Tumblr put a content label on my post over some pink strawberries so I had to copy the request đŤŠđŤŠ This was requested from @b1rd-0f-w4r âI saw requests are open so I'm here :D Can we request original ocs of yours? Then it would be pretty fun for the 2 elves to *try* to teach reader their language, to a foreign reader that knows nothing about their language.. Language barriers are pretty fun to write ^^â
Masterlist, original characters masterlist, yandere!elf (Sigurd) character profile, yandere!elf (Eilif) character profile
You were huddled up underneath a blanket against the wall. You had tried to great as much space as possible from the two elves and you. Even though the bed was quite large, it didnât seem enough. The elf closest to you tilted his head as his eyes racked over your form. He was the most mischievous one, and while the other was more dangerous in terms of magic and all that, Sigurd was the one you feared the most. And with good reason.
âIâm bored!â Sigurd whined as he threw his head back, causing his long blond hair to fall from his shoulders in rivers of liquid gold. He never seemed to be able to sit still and his restlessness only caused you unease.
The other elf only scoffed and rolled his eyes. In his hands were a thick tome filled with poetry. The words on the covers were totally unintelligible. Eilifâs green-yellow eyes flickered to yours. Their intensity sending a shiver down your spine. He sighed loudly before he resumed his reading.
Eilifâs disinterest in Sigurd boredom only made him more whiny as he dramatically collapsed over your blanket. âHe is ignoring me again⌠Can you believe that?â his tail flickered playfully behind him. âBut you will entertain me, wonât you?â sky blue eyes looked up at you pleadingly.
âStop harassing her. She canât stand your presence anymore than what I doâ the black haired man snapped.
Sigurd didnât seem to get hurt by his words and only tugged on your blanket. âArenât you humans supposed to be kind?â
âCan you please leave me aloneâŚ.?â your voice was meeker than what you would have liked, but knowing what kind of bullshit Sigurd could suddenly do was too much a risk to act out. He might look a lot friendlier than Eilif, but he was so much more sinister.
âAgh! You are no fun!â he rolled over onto his back with his face facing Eilifâs book. A sudden lightbulb seemed to have ticked off in his sick head and he suddenly sat up. Eilif grumbled at his sudden movements, but Sigurd couldnât care less. âOh I have an idea!â he tore the book from Eilifâs hands before he waved it in front of you. A whine popped out of Eilifâs forehead and you were sure he would strangle the man.
âWhy donât we teach our lovely little human some of our language?â the blond elf chimed. To your surprise a small smile formed on Eilifâs lips at the idea.
âNow thatâs not a bad idea⌠I canât remember the last time you had an idea this good.â
âHey! Thatâs rude!â
âEhh⌠Iâm not so sure thaââ
âOh donât be a killjoy sweetheart!â Sigurd interrupted you as he ripped your blanket off as he forced your legs down from where they had been shielding you. âWe always try our best to understand human culture, so itâs only fair you try to understand ours!â You didnât say that the had literally kidnapped you against your will and their way of understanding human culture was not exactly something you had ever asked for.
You tried to show him off you, but he didnât budge.
âWe should start with something easyâ Eilif was suddenly at your side, blocking your route to escape. âHmm⌠Oh how about this: we can teach you basic greetings first.â
âThatâs boring.â
âShut up.â âCan you try to say: âHello my name is [Name]?ââ the language he spoke in was beautiful and melodic. You had heard them speak the elvish language before, especially when they were discussing matters concerning you.
You blinked at him with big eyes. It didnât seem to difficult. âOkay⌠Uhm⌠âHello me name is [Name].ââ
âHmm not quite, but good job!â the black haired elf gave your head a gentle pat as if you were his pet (which wasnât too far from the truth).
âBoring!â Sigurd pressed his hand on Eilifâs face and pushed him away earning him a hiss from the man.
âDo that again and I will bite your hand offâ Eilifâs lips were drawn back in a sneer, revealing his long and sharp fangs.
âOoooh scaryâŚâ Sigurd held his hands up in a mocking expression. ââYou look extremely handsome.â Can you say that?â his grin obnoxious.
You hesitated, but upon seeing no visible reaction from Eilif â the more sensible of the due â you decided to try. ââYou⌠lock extreme handsome?ââ
âNo, âyou look extremely handsome.ââ
ââYou look extremely handsome.ââ
âYay! You did it!â Sigurd leaned forward and gave your cheek a big wet smooch. âYou are a natural!â
âSo⌠what does it mean?â
âYou look extremely handsome!â
âOh.â Of course you should have seen that coming.
ââI love you.â Can you say that?â Eilifâs expression was serious and his deep voice a bit lower.
