4 book of the Vikings series
ManxMan
Gunnar smirked lewdly this time, "I'm keeping it long so you can tug on it!" It didn't surprise him he was telling him this. The man on how much he sputtered that he was attracted to women, enjoyed whatever Gorm...
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Turns out that someone could bring his mood down. He bashed Frode's head once more. Odin knew how he wanted to butcher this man. Gorm let him go making Frode slit down the wall. The man whined, and he leaned his forehead onto the soil. It did nothing to slow the pounding in his head.
"Where the fuck have you been, or do you want me to pick you up and do it again?" His voice was gruff. Aggressive. Gorm found out at noon that this little prince was missing from the meeting Irvina was having with King Erik. It took him all day to find Frode only to discover him the second he returned through the gate. It immediately made him suspicious.
Then this brat insulted him to his face. So he did what he always wanted to do, punch him. Now here they were. "I will not repeat myself!" Frode picked up his head from the ground. The side of his face was swollen, and he glared at him with his good eye.
"I was just wandering," the prince croaked out. Gorm growled and kicked his head. It flew back, and a sound of bone cracking resonated around them.
He crouched by the prince, "Talk, or I will start chopping off body parts!" Frode groaned and slumped towards the ground. Gorm picked up his head by his hair. His nose seemed to be broken from the kick. Frode whimpered.
"Erik told me to leave, that he will take care of everything. He's not planning to kill Irvina. Only make her surrender and help me convince people that I should be King," another whimpered followed his hurried words.
Gorm frowned, "Why did he want you to leave?" Frode shrugged and slumped into the snow once more. He hissed when it made contact with his bloody face. Gorm let go of his face and stood up. He needed to find Irvina.
*
Gunnar looked at his sister who's busted lip was bleeding. She was sitting tied to the bench. Her eyes were glaring at the King that was now occupying her throne. His eyes moved to Halfdan next. His unconscious form was sprawled close to the fire pit, where they pushed his hand into the fire so he would let his axe go. Then they punched him hard enough to make him blackout. Then his gaze focused on Hvitserk, kneeling across him with a sword at his throat.
Irvina was crying at them the whole time for them to let him go. That was probably the first time he saw her cry. Hvitserk's was clutching his arm, an arrow sticking out of it, his head tilted back.
He hissed as one of the men pressed his foot into his thigh. Gunnar was kneeling on a painfully aching knee. One of the men pushed him down roughly enough they might have broken it. His whole face was in pain. That was probably from the cut Erik's sword had inflicted. From his ear to his cheek, maybe even further. He wasn't sure how big it was since Erik let one of his men punch him into his face. Of course, their fist had met the cut a few more times than necessary to prove a point.
Ha had a sword to his throat. He wasn't planning on moving. Everything went down so fast. One minute Irvina was nodding for Gorm to look for Frode, and then she was making a speech. Some shit about alliances. And then people were fighting. Their soldiers were dying. He didn't even know that Erik had so many men here, and then they were flooding the whole room. Halfdan was pushing his way through the room to get Irvina out, and then the door closed. Then everything went to shit. Gunnar scowled at the man next to him. He wanted to wring someone's neck. Preferably his brothers for even inviting this King in.
*
His hurried steps made prints in the snow. They were on the outskirts further from the city and close to the gates. He didn't exactly want the people to see him beating up the brother of their Queen. His steps turned into sprinting once he could see the Great hall. Its door closed shut. Was he too occupied with Gunnar to even notice that Erik had the upper hand? To even notice that the King was flooding their Kingdom.
Suddenly something collided with his side. The force of a man pushed him into one of the huts. His head banged with force, and his whole brain rattled. For a moment, his sight only saw black. He closed his eyes forcefully and shook his head. When he opened them, and his eyes found the attacker, he groaned out loud. He seriously had enough.
