"ѕнe waѕ тнe ғιre тнaт ĸepт тнe world вυrnιng."
She was a girl, outcast by her home in England and imprisoned for her crimes. That is until Earl Ingstad, (otherwise known as Lagertha Lothbrok) the ex wife of Ragnar Lothbrok, freed her and took her b...
Hey guys, just wondering, would y'all be interested in a Vikings Oneshots book? I'm really enjoying writing about Vikings atm and I have SO MUCH muse. (I'd also like to do more AHS and Gotham but that's beside the point) If so, let me know :) Ty so much for supporting the book aaaaaaand here we go again!
P.s make sure you tell me who YOU want Aneira to end up with within the book so that I know what everyone wants :)
-Rhiannon
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Blood drenched my face, my eyes wild and untamed. The Red liquid stuck in my hair as it knotted up. I could feel the splatters, slowly dripping down my skin leaving crimson trails in their wake. My armor was wet with its presence, a mixture of peoples blood across it. They all mixed together now, all connected by the simple fact that they had lost their lives at my blade. I walked into the old church, not expecting to see Ivar, Hvitserk and Ubbe there.
"Where have you been?" Ivar questioned. Ubbe and Hvitserk just stared at me, sensing that something was not right.
"I had personal matters to deal with." I answered flatly.
Flashback
"Please, Aneira! You don't have to do this! Make it stop! Please!" Anwyn cried out. I attached the rope that twisted around her arms to a horse. I tied another piece of rope to her leg and attached it to the heavy wooden battlements.
"But I do, Annie." I answered darkly. I jumped up onto the horse and smiled, riding away. For a few moments she dragged along the ground, moaning in agony. Then the other rope stopped her. She began to let out long and horrific screams as my horse kept riding. She was being torn in two.
"And where is that girl you found?" He asked in quick succession.
"Where she belongs." I smiled, then excused myself.
"Aneira, wait!" Ubbe called, running after me.
"Speak." I replied harshly.
"What is wrong with you? You don't seem like yourself." He questioned, concern in his voice. I did not want his concern. I did not need his pity.
"If that's all you came to say, leave." I answered.
Ubbe quickly grabbed my arm before I could rush off. It was just like him and Ubbe always used to do. I never really used to mind when they did. Now I do.
"Take your hand off my if you wish to keep it." I glared at him.
He just pulled me closer, my face merely inches from his. He didn't ask anymore questions, he just wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. At first I tensed up, not sure how to respond. However, the warmth it sent through me, the familiarity, was intoxicating. I gently hugged him back, my head resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as every other sound in the world drowned out.
"We are worried about you because we care about you, Aneira- I care about you." He spoke sincerely. I looked up at him with a sad smile, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
"I don't know what to do anymore." I whispered gently.
After a while of Ubbe comforting me, we walked back to the Church that Ivar had claimed as his little throne room. Ubbe's arm was around my shoulder as we walked in. No longer stood tall and angry, I couldn't feel my anger or my strength anymore. All I could feel was the grief. The grief that I'd been hiding behind a mask of brutality.
Hvitserk seemed to recognize this as we walked in, sending me a gentle smile. I smiled back. Ivar didn't hold the same reaction. He seemed disappointed in my change in persona. Perhaps that is because his persona was still alive and well. We both rolled our eyes at eachother. I sat down beside Ubbe, opposite Hvitserk.
"Are you alright?" Hvitserk questioned with a gentle voice.
I nodded in response.
"Well, now that we're done with her, can we please talk about what's actually important. Like the Saxon invasion." Ivar sighed frustrated.
