** Disclaimer - I am not affiliated, nor do I have any ownership rights to Assassin's creed, AC Universe or characters, or Ubisoft.**
Main story slightly modified to suit - may contain spoilers.
Story Rated M for Smut, Adult scenes, Adult content and sexual scenes.
Stepping off the boat, the crisp, fresh air hit her nostrils with a warm welcome home. The scents of fresh bread from the bakery mixed with the earthy sawdust from the nearby mill brought her back to her roots. Smudging sage smoked around them, wafting through the air, smelt like home.
As Vili stepped foot off the boat, he looked around at the settlement of Ravensthorpe. It was a new settlement, and far smaller than that of Snotinghamscire. While his own town, it was his father's legacy that made it so. But there were no English or Saxon elements here, this was a Norse settlement. While smaller than most, it reminded him of Norway, It reminded him of old beginnings.
As Eivor stood to depart the boat, Vili stoutly held his hand out to help steady her as she stepped off. Any other day she would have swatted it away from insult, but being nearly nine months pregnant, she welcomed the steady hand to guide her. Her belly still hidden well beneath her armour, she walked tall back to the longhouse.
As she continued up the worn path back to the longhouse, the settlement seeing their Jarlskuna arrive back into town, became overjoyed and the masses gathered to welcome her.
"Eivor's back!" they called.
"Our Jarlskuna has returned!" others chimed. It became a large turn out, an event sorely longed for in town.
Proudly walking by her side, Vili was amazed at the welcome she received and the pride she inspired in them. Eivor was the leader he had never wanted to be but hoped to one day amount to.
Upon reaching the longhouse, outside stood two familiar faces beaming back at her, Randvi and her beloved brother, Sigurd.
"Welcome back Eivor." Randvi elated by her side, her smile ear to ear.
"I take it you won?" Sigurd's familiar gravelly voice asked. His arm and a half held out in start of an embrace.
"Randvi," she nodded in her direction, "Brother." Eivor replied stoutly, pulling him into a hearty embrace in return. "Of a sort, there is much to discuss, but I will save it for a meeting later."
"Well done, it is good to see you back in mostly one piece... You look terrible," Sigurd gestured to Eivor's now healing skin upon her cheeks and nose. Almost healed after a few weeks of riding and rowing home, Eivor's face had clearly seen better days.
Her eyes widening at the thought, before she had time to reply, Vili shot out, "If you think this is bad now, you should have seen her take it. Almost a dozen punches to the face with a full armoured fist. She's lucky she still has a face at all." Vili steely added, half in jest, half with smugness as he winked at her.
Nodding, a half-hearted shrug in reply, she took no mind of Randvi's or Sigurd's worried faces. "It's nothing." Eivor said.
Shaking his head disapprovingly, and mildly impressed at the feat if it were true, Sigurd turned his attention to Vili. "Welcome to Ravensthorpe Vili." Sigurd spoke, "It is good to see you again, it has been some time."
"It has old friend, it is good to be here." Changing the gesture due to his lack of limb, Vili took Sigurd's left forearm in a rough arm shake. The two grinning madly, it had been a long time since the two had a decent conversation. Vili was there when Sigurd was freed, but with all the commotion, it was hardly the place for a heart to heart. In fact, Vili wondered if Sigurd even remembered that day well at all. He was far more out sorts than he had ever known his to be.
Sigurd's watchful eye catching Eivor's, with a raised eyebrow and a subtle, discreet nod toward Vili, Eivor knew exactly what he was inaudibly asking.
Wanting to know if Vili was her child's father, attempting not to laugh, Eivor simply nodded warmly in reply. At the nod, Sigurd's face lit up with a wide grin which he quickly put away when he saw Randvi catch his attention.
With her eye forming a quizzical look at the hidden messages, "Come Eivor," Randvi spoke, "let me show you what Sigurd has had made for you." The formidable woman spoke.
"Made for me?" Eivor coyly laughed.
"Yes. Though, I'm not quite sure what to make of it." Grabbing Eivor's arm Randvi pulled her into the longhouse. And there in the mouth of the longhouse where the open of her room used to be, was now an intricately carved wooden lattice wall, two walls in fact. Overlapping, the walls created a barrier from the hall itself, no longer would her room or bed look straight out into the longhouse halls.
"What is this?" Eivor's deep voice chimed, surprised by the gesture.
