It had been weeks since Ivar had
left to sail to England with his father and every single day you had prayed to
the gods for his save return. Although he had told you about his mother’s
vision, you kept holding on to a fragile straw of hope that he would come back to you. Visions were not always what they seemed to
be and most of the time could be understood in many different ways, you had
told yourself countless times. So you spent long hours sitting on the beach,
hoping to see sails on the horizon. Like most days you had come to the spot
where Ivar and you had spent the last day before he left, where he had kissed
you for the first time, where he had told you that he loved you. Tears began to
cloud your vision. You tried to blink them away and shook your head, you knew
you couldn’t go on like this. It was time to speak to Queen Aslaug, something
you had not dared to do before, fearing that what you would hear could destroy
all your hopes.
The queen smiled warmly at you as
you entered the great hall.
“Y/N, I’ve not seen you in a while.”
“Can I talk to you for a moment?”
“Of course. Come, take a seat.”
Aslaug had always liked you. Seeing
that you and her youngest son were close friends, she had always treated you
like a daughter.
“What is it you want to talk about?”
She asked with a motherly smile on her face, but in her eyes you could see the
same sorrow that you were feeling.
You shifted uncomfortably. “Before
he left, Ivar told me that you had a vision, that there would be a storm, that
the boats would sink…” You trailed of.
You saw the pain in her eyes and
felt horrible for making her go through it again. For a moment she closed her
eyes and said nothing. Then see looked at you.
“Between you and Ivar is more than
just friendship, am I right?”
That totally caught you off guard
and your mouth fell open in surprise. How
does she now? Apparently your reaction said more than any words.
“I know my son. I see the way he
looks at you. And I was there as you said goodbye to him as he left. That morning
it was quite obvious that his affection for you is mutual.” She smiled at you
but quickly became serious again. “Do you love my son?”
You just nodded shyly.
“Good. He deserves to be loved.” She
sighted. “To come back to your question, it is true, I saw a storm. And every day
I pray to the gods that I am wrong this time.”
“Have you ever been wrong?” You
couldn’t stop your voice from shaking.
She gave you a sad look and shook
“And did you…” The words were sticky
in your throat. “Did you see Ivar… die?”
She shook her head again. “No, that’s
why I’m still hoping. I saw him fall into the water but I never saw him drown.
We should not give up on him.” A weak smile appeared on her face. “It wouldn’t
be the first time Ivar surprises us all.”
This moment the door flew open and
one of the guards stormed in.
“My queen, we are under attack.”
“It’s Jarl Ingstad.”
You drew your sword and already were
halfway to the door, as Aslaug grabbed you by the arm.
“No, I’m not going to explain to
Ivar that you died while he was away. I will surrender to Lagertha. It’s the
only way to prevent more of our people from getting killed.”
Only minutes later you followed Aslaug,
who was carrying the king’s sword, through the streets of Kattegat. You tensely
watched as she surrendered and asked Lagertha to be allowed to leave in peace.
As she went past you Aslaug put a
hand on your shoulder and nodded at you. Then things started happening faster
than you were able to comprehend them. The queen fell to her knees, an arrow in
her back. You screamed in shock and ran over to her, just in time to prevent
her from falling to the ground.
“Y/N” She said weakly and placed her
hand on your cheek. “It’s okay. Don’t give up hope. Take care of Ivar for me.”
With that she closed her eyes.
Through a wall of tears you could
see Lagertha, the bow still in her hand and burning anger rose in your chest.
You gently laid down Aslaug’s body and got to your feet. Without you even
noticing, your sword appeared in your hand. You moved quickly to reach Lagertha
but you were stopped by a wall of shieldmaiden. They were way too many to give
you any chance at success but the anger had clouded your mind and you were way beyond
reason. You came down on them like a thunderstorm, blood and tears covering
your face but in the end there were just too many of them. You were pinned to
the ground and disarmed. You had thought they would kill you but instead you
were locked up in a small hut. Exhausted and forlorn you dropped onto the bed. It
was only then that you realized the pain in your side. You looked down to see
your shirt blood soaked. As you pulled it up you could see a large cut just under
your ribs. With a groan you dropped back on the bed.
It had been days and you were still
locked up in that hut, at least they hadn’t come to kill you yet. Ubbe and
Sigurd had come to visit you a couple of times and one look at the beaten up
Ubbe had been enough to let you know that he had shared your fate. Most of the
time you felt terribly alone and missed Ivar even more than before.
One day you could hear that
something was going on outside but from your small window you couldn’t see
anything. You thought that maybe they were coming to get you now but after a
while it got quiet again. Maybe half an hour later the door was opened and Ubbe
and Sigurd came in.
“Hey, can you…” You trailed of, not
trusting your eyes as behind the two brothers Ivar entered the hut, two
servants at his sides helping him in.
You felt your heart skip a beat and
tears of joy and relief shot into eyes. As his ocean blue eyes found yours he
smiled at you. You ran over to him and crashed into his chest. He took one arm
from the servant’s shoulders and wrapped it around you. You held onto him as if
you were scared he would disappear again and started to sob into his chest.
“You’re here. I was so scared. I… I
thought you were dead.”
He stroked your hair. “Shhh. It’s
okay. I’m here. I’ here, Y/N.” He put his hand under your chin and gently made
you look up to him. With his thumb he rubbed your tears away and pulled you
into a kiss. It wasn’t like the last time he had kissed you, when it had been
soft and shy, this time his kiss was passionate and demanding. You could feel
something had changed, Ivar had changed. But for now you were just happy to
have him back.
As you broke the kiss, you could see
Ubbe and Sigurd staring at you. Sigurd looked totally taken aback but Ubbe had
a warm and maybe a bit amused smile on his face. You shyly bit your lip but
Ivar just ignored them. He reluctantly let go of you as the servants helped him
over to the bed. He sat down and reached his hand out for you to come over to
him. You sat down next to him and as he wrapped you into his strong arms, you
wished you could stay like this forever.
“I have missed you so much.” He whispered
into your ear.
You smiled at him. “I’ve missed you
too.” Then you got serious. “Ivar, there’s something I need to tell you.” You
took a deep breath. “Your mother…”
“I already know. My brothers told
You didn’t miss his angry glare at
Ubbe and Sigurd but when he turned back to you his eyes were full of affection.
“I heard you fought for her.”
“I’m afraid I wasn’t much of a help.”
“At least you tried, that’s what
counts.” He said with another angry glare towards his brothers.
“So you think we didn’t do anything,
little brother?” Ubbe asked in an annoyed tone.
“If you tried so bravely to avenge
our mother, then why is Y/N still locked up in here and you are not?” Ivar shot
“I don’t know.”
“Then why don’t you go to Lagertha
and tell her to release Y/N?”
“Why don’t you go to her yourself?”
Ivar’s eyes narrowed. “Because if I go
to Lagertha, I will cut her heart out with a rusty knife and you two keep
telling me to wait with that. So you better go.”
You could see that Sigurd wanted to
say something in response but Ubbe put a hand on his shoulder and after a
moment they left the hut.
Ivar crawled up to the head of the
bed and leaned his back against to pillows. “Come here.” He said.
You laid down next to him and rested
your head on his chest.
“What are you going to do now?” You
asked, not sure if you would like the answer.
“I have to avenge my mother.” He
paused. “And my father.”
You looked up to him and he nodded
sadly. “Ragnar is dead. Killed by king Aella.”
You wrapped your arms tighter around
him. “I’m so sorry, Ivar.”
He caressed your cheek. “Just
promise me you will never leave me. I couldn’t bear to lose you too.”
“Never.” You whispered, pressing a
soft kiss to his lips.