Chapter Text
Sigrún and Saber had been sent by their shared Master, Kiritsugu Emiya, to search ahead for the Holy Grail. Their master was fighting with another, Kirei Kotomine, and Saber was battling with Berserker. Sigrún had arrived in a theater in the building, and on the stage sat the Holy Grail. However, Archer was also in the room.
"Surrender the Grail, Archer," Sigrún said, her bow, Ivar, poised at the man in golden armor.
"You'll surrender your blades, Avenger. Become my wife and seek only me in this world," Archer said with an arrogant smirk.
"I will not surrender to the likes of you. Now, relinquish the Grail before I fill you with arrows!"
"That's not the correct answer, Avenger. I will give you another chance. Give me the answer I want, and I can provide you with all the luxuries the world has to offer. You need only accept my offer to become my wife."
"My answer is 'no,' and it's the only answer you're going to get from me!" Sigrún yelled before firing the arrow she had strung on her bow.
Archer side-stepped the arrow, only enough for it to brush past his head, the feathers just grazing his ear.
He was as equally quick as to fire a sword at Sigrún.
With her own agility and luck, the Valkyrie dodged the sword, the blade only grazing her left hip, rather than strike the front of her left thigh. She let out a quiet "tsk" before allowing her bow to dematerialize.
"Surrendering your bow already?" Archer nearly mocked.
"No," Sigrún said flatly, "I am simply realizing that a bow would be useless against you, no matter the number of arrows."
With great speed, Sigrún summoned her lance, Gungnir, and ran towards Archer.
The male servant fired several of his swords towards Sigrún, but she parried each that came close to her.
It wasn't until she was within striking distance that Sigrún found herself not only unable to progress forward, but unable to move at all.
"What the-?" Sigrún started to ask.
"My Chains of Heaven," Archer said as he took a few steps towards Sigrún, "The more divine the captive, the stronger the hold."
Sigrún's eyes grew wider for a fraction of a second before she started to try and pull against her restraints.
The chains, however, only moved a small amount.
"Only a few chains, and yet you're nearly completely immobilized. You must be of divine descent," Archer speculated as he waved his hand, "Even better."
Another chain wrapped its way around Sigrún's throat. Not enough to choke her, but enough for Archer to grab the chain and pull her forward.
"You haven't any choice, Avenger. Lay down your blades and become my wife and consort," Archer said as he held the chain which was around Sigrún's throat, "This is my decision. As King of Creation, you are to obey my ruling."
"I refuse," Sigrún said simply.
However, before either party could speak further, more footsteps could be heard entering the room.
"Irisviel," Saber muttered.
"You're late, Saber," Archer said as he dropped the chain which was around Sigrún's neck.
"Be careful, Saber!" Sigrún called.
"Avenger?" Saber asked, seeing Sigrún bound in chains.
"I realize you were enjoying yourself with your old mad dog, but it is impudent to the extreme to keep me waiting like you did," Archer said, stepping between Saber and the Holy Grail, leaving Sigrún bound in his chains.
"Archer," Saber nearly spat.
Archer chuckled, "Look at that delightful expression. Like that of a ravenous wild dog."
"Get out of my way. You haven't won. The Holy Grail, belongs to me!"
The moment the words left Saber's mouth, a sword was lodged in her left thigh, just above the knee, causing her to kneel to the ground.
"Dear Saber, it is when you are delusional and crawling in the dirt that you are at your most beautiful," Archer said simply, "Lay down your blade and become my concubine.
"A Grail that grants miracles? Where is the sense in obsessing over something so dubious? Abandon these foolish ideals and childish vows of yours. From now on, seek only me and devote yourself to me alone. If you do, I swear as King of Creation that I will give you every pleasure in the world there is to offer; save the privilege of being my wife. That is a luxury I will reserve for Avenger."
"You would steal the Holy Grail from me, for such utter nonsense?" Saber yelled as she stood upright again.
Archer fired another sword at Saber and she was barely able to parry it, still being knocked back in the process.
"I was not asking for your opinion," Archer said in a dark tone, his arms crossed, "I am informing you of my decision. Now, let us hear your response."
Saber struggled to sit up in the small pile of rubble she was sat in.
"I refuse. I would never-!" Saber started to protest before being struck on the right side with a battle ax.
"Shyness has left you at a loss for words, I see," Archer seemingly mocked, "That's fine. Like Avenger, you may answer wrongly as many times as you like. If you would learn the joy of serving me, first you must learn the exquisite pain of it as well."
