#Sigh Rollo you haunt my mind

[jovieinramshackle]

Hii Harry~!💕💕 I'm interested to know what your first impressions of Rollo were!! And what do you like about him?🤗💖💗 Without pressure!!! 🔔💞💞💞

Funnily, I answered a similar question here once (when I used to go by Jovie before she became an oc that's how old it is LMAO), and I ended up writing a mini analysis on him LMAO (so normal about him)

I actually first saw Rollo all the way back when glosmas was first announced! As the first Halloween event with a whole new character I was obviously excited, plus The Hunchback of Notre Dame is one of my top favourite movies.

At first, I joked and thought "okay he's gay and in denial about it," but then I went into thinking about how they'd interpret Frollo into twst. Ultimately, I'm happy with what they did (duh)

I expected his general attitude and disdain for (fun things) chaos, and unruliness. But I was not ready!!! For the pain!!! So much pain glosmas why!!! The scene with him and Idia will always be one of my top favourite moments in the whole game IT BROKE MY HEART.

Now, one of the biggest things that make me like him is how different he is from other characters. Most of them do bad things while knowing they're bad (some exceptions, obviously), but Rollo doesn't. On the contrary, he thinks he's the good guy! A "saviour from magic" even, he outright pities the Prefect for being used/liking magic. This dude caused mass panic throughout the city, and he thinks he's RIGHT for it.

But the thing that pulls me the most is the fact he DOES have a good reason, even if it's not a justification. After watching his brother die because of magic, combined with the guilt of being unable to do anything, he copes by deluding himself into the idea only he knows the dangers of magic and that it's up to him to stop it.

It's an extreme form of coping mechanism... that I can kinda relate to. After being wronged so extremely by something, you may build walls so high and refuse to listen to other people and their perspectives. Because doing so can feel as if your trauma is being invalidated, so you shut everything else out and only listen to your own thoughts, for better or for worse, because that's what feels safer.

And idk there's something about him presenting himself as a very well put together person while in reality he struggles with a lot of serious issues (personal headcanon, like PTSD) that I love, I want to tear his walls down and give him a hug.

His brother isn't even the only thing. His whole attitude and behaviour are SCREAMS conservative and strict upbringing (Rollo yes toddlers SHOULD be playing with letter cubes HOW WERE YOU RAISED???) that makes me feel his parents aren't... the best (Please twst give me more Rollo backstory, please begging you).

Idk how to end this HELP I have way more thoughts about him that aren't coherent at all because I struggle with putting my thoughts/feelings into words (curse you dysgraphia </3) but I think you get my main points

[solxamber]

Can i please request a reader/yuu x rollo where rollo is either visiting or like that popular hc comes to stay and live in ramshackle and over hears reader admitting they have a huge crush on him? Grimm is out here like human. Why. And reader is like he's respectful, he's curious about my world he's the only guy who was ever actually concerned about me, and rollo is like wow the bar is in HELL but I'll blow their mind fr.

Ty!!

Rollo Flamme x reader

Rollo my beloved!!! Thank you for the request <3

Rollo hadn’t planned to spy, but the creaky, haunted vibe of Ramshackle Dorm seemed to have a mind of its own, and before he knew it, he found himself standing outside the door, frozen in place by the sound of your voice.

“Grim, I’m telling you. He’s perfect.”

There was a pause. Grim’s voice cut through the quiet, pure disbelief oozing from his every word. “Henchman. Why. Why him?”

You sighed, like this was the fiftieth time you’d had this conversation, and honestly? It probably was. “He’s respectful, Grim. He’s curious about my world, he’s smart, and—wait for it—he’s the only guy here who has ever been actually concerned about me.”

Rollo blinked. Wait. Was this about him? Surely not—he, the paragon of discipline and order, the man who sought to rid the world of dangerous magic, couldn’t possibly have inspired such devotion. Could he?

Grim made an audible smack sound, probably facepalming in disbelief. “Respectful?! Henchhuman, he hates magic. He tried to murder everyone with flowers! That’s not romantic!”

You groaned. “Okay, but like… he’s intense, yeah, but have you seen the chaos magic causes around here? He’s got a point! And anyway, it’s kinda… hot?”

Grim let out the most exasperated sigh a fire cat can muster. “The bar is in hell, Henchhuman. I mean, the floor. It’s not even a bar anymore; it’s a speed bump. A pebble.”

“Look,” you huffed, “he clears it with room to spare! He listens to me, Grim! He doesn’t call me weird for being from another world. He’s… thoughtful. And he’s got a great voice. And! He didn’t try to blow me up, unlike some people here.”

Rollo’s eyebrows shot up. They really were talking about him. His mind swirled, caught somewhere between confusion, amusement, and, dare he say it, a spark of pride. You thought he was thoughtful? Respectful? Hot?

Meanwhile, Grim’s brain was clearly on the verge of short-circuiting. “Henchhuman, I can’t—look, what about Leona? At least he doesn’t wanna purge all magic. He just naps!”

You snorted. “Leona? He’s practically allergic to effort. At least Rollo has ambition. He cares about something.”

Rollo, leaning against the side of Ramshackle, ran a hand through his hair. Alright, this was too much. He needed to intervene before you said something even more embarrassing for both of you. He straightened up and knocked lightly on the door.

Inside, Grim screeched, “Oh great, you summoned him with your weird crush energy!”

You jumped, scrambling to look composed as you opened the door, revealing Rollo standing there, an unreadable expression on his face. “R-Rollo! What a… surprise! What are you doing here?”

Rollo blinked, his mind still reeling from everything he’d just overheard. “I… was in the area and thought I would stop by. To see how you were adjusting.”

Grim, squinting with all the suspicion of a small goblin, pointed an accusing paw at you. “Adjusting, my tail. They’re over here writing sonnets about how you’re, like, the best thing since sliced bread.”

Rollo’s lips twitched upward in a smug smirk as he glanced between you and Grim. “Is that so?”

You wanted to dissolve into the floor. “Grim is exaggerating.”

Grim was not having it. “Oh, am I? You said, and I quote, ‘he’s the only guy who’s ever cared about me.’”

Your face burned, and you were about two seconds away from chasing Grim into the wilderness. “Grim.”

Rollo, on the other hand, was practically glowing. “It seems I’ve left quite the impression.” He leaned in slightly, voice low and soft. “But I must say, I had no idea your opinion of me was so… glowing.”

You stared, at a total loss for words, while Grim loudly pretended to gag in the background.

Rollo, emboldened by the chaos (and maybe just a tiny bit flattered by how pathetically low your bar was), took a step closer, his tone growing more teasing. “The bar may be in hell, as your companion said, but I’ll be sure to exceed it. I promise you that.”

You blinked, brain short-circuiting under the intensity of his gaze. “Uh—well—thanks?”

Grim threw his paws in the air. “This is the worst. The actual worst.”

Rollo, amused by Grim’s melodramatics, turned his attention back to you. “If you think this is impressive, just wait. You’ll see what true concern looks like.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “What, like… flowers that won’t try to choke everyone?”

Rollo’s eyes glinted, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. “Exactly. Much more benign this time. Perhaps something to show how… thoughtful I can be.”

You could practically hear Grim’s soul leaving his body as he groaned, dragging a paw down his face. “This is the end. I’m leaving. I’ll be at Heartslabyul.”

