Vikings Imagines

Dying in Battle and Bjørn Builds a Statue in Remembrance of You

As you swiftly turned to take down the next Saxon soldier, a blade pierced into you as you gasped. The pain that came with it burned every fibre of your body like a raging fire. Without warning, the Saxon soldier jerks the blade out, a wild expression befalling his features.

You growl and with all the strength left in you, you raise your axe and hastily cut off his arm as he screamed, withering in immense torment. 

Plunging your axe onto his abdomen, you fall to your knees, ready to be taken to the gates of Valhalla.

Black dots began to dance around the edges of your vision and the only thing you could hear was your slowing heartbeat. You were about to fall to ground when a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards them.

"(Y/N)!"

It had been Bjørn. You let your head fall back against his chest and you weakly smiled up at him. He shook his head violently as he spoke words to you, perhaps begging you to stay with him. To be strong for him and your little children but you could hardly hear him as his words all became muffled along with the battle surroundings.

You take a hold of his calloused hand and grip as hard as you could so you'd remember his touch to the afterlife. You wished to say your last words to your beloved. 

How you loved him and how you'd miss him and your children forever but the constant flow of blood spilling from your wound made it unbearable to utter any words. 

And so, tears began to fall from your eyes as Bjørn wiped them away with his thumbs.

"Please,"

Bjørn begged and when a final ambivalent smile graced your features he knew he'd lost you to the deep abyss.

A cool breeze blew and Bjørn thought he could hear your laughter as he smiled to himself. 

As the years had passed, Bjørn always thought of you, consumed by his impossible love, he decided to carve your beauty from stone as the Gods had fashioned you through flesh.

He decided to leave something for the world to see and to admire as he had done when Freya had so generously decided to gift you to him. 

As Bjørn walked away, returning to Kattegat, he turned to look at his masterpiece once more.

And upon the block of stone, below your feet, he had carved the words:

"A star shines brightest when it is about to die. My beloved's beauty dulled the stars' brightness and made the heavens crumple beneath her feet. My love, I eternally miss you."