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bjornswoman · 1 year ago

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Rival's touch

Author's note: Hello there! Thank you for reading this story. This was supposed to be the last part part of it but there will be a couple more of it to unravel the story properly. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Pairing: Ubbe x Reader.

Genre: Mini!series, drama, angst, smut, slight romance.

Summary: The next day finds you wrecked and prisoner in a miserable situation.

Warning: Violence (emotional and physical), mentions of strangulation, strong language, smut and unprotected sex.

My enemy and me masterlist | Nemesis's wish | Enemy's cruelty |

Life had always been cruel to you, but never this way.

You were a prisoner in your own misery, never stepping out of your cell – your chamber – except from some rare moments that you lacked the option of staying back in the loneliness of your room.

You had never felt more horrible – not even when you thought that sharing a life with Ubbe after your marriage in a house of your own would be awful.

Every day felt the same.

One more day you had to pretend that you you were strong enough. One more day you were trying to keep your mind from going insane. One more day you had to bear with the tortures of your damned fate.

The only comforting part of this unbearable punishment was that you had your son close to you. The two of you had been inseparable the past days. He had started mumbling little words which he was the only one knowing the meaning after them – he hadn't spoken a proper word yet. However, you were suspecting that he was going to speak it soon.

Ubbe wasn't spending much time with you. He came once or twice per day to check on his son and spend some time with him. Within that amount of time, you didn't exchange many words or any at all. You were keeping your distance from him after your conversation with him on his wedding night with Margrethe.

As for the nights – you hadn't shared any in the same room. He was newly-wed and you didn't want to be in the same place as him – you would endure that as a chore if it was necessary, but never out of your own choice.

Now, you were forced to put on your fakest of smiles and stay close to Ubbe and his wife to greet the quests. You were pretending to be fine with all this situation while it was clearly the other way around. You thought only fair of him to let you leave him to save your dignity without all the drama that followed after your attempt free yourself from your misery. Obviously, he wasn't as fair as they spoke when it came to his own matters.

You had never seen Ubbe's fairness and his reasonable self in person and you would never because it was non-existent. He was just like any other typical Viking man – caring only about himself, criticizing the others when he was just the same as them. Just another hypocrite who treated his own wife like she was his property. Probably things didn't go the same with Margrethe, considering that she was the bride of his liking and the fact that she was a good manipulator when it came to men – another fine quality the slave girls had. But this quality was the only thing that you liked – or better adored – about her.

On the other hand, you neither were a fine pretender nor a good manipulator. That was your main problem – your displeasure along with your feelings weren't stuff you were controlling or hiding. Though Margrethe was good at it – she was good at playing the innocent victim – but you could see past that. She was anything but. Of course at the others eyes, while Margrethe was the good girl, you were the villain.

Probably the part you liked the most was that of you being the villain and the one you despised was that of her being the innocent girl of the story. What an ironical and hypocritical way to think considering she was the one who kept having intimate relationships with a married man – your husband.

The happy voice of your son got you out of your thoughts and turned your eyes on him – your realest smile formed on your face when you saw him mumbling his own words. He was on Ubbe's lap – big blue eyes were holding his father's identical gaze as he was talking to him. You glanced at Ubbe just for a second and you felt your heart clenching – he was chuckling the whole time, answering back at your son in a way that you wouldn't even imagine someone could.

You snapped your eyes away from his imposing form before someone could notice you glancing. You tried to remind yourself all the horrible things he had done to you – all the things that you hated him about. All the things which were standing between you and tearing you apart. The most important one of those reasons was seated on his left side carrying his child.

"Ubbe, I think he is kicking!" Margrethe exclaimed and pulled his hand on her belly clumsily without caring about the fact that Ubbe was holding your son with that same hand. Ubbe smiled when he felt the slight feeling of his baby's kick on her belly, but the smile left his face instantly when his eyes met yours after you grabbed your son and placed him on your lap. You were furious but tried to contain your anger because of the people who were surrounding the Hall.

You wanted to say something smart in a bitter way to undermine and belittle her about the fact she was so sure that she was carrying a boy, but you stayed silent – forced yourself to keep your mouth shut. You remembered Ubbe's threats. You had to be smarter – and you would be if you didn't let him know your thoughts. You knew that Ubbe's wrath would fell upon you if you decided to give him a piece of your mind.

You had to retreat in your chamber when Ragnar was getting sleepy and was whining. Ubbe insisted when you had moved in in the Great Hall to let some thrall taking care of your son, but you dismissed that idea. You wouldn't let anyone that close to your son, especially a thrall – you didn't trust them taking care of your most valuable and precious treasure, you beloved son.

You had placed him inside his crib and were merely some inches away undoing your braided hair, whispering to him the whole time to put him to sleep. When you understood that this wasn't working, you held him on your hands and started walking around the room telling him anything in a soft tone of voice. You were so occupied that you neither heard the door opening and closing nor footsteps coming towards your place.

"Da-da." Your son said and stopped you from walking and talking. He had said his first word and it was this word – he was calling his father. If you said that you didn't feel the slightest of jealousy at the sound of it, you would be a liar, but apart from that you were so happy that he had finally said a word – one that you could understand as well.

Only if Ubbe had heard as well. Only if he was there too.

"Da-da!" Ragnar exclaimed again and you smiled, caressing his small head. He was even pointing something behind your back but you didn't turn to see what he was pointing out.

Not until you heard him exhaling. Before you turn, you clenched your son on your chest scared and then you finally turned around. To your relief you spotted Ubbe gazing surprised and very happy at your son.

"I didn't notice you getting in. Have you – have you been standing here for a long time?" You were rambling on as Ubbe was taking some closer steps towards you.

You expected him to hold his son and be on edge out of happiness because he heard as well his son's first word – being Ragnar calling his father. Instead Ubbe seemed to have other plans. He dropped his enraged gaze on your shorter form. You didn't like the way he was eyeing you – you knew it meant argument and you were tired after the last time you fought with him.

"Of course you didn't notice me coming in, because your mind is flying! What do you think that would have happened if it hadn't been me and had been somebody else, huh?" He growled and you sighed sharply. He was starting again with this conversation – you being a bad mother. "Gods, how can you be so reckless!" Ubbe yelled in front of your face and turned around running his hands through his braided hair frustrated. He even dropped some of the decorations off the table nearby.

You placed your son in his crib and smiled at him, tired because of all this situation – the indifferent situation.

"First of all keep your anger for yourself and stop with the yelling." Your calm tone was enraging him even more than whatever the reason his heart was burning with anger and maybe hatred was before. "Secondly, I didn't suppose that—"

Ubbe saw red and didn't even let you finish, his hand wrapped forcefully and tightly around your throat, taking your breath away. You didn't even try to break free this time from his grip – after all this wasn't new for you, he had done it before. There were so few harmful things that he hadn't done to you yet. You weren't afraid – or you tried not to let him see that you were even a little.

"You suppose. You fucking suppose. That's all you fucking do." With each word, he was pressing your neck more. Although, his voice was softer – he didn't yell this time – but he wasn't calm either.

"I di-dn't... suppose... that... any-one... would... dare." You muttered out of breath because of his strong hand on your neck. He loosened his grip, but not entirely. You couldn't still breathe normally, but it was better than previously. "Not when... when you are... out there." Your eyes were on his the whole time.

Ubbe sighed angrily once more and left your throat – he would storm out. Both of your hands gripped the leather tunic he wore right after he took his hands away from you and you kept him there – on his previous position, before you. Before you could even form a word, you steadied yourself by the grip on his clothes, because your vision was blurry. When you were fine, you turned your eyes back on his.

"Don't ever say that I don't care... about my... son. That I am not... a good mother." You whispered at him and let your hands fall from his chest.

"My son." Was the only thing Ubbe managed to growl. His hands straightened his clothes and stormed out of the room slamming the door shut behind him.

When he left, you let your hands run through your flesh. The part he had been holding before, was burning now – under your soft touch –but you didn't mind. This was nothing comparing to that destructive night – to the pain of that night when he threatened to take your son away in case you didn't obey his demand.

You knew you had lost the war between you two that certain night. So there wasn't a reason for you to fight him anymore – that was the actual reason you didn't yell at him or fight back when he accused you of bad motherhood again. You were tired and defeated.

You didn't stop the tears when they demanded to fall from your eyes. Instead you let them stream to your cheeks. Those were tears out of frustration about your defeat – you hated the fact that he had won.

But it was all worth it – the humiliation, the torments, everything – you stayed and obeyed because of Ragnar the Younger. He was your strength. Your sweet boy who was so silent inside his crib when his father was yelling at you. Apparently he was used to this toxic behaviour of yours and you hated yourself for that. However, you hated Ubbe more because he was the person to bring this awful nature of yours in light.

His blue eyes were gazing at you as you were whispering his lullaby at him and wiping away the tears at the same time. You had to be strong for him – he had to see you smile even pretending to smile, not cry. In a very little amount of time, he was asleep and you left from his side.

You placed your body on a wooden chair and traced your fingers too slow on your aching neck. It wasn't hurting anymore. Though you were sure that he had left his mark there – one that you should cover with the colar of your dresses.

You stayed on the chair for some time, gazing at the wall. Your head was empty. The fingers of both your hands were tangled on the table. You didn't know how much time you had spent staring at the wall like that, but the sound of the door opening got you out of your mind. In fact, it startled you and you stood up from your seat instantly.

Ubbe came into the room once more for the night and closed the door softly behind him this time. You crossed your hands in front of your chest – a defensive move of your part. He seemed calmer, but you could never be sure with this guy – he was able to snap out of nothing.

Your eyes were studying each step he was taking that was leading him closer to you. You had to be prepared, though there weren't much unexpected things he could do to you – just a couple maybe and you wouldn't be surprised if he did them.

For a couple of minutes both of you didn't share a word. You wanted to know the reason he left his wife to come to you because there should be a serious one he did that, but didn't ask him. At some point, you didn't even want him to be here, but you couldn't tell him to leave either. So you stood like this – one facing the other without talking.

"Is he sleeping?" Ubbe broke the silence first and you almost choked on your own saliva when you heard his hoarse voice.

You coughed before your answer.

"Yes, he had been sleepy from the beginning of the feast." You answered and let your hands fall from your chest. A movement that he noticed the moment you decided to do it.

"Right." Ubbe said raspy.

"Yes." You answered and after that there was for once again an awkward silence between you. One that both of you knew damn well. It had always been like that back when you lived together at your former house. The nights he got home sober were filled with this same uncomfortable silence.

"Shouldn't you go back to her?" You couldn't stop yourself from the wince you made when you referred to her. His grimace changed again. His features hardened and you knew that a second round was about to start – this time coming from you. You couldn't keep the burn on your throat from acting this way. Even her name was enough to light up the fire inside you.

"Her name is Margrethe." He growled and you clicked your tongue inside your mouth in annoyance. Even if you wanted to forget it, it wouldn't be easy when everyone was reminding you about her and her stupid name.

"Yeah, I can recall her name." Your voice was challenging him and you knew it by yourself, but you couldn't help it. You wanted peace after your defeat, but when it came to her, you lost all the little amount of patience you had.

"In this case call her by her name when you talk about her."

