Maddend Heart ~Ivar The Boneless~

Chapter 11// Missing parts

I walk deeper into the forest trying to calm myself when I hear the clashing of swords. As I sneak nearer I see the brothers practising in some kind of arena in the woods. Everything was prepared to work on your fighting skills, a paradise for warriors. I sneak to a near tree and climb up it as quietly as I can. Hvisterk and Sigurd are having a quite dangerously looking sword fight while Ivar and Ubbe are shooting some arrows in stag heads.

When they turn around I see Ivar smirk for only a second before his cold eyes scan the area again. Suddenly they jump towards me and he raises a brow before he points the bow towards me putting an Arrow in it. Is he insane?! Well I already now the answer to this but simply shooting at anyone seems insane even for him.

I jump off the branch and land on the soft forest floor, my legs burning from the jump.

"What the hell!" I ask as the brothers turn to me with wide eyes.

"Where did you come from?" Hvisterk asks pointing the sword at me.

"From the tree you fool." I say without realizing what I just said. I spoke in their tongue, which makes their eyes widen. They must've forgotten the tome I spoke with Queen Aslaug.

"I- I didn't-"

"Shut up already!" Ivar yells switching the bow with a sword pointing it in my direction.

"Let's see if someone with such a big mouth fights like I imagine her to." he says grinning like a mad dog. The others go a few steps back to watch what is about to happen.

"Brother I don't think you want this, you can't win." Ubbe throws in sitting down by a tree.

"Ivar I know it's hard to believe but I don't want to kill you." I agree wit Ubbe lifting my arms in defeat.

"I may be a cripple but I fought many times against my brothers. If you were better than them you wouldn't be here in the first place."

"Take this." he says signalizing for me to take the sword.

"No I don't fight like that." I shake my head, reaching down and grabbing a Dagger out of my boot. It's the dagger I stole so many years ago in Paris from the Vikings.

I shake out my legs and hands, already positioning myself to fight against Hvisterk who volunteered to be the first one.
Dumb mistake.

"You know I'm eating with a knife this small."
he bickers laughing at the small yet practical blade.

Ivar just watches me intently not saying a word. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm just bluffing.

"Hm it's still probably larger than your little knife am I right?" I ask turning my head. Not speaking in the language of the English with them was weird it sounded so different rolling of my tongue. My mother taught me among a lot of other thing her language but ever since she went to Valhalla I stopped speaking it. Guess there are first for everything.

"There we have her again." Ubbe yells laughing. Maybe he's right, maybe she is there again.

"You know I don't want to hurt a woman." he says getting really annoyed.

"Don't worry darling that wont happen.."
I smile wickedly.

"I'm not sure if I want this." he says but I just lunge towards him, dunking down to make him fall. With all my strength I pick him up so that we both fall and roll myself on top of him. With my knee I press his hand with the sword in it down while I hold the dagger against his neck.