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loriendragonqueen · 7 years

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New Dawn - Chapter Four

Pairing: Ivar x OC

Words: 2.742

Warnings: bad language; blood; fight; magic; explicit; pain;

Notes: So, again, the things are getting deeper and in this chapter you guys will see a side of both Ivar and Isa that not everybody have seen.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

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They woke up when the sun was about to reach the highest spot in the sky, for the queen's servants has made an improvised tent above them two. The other Ragnarssons had already returned to their boats, leaving Ivar behind.

"Sons of bitches!" he said noticing that they were ahead in their boat.

"Who cares? Here, at least, you can practice what I have taught you!" she spoke rubbing her eyes yawning.

"I understand what you say in your tongue since Kattegat!" he then sat properly.

"One thing is understand. Speak is harder!" and her female servants brought her diverse fruits in a silver tray "Sas efcharistoúme! Thank you!"

"Eán léte étsi... If you say so..." he said surprising her.

"Huum..." and she took an apricot from the tray "Fáo! Eat!"

"What is this?" he asked.

"Fáte aftó to veríkoko! Eat this apricot!" and she put it in his mouth.

And he chewed enjoying the sweetness of the fruit.

They ate and drank speaking only in her mother tongue until the high noon. Then, Isa showed him her boat from inside out, explaining about many of her people and how did they build everything there. In the end, Ivar preferred travel in the trireme with Isa than with his brothers.

A few weeks later, they finally arrived in Northumberland. It was cold and rainy, more than in the Scandinavia. Isa then ordered to her first man in command to take ten boats and leave to Mercia, just as settled in the meeting - they would occupy the realm in a silence complete.

"Anxious?" she asked to him while they were about to ashore.

"I don't know. And what about you?" and he looked to the valleys.

"I am terrified." and she laughed, "I have never fought in such way. Yes, I have killed before, but nothing compares to fight in a battlefield. I kill from the shadows; I have never faced an army before. It is terrifying but exciting!"

"I hope you doesn't die today!" he said turning his face towards her.

"Keep your crippled arse safe today, Ivar!" she smiled "Eíthe oi theoí parakolouthoún páno mas símera! May the gods watch over us today!"

The men and women then landed and started to march while the English King was in the church praying for his god. The great heathen army then settled and waited.

"Símera agonizómaste sti gi poté den eínai gnostó sto laó mas. Símera tha xekinísoume to taxídi mas stin aioniótita. Óti o thánatos gínontai dektés próthyma ólous ekeínous pou stélnoume stin diéfthynsi sas. Óti ta onómata mas antichoún gia tin aioniótita!" she yelled to her men rising her sword to the sky.

"What is she saying?" Sigurd asked to Ubbe while they watched her speak to her one thousand and five hundred men.

"I don't know. She is strange!" Ubbe said frowning.

"She said 'Today we fight on lands never known by our people. Today we begin our journey towards eternity. May death willingly accept all those whom we send to their abode. May our names echo for eternity!" Ivar said in a haughty tone, grinning satisfied.

His brothers looked at him with wide eyes.

"How do you know?" Hvitserk questioned.

"Why do you think I have set her free, brother?"

"I thought she has bewitched you. Or, maybe, that you had lost your mind!" Hvitserk said mocking.

"What else did she taught you?" Ubbe asked.

"You will know at the right time, brother!"

Isa then kissed the blade of her sword and her men cried out loud:

"Gia ti Vasílissa! Gia Isanthya! Ahu! Ahu! Ahu! For the Queen! For Isanthya!"

Isa then bowed to them and knelt as a sign of respect. After that, she swung her sword and sheathed the blade. She remained silent.

The king's army did not take long to appear. It wasn't much than three thousand men.

"Shame!" Isa thought sighing "Párte to kástro! Take the castle!" she yelled to half of her men who obeyed instantly.

In less than expected, the sea of heathens wiped out the christian army. The frontline was capable to decimate them all, spilling their blood on the muddy soil. With the christian king subdued, they settled the camp.

"Shame!" she said to King Aelle in his tongue while cleaning her sword under her left arm.

"What?" he asked frightened while a norse man tied him.

"I thought that a man like you would be a fair challenge. I was wrong. You hide yourself behind your god while act like one. I was expecting ten thousand men ready to fight to death for their land and the love of their king. I was wrong once more!" and she put her sword on her belt.

"Spare me. You are not like them. I can pay you much more than they are!" he begged in despair.

"You cannot pay me the price of loyalty and respect, for you has none of it. Quia Deus miserere animae tuae, christian man! May your god have mercy of your soul!" and she made the sign of the cross in the air towards him.

