Chapter 2
Ymir and Pieck
Warning. Sexual themes.
Ymir woke slowly. Her body ached and she was very, very hungry. She sat, breathing heavily as she did so. "Ow." She groaned as she rubbed her temples.
"What time is it?" She slowly observed her surroundings. Having no windows in the small room made it hard to tell if the day had begun or if it was about to end.
"Okay." She encouraged herself to stand. Though a tad bit wobbly, she focused on her breathing to keep the room from spinning and eventually made it to the door. However, before she could grasp the doorknob, a horrible memory struck her. Phantom pain of flesh and bone being severed from each other pulsated through her arms as the monstrosity ripped her body apart in her memories. A horrific scream came from the back of her skull causing her to become nauseated.
Her vision began to fade as she threw up whatever stomach bile she had left so violently, her side began to cramp. She fell backwards into a sobbing mess.
"Ymir! Are you okay?" It was that woman, Pieck. She knelt beside the shaking brunette and took out a handkerchief. "Hey. Your fine." Her voice was so soft and gentle. It reminded her of a distant memory. She looked at Pieck trying to put a face to the angelic voice that spoke to her in her dreams.
"S-sorry. I'm fine." Ymir muttered. No, it's not her. Her face grew warm when she realized she was staring a little too long. She ran the cloth over her mouth. Pieck gave her a funny look before grabbing her arm and helping her stand.
"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up." Pieck lifted her easily.
"Thank you." Ymir nodded and did her best to help Pieck stand her up. As soon as she was on her feet a loud growl vibrated from within her abdomen. A blush spread through Ymir's dark cheeks.
"How about I get you some food. Think you can try to eat a little more today?" She asked. Ymir just nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. Pieck chuckled softly as she helped Ymir to the bed.
"Thank you." Ymir repeated. Pieck nodded with a tiny smile before leaving to retrieve the starving woman something to eat.
She had been here for about three weeks according to the woman. Although, she could not remember most of it. She had apparently spent most of the time slipping in and out of consciousness. Only until recently did she start dressing and eating on her own.
She cringed as she smelt herself. God, I need a bath.
"Back." Pieck handed her a plate with a sandwich. Ymir smiled, feeling silly for saying "thank you" for a third time. She sighed when she took her first bite. "Slow down." Pieck laughed as Ymir found herself near finished with her sandwich.
"Sorry." Ymir swallowed. "I feel like I haven't had Bratwurse* in a long time." She tried to hide her mouth behind her forearm, embarrassed by the crumbs on her lips and her desperate appetite.
"You know what that is?" Pieck looked almost surprised.
"Um… yes? Doesn't everybody in Marley?" Ymir raised a confused eyebrow. "We are in Marley, right?" A small ping of panic could be felt in the pit of her stomach.
"Y-yes. You are. I'm sorry." Pieck laughed. "I just… well with your memory loss… Ymir, what was the last thing you remember before getting attacked by that Ti- Demon."
Attack? Is that what it was? The pain I remember feeling makes me believe more than an attack happened. Ymir frowned. She had been searching her body for signs that her arms had somehow managed to be reattached or, a horrible scar where giant teeth bared down on her soft flesh. Nothing.
"Marleyan soldier's attacking eine heilige versammlung* at the Kirche von Ymir*." She looked at Pieck's shocked expression hesitantly, unsure of what was to become of her. Some relief was felt when that same shocked expression disappeared almost as fast as it had appeared.
"Reiner was right." Pieck tapped her chin.
"Huh?" Ymir questioned. This woman. Is strange.
"Listen Ymir. I think it is best that we change your name." Pieck leaned back as Ymir suddenly stood.
"No way in hell!" Ymir growled. Anger fierce in her honey-colored eyes. That same dizziness as before hit Ymir as the blood suddenly rushed to her head.
"Woah!" Pieck quickly caught her and placed her onto the bed.
"Sorry. I don't know why I reacted so strongly to the idea. The truth is… I was given that name. This life. I can't remember much before the… the Kult*" Ymir placed her face in her hands. "I'm just so confused. It's like I'm continuing to reach for something really important and as soon as I'm about to remember, it's gone."
