#ivar x ase

[ivars-snowflake]

The Little Witch of Kattegat - Part XIII

Pairing: Ivar & Ase

Wordcount: 1096

Warnings: Child loss!

Okay, I’m very sorry, and I broke my own heart while breaking Ase’s.

The good thing though, her and Ivar reunite.

Feedback is always welcome and highly appreciated!  

You can read the previous parts here: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat

I tried to find the sound

But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,

So darkness I became

(Florence&The Machine - Cosmic Love)

**

It was quiet when Ase woke up. She looked around, but she was alone, and she couldn’t recognize the room she was in. There was a familiar, sweet smell of fresh herbs lingering in the air around her and it made her head spin and she felt dazedly in general. She tried to recall the events that took place the evening before, tried to remember how she got here and where she in fact was. Memories came to her as puzzle pieces, putting in front of her the challenge of connecting it all together.

All she remembered was Margrethe, the pain in her head, the dark emptiness of her hut that night, then the terrified look in Ubbe’s eyes, and blood-soaked sheets of her bed. The blood-soaked sheets of her bed…oh gods. She started sobbing, remembering faintly how Ubbe carried her to the healer, remembering the pain in her loins and her lower back, remembering the empty feeling inside of her, eating a part of her heart and leaving just an empty, black hole behind. She remembered the hate she felt, the desperation, and putting her hands on her empty stomach, she screamed.

The healer, a wrinkled old lady, came running to the room, trying to calm Ase down, but all her efforts were fruitless. She kicked and screamed, trying to get up but the pain wouldn’t let her. It was a heartbreaking sight, a woman who was about to become a mother being robed of that without a warning, without even a possibility to say goodbye to her unborn child. And then she stopped, and her face changed. It changed to cold and emotionless, as she finally agreed to lay back and calm down. The healer spoke to her, but the words just didn’t reach her mind, they got lost in the chaos of her thoughts, as she stared into the ceiling, her hands tightly squeezed on her chest, singing a lullaby.

She found herself in the dark, left alone and broken, rotten and in pieces. The feeling of guilt was eating her up. She felt guilty for not leaving with Harald, she felt guilty for leaving Ivar, she felt guilty for coming to Kattegat, for underestimating Margrethe. For everything she has ever done to protect the man she loved, she felt guilty now. She allowed a single tear to escape her eyes at the thought of Ivar, at the thought that he lost his baby and never even knew he was about to become a father. He never knew, he should never know. What he doesn’t know, can’t hurt him. If he knows, he will burn their world down, he will destroy them. But Ase wouldn’t allow for that to happen, for it was her, and her only, who will do that. She will burn them down, she will ruin them. They will talk tales of Ivar the Boneless, but it will be Ase the Witch, they will sing songs off, songs about her alone, destroying many. For that she will do. But not just now, now the pain will block the power, now the desperation and loneliness will make her weak. Once she manages to shut her emotions down, leaving her with anger and vengeance alone, it is then that she will strike, it is then that she will make them pay. All of them, for they all carry their amount of responsibility, all of them are guilty, she didn’t care how much.

And then it hit her, and she woke up from her personal hell.

“Ivar!” she mumbled, “The battle! How long have I been here? Where’s Ivar?”

“We won the battle,” the old healer said, “He lost. I believe they’re setting terms right now.”

“Take me there!” Ase demanded, grabbing the woman by her wrist.

“Ase, I don’t think you can walk…”

“I don’t care, I said take me!” Ase growled, and the woman had no choice but to obey.

 **

 As they came closer to the crowd assembled on the meadow, she could hear Ivar's roaring voice. It made her eyes fill with tears, and it made her heart skip a beat, as if a tiny bit of it just came back to life.

“Of course, I’m going to kill her” She heard him growl.

She could hear the sound of his voice - she could hear him hiss at Ubbe, shout at Lagertha…he was there, he was finally there. He was late.

“Ivar!” she shouted, remembering how it felt when his name would leave her lips. Remembering how she would whisper it while she was half asleep, how she would moan it while he made her shiver, how she would scream, while he made her break. Remembering how much she missed him.

“Ase…” he stopped in his tracks, turning towards her, repeating her name like a prayer. “Ase…!” he whispered to himself as he limped towards her and saw her slowly walking towards him. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face pale and tormented, the gorgeous chaos of fire red hair that he remembers was cut short, her dress was a bloody mess, and her voice a broken chant. What have they done to his Ase?

“What did you do to her?!” he roared, turning back to Lagertha, and not waiting for an answer, he turned back to Ase, asking her the same thing – “What have they done to you?”

He released a shaky breath, once he finally put his hands on her soft skin, cupping her face. She was pale and skinny, her eyes were full of remorse and regret, full of anger, pain. “What have they done to you?” He repeated his question, but she just kept sobbing, holding onto him, her grip strong, desperate not to lose him ever again. “I will kill them all” He whispered, pulling her closer, kissing her salty cheeks.

“I will kill you all!” he then roared at them, his breathing ragged and his voice filled with rage.

 “No,” she stopped him, “I will kill them all.” Her eyes went shut, and her whispers brought the clouds, they brought thunder. As Thor raged above them, she made her promise of hunting down anyone who has ever hurt any of the people she loved. She will hunt them down, she will kill her monsters. None of that will ever bring her little one back, but it will bring justice, it will give her back her peace of mind, her sleep, her love of life.

Now, more then ever before, she understood Ivar’s rage, Ivar’s darkness, while she sunk into her own.

**

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[ao3feed-vikings]

The little Witch of Kattegat

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by ivarssnowflake

Ase is a girl living in the Kattegat’s woods with her mother. Due to their life of isolation, and the mystery surrounding them, townsfolk calls them witches. After her mother dies, Ase starts to visit the market more often, and when she meets Ivar, her life starts to turn upside down.

  Disclaimer: A work of fiction. I own nothing but the OC and the plot regarding the OC.

