Justice - Part II

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Author's Notes | I had someone requesting me a part II for this fiction, however, due to the many things that my computer passed through these times, I, unfortunately, lost the print of this request

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Author's Notes | I had someone requesting me a part II for this fiction, however, due to the many things that my computer passed through these times, I, unfortunately, lost the print of this request. So, I made a generic part II, waiting that my requester will come back and tell me what he/she wanted! Feel free to request me more of this, sweet anon of mine! Or anyone who wants!

Universe | Vikings

Pairing | Hvitserk x Servant! Reader

Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon

Words |1163

Warnings: ANGST, alcohol abuse.

⁑ Warnings: ANGST, alcohol abuse

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Justice was done.

Yet, your master's heart was destroyed. You could feel it in the tight way he held the horse reins or clenched his jaw behind you during the whole way he made at a slow pace from his house to the Great Hall. You could see it in the few times he released the reins to wipe his face from the silent tears you knew he cried all the way back to what was his former home, from when he was single.

You remember you served him and your ex-mistress in that place sometimes when he came to see his brothers.

"Bring me some mead," he ordered putting his sword over the table and sitting down on a chair. You softly placed his cloak near him and searched for the amphorae to bring him a cup of mead, but instead of letting you take the amphora with you, he stopped your hands, holding it with him.

At the first one he drunk dry, you thought he would be mourning for a time... But after the fifth, he was drunk already. And angry... And full of tears in his eyes.

Your poor master...

"More!"

His orders were starting to ache in your heart. You didn't want to see him like that! Even more for a woman like your former mistress and what she did...

"You're drinking too much..."

"I said more!" he yelled, already clumsy. "You said you wanted to serve me... Now do it! Serve me more mead!"

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