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Author's Notes | Don't ask me how come this became so big. Serious. Just don't ask. Anything about Mads is too intense for me! I hope you guys like this!
Universe | Kriger
Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader
Info | Dark! Hvitserk, Biker! Hvitserk, Criminal AU, Modern Vikings AU, Crossover requested by lyanna-the-giantsbane for 5CW5
Words |7184
⁑ Warnings: Heavy ANGST. Mentions of violence, death, grieving, blood, suicide, and torture. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.
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You couldn't really believe it. After everything he did for that shitty colors, your sweet friend was there, lying cold in a wooden box, killed by the men he wanted to impress.
Guilt kicked in. You were the one who convinced Mads to get cold about CC's fast climbing on the gang, to learn from him so he could become better and maybe reach his goals. The fucking vest he never had, a symbol of something you wanted to burn to ashes now that Mads wasn't there to laugh with you and say you were a pyromaniac.
His favorite one.
You didn't dare to come closer. You knew how destroyed Joy was. She just had their baby - the baby Mads was boasting about, all happy about his soon to come child he wouldn't be there to see growing into a man - when everything happened. Her nurse was the one to find Mads' body at the door. The poor woman wasn't even bleeding anymore: the sudden and terrifying death of her husband caused her body to stop the recovering period from her labor and now she was there, stuck in between tears and a crying baby that would always remember her from what she lost. You couldn't imagine her pain, but you were sure the last person Joy would want to see was someone related to Mads' "work". So, you kept some distance, asking your best friend for forgiveness for not giving him a proper goodbye. You would respect his beloved wife's pain and you knew, somewhere in the afterlife, Mads would understand your distance and lack of words for his simple funeral.
