fic: Extra Servings
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bonnefoisTitle: Extra Servings
Series: FE4/FEH
Character/pairing: Sigurd/Deirdre
Rating: NSFW
Summary: Deirdre really appreciates Sigurd's Tea Time outfit.
Word count: 2677
Author's note:
I love how in FE4 Sigurd and Deirdre were forever together and totally happy always. Right? Wasn't that part of FE4 great????
Whatever, nobody can stop me from making them so in Askr at least.
This assumes that Tea!Sigurd is from pre-bbq, pre-Deirdre being MIA, and his Deirdre also was summoned from an earlier, happier time. Like the Sigurd/Deirdre duo was. So that the Seliph that meets them is more like an Awakening situation.
Sigurd, her beloved, wore a trim, fort fitting black waistcoat. His breeches fit him perfectly. He bent to serve the tea, and smiled at her.
And, ah, it was as if the first moment she saw him. Coming between that horrible man and herself. She blushed, like a girl with a crush, not a married woman of many years, with a child who was nearly grown.
"You serve tea so well, Sigurd."
"Do I? I've been practicing."
The tea cup was empty.
"A refill will be needed. Why don't you come help me pick out the tea for you, dear Deirdre?"
Seliph was already talking quite intently with Larcei, so they left. Surely he wouldn't worry if they were gone a few moments at most.
The pantries of Askr were ever stacked with many a good from far and distant countries. The kitchen was usually quite full of bustling activity, but Sigurd and Deirdre managed to find a rare lull where the stone-tiled kitchen was empty.
With a smile, Sigurd motioned her to the food stores. The scent was quite unforgettable, full of spices and food stores both dried and fresh.
He opened up the door, and showed her the many cisterns full of dried leaves and herbs.
The pantry smelled of flour, spices, and fresh tea, among other wonderful scents. Sigurd lifted up little tops to show the cisterns full of tea leaves to show her.
"This is Hoshidoan White Tea. It's said to be very delicate. And this is Oolong from Chon'sin. Have you ever had this one, dear? I hadn't tasted something like this until I came here to Askr. Thankfully, I was summoned right with you, and reunited with my dear Deirdre right away."
"I'm not sure I could ever choose. There's so many flavors."
"Then I will have to serve you them all. And some delicious treats to go with it as well."
Deirdre touched her hand to her face, which had turned heated in a blush.
"Sigurd...you are quite dashing, dressed like that."
"Thank you. You look lovely as well."
Sigurd glanced to the kitchen, which was still quite miraculously empty.
"We're alone, dear Deirdre. Do you know what that means?"
"Oh, Sigurd, yes..."
Her face heated even more as he leaned in.
Her back to the cold stone wall. His lips upon hers. She reached up, and pushed her hands up his strong back. It was covered from scars from battle, beneath the server's dark waistcoat.
She pulled apart, and looked at the door. Still the kitchen beside them was empty, though the party was close enough that she could hear Tailtiu laughing.
"Sigurd, w-we could be walked in upon."
"It feels rather exciting, doesn't it?" Sigurd said softly.
Her skin felt hot as he leaned in to gently place a kiss upon her neck.
"Serving you is quite fulfilling, dear Deirdre. But it makes me want to serve you in other ways, too."
"H-Here? In the pantries?"
"If you wish. If not, then we suddenly remember something we need and rush back to our chambers. It certainly would not the first time that happened, now would it, dear Deirdre?"
"No, certainly not."
She'd become pregnant with Seliph mere months after their marriage, after all.
He bent down, and began to push up her skirts.
"I'll admit it, I dream all day of spending time with you. Of kissing you, and running my fingers through your hair...."
"Not in battle, I hope?"
He chuckled. "I won't let my guard down so easily. But, I must admit after a hard day in battle, I am eager to return to my wife."
"It pleases me so to think I get to taste your lips, and feel your skin during the day. Usually I must wait far too long."
