Weaknesses Can Be Strengths (Ivar The Boneless Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Another part of Ivar's brilliant plan was to go through the tunnel system. It smelled and it was so filthy. I was angry he made me come down and sit in filth before attacking. Surely they will be repelled out just by the smell of us.

Ivar has been using his crutch more often. I wondered if it would slowly strengthen his legs.

As the Saxons entered into the barren town, we waited out for our perfect attack. We slowly perched our ladders to the vents.

One by one, more and more people emerge to the top and I could hear screams. Ivar went up before me. When it was my turn, I eagerly started to kill men.

It had always peaked my interest for why the women didn't fight along the men. Where were they? Just housewives? Nothing more? Weren't they given the option?

I used my hands to break a man's neck. I empaled two men at once and it was very satisfying. I let out a happy scream as I cut through Saxons.

Blood painted my face, something I was very much used to.

I stayed close to Ivar. He had the tendency to be head over heels when it came to battles. There was two Ivars, the one I knew and loved… and battle Ivar where he saw nothing but red and wanted nothing more than to spill more blood.

He nodded his head at me to join him on top of the gate. I complied and climbed up beside him. I watched as Bishop Heahmund was the only alive man in the section of the town. It was our men vs him.

Archers kill his horse. Ivar clearly was enjoying the show and ordered them to stop fighting and to give him his horse. He watched as Heahmund fought for his life.

Finally they had him pinned. They grabbed Heahmund and held swords to his head. Ivar joined them and held the man's own sword to his throat.

"Heathen!" Heahmund shouted.

Ivar only laughed. "Christian." He signaled to have them to walk Heahmund inside.

The remaining Saxons got up and left in a hurry, leaving Bishop Heahmund behind.

I grew curious and walked into where he was being held and approached him cautiously. I scanned his features. He looked at me as if I was a rodent.

"What does Ivar plan to do with him?" I asked one of his guards.

"Dont worry around that." Ivar said approaching from behind. I turned around and gave him a weak smile. "Do you want to be alone again?" He smirked.

"No, I'm just… what is a Bishop? Is it special to Christians?" I asked.

"What does it matter? Do you plan to be one?" Ivar taunted.

"I am only curious. I'm curious about the worlds beyond our own. Aren't you?" I asked.

"In a different way. I don't want to understand, I want to take."

"That is clear." I teased.

He smiled and kissed me. "Maybe we should be alone."

"No, I am tired."

He rolled his eyes playfully and planted a final kiss on my lips before walking away. "Let's get something to eat, I'm starving."

I couldn't sleep that night. I didnt feel safe with the Bishop being so close to us. Ivar didn't seem to have any trouble as he snored straight into my ear.

The next day I tried to occupy my mind by sharpening my sword or mending one my older dresses.

Eventually I gained enough courage to approach the Bishop.