[Vikings]
[Season 4B-6B]
Ingrid was a blessing from the Gods, a gift for her mother Lagertha, a woman who never believed she could have anymore children. As a young child she grew up closely with the famous Ragnar Lothbrok sons, especially his young...
'The God's haven't filled out your destiny yet Ingrid.'
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~ Her beautiful white blonde hair danced in the wind as she stood before the grave, other Vikings were circled around near her. The last time she had been at another funeral like this it was Queen Aslaugs. Ingrid stared at Sigurds dead body before her as Ubbe placed a sword at his side. Sigrid was cruel to his brother Ivar but he didn't deserve to die, not like this. Ingrid looked over at Ivar who seemed to be away with his thoughts. She had watched as Ivar fired the axe right at Sigurd. Ivar had cracked. Cracked to Sigurds words about his legs, about Aslaug and about Ingrid.
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The Ragnarssons wanted to discuss with Ivar after the funeral. Ingrid wanted to be there to support him as most of his brothers would point the finger at Ivar blaming him for his unexpected actions. Ingrid knew it wasn't the first time he lashed out like this. Ivar had lashed out like this when they were just children.
'Give Ivar the ball!' Ingrid yelled at the other children. The small little girl stood next to Ivars cart as the children were gathered around them passing the ball to each other except for Ivar and Ingrid, who tried their best to get involved in the game.
When Ivar eventually got the ball, many of the boys tried to take it off him. Ingrid tried to help Ivar but many of the boys pushed her fragile body away knocking the young girl to the ground. Young Ivar looked down at his best friend Ingrid who had been knocked to the ground by the boys. He hated the way they treated her just because she was a small little girl. He hated the way Ingrid and him were treated by the others. All Ivar wanted to do was just be normal. If he couldn't be normal he would lash out. So he screamed as he grabbed his axe and killed the nearest little boy near him. Young Ingrids eyes widened in horror at Ivars lash out. Helga ran into the crowd and quickly picked Ingrid up and carried her away from the dead boys body and a crying Ivar. The look on Ivars face that day would always be imprinted in her mind forever. The helpless angry little boy who lashed out in anger and killed another for the first time, the same helpless angry boy did the same to his brother.
Ingrid was soon pulled out of the memory by her brother Bjorn pulling her back towards his side. He waited as soon as the other Ragnarassons went inside the tent and turned to his little sister. "Ivar is dangerous Ingrid and I don't want you near him anymore" Bjorn whispers to her.
"Ivar would never hurt me Bjorn" she assures her older brother.
"He just killed his brother who knows what he'll do to you."
"Like I said he wouldn't dare hurt me" Ingrid tells him. Bjorn grabbed her arm tightly. "Well if he does sister, I may just have to kill him. I lost a sister once I will not lose you either."