Words: 2005, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The little Witch of Kattegat

Fandoms: Vikings (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ivar (Vikings), Hvitserk (Vikings), Ubbe (Vikings), Bjorn (Vikings), Sigurd (Vikings), Aslaug (Vikings), Ragnar Lothbrok, Floki (Vikings), Harald Finehair, Lagertha (Vikings), Ase (OC)

Relationships: Ivar (Vikings)/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Ivar the Boneless - Freeform, Ivar x OC - Freeform, NSFW bits, vikngs, ivar x ase, ivar & oc, ivar ragnrasson

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[ivars-snowflake]

The little Witch of Kattegat - Part VII

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

Pairing: Ivar & OC Ase

Wordcount: 1128

Warnings: None

Feedback is always welcome and highly appreciated!

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***

-Who is the girl? King Harald asked, pointing in Ase’s direction. 

She was mingling around the crowded hall and Ivar’s eyes kept tracing every movement of hers. Whenever she’d caught his gaze, she would flash a warm, radiating smile in his direction.

-The redhead? She…well, she’s Ivar’s…

-Witch. Sigurd ended Hvitserk’s sentence.

-A volva? 

-Oh well, king Harald, people tend to say all kinds of stuff. If she is a volva, as people here tend to call her, she’s not a very good one. She just plays around with her herbs and my brother. Hvitserk answered with a laugh. Sigurd just doesn’t like her much. 

Sigurd frowned while Hvitserk smirked at him. King Harald, however, kept his gaze fixed on Ase, as he wondered if the girl was who he thought her to be.

 The music was loud and catchy, and Ase’s hips rocked following the rhythm, as she was making her way towards the table. Her eyes locked on Ivar’s, she missed to see the other pair of eyes watching cautiously. 

She reminded him of someone, someone who was long gone, someone who took something from him, something worthy, irreplaceable. Was it her?

**

It was still dark when Ase lazily blinked. She smiled, as she felt Ivar’s body pressed closely to hers. Turning slowly to face him, she was careful not to wake him up. Her fingers creeped lightly on his skin, tracing the outline of his jaw. 

He looked so peaceful, she’d give anything too freeze them in time, make a little time bubble, where there would be no upcoming vengeance, no heartbreaks, no fears. A time bubble where Ivar would always be so peaceful, happy and hers. 

But there’s no such thing as time bubbles, so the only thing she could do was to make the best out of the time that was given to them. 

She grabbed his shoulders, flipping him on his back, and straddling his waist. His eyes flew open, meeting her smile. 

-You weren’t even sleeping, were you? 

She tugged playfully at his hair, bringing her face closer to his, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pouted.

-I felt you staring at me…like what you see? 

She lifted her eyebrows, trying to fake a pensive expression, but she ended up laughing, and he pulled her into a kiss.

A perfect start of the day, their last in Kattegat. 

-We should get out of bed and go meet Floki. I want you to come with me.

-And why would I leave this warm bed to visit Floki?

Ivar’s mischievous smile made her curious though, and despite the inviting warmth of the furs, she got dressed to accompany him. But Floki was already there, waiting in front of Ase’s hut, patience not being one of his strongest virtues. Not knowing what to expect of her mad duo, Ase was unsure whether to be thrilled or terrified.

Once they reached the clearing in the woods, her eyes opened wide in surprise, and a bright smile spread on her face. Enthusiastically, she shrieked and wrapped her arms around Floki, jumping slightly to reach his forehead and plant a kiss there. Floki being Floki, he shrieked back, laughing madly and spinning Ase around.

- What is it?  Ivar’s voice broke their enthusiastic shrieks, as he crawled closer to Floki’s creation.

-It’s your legs, Ivar. Ase smiled at Floki’s answer, for it’s what it was. His legs.

-It’s your wings. She added.

Her eyes filled with tears of happiness, as she stood next to Floki and watched Ivar in his chariot.

**

She sat on the stones near the shore later that day, her grimoire keeping her company. Ivar and his brothers were seated not far from her, and she could clearly hear their conversation. This wouldn’t end up good, she could see it.

-We are all equally Ragnar’s sons, but we are not equal in battle, so I will take the lead! I will establish the battle plans and I will give the orders!

Bjorn was practically roaring at his brothers, and it was impossible not to hear him. She didn’t see Ivar’s reaction, but she could imagine him making his disagreement with Bjorn obvious without saying a word.

-You don’t agree, Ivar? She heard Bjorn ask, staring at his younger brother, and she chuckled.

-I didn’t say anything.

-You don’t have too. Your age makes you believe you know more than you do! But what do you know? What have you done? What battles have you won and what battles have you lost?!

She heard Bjorns voice again, and saw him shouting in Ivar’s face. She rolled her eyes, his pompous ass being annoying to her, and she could only imagine Ivar’s expression in the given moment. With Bjorn’s delusion of grandness, he could be more dangerous and ruinous for this army, than anyone can fathom. He was a great warrior, no person in their right mind would ever deny that, but when it came to strategies and planning, one couldn’t really call him the brightest of the brothers. Ivar, on the other hand, had something none of the other brothers have. His strength lied elsewhere, and Ase felt, she knew in fact, that the lead of the army will be Ivar’s eventually.

He had his mind and his heart, yes. And in there, he had his madness, his wrath, his passion. She smiled at the memory of her dream, Ragnar’s words that she so clearly heard in her head – be ruthless - as well as her meeting with the seer.

- A king in making. Dangerous and cunning, his body maybe fragile but his mind strong. Your dreams will help guide him to grandness, your magic will help keep him safe from harm. You will be his anchor, but a moment will come when you will need him to be yours.

 It’s his last words that worried her, why would she need Ivar to be her anchor? What is it that’s coming? What storm will it be to bring her down? She wrapped the palm of her hand tightly around the black wooden wand. It’s top was metal, and in the metal, there was a stone. Red, like fire itself, pulsating heat.  The seer gave her the wand at their meeting, the wand that her mother left behind, the wand that came with a warning.

-Ase, are you ready? His voice startled her, she got lost in thoughts, and didn’t see him approach. She jerked slightly, a startled whimper escaping her mouth, and then she smiled and nodded. She was as ready as she could be. Picking her stuff up, keeping it by her side at all times, she set her foot on the wooden floor of the ship, following Ivar.

The next time she’s on solid ground, it won’t be home.

