Bruises || Harry Potter x Ivar The Boneless - Viking / Harry Potter Crossover

Sex

Ivar Ragnarson was a cripple. His legs were broken and cursed by the gods from the day he was brought crying into this world from his mother's womb. It was something he had long since accepted of himself for what else was there to do? He was born with legs that did not work, with legs that caused him pain and yet he just had to soldier on. He did not let his disabling issue stop him from being great. He would be great.

One day, the world would fear his name. When they hear Ivar the Boneless, it shall be a warning in every home. It shall strike fears in the hearts of men. He would be sure of that.

But Ivar in this very moment was Ivar the sick.

He hated the Christians. He hated them for what they did to his father. Hated them for keeping him away from his father and barely letting him get to say so much as a goodbye. He hated them for their mistreatment of him.

It was because of the Christians that Ivar was ill. They barely gave him food, barely gave him water. He was fed because of a very unlikely friend in the son of another King.

Prince Albert had been kind. Ivar would not forget him. How could he? Despite the language barrier, Albert had been a worthy opponent of the game of Hnefatafl or as they called it, Tafl. Ivar held the game piece in his fist that Albert had given him when they loaded him on the cart to take to the ship. That was several days ago. Several days ago since he had a proper drink of water.

By the end of his journey, Ivar Ragnarsson would be seventeen years old when he first saw the girl with hair as black as raven feathers, skin as white as snow, and gold dust upon her nose and cheeks. The girl whose eyes would forever haunt him for as long as he lives and whose blood-colored lips would torment him with hunger.

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"LAGERTHA!"

The crowd parted with screams when they looked up to see a very large grey dragon coming down towards them. The bow and arrow fell limp in Largertha's hands, her knees going weak when it touched down on the ground. Fire came whirling from deep in its throat and high into the sky.

Aslaug fell to her knees in horror when Ragnar came sliding off the dragon.

"R-Ragnar," Largertha stammered.

He was not the old man everyone had said he was when he returned to Kattegat. He looked almost young again, his body did not stoop nor did his chin dip down. He was straight as an arrow, as tough as a bull, and his head held high but the look on his face was what hurt her most.

He was disappointed.

He was stalking towards her, his fists clenched.

"OI!" a girl exclaimed.

Aslaug was startled, and the knife fell from her hands. Everyone was staring at the Dragon again when there was a mist of shadow flying and Aslaug was suddenly airborne and disappeared from view before she reappeared in the hands of a girl who had her on her knees with the knife she was going to stab Ragbar with bared against her throat.

"Want me to kill her, Ragnar?" The girl's unnatural green eyes were stark against the kohl that was painted across her face. Her teeth were white between lips the color of blood.

Ragnar tilted his head back, a sigh leaving him as he smiled faintly. "Hel, do not kill my wife."

"She was going to kill you."

"And I will handle it, my child."

The girl - Hel, pursed her lips and then shoved Aslaug into the dirt. She then turned to Largertha and pointed the blade at her face. Largertha's eyes widened.