Aelle wided his eyes and before he could say a word, he was dragged by the rocky ground until the place he tortured and killed King Ragnar.

With a long whistle, a horse rode to her coming from afar. She mounted and followed Ivar's chariot. They went to the pit of snakes.

"Here is where father died!" Ivar said crawling to the pit now open.

King Aelle then tried to bargain his life, but it was useless. The ritual of the blood eagle then begun.

Isa stood in the back, almost beside Ubbe while Floki pinned the king's hand with long dowels like his christian god in a wooden trap. Bjorn then opened the king's back with a glowing knife, making him scream like a pig about to be killed. When the oldest of the Ragnarssons begun to break Aelle's ribs, an eagle cried from the sky and flew right through the bleeding man and landed on the shoulder of the young queen. Everybody thought it was an omen from the gods.

The eagle stood perched upon her shoulder until the death take the king. Isa knew that it was a good sign of her men from Mercia. She grinned cunningly.

"We shall go to the castle!" she said to the eagle and it took flight.

Isa whistled again and mounted the horse.

"The castle is ours, we shall feast there tonight!" she said loud and about to take the path to the camp.

She rode like the wind to gather her men and go to the taken palace. So they went.

"To domátió sas eínai étoimo, kyría mou! Your room is ready, my lady!" the female servant said.

"Sas efcharistoúme! Thank you!" she said being led by the servant.

A bath was ready and waiting for her. Warm and perfumed water. It was a balm to her nerves. Isa then bathed slowly and took her time to get ready to the feast.

After put a red dress on and let her hair loose, she went to the outside of the castle. She was glowing like a goddess when the north men cruised the gates. They went astonished by her beauty.

"Come, my brethren, let’s drink the life!" she said with open arms.

All the men were served. They ate and drank like always while the greek musicians played many songs. Isa danced like always and everybody went to sleep almost in the first’s sunbeams.

Before the darkest hour of the dawn, Isa awoke with some painful moans. She got concerned, for she knew the owner of that tone.

"Ivar?" she called for him after walking bare feet down the halls of the castle and find him in one of the distant bedrooms. He was clearly in pain.

When Isa touched him, she felt all the ache in her waist down. It was excruciating.

"Oh..." she said touching his face "Show me your legs!"

He shook his head as a no.

"I can help, please!" and he pulled his furs out, leaving his legs at sight by the first time "Take a deep breath!"

And he obeyed.

Isa then warmed her hands and touched his lower limbs, massaging one leg at time, intoning old chants while still feeling his pain torture her own body. After moments, his pain got lighter, but it was strong still.

"Come with me, I have herb balms in my chamber that are capable of easing your pain entirely!" she whispered while covering his legs with the fur again "Can you follow me?"

He nodded and then they went to her room. She helped him to lay in the bed and then she got the balms and oils.

"Take your clothes off, please!" she asked after a deep breath.

He obeyed.

She warmed her hands once more before taking part of the balm and part of the menthol oil to spread all over his legs. She was careful not to hurt him while strongly massaging his muscles.

"Now I need you to turn on your belly. I have to take care of you entirely!" and he did what she said, allowing her to almost mount him from the back.

Isa worked on his muscles for a while until she felt that his pain was gone.

"Better?" she asked seeing him relaxed.

"Much. Thank you!" and he turned his back on the bed and saw her smiling.

"Good!" and she leant on him ready to kiss his lips.

Ivar pulled her closer, hugging her and making her lay upon him. His hands traveled across her skin and she knew that he wanted her.

"I won't fuck you yet, Ivar, you know that!" she said touching their foreheads.

"Then let me sleep here. Just sleep!" he asked while kissing her neck.

"You rascal. I help you and all you want is to take me under you!" she giggled.

"I promise I will not try anything!" he kissed her cheek.

"Therefore, you can sleep here with me. I know that you cannot sleep well far from my body!" and she kissed his lips before lean to his side to lie on the bed.

"Oh you smug pet!" he turned to her side and passed his arm on her waist.

"You're welcome, Ivar!" she said while threading her fingers in between his.

He spooned her and then slept smelling the sweet perfume of her hair.

The two sleeping in the large bed close to the fireplace woke up with the sound of the rain in the early morning. They remained in each other's arms during the whole sleep. It has become sort of a habit since the night at the barn although she has left him for months after that. Ivar would never admit, but since she was gone his nights wasn't the same. Watch her sleep every night were soothing for him. Their strange bond also affected him in many ways.

Sleepy, Isa closed her eyes unable to get off the bed and face the cold. It was cozy to have Ivar grabbed on her body, breathing calmly in the gap of her neck. She could get used to that for the rest of her life.

