Falchion28 here with a request from Woomysquidbagger today.
This is a multi chapter fic with M!Morgan and their OC How to Train Your Dragon Amber. In this story, Morgan has a romantic relationship with Amber in his teens. This Morgan is not from the future. The future children are nonexistent here. So basically, it revolves around Morgan and Amber.
Enjoy!
Ylisse was flourishing under Prince Chrom's rule, and the dragon crisis over at Berserker Island was for the most part taken care of. Grima was dead, and the future looked bright.
The sun was just coming up over the horizon when Morgan stirred, the light coming through the window. They'd forgotten to close the curtains the night before in their frenzy, he smiled sheepishly at the thought.
Tiptoeing silently out of bed, Morgan changed into his usual outfit, donning his black and purple cloak. He did his best to make the place look more presentable, picking up the scattered clothing and uprighting the fallen chair.
He was about to leave when Amber rolled over on the bed, and he froze, watching fondly as she sat up, her short black hair all messed up and sticking up in weird places.
"G'morning." Amber mumbled, still half asleep. She beckoned the tactician-in-training over, rubbing her eyes with a lazy hand. "Stay with me?"
Morgan shook his head. "I promised Mother that I would help her with the trade reports."
The dragon rider pouted, crossing her arms, and shooing him away before laying back down, but not without a smirk on her face.
Yeah, life was good.
"If I move my archers here, I can attack your pegasus knights and wipe out most of your army." Pieces clacked on the wooden board almost rhythmically as mother and son exchanged blows on the mock battlefield. The piles of paperwork sat in neat stacks on the desk on the other side of the room, all sorted and read through.
Robin nodded as Morgan slid his right flank up, observing the board before moving her own soldiers and sitting back in her chair.
"But if I move my armored units here, your archers are cut off from the rest of your forces, opening up a hole in your defenses where my calvary can come in... and attack the leader." She tipped over Morgan's biggest piece, claiming her victory.
"Huh!?" Morgan stared incredulously at the board before slumping down in his chair, staring at the wooden horses that denied his win.
"You'll beat me eventually," his mother consoled him. "I was close to losing this round, you know." She carefully set the pieces back up.
Morgan yelled irritatedly, pulling at his short hair. "You always say that, mom. I'm 16 already. I'm all grown up. I'll never beat you."
Robin ruffled his hair. "It'll happen someday, I can feel it. You just lack much hands on experience. I've fought many more battles than you and 3 wars, and have probably been on the run for the part of my life that I can't remember." She smiled somberly. "Too many more than you should ever have to fight."
"Aww, don't worry mom! I'll make sure that Ylisse won't have to fight any wars when I'm the tactician!" Morgan pumped a fist into the air.
Robin laughed.
"That's my son for you."
Berserker Island
"Daryll!" Amber climbed off her Skrill before embracing her brother. She'd decided to visit for the day, and with the Outrealm portals now stable, she could visit more frequently now.
"It is good to see you, sister. How is life in Ylisstol?" Daryll petted the Skrill too, greeting it as well. "How's my little Jolt doing?"
"Ylisstol's been a blast. I've met so many people, and Morgan's been showing me around-"
"Morgan's been treating you well, huh?" Daryll snickered, making kissy noises. "Treating you like a princess, I hope?"
Amber elbowed her brother in the side. "Shut up."
Daryll rolled his eyes. "I'm only stating the obvious. Come on, let's go get a drink at the Flaming Cauldron. On me."
"Can't say no to an invitation from my dear brother, now, can I?"
The Flaming Cauldron was one of the more popular taverns on Berserker Island. The owner, Ragna, was a man with white hair and eyes of red and green, so much so that he looked like a ghost. His past is shrouded in mystery, but he made good talk to his customers. Amber drained the rest of her ale, signaling Ragna to fill her mug again.
"Wait, so he actually used the Falchion, legendary sword, to cut apples?" Her brother howled, banging the counter with his fist. The other customers ignored him, used to his antics.
"Yep. Lucina was pissed as hell when she found out. She convinced Tharja to plant a cockroach in his room after that. Scared the life out of him!"
"Sounds like you have quite the interesting group of friends."
Amber nodded, but suddenly felt nauseous. She took a gulp of her drink to try and wash it down, but that failed to do anything. She squinted, trying to focus her vision, but everything was moving.
"Hey... Daryll? Why are there two of you?" Amber put a hand on the table, trying to steady herself as the world spun.
