[Talking in Norse]

[Talking regular]

Author's note: Oh my! Talk about a long-awaited Chappie! Once again thank you all for, reviewing, following, and favoring my story. All I have to say is there will be character growth it takes time they're human, I'm human we're all human, well some of us are. So yeah... Any who thank you all so very very much. Lots of love and kisses. Hershey kisses of course! hahaha


There had been a candlelight visual, as the people of Newfoundland waited for their new Queen.

This all started three days prior.


"It's your wedding."

There had been a soft buzzing in the background as Naruto sat across from Jiraiya, while slowly soaking up the impact of those words.

"What..." He said this with a mouth full of food.

"It's your wedding they are preparing for."

"Nay, I never purposed to anyone," his brows knit as he racked his brain if he might have said the wrong words in Norse with some awestruck villager.

It had been three long weeks since Naruto's flogging and any sighting of the young monarch, which was fine by him; However, something had been off about that day. There was a whirlpool of people maneuvering around the large tavern like in some sort of elegant dance. Naruto had watched the dance from his seat in the mess hall.

A burly laugh had slipped from Jiraiya's lips, "No lad you misunderstood."

Why was Jiraiya always so difficult all he needed to do was to get to the point, but the drunkard was being cryptic.

"Could you explain it to me then?"

Jiraiya cleared his throat. He was perspiring profusely, though it could have been from the brew or something else.

"Your union is to the King of Newfoundland." They both exchanged looks.

Naruto's mouth began to twitch before laughter ensued though he winded up choking on his meal afterward. That was silly he wasn't even Scandinavian or female the last time he checked.

"Oy, you had me going for a minute."

"I'm serious."

Naruto paused he was confused, "What... How come?"

"Well, it seems Newfoundland is taking with you. It was by decree of the people that you and the king would marry. How do you not know this? This is, after all, your own union."

"I am just learning Norse I'm not fluent yet. Can the people of Newfoundland really do that?"

"Many clans seem to agree with their choice. You give them hope dear boy."

"Hope? Hope of what?"

"That their gods haven't abandoned them. You weren't here last year lad those were dark days, but let's not dwell on the past it's a celebration."

"When was anyone planning on telling me? When I was at the alter perhaps."

Jiraiya laughed. "Alter? We aren't pansy ass Saxons we celebrate unions differently."

An image of human sacrifice had popped into his head. That would definitely be different he inwardly grinned. The whole idea of marriage did not sit well with him, however.

He would have to seek out Iruka for help.

The ashen-haired Viking had taken a large swig on his brew before leaving.

"Well... I must take a piss now." He patted his swollen belly for emphasis.

He had paused before exiting. "Your union is this upcoming Frigg's day, which is named after our goddess of marriage." He left Naruto to stew over those foreboding words.


"Why did no one tell me that I was engaged!"

Sighing Iruka rolled up his parchment. "Apparently, Jiraiya doesn't know how to keep his big mouth shut."

"So you had no intention of telling me then." Naruto felt a twinge of betrayal.

"Aye, when the union was complete, then we would have told you."

"Oy! Why?"

"Because you would have disapproved."

"You're damn right I would have! Have you all forgotten? He tried to cut my damn head off!"

The brunette had sighed again, moving closer to the youth. He placed both large palms on Naruto's shoulders giving them a light squeeze. Deep in those chocolate brown orbs of his was sincerity.

"It's more complicated now that the people have seen you. Hell, they even interacted with you. They believe you to be a gift from Frøya the Goddess of Love herself. It is true that your resemblance towards our late Queen has helped sway that decision, but now as you slowly come out of your shell and make a voice for yourself. Your traits and behavior mirror her own. Sometimes I feel like she is right there right next to me." He then released the blonde's shoulders.

Naruto started to pace Iruka's room.

He paused at the man's wooden table lifting up a wooden ornament of a raven in his hands before examining it. "What does your King have to say about this so-called union?" Bright sapphire pools flickered up towards Iruka's murky ones. He seemed naturally curious more than anything else.

"He was the first to agree to it, " Iruka lied.

Iruka turned his body towards his room window.

Just then olive-tone digits began to constrict around the raven ornament, as the head of the raven snapped away from its body.

Naruto's eyes quickly glanced up at Iruka's back. He tried piecing the broken ornament back together by smashing each separate piece together repeatedly hoping they would fit. He failed miserably, so instead, he dropped the ornament on the floor scooting it underneath Iruka's desk, and disguising the noise with a loud cough.

"How could you all keep this from me? I thought we were friends." His voice had cracked on the last part. That had genuinely hurt him he actually grew close to Iruka.

"We are friends that is why I didn't tell you." He turned to the youths gracing him with a half smirk.

Naruto's response was him sticking his tongue out at him before exiting his room.


Naruto was nervous he did not know how Vikings celebrated weddings or what to do for that matter. He was planning on announcing to everyone over dinner with the Nordic clans in Norse that this was all a misunderstanding.

He had it all planned out.

There was a thrashing on his door before a brunette with unkempt locks poked his head inside.

"Hey..." Naruto breathed a sigh of relief it was just Kiba.

"I thought you would be nervous, so I wanted to give you an early wedding gift. Open your mouth." Naruto heard some bizarre request in his lifetime but still had been by far the strangest request he had ever heard.

"What."

"It will help with your per-wedding jitters."

