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she told solharr he must come away with her at once.

he would know that the time had come upon them.

in the cold air of a winter morning, she was gone. running free beyond the woodlands they had made their home. here was hotsprings that overwhelmed the senses in all ways. warmth and smell alike.

she did not know if this would be their resting place for the days they might spend as newlyweds, but it would be the first.

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sólhárr came at once, his towering form cutting through the winter landscape with urgency and purpose. her call stirred something primal in him, a blend of protectiveness and anticipation that quickened his steps. when he found her, the warmth of the hotsprings clashing with the frigid air around them, he slowed, his gold eye locking onto her like she was the only thing that mattered.

wife, he rumbled, his voice low but filled with a fierce, protective undertone. without hesitation, he closed the distance between them, brushing his muzzle along her shoulder, down to the curve of her neck. he lingered there, his breath warm against her fur, as though grounding himself in her presence.

you run so far, he murmured, his lips brushing the edge of her ear. his tone was teasing, but there was a tension beneath it, a quiet worry that he couldn’t quite hide. his broad frame shifted closer, almost encircling her as his touch remained, firm and unyielding. you’re mine, now. no slipping away.

his gaze softened slightly as he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. you found us a place, he said, glancing around the steamy expanse. his touch lingered on her side, grounding her as much as it anchored him. this will do, he added, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, though his tone carried no doubt. it would do because she had chosen it.
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eiginmaður,

a new word! tested upon her tongue with favorable boldness now. husband she called him — she hoped! weeks had been spent learning words for his ears in his tongue. she meant now to wash them over him for pleasurable listening.

i will be yours here. i will be yours in the mountains. then perhaps once more in the field before we return home...

she leaned into him almost wishing to end the talking now. yet she found herself like a drunken poet, spilling forth each thought that radiated in the warmth between them.

i will hunt with you. i will share blood with you —

and from it new life will grow.

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eiginmaður.

the sound of it pulled a low, rumbling growl from deep in his chest, something primal and possessive. his wife—his wife—claiming him in ways that no others could.

mine, he rumbled, his voice rough, frayed by the hunger that simmered just beneath his skin. the word was simple, but it carried the weight of his every thought. the mountains, the fields, the blood—she spoke of them, yet all sólhárr could focus on was her. the way her body leaned into his, the warmth that radiated from her like a flame he couldn’t resist.

he drew her closer, the tension in his body coiled tight, ready to spring. his teeth brushed the curve of her ear, his voice low and hungry. you speak of sharing blood—then let’s begin now. his lips curled into something between a snarl and a grin, the fire in his veins demanding more of her, all of her.

callyope, his everything, his always. the mountains could wait, the fields could wait. but her? never.
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she can't breathe.

it is not for fear or for worry or for anything bad. it is for the overwhelming good, the way her senses seemed to open in ways she had not known before.

the creation of the world lived between them now.

they had made forneskja and now — they would make their future in blood.

she kissed him once, twice, beneath that wild woodsman grin. she welcomed him in full. in heart, in spirit, in body.

her husband.

a man meant to be such — one she trusted to make father to moon-blooded children.

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sólhárr leaned into her, the golden blaze of his single eye softening to molten warmth as her kisses found him. her breath against his fur, her touch upon his skin—each one felt like the forging of something ancient and unyielding.

his love was not fragile, but he was gentle. it was the roar of a storm against cliffs, the unrelenting fire that melted steel to shape swords. she welcomed him, and he answered with reverence, with power, with everything that he was.

his calloused lips sought hers, a silent promise spoken through the press of their bodies. the woods around them seemed to hold its breath, the trees witnesses to their union, the earth beneath them thrumming with life.

they were creators now, bound by a devotion that ran as deep as the roots of the mountains. their love a hymn sung to máni, to the gods of the moon and earth, their future etched into the stars above.

and as the night deepened, forneskja held its king and queen in its embrace, their shadows melting into one as the world turned quiet.
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she knew only him.

only his love, only his devotion. she did not think of a single other thing through the long expanse of time spent together.

she forgot others existed. she forgot that the moon and stars had not been hung only for their enjoyment. the world did not turn only to give them endless days with each other.



she kissed him again after it all. then daringly slunk into the hot springs that steamed with a promised warmth. the smell did not deter her when the healing from the warm waters promised such sweet relief.