"We need to get up!" he whispered tightening his arms around her.

She shook her head and hummed a negative answer.

"Since when you became so lazy, monster?" he teased after yawn.

"It is not laziness. I just do not want to face the world right now. I am close to paradise here with you. It would be a shame to let it go so easily because we have to continue the raid!" she spoke in a tender voice with eyes still shut.

"Why you always do this to me, Isa?" and he hugged her even more.

"It is because I know that you worth my sweetness and the pain that may come with it. You deserve to see me as I am when I am alone with you and you not try to be tough!" and she slid her fingers through his hair after touching his cheek.

His heart went fast.

"You are waking up things inside me that I did not know that existed. It might be dangerous!" and he brought his hand up to her neck, gripping it with a little strength.

"No worries, brat, I will not tell the world that Ivar the Boneless has a soft side. What would I gain if the women know that you are more up to being Ivar the Tenderness? I rather to have you sweet just for me!" she giggled.

"Look what you do to me, witch!" he giggled too before pressing his hard manhood in her arse.

"It is because your body already knows that you love me!" she said and turned around just to see him flush.

He swallowed in silence, what made her smile.

Isa kissed him softly in the beginning, rolling to be upon him, ready to intensify her act. But, suddenly, someone knocked at the door. She growled before getting up and see who was the inconvenient. It was Hvitserk.

"We are leaving before the noon." he said looking at her transparent raiment.

"I know." she said drawing his attention to her lips.

"We know, brother!" Ivar yelled from the bed.

Hvitserk then entered the room without ceremony just to see Ivar laying naked with his hands on the back of his head.

"I am sorry to frustrate your plans of fucking her this morning, brother, but, as you see, she is claimed!" Ivar said sitting.

"Claimed... Right... I am not a slave to be claimed by none of you. Bite your tongues the both of you!" and she frown a bit angry.

Hvitserk choked a laugh while Ivar shown confusion.

"But I would not fuck you, Hvitserk. You are not worthy. Not until now, not the way I cherish!" she completed.

Then Ivar laughed aloud.

"Maybe some day, big boy. Maybe you change the way I see you!" and she showed him the door so he could leave.

Ivar stop laughing.

"I thought you were mine!" he said when his brother left and she closed the door.

"I am mine until the day I give myself to someone else!" she grinned "Where was I?"

Isa walked towards the bed like a wild cat, crawling upon the furs, ready to kiss him with greed.

"You are fickle. Unbelievable!" he said.

"Hate me then!" she whispered in his right ear making him shiver.

"Do not play with me, woman!" and he grabbed her wrists, holding them behind her back.

"Or what?" and she licked his lips.

"You are the evil, Isa, the pure evil!" he said while she sat on his lap.

"And you are harder than before. I really wish you inside me, making me scream your name louder than never. But not before we fight against Ecbert's army." and she bit his lower lip.

"You are going to drive me insane, you fucking monster!" he growled about to bite her neck.

She laughed like a kid.

"Please, Ivar, not my neck. Your beard... I have tickles!" she begged between the giggles.

"Oh, now you say please?" and he continued to bite her slightly while rubbing his morning beard on her skin.

Ivar then put her on the bed and laid on top of her, holding her hands upon her head. At that moment, his member started to touch her in her entrance.

"By the gods, Ivar..." she said still laughing "I want you to fuck me so hard! Fuck!"

"You only have to ask..." he rustled close to her mouth.

Her eyes then went white and her laugh stopped abruptly.

She saw herself losing blood in the battlefield, surrounded by men and women. And from far, she saw Ivar being hit by a spear. Her heart stopped in the moment he fell from his chariot. She came back to herself bursting in tears.

"Ivar!" she sighed and embraced him as strong as possible.

"What did you saw?" he asked worried.

"We shall respect my gods’ will, please!" she said sobbing, hugging him harder, afraid of losing him.

"Isa, what did you saw?" he asked again even more concerned.

"Just lay here with me a little longer, please!" she begged with a clumsy voice.

Then he laid his head in her bust until her calm returns.

