The Nephilim & The Maiden

I n t o x i c a t e d (ᛗ𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦)

A/N:

Heh... so sob story yesterday about poor, unfortunate me and now today I managed to write the last scene and then half-ass edit... and then post it. *sigh* Well, this is probably not my best chapter, like I said in yesterdays post I am not fully sold on my ending yet but I know what the next big plot point will be so this is supposed to be one of those chapters to aim the characters in that direction.

About my update yesterday; I wasn't fishing for compliments, I was just low, really low and feeling lonely and for some reason, posting that made me feel a little better.

For the ones who commented yesterday, thank you form the bottom of my heart. Honestly, you have no idea how much your words helped to pull me out of that low 💜

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Ivar's POV

My rage was already boiling over and it was barely mid morning. Rollo had left early in the morning, before the sun rose over the fjord. When I woke up to see all of his men and ships gone, I was confused but now I knew exactly why he did this.

Rollo had told me last night of where he found Lagertha. She and the others were camped out in one of her and Ragnar's old hunting cabins. I had made the arrangements to go there early this morning to capture that rat of a woman. But to my surprise, the cabin was abandoned. The only thing they left was smoldering coals in the fire pit, a few animals in a small pen and to my disbelief, my brother's wife, Margrethe. It seems that my Uncle has now been added to the growing list of people who I can no longer trust.

My body was aching from being jostled around in my chariot which only added to my poor mood. My wheels crashed over a patch of rocks making the cart rock back and forth violently. Margrethe, who was huddled against the wall of the chariot in the fetal position, whimpered while she was being tossed to and fro.

After Margrethe had spread that rumor about me so long ago, I had every intention of letting her rot in that pig pen she was tied up in but something in me told me to take her with us back home. However, the longer I was stuck in my chariot with her, the more I realized that she has gone mad. She was mumbling incoherently the entire time and randomly looking around as if some invisible being was taunting her.

When we finally rode through the gates of Kattegat, I made my way to the open space in front of the great hall and pulled the reins of my horse back to make the animal stop. As soon as she did, I started to fuss with the straps around my waist and legs. I had to get out of this contraption before I lost my mind.

"So you didn't find them?" Harold's voice broke me from my thoughts.

For a moment I had forgotten about my Uncle smuggling Lagertha out of Norway but Harold's question brought back all of the rage I had felt earlier. "No. They were gone. Except this one." I snapped.

I jabbed my finger in Margrethe's direction. Harold came around the side of the chariot and looked down at the girl who was huddled up and trying to stay as far away from me as the small space would allow. "They left her behind." I smiled sarcastically down at her before I pat the top of her head harshly making her flinch.

"Why is she bound?" Harald asks.

"Because she is mad." I answered, leaning over to Harold and raising my brows in a dramatic manner. "Hvitserk!" I knew my brother would want to see this.

Hvitserk jogged over from the fruit stand he was browsing. As soon as he came up to us his eyes landing on the girl cowering at my still aching legs. "You know her, don't you?" I already knew he did. She was the one who chose Ubbe over him.