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The longhouse groaned beneath the snow’s burden, its timber walls aching as the blizzard screamed outside. Within, firelight leapt across fur-clad shapes, casting shadows that twisted like restless ghosts. The air hung thick—woodsmoke, sweat, and the coppery tang of blood. You lay sprawled on a bed of furs, your body a torn battlefield, each contraction a tide crashing through you. Eldis, her hands like ancient roots, pressed a damp cloth to your forehead. Jorunn stood rigid, a bundle of wool clenched in her grip. Hilde knelt between your legs, her voice a low, steady anchor. Svana fed the hearth, her young face pale but resolute. The women chanted to Freyja, their voices weaving a net of sound to hold you fast. Then came the first cry—a warrior’s raw wail. Hilde lifted him, red a…