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fortunetellersdilettante · 4 years

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" Mi lernis ne zorgi pri amo; sed honori ĝian alvenon per mia tuta koro. Ne estis la sento de tuteco, kiun mi tiel bezonis, sed la sento de ne esti malplena Hvis din medfølelse ikke inkluderer dig selv, er den ufuldstændig, jeg er fri, og det er derfor, jeg er fortabt. På grund af dit smil, gør du livet smukkere. Nogle mennesker leder efter et smukt sted, andre gør et sted smukt. Tårer skur for mig selv er tårer af svaghed, men tårer, der kaster for andre, er et tegn på styrke. Husk, livet er en rejse. Hvis du fik alt, hvad du ville have på én gang, var der ingen mening med at leve. Nyd turen, og i sidste ende vil du se disse ”bagud” som gigantiske spring fremad, kun du kunne ikke se det større billede i øjeblikket. Forbliver rolig, alt er inden for rækkevidde; alt hvad du skal gøre er at dukke op hver dag, forblive tro mod din sti, og du vil helt sikkert finde den skat, du søger. 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Απολαύστε τη βόλτα, και στο τέλος θα δείτε αυτά τα «πλάτη» καθώς ο γίγαντας πηδά μπροστά, μόνο δεν θα μπορούσατε να δείτε τη μεγαλύτερη εικόνα αυτή τη στιγμή. Παραμείνετε ήρεμοι, όλα είναι προσιτά. το μόνο που έχετε να κάνετε είναι να εμφανίζεται καθημερινά, να είστε πιστοί στο μονοπάτι σας και σίγουρα θα βρείτε τον θησαυρό που αναζητάτε. Τα πιο όμορφα πράγματα στον κόσμο δεν μπορούν να φανούν ούτε να αγγίζονται, γίνονται αισθητά με την καρδιά. " Έμαθα να μην ανησυχώ για την αγάπη. αλλά για να τιμήσω τον ερχομό του με όλη μου την καρδιά. Δεν ήταν το αίσθημα πληρότητας που χρειαζόμουν, αλλά το αίσθημα ότι δεν έμεινα άδειοEán i sympónia sas den perilamvánei ton eaftó sas, eínai ellipís, eímai eléftheros kai gi 'aftó chánomai, Lógo tou chamógelou sas, kánete ti zoí pio ómorfi, Merikoí ánthropoi anazitoún éna ómorfo méros, álloi kánoun éna méros ómorfo. giatí o eaftós eínai dákrya adynamías, allá ta dákrya pou ríchnontai gia tous állous eínai éna simádi dýnamis. Thymitheíte, i zoí eínai éna taxídi. Eán échete óla ósa thélete taftóchrona den tha échei nóima na zísete. Apoláfste ti vólta, kai sto télos tha deíte aftá ta «pláti» kathós o gígantas pidá brostá, móno den tha boroúsate na deíte ti megalýteri eikóna aftí ti stigmí. Parameínete íremoi, óla eínai prositá. to móno pou échete na kánete eínai na emfanízetai kathimeriná, na eíste pistoí sto monopáti sas kai sígoura tha vreíte ton thisavró pou anazitáte. Ta pio ómorfa prágmata ston kósmo den boroún na fanoún oúte na angízontai, gínontai aisthitá me tin kardiá. " Ématha na min anisychó gia tin agápi. allá gia na timíso ton erchomó tou me óli mou tin kardiá. Den ítan to aísthima plirótitas pou chreiazómoun, allá to aísthima óti den émeina ádeio Wenn dein Mitgefühl dich nicht einschließt, ist es unvollständig, ich bin frei und deshalb bin ich verloren. Durch dein Lächeln machst du das Leben schöner. Manche Menschen suchen einen schönen Ort, andere machen einen Ort schön. Tränen vergießen denn Selbst sind Tränen der Schwäche, aber Tränen, die für andere vergossen werden, sind ein Zeichen der Stärke. Denken Sie daran, das Leben ist eine Reise. Wenn Sie alles auf einmal hätten, was Sie wollten, hätte es keinen Sinn zu leben. Genießen Sie die Fahrt und am Ende werden Sie diese "Rückschläge" als riesige Sprünge nach vorne sehen, nur dass Sie im Moment das Gesamtbild nicht sehen konnten. Bleib ruhig, alles ist in Reichweite; Alles, was Sie tun müssen, ist, jeden Tag aufzutauchen, Ihrem Weg treu zu bleiben, und Sie werden mit Sicherheit den Schatz finden, den Sie suchen. Die schönsten Dinge der Welt können nicht gesehen oder berührt werden, sie werden mit dem Herzen gefühlt. “ Ich habe gelernt, mir keine Sorgen um die Liebe zu machen. aber um sein Kommen von ganzem Herzen zu ehren. Es war nicht das Gefühl der Vollständigkeit, das ich so brauchte, sondern das Gefühl, nicht leer zu sein sympónia sas den perilamvánei ton eaftó sas, eínai ellipís, eímai eléftheros kai gi 'aftó chánomai, Lógo tou chamógelou sas, kánete ti zoí pio ómorfi, Merikoí ánthropoi anazitoún enos ómómo giatí o eaftós eínai dákrya adynamías, allá ta dákrya pou ríchnontai gia tous állous eínai ena simádi dýnamis. Thymitheíte, i zoí eínai ena taxídi. Eán echete óla ósa thélete taftóchrona den tha échei nóima na zísete. Apoláfste ti vólta, kai sto télos tha deíte aftá ta "pláti" kathós o gígantas pidá brostá, móno den tha boroúsate na deíte ti megalýteri eikóna aftí ti stigmí. Parameínete íremoi, óla eínai prositá. to móno pou échete na kánete eínai na emfanízetai kathimeriná, na eíste pistoí sto monopáti sas kai sígoura tha vreíte ton thisavró pou anazitáte. Ta pio ómorfa prágmata ston kósmo den boroún na fanoún oúte na angízontai, gínontai aisthitá me tin kardiá. "Ématha na min anisychó gia tin agápi. Allá gia na timíso ton erchomó tou me óli mou tin kardiá. Den ítan to aísthima plirótitas pou chreiazómoun, allá to aísthima óti den émeina ádeio

