Family
[Fœmli] Noun
life's greatest blessing. a group that dreams, laughs, plays, and loves together. those who you can always count on. always present, not only in the good times. the most precious gift.
...Three giants she births,
Three giants she raises...
The night was almost silent as Dorea Potter sat in the living-room in the Potter Manor. In her arms was her fifteen-month-old granddaughter, Hadrian, who sat with a curious amount of attentiveness as she listened to her grandmother singing.
"~Móðir girndar,
ok ásœki,
Fögr sem nóttin,
í járnviði dvelr,
Þrjá risa ber hon,
þrjá risa ber hon.~"
Dorea's lips curled into a smile as Hadrian's emerald eyes drooped and she rested her small head against the older female's bosom.
"Sleep, my darling girl. All shall be well and fine, as long as you're with us," she whispered softly, running a hand over Hadrian's dark hair that wasn't unlike her own.
And so Hadrian James Potter slept on, unknowing of the life-changing events that would occur only three weeks later. She slept on, knowing that she was loved, knowing that everything would be fine as long as she had her family.
Hello to whoever reads this! So, this is my first story in case you couldn't tell, or at least the first to be published on . As you've probably noticed, this fic is a Vikings/Harry Potter crossover, and it will eventually include sex, violence, gore, and other similar elements, which is the reason this fic's rating is M. Feel free to suggest some recommendations to me.
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Translations:
"Móðir girndar ok ásœki,
Fögr sem nóttin,
í járnviði dvelr,
Þrjá risa ber hon,
þrjá risa ber hon."
"Mother of lust and haunt,
Beautiful as the night,
In ironwood dwells,
Three giants she births,
Three giants she raises."