Godlike-Ivar The Boneless (Completed)

Death Becomes Her

Something sweet and warm was making her heart ache for him, for his touch, for his voice, for his breath. Every part of her being, screamed at her to give in and forget about every little thing that was haunting her mind in that moment. She wished she could allow herself to be his, to live the romantic fantasy she never believed is real, but she was simply too pragmatic, because she knew that sooner or later, her perfect love story would turn into a tragedy of her own cataclysmic downfall. She simply felt this would be a dreadfull mistake, and she couldn't allow herself that.

Daria felt tears on the corner of her eyes. She got up from her throne and sat next to Ivar who was still on his knees.

"Don't." Daria barely whispered as her voice was cracking down. She silently wrapped her arms around him.

Ivar watched her and touched gently touched her cheek wiping the tear away from it.

"Why are you crying princess?" Ivar asked softly.

"Because this is wrong Ivar. We can't...." Daria answered burying her face to his chest. She felt him warping his arms more tightly around her body. They were both silent for a moment before Ivar finally spoke.

"If it's so wrong then then why did you want me to kiss you Daria? Why did you feel jealous of Katia? Why did you...." His voice wasn't so soft anymore and he almost sounded angry.

"I don't know Ivar!" Daria cut him off with a yell before he could ask any more questions. She pushed him away from herself and quickly got up, feeling sudden urge to be alone and try to clear her own mind before she could continue this conversation.

"Daria stop!" Ivar said, but she didn't. She run out from the throne room as fast as she could with no idea where she was going.

But she stopped when an unfamiliar guard showed up in front of her blocking her way. Nobody else was around the dark hallway at the moment and she felt panic.

"Принц Дир послал меня. Прости меня, принцесса." The guard said before Daria could ask anything. The guard took out his sword and approached her stabbing her in her belly.

Daria felt an unimaginable pain in her body, but that pain was nothing compared to mix of fear and regret she was feeling. Everything she ever felt, every mistake she ever made, everything that made her sad, that made her happy, just flashed in front of her eyes so quickly. The great feeling of coldness took over her body and she was now struggling to keep her eyes open, because she knew the second she closed them, everything will end, and she believed she wasn't ready to die, not yet.

The cold, lifeless eyes of her murderer, were the last thing she saw, before her body hit the floor. Her heartbreaking, agonising scream filled the castle with deep sorrow.

And then, for a moment everything became dark.

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Daria woke up from something that felt like a long sleep, she felt so refreshed, and the the feeling of calmness took over her mind before she remembered what happened. She looked around herself, and realized that the room she was in, wasn't familiar to her at all. It was a warm, cozy room, with the fire burning inside of it. The fur was used for the decoration of the it and the bed where she was sleeping was big and her body was also covered with fur. But she wasn't feeling the warmth of if, she felt the unbearable coldness spreading around her body instead.

"How are you feeling Brynhildr?" The tall, skinny woman, approached her bed and touched her hand.

"That is not my name." Daria answered

"But that is how my son called you." The woman answered.

"You are Aslaug? And I am dead aren't I?" Daria asked fighting to stay calm.

"Oh dear, you aren't dead yet. You still have a choice to make. My son prayed to the Gods not to take you away from him and they listened to his prayers. His heart is broken, and he is angry, and now only you can help him." Aslaug said.

"But I am so scared..." Daria whispered.

"Don't be scared." Aslaug said and she took her hand. "You have a heart of a warrior, and you are a strong woman. You can do anything. You can choose to live and come back to my son." Aslaug said.

"But if I come back, what will happen? I don't understand."

"If you come back, then you will renounce your Christian beliefs. You will become one of us, and then when your time comes, Valkyres will take you to Valhalla." Aslaug answered.

"What is my other choice?"

"Your other choice is behind those doors." Aslaug said and pointed at the big wooden doors of the room. Daria got up from her bed. Her body wasn't wounded anymore, and she was dressed in a long, plane white dress. She slowly made her way to the door, curious about what the death can offer to her.

"Whatever is the choice that you make, and I believe it will be the right one, fight your war as you want to, but don't send my sons to Valhalla yet." The man that appeared next to Aslaug said.

Daria turned around and looked at the man, she believed is Ragnar himself.

" I told him to be ruthless, and I told him that his anger is a weapon, and that happiness isn't important. I made him like this, and it's my deepest regret. I love all my sons, and I want them to be happy. Even though Ivar already killed one of his brothers, I forgive him, because I know he will never be able to forgive himself. " The man said.

"Ragnar... I promise you that if I come back, I will not allow any of that to happen again. You have my word." Daria said.

Aslaug then walked over to her, and pulled her in a hug.

Daria warped her arms around her, and suddenly the coldness she was feeling was gone. Her mind was racing, she knew that her story must continue, even if that meant that she will renounce everything that made her herself, even her own name. But as Aslaug said, she had a heart of a warrior and she was a strong woman, strong enough to continue to live. Dying so young, was simply too easy, the life itself was hard, but yet full of unimaginable surprises, pleasure, and happiness along the way.

"Go now. I believe you will make the right decision to come back to my son, and tell him that I love him." Aslaug said softly.

Daria pulled away from the woman. She glanced at her and Ragnar again. They both looked peaceful.

"If you see my friend Athelstan there, tell him I send my regards."Ragnar said with a smile on his face. Daria nodded to him.

"I will. Goodbye for now." She said and opened the door, as she done that, the room behind her disappeared.

In front of her was the most wonderful sight. It was a garden that looked almost holy, and it was making her feel happy, like she never felt before in her entire life. The flowers, the trees, the animals wandering, even the wild animals seemed to be so friendly. The sweet scent of the untouched nature was pleasing her every sense. She felt so happy, so blessed, she could just stand there and cry. This breathtaking place, she believed, was something that people named heaven. The sweet escape from the cruel life, that she never believed she earned.

She took one step forward, feeling as if she was floating above the ground, and her body was completely weightless.

Daria laughed feeling the pure happiness and joy overcome her body and soul.

But then she also saw a familiar face in front of her. He stood there in front of her, more beautiful then ever. And he seemed so unreal.

"Oleg..."

Принц Дир послал меня. Прости меня, принцесса. (princ dir poslal menya. Prosti menya princesa) - Prince Dir sent me. Forgive me princess.

Hello everyone, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, for me it was a bit hard and sad to write it. Sometimes I really miss Ragnar in this show :)
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