Fandral was roused by the cheerful voice of Eir, whose face was bright and hopeful. He sat up from his slump on the small slab he had found for himself and awaited the news. She turned her head and her smile towards the cot deep within the cave, where a young woman lay.
Immediately, Fandral was on his feet and across the space that parted them. There was a crowd of healers around her, checking her pulse, stitching her wound, painting her with life anew. Fandral couldn't help but smile like a fool when her eyes found him.
She reached out a hand for him. "Fandral," His name spilled from her mouth in a single breath. She let herself taste it a moment longer before he could answer to it.
"Yes, my love?" he cooed back, taking her hand in his. By Asgard, her hands felt cold even through his gloved hand. He bent down and planted a kiss on her forehead, keeping himself close to her. "I'm here," he murmured against her skin. She smiled contently and didn't fail to notice as Heimdall strode from view.
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The Benevolent Warrior (Fandral Fanfiction #1)
Fanfiction-In which two lovers lose and find each other across time and space- Set during Thor: Ragnarok in an AU where Fandral was given a second chance to save Asgard after meeting with Odin in Valhalla. What will he discover? #JusticeForFandral This is a...
