"I'm so sorry, my friend." You whisper, plunging your sword through Halfdan's flesh.
"(Y/N)," He groaned your name through the pain. The blood gushed in a constant flow. At first it came thick and strong, flowing through your fingers as you clasped at the ripped flesh whilst the brave Viking's pulse grew slower and weaker.
"May we meet again in Valhalla and feast with the Gods." You say with tears in your eyes as you reach to close his eyelids while he fell into his eternal sleep.
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Vikings Imagines
Historical FictionWelcome, all Odin's children to my Wattpad blog dedicated to the Vikings TV Show and Norse Mythology! These Vikings Imagines can also be found on my Tumblr blog: Whisperer in Freya's Hall. Requests: Open || Asks: Open || Currently Working On: Imagi...
