Author's Notes:

So, I have a question. The thought of it has been on my mind, but would anybody want to read an actual Fjorm x Kiran story? It would start from where Fjorm is rescued in Book II and have an actual storyline, where I could try to actually improve the Heroes story. Lmk!Fjorm and Ike

C support:

Fjorm: *sigh* I'm bored out of my mind. I need something to do…

Ike: Then let's spar.

Fjorm: Oh, Ike! You surprised me.

Ike: I'm sorry. But my request still stands. Would you like to spar?

Fjorm: Sure. But I may not be much of a challenge for you.

Ike: We'll see. Prepare yourself!

Fjorm: I'll give it my all!

Later*

Fjorm: Wow *pant* another draw…

Ike: *pant* You did good, Fjorm.

Fjorm: I don't know. I felt like you were holding back.

Ike: No. Every opponent of mine gets the same treatment. Of course, I wouldn't actually kill you.

Fjorm: Hehe, thanks.

Ike: Don't sell yourself short. You're an excellent fighter.

Fjorm: Better to be humble than boastful.

Ike: Agreed. I await our next training session.

Fjorm: So you do want to train with me again?

Ike: Of course.

B support:

Ike: I yield!

Fjorm: We're two and two. Should we do a tiebreaker?

Ike: No, that's enough. I already lost.

Fjorm: What do you mean?

Ike: As a general, I can't afford one single loss. It'll mean defeat for my entire party.

Fjorm: But this is just training. I also had the weapon advantage against you…

Ike: That's not an excuse. I have to grow stronger to lead my army to victory. I have to grow stronger to defeat...him.

Fjorm: Hm? Defeat who?

Ike: That's not important. I lost, and I have to get stronger.

Fjorm: Use your head, Ike! Would you honestly go headfirst into someone with a lance if you had a sword? Especially when it meant life or death?

Ike: Well... no.

Fjorm: Then you didn't lose. Considering you took two matches yourself, I would take that as a win.

Ike: …

Fjorm: Alfonse tought me how to use a sword. Let's see who wins. Just one match.

Ike: Fine. We can start now.

Fjorm: As you say.

A support:

Fjorm: Ouch, ouch, ouch. It still hurts to sit down.

Ike: Are you still bruised?

Fjorm: Hi, Ike. Yeah, I took quite the beating the other day against you, haha.

Ike: I'm sorry. I was so caught up in proving my strength. Proving that I'm as strong as my father.

Fjorm: It's fine. I had fun. However, I haven't heard much of your father. What is he like?

Ike: My father… He was strong, he was brave, and he was always there for me and Mist.

Fjorm: Was…?

Ike: Yes.

Fjorm: Oh… I'm sorry.

Ike: He raised a young boy and girl without his wife. He could have left us. But he didn't.

Fjorm: And you've grown to be a good man. I admire your care for your troops.

Ike: They're more than my troops. They're my friends. As long as I draw breath, I will fight for my friends. You are one of them.

Fjorm: You are very noble.

Ike: Thank you for showing me how thick-headed I was being. I promise I won't fight against a lance enemy as long as it's not necessary, too.

Fjorm: Hehe, good. We can train again whenever you'd like.

Ike: How about now?

Fjorm: Eh, how about we rest for today and leave parring for tomorrow. I won't be doing anything productive with these bruises.

Ike: Oh, yeah. That may be for the best.