Not Too Late

Being A Little Friendly

Yn's POV

As I ride through the city Kiev I feel the glares of a certain little boy. I get off my horse before heading over to him. As soon as I do he starts to hit into me. I just stand there and take it before he runs out of breath. "You done?" "You left me, that wasn't the deal-" "there are more important things then deals Igor I had to leave" he looks up at me still mad. " Be mad at me Igor but you're lucky I came back at all" I roll my eyes and head off back to my room.  I didn't mean to be so cold to him. I just didn't have the brain capacity to deal with him being mad at me when I've left and come back over and over again. I just ... Needed a break from everyone and deal with it tomorrow. But right now I need alcohol.

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Ivar's POV

How dare she yell at Igor. He loved her so much and she just brushed him off as if he were nobody. He cried himself to sleep. I go into her room. "How dare you brush him off Yn, he just missed you, you upped and left out of no where" when she doesn't respond I get closer to her. As I do I step in a puddle of liquid near her. As I sit across from her I inspect the liquid. Blood. I look at her with a little worry. Then I take a clear look at her. She has a bottle in her hand and her eyes haven't moved from the stars. Beside her is a few more bottles. She's drunk. "You know when you're by yourself you think alot" I watch her as she takes another gulp. "I reflect on all I've done and I feel shit" she half laughs before drinking some more.

"Lagertha's Dead and I didn't even get to say sorry to her. Sorry that I ended things the way they did" "Yn why is there blood?" She looks at me for the first time tonight and I see it all. The emotions she hides behind her eyes all come flooding out. I can see the dark circles under her eyes and the redness from her crying. I grab her ankles as she straightens her legs. I place her feet on the top of my thighs and see the stab marks along the top of her thighs. "I didn't mean to talk to him that way but I've done it before I have a meltdown or two every few months so I'm not bottling everything up" "Come here" the words left my lips without my brain knowing.

She looks at me and takes a drink before sitting in my lap. My hands lay on her bloody thighs. I rub it slowly hoping it soothes her. She lays her forehead on my shoulder. She takes deep slow breaths before pulling back and drinking. "My life sucks" she tries to laugh but cries at the same time. She pulls her shirt up and reveals all the marks on her stomach. "who could love someone with so many stories and not one of them are good?" As she puts her shirt down my fingers slide over her scars. I feel her looking at me so I look up at her. "Is it hard?" "Is what hard?" "Not being normal?"

I watch as she drinks some more before I take the bottle away from her. She lays her head back on my shoulder and I rub her back. "It's not that bad" I feel her fingers run through my hair and I can't help but let a pleasurable sigh. It's been a long time since I've been this close to anyone. And it's comforting. The feeling of her warm breath on my neck sends chills down my spine. "I don't mind that your legs don't work" I smile slightly at her comment. "I don't mind your scars" she pulls her head up and we make eye contact. "But they're all over my body, even my face"

My hand goes up to her cheek and I stroke her cheek with my thumb. I feel the urge. The urge to just kiss her. So that's what I do. I lean in close and I see her eyes flicker from mine to my lips. She leans in and kisses me. Her lips are so soft and taste so sweet. Her skin is smooth despite the scars. She moans against my lips and runs her hands through my hair again. I wanted her. I didn't think I wanted her but I did. We may be different but in some ways we're the same and I've never connected with someone like this. It's soothing. But now isn't the time to take her. She's drunk. And she's lonely. She'll probably tell me to leave her alone in the morning.

I pull back as we catch our breaths. "I want to do this when you're sober so I know you feel something towards me and it isn't just lust" she nods and cuddles into me. "I miss them, my family. And I'd think they'd like you, this you, not Ivar the boneless but Ivar Lothbrok" I stroke her hair as our breathing syncs up. "I'm not a good guy Yn" I feel her move as she laughs slightly. "I'm not a good guy either" I lean my chin on the top of her head and hear her yawn. She cuddles up to me more and relaxes. "Goodnight Ivar.." her voice almost a whisper. I smile against the top of her head. Soon after small snores leave her mouth. "Goodnight Yn.."