Threaded Through Time|Vikings.

five: gone.

[A/N: if you have watched the last part of 6 through amazon prime then ya'll know the ending. this fanfic will have two endings, my ending which diverges from canon and an ending that follows canon. my ending for this fanfic is the main ending. also once I complete this, I will be doing an AU for this fanfic, details about it later will be noted.]

[A/N: also thought i'd say this now WARNING WARNING WARNING: there will be sex/sexual scenes in here. like oral sex, vaginal sex, and so forth in explicit detail. so I will warn you at the beginning of the chapter and when it will occur if you are not comfortable with that so you may skip. this warning will be on ao3 where i posted it too, though I'm sure they'll expect it there. lmao.]

She saw him, she saw Ivar laying upon a beach. The boy's blue eyes blinking open as he looked to his left, his eyes seeming to lock onto something. What was Ivar looking at, she wondered. And for a matter of fact, how the hell was she seeing this? She was not a volva as Aslaug had been, so was she seeing the past...in a dream? "Who are you?" the words left Ivar's mouth, making her frown deepen and she followed his gaze, a face so familiar lay upon the sand near Ivar. She was redhead and green eyes, young and tall and wearing...scrubs? Doctors scrubs?! She was wearing 21st-century clothing. Ivar's thoughts were different from Aela's in this memory. She was...pretty, her red fire hair lighter but redder than Aela's and she had mesmerizing sea-green eyes. Who was she, he wondered. Aela, however, partially recognized this young woman from...before, she swore she had seen her before. She leaned forward and spotted the small badge clipped to her scrubs.

"Ofelia." she and Ivar spoke simultaneously. Aela just stared while Ivar frowned confused and tilted his head while staring at her. The woman slowly turning her head with a frown.

"Who are you?" the words left Ofelia's mouth and suddenly Aela gasped awake, Torvi standing over her with a concerned frown upon her face.

"Are you alright, Aela?" the woman asked with concern. She knew Aela wasn't pleased and admittedly slightly angry with Lagertha about killing Aslaug. She wondered if her mother even realized the revenge and anger this would bring down upon her. Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Ivar would demand revenge, Sigurd not so much. The man didn't hold too much love for her since his mother neglected him the moment Ivar had been born. Even though Lagertha had held a proper funeral for the woman, she still found herself irritated.

"Yes, I'm fine." Aela nodded and cleared her throat, rubbing her eyes and sitting up in her seat. The woman rubbed her nose, barely noticing the blood on her sleeve, which the others had not. Aela, in the end, loved her mother far too much despite her faults to be angry with her too long, however, she would constantly remind her of the consequences.

"I hope you are not still angry with your mother over Aslaug. I understand what you mean when you say consequences but..." Torvi started to say, swallowing hard and crossing her arms. "Aslaug destroyed your mother's life, though I'm sure she blames Ragnar for some it." She tells her friend who stands up and squeezes Torvi's hand.

"Aslaug and my father are both at fault for what occurred. What's done is done, if I could change it...I would, but I cannot." Aela sighed and told her friend who smiled at her, Aela returning the smile.

"Ubbe and Sigurd have returned." the voice of Astrid speaks up as she steps into the room. Torvi and Aela exchanged looks with nervous eyes before they turn and follow Astrid out to the throne room where her mother sits upon the throne. Ubbe and Sigurd burst into the room as Astrid and Torvi step away from Lagertha, but Lagertha gently grasps her daughter's hand and keeps her by her side. Aela glancing over at the servant in the room tending to her son with more nervousness, she really did not want her son in the middle of this.

"Where's our mother?" Ubbe demanded angrily.

"She's dead, Ubbe." Lagertha replies coldly, Aela sighing and closing her eyes for a moment. "I killed her." Aela can observe the shock upon Sigurd and Ubbe's faces at the news of Aslaug's death.