Eyes of Fire

⛓Losses⛓

*WARNING: Mature content ahead, proceed at your own risk*
[Contains: Size Difference, Exploration, Femdom, Praise Kink, Outdoor Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Sex, Scratching, Biting, Cock Riding, Cum]

  "Your Grace!" I called out to the bishop walking down the dock. I was leaning on the edge of a boat as the ships all along the shore were being loaded to sail to Kattegat. Heahmund walked over to me and spoke lowly.

  "Don't call me that. You think it's a joke, but you have no understanding of grace."

  "Oh, why are you being so harsh, Bishop?" I waved my hand. "Still think me to be a temptress of the devil?" The Saxon didn't answer, and I tilted my head. "I was not created nor sent by either your god or your devil. In no way have I seduced you."

  "You needn't try. The forbidden fruit of Eden did not need to do anything either, but Adam and Eve still bit from it because of the devil's seduction, whispering in their ear, and they were too weak to only listen to God's word." Heahmund began to spout more of his Christian nonsense, but I didn't stop him- it wasn't as if I even understood what he was saying. I didn't know who this Adam or Eve were or what Eden was, but I'd be sure to ask Ivar later.

~

  It was in a large clearing that our army faced Lagertha's. She was easy to spot in the front line on her white horse, and I could see Bjorn and Ubbe at her sides.

  Bjorn and King Harald's brother alone road toward us, stopping halfway to indicate they wanted to speak. I pat Garmr's head as he stood at my side while watching the Vikings bearing Lagertha's blue flags. King Harald and Hvitserk went to meet them.

  "Ivar, I will admit that I wish you brothers did not fight." I spoke up with my eyes gazing across the landscape as a soft wind blew. I knew Ivar was looking at me, and I continued. "You are all sons of the greatest man known to Vikings."

  "I understand your sentiment, Hel, but this is what it has come down to. I don't see a way around it if Lagertha remains on the throne of Kattegat."

  "And tell me, Ivar, you are not doing this for your own ambition or greed, are you?" I glanced at the man in his chariot, and he was now watching the four men talking even if he couldn't hear what they were saying.

  "A little bit." He chuckled. "Who doesn't want to be a king? However, my main reason is to avenge the death of my mother and the theft of my home."

  "It seems there will be negotiations." I stated after seeing Hvitserk following Bjorn back to Lagertha while King Harald and his brother were riding back to our side.

  "So it seems." And each army fell back to their camps until they were to reconvene the following day.

  "This is madness." Harald's brother said.

  "Is it? You are here where you belong. Don't deny it. Why would you fight for Lagertha or Bjorn? They are not your folk." The king asked.

  "Bjorn saved my life. Isn't that reason enough?"

  "Not really." Ivar popped off. "We all choose to live a dangerous life. That is part of our way. So I think that you give what happened between you and Bjorn too much importance."

  "Family has a greater claim." Harald added. "I don't want to fight against you. I don't want to have to kill you. The world would make no sense."

  "I suppose none of this makes sense to him anyway." Halfdan looked at Heahmund as the Bishop was standing like a statue.

  "He's a great warrior. He doesn't need anything to make sense."

  "By the gods, Ivar, you are so cynical." And the youngest Ragnar son began to chuckle. "You just don't care, do you?"