Vikings: Imagine you and Ivar ...

Imagine being the sister of Ivar in a brotherly struggle - I

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You leaned against the wall, looking out of the window to how those Saxon idiots climbed there way into York. You should think, after that battle Ivar organized, that they would be more careful in how to approach a Heathen Army, but they didn't. You heard Ivar chuckle a little and you looked aside you, crossing a look with him as he smiled slowly, looking back to the man climbing the wall. As his twin sister there was no stopping you in following him. You were his only equal in this, not Hvitserk, not Ubbe, it was you, it would be always you. When you looked over your shoulder to Ubbe his face was divided, like it was for days after Sigurd died. You wouldn't ignore that look, Ivar killed Sigurd and it wasn't justified. Yes, Sigurd did a lot, but dying for those poisoning words wasn't the way.
'That's him.' Ivar said and you looked away from Ubbe to look back out of the window.
'Who?' Hvitserk asked.
'Aethelwulf. King Ecbert his son.' Ivar said. Your eyes scouted the wall until you found the man Ivar was talking about, the man that so kindly drove his sword through your arm. You gritted your teeth, anger flushing your veins as you watched that man support two boys. 'Oh and he brought his own sons. Like lambs to the slaughter.' The satisfaction playing around Ivar his lips made you slowly pull out your axe, ready to kill at least one of those sons.
'Hvitserk let's go.' Ubbe said. You looked down to the ground, hearing them leave before slowly looking up, pushing yourself away from the wall, ignoring the sting in your shoulder.
'Don't go.' Ivar said. You turned around to look to your brother, pointing your axe out to him.
'I have a score to settle.' You said in protest, not even considering to stay back.
'And you aren't recovered yet sister, you can settle scores another time.' He hissed between his clenched teeth. He was protecting you, like always and you hated it when he did.
'You can't stop me.' You said back, neutral, turning your body to leave again.
'Are you angry, for what I did to Sigurd?' He asked, stopping your body right there on the spot. He never talked about it with you, because he knew he had your support. But you were ignoring him more then once and it wasn't only because of Sigurd, it was because you saw the brothers fall apart, your brothers. You turned around to him, shaking your head, nodding to his helmet.
'Pick it up and fight.' You just said, leaving him while walking out, smoothening your hand over your painful shoulder, it was to much of a risk.

'Ivar!' You shouted, seeing him get catapulted from his chariot right onto the ground. But given the few Saxon that were around you, you didn't had the chance to get to him. You fought, ignoring every bit of pain as you killed those Saxons with the grace only a woman had. When they dropped dead you looked for Ivar, seeing how he crawled to his chariot before your eyes traveled up to the Saxons bursting in. Your breath was unsteady, arching your back as they all stopped on the sight of your twin brother covered in blood, laughing like evilness himself. You grabbed an axe from the ground, stiffening your hand around your sword in your left hand before walking to where they were standing. You looked aside you to Ivar, looking into the madness of his eyes. They were all so scared, they were are so fragile and you slowly smiled, knowing there was no stopping your brother. Seeing that fear filled you with power, standing there alongside of him, twins against an army before Ubbe came. You weren't scared on fighting that alone, it was always your dream to die for your brother, just as he was planning on dying for you.

