she wanted to make her own fate. the gods laughed, how would a mortal change what's already set in stone?
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𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐊, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 as foretold by the Norns themselves. It begins with the sound of the Gjallarhorn, a mighty horn that echoed across the nine worlds, signaling the onset of doom. The great wolf Fenrir shall break free from his chains, the serpent Jormungandr will trash in the seas, and the ship Naglfar will sail with an army of giants. As the skies darken and the earth trembles, the gods prepare for their final battle at the plains of Vigrid. Yet despite their valor, the gods were fated to fall. Fenrir devoured Odin, and Jormungandr unleashed its venom upon Thor, ending their reign.
Flames shall consume the heavens, and the world shall plunge into darkness.
King Ivar's Ragnarok came in the form of his brothers. Bjorn returned from Wessex leading an army with the support of King Harald. Meanwhile, Hivtserk betrayed his crippled brother and joined the opposition along with King Olaf — whom he was supposed to convince to fight on Ivar's side. A new battle was set to begin any time soon, perhaps the final one in the war between the sons of Ragnar. Perhaps not. The only certain thing was that they needed to have their weapons sharpened because soon they'd be covered in blood.
Sigyn was in her father's workshop doing just that, sharpening her sword with precision. The young woman was enjoying her time among the vast woods, because from the looks of things she would soon be stuck inside the walls that surrounded Kattgat for Odin knows how long. From what she'd seen, Ivar planned to fortify the city's defenses to its maximum and wait for the attack.
"Sigyn." the woman's name was sung by a voice she hadn't heard in more moons than she could count.
The brunette straightened her back but didn't turn. "Hello, Bjorn." she put the sharpening stone on the table next to her sword but kept her hand close to the weapon. Once upon a time, Ragnar's eldest son was Sigyn's friend, now she wasn't sure where they stood. "Welcome home."
"I sure feel welcome." the burly man hummed and crossed his muscled arms, noticing how the shieldmaiden stayed close to her sword. His mother trained her well — perhaps too well.
Sigyn sighed, finally turning to look at the eldest prince of Kattegat. The long blond braids that decorated his head the last time she saw him were replaced by a buzzed haircut though the unkept full beard stayed. Somehow, Bjorn seemed even larger and bulkier than before — maybe it was just the impression that his large fur coat gave. Regardless, this was a warrior in his prime and Sigyn was not on the same side as him.
"You knew there wouldn't be a feast waiting for your arrival here." the woman said in her usual unbothered tone, even though Bjorn's unexpected visit made her uneasy.
