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queenquinzel715 · 3 years

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~Ivar 18+

I was 16yrs old when I first met Ivar, and something told me he would do amazing things. Growing up I was the 'wrong child'. I would do the opposite of what other girls and the Christians would do. I would run, fight, and spit with the boys, but when I turned 11 I was sold to slavery from my parents.

"I will not raise a heathen" I remember hearing my mother say as she left me to the slave traders.

I was a child when Ragnar Lothbrok came to Wessex, and I hid in the kitchen of the trade. I didn't know, at that time, that the blue eyed man that covered me from being seen was THE Ragnar Lothbrok.

At the age of 13, the castle bought me from the trade. When I got to the castle King Ecbert said I was too strong hearted to be a slave, so he had his son train me in war, and he would teach me and Judith literature. I had just turned 16 when Ragnar returned to Wessex, but he only had his cripple son, Ivar, with him, and at the time I only thought he was a cripple. I learned he was much smarter than he let people believe.

"You might not remember me Ragnar, but you saved me as a child." You said in norse.

"I did?" He looks me over.

"I was hiding in the kitchen, and you covered me with a blanket." I said giving him a cup of water.

He nods as he chews.

"I want you to know I've been feeding your son as well, and he's fine. Has been learning games from prince Alfred." I smile when he smirks.

"Thank you." I nod as I walk away.

My next stop was Ivar, but, unlike his father, he has a room. As I come to the door my body stops, and I don't understand why my body reacts to him. I've always been in control of my body, but with Ivar's touch, his hard stare, and just having him around my body just do what it wants.

My grip tightens on the tray as I open the door, and as I see Prince Alfred playing chess with Ivar. They do some sort of game everyday.

"I...I have your food Ivar." I place the tray next to him, and as I walk around him his finger taps my hand.

"I would like grapes (y/n)." Alfred says.

"Oh yes sir." I bow before rushing to the kitchen grabbing different grapes.

I rush back in and they are in a deep conversation, so I just placed the bowl down and got back to work. A week later, I stood by the gate as Ivar was loaded into a wagon. While I was looking at him I didn't notice King Ecbert standing behind me.

"Falling for a Viking." He says as he stands next to me.

"I'm sorry?"

"You can't stop feelings from growing. You must follow your soul." He kisses the top of my head before he walks to Ivar, who is looking straight at me.

After they finish talking I walk up to Ivar, and he grabs my hand as I sit next to him. He smiles as his ruff thumb runs over my soft hand.

"Be safe." He tells me.

"Of course." I hand him the gloves I made. "Remember Ivar you may be cripple, but you are stronger than anyone." I whisper as he pulls the gloves on.

"You were born to listen to Thor's hammer." He slides a necklace over my head leaning close. "I will be back for this." He whispers with a small tug on the hammer.

"Goodbye Ivar the boneless." I smile as I walk toward King Ecbert.

Ecbert held me as we watched Ivar ride off, and I twirl the little hammer. After King Aelle killed Ragnar King Ecbert had me learn more war strategy, fighting technique, and different languages. I became more of a warrior than a slave, and I loved it.

Months later

I've been working so hard over the months I couldn't even miss Ivar, but I do dream of him fighting. I did ask Ecbert why he was teaching me. "You have the heart of a Viking. When the son of Ragnar come, and either you stay here or go there you will need protection."

I was rushing to pack, and help relocate the new King of Wessex. No one would tell me why just that we had to go into hiding. We got word of Ecbert and Aelle's death, and I then learned the Vikings have arrived. I looked at the little hammer around my neck. I couldn't help but think. Will Ivar be with them, or were these different men?

Right now, we are on our way to York, because Alfred said his father told him to go. The priest. We got word of the Vikings taking over the town of York.

~skip to battle~

I am running through the town slicing through the Viking men and women, and I run into the tower. They had traps everywhere when we came in, but I jumped over the idiots that kept trying to walk over. I use my shield to cover above me as I run, but I run into a crowd of angry Vikings. All hell breaks out, I could barely see who is who. I hear a horse running fast, and I jump into the open door, and watch as Ivar comes barreling through the people. I can't believe he came back, and he's leading this raid. I run up to the tower looking over the town, and just wait. If he kills me fine, but I have to see him.

