Author's Notes | Crutch... step... step... crutch - Thank you for this amazing particle of this chapter! (I could never think of Ivar's arrival without this perfect description of its sound!). By the way, I would like to warn again this is a HEAVY chapter. One of the heaviest I've ever written. Thanks to as well by the historic/biblical references and for helping me with the whole development of this chapter since I was stuck on how to write it!
Words | 3211
⁑ Warnings: Christian quotes. HEAVY violence, mentions of blood, woman's humiliation, archaic punishment, vengeance, religious mocking. Caution is recommended: potentially triggering content! Keep in mind that the characters' concepts and opinions are NOT inherent to the author!
Crows were sent to communicate their queens the victory was reached and to tell Atli to bring Iliana with him towards Kattegat - Ivar would be consecrated one of the kings in his homelands and he wanted his own people to receive their new queen and know their prince once Kattegat would be the second capital of his domains and center of the lands he would divide with Hvitserk's crown, now about to become heavier. The whole domain the Rus had taken from their hands was now under them both and would be properly centered in order to allow the proper government: the biggest part of Norway would be under Hvitserk's crown, Ivar would remain at Brynjar's lands, and Kattegat would be center, part of both kingdoms, a safe base, and commerce center for both of the crowns and, later on, for the English settlement Hvitserk intended to contact in order to connect their people and all the lands that were conquered by Scandinavian hands.
The celebration of victory took the whole night, but Ivar didn't take real part on it - the last time, he got drunk, but this time, the king remained sober, looking at the sky through the windows of the hall, waiting anxiously for the time to complete his vengeance.
"Sun won't come faster with her chariot just because you want to honor her with your sobriety, brother," Hvitserk mocked.
But Ivar didn't take another sip, holding the horn anyway, but keeping his eyes at the sky outside.
"She won't. But I'm not sober as a sacrifice for her, brother. I want to be here. Completely here. Completely conscious when it happens."
Hvitserk sat beside Ivar's throne - something he remembered doing just a few times when they were together for the last time.
"She turned your mind upside down," he remembered, sipping from his horn.
His mind at the times when his little brother would laugh and feast as the pain was eating his heart and anger poisoning his mind. Hvitserk could still remember sweet Thora. Poor mad Margrethe... Those were wounds he would never have healed in his heart, he knew that. Wounds caused by an ego his brother cultivated.
YOU ARE READING
Through & Through
FanfictionPairing | 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.