You scoffed when you heard him and you could practically feel the way his jaw clenched. Your scoff came out naturally not only because you were talking about that certain person, but because it reminded you of something else.

"This reminds me of something." You confessed with a bitter smirk on your face at the recall of the memory.

"My name is (Y/N)."

"I can recall your name."

"Then use it when you are referring to me!"

You could swear that he knew exactly what you were talking about. You could see the memory flashing before his eyes.

That memory felt so old and it was just a week and a half before. Who could have imagined that all this chaos could have been caused within a glimpse of the eye – not you for sure. But that was how life was. All the life-changing events were happening quickly. So people could take impulsive decisions that would haunt them all their lives.

"This feels so far and yet there's so little amount of time that has passed since that day. All our lives has changed. It's fascinating how rapid time flows and people can do nothing to stop it. The only thing we can do is trying to keep up with it." He was speaking the truth, like he was processing himself all the stuff that had happened.

You shook your head. Your tongue wanted to spill its poison once more. It was burning you. You couldn't keep it in anymore.

"In our case it wasn't time who changed our lives. It was you who wrecked them." You emphasized on the verbs, putting the blame on him for everything once more.

He was getting more angry each time you were speaking. You knew it well, but you didn't manage to contain yourself and prevent you from saying those things. However, you weren't lying – you were speaking only truth – which apparently was hurting him to hear about it again.

"As if you were the perfect one in this story. As if you ever treated me as I am actually your friend – let alone your husband. As if you ever treated me like I am not your enemy." He stopped talking and started walking closer to you. There had been a long distance between you before and now there had been nothing. He was very close to you. You frowned at the closeness. "We both fucked up, but you refuse to take up the responsibility of your actions. You refuse to acknowledge that you fucked up as I did."

You wanted to laugh at that and cry at same time. You knew you weren't perfect – actually you knew that you were far from that. You knew you had to take up your own responsibility, but still he had fucked bigger time than you. He was the one to drive you on edge and almost drop you from that same edge.

You didn't manage to find the correct answer to outsmart his words – to stop him from whatever he was about to say. Your ability to compose words together had left your mind. The only thing you were able to do was just staring at him.

The other thing you knew was that you hated him and you repeated that over and over again to yourself – so you would never forget and change your mind.

"We are the only people who drew ourselves to destruction because we gave in to our hatred for each other. Maybe at the end of the day, we hate each other more than we want to put our lives in order."

You looked at him directly in his eyes. He wasn't stepping back from the gaze. It was intensive and hidding truths. You swallowed and decided to ask a question which was eating you alive after you heard his last words.

"Why?" You muttered softly. Ubbe frowned – he couldn't find the right answer because he couldn't understand the question. "Why are you hating me so much?" This time you sounded like a child – one that was scolded by its parents and didn't really know the reason.

He was surprised by your own question, for one moment you caught him off guard. Even himself couldn't find the right answer to that, but there should have been one.

You shook your head and took up the opportunity of his confusion to put yourself together.

"I mean I had never found the reason about it. Though I suspected it had to be the fact that you didn't get to be with Margrethe, but as the time went I thought it might be something in addition to that. And the reason my feelings are mutual I think that you get it." You tried to explain in a very different tone of voice – in one that reminded him more of yourself unlike the previous one you had when you asked him the reason behind all this hatred.

Ubbe coughed and then swallowed. One long breath and his eyes met yours again. His gaze held yours and you could see that there was something different – a different glint. A strange one you hadn't spotted before.

"All this time I assumed that I hated you because you were the reason I couldn't be with the woman I desired and that was partially the truth." His words were sincere coming out of the button of his heart – that was how it felt to you, making your own heart beating in a different stranger way.

"You aren't the easiest person to live with, you should know." He stopped – a long pause for one more long breath. You felt agony – your hands were sweating, your heart was beating faster and you weren't aware of the reason behind all these symptoms.

"The truth is..." One more pause. You could see that it wasn't easy for him to say it – neither to accept whatever it was. It had to be something powerful because it caused both of you to be under its control and act weird.

At that last pause you almost felt your own breath caught in your lungs. Ubbe was no better – his voice was faltering.

One more breath – for both of you.

"You are driving me crazy." He confessed and after that you felt like you could breathe normally again. Your heart didn't share the same tendency – it was still beating extremely fast inside your chest. "I don't know. When I am around you, when we talk, when we fight, I feel like I am losing myself. I am becoming someone else. Most of times I don't like the man that comes out of me because it's more like I am no man anymore. I am a... beast." This time you could say that his voice was indeed faltering in some words, but you weren't paying much attention to that.

"Those animalistic instincts wake up in me and I can't control them. They came out and before I even process the situation it's you and I on the battlefield in an endless battle about dominion."

Before you could control your own mind and tongue, you spoke.

"Are you fighting back those instincts now?"

"Yes."

Before you were aware of it, his hands were pressing your neck again, taking your breath away. His eyes still on yours felt like they were competing each other which pair would dare to look away first.

"You are getting the animal out of me. You can't imagine how many times I have pictured myself forcing my hands on your throat, gripping you tightly until you can move no more." His hoarse voice wasn't louder than a whisper delivered in your ear.

You didn't know what your reaction should have been. It certainly wasn't the right one. You should be afraid being that close to a man who just confessed that has pictured himself strangling you to death. You should have done something about that, but all you felt was powerless and urged to know the next action of his.

"You had told me once that you could kill me and nobody would know it was you. Why didn't you do it?" You were playing with the fire out there and you were aware of it damn well. Yet the fire was alluring enough to make you forget about the dangers it hid.

A vicious smirk that you have seen before formed on his face just when his grip around your neck forced you to lift your head up to watch him better. The blue of his eyes you were used to was darker than his usual one, but never this dark. It was like it wasn't blue anymore.

"That would be too easy, when I can torment you all the ways I want."

At this point, you didn't know the man you were married to. The Ubbe people were used to and this man had nothing in common – apart from the name and the physical appearance. But, that was the one you were used to. That was the person you knew as your husband.

Maybe it was true that the ones who seem better than the others hid the worst part of themselves. People said Ivar was darker, but they hadn't encountered Ubbe – the real Ubbe.

Ubbe, a name which meant wolf and that was what you were facing – a wolf hungry for blood. Your blood.

The hand around your throat was enough to control you – he moved you by it and threw you on your bed. Your eyes widened – this had all taken a very different way than the one you had had in your mind. Well, you holped just for a fight, a conflict maybe – not to wake the wolf like that. You had never thought of getting a glimpse of something like that with Ubbe. Even with that version of Ubbe, that darker one you knew better.

A part of you – one that you hated – wanted to found your boundaries and drive him on edge, like he had done to yourself multiple times. This part probably was trying to avoid – if not forget – all the horrible things he did to you. But, as much as you were trying to force your mind to bring back in your thoughts all the reasons you had to hate him, it did quite the opposite.

The only thing you could think of was his hands wrapping tightly around other parts of your body that weren't your throat. It felt forbidden. It was forbidden. You should send him away.

You were laying on the bed while he was standing before you, eyeing you like a predator his prey and – fuck – you felt like his fucking prey, because he was devouring you with his eyes, or that was how it felt like.

Maybe it didn't only feel like that, because his hands ripped his leather tunic off his torso, revealing his drawn muscular body. You couldn't remember the last time you had been beneath that body.

The Gods were testing and you were failing.

Your mind blurry, but not for long because one of his hands pulled one of your own and forced your on your feet. Maybe he was testing you the whole time. Maybe that was a game to humiliate you once more. So many awful things had gathered in your mind. Your heart was racing, waiting for his reaction.

You were dangerously close again. He was breathing and his burning breath was falling on the exposed skin of your neck, driving you crazy of anger – among other feelings.

"I don't want to force you into this. Say you don't need this the way I do and I stop right now." Your eyes met his.

Your mind was screaming to refuse to dismiss him. A woman enduring the stuff you did from this man would have refused without any second thought.

Your heart though. That bloody thing was cut in two. Clenching for his touch, wanting him as much as nobody before, but at the same time aching because of the dishonour of your name, of all the things he did to you.

"If you don't—"

"There's no such a thing. I am your wife. It's my duty to give in to your pleasures at any kind you want." You were trying to make it seem like you had no other choice – to pretend that you weren't craving this as much as he was.

Your answer made his jaw clench and his hands meet your cheek. They wrapped around them gently and his eyes gazed deeply inside yours. He even pulled lowered his head a little bit, but he was still taller than you.

"No, no, no. That's not your duty, it's your choice. If you decide to have me, it's only your choice. I am standing right here." His voice was soft and understanding, he meant every word he said though he was here not forever – it was just tonight. A night for both of you to give in the impulsive lust for each other.

After this one night, things would go back to normal – Ubbe and Margrethe and their child together and you with your child together. Just one night to get those thoughts away and then back into hating him.

One night couldn't harm a soul.

"It's my choice." You mumbled and placed the most mortified smile you could muster on your face.

One night. Just one night you could set aside your hate. Only one you could leave behind everything that was ripping you apart. After all, one night didn't mean a thing – it couldn't hurt you or anyone else. One night you could pretend that your marriage was anything but awful and tormenting. One night you could be like like a proper husband and wife.

"Good." Ubbe growled and his hands left your cheeks. After that, one of them made it on your loosened hair and pulled them at the side. Then, with the help of the other hand, Ubbe started working on the laces of your dress, undoing them hungrily.

When he finished, the dress was laying on the cold floor around your legs. You were exposed in front of him and it was the only time you didn't care about it. Ubbe's eyes roamed on your bare skin and focused on your eyes at last, asking for your approval over this one more time.

Instead of using words you decided to speak with actions. Before your logic self could make you change your mind, your hands reached the laces of his pants. You tried to take them off, but your hands were too shaky to help you. Ubbe tried to stop you – a troubled expression covering his face – but your stopped him. You wanted to do it. You wanted that.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help your desire. After all, the more forbidden and dangerous, the best and it was just about that night – no other would follow.

Once you got rid off the fabric of his pants and freed his erection, you knew there was no going back, but you didn't care about it. Your trembling fingers drew soft imaginary lines up and down on his hard member. Your touch was even softer than a caress – you were barely touching him and that was driving him even more crazy than before. You knew that you were teasing him – though you weren't skilled as lover, in fact, quite the opposite – but that was your way of showing him your approval.

Ubbe wasn't a patient man. The truth was that he contained more patience than his brothers did, but under your tease of a touch, he was restless he wanted more – he needed more. He needed you of all the things he could take out of you. He wanted you on edge one more time – he wanted you under him mercy one more time.

His much stronger hand stopped yours from working on him. He started walking towards you and you backwards. You only stopped when your feet hit the bed – though that wasn't enough to stop Ubbe. He forced you on bed again, but he didn't make any movement as to follow you. For some seconds, he admired the curves of your body and you found your chance to eye him back. It was an improper moment, but you couldn't care less.

Ubbe would love to take in your form all naked lusting after him, but he couldn't keep himself any longer. He crawled on bed on top of you, his left hand was placed next to your chest and he let his weight drop on that hand instead of dropping it on you. His other hand teased your exposed nipples – exactly the same way you had done before.

You couldn't keep your moans in as hard as you were trying. You bit your bottom lip trying to help yourself – you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were a mess because of him like he was a mess just a minute ago because of you.

