#azgard

Summary: When the ark landed, you were part of farm station, you managed to escape and ran as far away as you could becoming lost in doing so. You eventually collapse due to the cold and awake to see none other than banished prince roan (unbeknownst to you at the time) and he saves you and takes you with him to stop you from telling anyone else he was trespassing on Azgeda territory.

Warnings: mentions of blood

A/N: My first 100 fic, written about Roan because I’m currently in denial about his death.

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The snow was the first thing you saw when the door opened, children rushed out to feel the cold, fluffy layer that had not long ago settled. You took your time to take everything in, noting how everything was completely still like the weather had managed to freeze time itself. It felt wrong, too perfect, too picturesque. You shivered and felt your skin prickle with unease.

You were torn from your thoughts by a scream. You rushed forward to see the kids, one by one being pulled under the snow before a red stain spread where the child had stood seconds before. Adults surged out to grab the remaining few before large shapes, covered in furs and grotesque masks emerged from the snow. In their hands were weapons, dripping with blood.

The first adults out we’re slain and you were going to be next if you didn’t move. In your hurry to back up you slipped on the wet ramp and slid off into knee deep snow. The cold made you gasp and your legs give way so you shuffled underneath the station wall until your back touched the metal. Luckily from where you were the attackers hadn’t noticed you hiding and were progressing into the ship. You felt your heart conflict about whether to leave or help but the desire to survive won out. You were no good in a fight anyway. Once last of them were on the ramp you took off, heading for the nearby tree line. One of the attackers saw you go and started to follow before the leader called them back, clearly you weren’t worth it and the cold would likely kill you soon anyway. You only had on your thin ark clothes and boots already soaked. You ran on, determined to get as far away as possible.

You had run until you were gasping for breath, leaning against a tree, the sun had set not long ago and you were now navigating by moonlight. Well, not really navigating. You were lost in the middle of a forest, on an unknown planet, in the dark, freezing, with no food or water and on the run from murderers. You sobbed, your chest heaving and breath coming out loud and ragged. Your vision blurred and you stumbled forward keeping going despite having lost hope of surviving the night.

You collapsed near a clearing not long after. From the ground you watched, able to see as a pale horse walked forward into the clearing. You just started in shock, wondering if this was the miracle you needed to survive or if the horse was carrying an attacker there to end your life. Whoever it was the large, dark shape you could only assume was human, on the horse had not had not noticed you yet. It dismounted and and brought out something you couldn’t see and proceeded to strike the objects together, resulting in a spark and eventually a fire. You were probably imagining it but you could feel the heat from where you lay and tried to stretch a hand towards it. To your dismay your fingers had turned blue and your hands a shade of blotchy purple that meant you would probably lose your hand if you lived that long. A tear escaped the corner of your eye and melted a trail down your frozen face. When you looked up again the stranger was turning, slowly to check the woods for any sign of life and of course when they turned their eyes landed on you immediatly. To cold and afraid to move full on tears streamed down your face as the stranger approached, you saw that it was a man with similar clothes to the attackers but he wore no mask. His face was covered in rough stubble, his hair hung to his shoulders and his eyes were blue with the skin around them marked on each side by two, identical scars. He held a blade in his right hand and kept it by his side as he reached you. Seeing straight away your helpless state he noticed the blue tinge to your skin and crouched to come face to face with you.

Keeping eye contact the whole time you heard him ask “who are you and what clan are you from?”

You gave him a simple answer. “(Y/N)”

“Where do you come from (Y/N)?”

All you could bring yourself to do was point upwards, both of your eyes drawn to the sky. You gasped to see the sky was not just a depth of blackness but held hundreds of stars you’d never had the chance to see from the ark.

“You’re from the sky.”

Your attention was drawn back to the stranger, you nodded and felt your head drop down onto your chest, too weak to look back up at his face. Your skin became warm and then burned as the stranger lifted you and carried you over to the fire where his horse waited patiently. Gently setting you down he fetched a fur from off of the horses back and placed it around your shoulders. You held on to the fur tightly as over the next hour your skin returned to it’s normal-ish colour and you became strong enough to speak.

All the while the stranger stood, watching you waiting till you could answer the many questions he was waiting to ask. Before he demanded any information of you though he stood and said quietly