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7DS Arthur Pendragon x Viking Reader

  I snuggled deeper into the abundance of fur that was layed out on for my bedding in the keep. Over the fire roasted a plump pig, the juice sizzling and spitting over the fire. My brothers laughed quietly and sipped at their vanye ale.  We had been staying in this clearing in the woods for quite some time. This particular neck of the woods was in the outskirts of Camelot. Our village had burnt down when I was only 6 summers old. It having been 11 years since that time, I had grown near the peak of my woman hood, and was no longer a stringy beanpole of a thing. My viking blood was apparent in the shape and size of my body. Viking women have always had wide hips and muscular thighs and round bottoms. Their breasts are soft and round, complimenting the figure to make it hour glass shaped. Since I had grown into such a 'wifely' woman (As my brothers put it) they had become very protective over me. In out culture the women were always in charge, so I knew when to put my foot down, but I quite liking staying indoors and not having to actually do much of anything. My skin was a milky and pale, unblemished except for the slight dusting of freckles across the bridge of my nose.

  I stretched my arms upward, arching my back forward and crawled towards the fire, getting a sharp stick and prodding at the darks skin of the hog. The stick punctured the crispy hide and juice dripped out, dropped, and sizzled on the fire. Moments later I deemed the roast fit to eat and called my brothers over. "Ríkið! Thordo! The Hog er tilbúinn!" (Reign! Thordo! The hog is ready!)

  The looked over at me and stood, abandoning their ale. They patiently sat as I pulled off a flank for each of them, and part of the belly for myself. "Ég er feginn að þú ert svo góður kokkur systir! Annars viljum við svelta!" (I'm glad you're such a good cook sister! Otherwise we'd starve!) I laughed at that and shook my head. "Ég er ekkert sérstakt. Ég lærði bara frá mömmu." (I'm nothing special. I just learned from mom.) The tent went quiet at that, and Thordo, with a rye smile, said "Við drekkum í minni hennar." (We drink to her memory.) Reign and I nodded at that.

Suddenly the sound of horses echoed through the forest. "Halt!" A voice sounded. My eyes widened. "Hvað er að gerast bræður mínir? Hver er hérna?" (What is going on my brothers? Who is here?) Reign narrowed his eyes. "Ég veit ekki. Ég kem strax aftur. Þórður, horfa á (Y/n)." (I don't know. I'll be right back. Thordor, watch (Y/n)." He exited the tent and I gripped the center pole tightly. Reign spoke in a language I did not know. "Ríkið, hvað er hann að segja?" (Reign, what is he saying?) I asked Thordor. Thordor frowned. "Eitthvað sem hann ætti ekki. Hann býður þér í burtu. Það hljómar eins og það er konan hjólhýsi." (Something he should not. He's offering you away. It sounds like it's... the kings caravan.)

My eyes widened. "Kóngurinn?! Af hverju myndi hann bjóða mér konunginum ?!" (The king?! Why would he offer me to the king?) Thordor sighed. "Það er eitthvað sem þú ættir að vita. Við erum ekki fullur víkingur. Við erum líka ... töframaður. Það hljómar eins og Merlin er að leita að nýju lærlingu. Reign virðist held að þú myndir gera það betra en okkur." (There is something you should know. We are not full viking. We are also... wizards. It sounds like Merlin is looking for a new apprentice. Reign seems to think you'd make it better than us.) I shook my head. "En-!" (But-!) I was cut off by the tent flap opening. 

Suddenly my mind was flooded with new words and sounds for things. "W... What's happening brother?" I choked, my thick accent making the words sound strange. "Ah, I see my spell worked on you. You would be (Y/n), am I correct?" I nodded. "Yo.. You are. What would youhave of me?" the woman smirked. "You're coming back to Camelot with me. I've bought you from your brothers here. You'll be my new apprentice." Shock coursed through my body. I turned to Reign, who held a heavy looking bag of coins. "Er þetta satt bróðir?" (Is this true brother?) I asked. He nodded shamefuly. "Mælir blóð úr himni þar sem börnin þín eru fædd og mega hvert fræ sem þú sáir í jörðinni deyja og skína í sársauka! Megi þú lifa lífi þínu í stöðugri eftirsjá, og hafa mestu minniháttar mál orðið martraðir! Þú svívirðilegur sould sogast óhreinindi skríða dýrið af jörðinni! Geta afkvæmi þín orðið fyrir veikindum og dauða!" (May blood rain from the sky where your children are born and may every seed you sow in the ground die and shrivel in pain! May you live your life in constant regret, and have the most minor issues become that of nightmares! You vile sould sucking dirt crawling beast of the ground! May your offspring be plagued by sickness and death!) 

His face paled and he looked down. "I'm sorry." I spat at his feet as soldiers came and bound my arms. "Get her things too." The woman commanded. As they took me away I yelled over my shoulder "Þú sársaukafullur skömm fyrir víking! Þú ættir að hafa brennt í þorpinu okkar! Megi þú aldrei sjá hliðina á Valhalla!" (You pathetic disgrace for a viking! You should have burned in our village! May you never see the gates of valhalla!) 

I was shoved into a carriage and my clothes and furs and weapons loaded onto an extra horse. I looked up from my goosebump covered legs (The tunic I was wearing only covered midthigh) and jumped in surprise when I saw a boy my age looking surprised to see me. He waved shyly and I scowled. "Um... Hi I'm Arthur... I don't suppose you're cold or anything... I could untie your ropes and share this blanket with you..." I looked up at him surprised. "Why would you do that? I'm your prisoner." He looked shocked. "What are you talking about? You're going to learn beside lady merlin. You're no prisoner. If anything you might be my kingdoms future mage!" I sighed. "I suppose... If you want to, go ahead." He smiled and leaned over, untying my restraints. He skooted over to me and drapped his blanket around me, the fur lining immediatley giving me warmth. He smiled and rubbed my arms gently. "Thank you." I said. He chuckled. "No problem."

To Be Continued