Posted on November 6, 2021 at 11:01:43 PM by Björn
A sigh lingers on his whiskered lips as she lifts her head to meet his gaze. Her forehead is warm and damp beneath his touch and his heart quickens as she strains. How he would give the world to ease her pains, to trade places with her so that she may never feel the bone jarring pains nor the contractions that spasm her body. "Þú hefur styrk stríðsmanns," he whispers into her ears as he gently presses his lips against the straining muscles of her neck. It is only a few tense moments before the filly is born, she squirms and protests the cold that now embraces her. A relived sigh slips from Björn's lips, a healthy dottir. "You have done well, my Queen," he murmurs as he once again buries his muzzle into her dark tresses. But his relief is short lived when, in she fails to rise as another contraction spasms and she gasps with pain. "What is it..." the words fade from his lips as she lays herself back down on her side - silence fills the cave - except for her quiet groans and laborious breaths. He did not understand what was happening before him, yet he remains quiet. A few tense moments pass between them until finally another foal appears beside the other. A daughter. A son. He could feel the tension and fear melt from his body as she heaves herself onto her hooves and begins to clean the foals. His heart hammers against his ribs. Twins? A blessed occasion. His glacial eyes are drawn to hers as she swivels her bald face and meets his gaze. For a moment they both just stare into each other's eyes as the realization washes over them and then she speaks, her words just above a whisper. I've been so blessed, Björn," he gently nods. They both have been blessed. "All that was taken from me… You gave me life, and love, and now them…” What can I do but love you for every moment of my life?” her muzzle presses gently against his and a shiver runs the length of his spine. "Oh but my love, we have saved each other," he breathes gently "my love for you runs deeper than the mountain's bedrock, it burns hotter than Surtr's flame, and will forever be yours even beyond the gates of Valhalla." He breathes her in deeply. Bera Konung of the Inlet Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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