"It's fine. We can talk about it after. I'll go get your bath running and make you a few more sandwiches." She patted Ymir's leg softly and took her leave. Ymir brought her knees to her chest. The faucet turned on in the bathing room. Ymir laid on her side, knees still curled. Slowly she let her eyelids flutter shut as she concentrated on the soothing sound of the water.
"Why would you help her? Seems like a pointless thing to do." Ymir asked the tiny blond attending to the drooling red head who Ymir had just carried back to the female barracks.
"Why is it pointless? We are comrades, aren't we?" Krista turned and looked up at the scary brunette with large doe blue eyes.
"Sure. Comrades." Ymir rolled her eyes playing off that the girl's … physique did not catch her attention in more ways than one. "That girl is a wild one. I can tell. She will be fine. You on the other hand. What 's a pretty little things like you joining the militia for?" Ymir inquired.
"I… I want to help people." Krista looked away. "W-what about you?"
"Food and a bed." Ymir shrugged. Krista looked at her shocked.
"o-oh. Did you… lose your family?" Krista asked.
"Never had one." Ymir shrugged. Krista saw a hint of disgust on the taller girl's freckled face.
"Me either." Krista whispered. Her response did not come as a shock to Ymir. I know who you are.
"Krista lenz right?" Ymir wore a bored expression. Her arms were still crossed but her full attention was on the tiny blond.
"Yes. And you are… Ymir? Forgive me, I cannot remember your last name." Krista ruffled the hem of her skirt, not liking the way Ymir looked at her.
"Don't have one." Ymir sighed and pushed herself off the nightstand. "I'm a true born bastard child. Who the fuck knows where I came from?" She laughed. "But that's the name I remember."
"It's a very pretty name. suits you well." Krista smiled.
"Think so?" Ymir's eyes showed a hint of sadness in them. She turned quickly to keep the blond from seeing. "Well, Krista doesn't suit you very well in my opinion."
"Krista, that's her name." Ymir smiled as she opened her eyes upon hearing the faucet turn off. She sat up just as Pieck returned with a towel and a pair of fresh clothes for the brunette.
"All set. I will leave you to it while I make some more food. Then, maybe we can talk a little more kay?" She gave Ymir a tired smile. The woman always looked tired.
"Thanks." The taller woman stood and accepted the clothes and towel. "For helping me that is." She scratched the back of her head and looked down at the small woman. Why did she seem sad?
"Ymir. Just consider what we talked about. Something out there is looking after you." Pieck gave another smile, this time it seemed forced as she made her way out leaving a very confused Ymir.
"Did I … say something wrong?" She mumbled to herself. She shrugged and made her way towards the bathroom. After using the toilet, she placed her clothes and towels on top of the seat. She undressed and threw her dirty clothing into the corner of the small bathroom.
She took a moment to look over herself in the mirror. She looked…. older. Her body was thin but there was no denying the muscles under her arms and abdomen. She ran her hands through her scalp pushing her hair back before setting her hands on the edge of the sink so she could stare at herself in the mirror.
"Come on. Remember. Why can't I remember. Who are you, Krista?" She whispered. It was great that she had a name to the face that tugged at her mind endlessly. Yet the feeling of familiarity was so far away. Her last true memory was that of the raid. Being so scared and confused. Why the person who took her in suddenly threw her at those soldiers like she was nothing but trash on the street. She snorted. That's because you were just trash on the street you naïve idiot.
"But what happened after that." She tore her head away from the mirror to avoid feelings of agitation. She dipped her foot into the tub and let out am audible sigh as the warm water hit her skin. She slowly and carefully descended her body into the bath leaning her head back against the edge. She felt herself drifting again. Her eyelids grew heavy, her body beginning to relax.
"Fader! Fader! Tait caught the Svin*!" A young child called out. The little girl was dressed in furs from head to toe. Her freckled cheeks were flushed from the early morning frost. Her lungs burned as her tiny legs struggled to carry her through the deep snow. Her excitement seemed to keep her distracted from the lack of oxygen in her lungs. The child's father almost dropped the knife he was sharpening as she flopped into his arms.
"Woah Theodora! Careful!" He laughed as he held his eager five-year-old in one arm and a freshly sharpened knife in the other. "How on earth did he manage to hunt anything with you tagging along?"