Archer opened more portals and started to summon forth more weapons with which to strike Saber.
It was then that Sigrún felt a presence that she had not realized was there before. She looked behind the Grail to see her and Saber's Master, Kiritsugu. He held up his right hand, the back visible to the servants, before his hand started to glow.
Saber pulled the sword that was still lodged in her left leg out before starting to stand.
"Ah, so you have made your decision?" Archer asked.
"In the name of Kiritsugu Emiya, and by my command seal, I order you, Saber, use your Noble Phantasm and destroy the Grail," Kiritsugu said in a monotonous voice.
Sigrún felt her eyes grow wide in surprise over the order she had just heard.
Saber's sword, which had still been veiled in wind, started to glow a gold color as the wind dispelled.
"Impossible! What are you doing, Saber?" Archer yelled.
"No!" Saber protested.
"By my third command seal, I order you again," Kiritsugu said as he started to walk around the perimeter of the room.
"But, why, Kiritsugu?" Saber asked as she fought to raise her blade, "You, of all people. Why this?"
"Damn you to hell. You dare interrupt my nuptials?" Archer yelled, turning to look at Kiritsugu, "Mongrel!"
"Saber," Kiritsugu repeated.
"Stop!" Saber pleaded.
"Destroy the Holy Grail."
With the release of the command seal, Saber swung her sword downward and golden light released into the room, surging towards the Grail.
In the dust of the attack, what was left was a black hole, which started to spill a dark red liquid, of which fell directly onto Archer and Sigrún.
The next thing Sigrún was aware of, was the feeling of cloth being wrapped around her as she was being held. When she opened her eyes, she saw the blonde hair and red eyes of the Archer who had bound her earlier.
"Finally awake, I see," Archer said with a small smirk.
Seemingly regaining control of her senses, Sigrún quickly sat up and looked around at her surroundings. She was surrounded by smoldering debris and the only people she saw here a nude Archer and an almost dead looking Kirei Kotomine.
A small breeze then prompted Sigrún to realize that she was nude, aside from the cloth that was loosely wrapped around her. As she grasped the cloth, she also came to realize that she was sat in the lap of the nude Archer.
"What in Odin's name happened?" Sigrún asked as she shot up from Archer's lap and held the cloth to her body.
"In short, the Grail has granted the two of us flesh, and new life to Kirei," Archer said simply.
"I don't need the Grail to grant me flesh," Sigrún nearly spat, willing her lance to her hand and pointing it towards Archer, "Odin grants me flesh when I am needed to fight! As long as I have my flesh, then fight I shall."
Archer seemed to only snicker at this, gently pushing aside the tip of Sigrún's weapon.
"'Odin'? So you are Nordic, then?" Archer asked, walking towards Sigrún.
Sigrún quickly turned her lance to push Archer away with the shaft of the weapon.
"I will not privilege you to knowing who I am," Sigrún nearly spat.
Boldly, Archer grabbed the shaft of the lance, pulling Sigrún close to him by it.
"And why not? You are to become my wife, after all," Archer said with a strong smirk, "I will even tell you my true name. I am Gilgamesh, King of Uruk. Now, tell me your name, Avenger."
"Again, the answer is 'no', Archer," Sigrún seethed.
"Hmm, we shall see how much longer you stand by that stubbornness, won't we?" Gilgamesh chuckled.
Fully bare once more, Sigrún found herself against the slowly warming sheets of a bed. Her legs were free, but her wrists were bound by a chain. Despite her strength, she could not break from the single layer of metal.
"Damn Chain of Heaven," Sigrún muttered with a "tch."
"Hmm, of Nordic descent, and so strongly effected by my Chains of Heaven," Gilgamesh spoke as he casually strolled alongside the bed, fully clothed, "That narrows it down some, I suppose. You must be more than a simple shieldmaiden. And, you seem too proud to fight for the sake of mortal men. Perhaps, you're not simply of divine descent, but truly divine?"
Sigrún felt her eyes grow slightly wider at the man's conclusion. How could he know so much when her era ended after his own?
"Ah, I see that I'm getting close," Gilgamesh smirked as he sat on the bed beside the female warrior, "Well, you did say something rather interesting before. What was it now? 'Odin grants you flesh when you are needed to fight?' Then, perhaps you are the infamous Brynhilder? She would certainly have much to be vengeful about."