Your gaze flickered from the two of them. They were both staring at you with emotions you didnât want to try and understand. ââI love youâŚââ something didnât feel right as the words fell from your lips. You had a suspicion of the words meaning, but you didnât want to say it out loud.
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From my AU Where Sigurd dies when Eivor is 10 Called
I've Got You
This is the day they leave Fornburg for England
AO3 Link if you prefer
âEIVOR!!!! COME OUT HERE YOU CURSED DOG OF THE RAVENS CLAN!â
So it beganâŚ
A gentle hand touched her arm, another her back. Randvi leaned into her, their brows pressing. The hand on her back worked up and down under her cloak, fingers pressing into taut muscles down her spine.
âThis is not your battle, Eivor. You have been nothing but a dutiful daughter. Proud and honorable.â Randvi tipped her chin up, their eyes met. The most beautiful color she could imagine met hers. Touched her, held her enraptured. âIt is our fight now my love.â
âI CALL YOU EIVOR!â
âWhat we do we do with King Styrbjornâs knowledge if not his blessing. He does not begrudge you this. You owe Dag nothing.â
Randviâs hand slipped down to herâs covering it. Holding her. âLeaving without answering him shows strength on your behalf, not weakness Eivor. He is getting everything he ever wanted and still he can not let you leave in peace. Do not answer his call my love. Please, let there be no bloodshed between us and Fornburg.â
âEIVOR! YOU TROLLâS ARSE! BRING YOUR HONORLESS SACK OF SHIT OUT HERE!â
Randviâs hand tightened as the muscles in Eivorâs jaw did.
âYou are without reproach, and you are stronger than he will ever be. That is why I chose you. I chose you, Eivor.â
âYOU DO NOT HAVE THE BALLS TO FACE ME!â
The kiss that Randvi gave was the sweetest balm she had ever known. Her strong love thick and rich like honey, the healers touch to her betrayed heart. She leaned into it, pulled her wife closer, let herself be drowned in its radiant glory.
âWe are ready Jarlsoknas.â The warm gravel of Gunnars voice interrupting them.
Eilif gave Eivor a questioning look, a worried expression. Eivor stole one last kiss before she shouldered her travel bag.
âAll the supplies we need for the trip are packed and no more?â Eivor asked.
âYes my Jarl.â
âGood. We will not strip our loved ones of their livelihood and wealth.â Her eyes shifted to Randvi. âWe will find our own riches soon enough.â She cast a final look across the home she shared with her wife and sister one last time before they moved for the portal.
Gunner stepped to one side of her, and Eilif the other. She paused then, feeling Randvi lean into her back. Her words a whisper. âLet them.â
The tension in her shoulders softened a little. She stepped forward again.
âHave we heard from Nottâs ship?â
âIt awaits us at the mouth of the Fjord.â Gunnar responded, taking up step with her again. âThey did not want to agitate Haroldâs men.â
âSeems we all walk with soft bootâs this day.â Eivor smirked. She didnât know Nott of all people had it in her to not step into a fight.
âIt is the wise hunter that gets the prey, my Jarl.â
âYou are right Gunnar.â
âEIVOR! You leech!â
Her stride did not break even as Dag tried to get a rise from her. Confident in his larger frame, blinded by his superior size and misplaced anger to know she would slaughter him. She did not even recognize him as they headed for the docks.
âSucked all the marrow from the Ravenâs clan now moving on to greener shores?!â
She did not respond. Her eyes looking to the crowd that gathered. The people they were leaving behind. She caught Valka on the far side of the settlement. Shrewd eyes watching. Her words whispering even now in Eivorâs ears.
âDo not let your hunger for glory steal all that you hold dear, Wolf-Kissed.â
Did she hunger for glory?
She handed her bag down into the ship.
âI did not take you for a coward on top of being a soul stealer, Wolf-kissed.â
Eivor stopped, his words making heat rise up into her body. It burned and bit like flames up her spine. She stiffened and turned.
What she saw as she did left her both shocked and immensely proud. Randvi had dropped her travel pack and walked straight up to the idiot. The savage kick to his knee brought him toppling down to her level. Her fist met his face with such a resounding blow that the block head was knocked unconscious by it. She kicked dirt onto him and gazed at the crowd with her bloody fist still clenched. Shoulders squared, center of gravity dropped, feet planted. A beautiful example of the perfect fighting stance.
âAnyone else want to disparage my wifeâs honor?â She asked in a thick warning growl.
When no one moved, or challenged her she turned to pick up her dropped bag.
Eivor raised her fist and cheered. Breaking the tense silence. Her crew behind her cheered right along with her.
