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Until My Last Breath (Ivar the boneless)

The battlefield was a sea of chaos and blood, filled with the clashing of swords, the screams of the fallen, and the thunderous roar of warriors lost in the frenzy of war. Ivar sat on his chariot, the cold steel of his axe gripped tightly in his hand as his eyes scanned the battle around him. His brothers were scattered, lost among the enemies, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Ivar found himself alone.

His breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving from the exertion of the fight. His usual grin, the one that sent terror into the hearts of his enemies, had faded. He was surrounded now, outnumbered, and though he was Ivar the Boneless, a god among men in battle, even he knew when the odds were against him.

His chariot had broken, leaving him immobile. His eyes darted around, looking for an escape, a way out, but there was none. The warriors around him were closing in, swords raised, and for the first time, fear gripped his heart.

He had never feared death, but now, with his end so near, the thought that he might never see you again filled him with a deep, unexpected ache. You, the fierce shieldmaiden who fought like the gods themselves. You, who was as ruthless and cunning as he was, who understood him in ways no one else ever could. Ivar had never told you how he felt. The words had stuck in his throat every time he'd tried. But now, as the world seemed to close in on him, he regretted every moment he had stayed silent.

A figure moved through the chaos, quick and brutal, cutting down anyone who stood in their way. At first, Ivar thought it was a trick of his mind, some desperate hallucination as death approached, but then he saw the familiar flash of your blade. It was you.

"Y/N!" he shouted, a mixture of surprise and desperation in his voice.

You were by his side in an instant, standing tall and fierce, the blood of enemies dripping from your axe. "Ivar," you breathed, casting a glance at him, your eyes filled with a fire that both thrilled and terrified him. "I'm here."

He felt a surge of relief, a feeling that quickly twisted into something else—something he refused to name. You fought with a savagery that matched his own, your body moving like a whirlwind as you cut through the enemies that had surrounded him.

"I thought I was done for," he muttered through gritted teeth as he swung his axe, trying to keep pace with you.

"Not while I'm here," you replied, your voice fierce, but there was something softer beneath it—something only he would notice.

The two of you fought back to back, just as you had countless times before, your movements perfectly synchronized. You were a force of nature, and for a moment, Ivar felt invincible again. But it was more than just the thrill of battle that made his heart race. It was you—always you.

He wanted to tell you. Right then and there, with the world crashing around them, he wanted to speak the words that had been clawing at his chest for so long. But there wasn't time. Not now. Not with the battle still raging and death lurking so close.

Then, in the blur of the fight, he heard it—a sound that cut through the chaos like a dagger to the heart. A pained gasp.

Ivar turned, his eyes wide with horror as he saw you stumble. An enemy's blade had found its mark, slicing through your armor, deep into your side. Time seemed to slow as you fell to your knees, the strength draining from your body.

"No!" The word ripped from Ivar's throat, filled with a desperation he hadn't known he was capable of. He crawled to you, his hands shaking as he reached for you, pulling you into his lap.

Your eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus, but you smiled at him, a soft, bittersweet smile that made his chest tighten painfully. "Ivar," you whispered, your voice weak.

"Don't," he growled, his voice breaking. "Don't do this, Y/N. Not now. You can't leave me!"

You coughed, blood staining your lips, but you still managed a small, strained laugh. "You... don't get to decide everything, Ivar."

His hands pressed against the wound, trying to stop the blood, trying to hold on to you, as if by sheer will alone he could keep you with him. "I should've told you," he whispered, his voice low, almost broken. "I should've told you how I—"

"Shh," you interrupted, your hand reaching up to touch his face. "I know."

Tears, ones he would never allow anyone else to see, brimmed in his eyes. "No, you don't," he rasped. "I should've said it. I love you, Y/N. I love you."

Your eyes softened, and you tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. The light in your eyes began to fade, and Ivar felt his heart shatter as your hand slipped from his cheek, falling limply to your side.

"No," he whispered, shaking his head as if refusing to accept what was happening. "No. Y/N, stay with me. Please."

But it was too late.

You were gone.

The battle continued around him, but Ivar heard none of it. The world had shrunk down to just him and you, lying still in his arms, the life that had once burned so brightly now extinguished.

For the first time in his life, Ivar the Boneless felt powerless. He had always believed he could control everything—his fate, his enemies, his future. But not this. He couldn't control this.

"I will kill them all for this," he swore, his voice low and filled with venom as he pressed his forehead to yours. "I will make the gods pay for taking you from me."

But no matter how many he killed, no matter how much blood he spilled, it wouldn't bring you back.

You had been his equal, his match in every way. And now, you were gone.

And Ivar was alone.

End.