Bound - Ivar the Boneless

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Thyra continued to throw her daggers into the trunks of the giant pine trees that surrounded the land. She needed to get this rage out, and fast. She threw the last of her daggers, feeling a rush of triumph as the metal sank deeply into the strong pine. How she wished she could be in a battle, just to fight and cause as much chaos for her enemies as she could. That would be a better release then fucking up some trees.

She threw each dagger with precision- not making any mistake in hitting her target. She turned to grab her axe, catching the eye of Ivar who was sitting behind her. Thyra had a feeling he was there, but she did not hear him approach. Ivar was very quiet for someone who dragged their legs behind them.

Her lips raised a snarl in the smug look on his face, especially with the events that took place only hours before. The return of his father, Ragnar Lothbrok.
It was said that he returned due to the truth getting out about the settlements in England. Before the vikings had even left the shore, the settlements had been slaughtered. Thyra already knew that at this very moment, Ragnar was asking his sons to come with him to England. She also knew, which son would be going.

Thyra turned to face him fully, with a distaste on her tongue. She wanted Ivar to speak honestly about themselves- that he knew her as much as she knew him. They were unable to have that conversation, not until now. If he would speak first. She stood her ground, spinning her axe by the handle and watching him look up at her.

"Who taught you to throw daggers?" Ivar asked, directing his head towards the tree where several daggers stuck. Thyra looked over her shoulder, granting a look at her masterpiece before turning back to Ivar, who had now perched himself up on a fallen tree trunk to better meet her gaze.

"Myself." She answered back with a rough tone in her voice, "I watch warriors train too. But the daggers..feel like a second nature to me."

Ivar nodded, as if considering her words and looked to her through his eyebrows as he usually does. Not because he has to look up at her, but because he wants her to fear him- like everyone else. But she will not yield.

"Your words before were very interesting," he began, flipping the direction of their conversation, "did you mean it?"

"What part, Ivar?"

"That you are bound to me." Ivar says, sitting forward with an edge of excitement in his eyes. She took a step forward, placing her hands on his shoulders and staring down into his eyes. For a moment, she wanted to stay there- forever. She could see the panic swirling through Ivar's eyes. Even if he didn't show it on his face.

'Gods help me.' Thyra thought to herself as she leant down and brushed her lips against his neck before leaning up and placing them against his ear.

"I would never lie to you, Ivar the Boneless." Thyra felt a thrill go through her body as she watched his complexion shift. His body tensed as if a shiver ran through him too.

Ivar grabbed her face with his hand, lowering her to his eyeline once more. They were close enough for their noses to brush against one another. There she stood, in complete submission to the man before her- who she has followed her whole life without question. His eyes swirled with, what she could only assume to be, the realisation of the same thing.

"You would stay with me? Serve me? Maybe even love me?" Ivar mused, but his face was dead serious. Thyra chuckled against his strong grip, dropping to her knees in front of him while he still held her face. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and slowly nodded.

"I would be whatever you want me to be Ivar," Thyra began, "I would kill for you, I would break myself for you, I would change my very existence and shred the skin from myself if it meant pleasing you. You are favoured by the Gods."

The moment she said those words, she was hit with a vision. Her eyes closed and she watched the events unfold behind her closed lids.

It was a different place, one not of the land they were now. She heard his voice first, and then anothers. It was not her own, but she was there too. The woman came into clear sight in the vision, blonde hair and perfectly placed features. She was atop Ivar, naked, telling him he was special and favoured by the Gods, moments after kissing him.

Thyra didn't open her eyes straight away, she sat there in a stunned silence within herself- wishing she hadn't seen what she saw. This woman, would have Ivar's love before Thyra did.

'Maybe even love me?' Ivar's words echoed in her mind as she opened her eyes, meeting the patient stare down from Ivar. She stood on her knees, placing her hands gently on-top of Ivar's leather bound thighs. He tensed beneath her touch.

Thyra, without taking a moment- pressed her lips to the corner of Ivar's mouth. Her inner conscious was begging for her to put her hands through his hair, hold him, never let him leave to be with another. Thyra knew she could never stop this.

Ivar's eyes became wide, and he had a puzzled expression. One that Thyra could not place as she stood, listening to the clop of horse hooves approaching. Thyra looked towards Kattegat, where from the tree line approached Ubbe upon a brown mare. He stopped and dismounted before grabbing the reins and leading the horse toward the two of them.

"Thyra," Ubbe said, nodding slowly in acknowledgement as he turned his gaze to his brother, "come brother. We have much to discuss." Ubbe offered him a hand, before using his strength or assist Ivar to the horse where Ubbe helped him sit comfortably before mounting himself.

Ivar looked down from the horses back to Thyra, and with a wicked grin said, "follow us, little shadow."

Thyra's eyes widened, swiftly meeting Ivar's gaze as he steadied himself in the saddle and Ubbe began the return to Kattegat. And once she bolted to retrieve her daggers, Thyra did as he asked- and followed them to the hall.