[ivars-snowflake]

The little Witch of Kattegat - Part VIII

Eyes on Fire

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

Pairing: Ivar & OC Ase

Wordcount: 1610

Warnings: Violence, blood (mentions of blood eagle), death

The chant I found here. I adapted it a little :)

Feedback is always welcome and highly appreciated! :)

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 The ground was on fire. The battle cries were reaching the campsite, followed by the sound of metal hitting metal. She stood on the peak, watching over the battle, silently chanting. She has already charged an amulet for protection and put it around Ivar’s neck, not paying attention to his protesting words. Now, her hands were pressed firmly around the smooth wood of her staff. Her eyes on fire.

„Protect them by your might

O gracious Goddess,

day and night

Thrice around the circles bound,

Enemy sink into the ground.“

 It was an easy win against king Aelle. Silly man, what kind of foolish king underestimates the enemy like this? It would be sad to watch, if only it wasn’t so much fun.

Her smile appeared wicked and satisfied, when Ivar’s chariot stood next to her, dragging Aelle’s body through the mud. She climbed up, admiring the mad look in the eyes of her lover, eyes laden with darkness, the look of them filling her with anticipation. She knew what follows, and she was joining the fun gladly.

For the first time in her life, Ase welcomed her darkness. It was always there, deep within, skillfully suppressed and controlled by her mother first, and then by Ase herself after. But she grew sick of suppressing what she was, grew sick of putting the limits on herself. In moments like these, she felt the urge to let it all out, allow herself to be consumed by the dark part of her soul, so that she could remain sane in the moments of peace.

 She sat on the log nearby, while the brothers and Floki did the butchering. Her eyes shone madly, but her stomach clenched and twisted as Aelle’s screams were ripping through the air. She twitched at the sound of axe ripping through the flesh on its way to break some bones. Blood splattering everywhere.

In Bjorn’s eyes she saw terror, mockery in Ubbe’s, Hvitserk was having fun, while Sigurd’s face showed disgust. Then her gaze fell on Ivar crawling closer to Aelle, his eyes screamed in awe, they were on fire, a look of satisfaction and enjoyment, hunger settled but eyes keen for more.

  The vengeance was far from over, though. King Eckbert’s clock was ticking now.

Prince Aethelwulf's forces were beaten easily, as a result of Ivar finally being listened to, and his plan being taken into consideration and performed. It was such a lovely game of cat and mouse.

Getting to king Eckbert after the victory was easier than Ase would have thought, and it felt like a flip of a finger, and she found herself sitting at the table next to Ivar. They didn't lack reasons to celebrate. 

Everyone was in a good mood when she left the table, pressing a gentle kiss to Ivar's lips, and went for a walk. Although it was an easy victory, they suffered a big loss, a loss that broke the heart of Ase's dearest person, beside Ivar. Helga died by the hand of Tanaruz, the girl she brought back from one of the raids. All Helga wanted was to ease the pain of losing her child, by being the mother to a girl that lost her family. But the girl was scared and lost, in a world she didn’t understand, and Helga's big heart eventually caused her death. After she started to get close with Ivar, Ase spent a lot of time with Floki and Helga, and became really fond of them both. She knew how much that old fool loved his wife, and it broke his heart to let her go. It was a very troublesome thing for Ase, to watch people that were close to her suffer in any way, with her being in possesion of the possibility to bend fates, and lacking the knowlenge to do so. She had only a few of those people, and she was ready to do anything to protect them. It’s why she restlessly practiced magic, and kept trying and looking for new ways to improve her sight, to make her dreams talk to her a little more. The anger she felt towards her mother grew bigger as Ase grew stronger, releasing her inner breaks. There was so much strength hidden inside, but also so much darkness, anger. So much loneliness. Being around Ivar, whose anger towards the world was even bigger then hers for her mother, made her embrace her inner demons. He loved her, in spite of the demons, so she no longer felt the neeed to fight them, allowing herself to grow stronger with each step she took. But sometimes, it would become too much.

On the hill outside of the city, she found Floki sitting in silence, and she sat next to him, her silence matching his. Without a word, she grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She knew Floki would need no words to know how sorry she was. A hint of a smile appeared on her lips as Floki started to laugh, the way only Floki could. 

-Do not be sad, little Ase. We'll meet Helga in Valhalla. 

Ase leaned her head on his shoulder, and sighed contently.

-She will wait for you there, Floki. With horns of mead and a feast as glorious as only a crazy marvelous fool like you would deserve.

He smiled at Ase, messing her hair up with both his hands.

-Go, little one! There's a feast going on, go take care of that grumpy crippled bastard! I'll be there soon.

Ase nodded, getting up, and giving Floki one more hug before she turned and went back towards the town.

She wasn't gone for long, it's been an hour, maybe two, and raised voices that were reaching her ears as she was approaching the mass, caused her to sigh, and roll her eyes in annoyance. Even in victory they were unable to unite. 

It wasn't until she came close enough to hear Sigurd spill his venom at Ivar, that she became weary and her steps fastened. She was almost running now. 

 -What’s the matter Ivar? You can’t take it? No, I guess it must be hard for you now that your mommy’s dead, knowing she’s the only one who ever really loved you!

 He was crossing the line once more, and Ase wondered how many more times before he gets what he calls for. She knew that Sigurd was destined to die by the hand of his brother, but she did not know that would happen right about now. This dream came a while ago, and ever since she saw it, she was trying to talk to both of them, trying to change the course of events, and there was nothing she feared more then Sigurd’s mouth, and Ivar’s wrath. Trying to push her way through the crowd to get to the table, a sudden silence and commotion made her way easier, and as she passed next to the big man in the first row, she was encountered with the terror and regret staring her right in the eye. Startled and confused, she looked at him, before his terrified gaze shifted to the floor close to his feet. Ase's eyes followed his, and a whimper escaped her lips at the sight of Sigurd’s lifeless body. Once again, her efforts were useless.

She froze, the blood in her veins has ran cold and it felt as if time itself stopped. People moved, the crowd disappeared, and before she could even force herself to move, Ase was standing in an emptied square, her eyes still locked on Ivar. Another death that she saw coming, but couldn’t do anything about it. She tried, she tried talking to Sigurd about this, but she failed. He only laughed her off, foolish boy. She tried with Ivar too, but it was of no use.

As soon as her legs started to listen again, she rushed to him, wrapping her hands around his neck.