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tourism-news · 7 years

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Economist: «Kaló taxídi»

«Kaló taxídi» σε όσους επιλέξουν την Ελλάδα για τις διακοπές τους εύχεται ο Economist, με δημοσίευμά του για τον ελληνικό τουρισμό.

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jasellejourney-blog · 7 years

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Marigot Bay (the journey to) • St Lucia • • • • • • • #viajar #travelgram #dventuras #viagem #seikksilu #eventyr #Luonto #ivvjaģģar #seyahat #travelista #Reise #igrtravel #kalikasan #reisen #travelstagram #mochilao #priroda #tourismys #travelblogger #viajante #viajarfazbem #traveladdict #travellife #viajar #taxídi #viaggio #putovati #igtravel #stlucia #iamtb #nature (at Rainforest Hideaway)

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stressfm-podcasts · 8 years

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Partícula #4

(PT)

"O colectivo Ek4t3 nasceu em Milão nos primeiros meses de 2014 da união de várias pessoas vindas de diferentes meios artísticos. Tudo começou com uma faixa colocada no SoundCloud e, após mais e mais feedback positivo, decidimos produzir o primeiro lançamento físico: D4rk3r Side Debut EP e um pouco depois, o primeiro videoclip: "Taxídi Saránta Tría", entrando em contato com diferentes realidades como Serigrafia / Xilografia e edição de vídeo / visual.

O nosso ponto forte é a constante colaboração internacional, que permite uma troca diária de ideias, fotos, trexos de músicas, erros; Tudo material dos artístas do colectivo, disponibilizado ao próprio colectivo. Sobretudo falamos de Witch house, mas também dark electronic, ambient e noise. O que nos une é a escuridão.

Estamos actualmente a trabalhar na terceira edição física e na quarta edição digital, com foco na aparência visual: novos vídeos a chegar ao nosso canal do YouTube!"

(ENG)

Ek4t3 collective born in Milan during the early months of 2014 from the union of more people coming from different artistic ambients. It all started with a track posted in SoundCloud and, finding more and more positive feedback, we have decided to produce the first phisical release: D4rk3r Side Debut EP and a little bit after the first videoclip "Αριάδνη - Taxídi Saránta Tría", coming in contact with different realities like Silk-Screen Printing / Woodcut and Visual / VideoEditing.

Our strength is a constant international collaboration, which allows a daily exchange of ideas, photos, song clippings, errors; all material from the collective artists made available to the collective itself. Mostly we talk about witch house, but also dark electronic, ambient and noise. What unites us is darkness.

We are currently working on the third physical release and the fourth in digital, with a focus on visual appearance: new videos incoming in our YouTube channel!

Playlist:

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D4RK3R Side Distorted Moon Feelings (Portugal Exclusive)

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HEK4TONK3IR Cobratoxin (Portugal Exclusive)

svmmrtime ℝ☼TTεD flesh △ugust holid△ys

Shabboo Harper Emergency (Portugal Exclusive)

[XVIILeLune] ▇▇⍒⋮ⓢ⋳R⋀ ⊦ ⊙ ⍉Nt●®T✝On ▇▇

N#27 W4T3R CIRCUS aboveyourhead (Portugal Exclusive)

Szten N.S. ANSIA[43] (feat. D4RK3R SIDE)

WearsYouDown + Hek4tonk3ir + D4rk3r Side + N#27 DayDR43M

VΛLS☰ †RISГ☰ SUMMONER (Portugal Exclusive)