Across the Universe - Viking Warriors (Part 2)
Summary; Y/n and Isaac are reborn in a viking colony, his memories of the Roman beauty still intact, hers wiped from existence. Isaac faces the challenge of making you fall for him all over again.
Word Count; 1.2K
Isaac Lahey x Reader Soulmate AU
A/N; So yay, here’s part 2 finally! I hope that this turned out okay, I’m really glad people liked the first part and we’re keen for a series. I love you guys so much xx
He was born again 12 years later in northern Norway amongst a Viking colony. He grew up as a fishermans son, but yearned to fight amongst the Vikings. In secret, he would train with the best fighter of the next village, training daily after his work or scaling fish to grow stronger. When his trainer felt that he had progressed enough, he placed Isaac to battle against his own daughter, y/n.
Isaac was stunned to see you standing before him. He was born with the clarity of remembering his old life. From his childhood he knew he had to find you again, there must have been a reason for him to remember you. You were his soulmate, destined to live and die, to find each other and love one another. He had hoped you would remember him too.
The way you tackled him in battle indicated otherwise. Your eye was on the prize. Your father had promised you a new bow if you won. He was in too much of a state of shock to fight back.
‘y/n?’ he stuttered, trying to regain some balance and stand from the floor.
‘Better hurry up and fight pretty boy, or you won’t be able to get back up again.’
You pummelled him to say the least. You were a skilled shieldmaiden, and he found himself once again in awe. You were the same; strong yet graceful, beautiful. He could see the kindness in your eyes hidden by the drive to win.
But you did not remember, and it broke his heart.
You walked from the match to collect your prize, with a shaken Isaac behind you.
‘The battle is over Isaac, why do you pester me?’ You were intrigued by him, the look of curiosity that sparkled in his eyes seemed to make you melt. You had never been concerned with the affections of boys before, yet each time you looked at him, you felt like something was right about him.
‘I want to fight you again,’ he confessed, scratching the back of his neck anxiously, ‘every day, if we can. I want you to train me until I can win.’ He couldn’t care less about training anymore, not that he had found you. All he wanted to do was see you, make you fall in love with him again. You accepted his offer, you felt the training would be good for you when the next raid came. But you also did not mind the gazes the curly haired boy offered you as you walked away; you could live with those.
You both fought every day for weeks on end. You would always win, not that he was trying to beat you. He liked that you were strong and independent, you didn’t need him to protect you, not that he wouldn’t try to anyway. He was becoming stronger, faster, his mind adjusted to quick strategic plan, and after a month had passed, and you found yourself falling for him. He was gentle, you would see it when he would leave the match and he would shut down his cockiness. He smiled at you so sincerely, and you wondered why he liked you so much. You began spending almost every minute together, and fighting days would turn into deep conversations by the now freezing river, confessing secrets and passions and dreams. He would hunt bucks and bring fish to your hut for your meals, simply so he could see the look of surprise and joy in your eyes. He bewildered you, and intrigued you.
On the last fighting day, he managed to flip you over his shoulder, pinning you to the ground below him. You could not move your limbs to attack, you were completely defenceless, and oddly enough, that turned you on completely. No one had beaten you before, and yet here he was, a blue eyes man lying above you, a smirk curled onto his face as his grip on you loosened.
‘I suppose this means you will no longer need my help.’ You breathed, an air of disappointment in your tone. You were not ready to let go of him. You had grown so attached to him, his touch, his voice, his smile. You couldn’t bear the thought of him never coming back to see you.
‘I guess not.’ He puffed above you, his hand tracing circles on your arm delicately. ‘But perhaps you could help me with something else.’
You quirked an eyebrow at him, interested in the next words he would utter.
‘I want you to be mine, y/n. I’m not ready to let you go just yet.’ He let out an anxious breath, waiting for your response. He felt his entire body would shatter if you rejected him, as if he would have nothing left in this world. But you smiled up at him, the purest look of adoration in your eyes, as you connected your lips to his.
In that moment, sparks flew. You felt on fire as his hand came to cup your cheek, the other gripping at your waist as you lay in the still dew covered grass. In flashes of bright lights, memories flooded into your mind. A tanned Isaac in a far off city with walls of clay and brick rising up into the sky. His hands on your body. Your heart swelling as he kissed you. The family you once had. And the moment you lost it all. It all seeped back into your mind.
You gasped and pulled away from him, your head hitting the ground as you tried to process what was happening. It was Isaac, the same Isaac that you had loved so long ago, back in your arms.
You began to sob as he cupped your cheek. ‘What’s wrong y/n? Did I hurt you?’ He was so gentle with you, his fingertips brushing your tears from your red cheeks.
‘Isaac?’ you whispered, ‘I remember Rome. I remember us.’
He exhaled roughly, a smile spreading across his face. ‘Really?’ he asked, overjoyed at your statement.
‘We we’re so happy,’ you choked, tears still brimming your eyes, ‘and I lost you. He killed you.’
Isaac hushed you, pulling you up into a sitting position, resting in his lap, stroking his hand through your hair as he held you close. You rocked in his arms, linking your own around his neck, gripping to him for dear life.
‘How could I not remember?’ you asked him, pulling away to stare into those blue eyes of his.
‘I don’t know love,’ he replied, placing a kiss to your forehead, ‘I believe you never will until we kiss. There is a reason why we’re back, and perhaps we will continue to live and die to only meet again. I always remember, and if you forget me in the next life, then I will spend every waking minute making you fall for me once again. I will live every lifetime loving you. Always.’