1. Snjóflóð!

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners (and Mother Nature). Only the original plot is the creation of the author; however, no profit has been made from this work. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. The events in this story have been inspired by True Blood. (Sadly, I have no claim to the character Eric Northman, the actor Alexander Skarsgard, or the general badassness of both.)


 

Story Synopsis: While all hell broke loose in Louisiana, Eric Northman went home to heal from his sister’s and maker’s deaths. Will his decision to isolate himself lead to his own death? Warning: This is an outtake from the Season 6 finale of True Blood from Eric’s POV (don’t read if you don’t want the spoiler). ONE SHOT.

Spoiler Alert:Don’t read if you don’t want to know about Eric’s part in the last episode of Season 6 of True Blood.

 

A/N: I needed to make myself feel better about seeing my beloved Eric Northman—and his truly magnificent GP—burning. This is what I came up with. I hope you like it.

Nomination: I’m proud to report that this one-shot was nominated for You Want Blood Award!  Thanks!

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No beta—all errors mine.

Cheers,

California Kat


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Åre, Sweden

EPOV

The book I’d been reading? Good, not great.

The sunbathing? Fan-fucking-tastic.

At least until my skin began to redden and smoke. That part was sucking.

What sucked even more was that I knew that I wouldn’t have the time I needed to dig a deep enough hole to protect myself from the real burning once it started.

A thousand years and I was about to die. I felt every pore in my body wanting to give way to the sun. The older the vampire, the quicker the fire—that’s what Godric and experience had taught me.

But there was something that vampires could do to prolong their dying if they were ever caught out in the sun—fight. A vampire could use his or her magic to fight the sun. Or the vampire could accept his or her fiery fate. In other words, a vampire could battle the sun as an enemy or “meet the sun” as a friend.

I could just let go.

Did one’s life pass before his eyes when he was dying? Im-fucking-possible for a thousand-year-old. I’d lived far too long for the whole goddamned thing to be remembered. However, some thoughts—other than the steepening pain—went zipping through my mind as smoke began to turn to flame.

I’d come to the mountains of Sweden to get away—from everything. My maker’s death had crippled me inside. The happenings at the Authority—what the aberration of Lilith did to the “ghost” of Godric—had put an end to all of the beliefs I’d always clung to. Nora’s death had made me numb inside.

I’d needed a fucking vacation. I’d needed to “check-out” for a while.

I could just let go.

What was there left for me in Louisiana anyway?

Billith? Warlow? How could I defeat them—when they were god-like enough to overpower me, yet so un-god-like in their ability to overpower Nora’s death?

Watching my beloved sister die slowly had been excruciating. Watching my own arm begin to burn in earnest was a scientific observation in comparison.

No. Going back to Shreveport—to Area 5—had not been an option for me after my rampage at the Vamp-Camp. My life had been toyed with too much in the great state of Louisiana.

What was I to have done there anyway? Reopen Fangtasia as if all was as it had been? Fuck no! I was done being on display and watching out for others.

Done!

I could just let go.

Sookie Stackhouse was not an option. Maybe in another life, but not in the one I’d been given. She’d made that crystal clear the last time I’d spoken to her. Oh—my blood had been calling me to her, but I had refused to fucking listen!

I wasn’t her fucking lap-dog, not like Bill Compton had been at one point. I had made clear my feelings for her. She’d chosen another route. Of all beings, a vampire had zero reasons to cry over spilled milk.

Despite myself and despite the fact that my dick was now on fire, I spared a split second of concern for Sookie. I couldn’t help myself. I’d literally felt the magic that had kept me in the sun leaving. That could mean only one thing: Warlow was dead. And—knowing Sookie as I’d come to know her—the situation surrounding that death had most certainly put her into danger too.

I put her out of my mind. After all—she was one of the reasons I’d come home: specifically, to get her out of my head.

I was beginning to flame up everywhere now, and I knew that I had to make my choice. To fight the power of the sun and hold my body together for a few more seconds? Or to just let go?

I should have been reading Hamlet on that mountainside. “To be or not to be.”

Good fucking question.

Letting go would allow me to simply disappear into flame like Godric had. A dignified end. Nothing but a little ash in the snow would be left behind, and that would be covered by the next snowfall—due later that day.

Fighting would buy me an extra thirty seconds. Forty at most. Forty seconds of excruciating pain. There would be nothing peaceful or dignified about my “departure” from my body. I’d die screaming until my vocal cords and lungs burned away. I’d leave behind ash and blood and sludge—a fucking mess. But that would also be covered by the next snowfall.

