*Viking!Denmark X Reader X Viking!Nordics*
The days were harsh upon the Northen lands,as wind blew cold,ruining the already weak plants which were supposed to feed people around.
Denmark didn't seem to have though such a burdening weather as the other three countries,though when wind came and hit the shore,it just seemed to sweep everything in its way - as the inhabitants did with the conquered lands.
Accustomed to the sunny days from down south - which rarely were either cold or rainy - (Name) couldn't help but feel both sick and gloomy.It had a great impact onto her,not to tell the fact that she was a stranger among people she couldn't trust.
What really kept her alive was the thought that (Brother's Name) has probably reached the extrem southern area,brought to shore by gentle people and taken care of greatly - instead of cold nipping at his skin,he bathed in raw warm sunrays,instead of his lips bruised by frostbit,they were dried from the hot summer air - that kept her heart at peace for a little bit.
Closing her tired eyelids,hair sticking up from the effort she previously undergo,one of her temples against the wooden part of the front door,she felt once again back to her homeland - as a beautiful illusion,the emerald green grass kissed by the sun's gentle rays developed in front of her,children from around the village begging the (h/c) to narrate a fairytale which they lived - gasping here and there,their petite eyes widening in surprise,throwing their palms over their mouths - all of that was a soothing image for her soul,tears pricking at the corner of her eyes and silently escaping the now dull (e/c) orbs.
Stubbornly wiping the tears away with the back of her palm,(Name) decided it was the best to finish the chores before Matthias was going to reach the home they shared.
If it wasn't for the tall Dane to be so agresive and for the (nationality) girl to be his slave,they were almost to pass by as a couple - staying under the same roof,the female preoccupied with the cleaning and taking care of Magne,the blonde going out hunting and bringing firewoods home.
Checking onto the small boy,(Name)'s lips curled up into a smile as he was sound asleep,his breath inaudible as he clinged with his tightened fists onto the blanket which the female drapped better over him.
Looking down at the basket full of clothes and then at the weather outside,she couldn't help but sigh - but took the coat over her shoulders and went outside.
Even if the Danish land was mostly perfect curved hills,the more one advanced towards the coast line,it became more of a frightening view,scaring people off,hard to climb then even more hard to descend as it became abrupt.
Getting to the edge of the lake,the (h/c) got onto her knees,putting the basket near the water and getting one of the clothes there - trying to dip them deep into the water,the female cringed at the coldness,though she didn't complain and did what was supposed to and went further on.
The way back was a shake of her abnormal red hands,purple bruises across them.But when (Name) finally reached the warmth of the house,she felt genuinely blessed.
Having everything prepared,she sat down in front of the burning fire,feeling once again her hands - though the bruises were still there.
Hearing the front door hit the wall,only to be shortly closed,her (e/c) eyes met the three Viking males who made their way to the main room.
Motioning for the female to make her leave,she nodded in approval,not daring to say a single words besides a greet - the Swede's navy blue eyes went straight for her hands,scrunching his nose in disapproval.
"Vad gör ar du?Hon är en kvinna, inte en slav!" Berwald's deep accented voice cut through the warm atmosphere,low and threatening.
"Vad vet du om det?" the Dane answered,his light blonde eyebrow cocking in an arrogant manner.
"Nog!" the third male requested,his voice as monotonous as ever.
(Name) placed her body against the hard wall,hearing the Northen males talk something onto a whispered tone - her hearing became suddently acute,though the only things she could make out of the dialogue was only 'krig','dödsrädd' and 'hatat' - but that wasn't enough to comprehend.
Maybe it was nothing to find out - and maybe,just maybe,it was for the best that she didn't know.
First snow fell upon the Danish land,more of a timid powder of the frozen flakes from the gray canvas.It wasn't even half way through October as that happened,but considering the cold winds which always pinched at the exposed skin even in the spring,the female brushed it off,seeing people act as always - so she came to the conclusion it wasn't such a wonder,as she thought about it.
Keeping the basket full of medicinal herbs onto her arm,she kept close,swaying it a little as she tried remembering one of those tunes she used to hum back in her homeland.
As she advanced to the medium sized home,snowflakes got caught into her (h/l) (h/c) locks,glimmering shyly.Reaching her destination,she got rid of the oversized coat at the entrance,making it to the main room,warmth embracing her petite form.
Matthias' gaze followed her,studying how her soft cheeks were a soft red from the coldness outside,the already melted snowflakes still glimmering into her hair,making it look lighter,those orbs which played into her orbits extremly deep and not so dull anymore.
The small Danish boy gasped in surprise,throwing himself into the female's direction,hugging her legs tight,as if his whole life depended on it.