"Welllll. He kinda went without me." She bit her bottom lip as she put her arms around her father's neck.
"You wouldn't wake up, would you?" He smirked.
"No! But I saw him skinning it! Though, the smell made my tummy hurt." She made a weird face that did not go unnoticed as she remembered the scent of the wild boar's blood. Her father let out a burly laugh. As if on cue, an older boy walked out of the snowy forest with a skinned carcass over one shoulder and a pelt over the other. At fifteen, the boy had begun to develop a large build like his father. Yet, his face remained slim with freckles that matched his baby sister.
"A good hunt I see." The man called out to his son.
"Bropir!" The small brunette wiggled from her father's grasp and ran towards her elder brother.
"Theo. Finally awake I see." The boy chided as he placed his newly acquired game onto the ground.
"You promised you would take me!" Little Theodora pouted with puffed cheeks.
"Forgive me feilan*, you know how long I've been tracking that boar." He knelt to her eye level and ruffled her short hair. "Besides. You look so cute sucking your thumb." He laughed as tiny fists pounded at his chest. He faked a growl and pulled the child into a hug. She squealed as slender fingers poked at her ribs.
"Fader help!" She called laughing. Their father shook his head with a smile.
"Alright Tait. Let her go. We have to get to work if you want to enjoy your spoils." He pushed the boy playfully to the ground as he made his way towards the carcass. Tait's grip loosened enough for little Theo to escape his grasp and pounce on her big brother's back. The two children paused their bantering when A loud band followed by a series of shouting came from the small Eldian settlement below the hill that their small cottage sat upon.
"W-what is that?" Theo asked rolling off her sibling. Tait stood tall and alert.
"Fader?" Tait waited as his father surveyed the town below as smoke rose from the civilian houses.
"Dowse the fire Tait. Theo, get inside and stay there." Their father ordered. The children did as they were told. Tait throwing a bucket of water over their small fire and Theo running as fast as her small legs could carry her towards their home. She paused at the door to look at her father. "Go!" He ushered her in. She nodded and shut the door behind her running towards her bed.
"An attack?" Tait was at his father's side.
"Marleyan soldiers." His father's face was grim.
"Those bastards!" Tait growled. "We have to go help! Oma* and Hilda are down there!" Tait tried to move forward but was stopped by a large hand on his shoulder.
"No. You stay here." He ordered.
"What! No way! That's our family!" He clenched his fists in anger.
"Hold your tongue boy. You have your little sister to protect. Or do you want to watch her die at the hands of those tyrants." The glare was enough to make Tait see reason.
"N-no. I will protect Theo with my life!" Tait promised. His father simply nodded.
"And yours with mine." He grabbed Tait gently from the back of his head and placed his forehead against his oldest child. "Keep your ears sharp."
"But my teeth bared. May the founder Ymir guide you." Tait finished their prayer as they separated.
"Stand tall Fenrir*, May Odin protect you." His father said as he left towards the battle that was beginning to unfold below.
"Pew. Pew. Pew! Quick! Geri! Freki! Rip their throats out!" Little Theo whispered as she moved two tiny wolf figures towards a wooden Elk. "Nice! We will grant Fader a huge feast when he returns!" She yelled proudly. Suddenly the door to their small cabin burst open, Tait frantically bolting the door behind him. He was breathing heavily. Theo stood. Her little wolf's still in hand.
"Shit!" He hissed.
"Bropir?" Her little voice caused Tait to take a deep breath to calm himself before facing the child.
"Theo, we need to leave, okay?" Tait began to gather supplies from around their home, placing them in a small satchel.
"Leave where? Where is Fader?" Theo stood confused and a little scared at her brother's sporadic actions.
"Tait. Where's Fader!?" She spoke a little louder when he did not answer. Before he could though, banging was heard at their door. Both siblings silenced their actions. The banging continued. Theo began to make her way towards the door.
"Theo! Don't!" He whispered holding his hand out to keep her back.
"But, but what if it's Fader?" She felt tears form in her eyes. "Tait. I'm scared."
"OPEN UP! By order of the Marleyan militia you are to come quietly or face penalty of death!" A booming voice called from the other side. Tait peeked from the window to see two soldiers at their door nearly dodging the butt of a gun crashing through their window.
