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Hold Fast [Estonia/Finland]
Title: Hold Fast
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 10+
Length: 370
Summary: Finland takes care of Estonia after an attack from Denmark. Early medieval period.
Other: Written for a rarepair ficlet challenge at the APH anon meme. (Original post)
Hold Fast
Noise and shouting and people running. The air was thick with fear, smelled of it, but there was an undercurrent of anger, too, and it was quickly rising.
They came on the boats, those ones. He had clashed against them before, and surely he would see them again - but that did not matter, as this moment was his only concern. Get everyone to safety. Yes. In the din and the smoke he could see him, that one with the wolf's grin on his face, huge as a mountain and wielding an axe big as a tree pulled up by the roots. There he was.
By all the gods, he'd caught sight, and was coming closer.
He blacked out shortly after that.
He could hear singing in the darkness. As he slowly regained consciousness he listened and steadily became more aware of the voice and the words.
A healing song.
You will go together, you flesh
You will go together, you bones
Solid as a well-made shelter
For you love yourself so
As the quiet words registered, he cracked open his eyes, then shut them tightly. Though the light was dim, it stung. At that point he became acutely aware of the pain shooting through him and he let out a low groan.
"Ah, you're awake."
"Nngh." He opened his eyes once again and blinked slowly, forcing himself to adjust in spite of the pain, as in the dim light he saw a familiar face smiling at him with endlessly welcome warmth. "S-sss." His throat was dry. He wetted his lips, then tried again. "Soome."
"Shhh." Two fingers pressed to his mouth. "Don't speak. Just rest."
Drink was offered, and he accepted. As he drank eagerly, the words continued, quiet as a breeze's whisper. "And you will go together, you skin, and blood, you will flow in your path... You took quite a beating, my love." A pause. "You'll be all right. You just need rest." Those words were accompanied by a quiet sigh and a gentle hand stroking his cheek. "Broken ribs. He wasn't here long." Having said his piece, he resumed his singing.
They both knew that the time of healing would have to be quick. They both knew that one would come again.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 10+
Length: 370
Summary: Finland takes care of Estonia after an attack from Denmark. Early medieval period.
Other: Written for a rarepair ficlet challenge at the APH anon meme. (Original post)
Hold Fast
Noise and shouting and people running. The air was thick with fear, smelled of it, but there was an undercurrent of anger, too, and it was quickly rising.
They came on the boats, those ones. He had clashed against them before, and surely he would see them again - but that did not matter, as this moment was his only concern. Get everyone to safety. Yes. In the din and the smoke he could see him, that one with the wolf's grin on his face, huge as a mountain and wielding an axe big as a tree pulled up by the roots. There he was.
By all the gods, he'd caught sight, and was coming closer.
He blacked out shortly after that.
He could hear singing in the darkness. As he slowly regained consciousness he listened and steadily became more aware of the voice and the words.
A healing song.
You will go together, you flesh
You will go together, you bones
Solid as a well-made shelter
For you love yourself so
As the quiet words registered, he cracked open his eyes, then shut them tightly. Though the light was dim, it stung. At that point he became acutely aware of the pain shooting through him and he let out a low groan.
"Ah, you're awake."
"Nngh." He opened his eyes once again and blinked slowly, forcing himself to adjust in spite of the pain, as in the dim light he saw a familiar face smiling at him with endlessly welcome warmth. "S-sss." His throat was dry. He wetted his lips, then tried again. "Soome."
"Shhh." Two fingers pressed to his mouth. "Don't speak. Just rest."
Drink was offered, and he accepted. As he drank eagerly, the words continued, quiet as a breeze's whisper. "And you will go together, you skin, and blood, you will flow in your path... You took quite a beating, my love." A pause. "You'll be all right. You just need rest." Those words were accompanied by a quiet sigh and a gentle hand stroking his cheek. "Broken ribs. He wasn't here long." Having said his piece, he resumed his singing.
They both knew that the time of healing would have to be quick. They both knew that one would come again.