Did it really matter what I decided?

Hold on or give up?

Live forty more seconds in torturous pain or just let go?

Since Nora had died in my arms, I’d felt dead inside anyway. Why not just check out? It would be easier that way.

Sadly, I never did easy well.

So I fought. God only knows why, but I fought because I wanted those forty useless, pain-filled seconds. Every. Single. Fucking. One. Of. Them. I wanted to die with a Viking-sized roar on my lips. I wanted to leave behind as big of a mess as possible.

I fought.

Godric would have called it obstinate foolishness.

But I wanted to die feeling alive—rather than what I had been feeling since my maker and my sister had left me. The only “life” I’d really felt since Godric’s death had been that memory-less week I’d spent with Sookie. That week had been full of life. But—in remembering myself—I had forgotten that part.

The best part: life.

Maybe that’s why I still loved Sookie Stackhouse despite everything.

My skin turned completely to flame and began to flake away as I fought. I sank to my knees. I yelled out—as loudly as I could—my voice echoing and unheard by any other being because of the isolation I’d chosen for myself.

However, one thing heard my voice: the snow.

Contrary to what some may have believed, Swedish—though I often chose to speak it with Pam—was not my first language. My human people spoke a variant of what was now known as Old Norse—closer to Icelandic than modern Swedish.

A word from my first language was the only thing I thought of as I looked in wonder at the snow’s answer to my call.

“Snjóflóð!” I yelled out loudly—in fear and awe.

Avalanche.

I wish that I could say that I’d planned it—that creating an avalanche with my yell was a tactic I’d anticipated using to save myself “in case of emergency.” Sadly, it was just dumb luck and an unseasonably large amount of snow—or maybe global warming—that caused the snow to become a rampaging monster.

A beautiful monster.

If I lived, I had already decided that I would tell Pam that I had planned the whole goddamned avalanche—just to avoid that “look” she was bound to give me for leaving myself in the open without a backup plan. To avoid that “look,” I’d lie like a dog and tell her that I’d positioned myself in the perfect place to create an “escape route” from the sun with a simple yelp from my lips.

I wondered if she would humor me and at least pretend belief. I’d know soon enough.

For the last several hours, I had felt that she was on her way to Sweden. The insolent, defiant brat had been getting closer by the minute. I just hoped that she’d been able to get under cover when Warlow’s magic wore away. Sadly, I was in too much agony fighting for my own life to reach through my bond with her to feel for hers.

However, I had confidence that she’d have an “escape route,” just as I’d always taught her to have. And she was never one to blindly believe in something that was too good to be true—like vampires getting to sunbathe. It seemed that she was smarter than I was in that way.

I managed to hold onto what little was left of the magic in my body for the fifteen seconds that it took for the snow to reach me by thinking of Pam and my other progeny. I’d been extremely lacking in my care of Willa; in truth, I’d been uncaring—apathetic. Godric would have flayed me alive for that. Then—in the “good old days,” at least—he would have done it again, just to drive in his point.

As I watched the last of my skin flake off, I thought that—perhaps—this whole thing was my maker’s “lesson” to me from the “afterlife.” That thought actually heartened me. It meant that I could still learn from my errors.

I also thought about Sookie Stackhouse as I waited for the snow to become my savior. I shouldn’t have—given everything that had passed between us—but I did think about her. And those thoughts helped me to hold on.

Was I being given another chance? Was I being given that other life that I’d thought was impossible?

So it would seem.

Once the white monster got to me, it took only an instant for me to be covered by what seemed like a ton of snow. The flames engulfing my body immediately sizzled to a stop and the frigid snow blanketed me from the sunlight that was obviously a danger to me once more.

The first thing I did was to look for Pam in our bond. She seemed fine—now dead for the day, but fine. Willa, too, was fine.

Next, I did an assessment of myself. My skin was long gone—burned away everywhere. My hair—too—was no more, except for putrid, scalded tufts. I had some major tissue damage and some minor internal organ damage. My extremities had pretty much melted off. Fingers, toes, ears, lips, nose, balls, cock—all gone. And it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch to grow them all back.

I almost tried crawling back into the sun when I thought about the inevitable and unrelenting onslaught of “helpful comments” I’d be receiving from Pam about “roasted nuts” and “barbequed weenies.” And the worst part was that I wouldn’t even be able to get away from them—or from her—while I healed. Still—I knew that I’d love her all the more at the end of the ordeal. She may have been a bitch, but she was my bitch.