~After battle~

The battle was coming to an end as the sun started to set, and as I slowly came down the stairs the main door opened. A man walks in drawing his sword, and causing my hands to go up.

"Take me to Ivar the boneless." I surprise him by talking in norse.

"You know our language woman?" I nod.

He grabs the back of my neck with a tight grip and guides me to the throne room, and to find Ivar sitting on the throne with a dark look. He sits up straight as his eyes spot us.

"Found her coming from the tower, and she speaks our language." He says throwing me to the ground.

"Bastard." I say spitting at his feet.

He goes to hit me. "Stop." Ivar yells, stopping him.

Ivar stares at me with a questionable look, and my heart pounds in my chest. He stands up, with his crutch, making me gasp.

"You look familiar." He mumbles as he walks closer.

As he gets closer I reach for the necklace, and he stops.

"(Y/n)?" He looks at me with wide eyes.

"You finally came back." I smile softly.

"EVERYONE LEAVE!" He orders.

Once everyone was gone he grabs me by the back of my neck pulling me into his chest. He looks down at me tenderly, and plays with my hair. He leans down slowly, stopping at my lips.

"I missed you." He whispered against my lips.

"I missed you, Ivar." He kisses me as soon as I say that.

He pulls me, if possible, closer to him with his arm around my waist, and walks us to his throne. He pulls back to sit on the throw, and smiles up at me.

"I can't believe you can walk now." I giggle.

"Not really just straps, and my crutch." He points to them. "You kept the necklace?" He pulls me onto his lap.

"Of course I did. You told me you were coming back, so I wore it everyday." My cheeks start to burn as I realize what I said.

"I saw you fighting today, even though I didn't know it was you, and I was amazed." He plays with the little hamme. "Tell me, love. Are you just playing me, so I don't kill you?" He grabs a fist full of my hair.

"Ivar." You gasp. "I would never be unloyal to you. I saw you in the chariot, and knew, even if you killed me, I had to see you again." I rushed out.

He didn't even respond, he just kissed me hard, passionate, and he grabs my cheeks in his hands. I put one hand on the back of his neck, and my other hand ran over his braids. I feel his tongue run over my bottom lip, and when I don't let him in he grabs my ass, pulling me up his lap, making me gasp. He slides his tongue in as soon as my mouth opens, but I had to pull back.

"Ivar." I gasped, laying my head on his shoulder.

"You alright, love?" He moves my hair over.

"Yes. I just...my..." I huff. "I can't explain."

He chuckles. "You don't have to, love. I feel the same." He nudges me. "Come. I will show you what I feel." He guides me to the royal room. "Get comfortable." He sits on the bed, and starts taking his armor off.

I walk over to him, taking his hands away, untying the rest of his armor, and placing his weapons on the floor. He just sits there watching my every move, but when I kneel, to untie his straps, he stops me.

"I'll do this." His jaw is clenched.

"Ivar it's okay. Remember I've already seen them." I run my hands over his hands. "The only thing I care about is if you are in pain. Do they still hurt?" I look down at his legs.

"Not as much." He moves his hands. "You don't have to do this, love."

I ignore him as I finish taking his braces off, and when I place them on top of his armor he grabs my arm. He pulls me to stand in front of me, and he looks over me. He starts undoing my armor, weapons, and corset only to throw them aside with his, but he wraps his arms around my waist with his head on my stomach. I just start undoing his braids, as he relaxes mores against me, and as I play with his hair he groans. He holds my hips as he pulls back.

"Lay down Ivar." I lightly pull away to grab the fur at the bottom of the bed.

He doesn't give me time to even get the blanket over him before he pulls me on top of him causing me to straddle him. He sits up as his hands run under my shirt, and as he pulls my shirt off he doesn't stop looking in my eyes. My body shivers against him as his fingertips lightly run down my back. I rest my hands on his muscular shoulders leaning into his chest.

"Ivar." I close my eyes with gasp when his lips kiss the middle of my chest.

"(Y/N) I need you." He keeps kissing around my chest. "I need my Queen by my side." His hands grab my ass hard.

"Queen? Ivar I'm no Queen. I'm just a slave King Ecbert found." I try to push back, but he doesn't let me. "Ivar." He makes me moan as he sucks my hardened nipple.