Your eyes were fighting their own battle with his gaze. The whole time you were looking at each other in the eye as a competition.

Without any warning, his hand stopped playing with your breasts and you tried really hard not to protest about it. Though that didn't last long, because that same hand reached your lips and forced them to open. One of his fingers entered your mouth and you welcomed it with your warm tongue.

"That's it, you finally shut the fuck up." Ubbe growled. His finger was still in your mouth and you were swallowing it the best way you could. You could tell that he was trying to seem unbothered by all this situation, but in fact he was affected as much as you were. Though, under those circumstances, you were under his mercy and he had no mercy for you.

His finger got out of your mouth and travelled all over your body to find the place he wanted. It left behind a forbitten trail of saliva – your own saliva coming from your own mouth. The path ended and his skilled fingers stopped at your inner thigh – inches away from that part he wanted most to reach. The touch of his fingers wasn't as soft as you expected, but it wasn't rough enough to surprise. No cruelty would be surprising coming from him.

Ubbe leaned closer to your soft thigh and as he did his eyes was looking only inside yours. His lips touch your and you forced you eyes shut – you had fucking lost again. He knew how to bring you on edge – how to bring you under his merciless self. His tongue came into the game and you couldn't help your hands from fisting around the furs surrounding you. His mouth was treating your skin like it was part of a sacred ritual.

Your moans satisfied him more and more each time his mouth was sucking your warm flesh, marking you as his own – as if you could slip away from him after all his threats.

These thoughts was enough to wake up your blurry mind. It was yelling – begging – you to come back to your senses and stop this madness. He was your biggest enemy the one who harmed you the most. You should stop and save the little dignity you had left from all the dishonour Ubbe had brought on your name. You were better than this. You had to stop it.

You really did, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Every piece of your body had paralyzed under his sly touch. Ubbe was a skilled lover, an excellent one – there was no doubt on that. He knew damn well to push your buttons till your very end.

You were forced to open your eyes and bite your lips the hardest you could when you felt his tongue on your entrance. His eyes were still on your face, taking in each little expression your face formed.

When you felt his tongue inside you, you couldn't help but grip more tightly on the furs and bit your bottom lip so deep that the taste of your own blood was on your mouth.

"Ubbe......." His name came out with a very long moan – one you were trying with everything you had to keep inside. The moan came out of your mouth like a prayer for Loki the god of mischief himself.

At sound of your loudest moan, you felt Ubbe's mouth forming a filthy smirk. And that was the moment he stopped playing with your clit and came on top of you.

You wanted to protest for the brutal and unexpected way he stopped touching you, but you stayed silent. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction he has the power to win you again – when he clearly is the the victor between the two of you. For once more you had lost another battle between you, but he didn't have to know that.

And after all, one battle didn't mean that he had won the the war.

Your eyes found each other in a long battle of their own for once more. You were lying naked on the bed, eyeing each other – fighting about authority. Although, deep inside all you wanted was him, your body was aching for him – much to your displeasure.

Before you could even consider which would be your next action, you found your arms being trapped between his strong palms and the mattress beneath you. His grip was strong enough to leave big bruises on both of your arms, but you didn't care as you managed to wrap your smaller hands around his own hands as firmly as he did – at least you tried to grab the way he did.

Moments after this, you felt his manhood forcing itself inside you in a slow pace, at first. He knew that you weren't used to his size – or to any size at all. After all the last man you had intimate relations with was him and that was a very long time ago.

However, his gentleness didn't last long and you went back to his usual self – the usual to you, the one you knew better – his cruel self. When you got used to his size his pace was fast and rough and along with that his hands were forcing yours firmer on the mattress.

On the other hand, your nails were digging deep in the flesh of his arms with each thrust.

His face was some inches away and his eyes were gazing deeply in yours, there wasn't any kiss. After all, it wasn't a romantic night – actually it was far from that. It was just the two of you blowing off steam – giving in to your dangerous and forbidden lust.

It was just one night. Only one night. After this night everything would go back to normal – as nothing had ever happened – as this night never existed.

Skin on skin, growls and moans were all you could hear in the room. No proper words were spoken by the two of you until you reached you reached your climax. You hardly managed to keep yourself from screaming, but5 what you didn't manage was to prevent your mouth from saying his name over and over again.

When Ubbe reached him own climax, his mouth made it on your neck and bit you. You closed your eyes solidly trying not to yell again.

When you both finished, Ubbe fell on the mattress next to you closing his eyes. He wouldn't say it but this orgasm was a strong for his as it was for you.

Ubbe laid on bed next to you for a long time. You tried to be awake not to sleep until he was out of the room back to his wife. After all, it was nothing what had happened between you – you knew it, but why did it felt this way? Why did it make your heart beating faster?

"I love you." You heard him mutter behind you and you felt your heart almost ripping out of your chest. It was like you couldn't breathe and your eyes widened. You thought that you were going to die right there – next to him on that bed.

You opened your mouth to say something that you were going to regret afterwards, but eventually you didn't say anything because he spoke again and destroyed you again.

"Margrethe."

Your heart was shuttered for once more. He was the author of your destruction again. But you had to see that coming. He didn't love you – Ubbe couldn't love you. He hated you and you had to remember that the next time you would let your guards down.

Ubbe was your enemy. An enemy who had defeated you multiple times. It was time for your own victory – a victory that would mean that you won the war.

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War

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 14.2k

Includes- One of my favorite fics I've written, historical fiction, war, battles, violence, death, blood, injuries, sex, pool sex, wall sex, cock riding, multiple orgasms, fluff, side characters from TV show Vikings

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J POV

I am anxious while I get ready for battle. We landed on this island a few days ago. Ragnar went to speak to the King of this island, threatening war unless we are paid to leave

Same as always

I began to notice the more we travel east from Denmark the more well protected the kingdoms are. This kingdom is behind very high walls that surround it. Similar to the walls of Paris. We were not able to get into there either. Ragnar had to fake his death for us to get in and raid the city.

His special slave that he took from there told him about the island she was taken from. How far it was. How rich it was. How the king would never surrender to him

And naturally Ragnar wanted to raid it. Lagertha did not join Ragnar this time but his sons came along. Bjorn Ironside, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd snake in the eye and Ivar the boneless

Ivar is my husband. Ragnar married me to him because I am one of his war generals and Ivar is actually in love with me. And Ivar does not love anyone

I love him but I am not in love. He is not my soulmate and I am not his either. But we both married with the understanding that if we find our soulmates we would separate. Although I think it will be hard for him. He does not like to give up what is his. Or share

It is said that soulmates are incapable of physically harming each other. That sounds ridiculous

One of the maid doing my hair in braids pulls my hair hard and I yelp

"I am sorry", she says worryingly

"Is she hurting you?", Ivar asks, coming inside the tent

He is using the contraption he built so he can walk. The maid stiffens behind me and I know she is afraid. Ivar is known for being ruthless and anything or anyone who hurts me dies

"No", I answer

"Are you sure Joanne?"

"Yes Ivar, of course I'm sure", I assure him

The maid finish my hair and I get up to get dressed. I take off my dress and start pulling on my pants. When I turn around, Ivar is smirking at me

I raise my eyebrows, "Like what you see?"

"Always. It is too bad we have to go fight or I would have you right now"

"There is always tonight", I say

People always made fun of Ivar because he had one bad experience with Margrethe. And she told everyone. But I can tell anyone that Ivar has no problem getting stiff and having sex. He is really good at it. And he makes me scream all the time

"I do not want to wait that long", he complains

I shrug, "After battle then"

He nods. One of the maids helps me wrap my chest tightly with cloth, then helps with my shirt and leather armor.I put my daggers and axe on the belt Ivar made for me

I am good with throwing knives and he made me a belt that can hold ten at once. I take my sword and attach it to the belt as well. Checking to make sure I have an adequate amount of arrows, I sling the quiver over my back, then grab my bow and shield

"You are a fearsome shieldmaiden, love", Ivar says, looking at me

I smile at him, "So are you. Well fearsome warrior, not shieldmaiden"

He smiles too

"Ready?", I ask

He nods and I wait for him to put his braces on. He stands, kisses me and we walk outside

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Ragnar returns a few minutes later and tells us we are going into battle now. The seer calls the war generals to him, so I walk over along with Ivar. The seer sacrifices a goat and he dips his fingers in the blood, then runs his hand down the first war general's face. When he gets to me, I don't move back, letting him drag the blood down my face

The blood feels warm on my skin and the smell fills my nose. When I move my mouth I can taste the coppery taste of the blood since it was on my lips too. This is nothing new, this is done before every battle. When that's done, I walk back to Ivar who is in his horse and chariot now

"Come love, ride with me for now", he asks

I nod and climb in the chariot too. There is plenty of room. Ragnar gives the signal and we start marching towards the wall

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Jungkook POV

I cannot believe I have to fight today. Why would king Yoongi not just pay the heathens and spare our lives? And I have to fight. I am one of his war generals

I saw the king of the people who came here when he went to speak to king Yoongi. I was in the room with them. Northmen they are called. We know about them because of Namjoon, who acts as an interpreter. Once king Yoongi heard of these northmen raiding surrounding cities, he told Namjoon to learn all about them and learn their language. He was able to translate between the king whose name is Ragnar and king Yoongi.

They apparently cause massive destruction and are skilled in battle and war. They have successfully raided many cities and overthrew many kings around their country and beyond

Ragnar became king by killing the former king and taking his place

And they successfully raided the surrounding kingdoms near us. King Yoongi refused Ragnar's terms and after Ragnar left, king Yoongi called the army to gather and prepare to fight

I do not want to fight

We will have to fight outside the walls and that always makes me nervous. If we fall, then the northmen may be able to knock down the walls or find a way in. I will not let that happen

Standing outside the walls of my city, I hold my sword and shield waiting for the opposing army to come. I know King Yoongi is up on the wall looking down, watching

A few minutes later, I see people begin to appear. They look just like their king

Long hair, long beards, leather armor. And they are huge men. They could wipe out a few of our soldiers at a time. They stop a good distance away. Someone walks to the front of the faction that is in front of me. I do a double take. Is that...

A woman?

I look closer. It is. It is a woman. They let their women fight?

She looks like a warrior, with her shield and array of weapons. She is wearing the same leather armor as the men, her dark hair up, blood on her face

It is then that I look around the army and see other women standing among the men. This is insane. We are supposed to kill women?

Ragnar yells something to king Yoongi. I hear Namjoon yell something back in their language. Ragnar shrugs then says something to his army

A few men step forward. And the girl with the blood on her face does too. She hands her shield to the warrior next to her, taking an arrow and putting it in her bow. The men do the same. They will never reach us, they are too far away. The men shoot their arrows at us but they fall feet short of us

I watch the girl and she points her bow to our archers on the wall. There is no way she can make that hit. She lets the arrow loose and I watch it sail over us and hit one of our archers in the chest. He topples forward and falls off the wall

I stand there shocked and watch another arrow take another of our archers. I turn back to the girl. She is firing her arrows in rapid succession. And she is hitting her target every time. How is she this good with a bow? She is going to take out our archers on this side

"She is killing all our archers!", I hear one of the men say

"How is she able to make the shot?"