âI thought this was going to be without blood letting.â Eivor teased, as she caught Randviâs hand to look at it.
âConsider it a sacrifice to wiser gods.â She growled, and then hissed as Eivor placed a kiss upon her already discoloring hand.
âI love you.â Eivor crooned, helping her wife into the boat. She hand her gently down to Eilif.
Eilif picked Randvi up by her hips, setting her down onto the deck of the boat and pulled her into an embrace, her brow meeting Randviâs âGodâs thank you Randvi-wise-fox.â
Eivor slipped into the boat and bid them cast off. Her eyes going to find the man who had been her father longer than her real dad had.
Styrbjorn gave a sad but proud smile to Eivor, and to her relief, raised his hand bidding her farewell.
She returned it. A silent sign that neither left with hard feelings.
âGod Randvi, I am going to have to spin a song just for you, layer out of giants.â
Holger clapped her on the arm.
Someone snickered. âOnly now you notice?â
From the shore Dagâs voice followed them out. The man having managed to find his senses before they were out of the fjord.
âGO WOLF-KISSED! LEAVE! LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO!â
They were nothing to her. She pulled Randvi into her arms and kissed her, deeply, soundly. She knew what her wife had done. A triumphant cheer was the final insult to the defeated Dag as they left, the perfect answer to his scurrilous lies.
Simonson takes a lot of pages out of Claremontâs book where he does a lot of slow buildup over a lot of books instead of trying to fit a whole big story in just one or two books.Â
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Yandere water elf (Eilif) x reader, yandere elf (Sigurd) x reader
Lemme know if you guys want a part two!<3 I finally got around to write something with these two fuckersáŚ(ò_ĂłË)ᤠ(If any Norwegians are seeing this give me a meow in chat)
Eilifâs character profile Sigurdâs character profile
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Warnings: female reader, obsession, Sigurd is a simp, Sigurd is a little shit, Eilif and Sigurd is beefing, abduction, Eilif and Sigurd is based of on the Norwegian mythological creatures Nøkken and Huldra
Word count: 2039
The door to Eilifâs cozy home swung open, so hard that it rattled in the hinges. His wince quickly turned into a deadly sneer as the blonde elf stumbled inside.
âOne would think the most deadly creature in the land would have a more lavish home. Not this rundown thingâ the tailed elf ran his hand along a shelf that contained various spices. âUgh I could never, thatâs for sure. You really are living like a recluse! You really should be more social. Itâs good for you, you know? You canât talk to fish all dayâ Sigurd sighed dramatically as he turned his blue eyes to the water elf.
Eilifâs nails dug into the palm of his hand and he nearly shattered the glass in his other. How dared that imbecile intrude his home and start demanding things? âI am not talking to fish all day. Watch your tongue. And can you really be talking when one of your residenceâs are underground?â he spat as he glared daggers at the other elf.
Sigurd scoffed âWell at least my residence is a bit more homey. This place truly is dark and gloomy. And anyways this isnât the reason for my visitâ. He sauntered towards the dining table where the black haired man sat. He pulled the chair out, purposely dragging it hard across the floor so it would leave marks. The shrieking sound made Eilif clench his teeth as he wanted nothing more than to slap the living shit out of the pest opposite of him.
âThan what is it? I donât have all day.â
âOh, but you doâ he chuckled. âOkay anyway. I was going for one of my little strolls, you know the ones I go one every single day. Well a few days ago, early in the morning, I encountered a young woman. I donât really care about humans in less I want do something fun. That day was however not one of those days so I opted to only say hi, she greeted my back and it was as if all the stars from the sky had some together to create the most magnificent being. When I tell you she was beautiful, you better know I mean it. Her beauty was like no others, unique in the best way. I have followed her every single day since that and I think she might have enchanted meâ when he stopped his little rambled he looked away in the distance through the window, with starry eyes.
Eilif rose his eyebrow in disbelief. âYou came all the way to tell me about your little crush? Thatâs pathetic even for youâ he rolled his green-yellow eyes.
Sigurdâs expression fell and his mouth turned downwards in a sour manner. âI think you would like her as well. But since you have that attitude, I shall take her for myself. I wanted to be a good friend, but it seemed that I overestimated our friendshipâ the chair scratched against the wooden floor as the tall man rose to his feet. He turned on his heel and walked to the door with long strides, his long hair swished behind him.
Eilif groaned. âUgh for fucks sake, wait!â in the blink of an eye he stood in front of the door, blocking the way. âIf she really is that great, take me to her. I suppose a little excitement in my tranquil life would be good.â
A smile stretched across the Sigurdâs face, revealing his fangs. His sky blue eyes lit up and he was back to his jovial mood. âThatâs what I wanted to hear! I knew you would change your mind!â he placed his big hands on the taller manâs shoulder and shook him.