"Perhaps," he kissed her thigh, enough to make her moan. She instantly put her hands over her mouth.
"We should do this more often. Surely there are pantries, and armories, and places in the library, or other places in the kingdom of Askr we can steal away to for some time during the day. Where I can kiss you all I like."
Deirdre dared to remove her hands from her mouth, only to speak.
"I daresay we might run into others thinking the same," Deirdre said.
"Then we'll have a good laugh, and find other spaces."
His smile was faintly mischievous, as he met her green eyes.
"Dear Deirdre, may I have the pleasure of serving you as I like?"
"Oh, Sigurd--you are too dashing, and too handsome by far. P-Please do. Even if it is ever so dangerous, I-I want you so."
"Perhaps the danger makes it more exciting," Sigurd said.
Her face was heated, her skin more so. Without another word, he lifted up her skirts. She held them with one hand, to ensure his hands were free. Sigurd buried his face against the pale curls between her legs. She covered her mouth again, for Sigurd had masted this. He slowly dragged his tongue over her warm folds, only to linger at the most sensitive spot. He pressed his tongue there, enough to make her hips rock.
Sigurd gripped her hips for better access. He knelt before her, like a knight and served her, pleasured her with his tongue in such an exquisite way. She bit her lower lip as his tongue grazed across her, teased her. Even with her efforts, little whimpers escaped.
He pulled away, just to look adoringly up at his wife. She was left gasping, as he held his finger to the same spot, to keep her at the peak, only so he could still talk. "You're so cute, Deirdre. And so very beautiful. I'm so glad I met you that day, that I married you. I've never regretted it, not for a second. I could never regret you, my dear."
"O-Oh, my Sigurd..."
Again, he buried his face between her legs. This time, he no longer was lingering or slow or soft. He took her clit fully in his mouth and sucked so hard she couldn't quite hide the cry that came from her lips. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands. A door opened in the kitchen, much too close. Anyone could step inside and find them.
He gripped her tighter, and took this as a chance to use his tongue more quickly upon her, to elicit even more pleasure, until she overflowed with heat and delight.
Her knees shuddered. As he sucked, heat and pleasure overloaded inside her. All she could focus on was where he touched her, and where his lips were.
Before her knees could buckle, Sigurd rose up and caught her in his arms. To be in his arms was almost as wonderful as the orgasm that flooded her senses.
"That just might be a new record, dear Deirdre. I've never managed to get your release quite so quickly. You must've been very impressed with my new server's uniform if you came for me so fast...and so hard."
"Ah....Sigurd...Yes, I must admit, you look so handsome like this. It was rather...ah....distracting."
"You're so lovely. I love when you look like this. And how it's all mine."
"But, what about you, Sigurd?"
He smiled. "Today, I'm serving you. I'm fine with waiting for my turn."
"S-Sigurd, my love...I think you should serve me a little more. In fact, I....need it."
"Oh, is that so, my dear Deirdre? What would you like for an extra helping?
"I...want you inside me. Please. Even right here. Even....with them right outside the kitchen. I can't wait, Sigurd. I...need you so."
"Oh, my love..."
He kissed her, and her back was to the cold stone wall. It hardly mattered. Their lips only parted for her to turn. He lifted her skirts again, and ran his hand lovingly, appreciatively over her curves.
"You are so unfathomably beautiful, dear Deirdre. I am truly a blessed man to have met you."
He kissed where her shoulder met her neck, and came close. He hadn't undone his trousers yet, though a distinct bulge was there.
"P-please, my love."
He kissed her on the neck again, and ran his free hand down her body. Her skirts fell down, as he undid his trousers.
"I won't be able to undress fully in such a place. But, this could be exciting too."
"Sigurd, my love...in such a handsome outfit, I'd almost rather you stayed dressed."
Her face was hot as she admitted such a thing.