-What have you done, my love? She asked, swallowing her tears, the tears that came not because of Sigurd, but because she failed to stop yet another death from happening, because her dreams were becoming more vivid and they would come on time, but she still didn’t know how to bend fates.  Because she knew how it would affect Ivar. She tightened her grip on him, sitting on his lap, hugging his pain away.

Sigurd was never Ase’s favorite brother, he was a bully, cruel and envious, blaming Ivar for all the mistakes of their mother, torturing him out of pure petty-mindedness and envy. He always acted like a mouthy child whose feelings got hurt, so he decided to blame it all on Ivar. Eventually, it drove Ivar mad, madness raising his axe and making it rip the air between the two. It was Ivar’s hand that threw the awe, but it was Sigurd’s mouth that called it upon himself.

After all the turbulences, Ase found it harder to approach Ivar. It got even worse when Floki left. Ivar felt like everyone he cares for is abandoning him, including his remaining brothers, who appeared to shut him out even more now. As for Ase, regarding Ivar, she was the one being shut out.

She knew he was pushing her away deliberately, wanting her gone. He surrounded himself with walls and bodyguards, and it was always a challenge to get to him. In any other circumstances, she would have wondered where she wronged him, but she knew this was not her fault. Even dead, Sigurd would not leave them alone, and Ase knew that Sigurd would probably never again leave Ivar alone.

[ivars-snowflake]

The little Witch of Kattegat, part II.

You light the spark in my bonfire heart

Pairing: Ivar & OC Ase

Timeline: Starting when everyone was still alive…

Wordcount: 1230

Warnings: None, yet.

Summary: Ase is a girl living in the Kattegat’s woods with her mother. Due to their life of isolation, and the mystery surrounding them, townsfolk calls them witches. After her mother dies, Ase starts to visit the market more often, and when she meets Ivar, her life starts to turn upside down.

*The lyrics I’m using in intro are from Bonfire heart by James Blunt.

Feedback is always welcome and highly appreciated!

tags: @red608, @onjacks-blog @romanchronicles, @oddsnendsfanfics

***

This world is getting colder, strangers passing by No one offers you a shoulder, no one looks you in the eye But I’ve been looking at you for a long, long time Just trying to break through, trying to make you mine

Ivar was often lurking when Ase would come to the market, along with his brothers, making sure she doesn’t notice. She was a mystery, a beautiful one at that, and he found her intriguing. He knew the stories that were circulating about her, and he felt even more drawn to her for them. 

He watched her daily, how she’d spread fear across the market, with nothing but a smile, and she was impressive. He knew his brothers wanted her, but this time he wouldn’t allow them to take what he wanted too. 

So that was his reason for visiting Ase, not the balsam he demanded her to make, though that sure was a good excuse.

When he saw her the day after, with the product being ready, he couldn’t come up with yet another excuse to stick around, but he would be back for more, and he will be ready then. 

-Prince Ivar! Ase said, more talkative this time, for she was expecting her visitor.

-I have your balm ready, I’ve made some changes to it, upgrades in fact, it should work even better now. 

-Thank you, Ase. If it helps, I will be back for more. He answered, a pained expression written on his face, and she didn’t miss it.

-You’re in pain, prince Ivar. Let me try and ease it before you go back, if that’s okay with you?

He nodded, pleased because this time she gave him an excuse to stay around and get to know her. 

He followed her to the inside of her tiny hut, where she helped him settle on the furs. He examined the surroundings carefully, his eyes wandering through her four walls, shelves filled with herbs and their smells mixing in the air, making it thick and sticky, bitersweet, refreshing and sickly sweet all the same, making his head spin. His nerves went wild as her hands reached to untie his pants. She noticed the startled expression on his face, and hers reddened, obviously embarrassed for her lack of experience with people in general, and even more embarrassed for trying to undress him without asking. Pulling her hands back to her side quickly, she muttered an apology.

-Oh, um…excuse my stupidity, my prince! If you allow, I would need to take your pants off, to help you with your leg pain.

-Sure. He muttered back, trying to seem confident, but inside he was terrified that the sight she was about to see would scare her, and be the end of their encounters before they even started. But she didn’t react with anything but a tender touch below his knees. The refreshing mixture began to cool and relax the muscles bringing him instant relief, as Ase tenderly massaged his legs. At first, Ivar watched her every move cautiously, looking for any sign of disgust her face might show, but none came, so eventually he too relaxed, closing his eyes and humming in pleasure.

-There, it should feel better soon. Her words woke him from his trance, and he saw her smile at him, reaching for his pants behind him, bringing her face closer to his. Unintentionally, he found himself counting the freckles on her nose, and then his gaze shifted to her lips. They were pale pink, a shade fitting perfectly with her pale skin. They looked so soft, he wanted to check if they’re deceiving him, or they truly are as soft as they looked. He will one day, soon enough, he thought. As soon as he gets the experience required not to make a fool of himself. 

As she helped him get dressed, he thought about how he really doesn’t know much about her, and to distract his mind and keep it from wondering how soft her lips are, he asked.

-Ase, do you remember your home? She shrugged, and her expression changed from smiling to a more serious, pensive one.

-Kattegat is my home, I have no other home to go to, prince Ivar. I barely have any memories of the place I came from. All my knowledge of it is based on a few blurry memories and my mother’s stories…but this here is my home. 

He chuckled softly, remembering the messy bundle of red hair that came through their door that one day, many years ago. She still was a bundle of fiery red hair, un-obedient, wild and messy, and he wondered if this is who she truly was, if her hair represented her soul, the sweet, untamed mess that looked so lovely while spreading fear across the streets of Kattegat with nothing but a smile.

-Of course, sometimes I forget how small you were when you came. I remember that day, though.

It surprised her, a prince remembering the day she came, her little insignificant self. Fatherless girl, little Ase, seen as a witch in eyes of many. In eyes of Ivar, she was anything but insignificant. He felt she was a walking, breathing, embodiment of contradiction. She seemed so naive, trusting, almost childlike, treating him the way no one else ever did, gently and with no holding back, almost as if his reputation didn’t concern her one bit. On the other hand, she somehow managed to make people fear her, without even moving her finger. She would smile, and everyone would just lower their heads. She was godly, impressive, bold. Maybe she was just a stupid little girl, playing around, testing her luck, but for some reason he kept seeing more to her.

