King Ivar spends much of his time with his infertile first wife: neglecting his second wife, the mother of his children, a Freyjasdottir. Eventually, it catches up to him when a foreign King Sverri invades his lands.
tw: abuse, character death, etc.
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He doesn't dare show his face in your rooms again. No... Ivar hadn't. He gave you freedom– especially today. As you say goodbye to Sverri, with tears hot in your eyes, the foreign king has you close despite the rigidity of your body in his arms. In his eyes, you thought he had slept with Kitta and there was nothing he could do to change that. You stand on the edge of Kattegat's pier with your stomach churning in disrepair. You have the strangest feeling that it would be a long, long time until you saw your friend again.
"Sverri?" Your head lays flat against his firm chest.
"Yes." He answers you with a small unintentional smile. "What is it?"
"...Ivar..." You stop, deciding quickly not to tell him what Ivar had done. How he made you take his seed in your womb with no choice. No, if you could keep a hard face, you would. What would he do if he knew? "...I'm pregnant."
Sverri sways in the wind that buckles his ship. The news falls heavy on his mind as the last time he was told, you abstained from sex with Ivar. Somehow that news made him happy– and this news? It sickens him. Why would you have sex with Ivar? Your sniffling against the slit of chest causes him to lean back. Those bright eyes shines sweetly like the purest of gems.
"You are sure you don't want to come with me?" He suggests. You laugh mirthlessly, your hand at his chest now as you look into his glow bright eyes. Somehow you didn't even need to say no. He already knew– despite the fact that he so desired to save you from this.
"Friend to friend? I know you didn't sleep with her." You say with a sway.
"Friend to friend?" He asks, laughing as he drops his head back. Yes, friend to friend. "Friend to friend, I know you have to stay with him. I'll be back. I'll fix it for you, (Y/N)."
"If you only could." You spare him one last glance, knowing that Ivar had not welcomed him back next year. You reach up to kiss his cheek before your feet bounce off the planks for the home you never wanted. Even if you hadn't seen Sverri's hand stroking the place where he was kissed— Ivar had. You came back to his side as he sits waiting for the ships begin to depart. Sverri's sail raises the high sail of Yggradsil and the king would hop onto his boat, waving as you blew him a smooth kiss and a wave. Sverri mocks a catch of your kiss, yelling "Goodbye!"
"You didn't tell him what I did." Ivar knows. He knows because if Sverri had been known, he would not have been sailing away. He would take up his sword– he would try to kill him. Ivar would not have blamed Sverri either. It was unforgivable.
"No." You say, hand at your belly as you glance to little Uxi by Kitta's side. You reach out for Veifnr, arms wrapping around his shoulders. Hvitserk stands lazily with Ragnhild undoubtedly waiting for this conversation to end.
"Because I'm with another child." You turn your head down to Ivar. His face is tense as if he wants to be sick but does not deserve the luxury to be. He looks to your stomach, stretching out to rub over it's slight swollen expanse. His fingers are shy and keep away from a firm touch.
