Wolven armory

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My ocean blue eyes slowly opened as I looked among the sky that slowly faded into day, I could feel the pain of the scar that lays Apon my shoulder the blood of my enemy's cover my skin along with ash and dirt after the war that had been lying Apon the Vikings for months on end....

I slowly sat up as the armor on my body weighs on my shoulder everything slowly started coming to site as I grabbed my father's axe and my sword and slowly stood on my feet I can't really remember what happened I remember sticking my axe threw a Saxons head as the blood poured from his skull and his body fell to the ground...

As I stood up, I felt dizzy at first but stood on my feet my eyes wondered the battle ground as I saw both my people and the Saxons laying on the ground dead bleeding or injured but one body caught my attention one very familiar small, but strong leather covered the person's body an axe layed in his hand his legs still and covered....

Before I could think I found myself running to his side as he smiled the same smile that made people fear him but yet it made me love him even more the consent pity and mean comments are what pissed him off so much but what I admire the most is that he didn't let his legs stop him from doing what everyone else can...

His hand rested Apon my face as his finger traced the very scar that he had given him when we first met his blue eyes looked into mine deeply, I could see the sadness in his eyes as he looked at me every woman or man wants a genital sweet love but what's love with no pain.

His touch was something I've never feared I embraced it it felt claiming and powerful the gods truly gave this man the life he deserved.

I placed my rough mud blood covered hand on his side that carried the wound that slowly drained his body of the warm palash skin he once held he had moved his thumb to my bottom lip as he ran it across Ivar was never big on words, he was a man of actions it was his way of asking to kiss me...

If you would have told me 3 years ago that I would fall for the youngest son of a man I knew so well I would have called you insane, but I guess the gods had a different path made for me.

I remember the first time I had met Ivar I had traveled to Kattagate with Lagertha as Bjorn sailed on his own and his father was sailing to England where I met him so long ago, I had made a small comment that he didn't take a liking to, and his axe met my cheek....

I had leaned down as our lips met, they were always soft and smooth I could kiss them all day and never grow tired I felt a tear leave my eye and land on his cheek...

"Do fear my love you will see me again in Valhalla"

His words hit me like a brick to even think the thought that I would have to live in this world without the one thing that's kept me on my feet and stole half of heart would kill me on the spot...

"I do not wish to live a life without you."

My raspy voice had spoken in a whisper as my fingers traced his jawline.

"You are meant to be told in the legends our kind tell their kids to stain your axe with the blood of those who wish to be your enemy."

A smile appended on face as I gave my lover a small look as he slowly faded away his eyes closing each time his breathing faded.

"May you find your way into Valhalla my love may you feast with the gods and laugh at the memories we shared together?"

I had placed his axe in his hand and closed his fist as his eyes closed the ones, I looked so deeply in the ones that would turn deep blue when risk at breaking a bone the lips that used to be pink and soft slowly faded into pale cold lips his body turned pale as I kissed his forehead and whispered...