Fjord's Of Time

Chapter 1: Til Fjǫrðs ( To the Fjord)

Authors note: Hi everyone thank you for the support on my other stories, Meet My Roommate, and the Little Secrets. For this i wanted to try something different, still a trans mtf story. But i thought hey what if a modern trans girl got sent back to the time of the vikings. I am Swedish and have Viking heritage so. Also I'm sorry if anything is first spelled or sounds wrong, I am dyslexic, secondly i would like to say i'm sorry if any of the translations are wrong. Please if you have advice feel free to lmk, and i hope you enjoy.

I could barely remember how life was before. Before the raiding, the mead, and the sounds of old norse people having sex. My life has been strange, but I don't know if I'd change it. At first I hated it, but I learned to understand their community. The passion between two people, of course it was hard. Nothing about it was easy, but now I understand why Odin sent me.

My name is Livia Ravnsdottir, I am twenty-three years old, I live in Boston Massachusetts. I'm also transgender, I was born male. Well, that's a little bit wrong. Although I was born with xy chromosomes, I've never felt male. Ever since I could remember, I think since I was four. I always hated people calling me a boy, I always hated "boy" clothes. It never felt right, i don't know why, it just never did. My parents never accepted me though, they're old norwegian people who grew up in the united states. They believe traditional roles and ideas about gender and sex. So I moved to Boston.

It all started one night when I was out drinking, I was alone of course. I didn't have many friends, and they had already left. I was walking down the sidewalk when i saw an oldman in a long black trench coat and squirrel hat. He was sitting on the bench studying the buildings that were around, he seemed complex by the buildings. I was confused by him, in my drunken state I had stopped. Or maybe it was a power that drew me to this individual, he had dark Grey hair, a long graying beard, and an eye patch over his left eye.

For whatever reason I sat next to him, I had a bottle of wine in my bookbag. So I pulled it out, the stranger eyed me and smiled. He nodded like he could understand. I didn't speak yet, I wasn't sure what to say.

"Hvert eru orþ? Beautiful night isn't it?" The old man spoke in a heavy northern accent. I could almost understand him, but it sounded different than norwegian.

" Snakker du norsk? But yeah it is a beautiful night." I said. The old man seemed even more surprised and laughed.

I offered him the bottle of wine, he seemed to contemplate for a minute. He eventually took the bottle, drinking vigorously.

" I don't necessarily speak Norwegian, but it was around that area." The old man explained. He handed me back the bottle.

" My parents are both Norwegian so I picked up a bit. My name's Livia, how about you?" The old man seemed to have a gravitating sense of energy. But he also felt warm and cold at the same time, every second around him also felt like I was sobering up.

" Grimnir." The old man laughed.

" Grimnir, what kind of name is that?" I asked, and I took a sip of the wine. It was bitter but sweet. I passed the bottle back to the old man.

" It's an ancestral name, may I ask you a question?" Grimnir spoke, I was confused by the old man. I could feel my eyebrows raise through the cold air. I just was hoping it wasn't about my gender, that's what I was expecting at least.

" Of course sir." I replied. I sipped on the bottle slowly allowing my body to be fueled by alcohol. I felt dizzy and almost nauseous, I couldn't remember the last time I ate something and it felt like my stomach was burning a hole through itself.

" So you're an Argr?" The old man gestured with his hand.

I wasn't quite sure what that word meant, but it felt rude and offensive. I curled my fist, but the old man waved his hand.

" I'm not trying to be rude Livia, I just don't know to much of the modern terms you know." He admitted laughing. I had a feeling Argr was close to sissy or a certain f word I hated.

" Well argr wouldn't be proper, but yes I am a trans girl, or transgender for long terms." I shook my head, I let my fist unfurl and try to let go of my anger.

The old man didn't seem like he thought it was a bad thing. I think that helped, he seemed genuinely interested.

" So Transgender, hmm. Sounds complicated, and rough like a raven VS a wolf." The old man smiled almost toothless and handed me the bottle of wine.

My head had started to get lighter and I felt warmth escape my body. I don't know why I laughed, but I nodded.

" It definitely is, people hate you, some want to kill you, and others want to sexually assault you. So take your pick, it's not fun." I told the Grimnir. He seemed to think about this for a while. I decided to try and boast for the discrimination of people like me, by trying and chugging a large amount of wine. Let's just say I was drunk now and totally forgot the rest of the night.

I must have blacked out at some point, I don't remember where or when but it happened. When I woke up my head throbbed. I was laying by a fallen tree. Was I in the park? Grey clouds rolled over in the sky and a barely visible sun cut through jaggedly. I was still in my ripped jeans, but now I was wearing an olive green parka.