"Now you have your own privacy," Sigurd spoke, attempting not to let on, "….a Jarlskuna cannot continue to dwell as you did... you must have your own space." His fiery head nodding, seemingly enough said for Randvi not to question the matter.
Understanding his subtle meaning, "Thank you brother, this is very thoughtful." Eivor replied.
"Take a moment to clean and change and when you're done, we can meet over the map." Sigurd spoke. "You can regale us with your stories."
"Thank you, brother, I shall." Talking a moment she ran her hand over the intricate carvings. Wolves, and Ravens amongst the many figures etched into it. "Why wolves…." She said under her breath, remembering her clear lack of fondness for the beasts since her run in as a child, she knew this must be Sigurd's idea of a joke. Chuckling softly to herself, as she walked into her room, with Vili in tow, placing her bag on the bench by the foot of the bed a familiar face entered behind her.
"Welcome home Jarlskuna." the recognisable voice of Valka, their Sharman, spoke to her. "If it's alright, now you're home I'd like to check on the wound, see how it is healing."
"Now Valka?" Eivor asked. "I've been home merely moments."
"Yes, there is no time to waste." She eerily replied. Nodding at her words, getting the gist of the meaning, Eivor simply accepted them and allowed her. "The gods make these decisions, not I friend."
With no concern for the well healed wound, it was clear Valka was far more interested in the Bairn. As soon as her assessment was done, both Eivor and Vili walked out to find the familiar faces of the settlement's watchful keepers by the map table.
Busily looking over the settlement's new allies, they welcomed Eivor and Vili openly to join them on their approach.
Sigurd having seen Valka's keen eye on Eivor earlier seemed to have lost all interest in the war map. "Well?" He asked, eager to hear if there were any news.
"Well, it seems…. we may need to start feasting soon." As Eivor spoke, Sigurd's eyes lit up at the news.
"A feast?" Randvi asked, clearly clueless on the matter. "How big a feast?"
"As big as demands." Vili laughed as he chimed in.
"No, no," Sigurd cut in, "not a feast, a festival!" he called loudly, "The whole town should celebrate. Vili perhaps some of your people can make their way down as well."
"A fine idea, I know Trygve would relish the news." Vili stoutly laughed.
"Wait," Randvi asked, her face written with confusion. "What news? …What is this?" she asked.
Smirking at the situation, Eivor let on, "Randvi, a new life must be welcomed into this world with a large feast." she failed to elaborate further, her answer only creating more questions.
"Wait... I don't understand..." her face frazzled with confusion, "Who is with child?" Randvi's auburn brows knitted together further.
Sigurd laughed heartily, knowing the situation, he couldn't help but smile. "Tell her please, I want to see her face as she hears the news." he smirked.
"What is happening?" Randvi asked curiously.
Smirking wide, Eivor hesitated as she built suspense, and laughing smugly, she finally let on, "I am, Randvi."
Unable to fathom the information she sceptically looked back at Eivor. "Wait... What?!" Randvi asked as she realised the words her Jarlskuna said. Looking at her stomach shielded by armour seeing no bulge she crinkled her eyes.
Vili laughing at the reaction, it was clear he was not the only one having been kept in the dark. "Eivor is with child Randvi, it is nearing time for the child to come forth into this world."
"Wait..." she calculated, "That's nine moons, you do not look... Wait ... I don't understand." her face a look of sheer confusion and panic.
The three of them laughing at her reaction, Sigurd most of all. "I assure you, she is, go to her when she has stripped down from her armour, you will see."
"Come by later perhaps, I'll show you." Eivor winked back.
Randvi completely taken aback. "God's Eivor, you kept that close to your chest! But Freyja's blessings, congratulations! I had no idea!" Randvi called back and embraced Eivor in a simple hug.
"It was not exactly planned..." Eivor trailed off and as she spoke Vili looked longingly on at her. Randvi soon got the gist.
"Did you know this?" she asked Sigurd, a vexed look on her brow.
"I did my love. Although I myself only found out recently, by accident too no less." Sigurd replied.
"Why did you not tell me?!" Randvi slapped his arm with a loud crack.
Ducking from the strike, he collected her hand with his, to ease her worries, "It was not my secret to tell." Sigurd replied reassuringly. With his soft words she started to settle.
Laughing in kind, Eivor spoke, "Enough of all this, let us continue with the meeting at hand."
