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 | Everything that has a beginning has an end. Every living thing is fated to die. It's the natural course of life. Words |2365 ⁑ Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, some ANGST.
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Every light comes from the darkness and without its counterpart, the light would be unable to exist. This was a lesson Ivar had to learn the worst ways possible: from the darkness of his father's death came the light of his dawn as a leader; from the darkness of his worst mistakes, came the knowledge that made him stronger.
From the darkness of Brynjar's end would come the light of his rebirth...
Yet, that was a moment he tried to postpone as much as he could. However, despite all the efforts Atli and the healers of the kingdom placed in keeping the king's life, it seems his heart was only waiting for the serenity of a good heir to succeed his crown so he could finally rest.
The old king's health declined quickly. Iliana was heavy-pregnant yet when the king asked his men of trust to be called and Ivar knew it was time to say goodbye to another of his greatest friends in this lifetime.
One by one, the men closest to the king were called near his bed, receiving gifts of gold from their king and his last words of gratitude and blessings. Not a single one of them left the room without paying their respect to the man their king was seeing as a foster son, someone they knew would be their king from now on.
"Hail King Ivar," something Ivar listened to dozens of times that night.
The last ones to come inside were Atli, Iliana, and Ivar himself.
There was sadness in Atli's eyes: Brynjar had been his king throughout his whole life and he was a boy when his father took him to attend to Brynjar's father's burial. Now, he spent the whole day preparing what Brynjar himself had ordered for his own. It was easier to understand the tears he saw in his father's face when the time came to bury his king. Now it was Atli's time to pass through the same.
"You did nothing wrong, my friend," Brynjar's hoarse voice sounded serene as his eyes landed over Atli.
His words closing even more the young man's throat.
