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it's me and the four people on ao3 who understand my favorite character in the exact same way against the world

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drawing study🤔..

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the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this

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That scene from bound but randivor

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oh no my pornography is turning into an angst-filled character study

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I’m working on a Eivor vs Kassandra arm wrestle one-shot

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eivor and sýnin in ravensthorpe

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Cut the crap

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Do you ever write a sentence and then realize “Nah, that’s too self aware for you” and backspace a bunch of times.

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Lesbian viking save me!!🙏

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little by little (an interlude) || eivor varinsdottir

summary: after this, what comes after what you used to be.

words: 1.4K ish

pairing: eivor x fem!reader

themes: established relationship, breakup to makeup, yearning, pining, all that good stuff, hurt/comfort

divider by @/cafekitsune

It’s funny how no matter how long you’ve been away from home, it can still look and feel and smell like it. 

You were curled up on Eivor’s leather couch, with your feet tucked in beneath her legs. Neither of you were really paying attention to the movie, a cheesy rom-com that reflected your current ….whatever this was between the two of you.

But Eivor liked this, just being able to exist with you. 

You’d ended up in her apartment without any plans. It had been a horribly long week at work dealing with putting out fires, and you were already fraying at the edges.

It didn’t really occur to you that you had called Eivor for comfort, or what it would mean when she invited you over to her apartment. 

The two of you had made great efforts to start over over the last few months, but still, there was a formal awkwardness neither of you could shake. 

Being like this with her reminds you of all the times Eivor has been your source of comfort. She knew when to leave you alone, when to comfort your physical pain, or simply needing her to be there without saying or doing anything at all. 

The takeaway that was ordered was consumed long ago, with your phone nestled in between crumpled napkins and stale fortune cookies that talked about life beginning anew. 

Despite you being here with her, Eivor couldn’t help but still feel like she was drowning in that melancholy. The sadness stewed in her heart and made her stomach sink when she remembered how often she’d find you like this, on the couch waiting up for her when she kept coming home from work later, and later, and even later. 

There were a lot of sleepless nights. Mornings were dull without you waking her up with kisses on her shoulder, or you curling up to her for warmth and asking her for a few more minutes of sleep before she really had to go.

“I missed this. I…missed you.” She mumbles, hesitant breath escaping before her confession, as her calloused fingers massaging your legs to release some of the pain. 

You didn’t even have the energy to argue against her, to remind her why the breakup had happened in the first place and why she didn’t have to miss you.

From you, there was only a hum followed by a long, pensive pause. 

“You didn’t take any of my stuff down.” You can already feel the tears pricking at your eyes, partly because of the fact that you missed her so hard and so much your heart felt like it could burst. 

“Just never got around to it. Wasn’t really home much.”

Eivor couldn’t look at you, but the strain in her voice and the way she sniffled told you everything. 

“I missed you, too.” 

Eivor looks at you when she hears that, almost in disbelief. She felt anxious, her heart rushing with hope. 

“Can we go to bed?” You asked, almost embarrassed that you had entertained the idea of missing her at all. 

You slowly peel yourself from the couch, dragging your feet to the bedroom you two used to share. You hear the noise of her turning off the tv and the lights, and by the time she gets to you you’re already pulled one of her threadbare shirts over your body, your clothes politely crumpled into a pile somewhere. 

You noticed how she hadn’t gotten rid of the signs of you having lived here either. Knowing that Eivor was simmering in all of that on her own, it made you want to cry. 

“C-can you get my socks? The fluffy ones?” You asked her with a wobbly smile, sitting on the bed. 

“Sure, I know the ones.”

For a moment, Eivor drops all pretense of propriety, and helps you put them on. She didn’t want to pay mind to how her hands trembled being able to feel your skin again, how tempted she felt to place a kiss here and there to make you laugh like she used to. 

You sigh in relief when your feet feel warm (and her hands are on your skin, of course). Eivor helps you get into bed, excusing herself for a moment to change.

Normally, she wouldn’t wear anything to bed, but the two of you were still working out whatever this…was, and she didn’t think she’d be able to cross that boundary just yet. 

Even as you practically hid under the sheets that still smelled like you and her, you didn’t mind all that much as you caught a glimpse of her muscular back as she changed into an old band tee and sweats. 

“Come to bed?” Your voice is watery, and she can tell that everything that’s happening is a lot for you. Eivor feels her heart melt when you pull back the covers, seeing you so vulnerable and feeling small. 

“Yeah, alright.” Eivor crawls into bed, lying down on her side to face you. It’s the first time in a long while she gets to just admire you without any interruptions, to take in all the details of a face she’d only seen in her dreams after you’d gone.  

A small giggle escapes your lips in a whisper as you notice the blue of her eyes scan your face, and it makes her smile a little too. 

“What?” Your question is a whisper, and the delicacy of it makes Eivor chuckle. 

“You look different, but the same.” 

“How so?” 

Eivor tentatively reaches out, wondering if out of all the boundaries that were lept across today, this one would be okay with you too. But you make no visible signs of disagreeing, so her calloused, tattooed fingers gently brush the side of your face. 

“Like the way you used to when you first moved in.” She continues, “You were so happy.” 

“And I am, right now, with you.” 

There’s a inkling of hope that blooms in Eivor’s heart, and in threatens to break out into a smile on her face. But still, she’s so scared of fucking up whatever this is that she doesn’t want you to disappear. 

She couldn’t bear with it if you left her all over again, even if it was her fault. 

You notice the hesitant smile on Eivor’s face. Your hand reaches out to cup it softly, humming happily as she leaned into your touch. Scooting close to each other, legs and arms happily tangle with each other like pieces of the puzzle that were always meant to fit even after a long time of being lost, hidden from each other. 

Eivor hums as she feels your fingers that were holding her face, trace over the scar on her cheek and drift into her golden hair. She could practically purr at the feeling of your nails gently scratching her scalp, especially over the shaved parts. 

You’re not opposed to it when Eivor scoops you entirely into her strong arms, tucking her face into your neck and breathing you in. Her relief was palpable, especially when you melted into her embrace as her hands pushed up the back of your shirt to feel your skin on hers. 

She just wanted to make sure you were real, and the embrace feels like the most soothing balm on all the months worth of heartbreak between you two that were like a soggy spot in the mattress. 

“Eivor?” 

The way she was embracing you had you lying down a little higher than her, effectively making you the big spoon. Her face was tucked somewhere in between your neck and your décolleté, breathing in the scent of you to calm her nerves.

Being this way let you hug her to you closer, an arm around her while the other lying on her like a soothing weight as your fingers rubbed soft circles into her scalp.

“I...loved you.” You whisper into her hair as you kiss it, “I still do - love you so much.” 

Eivor hugs you tighter to her, and you can hear the way the tears that are threatening to fall with the way she breathes. 

“I love you too,” Her voice is but a sigh, but you hear it all the same, “Du er mitt alt.”

There was definitely a conversation that was best saved for the morning.

But for now? For now, you’d let each other indulge in the unspoken truth that the two of you had each other back. 

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this game should really be called “assassin’s creed: i saw a woman so beautiful i started crying”

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Raven Clan Shield

bronze and silver, with moissanite eyes (hard to see from this photo, but they are sparkly)

little emerald cabochon on the back for funsies.

reference:

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and then i beat his ass in a medieval rap battle 💪🏼

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Im claiming #1 fan just for the FYI anyone else can fight me for that position! ❤️

🩷🩷🩷 i love you sm

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she had no business looking this gorgeous while deposing a king