Bruises || Harry Potter x Ivar The Boneless - Viking / Harry Potter Crossover

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"We need to go to Wessex," were the first words out of Luna's mouth the morning they were to leave with Àskr and his fellow priests. Hel stared at Luna very blandly for a whole minute before she smiled.

"I was wondering when your sight would make us do something stupid and me not get blamed for it."

Luna was very displeased with her for that but could not fault her for it. It was very stupid, dangerous even. But unlike most, they had Arsa.

Before the sun had even risen, Hel had Teddy packed and put the sleeping boy on the back of her Ironbelly dragon, gripping her scales and holding him to her chest. Luna clambered up behind her, wrapping her arms around Hel's waist and being mindful of the handheld axes strapped to Hels hips. Because of course, they had iron weapons.

The priests rather insisted on Luna and Hel, the "daughters" of Loki fighting like any other shieldmaiden. They hardly used them due to their magic but Hel said she liked the feel of them in her hands much to Luna's dismay. Not that it was surprising. Since the war, Hel was different. All she knew was fighting. She fought all her life. Now that she had tasted death by the tip of her teeth and felt the blood upon her hands - Hel was a violent woman... Girl.

She had to suppress a giggle when Hel asked what she thought was so funny. It was best not to bring up the whole de-aging thing again. Hel was still in a sorry state about it, bemoaning and whinging like the child she physically was every time she caught a glimpse of her shapeless body in a mirror or water. Luna had found it all very amusing. Hel's response was always the same.

"Yeah, the girl with breasts laughs at the girl whose body by all accounts should possess a cock!"

The crassness of Hel's mouth has always had Àskr gasping when she opened it. The Preist Hafdan - or Dan as they called him always snorted in laughter anytime he was around to hear Hel's disgusting tongue lash out such words not fit for a woman. He especially found it delightful when Hel had once told Kogi, one of the younger residents there for healing or whatever the fuck he was there for, to go choke on a dick when he had told her she'd look pretty on her knees.

Hel did not submit to no man. She staunchly ignored the knowing look from Luna that she was lying out of her arse because she would submit if that man was almost 6 foot and ginger and burly as a bear. Hel had almost punched Luna in the throat for snickering at the blatant lie.

"He doesn't have to be ginger if his eyes are blue," Hel had told her one night when the both of them were in their cups. "Nor does he even need to stand - if his cock works, I am more than happy to ride him."

"You are funny," Luna giggled, cuddling into her side. "Even funnier because we are teens again."

Hel scowled. "Ugh, don't remind me."

"Are you ready?" Hel asked. Luna blinked back into the present.

"Yes. Let us fly."

Hel clicked her tongue and Asra flew up with the pound of her wings. The dragon had enjoyed their time in Sweden. She had gotten fat off the mountain goats and any other unfortunate animal that crossed her path. The priests knew about the dangerous beast, and smartly chose not to go near the area in the forest she claimed as a home lest they want to have the bones picked from her teeth like their friend. Poor Togur. Hel and Luna used his bones in a ritual just so his death wasn't too meaningless. At least their muggle friends quickly learned their lesson.

Arsa, beautiful. Arsa, no-go.

Teddy whined, trying to hide himself in Hel's cloak. She wrapped him a little tighter. He was not a morning person, and for that, she was envious of him. She was always up before the sun had risen. For 16 years she had to be up at the crack of dawn due to the Dursleys, something that was already instilled in her DNA no matter the years that passed.