Sevier finds himself waking up from the great war to avenge Ragnars death most thought the man was dead, but little did he know that he was the child Odin himself
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(his armor sword and axe)
Odin's child is what they call this man a man that was once so normal is now a man that fights alongside the sons of Ragnar the same man that was left in the mud to become another's prey. a man that lived so far away explored most of England and helped his brother in time need. how could a man be so powerful yet normal at the same time?
my eyes watched Apon the ocean as my hands clenched around my axe the same axe that has killed many the blade, I vowed to never let a man stand in my way that I chose to do what was right not matter the outcome, but this was before I met the sons of Ragnar the sons that I become weak with i could hear Sigurd telling me how I have grown soft on how I lost my touch how my mercy has prevailed over my wrath...
at the thought of that i could feel my blood boil my anger rising with each word my eyes looking at the man that stands Infront of me a man that so wished to have his Toung removed he was a traveler his body slim but had meat on it his hand dirty covered in dirt and mud his clothes shaggy yet well taken care of his teeth white but yellow his hair dirty and pulled back his voice medium pitched but with a small hit of raspiness
my hand clenched tighter around my sword as the man spoke another word the cloak on my shoulder stood still my right arm carried a leather gantlet as the blade that Sigurd had given me rested on it my bare chest exposed as the tattoos on my skin showed my trousers carried a layered belt that held my arrow and Axe fur boots that kept my feet warm my long raven hair stayed in a braid with leather keeping it intact my ocean blue eyes boring into the mans as he looked my way after speaking to the king...
i could feel everyone's eyes on me as i bored into the soul of the man fear appeared across his face his eyes grew wide as he slowly held out his hands i could feel myself walking to the man as anger took over my body leaving me out of control of my actions the axe i once clenched onto was now placed on the skin of the man's throat.
the sharp curved blade slowly ran across his throat as blood poured from his throat his blood covering both mine and his hands as a smirk grew across my face as i looked at what i did something inside me loved the feeling of killing the man i felt alive like that soft side of me was gone i could hear Sigurd saying proud, he was of me.
before i could do anything else i heard my named being yelled by the one person i followed snice he was a boy I've been the one thing keeping him from killing his brother most are scared of this man his wrath his anger was fearful but exciting it was like looking into a crazy man's things his voice was calming most days the small accent it carried how it could be soft and sweet yet violent and evil....
as my name was yelled i had snapped out of it and looked at the eyes that looked at me my blue eyes searching the room as i placed my Axe back on my side where whispers and looks were given my blood soon became cold and normal again my hands unclenched my eyes moving to the man that sits on the throne that carried a smirk on his lips the same ones I've kissed touched used the same eyes that have looked threw the confidence of myself the skin that's touched every inch of body the way they run down my chest the way those lips would kiss every inch of my skin the softness and the smoothness that once used to be mine...
his elbows leaned against the arm rest of the throne that he cared for so much the one he fought to keep seeing him on the throne makes me want to tear his leather armor his clothes off of him the man has always been attritive if it wasn't for the crazy traits he carries, or his legs women would be all over him, but he was mine and mine alone.
''Servier!'' ''yes, your majesty?''
his voice was deeper than normal, and he carried a smirk that only meant one of two things i was his prey tonight or he was mine my body moved to face him as our eyes met like we could read one another something about our connection made me feel a way deep down i never knew i could feel like the wrath that flows thew my blood turns into love and kindness.
''if you're going to kill a man that insulted your king make sure to make it more entertaining.''
my ocean blue eyes had opened slowly as i stared into the roof of the cabin that held so memories ones that do not wish to forget ones that have kept me sane for so long i could hear the noises of the town there the walls. the walls that held dark oak wood that carried the troches that lit up the place my things laying on a table on the far left of the bed in a corner i ran my hands threw my messy hair as i finished unbraiding my hair that was soft at the touch it was like running your hands threw water.
the visions i carry are like a ship weighed down by men on a raid the visions are something that can't be explained. it's like watching your life and your fate you know what's going to happen how it's going to happen, but you can't fix it you can't save those you wish to save.
having these visions is not all that great some would kill to see these visions to see what your fate is but you also know that your loved ones become the reason why you drag and morin so much that the one thing you always wanted was taken away from you just like that and you knew it was going to happen the people have called me Odin's child but i am just a mere Viking fighting his battles.
the sun peaked in threw the window of the cabin like it dose everyday it seems that each day is the same you protect rule and help but when the man i loved was alive you were always doing something exciting like killing a man for insulting the king or going to raid to bring back the richest of gold sometimes Kattget reminds me of Fornbrug clam ruled and easy but as my sister would tell me.
'' pain is who we are where Vikings it's not meant to be easy.''
her words were like the chants of war i had made my way to the great hall where I spend most of my days snice born became king he has good order and a playful manner but I prefer the brown leather and blue eyes on the throne as i had opened the doors and stepped inside the trail had stopped and Bjorn's eyes bored into mine as i did the same unfazed by his attempt to scare me Bjorn had the love of both his parents more of a mommy's boy when his mom left his mother and she blamed it on Ragnar for leaving I've never seen him cry over a women like he did her that was the same day i swore to protect his sons at all cost...
the sound of his walking had come closer by each step his figure slowly becoming smaller as he approached me our height the same i could see the anger in his eyes, I smirked at him his hands resting Infront of him this man never carried patience even when he was younger he couldn't.
''why are you here Sevier why haven't you left you have no reason to stay here.''
''this is place is as much of my home as it is your only difference is this place was my home before it was yours ironside you just so happen to be the son of Ragnar which gets you by easily.''
the anger raised in the older man the king did not like disrespect and the town knew it everyone did, and you weren't allowed to get by with it but what had the question everyone knew was why was i the one doing the one that killed any man that insulted the king or disrespected him doing it?
want the answer? i didn't like the man sitting on the throne a controlling self-centered man ruling Katteget like he owns it when truth be told he didn't he may have been the next in line to rule Kattaget but he didn't even come back until his father needed his help.
this is just the start of my story things may seem off and confusing but why not crave your attrition to see what happened or what happened the flash backs are my way of helping you understand the hate the sons of Ragnar and Kattegat hate me so much you would think that my stories sad and broken that I've threw so much pain so on and so on but who's to say that im not messing with you that I'm only telling you small parts well if you want the whole story from the beginning you'll have to keep your ears open and your mind clear my names Sevier and this is my story........
