You make way for Kattegat to fight alongside the Sons of Ragnar as they plan to avenge their late father's death.
You are known amongst your people as a fierce warrior and great beauty. Having fought for your earldom since your father's death, you...
You stand with a torch burning in your hand, held out in front of you. It had grown very dark in the forest but you intended to see the King's life drain slowly from his body. After seeing where he tortured the great Ragnar Lodbrok. For such a man to come to such an undignified end made you sick to your stomach. But you knew in your heart that Odin would still allow him to enter his hall, despite his manner of death, your Father had told you of how great a warrior he was when they had fought together in the past.
A loud scream echoed through the trees. Sigurd and Hvitserk were positioned either side of the kneeling King, holding him to a fallen tree as Floki began hammering nails into his hands. Fixing his arms to the tree in a position that resembled that of his Christian God. Frigg, Saga, and Siv were stood by your side watching in awe. They had never witnessed this form of execution. Seeing Björn begin to strip the King's red shirt from his body, exposing his back, you recalled watching your Father do the same.
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You were only young when you had watched the execution take place. Your Father's face filled with a deep desire for every last drop of blood to drain from the mans body...the man who had murdered your Mother in cold blood. He hacked at the man's spine as if it were a log of wood...Ivar dragged you out of your thoughts.
"Sigrid" he caught your attention and moved his hand in a gesture for you to come closer to him and Floki standing on the other side of the log.
You followed his beckoning hand and stepped over the log to stand with them. Björn took a knife that had been sitting in the fire for a while. The metal had turned a deep shade of amber. He raised it slightly as if showing it to his brothers and others around him, before plunging it deep into Ælle's back with one swift and hard motion. The King's scream grew desperate, uncontrollably shrill, and louder than before. You turned to see Ivar looking intently as Björn threw the bloodied knife into the wood of the tree. Ready to pull the King's skin from his body. Ubbe handed his older brother an axe strapped to his hip.
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You did not look away, as Björn began to pummel the axe's blade into the King's exposed muscle and bone. Nor did you feel any form of sympathy for him after seeing the pit into which Ragnar had been thrown. You thought of how painful his last moments must have been, as the snake venom seeped into his blood. You grew angry and sought to watch further violence taken out on the King to relieve this rage inside you.