The Viking loved those moments when she came back and Magne was so happy about it,because those were the only seconds when (Name) actually smiled one caring and maternal smile towards the boy.
But as soon as it came,as fast it disappeared,especially when she met the Dane's ocean blue gaze.
"Have you taken those stupid herbs of yours woman?" Matthias demanded,pointing for her to sit across from him.
"They are not stupid!Something which is useful in treating injuries and has its purpose is not stupid.You may call weeds that,because they don't help at all,but everything has its own use!" (Name) responded in the same manner,though her voice soft and more of an argument for what the male just said,arranging the down part of her dress in order to sit better.
"And to answer your question,yes,I did!" she sighed,toring her gaze away from his.
The (e/c) eyes of the female seemed lost as she watched in amazement the sparks dance,as if it was some sort of spectacle and it said a whole story.
Everytime Magne got them a little bit closer one to the other's soul,it was either Matthias refusing it,acting like he firstly promised he would,or (Name),who choose to put a veil in between them two and play her role.
Magne was long tucked under the covers,but that wasn't all.The thing which was unnerving and caused (Name) to stay up that late was the fact that the Danish male hasn't arrived yet from where he was.
He usually was there by the time the boy had to go to sleep or if it was to be off at war,he would have mentioned this either to her or to the infant.But he didn't and that kept the (h/c) up,to panic and feel insecure.
Placing a hand over her stomach while pacing in the main room,the female felt stupid all of a sudden - why did she care about Matthias?Wouldn't it be for the best if he died in battle?She would be free to go and she could take Magne with her,raise him as her younger brother.
She would no longer be a slave and could go down south,take the land she inherited and build everything from scratch.Having both (Brother's Name) and Magne and being able to heal people was all she need - she needed peace.
Then why the thought of the Danish Viking made her heart ache?Was she really in love with him after the harsh treatment?That was insane - but for the moment,it seemed the only logical explanation.
The front door opened,hitting the wall,so the (h/c) assumed it was only the wind - though hearing it close back,she was sure that someone came.
Matthias was there - and her heart was at pace - but the sight of a bloodied Lukas made her cringe.
She motioned for the tall blonde to put him on the blanket she threw onto the ground,near the fire,gathering the stuff she needed - a small pot with cold water in which she placed some herbs and stirred,another one with warm water and some unused cloth.
Placing the white cloth into the cold water,she started working onto the several wounds,causing bleeding to stop as she pressed harder onto the spot.Lukas didn't seem to give any sign of waking up and that made her feel insecure - his pale body seemed quite torn up and the wounds could have infected if she wasn't to use something to clean them better.But what?
Her (e/c) eyes franatically searching for something she could use,(Name) asked Matthias for the bottle of alcohool to which he complied.
Just when the Norwegian felt the power of alcohool soaked cloth against his injuries he cringed in pain,his eyes still shut close.
After a work of hours - which seemed like years to the female - she finally managed to patch up every single wound Lukas had,combing delicately his hair out of his face.
"He is going to be fine!I am going to prepare a lotion for his wounds to dry and for him to get better sooner!" the (h/c) sighed,standing from her place near the Norwegian's sleeping form.
"You better be telling the truth!" Matthias said in between his grithed teeth,his ocean blue gaze upon the other Viking's body.
"Let me see that!" (Name) requested,at which the Danish male complied for once.
Cleaning his wounds with care,Matthias couldn't help but look down at her - she was so gentle,unlike her defensive state,applying with care the bandages she made out of clean clothes the male didn't use.
"You really seem to care about him!" the (h/c) spoke into a low,soft voice.
"But I guess that is not my care either!" she continued,fastening the last knot upon the white cloth.
"Ja!That's right! Not your care..." the Viking responded half heartedly,watching as she drapped a thin blanket over her shoulders,getting near the front door.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" he asked,his eyes travelling to the place where she looked.
"That would be reckless and so unlike me!I assume we are in danger if you and master Lukas came wounded as this!I'll just be on guard for tonight and tomorrow I'll start preparing the moisture!" (Name) responded,feeling a little bit better after the male's attention.
"Not that I actually care... But you might get harmed and you make a pretty good slave!" Matthias said,'tsk' ing as he took a wooden chair next to hers.
In the spur of the moment,one of his fierce arms encircled her waist,bringing the (h/c) into his lap.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" (Name) protested,obviously flustered by the current situation - but her struggle to get out of his grasp was in vain.
"Just being a wonderful master,so don't complain,or I'll be sure to cut your lungs!" the blonde responded,a wolf like smile painted across his features as he said that.
It was going to be a long night...