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...
"I WILL TEAR HIS TONGUE FROM HIS THROAT! MY OWN BROTHER! HOW DARE HE! I KNEW HE AND THE OTHERS HAVE HAD THEIR EYES ON YOU! THE INSOLENT LITTLE RAT! IF HE DID NOT FEAR ME PRIOR TO THIS DAY, BELIEVE ME HE WILL! HE HAS NO..."
"Ivar please!" you cut him off sharply. Fearing that his eyes would truly pop from their sockets. "You must find a way to move past this. For the sake of the army we command here in York!" you continue. Walking towards him and placing your hands on his tensed shoulders. Forcing himself from his rage for a second he meets you gaze. Eyes clouded with jealousy, fear and pain.
"I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THE ARMY WE COMMAND! I CARE THAT HE THINKS HE HAS A CHANCE AT TAKING YOU AWAY FROM ME! I CARE..." he shouts before scoffing, looking down to the floor before he continues. "I care...for you. And only you Sigrid." His voice begins to grow quieter.
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"I know you care for me Ivar...of course I know that. There is nothing your brother can do to change what we have. You know that!" you speak soothingly to him. Reaching your hands round to the back of his neck to meet his frayed braid. In a state of disarray from the Saxon attack a few hours prior.
"I don't care for you, Sigrid. I love you. I love you with every fibre of my being and I cannot bare to be without you; and you must promise me something..." he looks to you, standing tall above you now, adjusting his crutch with his hand.
"Anything..."
"If anything should happen like this again...you must tell me straight away. Do not leave it as you had" he shakes his head. Recalling the image of his brothers skin crawling attempt to gain your affection.
"I only meant to..." you begin but are cut short by Ivar's lips growing closer to yours.
Silencing your words with a passionate kiss, you slip away into the bricks of the wall you have been slowly edged towards. The streets of York were quiet, as all of your victorious warriors prepared for a great feast to be held tonight in celebration. But their voices had grown faint when Ivar had dragged you into the bloodied streets and away from the men to talk privately.
Pulled from your thoughts as Ivar moves away from you slowly. You find yourself staring at his perfect lips, then up to his eyes. Beautifully blue and utterly perfect.
"I trust you more than anyone" you breathe, wrapping your arms around his broad frame and placing you head flat to his chest.
"My love...all my life I have never been able to fully trust in anyone, even my own brothers. I only trust you..." he sighs before kissing your forehead and holding you securely in his arms.
"And I thank all the Gods for you every morning and every night" he whispers, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You smile warmly against his leathered chest.