He sighed. Of course, he should have known the sly pest only put in a saddened face just to change his mind. He cursed himself inwardly for falling for the younger elfâs obvious manipulation. âYou damned pest.â
The sun was high in the sky, warming his pale skin. His black hair had gotten a green shine underneath the sun rays. The elfâs tail beside him was no where to be seen as he made it disappear to blend in better with the humans. Eilif himself didnât need to do such things as he already almost seemed human. Even if the humans could see right through them, neither of them needed to worry. Humans were such weak beings that it would take no effort to tear them apart.
Bird calls mixed together into a symphony that carried with the wind through the path. The gravel scraped under their shoes and Eilif found the sound almost soothing. It had been awhile since he last sat foot on human land. A woman that was out on a run with her dog, greeted them hello as she crossed paths with them. Sigurd responded to her with a singsong voice, but he remained silent. Over his long life he had become a âgrumpy recluseâ (Sigurdâs words) and he didnât feel the need to speak to humans in less he had to. He was above them in the food chain, so why would he? He could see Sigurd rolling his eyes in his peripheral vision.
After hours of walking they had come to a stop. âHere it is. She is normally on her daily walk at this hourâ the blonde elf nodded towards a rather cozy neighbourhood.
âIt looks emptyâ Eilif groaned. If Sigurd was pulling another truck on him, he would tear his hair straight of his scalp. The blonde was after all extremely found of his hair and took great care of it.
âUgh, I thought you had more patience than that. I thought I was the impatient one?â he groaned.
âWhat would you do if I scared her away? Or if I devoured her?â Eilif gave him a sinister smirk.
Sigurdâs face contorted into a furious look. âI would kill you.â
âHa! I would like to see you try.â
âDo not test me. It is not wise to underestimate me, Nøkkenâ his voice was low and bitter.
Eilif snared at the use of the name the humans had given him. âYou truly are ignorant. Not that I would expect anything else from you.â
âShut up!â Sigurd wheezed.
âHow dare you tell me to-â his words died on his tongue.
There, a few meters from them were you. You had came from the forest, most likely from a one of the hiking trails that were scattered around the area. You looked like a goddess, the wind rustling your hair. Your eyes widened at the sight of Sigurd and your lips pulled back in a sweet smile.
Eilif heart jumped as it quickened its beat. His eyes fell open as if they were scared to even miss a millisecond of you.
âHi Sigurd! Are you two also out on a walk in the nice weather?â you waved your hand. Your voice was melodic and brought Eilif a sense of calm.
âHi [Name]! Itâs nice to see you! Weâre indeedâ he returned your smile. He was like a changed man. If he didnât know any better he would have sworn his pupils had turned into hearts.
You turn to Eilif and extend your hand. âI donât think we have metâ he grips your hand. Itâs so soft and a lot small than his slender hand. His long fingers curl and your hand as he gives you a firm, but not too firm squeeze. âIâm [Name]â you introduce yourself as you return his squeeze. âItâs nice to meet you.â
âIâm Eilif. Itâs nice to meet you as wellâ he returns your gentle smile.
You and Sigurd fell into a pleasant conversation. Eilif responded when he was spoken to, but other than that he remained silent. Observing. It doesnât take long before he tunes out the conversation. He is content with only looking at you. He knew what Sigurd meant, you are truly captivating. A hungry feeling washes over him. It isnât like the hunger he is used to, no he isnât craving flesh. This feeling is deeper, rawer. It hurts. Something more primal within him awakens. He needed you. There is no other option. The conversation halts and you and the blonde elf turns to him, waiting for his answer to a question he hasnât heard.
âIâm sorry?â he breaks out from his train of thought.
âI was just asking if you two maybe wanted to go home to me and have a barbecue? Sigurd and I have talked about it for a while, but my grill havenât been working. But yesterday I bought a new oneâ you smile.
Eilif just looks at you for a few long seconds. You are so naive. Inviting the two most dangerous creatures to your home? You must have a death wish. He doesnât say any of that, and just nods. âI would love to. Barbecue is something I rarely indulge in, but it does sound rather temptingâ his lips widens into a smile. His predatory side buzzing with excitement.
âIâm all in. It sounds deliciousâ Sigurd chimed in. He sent Eilif a knowing smile. He had seen right through him. Eilif gazed at him, they seemed to be in the same page.