"She should not be able to. Maybe she's a witch"

"Why is she there in the first place? Women should not be fighting"

"Be quiet", I snap

They are not wrong with their questions but now is not the time to lose focus

"Focus on the army in front of you", I order

Their army is out of range for our archers although we try to fire at them. The girl walks along her army, firing arrows at the wall. I watch her as she moves and notice she is down to her last arrow. That quiver was full of arrows when she started. She killed that many people already and the battle hasn't even started yet. She walks back to the warrior holding her shield, takes it from him and pulls out her sword. Honestly she frightens me a bit

Ragnar gives a signal and she shouts, marching forward. The faction of the army behind her follows her. Is she...a war leader? A woman is a war leader? I see more men all along the army leading their faction towards us. Including Ragnar. Which is strange to me. A king who fights alongside their army? But I cannot keep my eyes off the woman, marching towards us

Quickly glancing at the wall behind me, I see that some archers survived her attack. We will be able to kill some of them now. Once her and her warriors reach the archer range, I wait to see them fall

But she shouts something and all the warriors run together building a wall out of their shields. And the arrows hit the shields instead of the warriors. My mouth drops. I have never seen anything like that in my life

We are all dead

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J POV

"Shieldwall", I shout and in a few seconds, shields surround me and my warriors

"Forward", I shout and we walk more towards the opposing army

I hear the arrows hitting the shields. I took out as many of their archers as I could. But I knew some were still there, hiding from me. I peer through a small hole in the shield to see. I do not look for too long. I do not want to get hit in the face if an arrow makes it through

When I look again, the other army is close and we are almost ready to break off. Just a few more steps. Finally we are close enough that the arrows stop to avoid hitting their army.

"Break!", I yell and all the shields move

We all run towards the army, swords swinging. I hold my shield up and swing my sword down into the man in front of me. It goes into his shoulder and I pull down with all my strength, cutting down to his chest. Blood sprays in my face, on my armor and shield. I pull up as the man falls, releasing my sword

I turn, swinging again and hitting another man in the back. I see a sword coming towards me and I raise my shield, the sword hitting the shield. The impact sends shockwaves down my arm but I do not drop my shield. I am used to this. I love this. I was born to fight.

I stab my sword towards the man and bury it in his stomach. Pulling out the sword, I continue to fight through the men coming at me. Using my shield I slam it into the man in front of me, knocking him down, while I stab my sword into another. I look up seeing a man further away from me, swinging his sword and killing my men easily. He blocks all hits with his shield and hits his mark every time with his sword

He's an excellent fighter. And he's beautiful. Too bad I need to take him out. But I have to kill everyone in front of me first

Raising my sword I swing it down but the man in front of me blocks my hit with his sword. I keep fighting with him, waiting for him to make a mistake. He raises his arm with the sword but forgets to hold up his shield, leaving him open. I thrust my sword through his chest as hard as I can and it goes right into him, coming out of his back

Fuck. I have to let go of my sword. I cannot pull it out now. He falls forward and I let go of the hilt moving away. It is fine, I have fought without swords before. A man comes running at me and I swing my shield, slamming it across his face. He goes down and I raise the shield, slamming it down on his neck, decapitating him

I lift up the shield and when I look up across the field, I see the man who fights well, staring at me with anger in his eyes

I just smirk at him

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Jungkook POV

I cannot believe I just watched this woman decapitate one of my men with her shield. And when she saw me, she smiled. Anger like I never felt rises in me. She needs to die. She is good at fighting and is a huge threat. She lost her sword so she should be easier to kill

But as I watch her kill every one who goes against her with her shield, I know she will not go down easily. I have never seen anyone fight with a shield like that. These northmen really are ruthless and mad

I bury my sword into the man in front of me and pull it out as he falls back. Turning, I seeing one of my men fighting with another woman. He looks like he is trying to back away and not fight her. That will not work with these women. They are more violent than the men

"Kill her!", I yell at him

He looks at me for a moment, then nods. I hear a sword coming towards me and I spin slamming my sword up, hitting the one coming down. The man swings his sword again and I block it again. I decide to take the cue from the girl and slam my shield into the man. It works and he stumbles, allowing me to stab him in the chest. When I pull my sword out, he falls and I look back at my warrior to see him bury the sword in the women he was fighting

I look around and find the girl again. Her shield is now broken and she has no weapon. She grabs a piece of the wood and attacks one of my men, running at him while he is swinging his sword at her. These people have no fear, I realize. She dodges the sword and slams the wood in his chest, killing him. I watch her take out an axe and go into the next man. I cannot believe it. She's fighting with a small axe and killing everyone she fights

One of her warriors comes running at me and I raise my arm with my shield just in time to block the hit. Pain radiates down my arm and my shield breaks in half. Fuck. I let go of the rest of it and use both hands to swing my sword, decapitating the man. Blood is all over me and I grimace. I do not enjoy killing people like these northmen seem to. I need to find the girl and kill her

Fighting and killing everyone who comes in my way, I search for her. I find her again, seeing her throw a knife and it landing in the forehead of one of our soldiers. She turns to one of my men coming at her too late and he stabs his sword in her shoulder, some of it coming out of the back

She does not scream and I watch in horror as she grabs the sword and pulls it out of her shoulder. My warrior stares at her in horror as well and she takes the chance to strike. She swings her arm, cutting his throat with her axe. And she keeps moving and fighting, like she did not just get a major wound. We are not going to win. These people are brutal. And it is like they do not feel pain

She throws her axe, burying it in one man then spins and throws a knife into another. I watch her run to another of my men, punching him right in the face. She lifts her leg and kicks him in the side, then smashes her foot in his kneecap. He goes down and she goes behind him, her hands on his neck. She pulls her hands in opposite directions snapping his neck

I cannot believe I just watched a woman do that. As he falls to the side, she jumps over him and grabs his sword, then turns to fight another. There is no more time to waste now and I start walking towards her

Cutting down anyone who gets in my way, I am solely focused on her. She is finally a few feet away from me, fighting against another of my men. She slams the sword in the side of his neck then pulls it out as he falls

"You!", I shout

She turns and looks at me. And even through all the blood on her, I realize she is absolutely beautiful. Large deep eyes, long hair in intricate braids, small nose. Then she smiles and I get so angry for thinking that when she is killing all my men. I start walking towards her when I see her throw a dagger at me

Shit

I have no shield and I wait for the pain. But as I watch the dagger comes closer it passes right through me. What? I glance behind me quickly to see the dagger landed in the dirt a few feet behind me. No blood on it. I look down at my shirt and there is no blood, no pain

Oh shit. I look back up at the girl covered in blood

She is my soulmate

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J POV

I stare in horror as the dagger I threw at the man I want so badly to kill, pass right through him

He is not...

He cannot be....

He is not my soulmate?

Surely I missed and confused what I saw

But...I never miss

Ever

No, it is not true

I growl and swing the sword, running at him, pain exploding in my shoulder but I ignore it. I will not let that slow me down. Lagertha taught me to fight through pain

As soon as I get close, he brings his sword up and stops mine. He maneuvers his sword trying to hit me with it but I block it with my sword. We keep fighting with both of us trying to get the upper hand and failing. I let out a frustrated scream, and swing the sword into his side

We both watch in horror as my sword passes right through his body. There is no blood, no wound, nothing. And he is not screaming. This is NOT happening. It is not

I hear footsteps and see one of the enemy warriors run at me.bMoving back from the other man, my soul...no he is not, I face off with the other fighter, still shaken by not being able to kill the other man. I fight the man in front of me but I move too slowly to block the sword and I feel pain burst in my side and along my stomach. I look down to see blood spilling from the slash wound he made with his sword. I am shocked he was able to do this and I watch him swing the sword again. I block it but not fast enough and it cuts into the side of my torso. I stifle a scream and punch the man in the face. Then I plunge the sword into his chest, burying it to the hilt. I let go of the sword and shove the body aside

Then I turn to the other man and run at him, ignoring the pain

He swings his sword but I duck and his momentum turns his body to the side. I kick at the sword making him let it go. I grab his shoulder and pull him back to face me. I punch him across the jaw but my hand passes through him

"What the fuck?", I yell

I do not see his hand come up as he tries to punch me in the face. I see his hand and I know it went into my face but I do not feel any pain

This is not real. I move back from him and try to kick him in the stomach. My leg passes into him but it is like he is a ghost. He makes no sound of pain and just looks up at me. He is real, I know he is real, I touched his shoulder

I grab his wrist, feeling him to make sure he is real. He grabs my other arm, feeling me as well. He says something but I do not understand his language. He looks at me then back down. He raises his hand to my side wound, looking back up at me. I raise my eyebrow but I do not stop him

He touches my wound and presses on it. But it does not hurt. I slap his hand away and I press on my wound. Pain slices through me and I yell bending over, squeezing his arm that my other hand is still on

I look up at him and he is looking at me in fear. He grabs my other arm and helps me right myself up. I move my hand gesturing him to press on the wound again. He hesitates but then he touches me and this time I watch. I feel his hand on the wound, on my skin. But as soon as he presses, his fingers pass through my translucent skin and there is not any pain

Holy shit, he is my soulmate

He pulls his hand away and starts yelling in his language

"Joanne!", I hear someone yell my name

I turn to see Ragnar staring at me

"Kill him!", he shouts

"I...I cannot!"

"What, why not? Snap his neck!"

"I cannot. He is...he is...", I stammer, looking at the man

"He is what?"

"He is my soulmate. I cannot hurt him. It does not work! He does not feel any pain when I try to hit him. My sword passes right through him"

"What the hell?"

I turn my head to Ragnar

"And I do not feel anything when he tries to hit me"

"Fine, I will kill him", Ragnar bellows, coming towards him

The man picks up his sword getting ready to fight. No, this man is no match for Ragnar. No one has ever gone against Ragnar and won. I watch Ragnar come closer and raise his sword. Without thinking, I pick up a sword from the ground. As soon as Ragnar is close enough he brings the sword down towards the man. I run and step in front of him, raising my sword and stopping Ragnar's sword with mine

"What are you doing?", Ragnar roars

"I.....you cannot kill him.", I answer, "He is my soulmate"

Ragnar looks at me in disbelief. What the hell am I doing? How can I be defending this man? This enemy? I should not be but he is my soulmate. I cannot let him die. And if I have to protect him from my side, my family, I will. And I cannot believe I am willing to do this for someone I do not know. Turn my back on everything I know. But I will

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Jungkook POV

I stare in shock as the girl runs in front of me and raises her sword against her king. To protect me. She blocks his sword and he starts yelling at her. She talks back to him and I hear the panic in her voice even though I don't know what she is saying. I realize the huge risk she is taking to protect me. She is turning her back on her king, her people, her country. And he could kill her for it

I watch them argue, him yelling at her, her speaking lowly and in fear. He then looks at her and asks her something. I hear her speak, her voice sad but firm. Ragnar lets out a yell, lowering his sword. She lowers hers too but then he punches her across the face, shouting something. She sways to the side and I do not know why but I pull her to me and hold my sword out towards him

"Do not touch her!", I yell

As much as I know I should let him kill her, I cannot watch her die. She is my soulmate. I cannot let her be killed, especially for protecting me. Ragnar looks at me in fury but I keep a tight grip on her and start walking backwards. She comes with me but I do not take my eyes off Ragnar. I call out for the rest of my men and they move in front of me as I pull the girl with me. The battle is dying down right now. I need to get her inside. She needs the medics to look at her

Ragnar gives me a nasty look, then calls something out. His men listen to him and they slowly back away. For now

"Open the gate! Now", I yell

I tell my men, "Stay out here until they all leave"

The gate opens and I go inside with the girl. Once inside she moves away from me and falls on the floor

"I need a medic!", I yell, "Get one now!"

