship is one of my favorite things to write and I really have to back to writing more of these two sdfgsgw <3)

Pairing: Sketchbook Ship/Kaisanna

Words: 1k

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48253363

Summary: When Johanna feels her loneliness getting to her, she brings out a candle that reminds her of the person who gave it to her.

A quiet night in the apartment. Maybe a little too quiet.

The television was off and the kettle boiled no substance for tea or cocoa. Hilda and Twig were already tucked in, fast asleep from another day out together, which left Johanna to be the only one awake by her drafting table. The last of her commissions were ready for tomorrow’s client, and Johanna quickly dropped her pencil before she could trap herself to what minor readjustments ought to be made to improve already decent sketches. She got up, stretched and yawned all at once, then realized her own fatigue beginning to weigh her down. Before long, it was lights out for the entire apartment, and the brunette found herself back in her bedroom, changed into a plain white shirt to sleep in.

 Rather than climbing into bed, she merely sat down on the mattress. It was to be another difficult night to sleep through despite the tiredness from sketching all day. Johanna thought that after all these years, she would have gotten used to the lack of companionship in most of her days. Hilda of course had always been the one to dwindle her loneliness, but the frequentness of her adventures gave Johanna enough time to realize just how devoid she was of anyone to talk to or hold onto while her daughter went out.

 The move to a more populated space like Trolberg only added to the pain of her loneliness rather than fix it. It felt like she had a priority to be out there and engage with as much as people as she can, even if she found discomfort and arduousness in building good relationships with new people.

 Johanna heaved a sigh, running her hand through her hair. It was all just weighing down on her. But then she remembered…

 She pulled open the drawer of her nightstand, bringing out a large, unblemished candle. There was no special occasion to receive it in the first place, but the person who gave it reassured Johanna how much it would mean to both of them if she kept it.

 “If you ever feel alone again,” an amiable voice rang in her head, “just light the candle up, and think as though I’m there with you.”

 No other person in her life before had offered to solve her loneliness when Hilda was not around. Johanna hardly knew the person who gave the candle, only engaging in small talks with her when she picked up Hilda from the library. But it did not stop her from this enamored feeling that brought about a smile the longer she held the candle and reminisced. Without question, she would love it if she was next to the person right now. Starting tonight, she thought, the candle ought to be aflame.

 She returned to the kitchen to pick up a lighter. Flickering against the tip of the wax pillar, a bright yet meager flash came to being. Candles were typically a white-orange hue, but somehow, this particular candle lit a flame of white and dark purple.

 “Well, it does kind of remind me of her somehow…” she giggled.

 Johanna ambled back to her room and settled the candle on top of the nightstand. She stared down at it more, contemplating. “I hope I can see your face again soon…”

  Behind the inconspicuous bookshelves of the library, Kaisa lounged in one of the hidden rooms, relaxing on a red armchair with a book in one hand. Beside her was the writer’s desk holding many ornaments - one of them being a single candle atop a rustic holder which, despite never being alight once, she had been carrying around everywhere she went for some time. The librarian was unfettered, slouching and exhaling upwards against her bangs which fluttered in return. A flip of a page. More words to read.

 Suddenly, a purple flame lit up from the candle on the desk, and Kaisa noticed it just in time to drop her reading and feel her heart soar. She did not stow it away after all, Kaisa thought to herself. The librarian stood up and pulled out her wand, “No time to lose,” she told herself aloud. Focusing as hard as she could on the candle, she proceeded to recite an incantation…

 Back in the quiet flat, Johanna was about to blow the candle out, ready to tuck herself in and bid tonight farewell. But before she could, the flame from her candle was no longer stable, rather it swerved wildly and endlessly, startling the brunette as she leaned away in caution and curiosity. Before she knew it, the purple fire, slightly more immense than earlier, formed into the shape of two women standing in front of each other. They held hands as they swayed and spun around waltzing in place.  

 Johanna hugged onto one of her pillows, enraptured by the spectacle; she couldn’t quite understand what was happening, but she started to understand why she was gifted this candle. The more it went on, the brunette’s cheeks flushed, failing to stop herself from imagining her and the librarian as the dancing fiery figures. In the secret room in the library, the flame of Kaisa’s own candle emitted the same dancing figures through her influence. No matter how hard she tried, Kaisa could not stop grinning; it was the loveliest of feelings for her to give someone surprises, even if she couldn’t see how Johanna was reacting. It was lovelier to let someone know she was there for them upon knowing they needed her, even if she wasn’t actually there in person.

 When Kaisa felt that the dance had gone long enough, the fiery silhouettes of the women merged until the fire took the shape of a big heart. Johanna gasped, an enormous smile coinciding with a sensation in her chest as warm as the candlelight itself. The brunette wasn’t sure how to describe the way she felt; she wanted to applause, she wanted to giggle endlessly, things that she felt would make her look silly. There was one thing she was sure of: the next time she would come to the library, she had a lot of questions for the librarian, questions that also gave her reasons to go see her—to know her more, hence she couldn’t wait to ask them.

[kranagok0]

Now I'm looking at what character I create to make a romance with Aunt Astrid.

I mean, I already have a plot made and everything.

He has already seen and met the trio of strange friends that are mainly Hilda, David and Frida. However, I have seen one or another publication putting Kaisa, the bell ringer, and Johana as another trio of friends who did their crazy things in Trollberg.

So I think the ideal would be to put Astrid with two other people just as crazy as her. I know I was with Phinium and Layra, but I would like to experiment a little using other characters, like Tildy.

Just imagine the chaos they would have made when they were young. Although I still don't know who to put as the third friend, if I don't find anyone I'll have to make an OC for that. What I care about is making a plot about Astrid's life when she was young, more or less at the age of 15-19.

I still think that Astrid and Pilkvist were very chaotic when they were young. They went wherever they wanted and left a mess like a force of nature.

How is the basic idea of each trio of friends would be divided into a way of how they were when they were young.

Johana and Hilda: *the friend who does dangerous things without thinking twice.

*At some point they had a weapon and will not hesitate to use it for self-defense

*Their friends are very important to them, you literally have to expect anything from them if you threaten their loved ones (even immolating at any moment)

*They are part magical creatures and they don't know it.

