#wulfhere

soft alfred & uhtred moments 1/∞ bonus:

🎉🎉🎉~Happy birthday Mr. Sean Gilder!~🎉🎉🎉

~March 1st, 1964~

I hope it's as wonderful as you are! Thank you for being you, sir!

This is still easier than writing full chapters 😅🤣

Hope it's enjoyable!

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To help pass the time while Wulfhere recovers, Friga takes up telling him folktales and legends of the gods. The interaction that started this habit went as follows.

Friga sits in silence, working on a new tunic to replace Wulfhere's tattered one.  She notices Wulfhere trying to shift positions, wincing and grunting as he tries to do so. His pain is still intense, Friga pours more of her tonic for him. As she helps him drink it, she speaks. 

Friga: How about I tell you some folk tales 'til sleep takes you.

Wulfhere: *finishes the drink with a grimace and looks up to Friga* If you like.

Friga: *a small smile crosses her lips* I do indeed. *goes to retrieve the wine that helps the tonic to go down easier* I'll tell you the tale of how the mighty Odin lost an eye for wisdom! 

Wulfhere listens to her tale with closed eyes. Hearing Friga's gentle but animated voice in his mind, he is distracted from the pain and sleep eventually takes him. Friga stops her tale when she can see Wulfhere is asleep, and goes to bed herself.

Friga told stories as she changed Wulfhere's bandages the next day, which helped Wulfhere kept his mind distracted from the painful changings. 

Wulfhere finds himself deriving comfort from Friga's voice, and he looks forward to her storytelling. 

Wulfhere would stop Friga mid sentence to ask questions, which at first Frigga found annoying. But after a few times it became endearing to her. Because she realized it meant that Wulfhere was not only listening to her, but he was also interested in the tale. And several times, he had made her laugh with his facial expressions and disbelief at the story's events.

Wulfhere: *scoffs* That's absurd! Loki turning into a horse and then becoming pregnant?! 

Friga: *laughing* Absurd perhaps but tis true none the less!

Wulfhere: *shakes his head and looks away* New story. This one is too ridiculous for me.

Friga: *huffs in annoyance* Oh fine. The tale was practically over anyway. 

Wulfhere: *looks over to her and mumbles* Well...how much was left?

Friga: *smirks at his renewed interest* Just a bit more.

Wulfhere: That's not too bad. *closes his eyes once again* You can continue then. 

Friga smiles as she ends the tale of Loki and the birth of Sliepnir. Wulfhere is quiet now, and Friga wonders if he's already asleep. As she rises from her chair by the fire, she hears Wulfhere's soft voice.

Wulfhere: Can you tell another, Friga? 

Friga: *slightly surprised by the softness in his voice, as if Wulfhere doesn't want Friga to stop talking* well...I'm afraid I've run out of stories of the gods. 

Wulfhere: *looks away disappointed* oh...well um..*grimaces as he tries to reposition himself*

Friga: *finds herself wanting to ease his pain as much as possible and speaks* perhaps...a folktale? I don't know many but…

Wulfhere: *smiles a weak smile at her* I'd like that. You can even make it up as you go, I don't care. *his eyes begin to close sleepily as he whispers* so long as I...hear your voice…

Friga's heart feels a soft flutter at his words and she smiles. So she begins a tale, her voice more gentle, like a lullaby. 

There are times during the day that Friga sings as she does her gardening outside, and Wulfhere is soothed by her singing. 

When she is working indoors, she hums absent-mindedly.

I’m giving Wulfhere a happy ending in my head. <333

In the series he was brutally stabbed and murdered, soooo I’ll change it to he was severely wounded and presumed dead. *wink-wink*

Friga(pronounced Freega) is a healing witch who’s hut was close by to the attack on the danes vs. romans that Wulfhere fought in. 

She searches for men who are presumed dead in hopes of healing them. And she finds Wulfhere on the battlefield clinging to life. So she drags him to her hut and sutures his wounds. Wulfhere wakes the next morning to find himself in Friga’s hut being cared for. Friga tells him he needs to take it easy while his wounds heal. 

Romance happens during Wulfhere’s time in Friga’s hut. *waggles eyebrows*

(He’s in his armor because I don’t know what else to put him in fuck)

Anyways, I enjoyed drawing this and hope others enjoy it too. <3

Made a moodboard for Wulfhere and Friga <333

I remembered I had a few pictures of myself in fur and make up, so yes, that woman is me from a decade ago! XD

The text I came up with myself hehe

Because @captain-dad makes awesome edits, I tried my own for informing Wulfhere of his new nickname. XD

This was fun to make and I took pics of myself which is new for me*blushes* <3<3<3