The request:
Author's Notes | I went for variations of their names so the child can be named after them without taking the same name, ok?
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon
⁑ Warnings: None
Björn would be stressed out since the beginning of her labor so, finally being able to come into her room and see the baby would be already a relief for him - even more intense after seeing her husband was too soft for his patterns.
But it is the name of the child that's said right after she gives his grandson in her hands that really makes his heart melt into his chest.
"I couldn't be happier, my child. Bjørn... The gods brought me you and you gave me this beautiful little bear as a gift. I'll never be grateful enough."
Ubbe is more patient. He knows it is not his turn to be inside with his daughter during the labor but regrets intensely not to have fought for the position when he realizes his son in law fainted instead of being strong enough to be by her side.
When the child is introduced to him, his eyes can't hold the emotion or pretend there aren't tears to be cried.
"Hubba... A little me. *emotional giggle* You couldn't spoil me more, my little princess."
Hvitserk wouldn't really wait to be called into the room and he would come in on time to see his son in law fainting and stand beside his daughter during the end of her labor in his place - the reason why the child is named Vitsärk, after him, for his biggest smile.
"You should call him Hvitserksgrandsson instead of giving him this soft douchebag's name. Look at him... Sleeping as his son comes into this world. I would never want to close my eyes in such a moment..."
Sigurd can't really hold back the giggle when the child's father is found fainted on the ground, but he comes near, more interested in seeing his grandson.
He smiles bigger when the name is announced as a variation of his own, to name the child after him, not as a mention of the others before him other than himself.
"Siegfried. Sounds powerful. It will be a pleasure to teach him the story of his name and to be here... By his side, along with you, my sweet little girl."
Ivar is angry and growling in agony for they don't let him come in, drinking one cup of mead after another waiting for the cry to come. As soon as the child cries, he breaks into the room completely ignoring the son in law laid on the ground, going directly towards his daughter who shows him the boy, knowing about her father's fears and how relieving would be for him to see the little one well.
She delivers the child in his hands and tells him his name and so, Ivar's glare melts and he has no words in his lips nor does anything else but looking at the little one in his arms with tears in his eyes.
"Imar... From the house of Ivar... I think I know how it feels to be whole now."
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