Once I had gathered myself I took a look to try and see where I was. I could see large thick snow covered trees spelled across the land, as well as in the distance the beginning line of mountains. Well there is one thing for sure, I am not in a park. I almost started to panic when I noticed that on the ground where I had been sleeping my book bag was leaning against the wood.

However, it was covered in snow. I rummage my hand through the cold wet froth, and start digging out my bookbag. Surprisingly it was my bookbag but it seemed to be filled to the brink with stuff. Also attached on the left side was a quiver of arrows and a bow made out of black metal and it had metallic notches of metal that were gold.

On the right side of the bag was a sheathed hatchet. It's handle was dark wood engraved with what looked like runes, they seemed to have an ominous slight shimmer to them.

I quickly sat down on the fallen tree and opened the large pocket of the bookbag. Inside I had found three pairs of underwear and four bras that were perfectly my size, I also found a pair of leggings and another pair of ripped jeans that were black. I also found a couple of simple shirts, although one of them had a raven on it. I also found my phone and the charger, earbuds, brush, hair ties, as well as a first aid kit, a water bottle, a knife, and a sewing needle with some threads. Lastly though I found a bag that had vials of liquid estradiol, and a bag full of spironolactone. Then there was a note inside the estradiol bag.

I quickly scrambled to retrieve the small letter. It was horribly written, but it had been the start and change of everything. It read Dear Livia, don't forget what we talked about last night. This is your only chance, so try to remember. P. s your medicine is also magically replaced. Then it was signed, Grimnir aka the All Father.

I scrambled through my brain, what the hell was the old guy talking about? I couldn't remember anything after I explained to him what being transgender was. Nothing seemed familiar, I wondered if I had signed up for a survival challenge.

I stayed by the fallen tree for a day or so, eventually I ran out of water. I was also starting to starve, slowly day by day I would explore a little further away from the fallen tree. Eventually I found a cave near a small waterfall, the water was fresh. I had to teach myself how to use the bow, I had about fifty arrows. I started small and tried to hunt small game, rabbits, squirrels, the occasional bird. I had to learn how to build a fire, luckily in the book bag i had found a lighter and some kerosene. But I had to use it sparingly, I had no idea where i was, or how long i'd be here.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks bled into months, eventually I quit counting. I barely managed to make it through the winter, it was becoming spring. I was hunting a deer that I had seen crossing the stream where my cave was. I had followed for quite some time and it was mid afternoon. Finally it had stopped, the deer was grazing. Its head was bowed and its body was peering through a thicket of shrubbery. Once its head came up I would finally let my arrow go. It happened almost instantly, as soon as I saw the head come up I released my arrow. Quickly the arrow flew and hit its target, it's what I didn't notice that got me in the predicament I ended up loving.

I was excited so I pushed through the dense trees and bushes and moved quickly towards the deer. When I got closer I could see my arrow, it was a black carbon fiber shaft with red and white wings. Quickly I realized there was a second arrow. It was a wooden arrow, slightly smaller than mine. It also had white and black feathers clearly stringed with twine, and seemed to be made out of a dense piece of wood for the shaft. I heard branches break behind me, I quickly knocked another arrow and pulled the string back. I was too late, a rough hand moved my bow away sending my arrow into the tree. I couldn't see anything, I felt the rugged hands feeling me over.

"Hver er þetta? Hingat!" A rough male voice yelled. I spun around and pushed away from the person. He was six foot and had dark brown hair, his eyes were a green blue. He also wore his hair long and parts were slightly braided, but the rest hung loose. He wore a black fur robe, his pants were brown, same with his shoes, maybe leather? He had an axe or hatchet that was attached to his belt, it was definitely bigger than mine but not like a fire axe. Before I could react, other people who were similarly dressed came out from different places along the treeline. They all eyed me carefully, but I noticed they were all men.

I had a feeling they were speaking the same language as Grimnir did, I couldn't quite understand it. But I decided to try Norwegian, hopefully my mother's complaining would pay off.

"Hvem er du?" I spoke roughly, I was out of breath and anxious. I scanned the men who seemed slightly confused, but they looked at one another and laughed. The guy in front of me smirked and looked at the people behind him.

" Ek em Herthjofn Ulvsson." The man said, he looked at me curiously. He walked up to me slowly, I was confused. Until I felt a rough hand grab my ass. I pushed him away quickly, and unsheathed my hatchet from my side.

" Hva Faen!?" I screamed at the guy in front of me. He spoke to someone behind him, and looked back at me and laughed. Someone threw him a circular object, then I realized it was a shield.