"Dammit!" He cursed grabbing his sister by the hand and running to the far end of the house.
"Quick Theo!" Tait ushered his sister through another window. The tiny brunette was too scared to question what was happening.
"They're going through the back window!" Shouted the soldier struggling to crawl through the already broken window. Theo landed on all fours and let out a terrified scream as a soldier grabbed her roughly by the hair.
"Don't touch her you Marleyan bastard!" Tait was on the older man quickly driving his hunting dagger into his neck. "Run Theo!" He froze as a loud shot rang through the air making little Theo's ears ring.
"T-Tait." She hiccupped at the elder's horrified expression. He coughed, a rivulet of blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth. He looked down at the pool of red beginning to form around his abdomen.
"The-o." He choked as he fell to his side.
"Tait! Tait!" The child ran to her bleeding brother shaking him desperately. "Tait! Get up! Bropir please!" She cried.
"Little shits!" The soldier who shot the weapon hissed. He made a grab for Theo only to be grabbed by Tait.
"Run Theo!" He shoved his dagger into the soldier. The man let out an aggravated scream and pulled the trigger not once but three times. Blood splattered onto the small brunette's face. "Theo. run." Her brother and the soldier fell upon each other. The child stood on shaky legs. Her furs were darkened with her brother's blood, her tanned skin stained with tears and dirt. The crimson splattered he freckled cheeks.
"Run? Where do I run Tait?" She sniffed as she crawled over to her brother's body. "I belong here. With you and Fader. She shook his body violently as tears streamed down her face. "TELL ME WHAT TO DO TAIT!" She screamed into his tunic sobbing. Her ears perked up at voices from down the hill.
"A gun shot!" one voice yelled.
"It came from Albert and Jonathan's station!" Another called back.
"Keep your ears sharp." She mumbled into her sleeve as she wiped her face. She looked at her brother's dagger with determination. "And your teeth bared." She grabbed the dagger and ran away from her home and into the powdered woods ahead of her.
"They're dead!" She heard the soldier's call.
"May the founder Ymir guide me." She whispered breathlessly as she ran faster.
"There! Get the kid!" They ran off towards her.
"May Odin protect me!" She tripped over a stone, covered by snow just as a bullet soared passed her head. The little girl screeched as she fell down the snowy slope. She came to a stop breathing heavily. She sat up on her knees to see she had come shy from falling over the edge of a cliff and down towards the icy river below. She crawled back away from the dangerous drop only to hear the earth crack beneath her.
"There she is!" A soldier shouted as he neared the girl panting and gun drawn.
"Damn Devil. Shoot the little bitch already!" The other called. Before he could pull the trigger. Theo witnessed a raven swoop from the trees, its beak dove straight into the man's eye causing and agonizing scream. He flailed and shot not Theo, but his comrade by accident. Both men fell into the snow, bloodied and broken.
The child was silent as the raven landed near her, beak dripping red. Then, the earth gave away under her sending Theo plummeting into the icy water. She surfaced only to be sucked right back under. She screamed and called out for help. Tried desperately to grab onto rocks and debris but to no avail. Her body became week and cold. She choked and sputtered as water filled her lungs before being swallowed completely under the rushing waters.
Ymir surfaced from the bath water. She wheezed desperately to catch her breath, hands gripping tightly to either side of the tub. A gentle knock at the door was enough to send Ymir's pacing heart into overdrive.
"Shit!" She breathed holding a hand over her heart.
"Ymir? You okay?" It was Pieck.
"I.. I don't know." Ymir replied.
"Can I come in?" The smaller girl asked from behind the door.
"Sure." Ymir turned around hiding her body.
"Hey." Pieck gently closed the door behind her.
"Hey." Ymir muttered.
"Another memory?" She asked setting something against the wall. She tucked her dress underneath her before placing Ymir's new clothes neatley on the floor and sitting on the toilet seat.
"Yes." Ymir turned her head a little noticing the crutch by the wall. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. It's simply hard to stand up on two legs for long. Old injury." She lied. Ymir just nodded turning back around. They sat in silence unsure of what to say to one another. Ymir traced patterns in the water with her finger while Pieck suddenly found her skirt remarkably interesting.
