Pairing | Ivar x OC
Info | Viking Age AU
⁑ Warnings: NSFW, heavy ANGST, SMUT included, cursing, mentions of murder, blood, violence, crimes, torture, slavery, death. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.
Author's Notes | Hey guys! Welcome to this new series! This is an old idea inspired by a drabble that comes from one of my first celebrations here on Tumblr. Special thanks to Sy (@honestsycrets), who helped me to develop this OC. I hope you guys enjoy this work with me! Info | Viking Age AU, fully out of the storyline of the series! Words |3002 ⁑ Warnings: Mentions of violence and murderous intents, curse, mentions of sex.
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"Take me down to the river-bend Take me down to the fighting end Wash the poison from off my skin Show me how to be whole again"
Castle of Glass (Linkin Park, 2012)
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"Who's Freydis? You can call me Katya... Queen... Katya!"
The sounds of her scandalous laughs were still echoing into his brain as he was dragging his dirty and crippled body on the mud of the ground once again.
The same mud he fought so hard to get rid of. The same body he broke so many times to see standing... Walking...
"What? I told you, Oleg... He was the weaker. A half-dozen of promises and he was eating in my hands..."
Fool.
From all his brothers, she chose the one whose heart was more easily deceivable. It would have been Sigurd if he didn't have cut his brother's heart in two not far from that day, but it was his. His need... His craving for dreams that now he felt could never be his.
"Mighty God, Ivar! Of course, it is not your child! How dumb do you need to be to believe you could make me a child when you weren't a man not even to fuck me? Even more to seed my womb..."
Now, like a shattered castle made of thin glass, everything he ever conquered was gone, along with the braces her bastard of a husband ripped from his legs and the crutch he ensured to break in front of Ivar's eyes. Destroyed like his pride... And his heart, broken by the moans of pleasure of the woman he once thought loved him; her naked breasts bouncing with Oleg's hips hitting in the middle of her legs, careless of the swollen belly he so many times worshiped, full of another's child he once thought was his own.
