Once the morning came, Hillevi was sitting on a seat in front of the table, tiredly as she cut apples up for her to eat as she sat next to Ubbe. Sigurd was standing in the doorway carving something with his knife while Ivar was sitting all by himself. Ubbe poured her some ale while Sigurd and Ivar continued with their bickering. "That's my knife." Ivar called out.
"No it is not." Sigurd shook his head as he closed the door and walked over to his chair.
"Give it to me." Ivar demanded.
"You're crazy it's not your knife." Sigurd almost shouted at Ivar and Hillevi held out her cup which Ubbe looked at her sceptically.
"I don't know how you manage with these two." Hillevi muttered as Ubbe poured her another cup of ale.
"I want it; I will kill Lagertha with it." Ivar grit through his teeth as Hillevi cut up an apple handing it to Ubbe while Ivar crawled over to Sigurd. "I will kill Lagertha with fathers knife."
"Poetic considering how much Ragnar loved Lagertha." Hillevi commented taking another sip of ale ignoring Ivar's sharp glare.
"That's enough." Ubbe called out just as Ivar grabbed Sigurd's stook and ripped it out from under him.
"I don't think they listened." Hillevi informed Ubbe looking up at the two brothers wrestling fighting over the knife. Hillevi let out a low chuckle held the knife up too high for Ivar to reach. Ubbe then walked over to them and pulled Sigurd up splitting up the fight.
"We have important decisions to make." Ubbe growled out.
"As usual you tell us how to behave," Sigurd shouted at Ubbe.
"Well your mother certainly didn't raise you good enough. Opps sore subject?" Hillevi taunted and Ivar looked about ready to kill her. Hillevi only chuckled brining an apple slice into her mouth.
"I was thinking about Bjorn." Ubbe shared his thoughts sitting down on the stool.
"You think he knows about father?" Sigurd asked Ubbe.
"What do you think Odin told us about father but forgot to tell Bjorn?" Ivar asked sarcastically as if Sigurd was an idiot. Hillevi scoffed in amusement as Ivar held his hand out for some of the food which Hillevi walked over and handed him sitting on the closer side of where the boys were and poured herself some more ale.
"Hopefully he will be home soon and it is up to us to decide what to do." Ubbe called out.
"Then why is she here?" Sigurd sneered pointing to Hillevi.
"And here I thought Ivar would be the one to ask that question." Hillevi drawled out rolling her eyes.
"It does not matter, she was raised with us, she has known our father just as long as you two have." Ubbe called out.
"Anyway I'm listening, say something interesting." Ivar leaned forward and Hillevi's lips curled up in anticipation.
"You heard what he said, how the little pigs will grunt when they hear how the old boar suffered." Ubbe began to speak.
"So now we're grunting, so what?" Ivar deadpanned.
"We want blood revenge against Aelle" Ubbe asked.
"And I thought you were supposed to be smart Ubbe." Hillevi teased as she began cutting up some more apples and began to munch on them.
"Not only Aelle, King Ecbert offer our father up so we will do the same thing to him." Ivar grit through his teeth. "That is what father wanted that is the message he wanted me to bring to you."
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Wrath Of The Gods
Fanfiction"The moral of this story is, that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it...some stories just don't have a happy ending."