"Pieck. Are you Marleyan or… Eldian?" Ymir glanced at her in question noticing Pieck's hesitation. The brunette shrugged and turned away again. "I guess it doesn't matter does it. For some reason you are helping me. Why is that?" She spoke quietly.
"I guess… You just seem like a selfless person. You remind me of someone I knew." She shrugged as though it was the most obvious answer. Ymir gave her an amused look. Pieck stood, patting the wrinkles from her skirt as she did so. "Well then, it looks like you are alright to finish up. I'll be outside if you need anything." The short woman grabbed her crutch and made her way to the door.
"Pieck, about before. The whole name thing." Ymir voice stopped Pieck from exiting the bathroom. "If you need to… you can call me Theo."
3 weeks earlier.
"Hands in the air cart titan!" Multiple soldiers had their guns drawn, pointing towards the young woman who stood near the decaying body of Porco's titan form. She gave a quick glance towards Reiner and Ymir. They were hidden by the titan's steam. Get going! She mouthed. Reiner nodded lifting the woman quickly into his arms. Ymir hissed in pain.
"Shhh. I'm sorry. Hold on." He backed his way into the shadows. Pieck raised her hands in the air to show that she was not a threat.
"Stand down!" It was the marleyan captain in charge of Reiner and Pieck's Eldian unit.
"Captain Magath!" The soldiers saluted. He ignored them and headed straight for Pieck.
"Is he alright?" He asked. Pieck nodded.
"I believe so." She kept a neutral expression.
"What happened here Pieck. Why are my fellow Marleyan's dead on the floor?" He looked at the series of dead body's littering the ground.
"Porco's titan went on a rampage. Apparently, his predecessor was a little tough going down." She faked a sad expression.
"So, he choked?" He deadpanned.
"It appeared that way yes. Everyone was overcome with their panic. I tried to direct them out, but no one would listen to an Eldian. Could you blame them though?" Pieck lowered her hands to her side.
"Yet in the end he succeeded in swallowing the devil?" He looked towards Porco. Nodding towards his titan marks.
"Yes." Pieck followed his gaze.
"Typical." He turned to the grunts behind him. "Clean up this mess while I handle this disaster with the higher ups." He turned back to Pieck. "Come with me. They are going to want your statement." He turned to leave without waiting for her to answer.
"Yes captain." She followed without hesitation.
Reiner quickly dipped into an alleyway to avoid two patrolling officers. Pieck's father's shop was not far. Ymir was breathing heavily in his arms. Face flush with fever, hair plastered to her face. The heat radiating off her body was making Reiner sweat.
"Ymir, hang in there." He muttered as he continued onward. He cautiously entered the closed bakery through the back using the extra key Pieck had mentioned to him one night after forgetting his little cousin's birthday cake. He made his way up to the cart titan wielder's childhood bedroom. He placed the shivering brunette under the blankets only using the lightest one he could fine as to not to worsen the fever. It was more for modesty if he were to be honest. He quickly began to run rags under cool water and placing them over Ymir's forehead. He repeated this process for the next hour or so before Ymir began to calm and succumb to sleep. Five hours had passed before Pieck finally made her way upstairs.
"Reiner." She gently shook the shoulder of the large blond who had fallen asleep. He awoke with a start. "Sorry. How is she?"
"Alright. I think. Fever broke." He mumbled rubbing his sore neck. "What happened?'
"Told them he choked. Didn't mention he spit up anything though." Pieck dropped down on a nearby chair.
"Porco?" Reiner asked.
"Fine. Woke up not even an hour later." Pieck shrugged. "He has her memories Reiner. He fully inherited the jaw titan."
"How." Reiner looked at Ymir sleeping peacefully. "How is this happening?"
"Don't know. But we can't both be here for too long. Eyes are watching. It will be suspicious. I will stay, you go. We can alternate." She suggested. Reiner nodded.
"Sure but, what are we going to do about her. Shouldn't we have just turned her in?" Reiner did not want to ask that question.
"Is that what you would've wanted?" Pieck asked. "For her to be on an operating table? Dissected or even just plainly killed?"
"I…" Reiner was at a loss for words.
"Reiner. You two were friends. I'm not stupid. I'm not sure if it was more than that or." She was cut off.