I sighed. It sounded like a raspy echo through my scorched vocal cords. The truth was that Pam probably deserved to have her fun at my expense, given how moody, secretive, and brooding I’d been since Godric’s death.

I felt the intense weight of the snow against my body, but knew it wouldn’t crush me. I’d be damned if I allowed it to! After all, cement hadn’t crushed Edgington, and there was no way in hell that I was going to let that bastard best me—even in death.

I sighed again. Another echo.

I was buried too deep and in too weak of a condition to get myself out at nightfall, so I’d have to wait for Pam.

“Fuck,” I gurgled aloud. I’d never live that down.

I was also too weak to even begin to heal myself. In fact, it would take me a long time to recover my full strength and to grow back the things that had burned off. Knowing my luck, the last thing that would grow back fully would be my cock. But it—and every other goddamned part of me—would heal.

Probably in about six months.


A/N: I hope you will check out the companion piece called “Avalanche.”

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35 thoughts on “1. Snjóflóð!

    1. 😉 Glad you liked it. It’s my canon too. As I told another reader, I refuse to allow Eric to be taken out in a 30 second scene of gratuitous (though lovely) nudity when Terry gets 3 episodes. I JUST WON’T ALLOW THAT TO STAND! I’m sure that all the shouts of angry viewers really did cause and avalanche! And if Eric isn’t back, the avalanche to viewership will be even more profound!!!!

      1. Yeah, I had a glance at the True Blood page on Facebook so many angry comments not just for Eric but how crap Warlows’ ending was too as well as the wtf timejump. I guess you could say there’s a digital avalanche coming at them… ;D
        Served them right though for using Askars penis as a marketig gimmick.

  1. Haven’t seen the show – I don’t really watch it since season 4 (and even that I didn’t finish). Brilliant idea though.
    I loved ‘the look’ from Pam and the lengths he planned to go to.
    thanks!

    M

  2. Thank you for this lovely alternate reality that I will unashamedly cling to for the foreseeable future…
    *sniffs* That BS actually kept me awake last night after the first half of the show ended I sat there in shock for another half an hour till the whole thing ended… I can’t believe they went there. That was more than unworthy of Alexander Skarsgard’s Eric Northman. I didn’t see any blood splatter so that has me hoping they didn’t just do what I think they did. How could they do that?!? What a wretched ending for Eric Northman if that was the case. I’m so angry I can’t see straight.
    Sookie’s being an idiot but I STILL cannot believe he didn’t go check on her… She needed him and he just left her. He didn’t care about Warlow at all it seemed. Heartbroken here. I’m still mad at her for rejecting both of them… wtf couldn’t she just take Eric and RUUUUNNNNNN!!!!
    Very!UNhappy!TrueBlood!Fan!at!the!moment!!

    1. I know. I was in shock too. I just kept thinking he was going to “appear” at the end. But no. It was Bill and then zombie vamps. Sigh. I agree that it was a horrid thing to do to a beloved character if this isn’t a kind of tease. I can’t think of a reason to watch if Eric’s not a part of True Blood. It just doesn’t work w/out an Eric.
      Kat

  3. Excellent writing of Eric’s inner thoughts… Worrying about Pam’s mocking him just as his life if in mortal death… Great dark humour! Thanks for the therapeutic writing!

  4. im glad you wrote this i cried last night i just knew he would live when terry and steve died i thought he would show up and kill warlow at sookies house so im glad you wrote this it gives us hope for next summer stranger things have happned god knows i think the writers read fanfic to get ideas thank you

  5. I agree with everyone especially Maithanroisin. This is my new canon for that shittastic ending. Thanks for making me feel better. I’ll hold to this because I didn’t even see the actual show yet. Sighs.

    1. I do like to be “canon.” 😉
      Sometimes I get so possessive of MY versions of the characters that I wanna find the show writers and slap them. 😉
      But that would land me in jail. Which I would do–IF I could have conjugal visits with anyone I chose.
      Hmmm…I wonder who I’d pick. 6’4″ or so, blonde, manscaped exceedingly well? It’s a mystery, Scooby.

  6. I wish you were a writer on TB. This crap, is the reason I haven’t watched TB since season 4. I love your version of the season ending though. Awesome.