"Not a chance Eivor," Randvi cut her off, "the meeting can wait, I must start preparing this festival at once." At her words she began to fuss about.
Scoffing at the words, "Please, it doesn't need to be a festival." she trailed off.
"Of course it does! How often does our Jarlskuna have a child? I must start spreading the word, the people will be overjoyed!" Randvi began to flutter about in a flurry, attempting to prepare, collecting parchment and a quill.
Shaking her head at the ecstatic Randvi beginning to hastily make her way to spread the word. Eivor seemed to spend that afternoon overwhelmed by members of the settlement coming forward to wish her a hearty congratulations.
The sun having set long ago the settlers headed back to their homes, Eivor sat heavily at one of the halls tables with a slump to join Randvi and Sigurd. Breathing out with a heavy sigh, it seemed Eivor had been kept busy by all the well wishes she received. With raised brows, she let out a lengthy exhale.
"You look exhausted." Sigurd said.
"Aye, many a castle I have stormed, many a raid I have revelled. But they were nothing in comparison to the mighty Raven Clan with prosperous news in hand." Eivor and Sigurd laughed stoutly at the clan's determination.
Randvi asked, her gentle porcelain skinned face full of curiosity once more, "So Eivor, I must ask, what will become of the Bairn? Where will it live? The child of two Jarls at different ends of England... It's not an easy one to make, I am sure."
Stumped by the question, Eivor went to answer and held fast, unable to manifest the words, it was not something they had spoken about before.
Sliding a plate of food onto the table in front of her, Vili chimed in as he sat beside the famous warrior maiden, his own plate in hand. "What do you mean?" Vili called to Randvi. "The child is a Raven, it will be raised here among its own kind."
"But what if it's a boy? An heir?" Randvi asked, her interest piqued by the revelation.
"What does that matter?" He skewed his sun-tanned face. "I would not attempt to separate two Ravens. Sacrilege. There would be war and blood in the streets." he laughed heartily.
"And what of you then?" Randvi asked.
"What of me?" Vili asked, Looking back at Eivor as he spoke, "I can visit in the colder months. Mercia I am told has temperate weather, what better an excuse to leave Trygve to manage the town in my stead than this." he smugly smiled.
Eivor looking over at Vili, seated comfortably by her side, they had not spoken of this, but by her one-sided smirk and slight nod, it would appear she was content with the answer.
Picking at the food on the plate in front of her, it was not long until Randvi placed her head on Sigurd's shoulder as they spoke. A kind gesture not seen in some time. With a yawn from Randvi, Sigurd collected her waist and bid himself farewell. "It would seem it's time to retire for the night. Welcome back Eivor, my Jarlskuna, he nodded, and many blessings to both of you." With a hearty nod, both he and Randvi departed to their bed chamber.
As they left, with a breath Eivor turned on her bench seat to face Vili, sat by her side. Not a word between them, but he looked back at her, resting his gaze upon her ice blue eyes.
"I think I may turn in as well, it has been a long day." Turning herself, she stood from the bench seat and Vili didn't wait to be invited, he was staying with her. Walking into the now private quarters, Eivor started to strip her armour down and Vili automatically started to help her, unbuckling some of the clasps.
"You don't have to do that, I can manage." Eivor shot back.
"I know, you're a fearsome maiden who doesn't need me to help, but I shall anyway." Vili spoke, ignoring her independent stance.
Smirking back at him, she continued to strip down. As she readied herself for bed, letting out her matted hair plaits, Vili stripped his own armour off and slid underneath the covers. Shirtless, his tattoos proudly showing upon his muscular form, he held open the furs and covers for Eivor as she approached the bed.
Gliding underneath the covers, laying upon her side, she placed herself back into his warm frame, as he cradled her. Trailing the tip of his nose up her neck, he pressed his forehead against her head in return, breathing out at the moment.
Not used to the affection so freely given, Eivor simply lay there, her hand over his. Their hearts loudly beating through the air, she could feel their pulses thumping.
His northern accent cut through the silence, "Have you had a chance to think on what I ask?"
Knowing exactly what he meant, she replied, "I have."
"And?"
"I am torn." she replied.
"Explain." he asked.
"One part of me wants to accept your offer, no questions asked. But the warrior part of me does not take emotion lightly. I am not one to tie myself down. I am not one to set myself up for knowing agony." she answered.