*Adventure is his daily bread

Frida and Kaisa: *they are witches, and very good at what they do

*If you have doubts about something, look it up and read it until you memorize each paragraph (even the footnote)

*They have their unbridled side when the situation warrants it (or when the influence of the group's adventurer manages to reach them)

*Normally they don't use magic unless it's an emergency…. But sometimes there are fun exceptions and others for pleasure.

*Before they followed the rules But now they break them.

*They would both kill for a book when they have gone at least 8 hours without seeing one.

David and the Bellcamper: *they are the most normal of the group, although they also have certain characteristics that make them stand out.

*[Insert Billy and Mandy song against the bogeyman here. You know which one].

*After several traumas with their new friends, they now enjoy life better and are more relaxed…. At least when they are not on an 'adventure' as their friends like to call their many crazy trips.

*They may not have powers, but do not doubt them when jumping into action to help their friends

An extra point is that, at some point in their lives, they have committed a terrorist act for the greater good.

And don't deny it to me. We all know that the destruction of the bell mechanism was not as subtle as they expected.

Astrid fits the criteria of being the chaotic adventurer who wants to explore this vast new unknown world. However, he does not know anything about it and that gives him problems when arriving at small towns or cities like Trollberg or Tofoten the first time he arrives.

Matilda Pilkvist, a young woman with a promising future but with a great hunger for knowledge and wanting to live unique experiences while experimenting with creating spells or finding some that have been lost over time. To do this, I would travel the world in search of many places whose culture has almost completely disappeared.

The third friend should be someone normal. Or at least less powerful than the other two girls. Someone to be the rational mind in all this chaos. I mean, we have to admit that Tildy and Astrid possibly lived life to the fullest when they were young, so much so that they ended up banned from some towns.

If I don't find someone elderly who meets those characteristics, then I will have to create an OC for this story. I'm even talking to a friend about this to find out how to proceed.

When I have my session on AO3 I will upload several one-shots and some original fanfic. It's gonna take long. Obviously I don't know how to use AO3 But over time that gets fixed.

[thesealanterns]

I wanna mention an au I been working on for Hilda. (Ps, this is my first au ever)

So, throw out the show/fandom Hilda has had many different parental figures.

Original being Johanna, then fanfics where Johanna married to Kaisa or gerda, and that one fanfics by Nach0 on A03 were she’s raised by the bell keeper. You also have her troll family, trylla and baba.

So I’m gonna make an au where Erik adopts a baby hilda.

It’s called:

Father ahlberg (AU)

(Random drawing from the au)

[hyperpsychomaniac]

The Curse of the Black Hound

Summary: Sequel to 'Lost in the Wilderness'. Erik Ahlberg has a problem. And he’ll solve it like a man - by himself, and dragging no one he cares for needlessly into the whole confounded mess. Gerda is having none of it. She’s determined to figure out why he’s being so secretive and protect him, whether he likes it or not. But when Erik finally asks for help, he finds himself alone, with those he’d always thought would stand by him, his biggest threat.

Authors note: Ao3 is being a butt. So I'm starting posting this here, and will chuck it up there once it looks like it's cooperating again. Please feel free to leave comments :)

***

“Hilda, wait! We need to start on our project right away!”

Hilda winced and drew to a halt outside the Edmund Ahlberg School gates. She’d hoped to escape. Get away before her friends questioned her and simply apologise after the fact. And not because of the project; Frida would end up doing most of it, anyhow. It was because her friends would have something to say about her plans for the afternoon.

Frida caught up and skidded to a stop. She panted, hands on her knees, then straightened. “It’s due in just under two weeks.”

“It’ll take us two hours,” said Hilda. “Especially as you’re on our team. We don’t have to worry about it yet.”

Frida grasped Hilda’s shoulders and dragged her in so they stood nose to nose. “We always have to worry about it.”

David caught up with them. Clearly not worried about the short essay, he had not been running. “You don’t need to stress out, Frida. Hilda’s right, it’ll be easy. Although, I don’t think that’s why she doesn’t want to start on it today… is it?”

Hilda’s shoulders slumped. “I promised I’d hang out with Erik, okay?”

“Again?” said Frida.

“I don’t do it that often! Besides, he’s my friend now. I know you guys don’t get that, but…” Hilda cut herself off with a huff, folding her arms, scrunching up her face and looking away.

“No,” said David, “I suppose you don’t hang out that often. Or rather, he doesn’t hang out with you that often. Didn’t you say he’d left early last time?”

“Well…” It had been a couple of months since she and Erik got lost in the Wilderness. Since he’d apologised for the way he’d treated her, and they had become friends. The first month had been fine. They had seen each other sometimes twice a week, which was all her mother seemed happy to allow. But, one night, he’d become flustered and taken off in a rush. After that, his visits had been less frequent, and he’d seemed distracted.

Not that Erik had ditched her, although that was what both Frida and David made it sound like. “Last time he had to leave, he said his shoulder was hurting him,” Hilda explained. “He leaped in front of a Barghest to save me, you know.”

Frida sighed. “We know. But you don’t have to explain it to us. We’re your friends. If it’s something you want to do, we’ll support you.”

“Even if it doesn’t make much sense,” said David with a huff.

“David!”

“I know! I’m sorry.” He sighed. “At least can we walk you to where you’re meeting him?”

Hilda smiled faintly. “Sure.”

The coffee shop where she and Erik usually met was only a few blocks away, halfway between the school and the car yard where he worked. Hilda had no desire to spend much time there. It was simply a convenient place to meet. She’d usually find Erik waiting out the front, sipping an enormous paper cup of coffee. He said it helped perk him up. Especially since his new job was more boring than Safety Patrol paperwork.

Curious, one afternoon Hilda asked if she could try it. Erik wholeheartedly agreed. And, instead of letting her take a sip of his, he took her up to the counter and allowed her to choose whatever she wanted. Never having had coffee before, Hilda had been a little confused. Apparently, ‘shots’ didn’t refer to how much hazelnut flavoring you wanted. Meanwhile, Erik stood there, watching gleefully as she confused the poor barista, but never explained to her what she had asked for, nor what she ended up getting. It had tasted delicious, but Hilda hadn’t slept a wink. Johanna had not been pleased.