As Ivar kept visiting, the two became friends fast. The more she knew Ivar, the more relaxed she was around him, also giving him a hint of how sharp her mind was. Sometimes he felt like she was bad for him, for she made him feel, made him more human. But he loved her company, couldn’t get enough of her, always wanted more of her. He loved her silliness and he couldn’t quite understand how people can fear a girl as goofy and clumsy as Ase. Every now and then, he would find her with bloody knees or elbows, even chin this one time, and he witnessed her clumsiness once or twice, wondering how in the name of Odin is this girl still in one piece. He loved those pale pink lips, round and full, calling out to him. He loved the way she would say his name. He trusted her above all others. He wanted her, more than any other.

It infuriated him when he noticed that his brothers started to talk to her, every time she would come to the market. He would watch them flirt with her, touching her hair, making her smile the same way she smiled at him. The fact that she accepted their flirtation and was going along with it, made him angry at her too. He was aware that she had no reason to hold back, he was just an ill boy coming to her for a remedy to ease his pains, she didn’t belong to him. He was just a friend to her, if he could even call himself that.

Who knows how long he would have waited, if one day he didn’t see Hvitserk’s attempt to kiss her. She moved her head to the side, so that his brothers mouth would land on her cheek, instead of her lips. She didn’t want Hvitserk’s kiss for some reason, and Ivar needed to know if she would want his, so he decided it was time to make a move.

[ivars-snowflake]

The little Witch of Kattegat, part III.

What it all could be, with you

Part I, Part II, Part III

Pairing: Ivar & OC Ase

Timeline: Starting when everyone was still alive…

Wordcount: 1240

Warnings: None, yet.

Summary: Ase is a girl living in the Kattegat’s woods with her mother. Due to their life of isolation, and the mystery surrounding them, townsfolk calls them witches. After her mother dies, Ase starts to visit the market more often, and when she meets Ivar, her life starts to turn upside down.

*The lyrics are from My favorite faded fantasy by Damien Rice

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You could be my poison, my cross, My razor blade I could love you more than life If I wasn’t so afraid

-I want Margrethe. He said to his brothers. You all had her, I want to have her as well.

-She’s a slave, Ivar. What’s stopping you? 

Sigurd and Hvitserk seemed to have no problem with his request. Ubbe, however, thought that Margrethe should be asked first, so they arranged for her and Ivar to share bed. 

Though Ase was what Ivar truly wanted, his lack of experience kept stopping him from making his move with her, and he needed Margrethe to fix that. But everything turned out wrong, and his failure with Margrethe only made Ivar convinced he would never be able to please Ase, or any other woman at that. It made him even more angry at the world, at the gods, at his father for not killing him, and at his brothers for finding fun in his failure, even at Ase, for making him feel. He began to avoid her, stopped visiting her and started sending slaves to go pick up the remedy she would make for him.

His absence worried her. She kept wondering what it was that she had done wrong. She missed Ivar, for the two became very attached, and she began to care for the prince profoundly. After a few weeks without seeing or hearing from him, Ase decided that she needed to know why he’s avoiding her, so she filled her basket with some gifts, along with Ivar’s remedy, put on her pretty dress, and allowed her feet to lead the way to the great hall. 

-My queen. I come bearing the remedy for prince Ivar’s legs, and some gifts for you. 

-Ase, darling…Ivar told me you helped him a lot with this preparation of yours. I want to thank you for that. Your mother always made this for him too. How you’ve been since she left us? 

Ase smiled warmly at queen Aslaug, the loss of her mother has hit her hard, but it’s been almost a year now, and with time that wound burned a little less, and she got used to the life she was leading now.

-I do miss my mother, queen Aslaug, but I’ve been fine. Is prince Ivar here? I wanted to give him something I’ve been working on, that might be even better than the standard remedy he uses. 

-Oh, you sweet girl! He’s been in his room, didn’t leave it for a few days now. Maybe you could help drag him out…Margrethe! Show Ase the way to Ivar’s!

The slave obeyed silently, Ase following her, after thanking the queen.

She knocked gently at the door, waiting for an answer. None came, so she opened the door and entered.

-I do not want to see anyone! Ivar yelled, irritated by the fact someone dared to intrude. She shivered at the sound of his growling voice, but didn’t step back.

-Hello, Ivar. She said instead, her voice silent, sounding almost timid, revealing the hint of fear that crept inside of her, of being pushed away without knowing where she wronged him. Seeing him made her even more aware of how much she missed him. It was a feeling she was unfamiliar with, and it scared her.

-Ase? He asked, turning towards her. What are you doing here? 

He was curious, he didn’t think she’d be looking for him. Though he wanted to believe there was something more between them, he managed to convince himself she hanged out with him simply out of politeness, for he was a prince, and he was the one always coming to her. She was always sweet to him, and no matter how much he wanted it to be more, he saw her being sweet with his brothers too, and somehow he appeared to have forgotten all of their little talks and the way she would smile at him.

-I…I don’t want to bother you, Ivar. But you stopped coming and I was worried. I thought something happened, or I’ve done something, and I don’t know what. So…please, tell me.

She worried, she wouldn’t worry if she didn’t care. She wouldn’t have come.

But what good is it all, if he can’t give anything to her? He wanted to shout at her, make her go away, make her fear him, just like everyone else fears him. But he couldn’t. He felt the need to say everything to her, for if anyone would ever understand and listen without judging him, it was Ase.

-You did nothing wrong Ase. He whispered, turning his back on her again. The sigh of relief left her lips. She came closer, and sat next to him, her hand gently stroking up and down his upper arm.

-Tell me, Ivar. She whispered.

And he told her everything. Sometimes, he felt as if the stories of her being able to bewitch a man with simply a smile were true. This was one of those times.

Her fingers never left his skin, as he was speaking. His confession awoke yet another feeling inside of her, that she was unfamiliar with. It was a wave of bitterness passing through her, she could feel it sting in her stomach and spread up to her throat, sending sparks throughout her body. Jealousy, was it?

But she decided to keep it hidden.

Though inexperienced, Ase was always very instinctive, and her inner voice was strongly leading all her actions. It’s why the words she said came out as natural and wise, making it sound as if she in fact knew what she was talking about.

