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She is unhappy still that Wildfire dared to ask such a thing of Gavriel when Gyda believed that she had no right. Perhaps it is unfair of her but Gyda did not find it within herself to care. She had half a mind to talk to the girl herself. Perhaps she would. What was the worse that could happen? Thuringwethil would kick her out and yet the viking queen thought for a wild moment that perhaps it would be better. At least then, should Gavriel change his mind, she would not have to see the after math of a union she did not want him to have. It was not her place to say but she would not have to feel the pain that she knew it would cause her to see Wildfire grow round with his children. Gyda had not meant to care for Gavriel as she has come to. In fact, things had not gone how she had planned them back then at all. Yet the change was not unpleasant. Up until this moment. For a second something catches in her throat and it is hard for the shield-maiden to breathe. Hard for her to process.

She would take no other man but Gavriel. She knew this. Had known it from the start. And Gyda knew sure as hell that she did not want Wildfire to have him to. Who does she think she is? A thought — and not the first time she had considered it — rose to the forefront of her mind. She listens to him speak, unsure if she found an answer in his words or not. “No, I do not want her at the helm.” Gyda spoke sourly, though if it was because she was still stewing over the whole Wildfire thing (probably) and because she was reminded of the Fos Goufa she would rather forget she could not say. Both, perhaps.

She inhaled deeply and let it out. It did not help. Among the anger that bubbled within her, the rise of a potential threat not just to her but to her children she felt anxiety. “Gavriel,” Gyda reached out for him a second before she pulled back, hesitant. “As you were honest with me, I must be honest with you,” Gyda began, steeling her shoulders. This wasn't easy but she found it wasn't easy for her because she was afraid of his rejection. She, who had never thought she would ever care about what a male thought of her, now cared greatly about Gavriel's opinion. “I do not want you to father Wildfire's children.” She told him point blank. It was brazen of her, she knew. She had no right, she knew. But she wanted to be honest and she would tell him her reasons. “Before you say anything, please let me explain, I have grown to care for a great deal over the months,” Did she love him? Very possible. Did she know for sure? Harder to say. Ragnar and Thistle's relationship, and even Ragnar and Nerian's relationship were not typical love stories and it was all that Gyda had to pull from. “You are a constant presence in my life, both as the father of our children and as a companion to me. I understand if you do not feel the same,” She paused, taking a deep breath. Again, it did not help. Her lungs filled with crisp air that did not soothe her. “but I was hoping that, perhaps, you might be my mate.” Gods she was nervous. It was likely the worst time, but then again, what better time than to explain. It was the truth.

He could do with it what he would. He did not have to accept. She would not force him. He was his own man and would do as he wanted. They could go back to being parents to their children and fellow Gona's. At least, if she was met with rejection she could process everything and move on.

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