As they approached, Hilda felt her stomach sink. The table out the front, where Erik would wait for her, was empty.

“I thought you said he finished a half hour before school finishes?” said David, a growl creeping into his voice.

“Usually,” said Hilda. “Sometimes he’s a bit late if he has a customer. His boss won’t just let him leave…”

“Hilda,” said Frida. “I know he helped you and all, and I know you two worked out whatever bad blood was between you, but… that doesn’t mean you have to always hang out with him, especially because, well…”

“Especially because he’s Erik Ahlberg,” said David, cutting over Frida. “You know, the guy who nearly destroyed Trolberg, because he wouldn’t listen to you.”

“He said he was sorry about that!”

“Sometimes sorry is just words!” said David. “And I don’t know, maybe he meant them, and maybe he did mean to save you from that Hound, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop being a jerk overnight. Look at what he’s doing to you now - it’s like he’s only hanging out with you whenever it works in with whatever he’s up to.”

“Exactly,” said Frida. “And you can bet he’s up to something.”

“Neither of you were there. You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Hilda had tried to explain to her friends how she felt. Sure, he was still Erik Ahlberg. Frustrating as hell, and sometimes, if he got moody, a little mean. But when he was fun, he was fun, and he’d talk to her about adventures, both made up and real. He was always interested in her drawings or latest story idea, more so than Frida and David ever were.

Being around him, she just felt a safe. If a creature that was all teeth and claws attacked her, she knew he’d throw himself in the way. He already had. And got hurt. Every time she’d catch him wincing if he moved his shoulder a little too boisterously, which he often did when he got excited, Hilda felt a brief stab of guilt.

David sighed, and when he spoke again, some of the anger had left his voice. “We’re just worried about you, is all. We don’t want you to get hurt if he decides he’s bored with you.” He reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder.

Hilda snatched her arm back and threw herself into the chair at the table. She dug a book out of her satchel, wrenched it open, then plunked it down hard on the table and shoved her nose into it.

“Hilda,” said Frida, “please don’t be like that.”

Hilda scrunched down so her chin almost rested on the table, so she couldn’t see her friends over the horizon of the book.

“Fine,” said Frida. “Well, we have an essay to write, I guess. And I’m not waiting to rush at the last minute just because you’re pouting. Come on, David.”

“It isn’t due for two weeks!” David let out a long-suffering sigh. His shoes scuffed the concrete. “Well, um, Hilda? Look, I’m going to go with Frida. But if you need us for anything… we’ll always be there, okay? You know, in case Ahlberg isn’t.”

Hilda glared at her book until the words blurred. Finally, she couldn’t help but look up. All she saw was David’s retreating back as he caught up with Frida.

Her friends were gone. No longer challenging her. Hilda felt the tension in her shoulders seep out. The book was Erik’s. She shouldn’t have banged it on the table so hard. The pages were yellowing, and the spine had become a little brittle, but it wasn’t past reading as long as you weren’t too rough with it. Emil Eckhart’s, one Erik had taken a great deal of trouble to pick from his collection, after Hilda’s insistence that the female characters in the ones she had found at the library were boring and fainted far too often. Erik had been determined to prove her assessment wrong and had said he’d bring one which had a character who kind of reminded him of Gerda. Then he’d flushed and added, “Not like on page 307 though.”

Erik had been so excited to lend it to her. Even if he had, at the last minute, held onto it for a second longer than he needed to, like he was rethinking lending such a precious thing as a book to a child.

Hilda glanced up the footpath, towards the car yard, and gulped at the lump in her throat. She could see what was keeping him. Or rather, that he was still there. But she knew he wouldn’t be long. Maybe she’d draw Erik’s favorite character from this book. Just not what she was doing on page 307.

***

Erik Ahlberg was on a mission. He had a problem to solve. And he’d solve it like a man. By himself, and without dragging anyone he cared for needlessly into the whole confounded mess. All he needed, he’d decided, was the right reference material. But he still needed help to locate that material. That meant he had to talk to a librarian.

“Werewolves?” Kaisa raised an eyebrow.

Erik resisted the urge to tug at his collar. The woman was half his height, barely more than a girl. Besides, he was an adult now. If he lost a book all he need do was admit the error and pay a fine. No one would show up at his front door, dark as shadow, and ask his mother whatever had become of the book he’d borrowed nearly three months ago.

“Have you tried the fiction section?” said Kaisa.

“I’m not looking for fiction.”

“Well, I must not have heard you correctly, then. Because I’m certain you asked about- “

“I’m researching something!”

“Not much use researching something that doesn’t exist.”

“Well then,” Erik said tersely, “if you think it’s such a ridiculous notion, why don’t you recommend a—“

Kaisa whipped out a hard bound volume from under her trolley and slapped it into Erik’s hands.

Erik ran a hand over the cover. The spine was still strong despite the wear of the leather. “What’s this supposed to be?”

Kaisa shrugged. “I have absolutely no idea. You’re the one who needs it.” And with that, she grabbed her trolley, swiveled it expertly around him, and disappeared into the stacks.

“Wait…” Erik groaned. “Bloody useless librarians.” Despite his doubts, Erik’s hands worked with a mind of their own, opening the book and flicking over the pages.

It was a book of mythology. Erik supposed that’s what had brought on the ‘have you tried fiction’ quip, although he was sure mythology sat somewhere in between fiction and non-. His eyes caught the bold and gilded title of one section.

Erik slammed the book shut with a heavy thump, startling some college-aged students studying nearby. He checked the book out. And, within fifteen minutes, he was thumbing through the section as he headed down the footpath towards home.

It was a collection of stories. And the one which had caught his eye? The Monster King. Erik was unsure of what he was looking for, so going with his gut seemed as good a guess as any. And probably more useful than asking a librarian.

As with many older books, the story was wordy and took a while to get to the point. Erik skimmed the text as he walked. He’d always been able to read quickly. As a child, he’d felt the faster he read, the more he absorbed. That maybe he’d absorb a hero who always got things right and nobody laughed at, and even should the surrounding characters pressure him into preforming the tasks a hero should, he always pulled those tasks off with the greatest of ease.