As Grim shuffled out in defeat, Rollo gave you one last, knowing smile. “Until next time,” he said smoothly, turning to leave. “And perhaps, next time, you won’t need to admit your feelings through your… furry associate.”

You were pretty sure you blacked out for a solid five seconds, and when you came to, Grim was gone, Rollo was halfway down the path, and you were left with the overwhelming feeling that you’d just set yourself up for a whirlwind of chaos.

But to be honest? You were kind of excited about it.

Masterlist

[tetraharmonic]

Run To You | A Vashwood Songshot

Song: Run To You by Pentatonix

Pairings: Tristamp Vashwood

Content Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, mentions of death

Overview: Vash doesn't return to the hotel room after an argument between him and Wolfwood. Wolfwood, having trouble suppressing his feelings for Vash, runs out into the night in the hopes of finding him and reconnecting with his friend/crush/unofficial partner.

Note: This is the first time I've actually written these two outside of roleplays so, please be gentle. I do accept constructive criticism though! I gotta learn somehow! :P I'm also writing this with a massive gash across my hand, and so, I apologize for typos. I have a feeling I missed some, but, at this point, I've decided to say "screw it, no beta, we die like men."

Enjoy!

A light in the room, it was you who was standing there; tried it was true as your glance met my stare. But your heart drifted off, like the land split by sea. I tried to go, to follow, to kneel down at your feet.

It was a soft sort of silence that haunted the empty hotel room that Wolfwood had called his own for the past few weeks. Soft, but miserable, even. The air was still, not even punctuated by the soft, turning of the pages of whatever book Meryl was most interested in at the time, nor the drunken ramblings of Roberto that slipped in through the cracks of the doors once the suns went down.

Vash's box of donuts still rested exactly where they'd left them, some of his dirty clothes still in a heap on the floor. Nicholas eyed them with a solemn sigh, his cracked, dry lips falling into a weak frown. Oh, how he wished things could be different. He'd endure the experiments for just a while longer if it meant he could've stuck to Vash's ideals and gotten everyone out of there safely. He'd tried to uphold them for so long, but at the very last moment, instinct took hold. A lapse of judgement took over Nicholas' mind as he shot to kill, no, shot to protect.

They'd fought like this before, with Rollo, but it was far different now. Vash hadn't come home.

I'll run, I'll run

I'll run run to you

I'll run, I'll run

I'll run run to you

Wolfwood wanted to be stubborn, but still, sitting in this damn hotel room was killing him. Where had Vash ran off too? Why had he let Vash run off so easily? And why did he care so much? In a word like theirs, love was meaningless; love couldn't stop a bullet— it could only change who endured the pain. Besides, Vash, of all people, knew how dangerous No Man's Land could be; he should know that instincts are hard to control, especially when your friends' lives were at stake. Screw ideals, a foul memory could be replaced. A life could not.

I've been settling scores. I've been fighting so long, but I've lost your war, and our kingdom is gone. How shall I win back your heart which was mine? I have broken bones and tattered clothes. I've run out of time.

Throwing his loafers on, Wolfwood barreled his way out the hotel room, only just barely remembering to grab the key on his way out. "Damn it, Needle Noggin! Don'cha know what the buddy system is?" He grumbled to himself as he practically shoved his way to the outskirts of town. His shirt was unbuttoned, the shadows on his face painted so sleepily onto his skin. He was exhausted, but he didn't care. He wouldn't care, not until Vash was safe.

Who was he to be so selfish? Vash was his own man, and quite frankly, he had every right to be mad at him. Still, frustration and sorrow burned a hole in Wolfwood's stone-cold heart. Did he feel a special way for the blond? Perhaps a little more than he wanted to admit. But there was no way that his feelings alone would ever be strong enough to protect the Stampede, if the Stampede even needed his help to begin with. In a way, he hoped that maybe Vash really did need him, even if only to carry a conversation in the slow moments between towns. It'd make the bullet wounds and the bitter serum worth it millions of times over.

I'll run, I'll run

I'll run run to you

I'll run, I'll run

I'll run run to you, oh

The moment Wolfwood's eyes fell upon the man he so desperately searched for, relief washed over him, sloppy and unreasonably heavy. He couldn't help but feel ridiculous as the smile crept it's way onto his face, and so, without a word, he climbed up onto the rock beside him, sitting down and gazing up at the night sky with him.

Vash broke the silence, drawing into himself anxiously. He called his friend's name sl softly, it almost sounded like the wind. "Wolfwood..."

"Needl-...." Nicholas froze, clearing his throat before responding with a hint of resolve. "Vash."

"You didn't have to come out here. I'll be fine." The blond smiled, though Wolfwood could see right through it.

"Of course I had to. Who else is going to keep you out of trouble, huh?" He nudged Vash with his elbow, earning a quiet chuckle. No matter how small it was, it was still a victory.

I will break down the gates of heaven. A thousand angels stand waiting for me.

"Look, Needle Noggin... I'm sorry, okay? It wasn't intentional."

"I know it wasn't..."

"I know you know, but... You're thinking it's your fault. That you're some sort of horrible person for not being able to save them all. It's not your responsibility to be some hero all the time, yknow?"

Vash only hummed out in response.

Wolfwood continued. "I'm making it my responsibility to protect you. I'm nothing like god, but I'll damn sure break down the pearly gates if I've gotta. Got it though your thick skull? I'm not gonna just let some crook shoot you or our little group."

Ooh, take my heart, and I'll lay down my weapons. Break my shackles to set me free.

"You, and the rest of our little band of idiots, are far too important to me. I'm not just going to let you die, no matter how many times you try to convince yourself that you deserve the pain you've been given."

"Wolfwood, you don't-"

I'll run run to you

"I know I don't have to. Just, shut your pretty little lips and listen to me, okay? I'm only saying this once, so you better catch it now. You're an idiot, but you're our idiot. In some other life, maybe we could just sit around and do taxes, or whatever townspeople do. But in this life, I'm standing by your side, even if it gets your panties in a bunch. You've shown this man of god that faith still exists. It's about damn time I pay it back, got it?"

Vash nodded his head, the two sitting in a comfortable, yet solemn sadness.

I'll run, I'll run

I'll run run to you

"Do you really mean it...?" Vash whispered, his voice weak as his eyes welled up with tears that refused to spill.

I'll run (I'll run), I'll run (I'll run)

"Of course I do, Needle Noggin..."

I'll run run to you

"Now...let's go home, okay?"

"Yeah... that sounds good."

[virtueofsanityx]

donny knows, somewhere deep down, that all of this internalized hatred is unhealthy. he's never been great at expressing it, at understanding each and every little minute thing that annoyed him, when he looked in the mirror, when he made a minor mistake, when he remembered some awful thing he'd done ten years ago that still haunted him like a nightmare, but each and every time he tried those positive affirmations, or he simply bit his tongue, those little negative voices in his head were there to remind him that he was still just donny. same shitty donny he'd always been. "confession? i still have no idea how i managed to bag a guy like you to begin with. every day i wake up and you're still laying there beside me, i think i must have made some deity up there very, very happy."

the confession is a little embarrassing, but it isn't the first time he's said it, definitely not the first time he's thought it. rollo walked into his life and lit it up splashed color all over the drab gray of his life. "well, your boyfriend needs to lighten up a little, and do better." he shot back, teasing now as he scooted closer to the man on the couch. he has more to say, more snarky little comments he could easily make, but rollo's fingers are in his hair, and his eyes are already drifting closed, and the kiss made him melt into the younger man, hands coming up near immediately to cup his cheeks. the kiss drive the thought of a nap right out of his mind, body moving closer still, nearly hovering over the man when rollo breaks it and donny, in spite of himself, lets out the smallest whimper at the loss of it.