"Jungkook"

Shit. I turn and see King Yoongi staring at me from up on the wall

"Do you want to tell me what the fuck you are doing?"

"Please your majesty, please let a medic help her and I will tell you anything you want"

I don't know why but I am terrified of her dying

He stares at me, "Fine. Bring her to the palace and have Hoseok and Seokjin take care of her. I will be there soon and you better have a good explanation for this"

I nod, "Thank you"

I kneel next to the girl and look at her. I know she will not understand me but I talk to her anyway

"Can you come with me? I am bringing you to get your wounds fixed"

She looks up at me and she is crying. I feel my heart hurt for her. She just left everything behind when she came in here. I do not know if she can walk so I gently put my arms around her. She doesn't push me off so I keep moving, picking her up as I stand. She lays her head on my shoulder and cries more. I hurry to the palace as fast as I can

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I watch as Hoseok sews the wound on her side and Seokjin works on her shoulder. She does not scream or make a sound as they work. Does it not hurt? Does she not feel pain?

No, she does, I saw when she pressed on her wound and the sound she made. Is she trained to not focus on the pain? The other warriors did not seem to feel pain either. Hoseok finishes then pulls a metal dagger from the fire. He lays it on her side to cauterize the wound. The girl grimaces and she starts breathing heavily. After, Hoseok gives it to Jin and starts cleaning her slash that is across her side to her stomach. Jin presses the dagger on her shoulder wound, then puts it back in the fire

"Jungkook", King Yoongi says as he enters the room

I stand up and bow to him. Hoseok and Seokjin do as well

"Get up all of you", he snaps, then turns to me, "You better start explaining why she is inside my kingdom and in my palace no less. And what you were doing with her on the battlefield"

"She is my soulmate"

"What?", Hoseok gasps, looking up at me

"Fix her wound!", I yell

He scowls but he turns back to her. Seokjin gently moves her shoulder and starts cleaning the wound on the back of her shoulder

"Start speaking", King Yoongi demands

I quickly explain what happened when she threw the dagger at me and when we fought. Then I tell him about what happened when she touched her wound and when I did

"I really cannot physically hurt her. It is just like the stories and texts say."

"Prove it", King Yoongi says

"Now?"

She is being tended to by the medics

"Yes now", he snaps walking towards her

"Move", he tells Seokjin

Seokjin stands aside and I move quickly to the girl's side. King Yoongi presses on the wound Seokjin is fixing. The one on the back of her shoulder. She yells in pain and glares at King Yoongi

"She feels pain. Now you touch her"

I'm not comfortable with this but I can disobey an order from my king

She looks pissed off, so I tell her, "It is alright"

She looks at me, then turns away. I put my hand on her arm. Then I press my fingers into her wound. Her skin goes translucent and my fingers pass through her. She does not move or make a sound

"Oh my god", Seokjin gasps

"The same thing happens when she tries to hurt me", I tell them

"Fine she is your soulmate. Why is she here?", King Yoongi demands

Was he not watching how Ragnar was going to kill her? How could he think I would let that happen?

"Because she tried to protect me. When Ragnar came to kill me she grabbed a sword, stepped in front of me and stopped Ragnar. They argued and I knew that he would kill her for what she did and probably what she was saying to him. When he punched her in the face, I could not let him hurt her. So I brought her with me", I explain

"Without asking me"

"I had to make a quick decision. I am sorry", I answer

"Why should I not kill her right now?", he asks menacingly

Because she would probably get up and kill him. I have seen her fight, close up, with the wounds she has still bleeding. He has not. She can kill everyone in this room in minutes. But I cannot say that

"Because she is my soulmate. Because by protecting me she turned her back on Ragnar and her country. She has no where to go.", I reason

"So I should just throw her out and let Ragnar kill her"

"If you do then I am going with her", I answer

I do not know when I decided this but once I said it I realize it is true. If he makes her leave, I am going with her

King Yoongi stares at me in shock

"You would leave here, you're home, your position in my army to follow her? A heathen Northman?"

I know he is going to get angry but now that I found her, I cannot let her go. I just cannot

"Yes"

King Yoongi turns from me and I know he is calming himself down

"Get Namjoon. She needs to start talking"

A guard in the room bows then leaves

I sit next to her while Hoseok and Seokjin still fix her remaining wounds. She does not look at me, just at the wall. I want to comfort her so I take her hand. And I am surprised but glad to feel her squeeze mine

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J POV

The two healers finish working on me . I do not move, I just lay down, holding my soulmate's hand. I do not know why I have not shoved his hand away but I do not want to. Holding his hand is making things a little bit better. I cannot believe I rose a sword against Ragnar. That is treason and betrayal. I know that I can never go back. Not after that. If I do they will kill me . And not quickly. I will be killed by the blood eagle. I rather kill myself

Why did I protect this man? Why? Ragnar retreated today but he will be back. And Ivar will come for me

I do not know if he would want me back or want to kill me. Either way Ragnar will never let me live. Whether it would be a public execution or a secret one, I am dead if I go back

A few minutes later another man comes inside the room. The king starts talking fast. I know he is angry I am here

I understand. I am the enemy. But the man, my soulmate, is fighting to keep me here. I do not understand him but I know that is what he is doing

The man who just came in talks to my soulmate. He nods then looks at me, saying something I do not understand softly. He has a nice voice. He makes a move to put his arms around me. I do not know why but I trust him. He helps me sit up, pain filling my body. The wounds hurt but I have been hurt worse before

He helps me stand and walks with me to another room. In this room there's a large table with an intricate chair. A throne. For the king

There are regular chairs around the table. The king sits down on the throne and motions for us to sit down. The man helps me get to a chair and helps me sit down. He sits next to me and then holds my hand. And I like it. What is wrong with me?

"I am Namjoon", the man from before says in my language

How the fuck does he know it?

"How do you know what I speak?", I ask

"I studied your language and culture when we found out your people were attacking kingdoms around ours"

So they knew we were coming

"What is your name?"

"Joanne. Joanne Lothbrok", I answer, "Who is your king?"

I do not know his name. It never mattered before, I never needed to know the name of the kings we raided

I did not care

"King Min, Yoongi"

"King Min?"

Stupid name

"No. Min is his last name. He is King Yoongi"

Alright, why did he not just fucking say that?

I look at my soulmate, "What is his name?"

"Jungkook", my soulmate answers, "Jeon, Jungkook"

Strange name

"Jungkook", I repeat

He nods, then points at me, "Joanne?"

I nod. He smiles and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I cannot tear my eyes away

King Yoongi starts talking to Namjoon

"King Yoongi wants to know why you are fighting since you are a woman?"

I roll my eyes, turning to Namjoon. This is the same question every King has asked

"I am a shieldmaiden. In our kingdom the women fight as well as men. We are trained as well. Not all women are shieldmaidens but all women know how to use a sword. To protect the home when the men are raiding"

Namjoon turn to his king and speaks in their language. The king answers then Namjoon turns back to me

"How important are you in the army? You led a group of men to battle"

"I am a war general in Ragnar's army"

"How did you become a war general?", he asks

"Because I am good at fighting and killing. I am his best shieldmaiden, the best out of his warriors"

"How did you become the best?"

"Because I was trained by his first wife Lagertha"

I wait while he translates to King Yoongi

"Your name is not like theirs"

"No. I was taken by Lagertha when they raided Northumbria, when I was five. Before that, I was taken from my home in Rome when the king of Northumbria came on a pilgrimage to see the pope. I was sold by my parents to the king to become a maid when I was three"

"They raised you then? The northmen?"

"Yes"

"Are you Christan?"

"No. I adopted the northmen gods and goddess. I believe in them"

Again I wait for Namjoon to translate

I watch Jungkook's face as he listens to Namjoon. He looks surprised but at what I do not know

"Why should king Yoongi not return you to your people?"

I do not know. I cannot answer that. He should not keep me here. He should throw me back to them. It is what I would do. He does not seem to be like Ragnar who's interested in other cultures. Ragnar took Athelstan when he first raided Northumbria and they were close friends. I doubt King Yoongi would do that

"The only thing I can say is that they will kill me much more brutally than your king will."

"How?"

"By the blood eagle"

"What is that?"

I explain to him how the blood eagle works. The cutting of the back of the skin, the breaking of the ribs with an axe, then pulling out the lungs and placing them on the back. His face pales as I go on

"And if I want to be welcomed in Valhalla, I cannot make a sound while it is happening"

"Valhalla?"

I nod, "Where all warriors and shieldmaidens go after death to await Ragnarok"

He looks at me confused and I sigh explaining, "The end of our world"

"Has this, blood eagle been done before?", he chokes out

I nod

"Yes to a jarl who betrayed Ragnar. I witnessed it. And what I did was betrayal and treason just like the jarl"

I watch Namjoon turn to King Yoongi and start explaining what I told him. King Yoongi's eyebrow raises as he listens. But Jungkook starts yelling something and I can tell he is upset by his tone. King Yoongi barks at him but he keeps arguing. King Yoongi slams his fist on the table and Jungkook stops talking. Silence fills the room before I start talking

"What did Jungkook say?"

"He was expressing that King Yoongi could not let you go back and be killed that way. That there was no way that he would let you go back to that"

I look back at Jungkook and he shakes his head, talking to me

"It is ok", I tell him

He shakes his head again

"Joanne, is Ragnar going to leave? He retreated today"

I take a breath. These people have no idea how ruthless he is

"No. He will not leave until you give him what he asks for or until he breaks in and raids the kingdom. And he may demand me"

"You?"

"Yes. My husband will demand to have me returned as well. For execution or to stay with him I do not know"

"You are married?"

I nod, "I am married to Ragnar's son, Ivar the boneless"

"Why is he called boneless?"

I explain to him Ivar's condition. Then his personality

"When he wants something, he will stop at nothing to get it. And he will want me back. He is worse than Ragnar in that regard"

Namjoon sighs, then turns to tell King Yoongi what I said. I guess he gets to the part with Ivar, because Jungkook turns to me and asks me a question, surprised

Namjoon finishes translating then says, "Jungkook wants to know if you love Ivar"

I talk to Namjoon but I look at Jungkook, "No. I care about him but I do not love him. I was never in love with him or anyone else before"

He tells Jungkook what I said and Jungkook talks again

"He is asking why you married him"

I sigh, "You do not know Ivar. When he wants something he gets it. No matter the cost or what he has to do. He is ruthless. He has never been violent to me but I have seen him be to others. And he had never loved anything or anyone before. And he fell in love with me. There is no way he will let me go. And I never thought I would find my soulmate, so I married him"

Namjoon speaks to Jungkook but he just looks at me, in my eyes. Jungkook speaks to me as he looks at me

"He is asking if you will stay with him. He promises to protect you and keep you safe. But only if you want that"

I don't hesitate

I nod, "Yes"

I do not know why but I do not want to leave him. And I will not, if I can help it

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Jungkook POV

She nods when I ask her to stay with me. I will protect her and keep her safe for as long as I live

She talks to me and Namjoon translates what she is saying, "I will stay with you and protect you as well."

