Ivar, my love.

Chapter 2

Warning; mention of rape.

As soon as we got into the hut I took off my corset and tried to see the wound through the rip. The gash was deeper than I thought. Ivar removed his clothes and put on a pair of loose bottoms that he kept here as spares for when he'd stay over. "What are you doing?" He crawled over but I was quick to turn around and dab a cloth on my wound. He looked up at the cloth and reached his hand to peel off the material placed on my wound. "It's nothing, jut a small scratch" He looked up and furrowed his eyebrows "I'm going to get Helga to check on your wound" "No Ivar, I'm fine" As soon as I finished my sentence I felt nauseas and looked down to see a large amount of blood seeping from my wound. My head felt heavy and my knees felt weak. I fell backwards luckily landing on Ivar's upper body as he cradled me in his arms. "Okay, I may need some help" I smiled sheepishly at Ivar. He rolled his eyes at me but helped me to lay back, grabbing a near by fur blanket to use as a pillow. He helped me lift my head up as he carefully placed it back onto the make shift pillow. " I'll go find help" I held onto his arm not letting him leave "Please don't leave me alone Ivar" He rolled his eyes again and peeled my arm's off of him. "Just stay there, I promise I will be back soon" I begged him once more before he crawled out of the door and left me alone, helpless.

Several minutes passed by and there was still no sign of Ivar, I pulled myself up peering onto a make shift knife which was sat on the edge of the fire. I dragged myself over whilst keeping my hand placed on the wound, I reached for the knife and held it above the fire heating it up. When I realised it was hot enough I lay back and took a deep breath before placing the burning hot knife onto my wound to close it. I gritted my teeth and held in my scream, I thought I was going to pass out so I pulled the knife away from my wound and threw it across the room. I fell back against the floor and tried to calm down my breathing. I lay there waiting for Ivar to return, when the door flew open. A feeling of relief washed over me, I looked up smiling to find a strange looking man. He closed the door behind him and stood peering down at me with a smirk placed onto his face. The man stepped forward and i suddenly found it difficult to breath. I kicked my legs up and pushed my self back, as the men stepped further towards me pushed myself back until I was no longer able too. My head hit the bed and there was no where else for me to go. My body was too weak to fight off the stranger, I closed my eyes praying Ivar would return. The man grabbed a hold of my small frame and pushed me over the bed. I screamed hoping someone would hear me but the man grabbed a hold of my mouth. He pressed me over the bed and my wound begun to sting, the pain was becoming unbearable and I soon found myself falling into darkness.

"Y/N" My eyes opened slowly, not as wide as they usually would but wide enough to spot Helga. She rubbed my cheeks and helped me sit up. I groaned as the pain in my side was almost too much. She held her hand on my back keeping me up and then I noticed the other two bodies in the room. Floki and Hvitserk. I looked down to see a long stream of blood seeping from my legs. I leaned against Helga and sobbed, I gripped onto her shirt and cried. My whimpers and sobs could be heard throughout the village, the screams of disgust and pain. I didn't care who heard me, I felt disgusting. My whole body ached, Ivar did this to me, he left me when he promised he'd be back soon. Floki crouched down beside me and cradled my head. "Who did this?" But I couldn't respond, Hvitserk grabbed a blanket and covered my legs with it. He reached his arm out to stroke my cheek but I pushed my face into Helga, I did not want another man to touch me. Fear washed over me.