Sigurd chuckled. "So, have I found your weakness, my dear Deirdre? You know I will have to don this uniform and 'serve' you often. And not just tea, either."
"Your serving outfit makes you so handsome, my love. Though, you always are handsome in everything--this outfit is so, so appealing to me."
"Then, I'm glad I took on the role of server today. I was quite eager to serve you. I didn't realize just how much serving I'd be doing for you today."
He lifted her white skirts up again. His hardness rubbed against her. She was already wet and near aching for his body.
"Si-Sigurd...."
He thrust into her, enough that she had to keep herself from being loud, for the rest of the tea party was so very close. But at this angle, she couldn't cover her mouth any longer. Not when she had to balance herself.
She clutched him tight, as if to hold him close with all her body. Deirdre was rewarded with a perfect moan.
Sigurd thrust into her again. At this angle, he managed to push into her just right. And she was thankful that Azelle and Lex must've joined Tailtiu outside, for Tailtiu's continual, loud laughter covered up the moans that Deirdre was having ever more difficulty holding back.
Oh, her Sigurd fit her perfectly. He was always a gentleman to her, and so kind...even more so in bed, when he ensured she always came first, and lovingly would kiss between her legs whenever possible.
It grew more and more difficult to keep back her cries as Sigurd went faster, as desire took them both. He reached around the stroke her sensitive clit, even more sensitive from all the attention he'd lavished upon her with his mouth.
"S-Sigurd!"
She hadn't meant to, but the words left her mouth as she clenched her walls so tight around him.
"S-Sorry, ahh...."
She could barely speak now. She had begun to rhythmically clench about him, over and over, signaling that her climax drew near. Even more so, her clit throbbed at his touch.
"Deirdre, I...I can't...hold on any longer..."
"T-Then...we'll come together."
"I would love that, my love...."
He pushed deep within her. Even as his fingers slipped from how wet she'd become, he still stroked her. The heat started in her clit, as she felt so much pleasure to be overwhelmed after just coming. But, that wasn't enough. For she came tight and hard around his cock as well. Enough sheer delight and heat to make her cry out--this time quite loudly.
He let out a groan. His grip slipped, and she felt a rush of warmth inside her.
Sigurd managed to catch himself by leaning upon the wall. For how exciting it was, it was rather awkward to try and not fall into the pantry. Still, she giggled as he circled his arm about her so she wouldn't fall.
"Oh, my love...that was so...."
"Oh, yes, my dear Deirdre. For me, too."
The kitchen door opened. Sigurd quickly pulled away to button up his trousers again. Deirdre's skirts fell again. And they were long enough to hide the warm seed that dripping down her legs and thighs.
"Deirdre?"
Was her face too flushed? Was the scent of him too obvious on her? Oh, this wasn't the first time she'd had to brush off both of their flushed faces as 'training' or 'trying to find some goods in the storage room that worked up a sweat.'
"Deirdre? Sigurd?"
"In here, right in the pantry," Sigurd said finally.
Mercedes peered in.
"Oh, there you are," Mercedes said. "Seliph was looking for you."
"We--"
"Had to get more tea," Sigurd finished for her.
"Y-Yes...another brew."
"And what a delicious brew it was. The most delicious imaginable."
"Good, then there'll be plenty to share," Mercedes said."
Outside, thankfully, she heard Mercedes' name called.
"Oh, Ayra called me. I should bring more cake! Lysithea's treats keep going missing. At this rate, we won't have enough to serve the dinner party."
"Ah...we will see you soon," Deirdre finished.
But Mercedes was already out the door.
When they were alone again, Sigurd smiled at his wife. "Rather exciting, don't you think?"
"Anymore exciting and I might need to lie down for a rest," Deirdre said.
He laughed. "Oh, I love you so, dear Deirdre."
And he leaned in for a kiss.
*
Two months later.
