Ayanna's Pov
I truly hated it, more than just with a passion. The excruciating pain of the never ending throbbing across my entire temple kept me up most nights. And tonight was no real exception to that. Each dream, or perhaps vision seemed to gradually grow more out of hand than the very previous one. I shifted slightly causing the weight of the bed to shift slightly staring at nothing but empty blank walls, the occasional sound of the house settling in.
Just one good night's sleep shouldn't be that hard to come by. I hadn't kept count of how many times I had shifted on my side before a small yelp left me feeling Ivar's arm had snakes around my entire waist yanking my back towards his chest. His head pressed into the crook of my neck for such a moment.
"How much longer are you gonna pretend to me that you have been resting and fast asleep? You've haven't gotten sleep in at least a good moon." I sighed heavy making sure to keep my eyes on the dark patterns of the wall. My chest rising and falling with so much ease as I kept speaking quietly.
"Ivar I need to ask you an important question." It grew quiet in the room before Ivar was blurting out roughly.
"I didn't eat all the cake." The hardest snort tore through me sighing with a weak laugh sitting up first with a grunt as I moved the furs away for a moment, keeping my eyes focused on the male as he did the same thing with a grunt running both his hands through his messy hair with a loud grunt.
"Although that's amusing as it is. That's not the question." I could feel him staring at me his hands being placed right back into his lap.
"I'm listening?" I shifted my head to gaze at him for just a moment before speaking as calmly as I could.
"Ivar if I was to die, today or tomorrow. Would you be able to keep raising our children without me guiding you?" It was like a deadly silence before Ivar was exclaiming quickly which I knew was loud enough to wake the children.
"Of course not! What sort of question is that Ayana. You die and I will reek hell on everyone in my path." I faced palmed deeply the answer to a question, wasn't the exact answer I was hoping for from Ivar. some old thoughts never left his mind.
"I've been having dreams lately about my death- Ivar! You haven't even let me finish."
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Speaking to Ivar usually went in one or two directions. He one could be the smartest person you know and thought rationally. Or he could be a little weak minded and freak out about little things, he always wanted the bigger picture and wanted to make sure it wasn't the worse outcome. Though he had no fears he showed willingly.
"How long have your dreams been occurring?" I folded my arms over my chests seeing his serious expression over his stern features, both of us sitting in the floor listening to the occasional sound of running footsteps from the boys playing tag with one another.
"A few months maybe? It only started bothering me when I started having mid day black outs." He rubbed at his chin a couple times with a dazed like expression, shaking his head a few times.
"My mother use to have visions... And most of them came true she dreamed I drowned and I almost died. I'm sure she dreamed her own death as well. This is serious my love." I sighed quietly rubbing at the bridge of my nose for just a moment watching Freyr had came back for just a moment to stand behind Ivar to help him fix his braid so his hair wasn't getting into his face.
"Mom! someone is at the door." I perked up a bit at Runé's loud voice echoing around.
"Well don't open it, let me do it." Ivar sighed
getting up with the help his crutch. He never really gave anyone time to do anything on their own. I heard the boys rushing off to following Ivar, hearing Rúne had came to rest near me.
"How come dad freaks out about everything with you mom?" It caused me to laugh a little nervous like since I didn't exactly know the answer. It could be care, it could be worry. It could be a mix of things.
"It could be a mix of things really sweetie. Your father has a temper and sometimes it just makes him think of the worse outcomes before the good that could come you know?" She was nodding her head deeply in agreement each time, messing with each of her curls. The loudest sounded of exclaims had the both of us turning our bodies into the direction of the front door entrance.
"What the hell are you doing here?! How do any of you keep finding any of these places."
"ill tempered as ever I see. Nice to see you too brother."
"Uncle Bjorn!"
My entire body froze up quite literally Rúne's own eyes growing in deep size. "Uncle Bjorn is here?" She questioned gently all the way. I had stood up rushing up off the floor as quickly as I could gently urging the boys away from the door Ivar glancing at me. I stared Bjorn straight into his blue eyes seeing his lock into mine shifting even more.
"Hello Ayana."