"NO! n-no. we were barley close. And no, guys are not her thing. If anything, we simply shared the same air space." He quickly hid an oncoming grin at a memory of catching Ymir outside of the barracks with a certain small blond. Why am I thinking of that now!?
"I'm teasing. I'm aware of her preferences." She smirked. He gave her a confused dumbfounded expression. She laughed. "We had a small conversation while you and Zeke were recovering. She mentioned Historia. I was able to put some things together."
"O-oh." Reiner wondered when that could have been possible, but it was not important right now.
"I respect her." Pieck leaned back into her chair exhausted. "She reminds me a lot of Marcel."
"She… does?" He thought of the Ymir he knew. Stubborn, rude, selfish. No, that was not her though. She gave herself up for the one she loved. To protect her comrades, to protect both him and Betholdt. I'm so sorry Reiner! You were never supposed to inherit the armored titan. I lied to the higher ups to protect Porco! Marcel's voice rang through his head. "I guess she does."
"Go on now. Before it gets dark." Pieck ushered him out. Reiner just nodded deciding enough words were spoken.
"So that's what you look like." Ymir's voice made Pieck jump. She glanced over the fire at the previously unconscious woman. Her face had begun to heal although the damage from Reiner's tantrum was still noticeably clear. The Brunette coughed as she rolled over on her side to face Pieck. "I guess the uglier the titan, the prettier it's wielder." She half laughed/ half wheezed.
"I assume yours was absolutely hideous then." Pieck whispered eliciting a small hum from the semi-conscious woman.
"You know it. Had the prettiest lady all over me too." Her eyes were glazed over, hazy.
"What was her name?" Pieck decided to entertain the semi-conscious woman. Zeke and Reiner were fast asleep. She was bored.
"Historia." Ymir smiled at hearing the name roll off her lips.
"Is she… still around?" Pieck asked.
"Mhm. Reiner promised. If I came…" Ymir had slipped back into consciousness leaving Pieck to ponder the brief conversation.
Present.
"Your majesty." Eren's voice called. Historia turned, taking her gaze away from the star lit sky.
"Eren. Is something the wrong?" She asked. The young man shook his head.
"N-no. I was just wondering if you were alright actually." He shrugged joining Historia at the balcony's edge.
"Oh. Yes. Of course." She faked a smile that did not convince Eren one bit.
"She truly cared about you." Eren crossed his arms over the railing. His blue eyes aimed at the passing citizen's below though is gaze reached somewhere far beyond.
"Eren. Don't." Historia warned. Eren sighed and pushed himself off the railing.
"I know you don't believe it. But she genuinely loved you." He gave her a sincere look. Historia felt tears building. Her chest growing heavy with sudden misplaced anger.
"How the hell would you know!" She was taken back by her sudden outburst. Eren was not fazed.
"You'll see Historia. You truly will beat this world." He turned and left. Left Historia to deal with her freshly opened wounds. Slowly, she slid onto the balcony's floor. Tears fell freely down her porcelain face as she stared blankly at where Eren stood.
"I wanted to beat it together. With her." She sobbed silently. "Ymir. You selfish bitch."
Krista flew through the trees as fast as her ODM gear would allow. Adrenalin pulsed blood through her veins as the young woman dodged and dipped through branches. Faster! I can't get caught! I won't get caught! I can do this! Historia landed on a large branch and swiftly hid behind the leaves. She panted hard trying to catch her breath, sweat soaking through her shirt thanks to the summer sun beating upon the earth.
"Got you." Ymir's upside-down face popped down in front of Krista eliciting a shriek from the younger girl. Krista fell over huffing. Ymir cackled loudly as she landed near her friend.
"Y-ymir!" Krista yelped as the taller brunette scooted towards her. Both girls now resting on their backs on the large tree trunk.
"You are getting faster Krista." Ymir smiled after she finished laughing.
"I still can't get away from you." The blond pouted.
"Oh Krista! You'll never get away from me! Especially when we get married!" She chuckled throwing her arm around the Krista's shoulder.
"Ymir! This is serious! If I don't increase my speed." Krista was silenced with Ymir's lips on hers. It was a quick peck but enough to make Historia's brain pause.
