Could I request a scenario where Thorgil marries an ex slave girl and he defends her when his mother is being a bitch again
A/N: sorry this took so long 🙇🏼♀️
Warnings: Thorgil’s mother being ..her. Swearing.
It was the usual on Ketil’s farm.
Thorgil was bonding with brother Olmar, teaching how to use a sword properly. Even if his younger brother said he didn’t need any lessons. Thorgil have Olmar a tip and then downed the ale in one moment before his younger brother asked him out of the blue,
“How are you and your wife brother? I bet you’re excited.”
“Hm? Of course, why do you think I married her?”
“Right, even though of her background-“
“What about her background?”
Olmar instantly regretted saying anything as Thorgil crushed his drinking horn giving Olmar a pissed off look making him cower behind a nearby tree.
“Don’t look at me like that brother! I didn’t even know of her past until mother said something!”
Olmar stuttered most of his words but Thorgil made out what he said as he then had a look of confusion as he pouted his upper lip. Thorgil told his father about his wife’s past but he didn’t tell his mother, but as he thought it was possible his father told.
“When did mother mention (Name), Olmar?”
“Hm? Oh, the other day. She mentioned how she should be plowing the fields or-“
Olmar stopped talking when he heard his brother walk away and while Olmar wasn’t an warrior of any sorts he knew his and he knew his brother was livid. Not one for missing the action the younger brother followed him.
“This is disgusting. My son would never eat this.”
A plate full of meat and vegetables was thrown against the wall and food was everywhere as Arnheid and (Name) winced at the plate shattering into small pieces. Thorgil’s mother had a look of disgust on her face at her supposed daughter in law.
“A slave who can’t properly cook is a waste of space. Oh, how my son should have married someone more capable. What a disgrace.”
“But-“
“What did you do girl? Did you somehow put a spell on him? Whatever, clean this up at once girl-“
Thorgil’s mother was just about to leave when she bumped into someone, a tall someone. Looking up it was indeed her son who was anything but pleased as a cold shiver went up her back and (Name)’s for that matter. Quickly smiling and backing up a bit Thorgil’s mother tried to soothe the situation knowing Thorgil heard everything she said, however it was a bit too late.
The only thing Thorgil told (Name) was “I need to have a talk with fucking mother. Leave.” Both Arnheid and (Name) didn’t have to be told twice as both left while by passing a curious Olmar. Soon enough, the whole farm heard a few crash noises and of course Thorgil yelling and swearing at his mother that made everyone cover their ears.
Ketil was away on some business and had made it back home. The moment he stepped through the door he just knew something had happened. His family was sitting around the table eating but the atmosphere was tense and if he knew better his wife was in a better mood. Welcoming his daughter in law he gave her a gift, a few clothes he picked up while away.
They looked expensive.
While Thorgil’s mother didn’t like the sight of (Name) having fancy new clothes, she was silent. Didn’t speak a word. On contrary, she asked (Name) if she was hungry and that she would get her something. Thorgil however had other plans as he told his father that he and (Name) were going to their room. While Ketil protested saying that he just arrived, however Thorgil had a word with his father and while Thorgil was rough with his words with his mother he was a lot more calmer with his word with his father about his wife.
Thorgil that night made sure his wife was tended to and that she didn’t feel bad about what his mother said to her. While he was rough with his love making he had his moment where he was thoughtful and passionate.
After all she was his wife and it was his job to make sure she was taken care of and he would defend her against any enemy.
Even if that enemy was his mother.
✨Rukia-Writes✨