"you are quite aware that sleep isn't the first thing on my mind after you kiss me like that." not even particularly saucy, that kiss, but it was just the man in general. donny hadn't been big in the dating scene, not for the last decade at least, he wasn't going out, meeting new guys every week. he'd been married briefly in his twenties and then when that had ended in a nasty little divorce, work had become his obsession. so all of this, all of the gentle touches and the quiet moments, having a boyfriend in his house to wake up to in the morning, it felt new again.

settling only a little, donny sighs out heavily and lets his head fall slumped against rollo's shoulder, forehead fitting so nicely against that divot where his neck met it, and his arms wound loosely around the younger man while his lips found and peppered little kisses against places where bruises of previous nights were already healing against his skin. "you're always so warm, i swear, i could give up blankets all together and just use you as one." as his body starts to settle, to go jelly as sleep tries to take over, he mumbles against his boyfriend's skin, nonsense and rambling. "another reason to love you, i think. warm. add it to the list."

rollo's shoulders slumped forward with the implication that fell from his lover's lips. "if that were true, babe, i wouldn't be here. you need to quit saying shit like that." he squeezes the other man's shoulder again, this time with a tiny pinch like to make sure he doesn't say anything else offensive. "that's my boyfriend you're talking about, be careful." he teases, a slight glimmer in his tired blue eyes.

"shut up, donny... you're not asking me for anything. i'm volunteering to do it. plus, i'm young and something of a night owl anyway. you're in luck." he hums, closes his eyes when he feels the other man's lips against his cheek. the question makes him smile, too. "yeah, 'course. you can sleep with your head on whichever part of my body it desires. i just want you to get some sleep, yeah?" he says, running his fingers now through donny's hair until they reach the back of his head where rollo wraps his them around the back of the older man's neck and pulls him in for a much less chaste kiss on the lips. "appease me, darling?"

[bjornswoman]

Arrows

Requested by none.

Author's note: Hey guys! Sorry for being inactive all this time. I had some really awful thimgs to manage, but now I am free to finish everything that I am preparing for you. This is a little something that I found and decided to finish and post tonight. I hope you enjoy it.

Oh and however wants to be in taglist write in the comments. Thanks.

Oh and something else, sorry for any mistakes. I will write them correct later. Thanks.

Pairing: Bjorn x Reader.

Genre: Drama, romance, sad, fluff.

Summary: Bjorn is in his deadbed and remembers you.

Warnings: Death, spoilers from season 6B.

Low key he prayed to the Gods to take him to Valhalla and free him from his terrible nightmares. He was hurt and it was too painful and the nightmares hurt him more. Your face was haunting him. You were coming in his sleep to take him. Sometimes he saw you even when he was awake. But you were dead. You had died a long time ago. His mind played dangerous games to him.

Bjorn knew that he was going to die. Nobody would survive this wound and there he was. The Gods had favored him, he had one last thing to do. To beat the Rus. After that he would go to Valhalla, next to his great father and mother and you. The woman he loved.

He relived your death back then. In Frankia, after Rollo's betrayal when his mother was injured. He couldn't save you. He was late.

You were a good fighter. Lagertha herself had trained you. You were one of her shieldmaidens at first. Then you met him and your relationship started. Everything moved fast and you married early, but this was great. You loved this man and he loved you back. You have even made plans for a future traveling to new lands together.

The worst and most painful thing was that he didn't meet your child. You died carrying it. He died along with you. It would be your last fight after this child come out to the world, but, apparently, the Gods had arranged something else for you. Maybe you kept him back. He was made for great and remarkable things. After all he was Bjorn Ironside, he had killed a bear only with his bare hand.

That day was one of the worst days in his life and after all this time he had lived a lot of days like that one.

That morning wasn't good and he knew it. Something bad was going to happen but nobody payed attention to it. You to beat that traitor Rollo and his Frankish army. You had seen how bad Bjorn and even Ragnar felt about this. Rollo shared their blood. They were family.

You were on board next to Bjorn. His eyes were on the sea and your on him. Like any other time you wanted to look at him before this, tell him that you love him and kiss him hard, like it was the last time. Maybe it was and it really was, but you didn't know it back there, only the Gods knew it. You had a bad feeling about it.

Bjorn's blue eyes made it to you and he moved his body closer to yours. You smiled slightly and he did the same. His hand, that wasn't holding his axe, travelled on your belly and caressed you softly. His eyes were still stuck on yours and yours on his. You didn't want this moment to end but it had to. Without more thinking you wrapped your hands around his huge, muscular body tightly. At least as tight as you could.

Inside his hands you felt safe and loved. You weren't afraid, as you should be. You tried not to be afraid, but something that day tried to make you feel like it.

You closed your eyes and smelled his scent. You loved it. You loved everything that had to do with him. Your husband. The person you lived the most in the whold world.

"Is everything alright?" He asked you when you pulled away. Obviously, he could sense that somethimg was wrong, but he didn't know what.

"Yes, my love." You answered and your hands caressed his arms softly. "It's just strange to fight Rollo again. He was one of us. He was family." You continued and his hand made it again on your belly. It was flat. You were only on the second month.

"Don't thing about him, he betrayed us. He killed our own people. He burned out our settlement." He remembered angry and you caressed him again, trying to relaxe him. Before you start saying anything his lips pressed on yours in a passionate, hungry kiss. You needed this kiss. "You stay close to me in the battle." He said for hundredth time that day and you rolled your eyes. He was acting like you were a baby. "Don't roll your eyes at me (Y/N). I don't want you or our child to get harmed. So do this." He said again and you looked at him frustrated. You could take care of you. You were shieldmaiden for a lomg time.

"I am not a baby, you know." You said and he smiled, instead of getting angry, like you thought at first. His body was now pressed on yours and his hot breath fell on your face in a way that you hated. That bastard knew too well what he was doing. If there wasn't a battle about to start, you wouldn't resist laying with him, but that would happen later, or that was what both of you wanted to believe.

After these conversation everything happened really fast. Ragnar and Rollo fought each other and Vikings fought with Frankish. Your face was bloody along with your blade and clothes. You had listened to Bjorn and stayed next to him in battle.

But things got complicated when Lagertha was about to go help Ragnar and she got injured. Bjorn run to his mother and you kept fighting with some soldier.

"Retreat!" He yelled and you looked at him, holding his mother in his hands. He stepped in a ship and you tried to do tge same. Ragnar had got in and you were behind him. Bjorn extended him hand to help you and then it happened.

A soldier stabbed you from behind in your belly. Bjorn yelled. The soldier took the sword out of your body and you couldn't help but fall in the ship. Bjorn's hand wrapped around your body. You were hurting and hot tears were streamimg down your eyes. Bjorn was in shock. He was pressing your wound and tried to help his mother too.

"My baby..." You sighed crying. Even if you survived, that was impossible, your baby wouldn't.

"We will fix it, (Y/N)! Just don't close your eyes! Stay with me (Y/N)! Stay with me, my love!" He yelled but it was too late, you looked at him one last time and then at the sky. That was it you were dead. "No! Nooo!! Stay with me! You can't die! You can't leave me..." He broke at the end. You were dead and nothing could change that. His beloved with and his unborn child were both dead.