"You'll be fine. Promise." Ymir stood and stretched. "Anyway. It's getting late and I'm sweating my ass off. How about a swim?" Ymir smirked mischievously.
"A … a swim? Ymir it's getting dark we need to get back before curfew." Krista stood as well.
"Suit yourself." Ymir shrugged jumping up the branch and landing confidently on the ground below. She began walking away with her hands in her pockets smirking at the small footsteps running to catch up with her. So predictable.
"Fine! But just a quick dip." Krista was tired, hungry and struggling to keep up With Ymir's long strides. "Ymir! Slow down!" She wined.
"Krista! Grow taller." She wined back jokingly.
"Jerk!" She gave up trying and lagged. The brunette rolled her eyes and bet down. The blond blinked at her confused.
"Hop on Princess or we will miss curfew for sure." Ymir felt a twinge in her abdomen when she felt Krista's chest flush against her back. "Alright. Let's go." She popped up causing Krista to bounce up with her. The smaller girl gave a surprised yelp.
"Thank you." Krista wrapped her arms around Ymir's neck and rested her chin on top of the brunette's soft hair.
"Of course, love." Her voice was gentle and caring. Only when they were alone, did Ymir show her true self. Krista hummed in comfort, closing her eyes and taking in the sent of Ymir. The taller girl smelt almost earthy with a hint of lilac. It was wonderfully intoxicating.
"You smell good Ymir." She mumbled into the crook of the brunette's neck. Ymir suddenly felt all to warm.
"Thanks, I'm pretty sure I stepped in shit while looking for you." She said as she tried to hide her embarrassment at the compliment.
"Jerk." Krista breathed as she planted a soft kiss on Ymir's cheek.
"Careful short stuff. Are you trying to turn me on?" She laughed as Krista pinched her cheek.
"I'm giving you a compliment you idiot!" she laughed. Ymir laughed along as the two girls made their way towards the large lake on the outskirts of the training ground. Ymir let Krista off.
"The sunset is pretty neat this evening." Ymir pointed out. Krista nodded transfixed on the shades of orange and yellow that reflected beautifully on the water. She noticed Ymir detaching her ODM gear, so she did so a well. When she finished, she noticed Ymir removing her shirt.
"Y-ymir! What are you doing!?" She averted her gaze from her friend's freckled chest.
"What? I don't want to walk home in wet clothes. Besides, you've seen me naked before Krista." Ymir rolled her eyes as she unbuttoned her pants.
"T-that was different! It was dark and.. and." Krista's face was a dark shade of red.
"And we fucked." Ymir deadpanned.
"Ymir!" Krista gave her the cutest little angry face. Ymir chuckled letting her hair loose. She walked over to Krista and took her hand, placing it on one of her breasts. Krista broke.
"Krista. You're into me aren't you." She smiled evilly. Krista pulled her hand away.
"Of course, I am you ass!" She pushed Ymir away from her. The brunette laughed as she fell onto her ass but not before grabbing the blond and taking her down as well.
"Then, get undressed." Ymir grinned from underneath the blond.
"Ymir…." Krista glared at her for a moment before leaning in and kissing the girl underneath her rather roughly. Ymir let herself fall, her bare back cooled by the sand beneath her. She pulled Krista flush to her chest and deepened the kiss.
Krista swirled her tongue inside of Ymir's mouth before biting down gently on her lover's bottom lip. Ymir groaned at the feeling of Krista's teeth. They pulled apart. The kiss and heat of summer leaving Ymir flushed and dazed. Her lips were parted, and her bare chest rose with every breaths. She was the most beautiful woman Krista had ever seen. And she was hers.
"Krista?" Ymir huffed. The blond smiled as she dipped her hand under the hem of Ymir's unbuttoned pants. The woman underneath sucked in a sharp breath as she arched her hips forward at the contact of Krista's small fingers. The blond gently teased Ymir's clit with a middle finger, never breaking eye contact with her lover. She added another finger before dipping them inside of a very wet Ymir. The brunette pulled the blond into a kiss as she thrusted her hips against the girl on top of her.