Sigurd had donned the server's uniform again, and called his family to tea. This time, it was just Seliph, Deirdre and him. The gardens were blooming nicely, the chairs were so comfortable, and his family was all around him.
Or, at least much of it.
"It's good to spend time with you, father and mother," Seliph said.
The younger Seliph, only a little over a year old, was still asleep. This older Seliph, from a different time, often listened to the very same lullabies Deirdre would sing. Songs full of memories to him.
Though, this Seliph was from a time further on, Sigurd had gladly taken him on, and been the father Sigurd had lost. They were not the only from lands who had found this. Tailtiu had met her future children, as well as Ayra, and many from other lands.
Sigurd and Deirdre looked to each other with a smile.
"Our mother and I have an announcement. You're going to have a sibling very soon."
"Oh?"
Deirdre looked lovingly to her husband. "In some months time."
"I'm sure you'll be a wonderful older brother to them."
"I never imagined..." Seliph fell silent.
"I never had a brother or sister. At least, not until I realized about Julia."
Sigurd had heard that in some timelines at least, Deirdre was spirited away, her memories long gone, and married another. He could never fault her, even if she had remembered. He would love her just the same.
"Invite her next time," Sigurd said. "I wouldn't want her to be lonely."
"I never thought I'd see my family again. But, now that I have been summoned to Askr, not only am I reunited with them, I get to spend time together training and enjoying tea. It's just...very kind."
Sigurd rested his hand upon Seliph's shoulder.
"I'm glad too. From what I've gathered, there's versions of me in time which have met a horrible fate. But, whatever mercy fate has bestowed upon us, Seliph, Deirdre and I are here. We're together, and happy. And now, our family is going to be even larger."
"I never had a sibling, now I have two. Technically," Seliph said.
Like Lucina, and many from Ylisse, Seliph was the 'older brother' to a different version of himself. One who would grow up with both his parents, and without the burden. One who would know joy, and even have siblings of his own.
"Knowing us, my beloved Seliph, you'll probably have more siblings. House Chalphy of Askr will have many children."
Tea was finally served.
Series: FE4/FEH
Character/pairing: Sigurd/Deirdre
Rating: NSFW
Summary: Deirdre really appreciates Sigurd's Tea Time outfit.
Word count: 2677
Author's note:
I love how in FE4 Sigurd and Deirdre were forever together and totally happy always. Right? Wasn't that part of FE4 great????
Whatever, nobody can stop me from making them so in Askr at least.
This assumes that Tea!Sigurd is from pre-bbq, pre-Deirdre being MIA, and his Deirdre also was summoned from an earlier, happier time. Like the Sigurd/Deirdre duo was. So that the Seliph that meets them is more like an Awakening situation.
Sigurd, her beloved, wore a trim, fort fitting black waistcoat. His breeches fit him perfectly. He bent to serve the tea, and smiled at her.
And, ah, it was as if the first moment she saw him. Coming between that horrible man and herself. She blushed, like a girl with a crush, not a married woman of many years, with a child who was nearly grown.
"You serve tea so well, Sigurd."
"Do I? I've been practicing."
The tea cup was empty.
"A refill will be needed. Why don't you come help me pick out the tea for you, dear Deirdre?"
Seliph was already talking quite intently with Larcei, so they left. Surely he wouldn't worry if they were gone a few moments at most.
The pantries of Askr were ever stacked with many a good from far and distant countries. The kitchen was usually quite full of bustling activity, but Sigurd and Deirdre managed to find a rare lull where the stone-tiled kitchen was empty.
With a smile, Sigurd motioned her to the food stores. The scent was quite unforgettable, full of spices and food stores both dried and fresh.
He opened up the door, and showed her the many cisterns full of dried leaves and herbs.
The pantry smelled of flour, spices, and fresh tea, among other wonderful scents. Sigurd lifted up little tops to show the cisterns full of tea leaves to show her.
