when Halfdan the Black finds love in an unexpected being, and when he goes against the odds of all his people. the gods are with him, just as they are with his brother, and with the power they give him- he won't let his life, or his love, go to wast...
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The wind was gentle as Halfdan walked through the tall grass leading up the mountain. He deeply inhaled the scent of the world his gods had given him, smelling the fresh soil and the salt from the crashing waves far off the shore of Kattegat.
And normally he would be walking alone, walking by himself up the mountain, but this time he had company. He had A'Tanasey with him, instead of just barely clinging onto her in his dreams, and along with her, Mehtyo was with him, too.
He remembered the events from the night before, remembered them so clearly as they constantly replayed in his mind. He remembered how Mehtyo approached him and how he never let his eyes fall from his own. He remembered how the man looked as if he was ready to kill him, only to see the father of his mate bow his head.
"N b'i ye, mate of my daughter," he spoke, one hand on the younger's shoulder as the other held the back of his head. "I see you, Halfdan," he pressed their foreheads together, creating a bond between both beings that would hold strong for the rest of time.
The memories made Halfdan slightly smile, it made him happy, reminiscing on the night before as the three kept walking at a steady pace, walking until they reached the top of the cliff that overlooked the sea. When they got there, Halfdan slowly pulled he and A'Tanasey to a stop as he watched Mehtyo keep stepping forward.
He silently watched the broading man walk to the very edge, saw as he gazed out upon the raging waves with a beautiful peace in his blue-amber eyes. It was such an amazing sight to see, something that Halfdan never imagined he'd feel honored to witness. Maybe it was the way A'Tanasey and her people carried themselves, maybe it was the way they acted, or maybe it was the way they just existed that Halfdan absolutely adored.
"You are a good man, a great man, Halfdan," the older spoke, glancing back to the side as Halfdan felt A'Tanasey kiss his shoulder. "You have honor, you have dignity," he turned around to face the warrior. "You have my respect."
Halfdan's breath was stolen at Mehtyo's words, taken from him as his eyes flit upward to meet those of his lover's father. He never really heard anything so genuine, or kind for that matter, only that he was a crazy bastard that burnt christian villages and raped women. But what no one ever understood was that it wasn't what he enjoyed doing, not like he did when he was just becoming a man.
So hearing his words of affirmation, it helped him make peace with several things that were never brought to light. It helped him make peace with the things he regretted deeply and could only wish to take away. He took a small step forward, noticing the watchful eyes on him that were those of Mehtyo, taking another and another until there were no more steps to take, stopping completely when he stood by her father's side.