"You are so, so beautiful Ymir." Krista moaned as she curled her fingers inside. Ymir dropped her head back trying hard to contain her ecstasy. Small pants and moans still managed to escape her lips. It did not take long after Krista added a third finger to entertain her sensitive spot while she fingered her that Ymir came. Krista held her hand still to allow the quivering brunette to ride out her high.
"Krista. What the fuck!" Ymir laughed covering her embarrassment with her forearm. "I did not expect that."
"That's what you get for teasing me." Krista removed her hand from Ymir's pants. A slick line of Ymir's orgasm glistening on her fingers. She gave a little smirk before wiping it on Ymir's naked abdomen. Her plan to annoy her freckled lover was hindered as she found herself on her stomach. Ymir did not bother to undress her as her hand was already in Krista's pants rubbing her rather roughly.
"Since when did you get so cocky." Ymir growled in her ear from behind as she thrusted two fingers into Krista's waiting slit.
"Ahhh ah Ymir… E-easy." She wined; lips parted. Ymir quickened her penetration while her free hand grabbed Krista's chest and held her against her own.
"No way." Ymir bit Krista's shoulder. Her hand went from the smaller girl's breast to her throat, gently squeezing as she fingered her roughly from behind taking opportunities to stroke the blonde's clit.
"Mir! Mir!" Krista squeezed her eyes shut letting out a cry of pleasure as she came onto Ymir's long fingers. Ymir removed her fingers and smacked Krista's ass laughing. Krista fell onto her stomach and joined in.
"Ugh you're going to be the death of me!" Ymir grabbed her from behind and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Ew Ymir! Don't get it on my clothes! Wash your hands!" Krista giggled.
"I ought to throw you into the lake you little brat." Ymir smiled as they wrestled in each other's grasp. Soon, they both ended up sided by side tired but happy. Krista eventually sat up and began undressing. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side leaving her chest bare.
"Still wanna go swimming?" All shyness and embarrassment Krista had before was gone. Ymir's smile grew even bigger.
"Thought you didn't want to swim naked." Ymir laughed.
"Well, it is dark now." Krista shrugged.
"Nothing to do with the fact that we just fu-" Ymir was slapped in the face with Krista's pants.
"There you are." Ymir turned around from where she was sitting to find Pieck making her way up the grassy hill outside of the shop.
"I'm here yes." Ymir responded as Pieck sat down next to her.
"I was wondering where you ran off to. Father said you rushed off rather quickly when he closed shop. Everything okay?" She asked. It had been five months since Ymir had lost her memories. During the most recent months, she had begun working for Pieck's father at the small bakery that she had been staying at.
"Yes. Everything is fine. I just suddenly felt a little strange that's all." Ymir shrugged looking back up at the star lit sky.
"Strange how? Another memory?" Pieck had been the closest thing Ymir had to a friend these days. She had glimpses here and there of Reiner. However, that man seemed to not want much to do with her.
"No. Well maybe. I'm not sure. I have a sudden emptiness. Like I've lost someone especially important to me." Ymir brought her knees up to her chest. Pieck regarded her words carefully.
"Ymir. Have you ever been in love?" She asked. Ymir raised an eyebrow at the random question.
"I… don't know? Not that I can remember." She admitted leaning back on one hand so she could face Pieck.
"Hmmm. Me either. However, I can only imagine the feeling of being separated from someone you hold dearly in your heart." Pieck laid back onto the soft grass beneath her and watched the stars above. Ymir frowned but joined her.
"Do you think… I have someone like that? Waiting for me to return to them?" She asked not taking her eyes off the night sky. Pieck smiled remembering the little bit of information she had gathered about Ymir from Porco and Reiner.
"I'm certain of it."
Chapter 2 – Ymir and Pieck.
To be continued
Author's Notes
Thank's for the views everyone.
What do you think of our AOT ending?
Few things Based Ymir's past off a Viking type theme. They spoke in a mixture of old norse and old German
Theodora – I fell in love with this name after haunting on hill house. It means "Gift of god"
Tait was just a name to go along with the story. Tait means – Happy, delight. No real good reason why I chose that. He will most likely not return to this story.
Fader – Father
Bropir – Brother
Svin – Boar
Feilan – little wolf
Fenrir – wolf
Also the names of the little wolf's bb Ymir was playing with. They are the names of Odin's wolves.
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