-This Margrethe…do you love her?

Love, the fundament of all things. You can have desire without love, yes. A spark, burning out in an instant. But combined with love, the spark of desire becomes so much more than just a simple spark. It becomes raging fire, explosions, thunderstorms.  Fire, she thought as she watched his lips carefully, biting on her own lower lip, waiting for his answer.

She feared his answer, and when he shook his head, it felt like a huge stone was removed from her chest. She licked her lip, the spot she bit just a moment ago, and rolled her eyes with a silent chuckle following.

-Then, how do you know that the reason for your failure wasn’t just that? She asked.

Her question confused him, but intrigued him all at the same time. What if she was right? Would it be different with her? What if he tries? But what if he fails?

-Is there someone you love, Ivar?

He nodded. He wasn’t of much words today.

-Then…then why wouldn’t you try with her? 

Her own question broke her heart. It was hard on her, this entire conversation, giving her everything to make him feel better, giving her everything to make him get his thoughts back together and give all of this a try with the right person. She didn’t realize it before, but it hit her hard and sudden, and in that moment, she identified all the feelings she felt lately regarding Ivar. Longing, jealousy, fear, lust, love.

-I don’t want to fail her, Ase. 

-Oh, Ivar, you know better, you are no coward. Imagine a bird constantly fearing to fly because it failed once, for she might fall once more. Yes, she might. But she might also fly. So, go…

Her words were cut short by his lips crushing onto hers. 

Although still clumsy, the kiss was hungry, demanding. She felt her body melt under Ivar’s touch, desire taking over.

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The little Witch of Kattegat, part V.

Lost and Found

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

Pairing: Ivar & OC Ase

Timeline: Starting when everyone was still alive…making my way forward.

Wordcount: 1680

Warnings: some death coming our way

Summary: Ivar decides to leave for England with Ragnar and Ase supportes his decision, though it makes her miserable. Feeling lost and lonely without Ivar, she finds a new friend, which, along with dreams that start to go wild, helps her discover her mother’s secret, a secret that will affect her heavily. Once Ivar comes back, he’s encountered with some major changes in Kattegat.

*The lyrics are from Without You by Oh Wonder.

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And I’m digging down holes without you

Can’t be on my own without you

I’m a little bit lost without you

**

When Ragnar returned to Kattegat, Ase shared Ivar’s happiness, but when he decided to accompany Ragnar to England, her heart broke. She understood his need to be acknowledged by his father, to be recognized by him as more than just a cripple and she showed her support to him, but she feared for his life. Queen Aslaug’s vision of the storm that will sink all the ships wasn’t very helpful either. But she couldn’t keep Ivar from going, and all she could do was to hope for the best. Once they said their goodbyes, one promising to return, and the other to wait for him, Ase was once more left with no soul to rely on. 

It was then that her dreams began to go wild.

She woke up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, still shaking from the nightmare. The boats sinking, the sea ragging, the waves devouring everything on their way. But she saw the shore, green forest and golden sands. Instantly, she thought of Aslaug and her vision, jumped out of bed and started running through the forest to reach the queen. The guards barely allowed her to enter, but she managed to convince them of how important her visit was.

Queen Aslaug was curled up on the floor, sobbing and mumbling. Ase sat her up and hugged her tightly, repeating how everything will be fine. Ivar meant so much to Aslaug, and Ase knew his death would break the queen, and it would break Ase too.

-My queen, they will live. Frigg whispered it to me in my dream, I saw everything sink, I saw the sea raging, but there was more. There was the shore, the shore told me they’ll live.

I’ve been praying to the gods queen Aslaug, I’ve given gifts to Njord begging him to calm the seas, and he will listen, he must listen… Ivar must return.

Ase’s voice broke with the last words she spoke. She needed to believe her dreams so desperately. She needed Ivar back, no matter what.

And somehow, she knew that Ivar would return, the green forests and golden sands from her dreams whispered it, and she believed them, but she also knew that their world is about to change.

Her dreams began to scare her more every time, and when she became truly alarmed once again, was when she dreamt of queen Aslaug’s death. Ase could see her, lying in the bloody puddle in the streets of Kattegat. She woke up in panic. Ivar’s heart would break if he returned to find his mother dead, so Ase ran to the town once more, to warn the queen of her dreams. But little did Ase know of the current events, for she visited town rarely ever since Ivar left. She was late, she came running to the crowd assembled around two women, Aslaug, and the blonde that would take her life. As Ase watched Aslaug turn her back to walk away from the other woman, a panicked scream left her lungs, but the arrows pierced through Aslaug, and her lifeless body crumbled to the floor.

-No, no, no… Ase kept repeating, as she pushed through the crowd to get to the queen. She was dead, it was too late. What good are the dreams for if they come too late?  It’s nothing but torture, seeing someone die twice, and not having the chance or time to bend their fate. Ase felt tears stinging her eyes and running wildly down her cheeks. Aslaug was always nothing but kind to her, and she didn’t deserve to die like this.

Her mind blank and heart bruised, Ase, the witch of Kattegat, as they called her, her voice a thunder, growled her curse upon Lagertha, promising her death by the hand of Ivar. The woman laughed, but little did she know that Ase has seen it happen. As clear as she saw Aslaug die. 

Her dreams were scaring her even more, now that she had a confirmation of their accuracy. What if, after all, she was a witch? What kind of witch?

A baby raven she found in the woods worked as a distraction from her dark thoughts. It’s little wing was broken, and Ase gave her best to make the raven heal. She named him Endre, the one who rides alone, for like her, he had no family left. Endre became her best friend in Ivar’s absence, and every time she would let him fly, he would come back to her. She fed him, talked to him, trained him.

Sometimes she felt as if he could understand her, better than the people she was surrounded with.

It was on one chilly morning, that Ase woke up to the sound of silent knocking. Opening her eyes, she saw Endre repeatedly pounding his tiny beak into one spot in the wooden floor of her hut. She shushed him away, but he kept coming back, pounding at the same spot.

It was the spot that would always creak under Ase’s steps, but she never gave any importance to the sound, it was an old creaky hut. But now, the bird’s funny behavior made her curious.