After that he buried you and continued his life. His mind was running to you. He even came and talk to you, when he wanted to take him mind off of things. When his father died, he came to you. When his mother died, he did the same. He even came before his battle with the Rus.

"I think that we will see each other soon, my love." Was what he had said. "My time has come." He continued and he left.

Now, after his injury, you were there. You saw you every single night. He relived the pain of seeing you dying inside his hands in that ship. When he didn't see you dying, he saw you talkimg to him, waiting to take him.

"Who is that woman that you are calling?" Erik the red dared to ask him. "Who is (Y/N)?" He asked again and in the sound of your name his heart started beating a little faster inside his chest.

"She was my wife. She is dead." He managed to answer. People knew about his lovefor his first wife, you. They just didn't know who you were.

He knew that he had to defeat the Rus. Then he would go to Valhalla. You would reunite. He just had to do one last thing. Bjorn gained all the power that had left inside his body and stood in front of the Rus and his traitor brothers, Ivar and Hvitserk.

All of them thought that he was dead, that all this was a trick. One of them wanted to prove it. He shot him once.

Bjorn remembered your first encounter. You were on the forest and fired arrows on the trees angrily. You weren't really good at it, but you kept doing it. Your step mother had managed to enrage you again with her stupid words. He had been there for training with his arrows as well.

You shot an arrow and it landed on the tree behind him, after it cut his arm.

"I'm really sorry." You said running to him. You knew who he was. He was the earl's wife's son, his name was Bjorn. You knew him, you had seen his before and you had heard the girls talkimg about him.

His hand took the arrow out of the tree and his blue eyes examined it. Then he looked at you.

"Did you just shoot me?" He asked and you couldn't say if he sounded angry, or playful. "Is that your way of getting a guys attention?" He asked playfully this time and you smiled.

You took your arrow from his hands and looked back at his eyes.

"I guess it wasn't, but now that you mentioned it. I have to find more arrows like this." You said in the same tone of voice and left him alone.

A second arrow made it on his body and he remembered your first kiss.

After your first encounter, you met again and became friends, close friends, but then the worst thing happened. You fell for him.

It was one of those boring feasts. Bjorn was getting the attention of a lot of girls and that amazed him. That only made you angrier. That night you caught him kissing one lady outside a barn. You felt your heart breaking and many pieces and you left from there, trying to avoid your tears.

For the next week you avoided him and he got enrage. One day he spotted you on the woods and trapped you between him and a tree demanding an explanation about your strange behavior.

"Let me go! I don't have to tell you anything!" You yelled but he didn't let you go. He was stronger and taller than you, so it was difficult for you free yourself from him. "Why don't you go to that girl for thag night?" You said before you could control your mouth.

After your words a mischievous grin formed on his face.

"You are jealous, that's it." He stated and befkre you could deny it, he continued talking. "Don't try to convince me that you aren't. I know you." He continued.

"I am not jealous of her." You said angrily and his grin only got wider. He knew the truth and you knew it, as well. The truth that you had fallen for him.

"Then why did it bother you so much that I kissed her?" He asked leaning his head closer to yours. It was the like the air that morning was gettimg hotter with each little movement he did.

"I-I....." You tried to say but nothing came out of your mouth. It was like you had forgotten how to form proper words.

"I will tell you the reason, (Y/N)." He said and came even closer to you. So close that you could sense his heart to yours. Your own heart was about to be ripped off your chest and you were sure that he knew. "You have fallen for me the way I have fallen for you." He continued and before you could argue with him, he pulled even closer and pressed his lips on yours.

You didn't know that you needed that kiss so much. His lips was the best thing you had ever feel. They were soft and sweet.

A third arrow landed on his chest and he reminded your death, again. The worst thing he had even lived along with his mother's funeral.

He was coming to you. Just one more movement. Before he do it you appeared to him and smiled.

"Do it, my love, and then come with me." You said softly and he gained his strength for once more, the last time. He pulled the sword out and raised it, for the others to come and beat the enemy. Everyone had gathered to beat them. They followed him. The king of kings. Kimg Bjorn Iromside.

He was now with you after a very big amount of time. You were in Valhalla, in Odin's Hall, surrounded by everyone you knew.

[imagineclaireandjamie]

I love the photographs series! Any more of those planned?

Photographs - Part Seven

Brianna helps Claire choose photos for her to show Jamie. When the time comes for Brianna’s journey, she takes a risk and brings her new automatic camera to document her time in the past.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

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Brianna watched as Ian stared at the razor in his hand but made no move to use it. It had been a few weeks since his return and she knew he’d heard the whispers. Amazement and fascination with his appearance had faded. For some, they simply ignored it, the ways he stuck out as different. For others, they spoke about how he hadn’t really come back or couldn’t be trusted. 

“He still dresses and makes himself look like one of them,” Mrs Bug had murmured under her breath to another woman as they kneaded dough, baking for the men who were nearly through with cutting the hay. “He’d be such a handsome lad were his heid no lookin’ like a plucked-bare chicken ready for the spit.”

Ian said nothing about whatever bits of gossip he overheard but Brianna thought he’d grown even quieter than when he’d first arrived back looking so haunted and worn… like he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Watching him with the razor in one hand, glancing at Jamie’s small looking glass and running the other over the places on his scalp where the hair was beginning to grow back, he looked like he didn’t recognize himself. 

Brianna could certainly relate to that. How many mornings had she woken cold and disoriented listening for the furnace to kick on? How many times had she caught a glimpse of her bare limbs and experienced the jolt of shock at just how hairy, calloused, battered her body had become, how jarring and surprised that her brain had expected them to look as they did before?

Ian lathered his scalp and ran the razor over it, leaving the naked skin behind. Looking in the small mirror again, he sighed and shook his head. He cleaned up after himself before whistling to Rollo and stalking off. Watching him go, Brianna was struck by the image of his retreating figure dark against the lighter tones of the fields in the distance where the wheat was a pale wave bending to the breeze. It gave her an idea.

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Ian sat on the top step, leaning against the railing post. Rollo lay beside him, the dog’s head in Ian’s lap, eyes monitoring the horizon as dusk quickly yielded to night. 

He should turn in but still felt out of place, watched, even if Auntie Claire and Uncle Jamie meant well. And Brianna was staying at the house tonight too, with wee Jem. Roger was away on some errand for Uncle Jamie and though Brianna said she felt safer here than on her own, from the looks she’d been sending his way she felt the house was a more convenient place for keeping an eye on him. He doubted it was because she felt responsible for Ian essentially being traded for Roger – someone must have told her the whole story by now. Or maybe she had more questions about Ottertooth – he knew Auntie Claire did. Not that he had any answers or understood much about what they said about their own time. It didn’t much matter, as far as he could tell �� they were here and he doubted anything could be done to change history. Even if he had known what would happen between him and Emily, would he have done anything differently? Almost certainly not. He would be exactly where he was now. 

Rollo lifted his head as Brianna came out to join Ian on the step. 

“I uh… I know it’s been a lot for you – coming back and then… the truth about Mama and Roger and me,” Brianna said quietly. 

Ian didn’t say anything, didn’t look at her so after a few beats she pressed on. 

