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

The Northern Tides

The night on Thorfinn's farm was usually quiet, but tonight, the sound of weeping and screams of sadness pierced the stillness. Rebekah, her pregnant form straining with each hurried step, rushed through the longhouse as fast as she could manage. Her heart pounded in her chest, echoing the urgency in the cries that had woken her. She pushed open the door to the main hall, finding Elijah, Blaeja, Helga, and Gyda already gathered, their faces pale with worry, all in their nightwear.

Elijah was the first to speak, his voice tense. "What is happening, Rebekah?"

Rebekah shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps. "I don't know. Hild just suddenly woke and started weeping. She won't stop."

Blaeja looked confused. "Did she say anything before this? Did something happen?"

Helga, clutching her shawl tightly around her shoulders, added, "It's not like Hild to be so distressed. Something must have frightened her."

Gyda, her eyes wide with concern, said, "We should go to her. She might need us."

They all hurried to Hild's room, their footsteps echoing in the silent night. The door was slightly ajar, and inside, the sound of Hild's sobs filled the room. She was curled up on the bed, her body shaking with the intensity of her weeping. Her hands clutched at the blanket as if it were the only thing keeping her anchored to reality.

Rebekah and Gyda climbed onto the bed on either side of her, their hands gentle as they tried to comfort her. "Hild, please tell us what's wrong," Rebekah urged, her voice soft but filled with worry.

Gyda brushed Hild's hair back from her tear-streaked face. "We're here for you. Just tell us what's happened."

Hild's eyes were wide with fear, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She tried to speak, but her voice was choked with sobs. Finally, she managed to whisper, "She's coming."

Elijah, standing at the foot of the bed, exchanged a worried glance with Blaeja. "Who is coming, Hild? Who do you mean?"

Hild could only repeat, "She's coming. She's coming." Her eyes were wild, darting around the room as if she expected someone to appear at any moment. Blaeja stepped closer, her hand resting on Hild's shoulder. "Hild, you need to calm down. We're all here with you. Nothing will happen to you as long as we're here."

But Hild's fear seemed to be beyond their reach. Her body trembled violently, and she clung to Rebekah and Gyda as if her life depended on it. "She's coming," she repeated, her voice rising in pitch. "We're all in danger."

Helga looked at Elijah, her expression desperate. "What do we do? We can't let her stay like this."

Hild's cries grew more desperate, her body writhing as though possessed by a malevolent spirit. Her hands clawed at the bed, her eyes wide with terror, unable to focus on the familiar faces around her. Rebekah and Gyda did their best to comfort her, but their words were lost in the storm of her anguish.

"She's getting worse," Elijah said, his voice strained with worry. "We need to do something now."

Helga, who had been watching with
concern, moved to her bedside and placed her hand on her head. "I have some herbs that might help. Hold her down," she instructed, rushing to her small stash of medicinal plants before coming back inside the room. Elijah, Blaeja, Rebekah, and Gyda moved quickly, their combined strength enough to restrain Hild without hurting her. "Helga, please hurry!" Rebekah pleaded, her face pale with fear.

Helga's hands worked swiftly, grinding and mixing the herbs. The room was filled with the scent of crushed leaves and roots as she added water to create a calming elixir. Her focus was intense, blocking out the sounds around her. "Hold her steady," Helga said, bringing the cup over. "We need to get her to drink this."