You Made A Bad Call

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"I was just trying..." Ubbe speaks out to the hall of gathered warriors.

"YOU MADE A BAD CALL" Ivar bellows down to his brothers. Sat, bruised and bloody after returning from the Saxon camp.

"You showed yourself to be weak, you two are lucky to be alive...and now it is finally time, for you to recognize me as the rightful leader of The Great Army." Ivar continues.

You are sitting with him on the altar set above the rest of the hall, looking down on everyone gathered. Frigg and Siv sat on the stairs leading down to the brothers, eagerly watching as they argue back and forth.

"As your older brother..." Ubbe stands and Hvitserk follows his movement. Trying to scale the steps before Frigg stands in his way, stopping him from acceding any further.

"Frigg..." you call out to her, in a tone that tells her to move aside. Ubbe would not harm Ivar, not here at least...

"...As your older brother. I will never...ever..except that." Ubbe continues as Frigg sits back down.

"Hm" Ivar chuckles to himself. He expected nothing less.

"In any case, it would be a dereliction of duty" Ubbe speaks to you both, before turning with open arms to the hall of warriors

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"In any case, it would be a dereliction of duty" Ubbe speaks to you both, before turning with open arms to the hall of warriors. "AND AFTER ALL, DOESN'T SOMEBODY HAVE TO BE RESPONSIBLE TO THE CARE OF OUR PEOPLE?" his voice croaks as he raises it. He only wanted what was best for your people and you knew that. But the brothers would never see eye to eye they wanted different things.

"Hmmm...it doesn't seem to me that you have taken that good care of them so far" Ivar calls down to Ubbe, back still turned away, facing the warriors he has just addressed. 

Ivar turns to you, a huge smirk plastered on his face. You give him a disapproving look. You knew he was right in what he was saying. But him arguing with his brothers, like this, reminded you of how he had argued with Sigurd. Of how you should have seen what was coming and stopped Ivar before it all ended in the bloody mess that it did.

His lips draw closer to your ear. Thinking he is going to whisper to you about what Ubbe has said, you lean in innocently. But instead, he just breathes heavily. Knowing the effect it would have on you. He always used you to aggravate his brothers jealously. You often tried to protest against his actions, as you were about to now, but then...his teeth slyly nip at your earlobe and you can't help but let out a small moan. Only audible to the both of you, but it's all he needs to hear. No doubt he would have you on this very altar if you so much as thought to move away from him now.

"You cannot...Ivar" Ubbe turns back to face you both. Seeing Ivar display his affection for you like this frustrated him, and he was not afraid to make this known to all in the room...

"Ivar"

"IVARRR" Ubbe roars as if in battle...

Ivar growls into your ear in annoyance before sharply turning his head back to his brother, staring down at him evilly and exhaling slowly.

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