The Forbidden Saga G×G

Chapter 14: Alva's Homestead

Chapter 14: Alva's Homestead

Sigurd made sure of that she left Skrymir's tent before the woman would wake. She very well knew what she did was not out of love but from lust and an old union between the two that drove her to do such things. Regarding her feelings toward Skrymir what once was there was no longer. Even if Sigurd's heart had blackened from all the lives she stole something else drew her more to the Saxon girl than what she thought drew her to Skrymir. She took hold over her armour and tunic careful not to wake the sleeping Queen Sigurd dressed outside. The ari surrounding her was significantly cooler than that of previous mornings winter drew ever closer soon they will have to send quite a few hunting parties to stock up on meat, alongside to steal enough grain so they could still make mead and bread. Vili as his usual self stood grazing in the field not far from his companion as Sigurd mount him the horse refused to walk but two inches.

"Vili this is not the time for you to act like a colt now." Sigurd spoke her tone quite irrigated with the horses actions. Was it just of him to stop and question her actions? But of course even if Angelique was no Dane Sigurd had no right to kiss her the one evening then move to another the following day. Yet she was too ambitious and blind to see the truth that she made a mistake she was sure to pay for soon enough. Alva as her usual practice stood by herself in the herbal gardens she kept at hand. The remedies and balm she made from these most unusual herbs and plants memorized Sigurd who at this point was leading Vili to her mother's home. She could not manage to draw the attention of her mother for when Alva step foot within these fields she was transformed her mind seemed to have left her body and her soul absent. Alva sung to herself as she picked what was left of her flowers before they closed to fall into a deep sleep to hide themselves away from the cold grips of Hell's winter she sends to Midgard. Sigurd left her mother be walking into the homestead she shared with her when they first arrived on the English shores. Needless to say she missed those times when Sigurd would run into Alva's door as a child. Bruised or perhaps gushing blood. Ivarr told her that she must keep her chin held high bleeding and feeling pain was part of a warriors life she must get used to it. And so Sigurd did pain does not bother her any longer she much rather feel joy from robbing those of their existence then sit on a throne and bark orders like a dog on a chain.

  - Events of the Past:
Sigurd was only twelve winters old since her parents abandoned the young infant. Sigurd begged Ivarr a feared Drengr for years to teach her what he knew. On her twelve day of birth Ivarr gifted the orphan girl and Axe the very one she used to the day of his death. Yet he still did not do anything the blade was a symbol of an oath he made to her that he will train her. That very same evening of her birthday Sigurd did something foolish as it was the day of her birth she felt that she had deserve the largest portion of the dear they had hunted a few hours ago. Now tradition dictates that the two must fight until one was the victor as so the living will have the meat and the dead would at least sit alongside Odin in his hall of the fallen. Our young Sigurd did bite off more than she could chew Ivarr who wished to interfere was stopped by the clans Jarl this only meant that the girl will have to learn her place the hard way. As they stepped outside the axe Ivarr gave her was a little heavier to a child than it was for and older teenager but this did not matter to her Sigurd managed to lift the axe as high as she could to deliver the first blow. Now I beg you to keep in mind she was a child facing off a grown man her length to his was significantly small. Yet the man used his own axe against her, using her momentum to force the blade she bared into the ground below. Sigurd struggled to regain her blade yet she remembered the small knife she kept hidden from sight as the man struck down once more Sigurd rolled from under the axe. Lucky for her the blade missed her leg by a few micro inches as she stood she quickly found that her size compared to his meant that she could move much quicker than he can. Even if the man was build like a ox. She took hold over her little knife bending it backwards so the tip can face her elbow instead of the palm of her hand, Sigurd rushed him the full on assault left him rather speechless usually he was the one leading it but Sigurd's plan soon left in ruins as his boot met her chest she left unguarded knocking the wind from her. This left our little fighter gasping for wind as she did her best to recuperate enough to run from his assault. Alas she could not the man took hold over the small braid she was growing holding the lass by her hair he used a surge of momentum once again plunging her into the side of the mead hall. Thanks to the blessing of our Gods Sigurd did not pass. Yet as she laid there bloodied and bruised she still had not yet managed to regain what the man took from her. Ivarr and Alva stood helpless as they watched him resting his boot upon her chest with his might he sifted most of his weight to be on that one foot. Sigurd at first struggled against his boot but when she saw her blade not far from her the young girl did her best to reach for the metal before his axe came down to end her being. All at once as his axe came down our young Dane took hold of her blade plunging the rounded tip into the bridge of his foot the man roared in pain. Alas it was too late to end his assault the axe head carved a deep path into her left shoulder.

Sigurd rubbed her left shoulder at the mere thought of the memory from that day she did not fear death but once she stared his blood stained blade in the face Sigurd never felt so fearful of death as in those moment's. Today she would look back to this day where she went from bastard and a nameless child to Sigurd slayer of men, Kings . Alva in the meantime entered her homestead seeing her daughter in thought she did remember the day she had her very own argument with Ivarr for whom was her true parent. Yet they both had settled their disputes as Alva tried to teach Sigurd compassion and love but Ivarr thought her the opposite he told her how to kill without mercy. Both of them hoped that Sigurd would see the good and bad of everything she did yet she did not. Once Sigurd took the lives of those who opposed her she did not pay mind to whom she was leaving behind to fend for themselves a family now without a mother or father. The sexual interaction of her and Skrymir will surely not go unnoticed by Angelique who has fallen head over heals for the Heathen.

"You smell of Skrymir and some unknown perfume."

"Mother I did not hear you come in."

"Because I did not want you to." Alva's words where as dull as a knife trying to cut through flesh. She cradled a basket of herbs and flowers in her arms Sigurd sat herself down upon the bedding Alva had set up for her and not taken down since her injure a few moons ago.

"Tell me why do you still sleep with that she devil."

'Here we go yet again Sigurd thought to herself. It is true her mother had no hair on her eyes for this woman. But she would lesser so bare a different thought if she knew her daughter caught the attention of a Saxon girl.

"Mother you know why."

"Sigurd it is one thing to quench your thirst for a woman's touch but you have slept with the clans queen since she had come to you that one eve when your Jarl was not here."

"I will not hear this again." Sigurd said. Aiming to come to a stand Alva made damn sure of it she stood in the girls path so she could not leave the room and this conversation as she so often does.  Unable to come to protest against her mother Sigurd sat herself down upon the bedding once again only now she was playing with a leather strap, something she did since childhood when Alva or Ivarr scold her for something she had done wrong. Yet she cannot learn her lesson from these mistakes.