"This is Hoshidoan White Tea. It's said to be very delicate. And this is Oolong from Chon'sin. Have you ever had this one, dear? I hadn't tasted something like this until I came here to Askr. Thankfully, I was summoned right with you, and reunited with my dear Deirdre right away."
"I'm not sure I could ever choose. There's so many flavors."
"Then I will have to serve you them all. And some delicious treats to go with it as well."
Deirdre touched her hand to her face, which had turned heated in a blush.
"Sigurd...you are quite dashing, dressed like that."
"Thank you. You look lovely as well."
Sigurd glanced to the kitchen, which was still quite miraculously empty.
"We're alone, dear Deirdre. Do you know what that means?"
"Oh, Sigurd, yes..."
Her face heated even more as he leaned in.
Her back to the cold stone wall. His lips upon hers. She reached up, and pushed her hands up his strong back. It was covered from scars from battle, beneath the server's dark waistcoat.
She pulled apart, and looked at the door. Still the kitchen beside them was empty, though the party was close enough that she could hear Tailtiu laughing.
"Sigurd, w-we could be walked in upon."
"It feels rather exciting, doesn't it?" Sigurd said softly.
Her skin felt hot as he leaned in to gently place a kiss upon her neck.
"Serving you is quite fulfilling, dear Deirdre. But it makes me want to serve you in other ways, too."
"H-Here? In the pantries?"
"If you wish. If not, then we suddenly remember something we need and rush back to our chambers. It certainly would not the first time that happened, now would it, dear Deirdre?"
"No, certainly not."
She'd become pregnant with Seliph mere months after their marriage, after all.
He bent down, and began to push up her skirts.
"I'll admit it, I dream all day of spending time with you. Of kissing you, and running my fingers through your hair...."
"Not in battle, I hope?"
He chuckled. "I won't let my guard down so easily. But, I must admit after a hard day in battle, I am eager to return to my wife."
"It pleases me so to think I get to taste your lips, and feel your skin during the day. Usually I must wait far too long."
"Perhaps," he kissed her thigh, enough to make her moan. She instantly put her hands over her mouth.
"We should do this more often. Surely there are pantries, and armories, and places in the library, or other places in the kingdom of Askr we can steal away to for some time during the day. Where I can kiss you all I like."
Deirdre dared to remove her hands from her mouth, only to speak.
"I daresay we might run into others thinking the same," Deirdre said.
"Then we'll have a good laugh, and find other spaces."
His smile was faintly mischievous, as he met her green eyes.
"Dear Deirdre, may I have the pleasure of serving you as I like?"
"Oh, Sigurd--you are too dashing, and too handsome by far. P-Please do. Even if it is ever so dangerous, I-I want you so."
"Perhaps the danger makes it more exciting," Sigurd said.
Her face was heated, her skin more so. Without another word, he lifted up her skirts. She held them with one hand, to ensure his hands were free. Sigurd buried his face against the pale curls between her legs. She covered her mouth again, for Sigurd had masted this. He slowly dragged his tongue over her warm folds, only to linger at the most sensitive spot. He pressed his tongue there, enough to make her hips rock.
Sigurd gripped her hips for better access. He knelt before her, like a knight and served her, pleasured her with his tongue in such an exquisite way. She bit her lower lip as his tongue grazed across her, teased her. Even with her efforts, little whimpers escaped.
He pulled away, just to look adoringly up at his wife. She was left gasping, as he held his finger to the same spot, to keep her at the peak, only so he could still talk. "You're so cute, Deirdre. And so very beautiful. I'm so glad I met you that day, that I married you. I've never regretted it, not for a second. I could never regret you, my dear."
"O-Oh, my Sigurd..."
Again, he buried his face between her legs. This time, he no longer was lingering or slow or soft. He took her clit fully in his mouth and sucked so hard she couldn't quite hide the cry that came from her lips. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands. A door opened in the kitchen, much too close. Anyone could step inside and find them.