His eyes widening at her description. "Agony? Eivor... Eventually we will both join Odin amongst his hall, would you not want to live a full life before that? Struggles true, but also great joy." Vili spoke more profoundly than he had done in some time, he had clearly thought over this in the last few weeks.
"I don't know Vili." Eivor spoke, her back to him still.
Letting out a hearty sigh, he continued, "Don't know? Eivor, since we were children, I thought I would spend my days by your side, grow old with you." he trailed his hand through her hair, "All that changed when my father sailed us away to England. When I heard the news the first time, I was heavy hearted, outraged." Stroking her shoulder with his roughed, battle worn hand, he continued, "When I saw you again nine months ago, I may not have showed it, but I was overjoyed."
"I was not aware." she replied, clearly news to her.
"This is destiny Eivor. Are you not a stout believer in destiny?" he asked.
Nodding slowly. "I am." Eivor replied.
"Then why the struggle to simply accept what fate has given us." he said far more animated than she had come to expect of him.
"It is not fair to you, Vili" she answered.
"Fair?" he didn't understand.
"You deserve a better woman," she said.
Scoffing loudly at the words, "Eivor, you are the mightiest woman I know, there is no better!" he answered.
"You deserve one who is wifely, who is there to fill your bed every night, not just some nights when you visit." she shook her head at the very thought.
"Yes, but when I do visit, you will be there by my side." With his words, her face still a look of uncertainty. "Even if you still have the odd dalliance, if that worries you, when I am here, I will be yours entirely."
"That does not worry me." she scowled.
"Then what Eivor? Being a Jarlskuna does not mean you have to rule alone and be lonely. Let me in." Vili sighed.
Sighing back at his words, Eivor stopped, unsure what to say in reply as his words started to make a lot of sense. A lot more than she had been able to make herself of late.
"If you don't want me, fine, I will not ask again. But Eivor, you and I were meant to be together." Vili's voice spoke with such determination, such Joy, she had not known this side of him.
Rolling over to face him, looking into his longing brown eyes, Eivor sighed again. Rolling her eyes, taking a deep breath, and exhaling, she finally replied. "…..Very well." she answered.
Shooting her eyes open at the world's, he hesitated to answer. "…..Do you mean it?" Shocked by her answer, he had to ask to ensure it was true.
"Yes..." she begrudgingly answered, "I mean it..." Averting her eyes, she trailed off, partly in embarrassment.
"So…. you will marry me?" he shot out, a large smile in tow.
Shooting a stern look back, "Let's not get carried away... One step at a time Vili….." she breathed out and reluctantly continued. "I will be your woman, Let's start with that."
Laughing hard. "Oh Eivor… my chest bursts to hear you say such things…." His wide smile back, pulling his tattooed arms up he went to pull her into an embrace.
"Shut up, Vili." she said and pulled his face into hers, collecting his coarse lips. His breath that of their local ale as his tongue danced with hers. Her heart starting to beat louder. Her pulse quickening, she moved from under the covers and sat atop his sturdy frame.
Leaning down, her muscularly barely bulging stomach pressing on his, she bent down and continued to kiss him fervently. As he received the kiss, their tongues meeting once more, Vili reached his calloused hand around her waist and collecting the knots of her grey, bandaged top he began to untie them. Pulling at the fabric as it fell down around her, he loosened it and pulled it swiftly away. Eivor's chest exposed, her breasts had clearly grown in size since their last meeting. Preparing to give life's nectar to the child, they were larger than usual. Vili's face turning to a wicked excitement as he looked upon her. Her tattoos displayed in full, her nipple piercing bar proudly showing, he revelled at the chance to have her in his hardening lap like this.
Collecting her thigh, and waist, holding himself up, he flipped her, back down onto the bed. Kissing her ardently, trailing his hand over her breast, he collected the warm skin of a swollen breast. Trailing his mouth down, kissing her neck, peppering his lips down her front, he met with a breast. Tracing his tongue around one nipple, his tongue flicking at the bar, he pressed his thumb down on her other nipple causing her to let out a slight moan of pleasure.