“Personally, I’m a bit sick of talking about the war. It’s coming. We have time to make decisions. I’d rather talk about the fun stuff.” She held something out for Ian to take. 

“Isn’t that one of wee Jem’s toys?” he remarked turning the roughly carved object over in his hands, running a finger over the wheels.

“Roger made that for Jem and showed him how to play with it without even thinking,” she explained. “When he realized what he’d done, he called it a vroom but it’s a toy car. Automobiles won’t be invented for over one hundred years, but as soon as they are, kids will start making toy versions and every little boy will instinctively start making the ‘vroom’ sound,” she chuckled. 

Ian set the vroom on the step below them and gave it a gentle push. Rollo sniffed at it as Ian smiled. 

“It helps when you can have tangible reminders of what you’ve left behind,” Brianna continued, pulling out something more. “We don’t have many things left of what we brought with us but I have this.” Ian turned to look at it but Brianna kept it mostly concealed in a fold of her skirt. “It’s called a camera and I’d like to show you what it can do but we have to go inside where there’s more light.”

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“Lallybroch,” Ian gasped, looking at the image in his hand. He was too afraid to touch it, to feel for tiny brush strokes. He’d never seen a painting so perfectly rendered, especially so small though he knew artists skilled in miniatures existed. But none who could capture so much… 

“And that wee… thing,” he nodded at the camera Brianna held, “that made this?”

“Mmmhmm,” Brianna nodded, showing him another and another. Her parents in a candid moment by the hearth of the cabin she and Roger now shared. Jamie looking out over the land that had only just begun to be cleared to make the homes of the Ridge. 

“Is that…?”

“Jem,” Brianna confirmed with a laugh. “That’s the day he was born.”

“And ye can truly see it any time ye want…” Ian murmured with awe. 

“It can make it easier to let go of some things when you have this kind of memento… or hold on, maybe… while moving on.”

When Ian handed back the small stack of photographs, he thanked her for sharing them with him. “I ken I couldnae hear the gemstone so it’s no likely I’d ever be able to see such wonders as ye’ve told tale of, but if I were ever like to doubt, those are proof enough for me.”

“Ian… I want to take your picture,” Brianna told him. “Somewhere out in the woods where we wouldn’t be seen. A portrait or two of you and Rollo… What do you think?”

Ian looked flabbergasted. “Ye want to use yer camera there on me?”

She nodded. 

“It… willna hurt, will it?”

“Not at all,” she assured him, struggling not to laugh. “You can take pictures of people and they don’t even have to know you’re doing it – that is, they won’t necessarily notice.”

“And why do ye want my… ‘photo’, was it?”

Brianna sighed, unsure how to put her hope into words. “I wish I’d managed to sneak a picture of you before… everything happened – before you went to live with the Mohawk. I’m sure you feel you’ve come back… different.”

He ducked his head and she wanted to kick herself. 

“That’s not… I don’t mean it in a bad way, exactly. It would be easier if I could show you pictures of my mom like the ones I grew up with,” she rambled. “Looking at the ones from her wedding to my dad – to Frank – before she ever met Jamie and then pictures of her when I was little and then this one, now…” she pulled out the image of her parents again. “You can see how in some ways she’s the same and in some ways it’s like she’s a completely different person. Having pictures like this, especially of ourselves… it can help us recognize ourselves as we grow, as life changes us.”

“Ye think having a picture of me will help me to… what?” Ian asked, still unsure. 

“It might not help you right now,” Brianna admitted, “or maybe ever. But you’ll always be able to look back and see where you were – who you are – now.”

Ian rolled his eyes, still baffled and unconvinced but ready to yield to his cousin’s whim. 

“If ye want to add me to yer wee stack there, I suppose I dinna mind,” he said. “I do want to see how it works.”

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A few days later Brianna and Ian went on a hunting trip together, just the two of them. 

Within another week, Ian had stopped shaving his head. 

[boyneriver-fraser]

How ‘bout that early release of Episode 1 The Fiery Cross? Spoilers, shmoilers. Pfft… what’s a 75-hour Tumblr embargo* when you’re accustomed to a 25-hour one?

After much whining, Season 5 finally arrived chez moi. What did I think?

Cold Open: Gave me chills, despite having seen it during promo. Murtz. In a kilt. Walking across a grassy field. Wind blowing through his hair. Reassuring a bereaved child. What’s not to love?

Theme Song: Missed (Mrs. Bear McCreary) Raya Yarbrough’s solo, but the choral version is already growing on me.

Opening Credits: Quietly thrilled to see Producer Caitriona Balfe, Producer Sam Heughan, and look forward to seeing their influence mid-season forward. (Remember, they received the new gigs after S5 production was well underway.)

Wedding Preparation: Beautiful dress with so many details to highlight the Scottish heritage the bride only recently discovered. So many sweet moments between Claire and Brianna and between Jamie and Brianna. “Je suis prest.” Da, your daughter’s a Fraser.

The (New) Wedding: The Frasers of the Ridge are here! (Chills 2) Loved the callback to S1E7 The Wedding — Jamie and Brianna’s walk through the doorway into the sunlight. Thought the juxtapositions were poignant — A reluctant bride in a dark church, hesitatingly saying her vows. A joyous bride in the great outdoors, eagerly saying hers. A small group of men, a tavern hostess, a prostitute, and no family-of-the-bride as guests. A huge gathering of friends and tenants of all genders and ages, and the bride’s parents, son, brother, sister-in-law, nephew, niece, great-aunt… and great-godfather, who managed to catch a glimpse from afar, as guests.

Fraser-MacKenzie Kids: Germain and Jemmy and Joanie, oh my! And Fergus and Marsali’s privately celebrating Félicité “in utero” was a lovely moment. (For anyone confused about number of the babies, Lizzie looked after Jemmy during the wedding ceremony, while Marsali held Joanie on her knee.)

“Some Shakespeare, anyone?”: Really, Lord John? 🤦🏻‍♀️

L is for the way you look at me: If you’ve never had someone pick up a guitar and sing a love song just for you… well, let’s just say Murtz wasn’t the first man to steal my heart. Rik Rankin truly has a lovely singing voice, and I will dearly miss Roger’s when… well… you know. Sigh.

Favourite Line: “I’ve got more on my mind than kissin’ and what have you, Mr. Fraser, Sir.” (Josiah Beardsley) What have you… 😂

Jocasta Cameron: Snob? Sly? Slut? All of the above?

Black Jack The Sequel: What is it with these corrupt redcoats? Governor Tryon annoys me more with each scene.

Hair Tics: I’m confident me ol’ pal @saint-hildegard-of-bingen​ is unable to count the number of times I’ve referred to myself as a heretic while talking to her, something I never did prior to reading the Outlander series, particularly The Fiery Cross. 😎

The Kilt: Oh, the kilt! (Chills 3) And the callback to S2E9 Je Suis Prest with the song Moch Sa Mhadainn. Powerful Scottish stuff.

Lighting Of The Cross: (Chills 4) I loved it and I’m not sorry. Highland chieftains set fire to a cross to call their men to arms. Period. Jamie lit his cross 90-something years before someone bastardized the long-held Scottish tradition.