You hissed, throwing him a dangerous look as he pulled away the clothes from your shoulder, looking to the wound Aethelwulf left weeks ago.
'Don't be dramatic sister.' Ivar mocked, his blue eyes slightly squeezed as he studied the wound on your front. You looked down to the wound, following his movements as he treated you all over again.
'Ubbe is going to do something stupid.' You whispered. Ivar shortly looked up, smiling slightly before shrugging and getting back to your wound.
'Let him.'
'Even if it brings him in danger? They are still our brothers Ivar.'
'Yes Y/n they are and for as long as they don't see my value in all this why would I protect them. I warned them,' he felt silent, his blue eyes looking up to you. 'Hmm? I did warn them and if they don't want to listen they have to face the consequences sister.' He finished. You looked away from him and he slowly breathed out, shaking his head. 'Y/n, don't,'
'I'm not Ivar.' You interrupted him. You looked slowly back to him when he touched your face, cupping your cheek.
'You are not only my sister, you are my second half, you are everything to me. Don't let me doubt that, I need you sister, more than anything.' He whispered. You nodded, looking down while leaning in his touch. He knocked his forehead with yours, his blue eyes locking with yours.
'I have your back brother.'
'I have yours, always.' He smiled insecure and you kicked your forehead against his before pulling back and pulling your shirt back up, looking to the young woman that was watching you. You recognized her, she was the girl that Ivar summoned for a sacrifice. But she walked back out unharmed and you didn't know what happened between the two of them. 'You jealous?' Ivar asked you, taunting.
'What happened between the two of you?' You asked, grabbing your sword as you stood up again. Ivar softly chuckled over the way you asked it, all judging and over protecting.
'I made her a free woman.' He answered, smiling. You looked at him before looking back to the girl, squeezing your eyes a little together.
'What did she had to do to get that?'
'Nothing, she just spoke some words and,' Ivar his voice drifted away as he looked to the girl walking around. You followed his eyes, shaking your head while tying your belt back around your waist, walking out of there. 'Sister.' Ivar called after you. You signed, turning around to him. He lowered his head a little, looking at you with a look asking for understanding. You just nodded, turning back around to walk out. Hvitserk stood on the wall, gazing over an empty field and you bite your tongue, looking over your shoulder before jumping onto the steps up to the wall. Hvitserk leaned onto it with both his hands and looked aside to you. You slowly sat down on the edge, looking back to him. You both stared at each other for quite some time before he signed.
'You know what will happen right?' He asked you. You just nodded, looking down to your hands. 'I don't have to ask where your loyalty lies.' He guessed.
'With my brothers. But they seem to disagree a lot.' You stated. Hvitserk shook his head before looking back over the empty field. It was silent again, for a very long time and you just followed his gaze over the empty field.
'Who am I?' Hvitserk asked.
'My brother.'
'Really Y/n, Ivar ignores me, Ubbe wants me to follow him everywhere, where do I fit in all of this? I should have go with Björn when I had the chance.' He reacted, looking aside to you. You shook your head slowly.
'You think I'm standing here only for Ivar, because he is my twin brother? We stood here to revenge father not to fight among ourselves. You don't think it hurts me, what Ivar did to Sigurd?' You asked him angry. Everybody always thought you were like him, ruthless. But you had more feelings than him, you would always have. 'I need all my brothers.' You whispered. Hvitserk pushed away from the wall and walked over to you, pulling your head from where you sat against his chest. You closed your eyes for a short moment before he let you go and you looked up to him.
'You're my sister, my only sister, don't go crazy on me to.' He chuckled softly.
'Ivar isn't crazy, you know that.' You said softly. Hvitserk nodded while he walked over to the steps, giving you another look.
'No he isn't.' He gave in. You smiled before looking back over the field, tapping your fingers on the stone wall while sinking away in your own thoughts.

You looked from out of the shadow of a castle wall to Ubbe and Hvitserk walking over to the stables with some men. You tilted your head while they all took a horse and left York. You were right, like usual, he was going to do something stupid. You walked to the stables and grabbed your own horse, pulling yourself in the saddle as you followed them from a distance all the way to the Christian camp. You stayed in the woods, looking how they got escorted by soldiers. What were they doing? You sat there for quite some time in the saddle before you saw that heathen, the great swordsmen, Headmund, walking to a tent. You heard the struggle and you bite you own teeth together, knowing they were in danger but not being able to do something about it. You drew your sword, watching concentrated until you saw them stumble outside. You pushed your legs in the horse and drove him to the entrance of that, camp, turning him as you looked to Ubbe his face.
'Y/n? Get out of here!' Ubbe commanded breathless. You felt somebody snatch you from that horse, air leaving your lungs as you smacked on the ground.
'No!' Hvitserk yelled as they forced you down on your knees. And there he was, the man you watched fighting like nobody else of those Christians did, Bishop Headmund. He had his arms stretched out before him, hands crossed over each other as he looked at you.
'If you hurt her, you won't live through the next day.' Ubbe warned the Bishop.
'Shut up Ubbe, you did already enough.' You snapped, fighting the two who held you down.
'What is your name?' The Bishop asked. You looked up to him, slowly breathing as your sky blue eyes melted with his.
'You know who I am.' You spoke in his language. Something of a grin came on his lips.
'You are a heathen.' He answered. You stopped protesting, chuckling as you sat back. Headmund looked down on you, in a way observing for you were a girl teeth with weapons to fight. So you looked only back, with the same look in which Ivar would look, partly amused, partly deadly calm and confident.
'Let her go.' Hvitserk begged. But Headmund didn't payed attention, he looked at you.
'She is the twin sister of Ivar the Boneless.' One of the soldiers said. Headmund nodded, pointing his fingers to the two soldiers holding you down.
'Let her go.' Headmund ordered. You pulled your arms loose and stood up. Headmund nodded, with just a that tiny little of fascination in his eyes.
'Y/n.' Hvitserk urged. You breathed in, giving that Bishop one last look before turning around and get back on your horse, feeling his eyes all the way until you were out of sight.