"You will be my Queen. You are a free woman, and after tonight you will be mine." He flips us so I'm under him. "Why else did you think I returned? Yes it was to avenge my father, but I had to get the woman who couldn't leave my mind..." He kisses right under my breast. "My heart..." He kisses lower. "My dreams..." He kisses above my pants. "My soul..." He pulls my pants off. "The Gods have brought us together, and I will not leave you behind." He then licks up my center.

"IVAR!" I grab the top of his head in shock.

"Lay back, My Queen." He kisses my hip as he pushes me to the bed.

He starts licking my center like I was going to disappear, and he holds me closer to him as his tongue moves inside of me. He looks up at me with this deep predator look in his eyes, as he crawls over me, and he deeply kisses me. I run my hands down his back, to his pants, and I untie his pants. I kiss down his neck as he pulls his pants down, and grips my thighs to his hips. I nod at him to continue when he looks up at me, but he kisses before he slides into me with force. My nails grip into his shoulders as I moan loud, and he starts to ram into me.

"Oh Ivar." My head leans back. "My King." I moan loudly.

He bites my neck with a growl. "Mine." He starts to slowly ram into me. "My Queen." He holds my face in his hands as he grinds into me.

"Oh God." My eyes roll back.

"That's right, moan to your God, and let him know you are sinning with a Viking." He growls in my ear causing me to release, and follows behind me.

He falls next to me with a gasp, and pulls me to his chest. We just lay there catching our breath, and him playing with my hair. He grabs my chin, and pulls me to look up at him.

"I love you, (y/n)." He says with a soft kiss.

"I love you, Ivar." I smile.

He holds me close to him as we fall asleep.

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conaionaru · 4 years

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Woman’s game (Ivar the Boneless)

Power and control

Synopsis: Morning after and the planning for a match made in hell starts.

Warnings: Ivar, talk of sex, toxic relationship, talk of impotence, flirting

I don’t own the gifs.

Skuld woke up with an arm wrapped around her waist and a hand resting on her chest. The sun rays were hitting her right in the eye as the town worked behind the window.

"Why is your hand on my breast?" She murmured when she felt the Prince stir behind her.

Ivar grunted in annoyance and pulled his hand away. "You didn't complain when it was there yesterday."

"To be fair, I wanted it there. Now your hand is being rude." The auburn-haired girl smirked, rolling around to face the Ragnarsson. Ivar looked at her with sleepy eyes, watching her in awe at what happened yesterday. The rude girl managed to do what Margrethe failed to do. And all it took for her were a few words whispered in his ear. "What is bothering you, My Prince?"

"Ivar." He snapped back angrily, glaring at her, but calming at her raised eyebrow and challenging look. "Call me, Ivar."

She smirked and put her arm around his waist, stroking his stomach's bare skin, causing him to shiver slightly. "Then you can call me, Skuld. It is only right, don't you think?" The Earl's daughter inched towards his face, slowly leaning towards his right ear. "Ivar."

Ivar shivered once again at the whispered words, loving the way his name sounded on her lips. It's worrisome how fast he had grown attached to her, and all it took was a night with her. His brothers would laugh in his face if they knew, or they would get real quiet. After all, they do think he is truly boneless.

"Skuld, it is then." He agreed as she smirked in victory at him saying her name. And to think yesterday he wanted her gone. He is thankful for helping him prove that he is, in fact, a man, but he would never say it out loud. Her ego is big enough, and she has no business knowing it. "Hvitserk and Bjorn are leaving today, and my journey with Father is coming closer."

Skuld burrowed her face in his chest and lightly dragged her fingers up and down his arm. "Are you nervous? Or are you worried you will miss them?"

The Prince scoffed and shook his head. "They annoy me! At least it will finally be quiet. And I have nothing to be nervous about; I fear nothing." He boasted happily, the twitch of his fingers betraying his confidence. "What of you? Are you not worried about your brothers and mother. She is old, after all." Ivar mocked, causing her to glare at him.

"Of course I am worried, I am not heartless. But they are more capable than people take them for—even my old Mother, especially my mother. Ylva the Bold is not to be taken by the Valkyrie yet. She still has many battles before her." Skuld boasted proudly of her mother's courage and power.