Her brother opened his mouth to say something, but Amber couldn't hear it. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the dizzy sensation, but to no avail. The dragon rider felt a strong urge to gag, and was only half aware of the dull pain in her shoulder from when she hit the ground.
"Amber?" Morgan stepped out into the training yards. No sign of her. That was weird, considering she was usually back from her trips to Berserker Island by now. No sign of Jolt either.
He checked the bedroom next, followed by the kitchen, and then the library, but the dragon rider was not in any of those places. He'd been about to return to the courtyard when someone approached him. A messenger from the island.
"Lord Darryl needs to see you immediately. Lady Amber's fallen ill."
Morgan's face paled.
"Is she okay? What happened?" He demanded, perhaps more violently than he intended. Amber looked more or less fine today!
"Take me there immediately."
The messenger bowed before leaving through the doors.
Morgan followed after him, head swimming with worry.
Berserker Island was as busy as ever, people coming and going in streams. Dragons walked amongst the crowds, sometimes helping with the carts.
Heather's house was on the east end of the settlement, and Morgan had no trouble finding his way there.
Amber's mother was already waiting for him when he arrived, standing against the doorway. Her eyes lit up when she saw Morgan.
"She's in here." Heather led Morgan to one of the rooms, where Amber lay still on the cot in the corner. Darryl was also there, and Jolt was peering worriedly through the window.
"What happened?" Morgan put a hand to his beloved's forehead, finding it slightly warm.
"We were at the tavern when she collapsed. I'd first assumed that maybe she'd had too much to drink, but she's never passed out like this before."
It was then that Amber stirred, her eyes slowly opening as she regained her senses. Her gaze landed on Morgan first.
"Hey, Mo." She whispered tiredly, reaching out. Morgan took her hand in his and sat down on the bed, combing through her short hair.
"How are you feeling?" He asked with that tender voice that he seemed to have reserved only for her.
"Weird." Her eyes flitted to Heather. "Hey Mom."
"The doctor will be here soon, honey, okay? You'll feel better soon. We were so worried."
Amber didn't respond. She looked away and suddenly hot tears were falling down her face.
"Wha- Amber!?" Morgan was startled by Amber's tears. "Don't cry, love, nothing's wrong!" Morgan pulled her into a hug, confused and worried about her strange demeanor.
Amber sniffed, trying to breathe steady, but failing and instead burying her face in Morgan's shoulder.
Heather walked in with another man who was carrying a bag.
"Thank you for coming in on such short notice."
"It is no problem." He spoke in a strange accent. "How are you doing?" He asked Amber.
"I feel like hell."
"I'm sorry to hear that. We get to the bottom of this." He smiled reassuringly.
"Any nausea, dizziness?" He checked her vitals, listening to her heart and her lungs.
"Yes."
"Strange appetite?"
"She's been eating more recently."
"Mood swings?" He examined her eyes.
"Yes, I'd say. How did you know?" Morgan asked.
The doctor sat back in the chair, calmly folding his hands in his lap.
"I'm going to be direct about this." He looked at Amber.
"Did you sleep with someone?"
The number of emotions that flashed across Amber's face had to number in the double-digits. Embarrassment, guilt, confusion, all mixed together.
"Wh-what? No, I haven't why would you ask such a-"
"Don't lie to me. This is a matter of your health. Did you sleep with someone?"
Amber lowered her head, squeaking out a "yes".
The doctor was furiously scribbling notes on his papers.
"And when was the first time this has happened?"
"Two months, maybe? It's only been twice." She looked away. "The last time was yesterday." She added in a small voice.
He set down his papers and looked at her.
"Amber, listen to me. You are 2 months pregnant."
Everyone heard the thud that was Heather hitting the floor, out cold, but nothing, nothing, could've compared to the dread that was settling in Morgan's heart.
"P-pregnant?"
And there we have it. It's a little short, but there's some fluffiness, and Woomy, sorry if I left you hanging there. I promise, it gets better once we get the ball rolling here.
I've always seen Morgan as someone with a positive attitude but realistic outlook on life. When they're down, they're quick to bounce back, and they bring cheer to everyone's life.
Now for the English class discussion we all hate.
I really had to think about this one! This is my first time working with an OC that is not mine, so I tried to imagine them in my head and imagine their voice, their body movement, and their thoughts. Really tough, if I do say so myself.
You may think that the chess scene is irrelevant in this story, but if you think about it, this fic is essentially about coming of age. The chess game symbolizes how far Morgan has come mentally, but also how much more he needs to go. It's also an excuse for mother-son bonding time :)
There's also one reference in here. Let's see if you can find it (It's pretty easy).