Signy was an orphan raised by the renowned boat builder Floki and his wife Helga. Growing up, she was best friends with the sons of the great Ragnar Lothbrok. However, when her half sister is to be sent to get married and Signy steps in to swap plac...
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"I saved Kari! I am stopping a war. I am giving up everything for everyone else! Yet somehow I'm still in the wrong!" I yelled out into nowhere as I threw stones into the water to release a little anger. I didn't notice Ivar crawling up behind me. I didn't notice him sat watching and listening to every word I said. So, I continued, "Do they think I want to go to Freya knows where to marry some man I don't know? I don't want to go anywhere! I certainly don't want to marry him. Not when everyone I love is here. But Odin knows what they'll do to Kari if I'm not there. Does she think I don't want to tell him? Of course I do, I hate keeping things from him. That doesn't change the fact that I can't." with those final words, I slumped the ground, peering out into the vast ocean. The endless possibilities out there in that vast, limitless, expanse. "I wish I could tell him a lot of things. Things like how everytime I see him, I don't feel so angry at the world anymore. Like how sometimes I want to stab him in the fucking throat. Like how whenever I think of him finding a wife I want to kill both him and this fictional woman. Like how I can't explain why when he told me about how he cared for a woman, I didn't feel happy... I felt alone again."
"I agree, you really should tell him, secrets aren't good for you, Signy." Ivar chimed in, finally. He sounded amused and when I jumped up - startled by his sudden entrance - I noticed the cocky grin plastered across his face.
"Ivar! How long have you been sat there?" I screeched.
"Long enough to know that you are getting married... And you don't want to go because you're madly in love with me." He chuckled, a devilish smile across his lips.
"I-I'm- I never said that!" I stumbled over my words, raising my voice when I finally found my brain cells again.
"You may as well have." Ivar leaned back against a rock, just relaxing as I got more and more agitated, and watched me like winding people up was the best entertainment he could get.
"Shut up!" I yelled, throwing a pebble at him. He ducked out of the way and laughed when I got even more annoyed. I couldn't deal with Ivar at that moment. I was so wrapped in fury that I just didn't have the emotional stability to interact with him. I went to storm past him but Ivar quickly reacted by tripping me up. I fell to the floor, all air being knocked out of my lungs as I hit the sand. I took a deep breath, rolling onto my back. Before I could stand up, Ivar had pinned me down. I looked up at him angrily, he just looked back with a smirk. "What do you want?"
"You're an idiot." He laughed, sounding like he genuinely meant it.
I frowned, "What?"
"I've been trying to tell you for months. I thought you finally got it in the woods, apparently I was giving you more credit than you deserved." He sighed, rolling his eyes at me.
I frowned again, "What are you talking about now?!"
"I'm in love with you, you idiot!" He yelled.
I stayed silent underneath him for a moment, my eyes not daring to meet those icy blue orbs of his. I thought about what he just said, unsure of how on earth I was supposed to answer it. My eyes travelled up to his. He looked down at me, awaiting any kind of response. When I didn't answer, his eyes began to fill with regret for telling me. I was still stunned, however. I tried to think of something to say but all that came from my mouth was, "why?"
"Why?" He repeated.
I just nodded in reply.
"Why would I not?" He stated as though it was the most obvious thing ever.
"Because you're a Prince and I'm... Me." I shrugged.
"Yes, you are." He nodded, making me smile slightly. The next thing I knew, I'd closed the gap between our lips. Mine pressed against his, our lips molding together like a perfect puzzle. My eyes closed and I held onto the back of his neck to pull him closer. That is when I realised that I loved him too. The only issue being that in a matter of days, I would marry an Earl and probably never see nor hear of Ivar The Boneless ever again.