It would’ve been a brilliant talent for reading Safety Patrol Procedures. If only his brain didn’t switch it off as soon as he lost interest in a topic. But this was worded as a story, and his interest in the subject matter he hoped to find was desperately high.

The Monster King told the story, funnily enough, of a king. He, like the heroes Erik used to love, was strong and mighty, and he pulled off many great feats - fighting and killing the monsters that plagued his kingdom. This the book went on about in great detail and Erik flicked through those pages quickly. But not so quickly that he missed the main point, which was that the king had not been mighty all on his own. The spirits of his people had bestowed on him his strength to protect them.

But the King became conceited. He forgot the spirits. He drank up his peoples’ praise and gave no credit to the supernatural powers that worked through him.

The spirits, as powerful spirits often seemed to do in these stories, became angry with the King. And so, they transformed him into one of the Monsters he had once fought. He wandered the land until he thanked those spirits, begged for their forgiveness, and only then did they restore him to his former glory.

Erik stared at the pages and swallowed hard. The king had been punished for his arrogance. He’d been turned into a beast.

But it was just a story. Fiction was right. In reality, arrogance could do far worse. Now, if the King’s actions had destroyed his people, that would have been realistic. The image of his mother rising beneath Trolberg stabbed into his mind.

Erik repressed a shudder and slammed the book shut. “Bah. Divine judgment? That’s no kind of explanation. I need facts! Not…” He looked around him. At the trees and rocks. And Trolberg and its encircling wall. Behind him.

“Damn it. Not again.” The sun was setting. He’d set out intending to head towards home. He would have thought that, even with his nose in a book, he’d find his way.

But not since the Barghest had ripped into his back. Tearing into him, putting him in hospital. He’d thought, once he’d got out, the worst of it was over.

But no. It was not just annoying exercises he couldn’t see the point of, that hurt, and wondering if he’d ever get full strength back in his arm, that he had to contend with. Not even the nightmares. Of the Hound. That brought back the nightmares of destroying Trolberg, and the two had blended into terrors that ended in waking in cold sweats. That had not been the worst of it.

Now, increasingly, he found himself drawn to the outskirts of Trolberg, out towards the Wilderness. Not so bad when he was working, or focused on something. But as soon as he became distracted, he’d find himself heading to the wall.

And then there was the night everything had gone crazy. Crazy enough, he felt he’d been turned inside out. And, once it was over, had sent him searching through books of mythology in the library, daring to speak with librarians.

“Alright, you’re fine, Erik. The book just distracted you. That’s all.” He backed towards the wall. “It’s not like last time. Before things went south, you started…”

He winced as a stab went through his shoulder, and the healed wound across his back began to tingle. He shifted his book under his other arm and rolled his shoulder. That usually helped loosen his muscles.

“It’s just carrying this big, heavy book. Your doctor said, don’t lift too much weight, and…” He looked at the book, and sighed. It was big for a book, but hardly a dead weight.

His shoulders slumped. “Who are you lying to, Erik? You’re the only one out here.” He glanced back at Trolberg. Lights were winking on, now that the sun had set. Despite the faint, wild tug on something inside of him, the thing that drew him to the Wilderness, he wanted to return to Trolberg’s safety.

But would it be safe for Trolberg if he returned? If what happened last time happened again… No. He couldn’t do that. His actions had already nearly destroyed his home. Nearly killed hundreds of people.

Yeah, the Monster King had got off light. Perhaps, Erik thought, as he turned to head back out into the Wilderness, this time by choice, the Monster King had taken himself away from his kingdom for the same reason. Erik smiled to himself. Here he was, doing the right thing. The unfortunate thing was no one was around to see him do it.

“So, here you are again, little human.”

Erik stiffened as a Troll stepped out of the trees and broke into a massive grin. Erik definitely recognised him this time. Both from the front lines that night outside Trolberg, and, as one of the three who had chased him and Hilda, and set the Barghest upon them.

Bastel slammed a fist into his open palm. “Hurn’s spell worked. And here you are. Oh, I am going to enjoy tearing you apart.”

***

Johanna sat at her desk in her apartment’s living area, drawing. She’d already prepared dinner. A pie sat in the warm oven, ready to go. She shouldn’t be worried. Tontu had yet to poke his head out of Nowhere Space, despite the smell of the pie wafting through the house. Hilda wasn’t late.

But her daughter meant to see Erik Ahlberg this afternoon. And, though Johanna had given the man permission, after laying down some well thought out terms and conditions, and letting him know this was against her better judgment, but she’d allow it so long as he behaved, it still felt uncomfortable. I mean, she’d been lost with Hilda too. Underground! It hadn’t made Hilda want to hang out with her mother, which seemed rather unfair.

The sound of footsteps running up the stairs reached Johanna’s ears, and then the front door slammed open. Hilda’s satchel thumped as she dropped it into a corner. Twig let out a startled yelp.

The slight knot in Johanna’s stomach worked itself loose. Good. Not too late home. Not too early either. She put on a smile and swiveled around to face her daughter. “Ready for dinner, Hilda? How was your time with Mr Ahlberg—“

Hilda rushed across the living area, bolted into her bedroom and slammed her door, far louder than the front one.

Twig turned to Johanna and tilted his head with a quizzical whine. What was that all about?

“Erik Ahlberg.” Johanna's fists tightened, and her pencil let out a faint crack of protest.

He’d been on his absolute best behavior at first. But, recently, Ahlberg had been late, distracted, and had left early. Hilda had made light of it, but she had told her mother about it. And now? He’d definitely upset her. Johanna shouldn’t have been surprised. But she would still make him regret it.

Johanna drew in a breath, steadied herself, then knocked softly on Hilda’s door. “Hilda? Do you want to talk?”

***

Chapter 2

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Honestly Just Finished Hilda Season 3: DAMN I’m gonna miss this show.

On the bright side at least I can read as much Frieda x Hilda fanfiction as much as I can.

Along with some Johanna X Kaisa yuri. Honestly I hope you consider making some Johanna and Kaisa comics in the future cause I would LOVE to see these two interact more than the show couldn’t give us.

The only thing I can say is that the fandom is small and so there’ll b a sizable drought of content but that just means more reason to make more.

