The Valley Of Shadows - Ivar and Igor [Vikings]

Enemy

Title: The Valley Of Shadows

Author: TC

Fandom: Vikings

Pairing: Ivar and Igor

Rating: R

Summary: Ivar takes Igor away from Olegs abusive grip, little did he know the consequences that would unfold. Now the gods are watching and Ivar is at their mercy.

Warning: this is a ship fanfic between Ivar and Igor.. don't like it? Then don't read it..

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"𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜.

𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸'𝚖  𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎...

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢."

"Because of what you have done, Ivar the Boneless, you are my enemy." Hushed the prophet under his weakened breath as cold eyes watched the heathen ride away with the Christian child.

Oleg's knuckles turned white while he clenched the railing of the balcony, his soldiers didn't even try to stop the pagan.

"This is kidnapping, this is not over, not yet. You better watch your back." His accent rang through his staggered words.

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"Ivar!" The young child shot up from a deep slumber, the flattened ground beneath him now making for a cozy bed, yet less comforting than the Pagan's strong arms. The child frantically searched with his eyes for Ivar, seeking his safety as the flashbacks of his dream kept rushing back.

Hearing the child's cry's and the pagan rushed to his side. Gently offering a stroke along the boy's forehead.

"You said you wouldn't leave me!" The boy cried.

"Shhh, it was only a dream, I'm here, it's alright now. Was the dream about Oleg again?"

"Yes." Igor whimpered softly, snuggling up close to Ivar. Tucking his legs close to his body for comfort. "He beat me and he... he..." his voice started to fade away.

"Oleg is not here, he cannot do that to you anymore. Okay?" The Pagan's words were gentle, calming the boy from his terrible fright.

Ivar knew this was the best thing for him, he could no longer stand hearing the child's cries as Oleg beat him in the other room, he could no longer bear seeing the dark bruises upon Igor's face, his tear stained cheeks and the cripple so defenseless to stop it, only being a mere comfort after dark, holding the child in his arms after the damage was done.

The endless rape, the endless screaming. The cripple shook those images out of his head, he had to keep his mind at ease for Igor.

"It is still dark, my child, why don't you-" The cripple halted, intense blue eyes scanned the forest behind Igor, the slowly rising sun caught a shimmer of armor within the dense forest.

Followed were the stomping of hooves and faint whinnys of horses. The Viking readjusted his limp legs upon the crutch. His hands firmly took hold of the child's shoulder. "Get up. Get up now." There was a firmness in his voice, yet he could not hide the panic in his tone.