Warlord in love

Reject

She woke up to devastating feeling in still overwhelmed and tired mind. She knew the place, and the place was a home, which was everywhere where Ivar was. But how did she got back to England and what happened on the way was again unbearably heavy mystery that darkened her inner atmosphere.

There was the pain too, strong but physical one, so she was good at bearing it while she got up and scanned the room, after the hall to find him. She needed him, it was painfully unconscious the craving to find the comfort in his embrace.

Flashes of remembrance to something terrible were challenging her trough every new step to his room, still need to see him and make sure he is fine, lead her there, and she opened the heavy door without decency and knocking.

Something sharp pierced her core when she saw him lying in bed, with unhealthy skin color, she ran his way in spite her enhanced pain, she touched the source of pain on her back and surprised her hand with bloody soaked hand, but that wasn't important nothing was except him.

He was sleeping, and his breathing was uneven, his expression was far from peaceful and his arm was wrapped with bandages.

Her hand caressed his cold cheek, aware how much she had missed him.... Not quite sure for how long.

His nightmare was again the same... and gentle touch summoned him back to reality, when he inhaled deeply and opened his eyes, his happiness danced across his face. His goddess was at his side, her hair was falling on his skin, and her teary eyes were fixed on him. Was he still dreaming? He straighten his body up in sitting position, trailing her face with his fingers soon after, witnessing her closing of the eyes and soft moan that escaped her lips.

"What...happened?" she asked in low voice, slowly opening her eyes again, looking at his arm. He realized that she doesn't remember and he sighted in relief, cupping her face with both hands, approaching her breathing space, ignoring his pain.

"Nothing really important!" he forced a smile on his face, trying to be a good liar, and she squeezed his hand.

"I can't remember again... Where was I? Was I home... and your hand...? Who did this Ivar, who hurt you?" She trailed the wraps wondering how bad it was underneath it, hating to see him hurt. His eyes sliped from her gaze as he was plotting another lie, she noticed the evident change in his breathing.

"You were taken... but now you are home! And I promise no one will ever take you away from me!" he pulled her to his chests, inhaling the fragrance in her hair, he felt on his skin as she opened her mouth to speak, and he stopped her. "It's just a scratch. it will be good as new in few days!"

She was still looking him with concern. "I can't stand this mind of mine anymore!" she stated with tears spilling on his skin, and he griped her tighter, noticing fresh blood on her wound.

"Hey stop it! Your mind is beautiful... it's not your fault you can't remember! Tomorrow I will tell you what happened and even how will help your father! Worst is over now!" he kissed the tip of her head. "Technically at least!" he teased with his smile, showing her, her blood on his hand.

"It must be quite the event I missed since both of us are wounded!" She forced the smile, caring less for her wound than for his.

He swallowed bump in his throat and smiled afterwards, remembering how crazy indeed that day was.

"You need to wake the healer to check your wound, stop the bleeding! I would go myself but..." he raised his injured arm, and she sealed his lips with gentle kiss. "I will instruct you how to do it... I can't actually stand anyone's company except you!"

"As much as I like the blood, I can't let you bleed out all over me!" He smirked, trying to convince her to reason, afraid not to hurt her.

"Well it's not that hard I will guide you!" she stud up from the bed, and brought back necessary equipment to tend her wound.

It was slightly amusing how gentle Ivar could be, in spite his immense strength and cruellity, she was already felling a thousand times better when he finished.

"There, now your blood is safe inside your body!" He covered her body with his fur, letting her wrap around her body and gather warmth, she thanked him with a smile, and light kiss on his skin, and she fell asleep, taken away into dream land by her strong exhaustion.

He couldn't do so, whit his thoughts and memories... it was impossible to let himself relax... while he was torturing brother of Lyn, his doubts were confirmed. His Aerlene was indeed the daughter of mighty all father, but she was unwanted child, the reject just like him...he wondered maybe that's why they grow fond on each other that much.

She was cursed from birth, with weakness to be easily subjected to the will of others, with the right piece of element, anyone could use her powers in their advance using her like the mindless puppet, and no matter how powerful and good she were, she was never equal to her siblings, everyone feared her because she could never be trusted.

She spent the most of her life in hiding... distancing herself from everyone afraid of things beyond her control that could hurt them... but Odin was in pain too, he loved her and he believed in her.. yes she had a flaw, a dangerous one indeed but he was the one who know her best and trusted in her, so he gave her a task to guard the gates of Aesirs bridge, which she was doing successfully for many years... but love temptation for the first time found the lonely soul and she let her guard down to enemy to manipulate her expose her to cobalt stone and reach the Middgard, closing the Bifrost for Asgardians.

Now with otherworldly enemy destroyed... she needed to open the bridge and allow her people to interact with Midgard again... and Ivar was intending to help her do so... fearing a little of wrath of Odin when he comes and finds out that he was bedding his daughter :D