Hearing the name of her lost sister, Sigrún made a last attempt to free herself from the chain binding her wrists.
"Closer," Gilgamesh snickered.
Before she could protest, a hand was pressing her hip down into the mattress.
"Now, let's see if I can get an answer out of you," Gilgamesh said, his voice holding a sultry tone as the hand not holding the woman's hip moved to sit between her legs.
Quickly, Sigrún tried to closed her legs to stop the man from proceeding, but two new chains manifested, wrapping around her thighs before pulling them apart; not enough to hurt, but enough to allow Gilgamesh ease of access.
"Why fight it, my Queen? I will give you all the pleasures of the world," Gilgamesh said as he leaned forward, his mouth nearing Sigrún's bare chest.
The man's lips ghosted over the soft skin of Sigrún's breast, soon closing over one of her pert nipples while two of his fingers ran slowly through her lower folds.
Sigrún screwed one of her eyes tightly closed, her throat constricting to try and limit any sounds.
This, however, did not stop the blonde male on top of her. In fact, it urged him on further.
He added his teeth into the mix, and this made Sigrún try to shy away from his touch, to no avail.
"D-damnnit," Sigrún muttered.
"You need only tell me your name, and I can give you all the pleasures you seek," Gilgamesh said, his voice sultry as he briefly broke from the woman's chest.
As his lips returned to the soft, puckered skin, his hand started to invade into Sigrún's center.
Futilely, Sigrún tried to pull her thighs in to stop the main's hand, but the chilling bite of the chains reminded her that she could do no such thing. She had to bite onto her lower lip to keep from letting any noises pass her lips.
Unsatisfied by the silence, Gilgamesh picked up the pace of his hand, grinding the heel of his palm into the woman's clit each time his fingers were fully seated in her cunt. He then started to open the pair of fingers in a scissor-like motion, stretching the tight opening in her fresh body.
This stretching allowed a whine to escape Sigrún, much to her dismay.
"There we go," Gilgamesh said, pulling away from her chest to watch her face, "Let me hear you. Let me hear the pleasures I'm making you experience.
The man picked up his pace further, shifting his hand so his thumb was putting consistent pressure on her clit.
A fine sheen of sweat was starting to build on Sigrún's body, both from her body being pleasured by the former King of Uruk, and from her trying to suppress the sensations he was causing within her.
Trying to pull another noise from her, Gilgamesh leaned forward again, this time moving to her throat. Rather than simply kiss the skin, however, he moved straight to biting and sucking the unblemished skin.
This sudden bloom of pain caused Sigrún to cry out, then feel the man's smirk against her throat.
She could feel herself getting close despite her efforts to suppress the sensations. Her breathing started to become a bit clipped, and this seemed to signal the man on top of her.
His hand stilled and his head drew back to see a look of ire in the half-lidded, blue eyes beneath him.
"If you want to reach the peak of your pleasure," Gilgamesh muttered before leaning in towards Sigrún's ear, "Tell me your name."
Sigrún let out a huff and moved to turn away, only for a hand to grab her jaw, the other flicking at her now highly sensitive clit.
"You will answer me, or I will have you a writhing mess beneath me, unable to find release," Gilgamesh snickered.
He flicked Sigrún's clit again to further prove his point.
This caused the woman to let out a whine of frustration. Her name was perhaps the most precious thing to her, having been only one of few Valkyries to receive a name.
"Are you Brynhilder?" Gilgamesh asked, making the woman look at him as she writhed.
"No, I'm not," Sigrún whimpered out.
"Then who?"
Sigrún let out another desparate whine, her eyes screwing shut before muttering,
"I am only known as Valkyrie. Few of us were gifted names."
Gilgamesh let out a small "tch," but did not go back on his word.
Quickly, his hand was moving to get Sigrún back to the point he had stolen from them. And just as they were to tip over the edge, he leaned down and, for the first time that night, laid a kiss on Sigrún's lips, claiming her as his.
Sigrún's cry was muffled by this kiss, but her abdomen and thighs tightened and shook as the orgasim ripped through her body. The intensity from the delay had left the woman gasping for breath while Gilgamesh pulled away from her body. The chains around her thighs dissipated, but the one around her wrists remained.
"Enjoy this brief pause, Valkyrie, for you will not be resting for long," Gilgamesh said as he pulled his shirt off and stalked back over to the panting woman.