The woman took what the gods gave her and made the best of it. She got married to a brave warrior who rose to be Earl and bore him many children. She became a legendary shieldmaiden and became the Earl of Yudan after her husband's death, ruling an earldom and raising six children. Of course, she had to fight to stand where she is now; no one just hands you power. You have to take it and fight to keep it.

"Are you saying that as a daughter or as a Norn and Valkyrie?" Ivar joked, making her roll her eyes. She heard the phrase over a thousand times. Her mother took great care of choosing all her children's names, so naming her daughter after the Goddess of future was no surprise. The Norn Skuld was the one who cut the threads of life and a Valkyrie who picked warriors to enter Valhalla. Yet men dared to use her name as a pick-up line when they wanted to sleep with her.

"I am saying this a person who saw her mother cut down men with daring tongues on the daily." Skuld hissed, rising from her laying position and shifting into a sitting position at the edge of the bed. "Everyone who ever underestimated her died a painful death. And frankly, I love living. So if you share my passion for life, shut up."

She stood up and went to pick up her discarded dress when the door to Ivar's opened, and his brothers stood there with their mouths open. "Morning, Brothers," Ivar smirked at their shocked faces, all aware of what went on between him and the girl last night.

"What happened here, Ivar?" Sigurd asked dumbly, causing the couple to roll their eyes at the obvious answer. "Did he hurt you?"

Skuld fixed her dress and combed her fingers through her hair to tame it. A teasing gleam was set in her eyes, enjoying the drama she caused. "Quite the opposite, My Prince. Ivar and I had lots of fun yesterday, but he is all yours now. I am satisfied for now." She walked towards the door, looking at the smug Ragnarsson over her shoulder. "Have a nice day, Ivar."

The said Viking smirked back at her, liking the way she mocked his brothers with their activities. Skuld fixed the other sons of Aslaug with a smug look and walked past them, ignoring their lustful and shocked gazes burning holes in the back of her head. "A nice to you too, My Princes."

The brothers looked back at Ivar, who spread his arms with a smirk on his face. "Your slave was not good enough, Brothers. Luckily Skuld is not as useless as Margrethe."

"You are late, Sister!" A voice called out from the window of the longhouse that Earl Ylva and her children currently occupied. Her brother Gunne was standing in the window without a shirt, amused by her walk of shame. Yet all Skuld did was mockingly bow to him and enter their home to see her family gathered around the table, breaking their fast. She sat in her down in the last vacant chair and smiled at her mother, sheepishly.

"Please tell me it was no one important," Egil begged the girl who still looked disheveled despite her efforts.

Skuld scoffed and ripped a piece of bread off, smirking at her irritated oldest brother. "I am sure Prince Ivar wouldn't be all too happy about being called unimportant." Egil scoffed and slammed his cup against the table, leaning back in his chair in a dramatic flare. Ylva rolled her eyes at her son's antics and turned to Skuld, who drank from her cup as if she was dying of thirst. "It's not like I am the only one who had sex yesterday. Don't be so judgy, Brother."

"It's not like we have to worry about unwanted children when Haldor's fooling around." Brandr pointed out, jerking his head towards the youngest son, who looked just as rumpled as Skuld. The youngest son nodded at that, looking at his annoyed sister with wide eyes.

Skuld nodded along and snorted at the explanation. "Shut up, you buffoon!" They all started arguing at that, while their mother watched them with tired eyes, regretting ever coming to Kattegat. Ylva slapped her hand against the table, startling her children and making them look at her surprised while she twirled her spoon in her hand.

"It doesn't matter who slept with who, if you are with child, you will decide if you want to keep it or we will arrange a marriage. Do as you will, Skuld, but don't fight with your brothers." She spoke lowly, her eyes narrowing in a glare when Egil smirked at Skuld in victory. "And do keep your mouths shut, boys. Especially you, Egil. That is not how you will raise your daughter; Kara deserves better. Now..."

Ylva stood from her chair and walked towards Stigandr, who was quiet this whole time. She patted his curly hair before he brushed her off, embarrassed... "Sharpen your weapon and pack. Don't forget, a dull blade is-"

"Is an invitation for death." Her children finished, repeating the words of wisdom their mother repeated to them like a mantra. Their father's blade was dull during the battle in Paris, and Ylva believes to this day that her husband would have survived if he sharpened it better. No one had the courage to tell her it wouldn't stop him from getting beheaded by a Frankian.