-What is it little birdie? Is there something under the boards? The raven shrieked, swung its little wings, and moved, so Ase could remove two creaky boards, revealing a small hole in the floor, barely big enough for the book and a red canvas bag to fit in there. Cautiously, Ase took the mysterious objects out, closely studying them.

It was a grimoire - a spell book, with her mother’s name written in the bottom of the last page. Ase stared at the writing with eyes wide open, before she untied the red bag, filled with rune stones, a silver ring, and a couple of other stones she couldn’t identify. Her heart thumped wildly, the word “witch” kept drumming inside her head.

-Who in the name of Odin were you, mother? Who am I? She whispered.

Ever since Ivar’s departure, Ase felt a cloud lingering above her, and it wouldn’t go away. It got worse with Aslaug’s death. It was a prophecy of dark times that are to come, but she couldn’t get a grip to that. No one bothered her, she was left alone in the forest, under the condition she wouldn’t cause any trouble to the new queen. So Ase laid low, it was the life she was used to. Keeping silent, waiting for her Ivar to return, so she could help him bring chaos to what was now Lagertha’s kingdom. 

All hell will break loose upon the first wife of Ragnar, once Ivar finds out what she did. And Ase would do anything to make it happen, even if it meant digging deep into the secrets of her mother’s grimoire, exploring what she truly was, and what is it that she is capable of.

Often, Ase would spend her days sitting at the shore, staring at the distance, waiting. The grimoire became her companion, alongside with Endre. She was a patient one, but longing was killing her. Once a blessing, the loneliness became a burden, once a welcomed friend, silence now turned into an enemy. Ase changed, she turned into a shadow, much like a storm settling down, only to prepare itself to become stronger, fiercer, and more dangerous than she ever was. A witch being born in solitude.

It was two days before new moon’s night, and Ase was at the market, buying the things she still needed to finish the order the merchant would come pick up as always, when the rumble and noises told her something was happening. She turned her attention to the group of people staring at the sea. A single ship, an enemy ship, was approaching, and Ase’s heart skipped in her chest. Her eyes lightened up with tears of hope and happiness, as she ran towards the docks. It was Ivar, she was sure. 

She pushed her way to the front rows of the crowd that gathered waiting, right behind the shieldmaidens she stood, her eyes searching for Ivar on the approaching ship.

He looked ill, pale and barely conscious, but Ase couldn’t help but smile. As Ubbe and Sigurd helped him off the ship, with the corner of his eye, he caught her smile, and he managed to give her one in return.  He was alone, Ragnar didn’t come back. Instead of Ragnar the more rage and more vengeance have come to knock on the doors of their world.  

Giving the best of efforts not to go running to Ivar, Ase was waiting for Ubbe and Sigurd to give him the news of everything that took place in his absence, including Aslaug’s death. More than anything, Ase wanted to be there when he got the news, but she knew better than to impose on the brothers at a time like this. What also tortured her, was the fact that Ivar arrived alone. Where’s Ragnar? Is Ragnar dead too?

She jerked when the door flew open, and Sigurd and Ubbe came out of the hall. Greeting Ase with a simple nod, Ubbe showed her to enter if she wanted to.

-Did you tell him? She asked, her voice breaking.

-Yes, he knows.

Ase closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching her fists. Once she exhaled, she nodded to Ubbe, and closed the door behind her.

Ivar was sitting on the wooden chair, his elbows leaned on the table, and his face covered with his hands. He didn’t see nor hear her enter. She creeped closer, and sat down below his feet, leaning her chin on his knees. He just twitched slightly, and without looking or talking, put his hand on her head. How it ached Ase to see him so broken hearted! She took his hand from her hair, and entwined her fingers with his.

-I’m so sorry, Ivar. She whispered with a shaky voice. He pulled her up to his lap, wrapped his hands around her waist and buried his head in the crook of her neck. As soon as he felt her hands pressed firmly on his back, he started sobbing, and Ase followed.

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Really?! Your favorite oc? 😍

And hey, look who's talking about ending it?! Miss "now I'll take a break from Fever"?! 😝

The Little Witch Of Kattegat - Part XII

Pairing: Ivar & OC Ase

Wordcount: 1180 cca

Warnings: None, I think.

It took me ages, I know, but finally here’s part 12.  Hope you guys like it! :)

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You can read the previous parts here:

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelwe

*X - the spell I used :)

The Enemy

Watch your back Stay with me Someone here could be an enemy

The pregnancy helped Ase convince the people of Kattegat that she was driven simply by the motherly worries for a child unborn, a child whose father’s ambitions and vengeful aspirations were something to loathe and get away from. It wasn’t easy, gaining Lagertha’s trust, but it showed to be a lot easier than Ase originally thought it would be. The baby in her belly made things easier, but Margrethe was the key.  At some point, when they were all gone, she’d gone too - crazy.

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The little Witch of Kattegat, Part IX

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine

Pairing: Ivar & OC Ase

Wordcount: 1710 cca

Warnings: Violence

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The sight was marvelous. Her whole body trembled in fear just a mere moment ago, when she watched him lying on the ground, but as he growled now, blood covering his face, all she could do was to believe his words. He made her believe. He is Ivar the Boneless, they cannot kill him. Though he forbade her to be anywhere near the battle, she ignored his words, he had no power over her, not the power that would give him the right to command her. She creeped up the stairs to the tower, knowing it would make him angry, but worried to much too care. She watched his face, covered in blood, his voice was sending shivers down her spine. She watched everyone freeze at the sight, and it brought a smile upon her face. The sight was wondrous, he looked so beautifully insane, and she needed him so bloody much. She bit her lip strong enough to taste blood, staring at Ivar with greedy eyes.

It was another battle won, the town of York remained theirs, and another strike was given to the enemy. She found Ivar after the battle, sitting on the stairs of the altar in the Christian church. His face was still bloody, and his eyes still mad. The bodies of the dead were splattered across the room, but she didn’t mind. The things Ivar had awoken in her scared, yet intrigued her so much. This time, she would not allow him to push her away.