As for Johanna x Kaisa, I’m sure I’ll do some comics with them, I just figure out what to do (I could do them first meeting as per my headcanon) but in the meantime I’ve seen a cute multi-part comic about them “fake dating” because Anders asked Hilda if her mom was seeing anyone and Johanna lied and said she was. I’d give that a read through.

[sketchbookweek]

Sketchbook Ship Week 2023 - Introduction

Hello there, Hilda fandom! 

As some of you might know (or not, depending on how deep in this you are. We are very), on the 22nd of October we will be arriving at the Sketchbook (Johanna/Kaisa) ship’s fifth birthday. That’s right, folks. Five years ago the infamous ask that kickstarted all of this was sent. 

To celebrate this occasion, we will be organizing the first Sketchbook Week! It will be hosted between the days 19 and 25 of November. Let us explain - 

(By the way, the “we”s in these posts refer to @waddles-ex-machina and @the-hilda-librarians-wife. Just thought you should know who to blame.) 

✏️ What is a ‘Sketchbook Week’?

In case this is your first interaction with this type of fandom event, let’s start with the basics! This week will be an opportunity for fans to produce content for this ship, inspired by the prompts that will be released. There will be prompts for each day, and the resulting pieces are posted on tumblr for shippers to enjoy, and reblogged onto this blog - which will be tracking the #sketchbookweek tag

📖 What kind of content can be submitted?

Anything made by you! Visual art, fanfiction, edits, poetry/songwriting… heck, try out sculpting, if you’d like! It just has to be sketchbook and at least vaguely inspired by the prompts.

✏️Do I need to participate every day?

Not at all! This isn’t an event that requires any sort of commitment, it’s all for fun! You can go and post on the days you are able to or the ones with the prompts you like the most, and that’s a-okay.

📖 Can I only post on tumblr?

Well, the event is being hosted on tumblr, so we advise you to post it here so we can all see and share it. However, you can absolutely post on any other websites at the same time.

✏️ When will we know the prompts?

If all goes according to plan, the full planning for the week with all the prompts will be released on the 22nd of October, on time for our ship’s anniversary :)

📖 Who decides the prompts? 

Well, you do! Soon we will open submissions so you can all send us the prompts you’d like to see. On a later date, we will all vote on them, but that’s for another post! 

✏️ I like this idea, but I don’t want to/won’t be able to post. Can I still participate somehow?

Absolutely! All are welcome to enjoy what will be created for this week. Remember that interacting with artists is what keeps fandoms alive, and do your best to show your appreciation for the content creators taking part in it

📖 I’ve got another question that isn’t covered here. What do I do?

No problem! Our ask box is already open for comments or questions. Shoot, and we’ll get to you as soon as possible! 

That’s pretty much it for now! Feel free to follow this blog for updates and mark your calendars for the 19th - 25th November! 🔮✏️

[historyhermann]

A Mysterious Librarian is the Breakout Star of Netflix’s Hilda

Two years ago, the animated series Hilda premiered on Netflix, and a minor character called “The Librarian” (voiced by Kaisa Hammurlund) quickly became a fan sensation. Although she only appears in about three minutes of the show’s first season, this feisty librarian has been mentioned in 20 fanfiction stories on Archive of Our Own and has a Tumblr blog dedicated to her. She has also been a subject of a lot of chatter among the fanbase, from Twitter to Reddit. The official Hilda Twitter account has described her as a mysterious librarian who has an unmatched, and extensive, “knowledge of cemetery records and mystical items.” Overall, this character is among the most positive pop culture depictions of librarians, along with fellow animated shows Cleopatra in Space and She-Ra and the Princesses of Power.

During the show’s first season, the characters spend only nine minutes at the Trolberg public library, but those scenes make a strong impression. In the show’s sixth episode, protagonists Hilda, David, and Frida travel to the library, searching for information to cure David’s awful nightmares. Before they can think of the right text, the librarian drops a book on a nearby table, telling them they will find it of interest, and slides away on a rolling ladder across the stacks. Once the group starts reading, they realize the book indeed contains the information they need. When Frida expresses her confusion with the librarian’s prescient actions, David tells her that it is her job to find what they need.

In the next episode ("The Lost Clan"), the protagonists' journey to the library to learn about dragons. While Hilda laments that she would rather be in a “deep, dark forest,” her elf friend, Alfie, calls the library a “forest for the imagination”; Frida adds that research is the “greatest adventure of them all.” After Alfie locates the right book using the card catalog, he expresses his love of “a good subject-based classification system,” in keeping with the show’s portrayal of elves as comically fixated on paperwork and organization. This scene reinforces the impression from the previous episode that libraries are wondrous places of valuable information.

Much of the library’s screen time for the season takes place in the eighth episode ("The Tide Mice"). In the first scene, Hilda looks for a “cozy place” to read. Thanks to the instincts of her pet, Twig, she stumbles upon a hidden special collections room in the library, a space that comics writer Matthew Garcia calls “the real wonder” of the episode. Among the stacks, Hilda finds a spell book whose contents spur the plot of the episode. Afterward, she is reminded by the librarian that reference books, like the spell book, cannot be circulated. Filled with enchantments, the books become, in Garcia’s words, a “creature of their own.” Alfie has several wonderful lines in this episode, calling libraries “thrilling temples of the unexpected.” Thanks to the information Hilda learned during her time in the library, she lifts the enchantment on her friend and mother just in time.

In the episode ("The Ghost") that follows, the protagonists visit the library again, searching for information following a possible encounter with a ghost. Before Hilda has a chance to ask for help, the librarian anticipates her question. After some hesitation, the librarian draws upon her extensive expertise about everything from local gravesite locations to ghost summoning rituals in order to assist the group. She gives Hilda the necessary materials to raise the dead while warning her that she will be “piercing the veil” between the human world and the world of the dead. While she later calls this activity “fun,” she does so in order to help Hilda, a patron, with something important. The librarian’s actions in this episode highlight the responsibility of librarians to serve patrons to the best of their ability.

