The Love Bite

Meddling Mormor

TW: OF MISCARRIAGE, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, BRIEF MENTION OF PAST SEXUAL ASSAULT.

"But Mormor, please consider it!" Frida begged, near tears now.
"Anni-Frid, I don't know why you are being so awfully stubborn. I'm happy here and I thought you were too." The older vampire spoke, narrowing her eyes at her granddaughter.
"I am, but there are things that I need to do for myself and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Hurt from what?" Agny asked silkily, though a sharpness could be heard underneath the glamour.
"Nothing." Frida squeaked. Agny was the only woman who could scare her.
"Anni-Frid."
"Artine." Frida instantly knew she messed up the moment she uttered her grandmother's first name.

"I'd advise you don't say that again. I assure you, you will regret it." The old woman clearly stated, grabbing her wrist and digging her nails in.

"Yes Mormor." Frida snatched her body out of the old woman's grasp.
"What's going on, Anni-Frid? Has someone hurt you? Was it Ragnar again?" Her eyes flashed red.

"No, Ragnar's left me alone since his children were born, you know that already." She sounded almost sad.
"Why are you disappointed? That man took advantage of you. And, he cheated on you to boot." Artine softened, stroking Frida's cheek.
"I'm not sad about him... it's just you know... we were together for so long and the moment he goes into the arms of another woman he gets her pregnant. It just isn't fair." She tried to suppress all emotion.

"It's about the-"
"4. I've had 4. What the hell is wrong with me?!"
"Darling, you know the blood your mother gave you as a baby affected your fertility. At least you're not dead like poor Synni. A baby will come along at the right time with the right person." Agny failed to console her.

"70 years and nothing! Why would that change if I meet another person?" She glared.
"Fate, my love."
"Not this again. Fate doesn't exist, Mormor. If it did Mamma wouldn't be dead." Frida spat on the ground.
"If fate didn't exist you wouldn't either." The old woman pointed out.
"Huh?"

"When I met your grandfather, I had just gotten my divorce papers signed. I know you're divorced, but it was different back then. Abnormal.

My brother told me to leave, that I was a disgrace to the family. So, I did. It was a terrible night, deadly. I was just about to be pulled into a river by the rain when a young man saved me. I was so cold that even I couldn't move, and so the only thing I could do was wait there until I had recovered. He was so kind to me. By morning it was safe to go on walking (we hadn't evolved a  teleportation gene at that point) and he packed me up a few things and sent me on my way.

I was always skeptical about love since my divorce, but I knew from that moment he was the one for me. Eventually we found each other again and started a beautiful family. I never had any children with my first husband, even though we loved each other.

"I never loved Ragnar." A single tear slipped down Frida's cheeks.
"Why did you stay with him then?" Agny gently brushed it away.
"When I got pregnant for the first time, I thought if this baby sticks they should have 2 parents. And after that miscarriage, Ragnar told me we had to get married, otherwise that baby would be disappointed in me, and so I did." Frida sobbed harder.
"I'll kill him." She growled.
"Don't, he has 3 children who depend on him now." Frida sniffed.
"You were a child yourself, Anni-Frid." She kissed her granddaughter's head.
"I know. I was too young and probably wouldn't have been able to cope with a baby anyway. Plus Ragnar wanted a whole tribe of children, where as I only wanted to give birth once."
"You'll be a great mother one day Frida, and that day will come."
The young woman jumped in surprise, for her Mormor never called her Frida.

"What did you just call me?" She stared in disbelief.
"Frida. That's what all the young ones call you, isn't it? See, I'm young and hip!" She gave a little shimmy for emphasis. "Ow, my hip." Artine winced.
"Mormor, what will I do with you?" Frida kissed her cheek fondly.

"You'll be okay without me, Anni-Frid." She stroked the redhead's hair.
"You-you know?" She started to panic now. What if Mormor told the Nörklits?

"Do I look like the type of woman that would betray her family?" The older woman raised her eyebrow.
"What? Oh, you didn't just read my-" Frida muttered, but Agny cut her off.
"That I did, Anni-Frid. I hate the Nörklits. And the Mona girl was such a bitch to you in your younger years, you'd never guess she was older than you." She laughed bitterly.
"MORMOR." Frida had never known her grandmother using that type of language before, even though she agreed.
"But it's true!" Agny pouted.
"That it may be, but it's still dangerous to say those things in public." Anni-Frid muttered under her breath.

"When are you leaving?"
"Tonight. I'm so scared Mormor."
"Don't be, I'll always be with you." She said firmly.
"Can't you come with us, please? I won't be able to cope not knowing you're alright." Frida hugged her once more.
"No Anni-Frid, this is your adventure-"
"Oh please Mormor! Please please please please-" She prayed.

"Dear God girl, take a breath! Fine, I will indulge you, on the condition that if I slow you down I'll go my own way."
"Mormor I must tell you that we will have to stay in the company of both a werewolf and a witch." The young woman grimaced at the thought.

"A werewolf and a witch?! A werewolf and a witch?!" Mormor thundered.
"Hush, you'll alert someone." She bit her lip nervously.
"Anni-Frid, I thought you were clever! They'll kill you."
"Apparently it's well-trained..." She stuttered in reply.
"There is no such thing as a well-trained werewolf, my dear. And you know witches are psychotic murdering machines." Agny scoffed.
"Björn would never put me in danger." Frida said immediately.

"You and Björn are very close aren't you?....." Artine smirked knowingly.
"Ew Mormor, no! He's my brother, that would be like....like.... Committing incest!" The thought made Frida nauseous.
"I'm only saying that you can't find someone to mate with and last full-term, you could always have a child with him." She suggested in an airy tone.
"1. I love Björn but I wouldn't want our genes to mix together and 2. Björn's not my type." Frida giggled.

"So what is your type then, Little Miss High-Standards?"
"Um....I don't know really.... They have to be pretty, funny and have nice eyes." She didn't want to discuss her type with her grandmother of all people.
"What if they're too pretty?"
"You can never be too pretty, Mormor. In fact, the prettier the better! That means I'll have the prettiest baby." Frida giggled awkwardly.
"You would anyway, if you are it's mother." The old woman stated, making Frida blush.

"I suppose I'll come with you both then. I have to protect you from those people, especially that 'well-trained werewolf' of yours."
"Thank you Mormor, thank you!" And Frida skipped off to find her big brother- I- I mean bestie- Oh, what am I saying? She went to find Björny.

Note:

Hello mg darlings!

Sorry this is so short, I'm working on lots of different stories right now but I wanted to get this chapter done because it hasn't been updated in a while. Hope you enjoyed! I'm also very, very sick at the moment so apologies x (Unedited)

Kisses,

K💋