I smile because I know she can. I saw her fight

"Excuse me. Are you not forgetting that she needs my permission to stay?", King Yoongi hisses

I look over to him, "I am sorry your majesty but where she is, I will be. So either she stays here with me or I go with her"

King Yoongi narrows his eyes, "Fine. But if she stays she fights against her people."

I am shocked

"You cannot ask her to do that!"

"I can if she wants to stay", King Yoongi snarls, "Namjoon translate now"

Namjoon tells her about fighting against Ragnar. Her eyes widen and she starts speaking rapidly. I wish I could speak her language

"She says she cannot do that. She could never kill the people she grew up with, who took her in and loved her"

"Then she leaves", King Yoongi answers

"And I will too", I growl

"You will not. You are a war general in my army. You will not follow her", he orders

That's an order I cannot follow. She defied her king for me. Now I am going to do the same

"I am sorry majesty but I am going with her. You cannot stop me"

King Yoongi raises his eyebrows

"Guards, take the prisoner"

My heart fills with dread. Guards come and grab her by both arms. She struggles against them but they get her hands behind her and shackle them. She starts yelling in her language

"What is she saying?", King Yoongi demands

Namjoon is looking at her as he speaks, "She is saying she is going to kill us all. That none of us will survive"

At that moment, she slams her head back into the chin of the guard behind her. The guard stumbles back and she lifts her arms, contorting her body like. I have never seen before until she gets her arms back in front of her. I have never seen anything like that. It is like she does not have bones. The other guard comes at her but she side steps him, kicking him in his side. As he doubles over, she grabs his head and slams his head into her knee

She is absolutely amazing

He groans falling to his knees. She goes behind him and snaps his neck easily. King Yoongi is standing there unamused and Namjoon is in pure shock. The other guard gets up and runs to her. She throws a punch, her fist slamming his face, blood bursting from his nose

"Oh my god", Namjoon whispers, terrified as he watches her

She goes behind the guard and throws the chain that is attached to her shackles over his head. She pulls back the chain against his throat, crossing the chains and choking him

"Stop", King Yoongi yells

She shouts at him as the guard desperately tries to get the chain off. He leans forward but she presses her knee against his back and keeps pulling the chain

"What is she saying?", King Yoongi yells

"That she is coming for you next", Namjoon whispers

"Guard. Go to Jungkook and hold him there", King Yoongi orders

What?

Suddenly there is a guard behind me and a sword against my neck

"Joanne!", King Yoongi shouts

She lifts her head up and sees me, yelling

"She says stop, do not hurt Jungkook", Namjoon yells

"Then tell her to let the guard go and stop fighting!"

Namjoon translates and she answers

"She wants to know if you will leave Jungkook alone and alive if she stops fighting"

"Yes"

Namjoon translates. She lets go of the guard, who gasps for breath and steps away

"Take her to the prison", King Yoongi orders

"No!", I yell

"Stay there. Do not move", King Yoongi growls

The guard gets up from the floor and turns to her. He punches her across the face, her head snapping to the side

"Stop!", I cry, horrified

She slowly turns to the guard, fire in her eyes. She spits blood from her mouth in his face. He yells and hits her again

"Stop! Stop him! Please", I shout

"Enough. Take her. Now", King Yoongi demands

I watch as the guard grabs the chains and pulls, making her follow him. And I cannot do anything. He is going to hurt her because of me. She will not fight back to keep me alive. King Yoongi makes a gesture and the sword is removed from my neck

"Give her back to me", I shout

He raises an eyebrow, "No. You know my demand for her to stay"

"That is not fair to ask of her. I would never fight against you or any of my men if they had taken me! Why would you expect her too?"

"Because she wants to stay with you. Let me make this clear, I have no use for her. Whether she lives or dies is not my concern. She came here with her fucking army. She slaughtered more than half of your faction. She killed one guard so easily and almost killed another. She threatened to kill me. And you want me to let her run around free? No, that will not happen"

I understand where he is coming from. He is the king, he needs to protect himself and his kingdom. But I do not care about that, I care about her

"She will not be running free. She will be with me. In my home. Away from you"

"And you will be there with her, will you not?"

I nod. I will be

"That does not work for me. I need you here, leading your part of the army. You need to stay here"

"So you are leaving her in a cell?", I cry

"For now. I have not decided if I am giving her back to Ragnar or not. Or if I am going to keep her alive."

I am so scared he is going to have her killed and I will not be there to protect her. And he cannot give her back to Ragnar. I cannot let her die by the way they will kill her. The blood eagle. I was horrified hearing about how it is done. That she cannot make a sound or she will not enter Valhalla upon death. Or that she actually witnessed that being done to someone. I cannot imagine watching that

"If I stay, then keep her alive. Please"

"You are staying regardless of what I do with her."

"Please your majesty. Please do not kill her", I beg

He stares at me for some time, then says, "I will not kill her for now"

"Thank you"

I am not stupid, I know he can go back on his word whenever he feels like it

"May I see her?", I ask

"Not now. Tomorrow."

I just nod. I know if I ask for anything else, he will just get angry. And he does things without thinking when he is angry

"Go check on your men and see whose still alive"

Then he turns away from me and walks out of the room. Namjoon is about to leave when I stop him

"Yes?", he asks

"Teach me her language", I say

He nods

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The Next Day

Jungkook POV

I am impatiently pacing in the meeting room we were all in yesterday. Namjoon is here and I am waiting for King Yoongi and Joanne. I was summoned here today to talk with her again

Yesterday after she was taken from me, I had Namjoon teach me some phrases and words in her language along with some answers she might give. It is not much but at least I can ask her if she is alright and know what she is saying. He has agreed to teach me some of her language everyday. King Yoongi walks in and we all bow

"Sit", he commands

Namjoon and I sit in the same seats as we did yesterday

King Yoongi sits and speaks to me, "I want you to talk to her. I decided she does not have to fight against her people in battle. But she must tell us a way to make them go away or defeat them. And she seems the most receptive to you"

I nod. I can do that. She is still betraying her people but she will not be doing it in physical combat. Although I already know she is going to refuse. I would

"Where is she?", I ask

"She is being brought to us"

We wait a few minutes and the wait is killing me. I hear chain noises and I look up to the doorway. A guard comes in first, then her. And I gasp when I see her. She looks so much worse than yesterday. Her face is bruised all over, her lip is split and she has a bloody bandage wrapped around her upper arm. She has dirt all over her skin and her hair is unbraided and a little messy. She is dragged to the chair next to me and forced roughly into the chair

"Joanne", I whisper

She turns to me

When she sees me she smiles, "Jungkook"

I feel so much happiness when she says my name

"What happened?", I ask in her language

She raises an eyebrow and asks something. Namjoon answers and her smile widens. She talks to me but I only pick up a few words- me, he, hurt

"She says she was hit over and over by the guard she tried to kill. He cut her arm and threw her in a cell. Her body hurts but she's alive"

"I am sorry", I whisper in her language

She shakes her head, talking while Namjoon translates, "No Jungkook, it is not your fault. I said I would protect you and I will keep my promise"

She should not have to protect me. I should be protecting her. She was hurt and I was not there. Again. I look down and she takes my hands, holding on tightly, speaking

"She says do not blame yourself. She does not blame you"

I look back up at her and gently touch the side of her face, nodding. I still blame myself but I will not show it to her

"Jungkook, talk to her about what I told you too", King Yoongi demands impatiently

I sigh but I speak with Namjoon translating

"My king says you do not have to fight against your people"

She nods

"But he wants you to tell us a way to make them go away or how to defeat them"

Sadness enters her face as she speaks

"The only way to make them go away is to give them what they want. And I will not tell you how to defeat them. I will not be responsible for their deaths"

Glancing at King Yoongi, I can see the anger fill his face

"Take her back", he snarls

The guard grabs her by her arms and rips her away from me, hauling her out of the chair

"No. Joanne!", I yell, "Stop, please stop"

She struggles against the guard, yelling too

"Jungkook! Jungkook!"

"Take her!", King Yoongi yells

Another guard comes to help, each one taking one of her arms and dragging her back. I cannot help it, tears start falling as I watch her being torn away from me. I start moving towards her to get her from them

"Guards, hold him!", king Yoongi shouts

Two more guards move forward blocking my way and holding my arms

"Stay here Jungkook", king Yoongi barks, looking at me with barely controlled rage

But I am just as angry. The guards get her out of the room but I can still hear her screaming my name

"Jungkook!"

She is calling for me and I cannot do anything. Again

"Are you weeping?", King Yoongi asks incredulously

I don't answer and wipe my eyes

"Do you love her?", he questions

"Yes", I answer with no hesitation

I do. I do not know how I fell in love so fast. But I did the second I found out she is my soulmate. I feel complete now that I found her. I cannot explain the feeling. I just know I belong with her

"That is too bad", he sneers

"Www...why?"

Why? What is he going to do?

"Because I am giving her back to Ragnar"

"No. You cannot. You cannot", I cry, hysterically

"I can and I am"

"No. Please no. I...I cannot be without her!"

"You will have to be"

Then he stands and leaves the room

And I fall apart

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A Day Later

J POV

I open my eyes as my cell opens. The guard grumbles something at me, waving his hand up. I sit up, peering at the guard. He starts yelling but I have no idea what he is saying. All I know is the king is keeping me apart from Jungkook

I feel like I am dying inside. I want to stay with him. I love him. It happened so fast but I love him. And being away from him is killing me

The guard grabs the chains and yanks me up. I stumble to my feet and follow him. He walks fast pulling me behind him. I am trying to keep up with him but I am so tired. I am led outside, closing my eyes against the bright sun. I have not been outside in two days. I guess I am going back to Ragnar

People look at me as I follow the guard, whispering. I do not know what they are saying and I do not care either. The closer to the wall I get the more I hear. And what I hear sends chills down my spine

"I demand my wife back!"

It is Ivar. He came for me

"I will slaughter all of you if you do not give her back"

He will. He absolutely will. I am led up the stairs to the top of the wall, to King Yoongi. He glares at me, takes my chain from the guard and leads me to the edge. I can see everything from up here. And I see Ragnar's entire army with him and his sons at the front. Ivar is screaming for me, in his chariot

King Yoongi motions for Namjoon, who yells out, "She is right here"

I know Ivar sees me because he yells, "Joanne, I have come for you"

I have nothing to say. There is nothing to say

Then Ragnar yells, "You must give her back so she can answer for her crimes"

I knew it. They are going to kill me. I look down at King Yoongi's men and my heart stops. Jungkook is there, right in the front, just like he was the first time. Looking up at me. King Yoongi is making him fight. My heart breaks. Ragnar will aim for him. Kill him to spite me and then execute me

Namjoon yells, "If you get her back will you leave?"

