{fanfic} M'wife

Sep. 22nd, 2012 10:32 am
narva: (Su Shi)
Title: M'wife.
Rating: A
Characters/pairings: fem!Su/male!Fin, male!Nor/fem!Den, Ice; Set some point during the Kalmar Union
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Warnings: Sweden and Denmark are genderbent/sexswitched; this takes place in a sauna = everyone's naked; very light mentioned violence; mention of impotence.
Summary: There actually IS a reason why Sweden calls Finland her wife.
Beta: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] cognitiveleague!
Notes: Written two years ago for the Nordic 5 Secret santa Exchange but I still love it and wanted to edit it slightly and hnghhhh I just love this piece.

( That this time, for once, something didn't start with Sweden and Denmark getting into a fight. )
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Hetalia, Shadowrun, oWoD, DiR, Tolkien.

When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn it back;
Three from the circle, three from the track;
Wood, bronze, iron; water, fire, stone;
Five will return, and one go alone.

Iron for the birthday, bronze carried long;
Wood from the burning, stone out of song;
Fire in the candle-ring, water from the thaw;
Six Signs the circle, and the grail gone before.

Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold
Played to wake the Sleepers, oldest of the old;
Power from the greenwitch, lost beneath the sea;
All shall find the light at last, silver on the tree.

On the day of the dead, when the year too dies,
Must the youngest open the oldest hills
Through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks.
There fire shall fly from the raven boy,
And the silver eyes that see the wind,
And the light shall have the harp of gold.

By the pleasant lake the Sleepers lie,
On Cadfan’s Way where the kestrels call;
Though grim from the Grey King shadows fall,
Yet singing the golden harp shall guide
To break their sleep and bid them ride.

When light from the lost land shall return,
Six Sleepers shall ride, six Signs shall burn,
And where the midsummer tree grows tall
By Pendragon’s sword the Dark shall fall.

Y maent yr mynyddoedd yn canu,
ac y mae’r arglwyddes yn dod.