Ylva nodded and walked out of the longhouse with her sword strapped to her hip, always ready for a fight. The siblings looked between each other and then, annoyed, split apart. Egil and Gunne went out to spar; the latter still shirtless. Stigandr took Brandr down to the market to explore, while Skuld and Haldor went to their rooms to wash themselves and redress.

Ylva walked the streets of Kattegat with her head held high, and her hand clenched in fists. She heard the rumors yesterday at the feast and thought of nothing else the whole night. The bastard returned after such a long time, and she had every right to see him. To scream at him and hold a sword against his neck.

She could see Ivar crawling alongside a man dressed in dirty clothing, the man's head is bald, and he has a beard. She walked towards them, not bothering to hide her hate. The older male heard the approaching footsteps and looked over his shoulder at the angry shieldmaiden he hadn't seen in nearly ten years. He winced and faced her, bracing himself for a hit.

But Ylva did nothing, only glared at him, standing two feet away from them while Ivar looked up at her curiously. "Earl Ylva Hakonsdottir." Ragnar greeted her, smiling at her in his usual way, obviously uncomfortable about the reunion. "Have you come to kill me?"

Ylva snorted and looked down at the cripple who slept with her daughter. "Perhaps I have. Or perhaps I want to talk to you about your son, who hid his cock in my daughter."

With a wave of his hand and a nervous chuckle, Ragnar ignored her obvious anger. "And which one was it?"

"Me."

Ragnar stared down at Ivar, who raised an eyebrow at his father in a challenge, in case the older man would question his ability to satisfy a woman. "Well, nothing I can do about it now."

"I don't care about that." She glared at him and got in his face, her eyes unforgiving. "I pray that the gods favor your son more than they ever favored you. If I lose any of my children or my own life, you will pay for it, Lothbrok. You will bleed for every broken promise you ever made." With that, the shieldmaiden left the two men behind, Ivar looking at Ragnar, waiting for an explanation.

Ragnar walked off with his son following behind, weirded out by what just happened. "You fucked her daughter?"

"Yes. Why are you asking? Are you curious how a cripple satisfies women?" Ivar mocked smirking to himself, while Ragnar rolled his eyes at the answer.

"Just curious how long you will keep your cock if you get it too close to Ylva's daughter. She does have a ferocious mother and five brothers. And if she is anything like the Lioness, you will have no ways to satisfy a woman again." The older Viking explained to his son, who looked up at him in annoyance.

"Skuld is no threat to me." Ivar spat back, staring at his father's back. "Her mother seems like a threat to you, though. Why is that, huh?"

The King of Kattegat shrugged and slowed down to match Ivar's crawling. "I invited her husband to the last battle in Paris. He bought her along, and they both fought by my side against Rollo. He was beheaded, and she blamed me for his death. After all, I was the one who promised him certain victory and riches."

Ivar scoffed at the story and spat on the ground in anger. "He was the one who got killed; it's not your fault. And she should be happy he is in Vallhalla, celebrating with Odin. She even got the position of Earl; there is nothing to be bitter about."

"That's not how she and I see it."

Skuld walked down the streets of Kattegat with two girls she met today. The two were twins, very chatty and nosy. But Skuld learned that no matter the personality, people are always useful. And the more you know, the more you can use it in your favor—especially nosy girls with no filter.

In the end, everything came back to power. Wealth, information, and fame all bring you control, and who had all three is the winner. She yearned to be the winner, to be all-powerful and untouchable.

So Skuld spent her life gathering fame and information. If you smile at the right people and talk to those who have something to say, you are one step closer to your goal. All it took was repeating their names before bed so that she wouldn't forget them, and remembering their information was easier.

Everything of value, Skuld knew by heart and would never forget. All the friendliness and chit chat paid off in the end. She would be better than her mother. Ylva relied on warriors and her fame from battle; that's where her power laid.

Anyone can swing a weapon around and raid, but only the most cunning can manipulate and strategize. Like her, Ivar and Aslaug. The Queen of Kattegat rose high thanks to her looks and mind.