Ragnar answers by yelling and charging with his army. I watch in horror as Jungkook gets ready for the first wave of my warriors as they crash into king Yoongi's men. Jungkook kills every man who comes in his way. He fights gracefully and efficiently, stabbing and cutting off heads

But I watch Ivar and Ragnar as well. Ivar is cutting through king Yoongi's army with his chariot and Ragnar is killing his way to Jungkook

"He is going to kill him", I whisper

"What?", Namjoon asks

"Ragnar, he is going to kill Jungkook. He is going straight to him", I answer pointing to Ragnar

Namjoon translates to King Yoongi, then speaks to me, "The king says that Jungkook will win. He is the best fighter"

I shake my head, "He will not. Ragnar has never lost. He has killed everyone he went up against. Jungkook will die"

Namjoon speaks to king Yoongi but the king does not say a word

I watch Ragnar get to Jungkook

"No", I shout

Jungkook turns to Ragnar and blocks Ragnar's sword

"Let me go!", I yell

Namjoon looks at me

"Tell him", I yell

He speaks to king Yoongi but the king shakes his head. I watch as Jungkook barely has time to duck under Ragnar's swing

"Let me go! If you do not he will die!"

Namjoon speaks and still King Yoongi shakes his head. Ragnar lunches at Jungkook in his face and he stumbles

I cannot watch this. I turn to the guard next to me. Grabbing his should I spin him to me, slam my fist in his face and grab his sword

"Undo the shackles now!", I scream, holding the sword at King Yoongi

He raises his eyebrows but nods. He does not need to understand me to know what I want. The guard who brought me, quickly steps to me and unlocks the shackles

I look at Namjoon, "Tell them to open the gate. Now"

He nods and yells in his language as I turn and run down the stairs. The gate opens just a little but it is enough for me to slip by. Ragnar lunches at Jungkook again and this time Jungkook falls back, slipping

Ragnar raises his sword and I run faster. Ragnar brings his sword down and I slide to them just in time to catch Ragnar's sword with mine. I use all my strength to push his sword away and punch him across the face

"Do not touch him!", I scream

He turns his head back to me, fury in his gaze

"You are protecting him! Against us who raised you!", he yells

He is trying to use that against me but I will not let him. I am not part of them

I was used by him. By Aslaug. By his sons. As a weapon

"You did not raise me. Lagertha did!"

"And you would betray her like this?"

I shake my head, "She taught me to follow my heart no matter what. And my heart belongs to him"

"You are not one of them!", Ragnar rages, "You are one of us"

"Not anymore"

I swing my sword at my once king. He is wrong. I belong to no one. I was sold by my parents. Then taken by them. I have always been alone, always an outsider. But now I have Jungkook and I am not leaving him. Lagertha taught me to not blindly follow anyone, to think for myself . And I am. And I will do anything to protect Jungkook

Ragnar stops my sword with his but I move aside bringing it up again. He barely has time to block it and he does but not before I slice his arm open. He looks down at his arm and roars in my face. He does not scare me. I punch him in the face, his eyes watering, then kick his side. He backhands me across the face and I stumble, landing on one knee. I hear the sound of a sword swinging and I bring up my arm, the clanging of my sword stopping his. I look up at Ragnar and growl

Pushing off my foot, I stand up quickly, shoving him back. Swinging my sword I slash at him but he blocks it again. We keep fighting, swords swinging but neither of us get the upper hand

"Joanne", I hear Jungkook yell

I do not turn around but I yell, "Keep fighting"

Hopefully he can get the meaning of my words. Ragnar pushes my sword off his and punches me in the stomach. I drop to my knees on the ground, sword at my side as I gasp for air

"I wish you would not make me do this", Ragnar says

I look up at him and watch him raise his sword above his head

"Joanne!", I hear Jungkook scream

"You will not", I tell Ragnar, then grab my sword and plunge it into his stomach

It is like the entire battle stops. His sword drops but I dodge it easily. I stand up holding on to the sword, with Ragnar looking at me surprised. I push the sword in more, burying it to the hilt. Ragnar nods at me. I see the life leave his eyes as he falls to the side

No one is moving. I turn my head to the wall, glaring at King Yoongi, who has surprise all over his face. Now he knows. I killed one king, I can kill another

"Joanne! What did you do?", I hear Bjorn yell, his eyes wide in shock

I meet his eyes and I see the rage in his face

"Attack!", he yells

I turn, running back to the wall, screaming at Namjoon

"Bow and arrows now!"

He grabs a quiver and bow from an archer and drops it down the wall. I run grabbing the bow and an arrow, then turn and train it on Bjorn, whose running at me. Aiming, I let the arrow loose and it buries right in his eye. He screams and goes down. I turn and stuff the arrows that fell out of the quiver back in quickly. Putting it over my back, I grab the bow

I need to kill the rest of Ragnar's sons. So there are none to avenge him

Quickly I look for Jungkook and he is fighting more of my former people. Then I run to Bjorn to make sure he is dead. When I get to him, I see the arrow went through the back of his head and he is gone. I grab his sword and put it in my belt to use later

Then I look for one of the sons. The first one I see is Ivar. I do not want to kill him. But I have to. He is the most ruthless of them all and he will want to avenge his father. I take aim and shoot at his horse. My arrow hits its flank and it falls. Ivar's head turns to me, fury on his face

"Joanne"

"Ivar"

"You killed my father and my brother. For one of them?", he screams

"Not just one of them Ivar. He is my soulmate. I am sorry but I have to"

Ivar's eyebrows shoot up, "Your soulmate. Him? You choose him over us?"

"Everytime"

I quickly notch an arrow, aim and let go. As I see the arrow hit through Ivar's neck, I feel excruciating pain in my hip, taking me down

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Jungkook POV

As I fight I watch her. I cannot believe she killed Ragnar. She actually killed him. Then looked at king Yoongi as if warning him. I have never seen him so shocked

Then I saw her kill another man with an arrow. I dodge a sword thrust and cut the head off the warrior. Looking for her, I find her yelling at a man in a chariot. Her husband. Is she....going to kill him?. I watch her shoot the arrow, it going through his neck

Then I see her go down

"No Joanne!", I scream, my heart stopping

She is not dead. She cannot be. I just found her, I cannot lose her so soon. I start running to her. My heart starts beating again when I see her slowly get up. She is alive. But what happened? She is hunched over and it looks like she may be pulling at something

"Joanne", I yell, getting to her

I look down and see her holding a bloody knife. He threw a knife at her. The wound is in her hip and she is bleeding. A lot

I grab her, moving her behind the chariot for a few seconds Grabbing the end of my shirt, I rip the bottom off in two long strips. I fold one quickly and press it to her wound

She winces and I say in her language, "I am sorry"

Taking her hand, I press it against the cloth so she can hold it. Then I take the other strip and tie it around her, securing the folded cloth in place. It is the best I can do for now. I look up at her and she is looking intently at me

Suddenly she pulls me to her, her lips on mine in a kiss

Stars explode in my vision and heat fills my body from her kiss. I put my arms around her, holding her close and kissing her back. I am aware there is a war going on around us but I want to kiss her at least once in case we do not make it

When it is over, she pulls away and looks in my eyes

"Ek elska þik*", she says

My heart bursts in pure joy. I understand what she said because that is one of the first things I had Namjoon teach me

She told me she loves me

"Ek elska þik", I tell her in her language

She smiles at me

"Joanne!", I hear a voice yell, then more words

She looks at me, takes my hand, then stands and starts running towards the wall. She is screaming something and I hear Namjoon yelling back at me

"There is three more sons you have to kill. She already killed two"

We get to the wall and she turns around. I turn too and she points to a group of three men walking towards us

"Sons?", I yell to Namjoon who speaks to her

She nods, moving her fingers as she talks, "Sigurd, Hvitserk, Ubbe"

"Ok", I nod, taking out my sword

I watch her throw down the bow. She takes a few arrows out of her quiver and breaks them, keeping the arrow still attached to some wood. She puts them in her belt in the back then draws the sword. She nods at me, then leans closer, kissing me again

We will survive. I will make sure of it

She moves away and takes my hand. Then she starts running to them and I follow. As we get closer, she squeezes my hand. We are almost upon them and we let go of our hands, both of us swinging our swords

Metal clangs as my sword hits one of the son's, I think it's Ubbe. He yells something at Joanne and she answers. The one I am fighting slashes at me and makes a cut across my chest. It stings and blood seeps on my shirt. It is not fatal but it needs sewing

I growl at him and thrust my sword, burying it in his shoulder. I pull it out quickly and stab him in the side. He yells, blocking my sword swing and punches me in the eye. My vision goes black for a second as pain explodes in my head . My vision comes back and I move out of the way of his swing. I glance at her to see her fighting the two other brothers. If she were anyone else I'd be worried but she is holding her own well. Pain hits my thigh and I see the son pull his sword back

He stabbed me. I feel my muscles spasm but I force myself to stay up. I scream and duck the swing then I punch the man in the face as hard as I can, putting all my strength behind it. He flies backward, landing on his back. I run to him and slam my sword down right into his chest where his heart is. He groans, dying in seconds

I turn to her and see her decapitate the son she is fighting. But.....where is the other one? I feel arms grab me from behind and a knife at my neck

"Joanne!", he yells

She turns and her face turns white. She begins shouting in her language. He yells back, digging the knife into my skin more. I feel the knife cut me a little and I know I am bleeding. She throws down her sword but I see her reach behind her

She yells, "Hvitserk!" and gestures at him to let me go

He says something and she shakes her head. She looks right at me and I understand what she is trying to say. I trust her. Completely. I nod

She starts yelling to distract him and then throws one of the arrows. I duck, hear the man scream and he lets me go. She runs at him, tackling him. I turn just in time to see her take the dagger from him and stab him in the chest twice then cut his throat. I do have to admit, she is vicious

She stands up slowly, blood all over her. She looks terrifying. And she is mine

My eyes are on her when I hear, "Hail Queen Joanne!"

"Hail! Hail!", voices yell

I look around to see the battle had stopped. The northmen are raising their swords up and the ones closest to her, kneel down to her. I realize that she killed all the heirs of Ragnar

And that makes her queen with no one to oppose her

My mouth drops open. Does this mean she has to go back now?

She turns to look at King Yoongi and I follow her gaze. King Yoongi is looking at her in horror. She is queen. She has the power to order her men to attack or retreat. And King Yoongi treated her horribly

I have no idea what she is going to do

J POV

"Hail Queen Joanne!"

"Hail! Hail!"

I look around the battlefield and see all of Ragnar's army looking to me and hailing me as queen

I am queen

I killed Ragnar and his heirs. It automatically makes me queen. They still consider me part of them

I don't want to be queen. Aslaug is queen and Lagertha wants to be queen. I do not care about killing Aslaug. I hate her. But I cannot kill Lagertha. She raised me, she is like my mother. And obviously these men do not consider either one of those women queen. They did not kill any heirs

I do not know what to do but right now as queen, I can scare king Yoongi. I turn to look at him

And he looks terrified. I smile at him and he flinches

"My queen. What do you want us to do?", a warrior asks me

I make a decision

"Retreat to the boats for now. I will speak with King Yoongi.", I yell

"Hail!", they all yell

I watch as my army retreats. I stay until the last warrior leaves. Then I turn to King Yoongi

"Open the gate!"