"Slá mik." Herthjofn spoke, he pointed to my axe. I realized he wanted me to try and attack him. I switched my axe to my left hand and reached for my knife that was sheathed behind my back. I quickly took it out and threw the knife at him, with surprising speed the knife found his shield. I quickly charge Herthjofn, i ran through his left flank. I swung my axe hoping to see it embedded into his side. He just simply spun around hitting me with the shield. I fell to the ground quickly, black and white spots dancing in my vision. I felt my axe ripped out of my hand, someone had pushed my legs up, I tried to push and kick in response but Herthjofn laughed. Suddenly I felt a hand grab my boob, I screamed. I kept hitting the man to no avail, then Herthjofn moved his hand down. Surprisingly with vigor and eagerness he had cupped my crotch. He stopped, and quickly moved back then stared at me. I quickly scrambled to my feet, quickly grabbing my knife from his shield.

" Hún er örgr." ( She's an argr.) Herthjofn laughed, and told his people. They all seemed shocked at first but started laughing. I hated that term. I could only guess it meant argr, which i don't know what either really meant but it felt insulting. Herthjofn stood up, i tried to jab him with my knife but he caught my wrist and threw it. I managed to push him away, then I smacked him.

" Du er et rasshøl, Din jævla kuk!" (You are an asshole, you fucking dick.) I screamed, I could feel my heart racing. Herthjofn seemed confused, but enraged all at the same time. He surged forward but a voice stopped him.

" Herthjofn bíð bróðir." (Herthjofn, wait brother.) The voice came from above, sitting on one of the low hanging branches was a man. He had dirty blonde hair that was braided down to his shoulders, but the sides of his head were shaved. He had a small beard and a mustache that didn't seem to go with his hair. He had piercing blue eyes, they almost radiated power. He seemed to examine me carefully, unlike his companions this guy wasn't covered in much. He wore a simple green shirt, and the same brown pants as Herthjofn. The guy seemed younger than Herjofn, not by much but a bit. He quickly dropped to the snow, he had a bag draped over his left shoulder. It was my bag that I had left in the cave. Once the guy had reached Herthjofn he stood between us and looked at me. He slung the bag off his shoulder and held it out for me.

" Ek er Einar Ulvsson." ( I am Einar Ulvsson.) The man said slowly with a sly grin. He seemed mystified by me, like he was trying to figure me out. I went to take my bag but he pulled it away. " Ok þú ert?" ( And you are?) Einar spoke gently.

Before I could respond something happened in my brain. It felt like a flood of knowledge and I almost screamed. I just put my hand to my temple, but almost as soon as it came it was gone. I could hear some of the other men talking, but I could understand them. What just happened? Einar didn't give me time to think about it, he snapped his fingers in front of me.

" Ek em Livia Ravnsdottir." ( I am Livia Ravnsdottir.) I told Einar, I was shocked. I don't know what happened but I can speak their language, and when they speak it sounds like english. Einar simply nodded, and handed me my book bag. Then he turned to Herthjofn and the other men, i'm assuming Einar and Herthjofn are brothers.

" Ek kref hana. Hún er mín. Hún mun vera kona mín." (I claim her, she is mine. She will be my wife.) He spoke sternly and gazed at the other men. I was stunned by his sentence, i went to retaliate, but Einar quickly turned to me. " Gerðu eins og ek segi, ella munu þeir drepa þik." ( Do as I say, or they'll kill you.) Einar whispered, he seemed actually concerned.

I kept quiet, I didn't want to test his theory. Einar was waiting for someone to challenge him, but it was his brother who faced him.

"En, bróðir, hún er örgr, Hvat mun faðir segja?" ( But brother she's an Argr, what would father say?) Herthjofn questioned Einar, but he didn't seem bothered. At least that was one of us.

" Ek mun ráða við faðir. Á meðan skulum vér fá konu mína hest!" ( I'll deal with father, in the meantime let's get my wife a horse.) Einar cheered like he had just won something, well I guess he won me. Although his friends didn't seem too happy, Herthjofn grunted. The others were a mix, some cheered, most looked disgusted. But without hesitation a horse was brought, the fur shone a brilliant black.

I checked to make sure everything was in my bag still, luckily nothing seemed missing. I also was allowed to gather my weapons, but when everything was said and done Einar led me to the horse. He got on first, he offered me his hand. I took a second to think about how crazy this is, then I looked back up at Einar. If i had known he would be the man to change my life i wonder if i would still have gotten on the horse, or die trying to escape. He smiled at me giving me an almost evil wicked smile, but it was also endearing. I took his hand as i climbed on the horse behind him, and we took off into the cold winter forest with his brother, and companions behind us.