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

Viking and The Witcher: Year 3 Part 3

The full moon was out tonight, causing the beautiful city of Constantinople to continue shining like the beacon it was; the reflective glass and metals that composed the buildings were so well made that even in darkness the city was illuminated. Thorfinn loved to watch it, every full moon he would sit at his window and watch the city. He was enamoured with it the same way he was enamoured with the other works of art that he had discovered in Constantinople. Paintings, music, ancient writings that depict the sheer beauty of the world beyond their own.

When he was young he was told by Ragnar that Asgard was a golden city with buildings that reached above the clouds. A city made of gold, with buildings that reached that high up; even now Thorfinn could not picture such a place, but if Asgard was more beautiful than Constantinople then he would never want to leave. So enthralled he was by this beauty that he forgot about the book he held in his hands. Looking back down at it he ran his fingers over the pages; they were a marvel unto themselves.

This was the book Thorfinn had found in the second city, the one with pages made of gold. Yet unlike gold it retained the flexibility of parchment, but to his surprise couldn't be ripped. The book also contained a language that Thorfinn did not know. For months he had been trying to translate the golden book, yet he was no closer now than he was before. Languages came to Thorfinn as naturally as breathing and yet he could not read this one. No matter how many days he'd stared at the text it did not make sense to him.

"Thorfinn?" A voice called out from further inside the room.

Thorfinn turned and was greeted to the naked form of Sophia. His eyes locked onto Sophia's naked body as she stood in the lamplight. Her skin glowed under the flickering oil lamps. She had soft breasts that were teardrop shaped and while not overly big they were more than a handful, the nipples that topped them were dark and the Areola surrounding them large, but they hardened in the cool air. Looking further down he looked to her stomach which was flat, her muscles visible beneath the skin. Her long dark hair was unbraided and so fell down her back, cascading in long curls that reached her backside. They also fell in front of her shoulders almost touching her groin which was covered in its own forest of dark curls. The best part however was her legs, thick with muscle yet unbearably soft when Thorfinn touched them.

"You're reading that book again," Sophia said with a raised brow as she walked over to him. She effortlessly perched onto the window he was on and placed herself between his legs, leaning against his chest.

"It's fascinating..." Thorfinn said as he wrapped his arms around her, his fingers brushing against her stomach, making her shiver slightly in his grasp. "Never have I seen something that confounds my mind so much..." he spoke reverently as he held the book up in front of them both.

"Atlantis... The Second City, a place so ancient that it predates the great empire of Rome by millennia, whatever language these words are in must've not been spoken in just as long."

"Perhaps such knowledge is better left forgotten," Sophia commented. She ran her hands down Thorfinns arms and overlaid them on top of his. She pushed back closer into him; despite the hot days in Constantinople the nights were fiercely cold.

"Knowledge should never be lost..." Thorfinn said a little wistfully as he looked out to the city once more. "Thousand of people, thousands of minds, legendary genius's of all kinds formed the Roman Empire, yet this city is all that remains of it... such a thing is a tragedy."

"It does sound sad when you speak of it in such a way," Sophia said, leaning her head back into his chest and getting a little more comfortable.

"If all I achieved in my life was forgotten... I cannot think of a worse fate," Thorfinn said while shaking his head.