"Touch him and I will ensure that you never see Valhalla." You threaten the tall, intimidating Viking who had an axe pointed to Sigurd. The man turned and chuckled at your small frame while you firmly held onto your dagger.
"Such deadly weapons do not belong in the hands of women," he throatily mocked, beginning to play with the axe's sharp blade.
You smirk slyly as you inch closer to the man. "I agree, this is why you should not be carrying an axe."
And with that, you ever so swiftly rammed your dagger into his neck as blood instantly spewed onto your face. You shoved the man's body out of your way as he fell on the wooden floor with a heavy thud.
"Although, it was quite unnecessary, thank you, (Y/N)." Sigurd nodded as he smiled at you.
"No worries." You reply, wiping the blood off your face with the hem of your sleeve. "I swore to protect you and your brothers. No matter how small the circumstances may be."
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Vikings Imagines
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