Ivar the Boneless and OC fanfic.
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Still humming the melody that was played at the food hall last night, I put all of the mended clothing into my trunk and got started on stoking my fire. I had asked Thora to come to my home for supper this evening and I needed to prepare for her and possibly Svend.
A knock at my door made me jump and drop the fire poker on the stone floor, echoing loudly through the space. I sighed, calming myself down before I yelled "One moment!"
I quickly threw a few pieces of wood onto the fire and rushed to the door. Before I answered it, I wiped my hands on the apron I had been wearing to keep my current clothes clean and then reached for the handle.
"Einar!" I gasped, surprised to see him standing at my door.
His eyes looked puffy and red and his clothes were covered in soot and what looked to be tiny burn marks. Einars' back was hunched, his shoulders drawn into himself. He always had a confident air about him but this new posture made him look like he was defeated.
When I didn't say anything he cleared his voice which made me realize I had been staring this whole time.
"Oh, um, sorry. Come in, please." I moved to the side so that he could make his way inside.
His arm brushed against my shoulder and I felt my heart skip a beat. I hadn't realized just how much I missed him.
Closing the door behind him, I rushed over to the table and poured him a cup of mead and pulled out a chair for him to sit down. He looked at it and gave a tight lipped smile. He still hadn't looked me in the eye and now I was beginning to worry about the reason for him coming.
"Sorry I look so awful," he chuckled dryly. "I've been helping Svend for the past few days and, well it's been a lot." He said sheepishly.
I held out the cup so that he could take it. His fingers gently brushed against mine and I wanted nothing more than to drop everything and run to him.
"Thank you," he said and downed the drink, sighing once it was all gone.
"I uh... I'm sure that Thora has told you but I wanted to tell you myself." He started. His voice was quiet and he sounded unsure of himself.
I wanted to hold him in my arms and take his pain, the pain that I had caused him.
Einar walked over to me and hesitantly took my hands in his. For the first time, his forest green eyes met with mine and I felt butterflies in my belly.