She was torn on the inside, ever since the two have gotten together, more so since her own madness started to feel drawn by his – torn between Ivar, and her right mind. And she kept choosing Ivar. She loved him so much, it terrified her. It terrified her what she would do for him. Moments like today, when blood would flow like a river, they made her blood run hot, she would feel the lust sting. People were dying, and all she could think of was Ivar’s body below hers. She felt it when king Aelle died, but it wasn’t this strong, she was able to resist. But this, now, there was no resisting it.

He was alone, and she approached him and straddled his lap, her lips pursuing his. She licked the blood of them, and the kiss tasted like iron, like wrath. Of all the kisses they shared, this one was different. She was kissing the devil, as her skilled fingers played around with his pants. The skirt of her dress went up, and right there, in the middle of all the death and silence, her screams tore the air apart.

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Her vision was blurry, and the morning sun didn’t make it any better, when she came bursting out of the church and away from Ivar. Angry, furious in fact, hurt and oblivious, the last thing she wanted was to break down crying in front of him.

They were fighting a lot lately. Ivar lost a lot lately, and his way of coping with it somehow included pushing Ase away, and losing one person more. It was a collision of their wishes – Ase’s wish to be by his side and chase his demons away, and Ivar’s wish for Ase to be safe, as far away from him as it was necessary. He saw the effect he had on her, he feared the things she would do for him, and he feared he would eventually ruin her. He feared that she would die, and he wouldn’t be able to stop it from happening. He saw her become restless, fearless, relentless. She, on the other hand, tried her hardest to stay by his side, no matter his angry outbursts and desperate attempts to make her go away. Though her love had known no boundaries, her patience had.

She was walking angrily, silently cursing and gesticulating while she kept yelling at him inside her mind.

-Whoa, easy there!

A voice startled her, and she felt a firm grip on her wrist, saving her the fall, and sparing her from yet another bruise.

-What did he do to you?

She blinked a few times, making the tears go away, before she fixed her gaze on the man, pulling her hand from his grip.

-People fight, king Harald. Now, if you’ll excuse me…

She liked him, but wasn’t really in a mood for a chat about lover’s quarrels with him. Turning on her heel, with hasty steps she tried to rush away, but he stopped her.

-I’ll be leaving in soon, little one, and there’s something I need to talk to you about while I’m still here.

Confused, but curious, she stopped and gave him a questioning look. Her eyebrows furrowed in a way he found so familiar, making her look exactly like a woman he once knew and loved.

-Somewhere more private, yes? Ase nodded, and followed Harald.

With everyone still celebrating the victory, the yard behind the church was empty and unusually quiet. Not knowing what to expect of this encounter, Ase kept her gaze fixed on Harald, while he tried to find the right words to start their conversation. He appeared nervous, Ase never saw him nervous. She watched him closely, the way he would rub his palms together to calm down, or how his eyes would wander around, only to avoid meeting hers. She found it funny, the fact that the great King Harald, who aspires to become the king of all Norway, would act almost as ridiculous as she does when she’s nervous. It felt like hours passed before he cleared his throat and finally started talking.

-So, Ase…when I first saw you in the Great Hall, there was something about you that seemed oddly familiar. Your hair, the way you walk, almost as if you were floating, the smile. I asked Hvitserk and Sigurd about you, and they told me a few things, but they never told me your name. I found that out from Ivar, along with the story of how you came to Kattegat, of your mother, the rumors…it just, confirmed my doubts.

She listened carefully, not sure where this conversation would eventually lead, but king Harald knew something about her that she did not, and she was ready to hear what it was. Ever since she discovered a few of her mother’s secrets, she would often wonder about her origins, about her abilities, about her family. Maybe, this was the moment to find things out.

-I met your mother on one of my raids, on the north, we were camping near the village called Rooreksgil. Her hair was as red as yours, and her spirit was as wild as yours back then. I was sad to hear she passed away. When she left, and took you with her, my heart broke and I was angry, I never thought I’d find you again, least of all in Kattegat. Yet here you are.

He cupped her face with his hands, and Ase would swear she saw a tear glistening somewhere in those eyes, whose shade of blue was so similar to hers. They were so similar to hers…

-You knew her…you are… Her thoughts were in a mess, and it was hard to form sentences while words were all mixed up, for she expected some insight into her past, her mother’s background, her story. What she got, was something entirely different.

-Yes, I’ve known her. I loved her. I thought she loved me to, but she used me to escape her home. Maybe she would have learned to love me, if her past hadn’t followed her and made her run. Sometimes, one can’t escape who one is. And the witches of Rooreksgil, they wanted what they thought was theirs. When your mother gave birth to you, she was in constant fear of you being taken by her family. They gave her up, because she always refused to practice any sort of magic, but they wouldn’t give you up. They came to claim you one day, when you turned three. Of course, I would never let them take you, but your mother, she was convinced that I can’t protect you. So one day, she was gone. And so were you.

It took a while for Ase to come to her senses. She was unaware of the tears, that were now running down her cheeks while she listened to his story and her soul ached, but her body was unresponsive. Her mind went numb, before she suddenly got angry, then happy, feelings mixing up inside of her to the point where she did not know what it is that she’s feeling. She was sitting in front of her father, the man she never thought she’d meet. And he was no monster, as her mother convinced her he would be. That woman, was anything she ever said even true?

-Did you…did you try to find her? Us?

-Oh, yes. I was trying so desperately I even asked for the help of her family. But your mother, though she was never into practicing magic, was a master of protection and veiling spells. In the first three years of your life, all she ever did was learn new spells to protect and hide you. But she got so paranoid…I guess I should have seen it coming, but I did not.

 A heavy sigh left Ase’s lungs, her hand covering her mouth, to silence the sobbing. The more she knew about her mother, the greater her list of resentments was becoming. It’s why she held on to Ivar with such force and protectiveness, his love was the only certain thing in her life. It was something she needed to keep, no matter the price.

-Now that I found you, I wouldn’t want to leave you here alone again.

She smiled warmly at him, cheeks still stained by tears, and shook her head, as she let her hand to rest on his. She was so happy, not only has her father found her, he also wanted her around, he was everything but the things her mother said he would be. Another tear escaped her, thinking how different her life could have been, if only her mother didn’t make the decision she did. And now it was Ase who needed to make her decision.

[ivars-snowflake]

I think that The Little Witch of Kattegat part 12 will finally be posted tonight! Yay, I thought I lost it, but it came back to me 🤩