In the show’s final episode ("The Black Hound"), we see the librarian walking across the streets of Trolberg. Whether she is goth, a witch, a vampire, a queer-coded character, or a version of Hilda from the future—all of which are popular theories among fans—there is no doubt she will have an important role in the show’s upcoming season, which will likely begin streaming on Netflix in either October or November of this year. In the end, the librarian in Hilda serves as a positive depiction of librarians in animation which eschews stereotypes, hopefully making clear the importance of librarians and libraries for years to come.

© 2020 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

Note: This article is reprinted from the original on I Love Libraries.

Reprinted from Pop Culture Library Review and Wayback Machine

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

A Familiar Soul - Chapter Six

Summary: Hilda decides to be completely honest with her mother, surprised when she seems to be a lot more in on magic than Hilda had expected her to be.

With her daughter’s association with witches, Johanna is forced to face some secrets of her own, bringing her back to feelings and people she’d rather have left behind

Dealing with insecurities and inner demons of her own, Kaisa finds herself face to face with the very issues that brought her to be so displeased with her own abilities

Or: the one where Johanna is Kaisa’s familiar

Notes: Once again, sorry for not posting last week! Hope you enjoy this though

Read it on ao3: (chpt1) (chpt2) (chpt3) (chpt4) (chpt5) (chpt6)

“Come on, Kaisa, it’ll be fun!”

Kaisa put down a book on her card a little more forcefully than she needed to, and right away shot Hilda an apologetic look, as if saying she hadn’t meant it.

“I know, Hildie… I’m just not sure that I should.”

“Come on!” The girl groaned as she moved from the librarian’s side to being in front of her, with her cart between them. “It’s just tea! You haven’t been acting like yourself, Kaisa. Is everything alright? For some days now you have been very distant, you know?”

The librarian sighed. She’d been hoping Hilda wouldn’t notice the change in her demeanor, but apparently the girl was too smart for that. “I’m sorry about that. I’ve just been considering that maybe I shouldn’t spend so much time with you three. After all, you’re children and I’m… not.”

“That doesn’t matter at all!” Hilda argued with her arms crossed on her chest. “You’re our friend, Kaisa. You’re my friend. And I really miss you.”

Something about the way she said it made Kaisa bend. How long had it been since anyone had considered her their friend? Since the girl’s mother, Kaisa noticed with sadness.

“Just tea, you say?” Hilda smiled brightly and nodded at her. “And you’ll be alone at your house?”

“Yeah, I will! Alfur said he’ll be busy with report writing all afternoon, and Tontu will be out to… honestly, I don’t know what he’ll be doing, but he’ll be out.”

“Fine, then. I accept the invitation.”

“Yes!” Hilda shouted as she fist pumped the air, before noticing the disapproving stares she got from everyone around her, including Kaisa.

“Yes!” she repeated, whispering this time, and Kaisa had to bite back a chuckle. “Thank you so much. See you tomorrow, Kai.”

_#_#_#_

Kaisa had decided to take over the tea duty simply because she knew the drink would turn out better if she did it. It had nothing to do with being worried about Hilda, who seemed too short to be using the stove and got on the brink of spilling hot water on herself at one point. Not at all.

“Thanks for that!” The girl said when Kaisa stopped the kettle from falling on her and put it back in its place to boil, telling her to put the other things on the table while she took care of the tea. “Mum’s usually the one to make tea so I’m not really used to it.���

The breath was caught in Kaisa’s throat at the mention of Johanna, and Hilda tilted her head at her when she noticed something off about the librarian.

“Kaisa?”

“It’s fine.” Kaisa said then, hastily. “I’m very used to it. Tildy is basically an addict.”

This made Hilda chuckle as she picked cookies from the cabinet to put on the table. Kaisa was grateful to see a few store bought options; even though the home baked ones definitely looked more delicious, she didn’t think she’d feel well eating something she knew Johanna must have baked. It felt like trespassing.

“Yeah, I saw her house. Don’t take me the wrong way, but does she ever clean?”

Kaisa snorted. “Why clean when you can just let your familiar eat your messes?”

Pulling herself a chair, Hilda laughed gleefully. It made Kaisa very grateful to have someone who seemed to appreciate her presence, and she appreciated Hilda’s presence as well. When the kettle whistled, Kaisa readily poured the boiling water into the cups, both already with the herb mixture she’d prepared, and took them over to the table.

Eating with Hilda was easy. Being the bright and energetic person that she was, Kaisa didn’t have to make too much effort to fill in any gaps in the conversation, and she dealt with Kaisa’s sarcasm and dry sense of humor remarkably well. Even when Kaisa politely refused a bowl with pastries she’d made with her mother, Hilda didn’t press her to eat them.

It was her fault, really. Kaisa knew she wasn’t supposed to be there, and still the company and the warm tea were so pleasant she lingered more than she had to, so it was her fault that there had been no time to escape before the front door was unlocked and a person walked in.

“Hilda, I’m back!” She announced. Johanna had a smile on her face as she saw Hilda sitting at the table and looking behind herself at her mother, but it quickly faded when her gaze traveled from her daughter to her usual seat.

Dropping her purse to the ground in surprise, Johanna gasped audibly, shock and anger making her lips curl back.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Mum, I can explain!” Hilda got up from the chair as quick as she could, while some part of her mind registered that her mother seemed to not only know the librarian very well, but also not like her at all. “I invited-“

“I came to ask Hilda about a book she had borrowed.” Kaisa spoke over Hilda, knowing that the girl would probably get in trouble if Johanna knew she had been invited for tea by Hilda herself. The lie flew from her instinctively. “It was about to be overdue, so I thought it was better to come and talk to her.”

Far from being appeased, Johanna only seemed to get more furious. 

“Really?!” She spat. “Out of all the things you could make up, you’re using the same excuse you’d tell my parents and expecting me to fall for it? Do you really think I’m that stupid?”

Oh. Now that Johanna had said it, Kaisa recognized why that lie had seemed so natural to her. On two separate occasions when she was a teenager, she’d used it to justify to Johanna’s parents why she was in their house so early. Of course she hadn’t stayed the night, she’d said, knowing they didn’t like it when Johanna had ‘friends’ over, Mr. Linus had just told her Johanna had an overdue book and she’d come to warn her friend before the deadline came. Her father had fallen easily, but Johanna’s mother had been slightly harder to convince.