Stand By My Hand: (Chills 5) So. Many. Feels. Loved the callback to S1E4 The Gathering. Isaiah Morton’s** realizing Roger didn’t quite get Jamie’s invitation, and teaching by doing, made me smile. Jamie’s being impressed Roger didn’t need to “Repeat what I say” made me smile more. Jamie’s looking to Brianna for confirmation before accepting Roger’s pledge made me tear up. Marsali’s pride at Fergus’s pledging his fealty — and at her not having to prompt Jamie to recognize Fergus’s worth — released those tears. The rest of the men’s lining up to more Moch Sa Mhadainn sealed the deal. Favourite scene, hands down.

Ghoistidh: Jamie’s knowing he’ll abandon Tryon eventually to fight alongside Washington, conflicting with Murtagh’s need to lead the Regulators and antagonize Tryon now, breaks my heart. And don’t get me started on Jamie’s releasing Murtz from his decades-old vow. 😭

Forewarning: If Murtz dies as a Regulator, and if Jamie is directly involved in his death, I will be inconsolable… about losing TV-Murtagh. Real Life Murtagh™ is safe, at home with me. 

Sadly Absent: Young Ian. I really missed Ian. And Rollo. (Which is more than I can say for Lizzie. She looked at Josiah Beardsley on the big house verandah the same way she looked at Young Ian on the Cape Fear boat.) Hurry home…

Reality Bites: Too clean? Too modern? Too fancy? Too funny. Three of the four main characters touched a rock and instantaneously travelled 200 years. One of them three stinkin’ times. Reality left the building at 37:41 of the first episode. (Well, Frank saw a ghost at 24:20, but who wants to talk about Frank?) Embrace the fiction…

Closing Credits: Reports of Ronald D. Moore’s executive-producer death have been greatly exaggerated. Like the author’s, we see his name in big, bold font immediately before and after the episode. **I recognized Isaiah Morton by John Quincy Myers’ “Come on, Morton, time waits for no man” during the drinking game (if you didn’t catch him there, Isaiah was the first man to pledge fealty to Jamie), but I can’t put faces to book-familiar names Murdina & Arch Bug, Margaret Chisholm, Duncan Innes, or Ronnie Sinclair. Could you? 🤔

Get your act together, Starz, and offer your app to the rest of the world. *On W Network in Canada I’m able to start watching Outlander 25 hours after Starz app users in the USA and Puerto Rico start watching it. Of course when you change your cable package without subscribing to W Network and discover your thinking it’s available for free preview in February is a mistake, 75 hours extends to 85 hours, minimum, what with having to wait till morning to call to subscribe. Blah blah blah. 🧀 🧀 🧀 to accompany the whine.

Note: If you choose to read my recap/review(s), and think, “Of course she’s all positive and happy about the show; she wouldn’t say shite if her mooth was full of it,” you’re sadly mistaken. Few things come more naturally to me than being negative and critical. I grew up in an environment where, if you have nothing nice to say, you make sure everyone can hear it. I wrestle with the ghost of that environment every time I open my mouth. I refuse to let it haunt my blog. #TV #Fiction #Fun

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Thirty: The Hidden Door

Chapter Twenty-Nine pt Two

Word Count 3.2k

Warnings: Slight angst, some fluff

When you and Ivar got in bed, he stayed up for the longest time: playing with your hair, messaging your arm with his fingertips, kissing your forehead, fiddling with your fingers that rested on his chest. He lost you tonight, how long? He does not know, but it was long enough for his liking. He can't get over the fact that he could have lost you forever, which makes him feel sick to his stomach. You notice how he has not fallen asleep yet so you look up at your husband.

"Ivar?" You say, half asleep from dozing off.

Ivar smiles, "Yes sweetheart?"

"You haven't slept yet, have you?"

Ivar "No, not yet."

"Are you okay?"

Ivar "I am fine my sweet. I'm just admiring you, I-" you lean up slightly to connect your lips to his. He grabs your face and holds you for a moment before you both have to break away for air.

"I know when you are worried, Ivar."

Ivar sighs, "I have every right to be worried..you are my wife."

"Your wife who is alive and in your arms, hun.."

Ivar "And I cannot thank the gods enough for bringing you back to me. I don't know what I'd do if-"

"Don't."

Ivar "You are my entire world, Y/n. Without you, I'd have no one, nothing to live for."

"You have your brother's-"

Ivar "No I don't. Hvitserk and I have grown close only because of you. We bond over the love we share for you. And Ubbe just loves me because we are brother's.."

"You have your people.."

Ivar "My people do not love me princess. They went against me multiple times. Like I said..you are all I have. You are the only one that truthfully loves me."

"I do Ivar. I have loved you from the moment I met you and I will love you for as long as I live."

Ivar smiles, "I know that to be true, and I love you the same. That is why tonight is haunting me."

"I am right here, my beloved." He squeezes you, holding you tighter in his arms.

Ivar "And I'm not letting you go."

"I never want you to let me go. We have forever together.."

Ivar "Yes we do." He leans down and kisses you ever so gently. "I love you."

"And I love you. Now shut those beautiful eyes of yours and get some rest."

Ivar chuckles, "Yes my queen."

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Morning comes and when everyone awakes, everyone is absolutely exhausted and look like they are ill. Hvitserk's eyes are almost swollen shut from all of the crying he did last night, and Ubbe and Torvi have been up since first light. 

Hvitserk "I'm relieved that you are still coming out of that bedroom door Y/n." You don't respond, only hugging him. He hugs you back, taking it all in.

Ivar "Ubbe is out there, yes?"

Hvitserk "Yes, him and Torvi. Everyone has been working since first light."

Ivar "Good."

Hvitserk looks down at you, "How are you feeling?"

"Sore.."

Hvitserk "Can I see?" You nod and show him your chest. It is reddened and looks very irritated. "gods.."

"I am fine."

Hvitserk "If you say so princess."

"I-" you attempt to speak but you get cut off by your carrier running towards you three.

"A letter, my king!" Ivar takes it immediately and opens it with great haste. You see his eyes scatter along the piece of parchment as he reads in a hurry. You study his face to see if his mood changes in any way, shape or form.

Hvitserk "Is it-"

"Thyra?"

Ivar smiles, "Yes, she is alright!" You breathe out in relief to hear that your friend was alive and well. "She has agreed to help us."

"That is great news!"

Ivar "It is-"

Hvitserk "But..?"

Ivar "She needs time."

"How much time?"

Ivar "Three days."

Hvitserk "We have to inform Rollo of this setback."

Ivar "Yes, you go do that." Hvitserk agrees and walks off.

"What are your thoughts?"

Ivar "We do not really have any other choice but to wait."

"Can I see the letter?" He hands it to you for you to read.

The letter reads as follows: Hello Y/n. I am sorry for the delay, your father has been monitoring my actions very closely. But I will of course help you and your husband in the retrieval of the weapons. I know that your dragons mean a great deal to you and I can not fathom seeing you lose any of them. With that being said, I ask for three days to make absolutely sure that everyone will keep you, king Ivar and his men safe. In some way, I must get a few guardsmen to help me and that will take time to negotiate. So I ask for this time, please. I hope you are okay, my friend. I hope to see you soon.

-Thyra

You look up at Ivar who still does not know what to think. You hand him the parchment back and rest into his side as he grabs your waist.

Ivar sighs, "At least your friend is alright, hmm?"

"Yeah, that puts my mind at ease."

Ivar "Rollo will not be happy with this set back-"

"Well we either wait three days or my dragons die." Ivar's eyes gloss with sadness. He has grown to love your three magnificent creatures and would be heartbroken if something happened to them. 