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they did not need to go home so quick.

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sólhárr did not hesitate.

the moment the invitation left her lips, he was stepping forward, muscles rippling beneath his thick coat as he moved toward her. steam curled around him, rising in ghostly tendrils as he waded in, the heat sinking into his bones, soothing the wear of their days.

but more than the water, it was her presence that eased him.

he reached for her, pulling her close with a firm yet gentle touch, letting their bodies settle into the warmth together. he would not waste these moments—these rare, tender seconds where the world beyond them did not matter.

his nose brushed against her cheek, lingering. mm, a deep sound of contentment rumbled from his chest. my wife.

he would keep her here as long as she wished.
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his wife.

it never failed to cause great roars of love within her heart. how content she was with him! more than content. she never wanted for anything — not food, not love, not shelter, not affection.

sólhárr was as a man should be, a husband should be.

i dream of great sons with the strength of bear, boar and rams — she started with as she stayed near him, even in the warmth of the waters. and moon blessed daughters who see things beyond the eyes.

what of him?

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sólhárr hummed, a deep, thoughtful sound as he pulled her closer, his tongue smoothing over her damp fur with slow, deliberate strokes. he would see her clean, healthy—he wished for nothing less for them both. these waters, these moments, were not just for pleasure but for renewal.

i wish the same, he murmured between ministrations, voice warm, steady. strong sons, wise daughters. a family that will endure long after we are gone. he paused, letting his nose rest briefly against the curve of her jaw.

then, a thought came, and his golden gaze flicked to hers. do you know what iruna wishes for our son? he asked, lifting his head slightly. she speaks of a future—of her daughter, not yet born, meant to be wed to ours.

his voice was unreadable, neither for nor against the idea. but he wanted to hear callyope’s thoughts, to know what his wife wished for their legacy.
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he was unreadable but her? amber eyes became something warm and musing. a sly little smile played across features that carried the tiredness of their escapades.

it seemed there were no words of the woods that did not pass through both of their ears.

i have whispered my wishes into her ears, hárkonungr. her voice is playful and yet she knows the weight of this conversation. only there are no worries or fear in her heart.

a daughter that has the spirit of sögumaðr and læknir for a ram-strength son of our union. it secures them, it secures us.

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smart, he mused, dipping his muzzle to brush his nose against her damp fur. strong sons, wise daughters… all bound to something greater than themselves.

his teeth grazed over the curve of her shoulder, his voice quiet, considering. it is a good match, he admitted, though his words came slowly, measured. a healer, a keeper of stories. she will temper him, teach him balance.

he pulled back just enough to catch her gaze again, a flicker of amusement beneath his steady intensity. but what of us, callyope? does this future secure us? or do you simply enjoy whispering your wishes into ears?
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she kissed his chin, seeking to soothe.

it is that ram-strength son who one day fills your place, eiginmaður. many and many moons from now, but we must think of it in the time we have. another kiss. one for only the love she felt for him and for whatever came from their continued unions.

it is our legacy that we etch into each life we speak of.

it is our blood and spirits shed for forneskja's very first days.

every time we speak of the future, every wish whispered into the ears of our trusted, that is securing us.

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sólhárr exhaled slow, steady. her words were a balm, her kisses an anchor. his hands—his teeth, his spirit—had carved out the path they walked, but she, she was the one who gave it breath.

he pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes for a brief moment, letting the weight of her words settle into his bones. a son to fill his place. a legacy written in blood and sacrifice.

then let them whisper of us long after we are gone, he murmured, voice low, rough with something unspoken. his fingers trailed through the dampness of her fur, reverent. let them know our names, know what we built—what we bled for.

his golden gaze found hers again, something fierce, something tender. but not yet, callyope. a smirk, sharp and fond. not for many, many moons.
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