twisted wonderland x reader ~Oneshots!~

Heya! i added some music this time, one of my favrotes. It fits better with the end though. i will make another part along with this, i just wanted to write about Vikings this time. And for requests if you are to scared to write a comment you can of course dm me, and i wont include your name if you wouldnt like that.

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"hell yeah, you bastards did it again" you said in a loud tone as you nudged your crewmate Dylas in his shoulder. He nudged you back but harder as if you where two little boys messing with eachother. You where a viking in Odin's land, Valhalla. You just came back from a raid and come back home to drink mead with your pals. Another sucsessfull Raid made your clan hanve a mighter name, a thing all members appreciated.  But it would be only awhile till you left again, more the reason to cellebrate. "Dylas, does thou want to go hunting tomorrow?" you spoke to your fellow friend. "sure i guess." He said as he took another sip from his jug. "ill have to make sure no one finds you and uses you to wipe there ass with!" he chucled along with more of your crew. "alwasy a quick one to speak eh dylas?" you smirked back with a smile. 

The icy wind of norway peirced your skin, but its nothing too bad. you heald a bow in your hand, arrows on your back. Dylas crouched beside you, quiet wating for deer or wolves to jump on. Dylas talked, this was unusuall becuse he was always quiet and focused during hunting trips thats why you brought him"hey y/n, was there a scripture about when a vikings life is complete, and where you dont die a coward?" this question did make sense, no viking wanted to die a caward thats why they all had that fiting sprit, if you die it should be with a legacy. You thought for a second then remebered an old sripture your dad taught to you: 

I' was a viking old my deeds told through manifold, no skald in song has told not saga taught thee, take heed that in thy verse thous dos thhe tale reherese. Else dread a dead mans curse for this i sought thee. Far in the northern land down by the wild baltics strand i with my childish hand tamed a ger falcon, and with my skates fast bound skimmed the half frozen ground, that the poor wimpering and hound trembled and walked on. For when i grew older i joind a cosairs crew oer' the dark sea i felw with the mauraders. Wild was the life we lead many of the souls that spead many of the hearts thet bleed by our stern orders. Once as i told in glee the tales of the stormy sea soft eyes did gaze upon me burning yet tender, as the wight stars shine down on the norway pine on that dark heart of mine felt there soft splendor. When death closed her mild blue eyes under that tower she lies ner' shall the sun arise as such another. Thus with many scars bursting up these prision bars up to its native stars my soul has asended. Down by the founding bowl deep drinks the worriors soul skoal! to the northern land skoal! thus the tale ended.'-skeleton in aurmor buy Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (this was my frensics peice a long time ago so i dont know if i got it all right, sorry!)

"dylas, i think you dont fall a coward when you feel complete,maybe im wrong Thus you must be happy in your eyes to be happy in anothers." you spoke. "damn you sound like a skald at this point, maybe thou's dads teachings did pay off." he chukled. 

The next morning you walked down to your crew, your heavy chain armor jungling as you went. The boat was ready, and you hopped on. then you noticed a new person amust the crew, "who is thou?" you asked them, the rest of the crew looked at you. the guy with long brown hair and bright green eyes said nothing, Then another mener spoke,"his name is Leona, he will be in our crew from now fourth" he smiled, you smiled back and returned to your spot on the ship as you left wondered about the new memer "why didnt anyone tell me" you thought but then decided to ask Dylas later. The men on the ship began to sing that all fermilliar tune about what his mother told him as you sailed the icy seas.