Ivar "We will wait, my dear. Do not worry, okay?"

"Yes...if we do wait the three days, that means only seven days left to prepare for the siege. And Rollo is coming in from-"

Ivar "I know..I know. Perhaps the gods knew something that we don't. Everything will work out in our favor, I promise."

"Don't promise me that. Just promise to never leave me.."

Ivar "Y/n."

"I can't lose you Ivar. Just like you can't lose me.." he leans down, cups your cheeks and kisses you.

Ivar "I'm not going anywhere. You give me every reason to keep fighting..to live."

"I love you."

Ivar "And I love you, my love."

The remainder of the day was rough to say the least. You helped Ubbe, Hvitserk and Torvi clean up the village as best as you could. Ubbe kept making you stop and take breaks because he knew the pain that you were in. Bless his heart. Your family is so loving and you feel blessed to have this life that you have now. But you know that your past is not over with, but it will be soon and you can move on completely. 

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Three Days Later…

Yesterday, Thyra wrote to Kattegat once more: telling us to arrive in the back of the kingdom, rather than the front entrance. She stated that she has over ten guards in on this retrieval plan and that everything will go smoothly. 

You ride in the ship with Ivar and his brothers instead of traveling my dragon. They need to stay safe, they need to stay home. They of course were resistant to the idea of leaving you but you reassured them that you will return to them as soon as possible. All three of them watched you leave and whimpered until you were out of sight. 

Ivar "They really love you, princess."

"I know they do. I've raised them, they are like my children.."

Hvitserk "They are. You are a mother of dragon's."

Ubbe "What a title!"

You smirk, "I will hold that title proudly."

Ivar "A mother of dragons, married to a viking God.."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Ubbe "You are not a God, Ivar."

Ivar "To you I am not. But that is not what my heart tells me." Hvitserk scoffs.

"Let's just get this job done and go home.."

Ivar "We will, my love. Your friend made it clear. We will be in and out, yes?"

Ivar held you from behind as you all looked at your horizon. So vast with so much potential. You breathe in the fresh, cool air and as it fills your lungs, you sigh from the peacefulness of this very moment. Ubbe looks at you with a smile on his face. He admires you, not only as a warrior, but also as a strong woman that you are. You have endured many battles, whether it being internal or physical, you have endured it all but you are still here. He is proud to call you his sister, much more than he was his last one, Freydis. He knew deep down that she was an issue but he of course kept that to himself. 

Hvitserk "We should be there soon." You take a deep breath and lean more into Ivar for comfort. He holds you and rubs your skin.

Ivar whispers, "You're going to be by my side the whole time..I'm not going to let anything happen to you." You slowly nod but think to yourself, 'Right..I've been taken while you slept by my side...and I got stabbed five days ago..' Hvitserk looks at Ivar with disgust. He heard his whisper and knew that he has said that in the past but look at everything that has happened. He wished that he could have been the one who was stabbed, not you. If he could take away your aches, he would. If anyone will keep you safe, it's him.

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When the castle comes into your sight, like you expected, you felt the panic set in. So much so that you almost pass out from the fear of coming in contact with your father.

Ivar "Put your mask on, my love." You agree and place a black piece of cloth over your mouth and nose to hide your face besides your eyes. Ivar puts his hood over his head, same with Ubbe and Hvitserk. When you stand up, Hvitserk grabs your hand in reassurance. 

Hvitserk "You've got this kitten."

"Jus-just don't let him take me again..promise me."

Hvitserk "Y/n, I am not letting you out of my sight. No one is going to harm you, I swear it."

"I just want to get the weapons and leave immediately."

Hvitserk "And we will. I know that you are scared," you look up at him, "and you have a right to be. Your father has done barbaric things to you..if I could have stopped it back then, I would. I would save you from all that heartache but I am here now." He looks around the boat, "We are all here now. We can protect you now, princess. So look at me," your eyes lock with his, "I promise that you will be safe. I love you, I'm not going to lose you again." You lean into Hvitserk so that he can kiss your forehead, making your eyes close from the comfort that it brings you.

"I love you too, Hvitty."

He looks at you and bursts out laughing, "Hvitty? I love it. Is that going to be my nickname from now on?"

"If you would like."

Hvitserk "I would love that, I love anything that you call me."

Ubbe "We are here, come on brother's."

Ivar takes your hand and keeps you attached to his side while Ubbe and Hvitserk get out of the boat first.

…

As soon as you reach the back entrance, you see 5+ guardsmen guarding the back entrance with Thyra in front of them. You sigh and run to her. Ivar hisses for you to return to his side but you do not listen. When Thyra sees you, she runs and embraces you like she hasn't seen you in years. 

Thyra "Are you okay? Please tell me you've been okay!"

"I'm fine..are you-"

Thyra "I'm fine too-"

Ivar "Where are they?"

Thrya "They are inside."

Ubbe "We get that, where?"

Thyra "Follow me." Everyone, including you, hesitate to follow her. "There are guards inside..they know to keep the king away from that room.."

Ivar "What if they betray you-"

Thyra "Look, if you thought that I would betray you, then why did you come?"

Ivar "Watch how you talk to me.." he said very sternly.

Thyra "My apologies. But we cannot stand here and talk, the longer we wait, the less confident I am with this being successful. So please, follow me." Ubbe goes first, then you and Ivar, then Hvitserk. Being inside the castle is a struggle for you. But it brings you some security knowing that you have your husband and his brother's with you at all times. Ivar singles his men to surround you all. The warriors have their swords drawn and their shields up. 

She walks out into the hallway and you all pause. Ivar holds his finger up to his lips to signal everyone to stay absolutely quiet.

Ubbe draws his ax, "I don't like how we are in the open."

Hvitserk "If anything happens, she's going next." He gestures over to Thyra and Ubbe agrees. If Thyra is betraying you all, then she is the cause. 

Thyra "It's in here." She whispers, heading towards a door. You recognize the door and get flashbacks so strong that it makes your knees buckle. You can see your younger self, running towards this door and your mother holding it open for you. She always tried her hardest to keep you from your father's wrath. 

Ivar "My love.."

"Huh?"

Ivar "Look at me.." you stray your eyes from the door to meet your husband's eyes, "talk."

"It's...flashbacks."

Ivar "Can you go in? If not, I will stay out here with you."

"I have to see the weapons myself..I know where they are. I have to go in." Ivar nods and walks with you hand in hand. Going in, your eyes lock to the cupboards that you used to hide in. Once everyone is in, the door is shut and three guardsmen guard it from the king or his men. Hvitserk takes off his hood and looks down at you.

Hvitserk "Is it in here?" You don't answer, you just walk towards a part in the wall that looks 'off'. You kneel down and put your nails in the cracks, opening a hidden door, revealing a pile of weapons. 

Ivar "Son of a bitch.." he says as you pull out every last steel weapon from the hole in the wall.

Hvitserk "I have never seen such a weapon." You look at the tip and get furious.

"They were not made to kill men and women. He made these specifically to kill dragon's."

Ubbe "Why would he do that? Didn't he have dragons himself?"

"Yes he did. I don't know why he would wish to kill them."

Thyra "Y/n.." you look up at her and then it clicks in your mind. He had these weapons made when he decided on gifting you the three dragon eggs. Right after he made up his mind, your mother was killed, that is how she knew where he hid them from you. 

You stand up and hand them to your warriors, "Let's go home."