Kiba had something that looked like a balled up piece of grass pinched between his digits.

Normally, Naruto would have been more suspicious about taking something he knew nothing about. What harm could it do? He shrugged before plopping the thing in his mouth. The taste was tart and pungent it was almost too hard to swallow the offensive tasting treat.

"What are you doing in here Kiba," there was a soft feminine voice originating from their rear it was Hinata. She was standing underneath the threshold of his room, cradled an off-white tunic with sky-blue trim and a fur cape.

She was there to get his measurements before he went to dine with the village elders of each promising clan.

"I hope it helps." With that Kiba gave him a hard pat on his left shoulder, before exiting.

He felt weird as he put on the tunic. It felt like he was not in control of his body anymore. Defeated Hinata huffed. She tried to pin back the fabric, however, Naruto kept his little game of snickering and shifting away from her gentle probes.

"Are you drunk," she finally spoke.

"Pfft... No," the golden-blonde gave her a crazed look. "I'm just ticklish."

Of course, she didn't believe him. "I'll try my hardest not to tickle you then."

She attempted to pin the white fabric back again only to have the blonde fall over.

He rolled on the ground in a fit of giggles. "Naruto..." Hinata rolled her eyes but could not hold back the smile.

"I-I-I'm sorry-Ah ha!" The door had opened as Iruka poked his head in

"Is everything alright? I can hear him down the hallway."

"I think he's drunk."

"I am not!" Finally, Naruto composed himself enough to where only a chuckle or two would escape every now and then.

"Is something funny then?" This was definitely not what Iruka was expecting.

"I supposed." He replied back in Norse.

Both Scandinavians exchanged looks.

"He's not fit to go see the elders," Iruka whispered.

"I know! What should we tell them?"

"Hello, I'm standing right here! I'm fine. Look. At. Me." That grin alone had both Iruka and Hinata shake their heads disapprovingly.

"You're not going anywhere," the brunette said hotly.

"Going to have to catch me first!" He dashed off past the pair slamming the room door behind him.

Iruka and Hinata quickly scrambled after him they chased him down the hallway startling a few servants. They were too late for Naruto had made it to the dining hall where the elders of each household gathered.


The place was packed so much so that they lost track of the blonde through the throng of bodies each grabbing a seat at the large rectangular table. Sasuke claimed his seat at the head, most of the room was seated which excluded Iruka, Hinata, and a few others.

The room was quiet so much so that one could swear they heard the heartbeat of the other. All heads turned to their king expecting him to speak. The Viking with onyx color tresses rose with his seat head held high.

"I know that honoring our gods and traditions is a huge factor as to why our people strive to do better and to make our ancestors proud. But to believe our gods wants this is absurd at best." Just then the room erupted in shouts and gasp.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed as his lips pursed into a thin line. He held both hands up calming the Nordic tribe. Once the room was quiet as a graveyard Sasuke spoke.

"However, if this is what my people truly want, then who am I to decline." He sighed, before quickly sitting down to sulk, as each elder stood and commenced to shout angry slurs they tried to convince him why they disagree with his statement.

He was frustrated with all of them. They wanted too much of him always constantly making him proving his self, ever since his father left for Valhalla. He had bested his older brother what else did he need to prove?

He placed both elbows on the tabletop entwining his fingers over the bridge of his nose. His eyes were clamped shut, irritation now getting the best of him as they yelled at him and told him how disrespectful he was towards his ancestors and their gods. Just then something unexpected happened.

"He has every right to disagree with you old fools!"

Somehow Naruto had appeared on top of the dining room table both arms spread wide while donned in traditional woman Viking wedding attire.

The room went still as all eyes were focused on him. "I'm not some gift from your gods and I refuse to marry your King. You can't make me!" He was swaying on top of the furniture. Fortunately, the village elders could not perceive his words some were in Norse some were in European.

They began to mumble amongst themselves trying to figure out what the blonde was saying; Could this be some sort of profound declaration of love? Sasuke knew little of what Naruto was saying his words synced together into some crazy language, it fits the blonde's attire he looked a bit touched in the head standing there heaving and swaying like some lush.

Alas, those heavy-lidded sapphires met Sasuke's own that's when Sasuke knew this night would be the death of him. Nonononono! The blonde had marched over towards the Vikings monarch, crouching down low in front of him.

He rested both hands on his knees…

He began to convey his emotions towards the ebony-haired man, which would have sounded heartfelt if it weren't for the sheer fact that his words were slurred and inaudible.

"I could be cold and cynical like you, but it's not in my nature. I care too much! and is that so wrong to want to help? To want to be something more than myself? Ahh!" And then he lost his footing.

The crown of their foreheads collided as their faces mashed together in a very awkward head bump. The impact of their faces had caused Naruto's nose to start spewing crimson as it pooled in his cupid's bow before streaming down his mouth and chin. He was out cold seating in the Viking monarch's lap.

"Now that's how you start off a ceremony," That had been Jiraiya's boisterous tone. He was drunk.

"You see!" One elder cried while slamming his palms against the tabletop. "A match made by heavens."

"Young Love. Look at him. He's donned in his wedding attire, so he must be just as anxious as we are for this union." Another elder bellowed. They followed Jiraiya's lead into hefty applause and cheers.

Soon they would have their Queen.


Shit just got real haha. What's with Kiba drugging folks and all ahahaha? It seems the clans have spoken! I just love weddings, don't you?