“Your parents?” Hilda whispered, now looking between the two women in curiosity. They both seemed to have taken fighting stances, Johanna with her feet set apart as if to give her a strong base and her chest leaning forward, looking ready to attack while Kaisa stood rock still, every bone in her body stiff as she clenched her jaw and fists.

“Go to your room, Hilda.” Johanna hissed. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“Johanna, really.” Though Hilda wasn’t looking at her, she could <em>hear</em> the eyeroll in Kaisa’s eyes, and she flinched. Her mum didn’t like it at all when people rolled their eyes at her. “I wasn’t here to- corrupt your child or anything else you might imagine. We were just having tea and talking.”

“She doesn’t need you here!” Johanna snapped, and for some reason this hit the librarian harder than she could have predicted. “She has her friends and she has me, there’s no reason for you to be here and… do anything!”

In the library, Kaisa had been in her element, had felt confident enough to spit back at Johanna. But now they were in Johanna’s zone, and she didn’t feel like buying a fight, especially not in front of Hilda. She really didn’t have to know about this mess the two of them had made of their lives.

“Now, let’s not be rash-“

“Don’t you dare talk to me about being rash!” Johanna stepped aside and opened up the front door wide. “Get out of my house!”

Kaisa grunted in anger and did as she was told, even if in heavy, loud steps. Hilda reached out her hand and called for her, but the librarian had already broken into a run upon reaching the staircase.

“What has come upon you?!” She asked to her mother, whose breath was finally beginning to slow down.

“Hilda…” Running a hand through her curls, Johanna sighed. “Try to understand-“

“I don’t want to hear it!”

Ignoring her mother’s protests, Hilda ran past her to try to catch up with Kaisa.

So much for having an honest relationship.

_#_#_#_

It was an unquestionable truth in Johanna’s life that everything that was good, became better when she shared it with Kaisa. This meant, of course, that as soon as the Raven Leader took them to that tower in order to watch the woff migration routes, Johanna knew she had to take her favorite witch there.

The former bell tower sat right at the wall that separated Trolberg from the wilderness, but since having its bell broken in the earthquake of ‘82, it no longer served its original purpose. With its view overlooking the green fields which woffs favoured as their mid-migration resting spots, it was the perfect place for such activity.

Right after the Raven Leader had declared their duties done for the afternoon, Johanna had begun to think about inviting Kaisa over to the tower. Since her mother picked her up from the Sparrow Scouts activities, she couldn’t just deliver a message at that moment. It wasn’t that her mother didn’t like her seeing Kaisa, though she’d already voiced her wishes for her daughter to have a wider group of friends, but since Johanna’s feelings for her best friend had begun… shifting into something a little different, and she could no longer deny that they were, she had constantly been afraid of her parents seeing right through her and figuring it out. That left her with only one option, to ask Kaisa about it at school.

Seeing as they walked to their local high school together every day, it wasn’t hard to find a good moment. In fact, Johanna made the proposition right after she’d met Kaisa on the front door of Tildy’s house, and they arranged to go to the tower right after class. Johanna’s parents had just begun to allow her to go outside without adult supervision and they didn’t want to test their boundaries by having Johanna arrive home late.

She’d spent the whole school day anxious for the moment when she’d be allowed to leave. This was unusual for her, having always been a hard working student, but she couldn't stop her mind from going back to their appointment every couple minutes. There was nothing romantic in its nature, but since admitting to herself that she had a crush on Kaisa, she seemed to get more and more eager for any amount of time they could spend together.

“Are you sure this is open for visitors?” Kaisa asked while Johanna struggled with the tower’s entrance door, which gave in at that exact moment as if it were proving Johanna’s point.

“Either that or the Raven Leader illegally barged in with a bunch of kids.” She lifted an eyebrow at the witch, daring her to say that the Sparrow Scout’s leader had broken into City Hall property, and in return received a playful shove when Kaisa walked past her and into the curling staircase inside.

They were both out of breath once they had finished climbing, even though Johanna did her best to hide it (she was the familiar in that relationship, after all, and if Kaisa saw she was tired after some stairs how would she be able to trust her with protecting her?). Their footsteps echoed in the tall stone room, and Kaisa excitedly pointed out the bats sleeping upside down on the roof. After she’d admired them, Johanna beckoned her over to the window, the light that came from it dimming with every second that passed. Dusk was coming quickly.

“You should be able to see a couple of woffs sleeping or grazing in the meadow below.” Johanna said, placing Kaisa in front of her so she had a better view. Instead of looking down as well, she got momentaneously distracted by the whiff she caught of Kaisa’s scent, like black tea and lavender.

“I don’t see any down there.” The witch breathed with clear excitement in her voice, snapping Johanna back to reality. “But those look interesting enough.”

As Johanna followed Kaisa’s gaze, she too got overcome with excitement when a pack of migrating woffs cut through the sky above them, looking peaceful and completely confident about their destination, even though no human had ever quite been able to figure out where exactly it was that they went.

Their mellow sighs were a relaxing sound, especially so with the gentle light of the setting sun behind them and the breeze messing with their hairs. Johanna became entrapped in them, her lips parted as she wondered how it would feel to fly on the back of one such creature, so much so that she didn’t notice Kaisa was looking at her out of the corner of her eyes.

“Look!” Johanna exclaimed. “There’s a white one! You don’t see those every day.”

Kaisa nodded. “It is said that white woffs are a sign of good luck for witches.”

“Really?” Johanna turned to her, and became a little flustered herself when she realized Kaisa was blushing due to how close their faces were. “Have you ever had a chance to experience this?”

“No.” Johanna noticed that Kaisa suddenly had fixed her gaze on the horizon, biting her lip in a nervous habit. “But I thought I might test this theory today.”

For a solid moment, Johanna was afraid Kaisa would do something crazy like jumping out of the tower. To her credit, her friend was known for doing unpredictable things. What Kaisa said next, however, was unpredictable in a whole other manner.

“May I kiss you?” She asked. Her rigid posture indicated that it had taken her a lot of strength to get that out, which only made Johanna appreciate it even more, and her stance relaxed when Johanna smiled widely and chuckled with happiness.