âTake a seat wherever you want. I just need to get the foodâ you gestured to the sofa on your terrace. Your garden was small, but cozy. Flowers where blooming everywhere making it seem like straight out from a fairytale. The sofa was in the shade which was something Eilif was grateful for as the sun had given him a slight headache. The beige sofa was soft and comfortable as he elegantly took a seat. Sigurd was a bit more uncaring as he plopped down. You had set the glass table with white plates with floral prints and with matching glasses. The napkins had purple flower motifs that would almost be a shame to ruin. The warmth from the lit gas grill warmed the air and the smell of steak and hot dogs filled the air.
âSheâs quite amazing, isnât she?â Sigurd broke the silence.
âShe is indeed. I understand now what you meantâ he replied.
âI guess we are on the same wavelength then?â Sigurd turned to face him. His hand was lazily slung over the back rest of the sofa, the other fidgeted with a fork.
âThat we areâ Eilif nodded. No more words were needed.
âThatâs what I thoughtâ a smile crept across his lips before he burst into laughter.
You sat down a bowl of lettuce. âWhat are you talking about?â you tilted your head in curiosity.
âOh, not much really. We just discovered we had the same idea⌠Itâs interesting how similar friends think, right?â Sigurd put the fork down as he sat up in his seat. He was looking up at you with a mischievous smile.
âI suppose you are rightâŚâ you laughed in light confusion. âOh I suppose dinner is readyâ you hurried to the grill.
Sigurd nodded at Eilif, which rose from his seat silently. He stalked towards you as a wolf stalked a helpless lamb. You didnât notice him behind you before it was all too late. As you turned around to face him, he had forced his magic onto you and into your head. Green magic clung to your mind making you slump unconsciously into his awaiting arms. He wrapped his pale arms around you as he picked you up just like human a groom did his bride. âThis was all too easy. I almost feel badâ he sighed as he nuzzled his mouth against your neck. He inhaled your scent and he sighed in content. You smelled so good, it was surreal.
âDonât feel bad. We are doing her a favour, are we not? Humans are despicable beings. Rotten to the core. We are saving her, protecting her for the othersâ a pale hand pushes a few stands of hair from your face.
âIâm glad we agree on that. I must admit that I am glad you showed her to meâ his fingers gently strokes your cheek. You would be happy with them and safe. You might need a little push, but he was determined.
Yandere Water Elf/ Nøkken (Eilifâs) Character Profile
Name: Eilif
Age: 1500+ (looks like he is in his twenties)
Gender: Male
Height: 193 cm
Weight: Unknown
Hair colour: Black with greenish undertones, itâs long and beautiful
Eye colour: Green with yellow around the pupils, they have an ethereal glow
Appearance: Pale skin, high cheekbones, has four razor sharp fangs (two in his upper jaw and two in his lower), long claw-like nails that he can retract at will, has webbed hands in his water form, has gills along his neck in his water form, his skin has no imperfections, has pointy ears
Personality: Introverted but not shy, cunning, intelligent, can appear to be very kind, but donât be fooled, enigmatic, wise, determined, he is eerily gentle with darling
Skills/ talents: Is an incredibly skilled hunter, a very good swimmer (but that is a given), can turn into a white stallion, can breath underwater, playing the fiddle, posses some magic, he can turn invisible and he can take the form of floating tree stumps or other floating objects, seems to be able to teleport?
Hobbies: Playing the fiddle, cooking, hunting people for sport and then eating them, making jewellery of bones and/ or beautiful gems, torturing unfortunate souls
How he is as a yandere: Obsessive, overprotective, possessive, manipulative, stalker, will take you away
Yandere danger level: To strangers 10/10. To darlings family or friends 7/10. To darling 6/10 / 7/10.
Trivia: Eilif is based on the Norwegian mythical creature: Nøkken (Nicker in English). Nøkken is a creature that loves in waters (preferably in lakes or rivers) and his favourite diet consists of humans or animals. He can take the form of a beautiful man who is seen playing the fiddle or harp, a stunning white horse or a more demonic form that looks like a monster. Nøkken is in the âfamilyâ with kelpies, but they are not the same.
He lures his victims to the water either by singing, playing the fiddle or harp, but sometimes he drags them underwater without luring them. If you call him by name, he loses his power over you. If he screams, it is a warning that a human is going to drown in the near future. Nøkken is especially dangerous after sunset.
When he has the form of a beautiful white horse, he will drown those who sits on his back, but if they manages to put a bridle on him, they will be saved.
Every year Nøkken needs an offering (a human drowning). The victim is either decided by fate or Nøkken himself. Even if the victim is saved from the drowning, the first time, they will not get away from their doom. The victim will get extremely thirsty and will ask for water. When they drink, they will die.