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Author's Notes | I don't really think a thing like this would be completely ok for both sides, so I decided to write it from Hvitserk's POV. Hope you don't mind but it came out a little more angst than I was planning haha.
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Ivar x Reader, Hvitserk x OC.
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW7
Words |2053
⁑ Warnings: ANGST
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One more cup and the jar was empty.
"Bring more mead," my voice sounded and the slave brought a new amphora with mead to my table.
At the Hall, they were celebrating - Ivar's wife was full with child and they were happy, feasting, partying.
"Won't you join them, Hvitserk?"
"No," I answered, cutting the familiar voice before Þyra could finish that sentence.
However, she sat beside me anyway, causing me to swallow the whole cup of mead at once, filling it again.
Or intending to, if her fingers weren't holding my amphora, preventing me from pouring more mead into my cup.
"Is it me, or are you sad for your brother's good news?" she asked.