I see Namjoon speak to him and he nods. I reach my hand out and feel Jungkook take it

Walking together we make our way towards the opening gate

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Hoseok just finished cleaning and sewing my wounds. I sit, waiting for Seokjin to finish working on Jungkook. Using a cloth and water, I wipe away some of the blood on me. When Seokjin is finished, Jungkook stands up and takes my hand. He says something to Hoseok and he nods, disappearing

I look up at Jungkook and tell him in his language, "Saranghae Jungkook"

His eyes widen and he looks so handsome. When we returned inside the kingdom, I spoke to Namjoon, telling him we need the healers. Jungkook was speaking to king Yoongi when I asked Namjoon to tell me how to say "I love you" in his language. It's the only thing I can say in his language but it is everything I need right now

"Ek elska þik", he tells me in my language

Then he comes closer and his lips touch mine in a kiss. Fire bursts in my body from his kiss. I felt this the first time I kissed him. Then the second time. And now

I never felt like this kissing Ivar. I hope this feeling never goes away

Hoseok comes back, speaking and Jungkook pulls away. He turns, gently leading me somewhere. I trust him unconditionally

We get to a room where there is a big pool of water. He points to the water and moves his hands around his body, telling me to take a bath. I nod. He kisses my cheeks then moves to leave. I grab his hand

When he turns back to me, I shake my head, "Stay with me"

He doesn't understand my words but I know he understands my meaning. He nods. I do not know how things are done here or how they feel about nakedness but being naked in front of your husband or lover is not something to be shy about

And I am not

I start undressing, dropping my clothes to the side. When I take all my clothes off, I turn around to see Jungkook staring at me. His eyes are wide and his mouth slightly open. I smirk at him, walking to the pool, going down the stairs and getting in it

He hurriedly gets undressed. When he pulls his shirt off I almost choke on air. His body is incredible. I guess it should be since he is a war general. His entire chest and stomach is muscular as well as his arms. He has some scars on his body but that is to be expected

When he pulls his pants down, my eyes are glued to his cock. He is already so stiff and he is huge. Much bigger than Ivar. If I was not in water, I know I would be very wet

When he is finished undressing he gets in the pool and comes straight to me. His lips are on mine in a second and I throw my arms around his neck, holding him tightly against me. His tongue slips in my mouth and I moan from the feeling. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. Pushing me against one of the walls, he looks at me

I know what he wants. It is exactly what I want. I nod and a smile bursts on his face

He kisses me passionately as he slides inside me, stretching my pussy wide around him. I moan loudly as he gets all in. Fuck, he feels so good and he did not even move at all yet. He breathes heavily, then starts moving, thrusting in and out

"Oh fuck", I moan, absolute pleasure filling my body

He fits so perfectly and I can feel everything he does, every inch of his cock, his head hitting my spot deep inside me

He murmurs something in his language, then starts kissing my neck. His hands grip my hips hard, as he moves harder. I have never felt like this during sex before. I have never been in this much pleasure before and I am ready to explode any second. No one has ever gotten me so close so fast

"Jjj... JUNGKOOK!", I scream as I orgasm hard, squeezing his arms so tightly

Pleasure like I never felt before explodes all over my body and I just keep screaming his name

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Jungkook POV

She screams my name as she orgasms, pleasure fills my body when she climaxes and it has not left yet. Sex has not ever felt so good before. I moan loudly feeling her and watch her, pleasure all over her face. I love that I can give her this much pleasure

And I want to give her more so I hold back from coming. When she finishes, I start thrusting again, slamming into her. She moans, speaking in her language. The only thing I understand is my name that she keeps saying over and over. I love hearing her scream my name

"Again", I ask her, kissing her neck and shoulder

Her hand slides in my hair and pulls hard. Fuck, it feels good. She starts tightening and squeezing my cock hard as I thrust, pushing through her tightness. She is going to orgasm again. I never wanted anything so much as much as I want to feel her cum again

"Jungkook!", she screams, clinging to me and her body shaking against me

Pleasure fills my body again but still I hold back. When she finishes, she pushes me back and I fall out of her. What? Why? She kisses me hard and begins pushing me backwards. I am lost in her kiss so I just go where she is pushing me

I feel my legs hit something and she pushes me back more. It is the stairs. She pushes me more, out of the water and onto the stairs. I sit, my back against the step above where I am sitting. I watch her move on top of me. She slides down my cock and I moan as I go all in, her tight pussy opening for me

She leans over me and kisses my lips . I kiss her back, loving every kiss she gives me. When she sits back up, she moves sliding up and down my cock. Pleasure fills my body as I watch her ride me. I can see her entire body and I have to keep my mouth from dropping

She has muscles but not like a man. She also has blue tattoos on her body. I saw some of the other northmen with tattoos as well. She has a wolf on her side and her shoulder has chains tattooed all over. And that's just the front of her, I do not know if she has any on her back. I reach out and run my fingers over the wolf

I feel her skin tremble against my touch and I like that. She also has many scars on her body from battle as well as the wounds she just received from the past two fights. I understand why she has them but I do not like it. She has much more than me and that means she has been in more battles. More chances to die. I will do anything to prevent that

She takes my hands from her hips and puts them on her large breasts. Then she starts moving harder, slamming herself down over and over. I yell in pleasure, squeezing her breasts and closing my eyes. It feels amazing. I feel myself getting there but I want her to orgasm first

She keeps moving and I feel her starting to clench my cock. I know that when she orgasms, I will. I cannot hold it back anymore

"Jungkook!", she yells, orgasming again and her body shakes again

Pure pleasure fills my body, blinding me as I cum, my hands keeping her on me

"Joanne!", I shout

I cannot, it feels so good, I cannot take it. I have never in my entire life felt this much pleasure from coming. . It is taking over my body and I feel myself shudder. When we both finish, she leans over me, kissing all over my face

I love her kisses. I never want anyone else ever again, just hers. Her lips land on my lips in a gentle kiss. Wrapping my arms around her body, I hold her close to me

After a few minutes of kissing each other, she pulls away, looking down at me, in my eyes. She smiles and runs his fingers in my hair

"Saranghae Jungkook", she says

My heart bursts in joy and I cannot hold back my smile

"Ek elska þik Joanne"

I pull her back down to me in another kiss

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She and I walk into the meeting room to wait for King Yoongi. We bathed and had sex again. I cannot keep my hands off her . And the best thing is she cannot keep hers off me either. It does not matter that we cannot speak to each other, it is like we know what the other wants . It is amazing

Maids brought towels to dry us and new clothes. We changed and when I turned to look at her, my mouth dropped. She was given a dress to wear. I have not seen her in a dress yet and she looks beautiful. She had a face on though like she did not like it. I do not think she is used to wearing dresses

I went to her and kissed her softly

"You are beautiful", I tell her in my language

She tilts her head, but smiles . I took her hand and led her here. She goes to sit while I go to Namjoon. I need to speak to him about something

A few minutes later, King Yoongi walks in. Everyone bows except for Joanne. Namjoon and I take seats, waiting for King Yoongi to speak

He looks at Joanne and says, "Queen Joanne"

My mouth drops in shock. He actually acknowledged that she is queen. He starts talking and Namjoon speaks to her

"What can I do to make your army leave my lands?"

She starts speaking

"Give them some of the things Ragnar demanded. They came here to raid and I cannot send them away with nothing. That will just ensure they will come back."

Yoongi listens to Namjoon, defeat on his face, "Agreed. I will give them the gold Ragnar asked for but they must leave upon receiving it"

She listens then speaks, "Agreed. I will tell them to leave and not come back"

Namjoon speaks and King Yoongi nods, then asks her a question. A question that makes me nervous

"Will you be going with them?"

She talks and I intently listen to Namjoon

"I am not sure. I need to speak to Jungkook"

He nods

She turns to me and starts speaking, Namjoon translates, "Honestly I do not want to be queen. There is already a queen, Aslaug. Apparently my people do not like her since they named me queen. And I have no problem killing her."

I nod. I understand that she may not want to be queen. I would never want to be king

"There is someone who will have a problem with me being queen. It is Lagertha, Ragnar's first wife and the one who raised and trained me. And I do not think I can kill her"

I can understand that. This Lagertha is like her mother. I would not expect her to kill her mother

"But what I choose to do depends on what you want. I will not leave you behind. If you want to come with me, I will be queen of the Danes. If you do not want to leave, I will stay with you and name Lagertha as Queen."

I am shocked. She's willing to give up being queen if I do not want to leave? I do not know what to say

"If I give up being queen, I have to make sure they know I am not staying here or Lagertha will come back for me"

That is easy to do. We can pretend we are leaving after giving them the gold. I would go with her but would her people accept me? Or would they try to kill me? I am the reason she killed Ragnar and his sons. I do not want her to have to protect me all the time. And if we stay here, I can finally leave the army and stay with her

"Will your people accept me? Or would they try to kill me?"

Namjoon speaks to her and she answers almost immediately, "They will try to kill you. They will not accept you unless you are a slave"

"You cannot go there as a slave Jungkook", king Yoongi cuts in

I look at her, about to speak but then she starts

"I am going to stay here with you", Namjoon translates

I look at her and ask, "Are you sure? We do not have to"

She shakes her head, "I do not belong there. I have not belonged anywhere my whole life. I was taken and lived in places but I did not really belong there."

I hate that her life has been so chaotic and she was taken from her original home. I cannot imagine that happening to me

"But I belong with you, Jungkook and wherever you are is where I want to be. So I am staying with you"

I nod, overjoyed that she feels that way. I feel the same

"I belong with you Joanne and I'll follow you anywhere"

I hate that Namjoon has to translate for us. But it will have to happen for now

I take a breath and speak to her in her language, "Joanne, will you marry me?"

She smiles and nods. I pull her to me and kiss her. That is what I spoke to Namjoon about when we came in the room. I wanted to know how to ask her that in her language.

When we pull away, I speak to King Yoongi, "She is staying here. I am marrying her and she is going to live with me"

"Fine. As long as the Northmen are gone, do whatever you want", he answers

Good because he is not going to be happy with what I am going to tell him

"I am also leaving the army"

"Excuse me?", he snaps

"I am retiring from the army. I found my soulmate and I want to be with her. I will not put myself in unnecessary danger and chance death. I refuse to leave her alone without me."

I do not know what I will do. I have only known the army. But I have skills and money that I can do whatever I want. Maybe be a farmer. That would be easier than a war general. Or a painter. I used to love painting

"And what will you do? Be a lowly farmer?", he snaps

"Yes. Or a painter. Something like that. I just want to live with her peacefully"

He glares at me but he answers, "Very well"

I ask Namjoon to translate what just happened and he does. She smiles and nods. We finish the meeting with Joanne and King Yoongi discussing the details of when he will have the gold, when she will give it to her people and renounce herself as queen. I suggest my idea to make them believe that her and I are leaving the kingdom. Everything is agreed upon and we can finally leave

Taking her hand, we leave the palace and I lead her the way to my house. She looks around at the people and market, smiling at everything. I smile watching her

I am happy for the first time in a long time

I know we still have a lot to do to,- get her army away from here, get married and move away from the city so we can live peaceful lives. But for now I'm just happy being with her, happy I found her

I stop walking and turn to her, "Saranghae"

She gives me a huge smile and answers, "Saranghae"

I lean down, my lips on hers in a sweet kiss

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