Instead of answering her, Johanna just leaned in as the woffs flew overhead. Who knew? Maybe white woffs were good luck for familiars too.

[autumnalfallingleaves]

📓

I've really been hooked on the idea recently of a Hilda/Star Wars crossover/fusion during the Clone Wars where Hilda is a Force-sensitive Mandalorian, Frida's a padawan, and David and Louise are civilians (all living on Coruscant) and they all get up to shenanigans not unlike canon Hilda that somehow eventually lead up to the discovery and ousting of Palpatine. I haven't figured that out yet but that's A Thing That Happens. One thing I've been thinking about a lot as of recent is how Hilda's family works; Phinium and Lydia are still around-- Lydia's a former Jedi who left the order to be with Phinium and is Mando now, and they run a restaurant in Little Keldabe (that happens to be clone-friendly). Johanna is a freelance artist working in the district with her daughter, Hilda, and Astrid is an armorer in the same district. Phin is still a fairy, so Jo and Hilda retain their fairy magic, like in canon (weaker on Hilda's part, but still there). This is especially relevant because it means Phin, Astrid, and Jo don't need jetpacks. Lydia and Hilda still need them, though, even though Hilda can float but not fly.

I've also been thinking about the Jedi part of this; Frida is Tildy's newest padawan and Kaisa is an archivist. I think it'd be really, really funny is Tildy inserts herself as the Coruscant Guard's unofficial Jedi (though I do love me a good "the Guard's trash Jedi Quinlan" fic). The Guards' dynamic with Tildy and Frida would be fun as fuck. I have a funny mental image of Frida and Fox becoming friends and hissing at Tildy when she tries to take their caf away.

I do not have the time or spoons to write this right now but I'd love to at some point because it's funny as hell.

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

[blaithnne]

Let’s not sit here and act like Kaisa isn’t an avid fanfiction reader and writer

[jetcat-14]

Separate Ways (1113 words) by JetCat14

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Hilda (Cartoon), Hilda Series - Luke Pearson & Stephen Davies

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Hilda & Johanna | Hilda's Mum (Hilda), Johanna | Hilda's Mum/Kaisa | The Librarian (Hilda), Johanna | Hilda's Mum & Kaisa | The Librarian (Hilda)

Characters: Johanna | Hilda's Mum (Hilda), Kaisa | The Librarian (Hilda), Hilda (Hilda)

Additional Tags: Kaisa x Johanna, kaisanna, Sketchbook ship, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Young Hilda

Summary:

Years have passed Snice Johanna and Kaisa have seen one another.

Kaisa can't stand any longer not being unable to go One more Valentine's Day without Johanna she Goes to see Johanna and Hilda.

(This is a short one shot i really wanted to do something for Valentines Day for the Two)

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE!!!!!

Wrote a Sketchbook Fic because VALENTINES DAY!!!!

The other Fics are on the way i got back my Writing Abilities.

Song used in this fic

[penny-in-trolberg]

Still My Daughter - complete

Johanna knew that something was off the second she stepped one foot into the flat. Alone at the table sat her daughter, Hilda, whose gaze seemed to pierce Johanna’s very soul.

“Mum” she began, “we need to talk.”

Johanna swallowed nervously, “Hilda, sweetheart, what’s wrong? you know I’m always here to-“ her words cut themselves off as her eyes drifted towards the stack of paper in front of her daughter.

Oh.

Oh.

Johanna didn’t have to look at the papers for long to know exactly what information they had written on them.

“Hilda, please-“ she started, but was soon interrupted by the younger girl.

“Mum, I just want to know why you didn’t tell me.”

Johanna took a seat, “Hilda, I didn’t tell you sooner because I wanted to wait until you got older, then, when you got older,” Johanna explained, “I was planning on telling you soon, but then that giant stepped on our house, and we had to move and, I knew that would be a big change for you. So I wanted to give you a bit of time to adjust to life in Trolberg as to not overwhelm you.” She finished, now looking down at her hands resting on the tabletop.

“I never meant to keep this from you, but it never seemed to be the right time, and I’m sorry for lying and I know that makes me a hypocrite and I’m so, so sorry-“

“Mum.” Hilda cut her rambling mother off.

Johanna looked up and met Hilda’s eyes for the first time this conversation.

“I’m not mad, you had a reason to keep this from me.” She explained, “besides, you doing it once,” Hilda paused to give a soft smile, “doesn’t compare to me doing it dozens of times.”

Johanna nervously looked at her daughter. “You’re... not upset by this?”

“Well, I was at first, but then I thought about it, and I realized it doesn’t really matter.” Hilda stated, “I mean, Twig, Alfur, And Tontu are all family, right?”

Johanna smiled fondly, “yes, I suppose they are.” Johanna then looked down again.

“Still, i should’ve told you sooner, but every time I was going to, something happened, or I couldn’t find the papers anymore or-“ Johanna stopped herself, seemingly confused.

“Wait, I thought I lost these, where on earth did you find them?”

“Tontu found them in the Nowhere Space, it seems our old Nisse thought they were an offering.”

Johanna had to pause and process that information.

“How do you mistake adoption papers for an offering...?” she started, before shaking her head and adding “wait, that doesn’t matter right now, what matters is this.”

Johanna got up from her seat and knelt in front of Hilda, “I know that I may not be your real mum, but you are still my daughter.”

Hilda smiled and hugged her Mum. “You are my real Mum, blood or not, what matters is that I love you.”

Johanna sniffed slightly, before hugging her daughter back. “I love you too, Hilda.”

The two hugged in silence, before the Flats door was abruptly opened.

“I hope you didn’t forget about Movie Night-“

Kaisa stood awkwardly in the doorway, holding bags of what seemed to be take-out.

“...I’m interrupting something aren’t I?”

Hilda and Johanna both looked at each other for a second, before bursting out into laughter.

A meal was shared, (after Kaisa almost passed out from apologizing so much) and a movie was watched.

Tonight, the truth laid bare, but that only strengthened the bond between Mother, and Daughter.

[little-pasta-witch]

Hidey ho, guys gals and non-binary pals! For your pleasure, I present a new fic in the form of Differences.

As usual, reblogs are both appreciated and encouraged!