We are all blind

Blue

"Where's Ivar?"

Sidsel could hear Sigurd sigh at the fact that she always asked after him. He hated that both Aslaug and Sidsel always gave him more attention than Sigurd. To put it simply - he was jealous.

"His eyes are too blue" he answered eventually, his eyes staring at his other brothers as they were both sparring with Asta, thinking he would have alone time with Sidsel who he found incredibly attractive with her tall and slim figure, long golden hair and those green eyes that looked even greener against the backdrop of the forest. 

"I better keep him company then. He might die of boredom", she said and sat up from the tree stump she just sat on and started to navigate her way, with the help of her staff, to the great hall where she thought she would find him playing his game. 

"Ivar?" She asked as she stepped into the great hall. She half expected Aslaug to be seated on her throne in the hall, maybe even entertaining her youngest son by participating in the game. 

"I'm over here", he answered, from the direction of the thrones. But he wasn't sitting on the queen's throne. He was seated on the King's. If Aslaug found him in Ragnar's chair he would get scolded for it. But at the same time, Sidsel knew he would somehow get away with it because Aslaug wanted Ivar to have whatever he wanted. 

She stepped forward until she felt her staff touch the steps up to the thrones. 

"Why are you not training with your brothers?" She knew the answer already of course but she asked anyway.

"My eyes are too blue", he answered with an almost defeated voice. She took a step up so that she was standing directly in front of him.

"Your eyes are never too blue for me", Sidsel whispered with a gentle smile. "So you're always strong enough to train if I have a say in the matter", she added and put her staff down to kneel in front of him instead since she was pretty tall standing beside him while he was still sitting. He took one of her hands in his surprisingly gentle like he had been when he found her crying in the sand the other day. 

She smiled as she remembered the first time he'd told her that his eyes were too blue. Since being blind her whole life she had never been able to see colors. She had asked him to try and describe it, eventually giving up. He almost started to yell in frustration. It's hard to describe a color to someone who'd never seen it before. 

When Ivar ended his tries to describe it he told her that blue was the color of a clear sky or the color of the sea. 

"Then it is my favorite color", she had stated without hesitation. 

"Maybe I don't want to train today", he mumbled thoughtfully and leaned forward a bit, about to tell her something that would surprise her like nothing before. 

"Maybe I want to kiss you" 

Sidsel felt how her cheeks got really hot all of a sudden as she blushed. "Umm, ah... Ivar I-" 

She didn't have time to finish the sentence before she felt his hands around her face and his soft lips on her mouth. Unexpectedly the kiss wasn't forceful or dominating, it was instead very gentle and sweet. It took a moment for Sidsel to react but she did engage in it, matching the small movements of his lips with her own. 

Ivar eventually pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers, taking in the sight of her flushed and shocked face.

Her hand trailed up to his face and softly traced the lines of his lips. He was smiling.

She wanted to say something and opened her mouth to do so, but he silenced her by kissing her again. This time more hungry and she answered with the same hunger, letting her hands sneak around his neck to pull him closer which he happily did. He bit her bottom lip a little, making her open her mouth slightly. He ran his tongue gently where he just bit her and then started to explore her mouth. A slight moan escaped her as their tongues started to dance with each other. 

She felt her whole body slowly heating up as Ivar got more intense with her, gripping her hair and neck, biting her lips, licking them. He was taking her breath away in the most wonderful way possible and she couldn't do anything else than to reply to all of his kisses with the same intensity and clinging to him by holding and clawing at his back. 

Eventually, Ivar's grip softened as he pulled away to catch his breath. He smirked, pleased that his kissing made Sidsel look flushed and out of breath. A hum started in his throat as he stroked her cheek. 

"What was that for?" She asked her breath heavy still. 

"I've wanted to do that for a while. Do you have a problem with that, Sidsel?" 

She shook her head no and smiled brightly and got up from her position, taking her staff with her in the same motion. "It was just - unexpected". Her words were a little bit shaky, still breathing more heavily than usual. 

"Your eyes are not too blue to watch your brothers get beaten by my sister", she said after a moment of silence and started to make her way back to where she had left the other Ragnarssons and Asta. 

"I think she might already be dead", Ivar said with a scoff and followed Sidsel. Neither of them spoke of what just happened between them.