Skuld's mind was always a gift; Ylva was sure of it. And the girl took pride in the way her brain worked. Ivar's mind was fascinating as well; that's why she slept with him. The Ragnarsson was far more cunning than be seemed, and people ignored his mind for his legs.

But walking isn't a miraculous deed, yet he longed to be like everyone else. That's why she pitied him; he focused on his disability and ignored his intelligence. If he furthered his wits, he would be unstoppable.

Skuld stopped in her walk and smirked in victory; her idea was brilliant. Why not show him how powerful knowledge is?

Ivar sat on a stone as his father talked to the men who agreed to sail to England with them. They were obviously in it for the money that Ragnar gave them, not worthy of the gifts at all. They were pathetic and would probably end up as arrow fodder.

The King of Kattegat turned on his heel and strode back to his son, seeing a young girl walking towards them. Her auburn hair swayed in the wind as she smiled at people with her head held high and pride in every step she took.

The girl smiled sat Ragnar as well and continued in her way to them; Ivar followed his gaze and smirked when he saw her; the girl returned the gesture and sat next to him on the stone. "Hello, Ivar. My King."

"And you are?" Ragnar asked her curiously, noticing the way Ivar stared at her. He was intrigued by her, the deep neckline of her tight dress only encouraging his hungry stares.

"Skuld Ylvasdottir. I am sure you have heard of her. She mentions you very often when drunk." Ragnar grimaced at the explanation, connecting the dots. Of all the women in the world, Ivar had to fuck the one whose father died because of him.

He can see the girl's appeal; she was pretty, with a smile that said she knew things no one else did, but eyes as sharp as an arrowhead. Skuld was confident and knew people found her attractive. It reminded Ragnar of Aslaug a long time ago, when he first met the Princess.

Seeing the stares the two young Vikings shared, he slinked off to talk to other people, two couple not noticing him leave at all. "I have a proposition, Ivar."

The Ragnarsson looked at her with a raised eyebrow, curious about what she had to say.

"I want to visit you today in your chambers. Would you like that?"

He smirked and nodded, well aware of her intentions. Skuld smiled at his obvious excitement and shook her head at his inability to hide it. "But first..." she tilted her head to the side to seize him up and chuckled at what she saw. "Tell me what you desire. And I don't mean now. What do you want the most in your life?"

"I want to be equal to my brothers. I want Father to be proud of me, and people to fear me." Skuld shook head in humor at his honest words. He was so predictable, seeking honor above all else.

Ivar glared at her dismissal, but before he could insult her, Skuld explained herself. "Tell me, Ivar... Do you think the gods value the mind or the muscle?"

"When in battle, there are two warriors. One stands tall and slaughters his enemies with ease. He swings his sword and ax around, not thinking of anything else but the fight. Then there is another warrior, crawling between the bodies like a snake, his legs useless, but his mind sharper than any blade. While the first warrior prances around, his broad shoulders and tall frame drenched in blood, the other warrior strategizes his every move, killing just as many as the first warrior. But the first one falls first. He is hit in the back by an arrow, his frame making him an easy target for the archer. While the first warrior dies, the archer is killed by the other warrior; his crawling body hid by the dead bodies. They are both great warriors, the only difference in when they enter Vallhalla. The first one was a strong fighter that died a stupid death. The other one lived."

Ivar mulled her words over; she was right. Not all great warriors are invincible; the smarter ones live longer. "Who cares if you can walk or fuck. All that matters, in the end, is the legacy. Let your legacy be more than a battle well fought; make it a story people will tell to inspire others."

"You have a way with words, don't you?" Ivar asked, liking the way she boosted his confidence every time she was by his side. She challenged him but pushed him onward as well. Skuld is truly perfect.

"I try, My Prince Ivar."

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normatural · 5 years

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Farewell, my love

PAIRING┊Bjorn Ironside x reader; Ragnar Lothbrok x reader (platonic)

WARNINGS┊mention of sex

A/N┊I'm pretty much posting all my draft. It's called writer's block.

The horn in your hand almost fell to the ground, the blood in your body running could with the whispers your heard from the thralls.

"What did you said?" your voice sounded colder than you meant as your eyes looked at the young woman. She gulped, mumbling an apologize that only made you insist. You didn't care about gossip, but it has been years since your heard that name among the people.

