The Nephilim & The Maiden

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A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter.  So I am kind of torn with where I want this to go. I can see the story being done here. I had originally planned to have Briet be sold on the silk road and have her be reunited with Ivar in Russia (pretty sure that's where he ends up... it's been a while since I saw those episodes) buuuuut I feel like this story has gone on forever and that would be another like million chapters. Like I said, I can end this story here but I do have one other story line that isn't as long as my original one which would keep this going for probably like 5 or so more chapters? Also probably a happier ending for sure. What do you guys think/want? I've actually never finished a story before so being this close to an ending/ potentially at an end is new to me 😅 Hope you enjoy!

I had never felt anger like this before. My heart was pounding so hard inside my chest that it threatened to break my ribs open. My whole body was tense and shaking with rage while I paced the room like a caged wolf. I had this primal urge to break things. Throw things against the wall, cut things with my sword, light the room- this whole building on fire.

He'd given me his word that he had changed. I felt it when he touched me, this new touch so tender and gentle. I could see it when he looked me in the eyes. I swore to the Gods that he was different. That seeing me close to death and knowing that our child was gone because of both of our incredibly stupid decisions had changed Ivar for the better. I was wrong. He would never change.

What does she have that I don't? What makes her better than me? I was there for Ivar through everything! When we were kids I was the one who played with him and treated him like a normal boy. When his father came back after being missing for years and wanted to take Ivar to England I stood by his choice to go. I sailed with him to England to avenge the death of his father and fought by his side.

This Freydis girl came out of no where, what does she have that I don't that makes Ivar completely forget about me... about us?

I picked up the small wooden table next to our... Ivar's bed and threw it into the fire place. The cups and pitcher of wine that was on top of it made a loud echoing sound as clattered to the ground.

"Fuck!" I screamed, taking one of Ivar's knives from another table and unsheathed it. I stormed over to the the chest that held my clothes and flipped the lid open. It slammed against the wall that it was pushed up against. I grabbed fist fulls of the dresses Ivar had gifted to me and plunged the blade into the fabric and drug the blade down, destroying the gifts.

Hot tears started to burn my eyes and before I knew it my vision was blurred completely but I kept stabbing and ripping and cutting the fabric in hopes that the more I destroyed these pretty things that it would erase the last two years of my life. That if I mutilate these pretty things it would make it so Ivar never existed.

"What are you doing?" His voice brought me back to Midgard.

I still couldn't see because of the tears that were streaming from my eyes but I turned, nevertheless, in the direction of his voice.

"Little one-"

"Don't call me that! Don't even speak to me, you ass! Go to her, go to your stupid whore... the one who is so much more important than me!" I screamed, driving the blade into the wooden floor boards under my legs.

"What are you talking about?"

I rubbed away the tears with the back of my sleeve. "Don't play stupid with me, Ivar. I saw her in the crowd. You looked right at her when I questioned you."

Ivar sighed. When I finally had the tears wiped away I glared up at him. His face was unreadable.

He stumbled over to me and collapsed in front of me on the ground. His hand slowly moved onto mine and he gently took the blade from me, tossing it away from the both of us.