#f!eivor

always thinking about this. Never letting it go.

- a desperate reader who's thinking on a weekly basis about eivor and randvi drunk in love + trying to sneak around the village 🥹

Hello my sweet anon! Thank you so much for asking.

Ahhh my motivation is going on and off with the story, especially with the reception if it. But hey, seeing this message really helps and I'm really trying to make the story as enjoyable as I can. So I can't thank you enough for your encouragement💙💙🫶🏽

I'm halfway through the next chapter and will even give you a sneak-peek bc ily:

" It’s a quiet life they’ve built here, for each other, for their children. Randvi misses the thrill of the raids, the rush of battle. However, this – a peaceful, secluded farm life outside the violence is not what she’d expected, but it works for her. She’s happy here, she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else on Midgard."

AND art for you because like, seriously, this message makes my day

Remember how I said "Profile view" and "Eivor's long hair" are the bane of my existence?

Randivor nose kiss.

Ahh! I hope that you're doing alright and everything goes well for you! <3 I'm going to assume you meant female Eivor because I get loads more requests for her than for male Eivor but if I'm wrong, I'll make a genderbent version for you xx

"Go to sleep..." Eivor mumbled, readjusting her arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to her body.

"I am." You protested sleepily, knowing full well that you had been moving around constantly in search of getting into a comfortable position.

The bed was warm under the thick furs that covered it, Eivor's body pressed flush against yours, a fire burning on the other side of the room to repel England's winter air. The light from the fire was the only illumination in the room, painting the both of you in warm hues and casting dancing shadows around the edges of the room. You nuzzled your face against her scarred neck and sighed deeply, taking in the scent that was just uniquely her.

Eivor 😚