Pushing people away, you made your way trough he crowd, almost losing your breath when your eyes found him. Standing in front of you was Ragnar Lothbrok, but not the same man you once loved. It's an empty shallow, without the ambitious or the joy for adventure you could see every time you spoke to him, now filled with regrets.

For a moment there was nothing but silence, not even whispers or murmurs from the others and that's when you noticed the sword craved on the floor, his gaze relaxing when his hands wrapped Ubbe in a hug. Finally, his eyes fell on you and something flickered on it, disappearing as fast as it appeared, shifting your gaze to something behind you, or better, your husband.

"Why did you come back?" his eyes showed no emotion, a coldness that you've never seen on him as he stopped in front of Ragnar, arms crossed over his chest.

"So he came back because he wants to raid England.. again?" you sat on your bed, brushing your hair while Björn got rid of his clothes.

You couldn't understand. Those eyes weren't from a ambitious man, someone who wanted an adventure.

"No one wants to follow him, saying that the Gods had abandoned Ragnar a long time ago." he sat by your side, putting your hairbrush away before gently turn your head to him, his lips meeting yours softly at first.

Björn laid you on the bed, hovering his well built body over your as his hands traveled freely on your body, his lips eagerly meeting your sometimes.

"Let's no talk about my father, huh" he whispered against your lips, eyes almost black with lust as his hand found a spot between your tights, making you gasp. "We have more important things to do now".

Bjorn knew that you used to be interested in his father, but it was before he married you. And now, the last thing he wanted to do was bring his father's name to his bed or his mind, much less to yours.

That night, Bjorn made sure to mark you with small purple bruises on the soft skin. A sign that you belonged to him now, him and no one else.

Bjorn was in the Great hall, busy with the last preparations for the raid to the Mediterranean while you were home, making sure everything was properly packed from weapons to clothes. Even though Bjorn went for more raids than you, the man wasn't the most organized to stuff what was really essencial to the longs travels.

Two bags on the corner of the room showed that your work was done, allowing you to rest by the fire, mind lost in presumptions about what the unknown land would look like.

You still could remember the shook when your eyes landed on the very well guarded Frankia. It was beautiful and different from every other land you've seen so far.. but also was the damaged. You shocked your heard. This time it would be different. You'd would succeed.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't listen to the steps behind you nor notice someone else presence until they stopped in front of you.

"You look beautiful" he said, smiling to himself as his eyes captured every feature of your face, his hand reaching to caress the scar on your cheek.

"I thought you were dead" you whispered, unable to look away from his eyes as you put your hand over his. It has been so long since you felt his touch or were this close to him.

Ragnar stepped closer and you closed your eyes, waiting for his next action. It was like your body wouldn't listen to your mind. Ragnar's beard scratched your face as his lips met the middle of your forehead, landing there for seconds before he pulled away. They foreheads resting against each other.

You didn't know why but felt like the world around you was burning, shattering. A heavy feeling finding its way to your chest and landing there enough to almost make tears stream down your face.

The touch of Ragnar's hand cupping your face made you open your eyes and you were lost again, finally founding a sign of the man you met years ago.

"See you in Valhalla, my love." The man stopped believing in Gods years ago, but he couldn't accept that this was the only chance to have you in his life and he waisted it. For you, he would believe in another place where your spirits would met again and this time, he wouldn't commit the same mistakes.

You noticed when Bjorn and Hvitserk turned away from the breath taking seascape in front of you, starring at something in the open fields.

By the corner of your eyes, a blurred image caught on your attention and you turned around. Eyes wide as two big almonds, your breath scaping as if your lungs were on fire. His words sounded in your mind one more time, voice muffled by the sounds of the crows around him.

"Ragnar.." was all the managed to leave your lips. A whisper that nobody heard but you.

You tried to get closer but once you did, his figure turned around and disappeared into the wounds taking the birds together with him. That same excruciating feeling crept into you and this time, you weren't able to be stronger than your tears.

He was gone.

And so was a part of your heart.

Bjorn hands touched your shoulders, his own wet eyes meeting yours before you buried your face on his chest, holding his body with an iron grip as he did to you. He knew it too.

"My father is dead." He said in your hair as if he was trying to convince himself.

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