He gripped her tighter, and took this as a chance to use his tongue more quickly upon her, to elicit even more pleasure, until she overflowed with heat and delight.
Her knees shuddered. As he sucked, heat and pleasure overloaded inside her. All she could focus on was where he touched her, and where his lips were.
Before her knees could buckle, Sigurd rose up and caught her in his arms. To be in his arms was almost as wonderful as the orgasm that flooded her senses.
"That just might be a new record, dear Deirdre. I've never managed to get your release quite so quickly. You must've been very impressed with my new server's uniform if you came for me so fast...and so hard."
"Ah....Sigurd...Yes, I must admit, you look so handsome like this. It was rather...ah....distracting."
"You're so lovely. I love when you look like this. And how it's all mine."
"But, what about you, Sigurd?"
He smiled. "Today, I'm serving you. I'm fine with waiting for my turn."
"S-Sigurd, my love...I think you should serve me a little more. In fact, I....need it."
"Oh, is that so, my dear Deirdre? What would you like for an extra helping?
"I...want you inside me. Please. Even right here. Even....with them right outside the kitchen. I can't wait, Sigurd. I...need you so."
"Oh, my love..."
He kissed her, and her back was to the cold stone wall. It hardly mattered. Their lips only parted for her to turn. He lifted her skirts again, and ran his hand lovingly, appreciatively over her curves.
"You are so unfathomably beautiful, dear Deirdre. I am truly a blessed man to have met you."
He kissed where her shoulder met her neck, and came close. He hadn't undone his trousers yet, though a distinct bulge was there.
"P-please, my love."
He kissed her on the neck again, and ran his free hand down her body. Her skirts fell down, as he undid his trousers.
"I won't be able to undress fully in such a place. But, this could be exciting too."
"Sigurd, my love...in such a handsome outfit, I'd almost rather you stayed dressed."
Her face was hot as she admitted such a thing.
Sigurd chuckled. "So, have I found your weakness, my dear Deirdre? You know I will have to don this uniform and 'serve' you often. And not just tea, either."
"Your serving outfit makes you so handsome, my love. Though, you always are handsome in everything--this outfit is so, so appealing to me."
"Then, I'm glad I took on the role of server today. I was quite eager to serve you. I didn't realize just how much serving I'd be doing for you today."
He lifted her white skirts up again. His hardness rubbed against her. She was already wet and near aching for his body.
"Si-Sigurd...."
He thrust into her, enough that she had to keep herself from being loud, for the rest of the tea party was so very close. But at this angle, she couldn't cover her mouth any longer. Not when she had to balance herself.
She clutched him tight, as if to hold him close with all her body. Deirdre was rewarded with a perfect moan.
Sigurd thrust into her again. At this angle, he managed to push into her just right. And she was thankful that Azelle and Lex must've joined Tailtiu outside, for Tailtiu's continual, loud laughter covered up the moans that Deirdre was having ever more difficulty holding back.
Oh, her Sigurd fit her perfectly. He was always a gentleman to her, and so kind...even more so in bed, when he ensured she always came first, and lovingly would kiss between her legs whenever possible.
It grew more and more difficult to keep back her cries as Sigurd went faster, as desire took them both. He reached around the stroke her sensitive clit, even more sensitive from all the attention he'd lavished upon her with his mouth.
"S-Sigurd!"
She hadn't meant to, but the words left her mouth as she clenched her walls so tight around him.
"S-Sorry, ahh...."
She could barely speak now. She had begun to rhythmically clench about him, over and over, signaling that her climax drew near. Even more so, her clit throbbed at his touch.
"Deirdre, I...I can't...hold on any longer..."
"T-Then...we'll come together."
"I would love that, my love...."
He pushed deep within her. Even as his fingers slipped from how wet she'd become, he still stroked her. The heat started in her clit, as she felt so much pleasure to be overwhelmed after just coming. But, that wasn't enough. For she came tight and hard around his cock as well. Enough sheer delight and heat to make her cry out--this time quite loudly.
