Neverwinter Forest Moon, a hole of light

hárkonungr relished in her innocence. the moon daughter would be his, if not already— she is— and wed before the altars of urðhalla, basking in her light before the greats. they will be revered, sought after, worshipped.

his nose pushed against her temple, planting a kiss with his tongue against her soft, white furs. a warm breath fanned from his mouth, a low sound in the back of his throat as she uttered the word from her perfect lips.

call me anything, he breathed. deeply he inhaled her scent, seeking to swallow her whole. call me hárkonungr, sólhárr, hjartsláttur.

he let their eyes connect— sparks, a shooting star, himinráfn heard their calls. blessed by his moongirl, draped against his side. happy is what he was. admired her for her youth, cloaked by the wrath of seiðkona that he knew she was.

stripped bare, vulnerable. he too, could be himself.

so long as you call me, elska. i will be happy.