'Look at you Ubbe.' You stopped him by grabbing his arm and he turned around to you. His face almost sliced apart by that Christian soldier.
'I was trying,'
'What did you thought that would happen? A nice yes please here is your land?' You interrupted him. 'You could have been killed, I could have lost another of my brothers.' You confronted him. Ubbe looked at you with one good eye and that cut open face before he looked down and over to Hvitserk.
'Your brother isn't,'
'He is your brother to!' You shouted in rage, lifting your hand to stop him from talking further. 'I don't blame you for being angry on Ivar for the dead of Sigurd, but I'm not blaming him for revenging everything that happened here. But this,' you pointed to the situation. 'Is tearing us apart.' You said softer. Ubbe spit on the ground and started walking, ignoring your words what made you even more angry. As the three of you walked into the church Ivar was sitting on the altar, looking at the three of you smiling.
'Sister?' He asked with a intense look of his blue eyes. You clench your teeth and walked over to the altar, Ivar gives both his brothers a short look before he follows you until you are standing still aside the altar. He leaned on his elbows over to you and you just didn't looked back, you looked to Ubbe. Ivar followed your look and chuckled. 'You two had a fight, hmm?' He asked the both of you before pushing himself back up. 'I don't need I need to guess given,' his words faded as he pointed his finger to his own face, gesturing to the mark on Ubbe's one.
'I was just trying,'
'You made a bad call!' Ivar shouted. And you knew on that exact moment it was over, whatever this was it was over. Ubbe destroyed the last linger of trust and you saw that major gap drifting in between the two of them, forcing you and Hvitserk to choose sides. It hardly needed words before Ubbe said he would sail back to Kattegat and you couldn't ignore the gaze of your other brother. You looked up to Hvitserk before he stood up after Ubbe and left. You looked how they left the building before looking aside to your brother. 'Better the sheep run then be slaughtered.' He chuckled.
'You are the wolf scaring them away in the first place brother.' You stated. He clenched his teeth, flattening himself on his elbows over the altar again.
'They did that themselves. You want to go to sister, it seems a lot of you is voting for Ubbe lately.' He taunted you and you grabbed him at his collar, smacking him down on the altar while you pushed your dagger to his throat. He started laughing, looking up to your threatening eyes.
'I'm not Ubbe, I'm not Hvitserk, I'm not afraid of crossing you Ivar.' You hissed slowly.
'No you are not like them, you are not that weak or afraid.You are like me, christians should fear you as much as they fear me.' Ivar reacted, still looking upside down up to you with that cocky smile. You pushed his head away and pulled back. He chuckles as you starting walking between his men. 'I'm not afraid my sister will cross me.' He called after you. 'I will give you your vengeance!' He yelled and his men started balding on the words as you left the church.

You walked over the docks to the boat Ubbe and Hvitserk were standing on. Hvitserk jumped off and walked over to you. You looked over your shoulder to Ivar who sat on a rock, hooded and watching the three of you with slightly squeezed eyes.
'I don't want to leave you behind with Ivar.' Hvitserk started.
'You know I'm safe right, he is my twin brother.' You shrugged, like you hardly cared that they were leaving. You pushed the emotions a little down, Ivar was right, like he always was. So you tried on not showing your emotions.
'I don't want you to be caught up in his anger.'
'Then don't go.' You proposed.
'What is here for me,'
'then go Hvitserk.' You pointed to the boat. 'Remember that we will one day will return to Kattegat and there will be no person or brother standing in our way on getting what we want.' You warned him, stepping backwards slowly. 'And you know what we want.' You followed, bowing a little before looking over to Ubbe. 'I'm sorry brothers.' You said to the both of them.
'You are not.' Ubbe said and you chuckled in the same dark way Ivar did it.
'No, I'm not.' You whispered, giving Hvitserk one last look before turning around and walking back to Ivar. You stood still beside him and looked over to the boat.
'And?' He asked. You crossed your arms before your chest, shrugging on which Ivar started talking to his brothers, screaming how they should run away, how everybody choose him. Your eyes rested on Hvitserk, seeing how he went through a struggle you knew all to well. He looked in between Ubbe and Ivar before he looked down and jumped back off that boat before it had the chance to sail away. 'Hvitserk.' Ivar smiled in approval. You followed your brother in his way over, crossing a gaze with him as he stood still.
'I'm not leaving you.' He said softly. You swallowed, looking down with a sincere thankful smile before looking to your twin brother.
'What now?' You asked as Ubbe sailed out of sight.
'Let's kill some Christian men.' Ivar proposed, looking up to both you and Hvitserk.
'Let's get us some revenge.' You whispered in return. Ivar locked his eyes with you, slowly nodding while he had that smirk on his lips, agreeing with your words ... yes, revenge would never taste that sweet.