Fighting, Honour and Valhalla || Vikings x The Originals x TVD

Revenant

Arywn could already smell the blood of her beloved before he even walked down the hallway. She jumped off the bed where she was tending her sister and she almost pushed their room door off its hinges to get out. She turned in the direction of the smell of the blood and saw Thorfinn holding himself up against the wall as his other hand clutched his abdomen. "Lord!" She shouted as she ran over to him in a panic.

"I am well Arwyn, the wound looks worse than it is," he said trying to assure her. Arywn put her hand under his arm and with her strength assisted in carrying him back to the room. She sat him down on the chair and knelt in front of him, "What do I do lord!" She said with extreme worry.

Thorfinn grunted as he pulled his tunic off and threw it on the floor. Blood spurted out of his open wound but he quickly pinched the muscles together with his hand "Get me a damp cloth and the black satchel by the drawer," he asked, the dagger had gone deep and he could only hope that it had not punctured anything inside him, but from the position of the wound he could estimate where it would've gone. 'I'm just glad it's not a gut wound,' he thought to himself, that would've been days of slow agonising death.

"Here Lord let me," Arwyn said as she started to wipe away the blood that had dried, while she did this Thorfinn opened the gift he had received from Beric for proving to be such an adept healer. It was his old physician's kit, inside was a sharp iron needle with a linen thread, he had read the best way to treat wounds and before he would've just burnt it, which carries a greater risk for infection. He almost growled as he stuck the needle through his skin and started suturing his wound.

Arywn watched with great distress at how her lord suffered, her anger bubbled up within her and she found herself almost growling as she wanted to tear apart the person who had done this. "Who did this lord!?" She asked as she showed her teeth —two of which had started to grow into fangs. Thorfinn looked at Arywn with shock as he saw her thin body start to grow more muscles and actually get bigger.

"Calm yourself Arywn, the man is dead I killed him," he instructed her. She nodded but he could still tell she was angry at the dead man; he was starting to think Edgar got off lucky on fighting him, Arywn looked like she wanted to rip him apart.

"Yes Lord," she said solemnly as she went back to kneeling by the seat and placing her head in his lap. Thorfinn finished suturing his wound he then grabbed a bandage and soaked it in a herbal mixture he had made that would hopefully prevent infection. Thorfinn couldn't help but appreciate how his newfound knowledge had already begun to help him in ways he never considered. It made him want a lot more, but first, he would rest, his body ached and his eyes grew heavy. He had taken over wounds across his body but apart from wiping them with a cloth and bandaging them, he didn't need to attend to them any further.

He limped over to the bed with heavy steps and slipped inside with Arwyns help. He was sweating a lot so she wiped it off with her clothes "Rest well lord and be better tomorrow," she said as she leaned towards him and placed a kiss on his lips. She then climbed on the other side of him and hugged into his side, she never closed her eyes though, she kept watch and made sure nothing else befell her beloved.

From the other side of the bed, Eowyn finally opened her eyes, she had listened to the whole conversation and breathed a sigh of relief at what was said and what Thorfinn had just done.

'Soon, soon I'll be free,' she thought to herself.

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Blaeja had already started packing the things she needed, she left out all of her pretty dresses and finery and kept only the bare essentials. She felt her blood heat up with excitement at the prospect of what she was doing. 'I am leaving this boring place, no more boring feasts, no more courtships, no one more being locked in my chambers,' she thought to herself with a grin on her face. She was slightly worried about Edward after leaving him yesterday, but since he had defeated that stranger before there was no reason he couldn't do so again, he was obviously a skilled warrior and that is why she had chosen him to travel with. The reality of death had not settled in for her until she nearly faced it those few weeks ago, she had very nearly met her end and in the face of it felt unsatisfied with how she had lived to that moment.