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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Throbbing, knee-buckling, endless yet empowering pain surged through his blood, coating the walls of his very veins with something beautiful, something extraordinary. Halfdan didn't know what, he didn't need to know what, had spread through his entire body, feeling the warmth beneath his skin turn cold as it overtook his humanity, granting him the life of which he'd live for the rest of the days.
He could feel it like a fire ablaze, and though his blood ran cold, he began to sweat and pant in heat, noticing a soft touch plant itself in the center of his chest which brought him back to reality, snapping his changed eyes wide open as he took in a deep breath.
"Halfdan," he heard A'Tanasey breathe, but the sound echoed in the tunnels of his head, felt as it bounced off of the high walls of the farmhouse. He could hear the relief in her soft voice, he could sense the worry that once consumed her slip away and be replaced with happiness. "Halfdan, it's alright, b'iyo," he listened, attempting to get his breathing under control as his own senses came back. They were highly aware and different from what they once used to be, but he wouldn't complain.
His chest heaved and his heart raced, but he still reached for A'Tanasey as he began to calm himself down. When he successfully pulled her against him, he heavily fell back and just laid upon the makeshift bed, hearing her softly laugh as he closed his eyes and deeply breathed in. The sound made him choke out a laugh, tightening his arm around her body as he turned his head to lay in the crook of her neck, his eyes snapping open when he felt her shudder beneath his lips.
Carefully moving his tongue over the top row of his teeth, he then noticed that he, too, now had sharp canines like she did, and he also knew what he'd do with them. Softly nuzzling his nose beneath her jaw, he slowly licked the column of her neck, hearing her whimper as he did with her arms secure around his shoulders.
And while they both loved enjoying and savoring the moment, neither could help the sense of urgency behind the others' actions as Halfdan swiftly flipped over her, hovering above as he kissed his mate with a loving desire to make her fully his. Resting his weight on one arm, he held the other up to her as she gently removed the soulchord from his limb, carefully taking it from her as they both sat up. He was tender in his touches, especially when he wrapped the chord around her forearm, taking her small hand in his large palm before putting it up to his lips to leave a kiss behind upon her knuckles.
Halfdan had never felt so deeply connected to someone before, he'd never felt so close to someone's mind and heart, but now he did, he could feel A'Tanasey's body, he could feel her heartbeat falling in sync with his own. It was amazing, it was euphoric, it was something he never wanted to not experience with her.
Laying back down atop her slim body, he caged her head in with his strong arms, and slowly kissed her lips as he eased himself within her warm folds, starting off steadily before he began fucking her into oblivion. Pounding into her with all his might, he heard her gracious cries and her breathless moans, feeling the coil in his lower regions beginning to grow strained, drawn to its limits as he felt the goddess of a woman beneath him start to shake in her endless pleasure.
It was then that he moved his head down to her thin neck, grazing the tips of his newly formed canines over her smooth skin before letting them sink in as they both released, his keen ears catching the cry that escaped her luscious lips. And then everything froze, at least it felt like it to Halfdan. It felt like time stopped passing, like the world stopped spinning, the anything and everything on the very planet just stopped.
He was engulfed in the passions and sensibilities of the love he held for her in his entire heart, his entire being, and he held deep reverence for the now marked woman lying beneath him. Only when she slightly moved under him did the world pick back up again, the fresh mateship between them radiating off of their skin as they just barely pulled away to look at each other. Nothing could describe how he felt, nothing could match it either. He pressed his forehead to hers as they looked at each other with hazy eyes, making him feel overcome with absolute joy and love and happiness.
He would remember the way he felt for the rest of time, never let it fade as he engraved it in his very skull, peppering A'Tanasey's face with kisses which made her melodically laugh. Of all his years, Halfdan thought that the gods would gift him great glory, not both honor and love. Yes, he'd always wished for someone to cherish and to hold and shower in every affection in himself that he could find, but he never really asked for it because of the greatness his gods had already given him. He didn't want to ask for anything more because along with himself, he didn't want the gods to take away that of the greatness of his brother, King Harald Finehair.
"As long as we live," he heard her whisper, feeling her hands hold his head as she kissed him deeply, passionately, his eyes closing in bliss before they reopened to the world of Hreyktukitrey. "We are one," her words brought him peace, a peace deep within his heart that he thought he'd never find, listening yet again as he does every time she speaks. "And you are now one of the People, b'iyo, you are now one of my People."
Without a thought, his body rippled with happiness and power, leaning back down to kiss her as their tongues danced amongst the other. The way she made him feel sent him into frenzy after frenzy, pushing him off into a spellbinding whim as the emotions and feelings consumed him completely.
Only when the very tips of the sun rays shone through the thin fabric curtains of the barn they stayed in did they pull away, unhurriedly getting ready for the day as he tied the laces of his boots before helping her tie the strings of her clothing. As he did, he pressed soft and teasing kisses along the tops of her shoulders, on the back of her neck, on her mark that made her instantly react to his touch. He loved it, and when he felt her turn in his arms that had moved to wrap around her waist, he shuddered as she kissed his mark just as he did to her.
Everything was still so new to him, all the way from his mate to his senses that had drastically changed. Though at the same time, nothing really changed at all— he was still gentle with A'Tanasey, he was still protective of her, and even of his brother despite the distance that piled up between them. Softly kissing her lips one last time, he walked to the table where he poured himself a horn of mead, taking a gulp of the honey sweet liquid that coated his sensitive tastebuds. The contact made him gag slightly, not used to the heightened sense of taste, and his heart warmed when he felt the swift waft air that had signaled A'Tanasey was there.
He felt her hand land between his shoulder blades, sliding up to hold the back of his neck as she bent her head down beside him, her other hand cupping the side of his face as he flicked his gaze over to her from the dusty ground. Halfdan saw the look in her eyes, he saw the concern gathered in the delicate orbs, but truthfully he was fine. He was just overwhelmed by the power of his perceptions, so he gave her a nod and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her towards him to plant a kiss on her forehead before dumping the mead back in the barrel he poured it from.
"My brother will need us today," he softly rasped, rubbing his thumbs in circles upon the skin that he found on her sides. He glanced down at her with loving eyes, feeling her presence within him as he hoped she felt him in hers. "Ragnar Lothbrok needs an army," he told her, brushing the tip of his nose just below the line of her jaw. "He intends to attack Paris once again," informing A'Tanasey of the ambitious farmer king's plan. "Except this time, he's not going for land or gold," Halfdan said, leading her to the door as they each finished gathering their things.