Continuing to move down further, Vili trailed kisses and the slightest grazing of his tongue on her sensitive skin of her abdomen, over where the bairn lay. Pulling at her undergarments, he soon had her naked in front of him and taking a moment, looked upon her in all her glory; His most prized trophy. Trailing his tongue back down from her belly button, he continued until he met with her core. Collecting her legs, he splayed them slightly to allow himself access to her sensitive parts and pulled one leg up over his shoulder. Gently trailing his tongue along her sensitive folds, she breathed out at the feeling of his breath upon her.
Watching her face display the gentle signs of pleasure he created, he applied more and more pressure. Pushing down on her, trailing his tongue across her core, she jolted as he hit her bud of nerves. Flicking softly over it, he quickly licked back and forth, her thigh muscles tightening at the feeling. Trailing his mouth back down, unfurling his tongue he pressed it down into her core, as far as he could manage.
Her head rolling back at the feeling, her eyes pursed close at his touch, she was clearly enjoying this. As Vili began to pulsate his tongue back and forth within her, Eivor let out a deep rolling sound of pleasure. Collecting the covers with one hand, she trailed her hand through his short wispy strands of hair with the other. Gripping them tightly, she pulled him into her, and he smugly smirked at the pleasure he eagerly provided, the look of enjoyment and desire across her face at his touch.
Pulling his tongue back, gliding it to her bud of nerves once again, he moved his hand from her side and gently trailing back to her sensitive area slid in a few fingers. With a gentle pressure, Vili slowly glided them back and forward, pressing on her inside.
Eivor's brows creasing further at the feeling, she bit her lip at the feeling. Beginning to quicken, he pulled his mouth back and began to hastily move his fingers back and forth faster.
As she mewed out in pleasure, Vili rolled her to her side and lay gently behind her, pressing his muscular self against her. Unbuckling his pants, taking out his hardened sizable member, he moved forward and pressing himself closer, slid himself into her.
Being already so full from the Bairn, her walls buckled at the size of him enveloping her. Slowly starting to move back and forth, he used his thumb to circle her nerves adding to the feeling of euphoria.
As he continued, thrusting slowly, Vili grew harder and larger within her. Sliding himself back and forth, Eivor panted loudly at the feeling, verbalising a hearty sound echoing through the longhouse with every thrust.
Pulling her head towards him, she leant her neck back and took his mouth with hers. Unable to stop Eivor panted her breathy exerts into him.
The sounds of her pleasure starting to turn him, Vili began to pant loudly himself with every thrust he passionately lay into her.
Not wanting to spend too much time in heated moment, for fear it could harm or stress the Bairn, Vili pulled himself from her walls. With two fingers to his mouth, collecting a bead of saliva he rubbed over her other opening. Two fingers trailing around her ass, soaking the area, he collected his member and lining it up, pressed in hard.
Eivor cried out in painful pleasure, as he thrust deeply into her ass. Rolling her head back into his shoulder, she pressed back into him as he continued to pound hard against her.
Trailing his hand up between her legs once more, he thrust several fingers into her core and applied pressure on the wall between where his member and fingers met inside her.
Painting loudly at his touch and skilled fingers, Eivor's thighs began to shake and Vili noticing her pleasure began to quicken his pace. His other hand trailing up around her, Vili collected her throat and gently squeezed down on it, coking her softly, he knew this was something that got her off.
Letting a sound of pleasure escape, Eivor started to shake ardently as wild sounds of euphoria rattled through her. Vili continuing to thrust deeper and faster finally pushed her to her limit and with a panted fury she broke completely. Her lungs let out a mighty sound of pleasure that roared through the air, Vili unable to hold himself back, cried out a fearsome battle cry in turn and finished himself, spilling his hot creamy liquid deep within her.
Their pleasure beginning to wind down, Vili slowed himself to a stop and gently removed himself from her. Kissing her neck, Vili trailed his rough, sun-tanned hand down over her stomach, holding it gently in a soft lovers embrace.
Both of them panting and coming down from their highs, Eivor breathily let out in jest, "With a tongue like that, I'm surprised we can ever shut you up."
Vili laughed heartily at her crude comment. "Trust me, you have certainly shut me tonight." Pulling her chin back towards him, he took her mouth with his, and with a sweaty brow meeting with her soft face, blood quickening under the surface, he kissed her furiously. Resting his forehead on the back of her own head, having clearly shown her some of his many talents tonight, he positioned himself to sleep. Holding Eivor gently in his sturdy and broad tattooed arms, it did not take long for sleep to find them.
To be continued...