He let out a groan. His grip slipped, and she felt a rush of warmth inside her.
Sigurd managed to catch himself by leaning upon the wall. For how exciting it was, it was rather awkward to try and not fall into the pantry. Still, she giggled as he circled his arm about her so she wouldn't fall.
"Oh, my love...that was so...."
"Oh, yes, my dear Deirdre. For me, too."
The kitchen door opened. Sigurd quickly pulled away to button up his trousers again. Deirdre's skirts fell again. And they were long enough to hide the warm seed that dripping down her legs and thighs.
"Deirdre?"
Was her face too flushed? Was the scent of him too obvious on her? Oh, this wasn't the first time she'd had to brush off both of their flushed faces as 'training' or 'trying to find some goods in the storage room that worked up a sweat.'
"Deirdre? Sigurd?"
"In here, right in the pantry," Sigurd said finally.
Mercedes peered in.
"Oh, there you are," Mercedes said. "Seliph was looking for you."
"We--"
"Had to get more tea," Sigurd finished for her.
"Y-Yes...another brew."
"And what a delicious brew it was. The most delicious imaginable."
"Good, then there'll be plenty to share," Mercedes said."
Outside, thankfully, she heard Mercedes' name called.
"Oh, Ayra called me. I should bring more cake! Lysithea's treats keep going missing. At this rate, we won't have enough to serve the dinner party."
"Ah...we will see you soon," Deirdre finished.
But Mercedes was already out the door.
When they were alone again, Sigurd smiled at his wife. "Rather exciting, don't you think?"
"Anymore exciting and I might need to lie down for a rest," Deirdre said.
He laughed. "Oh, I love you so, dear Deirdre."
And he leaned in for a kiss.
*
Two months later.
Sigurd had donned the server's uniform again, and called his family to tea. This time, it was just Seliph, Deirdre and him. The gardens were blooming nicely, the chairs were so comfortable, and his family was all around him.
Or, at least much of it.
"It's good to spend time with you, father and mother," Seliph said.
The younger Seliph, only a little over a year old, was still asleep. This older Seliph, from a different time, often listened to the very same lullabies Deirdre would sing. Songs full of memories to him.
Though, this Seliph was from a time further on, Sigurd had gladly taken him on, and been the father Sigurd had lost. They were not the only from lands who had found this. Tailtiu had met her future children, as well as Ayra, and many from other lands.
Sigurd and Deirdre looked to each other with a smile.
"Our mother and I have an announcement. You're going to have a sibling very soon."
"Oh?"
Deirdre looked lovingly to her husband. "In some months time."
"I'm sure you'll be a wonderful older brother to them."
"I never imagined..." Seliph fell silent.
"I never had a brother or sister. At least, not until I realized about Julia."
Sigurd had heard that in some timelines at least, Deirdre was spirited away, her memories long gone, and married another. He could never fault her, even if she had remembered. He would love her just the same.
"Invite her next time," Sigurd said. "I wouldn't want her to be lonely."
"I never thought I'd see my family again. But, now that I have been summoned to Askr, not only am I reunited with them, I get to spend time together training and enjoying tea. It's just...very kind."
Sigurd rested his hand upon Seliph's shoulder.
"I'm glad too. From what I've gathered, there's versions of me in time which have met a horrible fate. But, whatever mercy fate has bestowed upon us, Seliph, Deirdre and I are here. We're together, and happy. And now, our family is going to be even larger."
"I never had a sibling, now I have two. Technically," Seliph said.
Like Lucina, and many from Ylisse, Seliph was the 'older brother' to a different version of himself. One who would grow up with both his parents, and without the burden. One who would know joy, and even have siblings of his own.
"Knowing us, my beloved Seliph, you'll probably have more siblings. House Chalphy of Askr will have many children."
Tea was finally served.