Ivar "Y/n," he grabs you because he can tell that your mood has shifted drastically, "my love?"

"Ivar I need to leave before I run out of this room, find him, and kill him where he stands." Hvitserk grabs your hips as a reminder to breathe.

Hvitserk "Remember the mission-"

Ubbe "Lets go." He looks at his brother and lets you go. 

Ivar "Ubbe is right, let's just go. You will feel better once you are out of these walls."

He grabs your arms and pulls you out of the room. You all rush out of the castle, staying close together. Thyra stops by the door once you all are out and safe. You look back at your friend and feel your emotions get the best of you.

Thyra "Hey, don't cry." She pulls you into her arms, "I will be safe, just get out of here."

"Thank you, I love you so much."

Thyra "I love you more, now go." She pushes you and you all walk back to the boats. Once you are all in, you take your mask off and sit down. Mission complete, time to go home.

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Ivar sighs once he sits down on the side of the boat, resting his legs. You sit on the floor, next to the weapons. Hvitserk and Ubbe sit down on each side of you. 

Ubbe nudges you, "You good sis?"

"Just angry."

Ubbe "Talk to us, maybe we can help." You spend time telling them what you realized back in that room. They listened and felt the anger in your voice. 

Ubbe "I am sorry that he even made these in the first place. But he does not have them anymore, we do. They won't be used on your dragons..they won't be used at all if you wish."

"I just want him gone.."

Hvitserk "He will be soon, Y/n." You nod and rest your head on his shoulder. Ivar smiles and looks off into the distance, thanking the gods that you are all safe and have successfully retrieved the weapons.

You stayed by Hvitserk until you reached Kattegat. You rose when you heard your dragon's shout for you. They got so excited that all three of them flew over the boat and hovered above you all. You greet them and thank the gods for your safe return. 

Ivar "Let's hide these weapons. I don't want anyone to know where they are except for us four, got it?"

"Yes, my king." The man said. You all got off and headed for the house. Torvi and her daughter ran to Ubbe in a loving greeting. Seeing Ubbe with his children (including Ragnar) makes you so excited to become a mom. You look down and rub your belly with a smile on your face. 

"I can't wait to meet you, little one." You say to her.

Hvitserk "Neither can I." You didn't know that he was behind you. You figured that he went inside already so it took you for a surprise.

"It feels like time is going by so slowly."

Hvitserk "That is only because you are eager. And once the siege is over, you will have more time to relax and focus on her growing, rather than worrying."

"You are right."

Ubbe "Lets go inside and eat, yeah?"

Torvi "Our hunters caught big today."

Hvitserk "Oh yeah, how big?"

Torvi "Biggest we've caught in a while." Hvitserk giddily runs into the house to see what we will all be eating. You and Torvi laugh. 

Torvi walks over and hugs you, "I am glad that today went well."

"As am I. I am glad that we came back in one piece." You force a laugh.

Torvi "Thank gods..come on, let's go feed you and the baby."

"Good, we are starving." You all enjoy your day and feast with cups of ale and lots of laughter. Today was a success and hopefully the siege that is bound to happen in just a few days, will be as successful as today's retrieval.

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Melt The Ice In My Heart | Vikings

Chapter 14: I See Red

For Chapter 13: A Long Time No See click here

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"But we had an agreement. Why not?"

"Why do you not want your brother beside you? Because you don't trust him enough. It is the same for me with Jarl Borg. I cannot bring myself to trust him completely. You must inform him of our decision." I had dug my nails into my flesh leaving half moon prints in my skin after hearing the betrayer talk and unconsciously I slammed my bleeding hands onto the table which made everybody look up to me before I took my leaving.

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Roaming through the rain falling from the sky, I noticed that not a lot of people were visible in the streets and the once who did appear on my path weren't in such a good mood same as me at the moment. I didn't understand why I was so angry with the king, but I was and there was no way to calm me down so I, instead of focusing on my anger, tried to find a place to stay warm. It didn't take long before I found a tiny house where the gentle people let me sleep and warm up and I had quickly undressed myself to lay under the warm, fur sheets. The thoughts of what happened today had haunted my mind and I grew tired in a blink of an eye.

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"Jarl Borg, thank you for waiting." Borg had been waiting at the opposite side of the building I had stormed to when I was mad and noticed Ragnar tried to get his attention from behind.

"So, when do we set sail?"

Borg seemed pretty hyped about the trip to England, but I knew he wouldn't be able to feel the same way after the news Ragnar had to tell him. It would hurt him in any trusting way and I didn't like the way we had to remove him from the raid, but it had to happen at the moment. Ragnar stared at the ground and sighed. "Forgive me, Jarl Borg, but we have decided not to seek your help." A long, hurtful silent followed and I bit my lip, curious and afraid of how he would react at Ragnar who was damaging honest.

"I thought we had an agreement."

"It is not my desire to break that agreement. Believe me, I wish it to remain intact." Borg hadn't even taken the time to say anything else and rushed away from the betrayers while I crossed my arms before my body to follow a group of working men towards the boats. It took a while, but eventually I was at the docks and positioned myself before the boat that I would enter into to follow the crazy Earl Ragnar and King Horik to England and far beyond. Hours we had waited on those boats. Days we had waited on those boats. Nothing had happened in the meantime except for the big storm Thor 'gifted' us and we had lost a lot of men because of it, which angered me.

Soaking wet and cold, I sat against Ragnar while we shared a fur blanket that, thanks to the gods, was still dry and I silently drifted off to sleep. Well, half asleep, I could still hear everyone, but I wasn't fully awake either. I was 'dreaming/thinking' about England where I had been ended up at after the snow storm and where I was imprisoned. Where they had rescued me, where Rollo had rescued me. I knew it was right across the sea, but I still seemed to believe we would never find it for a second time. Slowly, I opened my eyes at the sound of Ragnar moving from beside me and I curiously stared at Ragnar who seemed to be leaning onto the ropes. I knew he was drowning into his own ideas, he always was when he was staring into the sky ahead of us.

"We've been blown miles off course, who knows where we are?" Athelstan yelled at the exhausted men and I shook my head in disappointment.

"The gods know, Priest." Floki shortly followed into the conversation.

"What I want to know, where are all the ships?" Ragnar paused and I suddenly stopped thinking and looked around me in a rush. They were all gone.... all taken by the wild seas created by Thor's storm. "How many do you see?" Ragnar seemed to question me as I was the one with the sharp sight, probably because of my archery skills.

"Only four, some of the others may have been scattered by Thor's storm." I spoke up clearly and calm, but also secretly hurt by the fact that we had lost people of our own.

"Or they all might all have foundered."

"FATHER! Father! Come see!" One of the two sons of King Horik had shouted at his father and we all grew confused and exited at the same time. Especially when he grabbed his boy and pushed him back and fort with an delightful feeling.

"What did I tell you, boy? LAND! I TOLD MY SONS RAGNAR ALWAYS FINDS LAND!" Horik waved with his hands and spun around in joy.  Happy, I pushed myself up and rushed towards the other side of the boat to position myself next to Ragnar and Floki, spotting the big land between the foggy sky.

"Where do you suppose we are?"

"I build boats Ragnar, you're the navigator." In the corner of my eye as I listened to Floki, I could see Athelstan sigh and I somehow felt an weird feeling in my guts. Perhaps this wasn't the best place to strand.