You clutched onto your stomach as your knees buckled and all the sudden you felt ill, unable to stand.
As you begin to weep out of terror, you realized that it had all been planned as you were the only one to drink the buttermilk at Aslaug's dinner.
Before you could slowly drift into darkness, you felt a sharp heaviness between your legs and a woman's silhouette standing above you.
The double doors bang open and the chattering in the Hall went silent as everyone turned to see Ivar in his violent, storming anger.
Holding his sharp wooden sticks, he helped pull his body forward as he crawled towards where his mother sat.
Aslaug's face had gone as white as alabaster. She looked around, her eyes wide, whilst Ivar's rage was so dark that he couldn't even see the people in the Hall. As he approached at the feet of his mother, minutes of uncomfortable silence passed till Ivar finally spoke, "I will never forgive you for this."
"I am your mother, Ivar. I only - "
Ivar flung his wooden sticks across the Hall as a few women gasped.
He pointed his finger to his mother, "You poisoned my wife to rid her of our child! My firstborn!" He shouted violently as his eyes welled with tears.
"I will never forgive you for this till the sky and earth collapse."
I know this is a very sensitive topic as I was having a conversation with my mom and she told me before she had me, she had a miscarriage which horrified me when she told me. I simply wanted to write this little note at the bottom to let you know that by writing this imagine, I mean absolutely no disrespect to such a topic and to women who have gone through it. I love you all.❤️❤️
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Vikings Imagines
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