"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...
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Silence. The only sound being Ivar crawling across the stone floor, huffs leaving his lips as her pulled extra weight behind him. Aneira. Ivar held onto her collar with one hand as he used the other to crawl. Finally, he reached the floor, looking back at his friend as small wipers escaped her agonized lips. She was still unconscious. His free hand shoved the door opens furious that no one had come to their aid. Soldiers noticed Ivar yelling and ran to their leader. They quickly understood the situation when they saw Aneira on the floor.
Hours passed, screams audible from within the small cottage that Ivar oversaw Aneira being taken to. He felt helpless like he hadn't since his parents had both died. Ubbe and Hvitserk ran over to their brother who simply sat outside wishing that he could help Aneira. "Brother, what is happening?" Ubbe was the first to speak. "I do not know. One minute she was fine and the next she was on the floor." Ivar answered, fear evident in his voice. Hvitserk looked at his brothers and then to the cottage. He stared at the door, praying that any minute now Aneira would walk out with nothing wrong. A loud scream circulated through the city. Hvitserk started for the door only to be stopped by his brothers. "We're not allowed inside." Ivar told his brother firmly. "And we're just supposed to sit here and do nothing?" Hvitserk answered in dismay. Hearing such sounds from Aneira was unbearable. "We can't do anything to help her in there anyway." Ivar sighed. So, the brothers sat. They waited. They flinched at every sound they heard from within the cottage.
After a while (it was impossible to say how long. Hours had melted into what felt like years.) The healer came out. She was an old woman, her hair grey and ragged. Her eyes were sorrowful as she walked towards the young brothers.
"Is she okay?" They asked in unison, all terrified.
"The girl will live..." The healer answered, still solemn and sympathetic.
"But?" Ivar questioned the older woman, mildly annoyed by the lack of information.
"She has lost her child. I recommend that the father try to speak to her, she seems upset."
The boys looked at eachother solemnly, bowing their heads sadly.
Ubbe looked back at the woman, "The father is dead."
The woman nodded before leaving. What were they to do now?
Aneira's POV:
I sat in a small cottage, the healer leaving me after explaining the situation. It didn't need explaining. I knew what was happening. I lost my child. Blood stained my clothes as I sat there in utter silence. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't breath. Everything seemed so wrong, like a nightmare from which there was no awakening. Tears brimmed my eyes as I stared into the cold unforgiving distance. There was no happily ever after for me.
I heard people walk in. I just sat there, ignoring their entry. My hair was a mess of knots, my eyes sore and red. My breathing was shaking as I tried my hardest to hold back tears in the presence of other people. I could not let them see my weakness, my vulnerability.
"Aneira..." Hvitserk whispered. It was them. My closest friends. And, yet, I could not bring myself to speak or to look at them. I felt Ivar place a hand on my shoulder reassuringly. He was there, most likely being the one who got me to a healer. Still I did not move. "Are you alright?" Ubbe asked. He knew I wasn't alright. "I'm fine." I said through gritted teeth.
"If you need us, we're here for you, Aneira." Ivar finally spoke finally, the anger in his voice completely gone and replaced with something I loathed far more...
Pity.
"Just go." I said quietly, they all looked around at eachother and then back at me in shock.
"Aneira we can't just-" Hvitserk was cut off by my sudden outburst.
"Just leave me alone! Go!" I screamed, tears now scarily close to leaving my eyes.
The brothers all left begrudgingly. I sat there. Silence returning to my solemn state. A lone tear fell down my cheek. Soon, I could no longer hold back the flood that was unleashed from my glassy blue eyes.
So this was it?
An unfixable emptiness. A void. That's all I had left.