  7. liked your take on it.. i watched it twice and posted my thoughts today on FB…. I am in denial, nothing happened to our Viking that cannot be fixed. I truely believe as you said Pam will find him and help him heal. I also said last night that after he heals him and Pam will come back to help with the HepV vamps and whoop some ass , so i am looking forward to next season to see just that… but knowing the TB writers they will screw that up too Kristie

  8. Zombie fuckin’ Vamps. Fuck A Zombie!

    True Blood without Eric would be the Writers Living in the Bill-and-Al Collective Rectum Show. No thanks… What I watched of that fuckuppery last night STILL has my little head turning “confused doggie” sideways.

    Love this – srsly. Loved it. Poor Eric…paid for his alone time with his cock and balls…but I’m certain his new ones will be juuuuuust fine…even if he does have to endure Pammykins for a while, lol. She’s definitely always been his bitchy bitch.

    1. Glad you liked. And–yeah–TB without Eric? Do I wanna watch that? Um–no. Maybe Bill and Alcide could hook up and Sookie could snap out of it?

      Indeed, Eric’s tool belt was the price for sunbathing. And they say freckles are bad. Poor Eric. Don’t worry. The wetnaps weren’t burned. All wounds were sterilized. But it burned like a b*tch.

      1. We’ll make sure Pam takes plenty of Bactine with her. It comes in a pain relieving spray, wipes, protective antibiotic and the original liquid, ya know, so I’m sure it’ll suffice.

        But…alas, such are the risks of sunbathing nude. Wonder if he’ll have more freckles now?

        1. The thought of connecting those dots is making me have very naughty thoughts, and I’d hate to objectify Eric more than I already do. Oh–who am I kidding? Put me in the game, coach. I’m ready to trace!

          1. *tosses over chocolate body paint, 4000 thread count sheets, and a Pam blocker (3 pairs of Louboutins), and a portable shower for when/if you’re done*

            BATTER UP!!

            1. Thanks, Coach. I won’t let you down. Already on first base. Will linger for a while before stealing second. It might take a while to get to third (I did always love 2nd), but I’ll do it for the team. When I steal home, I’ll just stay there–if that’s okay.
              😉

              1. We’ll have your stuff sent over, and save you some cookies.

                *checks list* Lineberger? You’re up – C’Kat’s been…traded…yeah, that’s it…”traded”…

                You’ll be on the DL when you’re done, right? *nods head to self…remembering former pelvic injuries of a particular sort*

              2. On the DL indefinitely coach….and maybe out of the country. I’m acclimating to colder weather…and soccer. Someone keeps yelling, “Scooooooore!” It’s accurate, but annoying at times. I’ve argued that we try American football so that I can get more points for scoring and BECAUSE I WANNA TOUCH THE BALL WITH MY HANDS! Tight end—check.

  9. Ahhh….love the lovely life saver you’ve tossed us. Hope something comes from your musings. Don’t know if Eric will be back. Maybe..hopefully….. Alan Ball fell in love with the “Bill” character and TB has been about his “journey”…..my guess is that Season 7, if there is one, will be about him winning Sookie back and if Eric appears, it will be incidental to the story. Just a gut feeling. Pat

    1. Sigh. You might be right about the Bill thing, but the TB creators are going to notice a nosedive of viewership if Eric is not back.
      Including this one.
      I’m starting to feel angry about what they are doing to “my” Eric and Sookie. LOL. I’m feeling possessive. 😉

  10. OMG, i just realized you wrote that the GP burned off, damn….. well here’s to it growing back as nicely as before. love your take on this….hmmm six months, just in time to save Sookie’s ass and best the wolf. and of course the TOOL named Bill.. hmmm i like it Kristie

  11. Six months healing… And aparently a short time healing in Italy?? (Re the casting call TB released)… Hopefully that is part of the six month time jump… And she is a vamp nurse, where lets face it moral ethics aren’t necessary, but a happy moment then see-ya-later is just part of the job?? No long term love interest for Eric Please!?!? Maybe enough of a flirt and howdy-do for him to realise what we all know. He and Sookie are made for each other!

    Are you getting this TB writers? Surprise me on how we get there, but please don’t pulla CH!

    Oh, and thankyou for this ray of sunshine Kat (nudge nudge, *giggles uncontrollably*). The EPOV was brilliant. As always 🙂

  12. I Love This ! however It Just Leaves Me Wanting You To Keep Going With The Story ,,,,,Going To Read The Next Part .. But So Crossing My Fingers To Get more.. Love Your Imagination Kat

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