V̶i̶k̶i̶n̶g̶s̶: F̶i̶r̶e̶ & B̶l̶o̶o̶d̶

Fire Without Dragons.

We start our journey towards the Russ. I wrap a new bandage against my wound and take a seat to braid my hair. I look to Ivar sleeping and take a quiet breath. I run a small braid under the existing one as I watch his chest move up and down. I stand and make my way over to him. I lay next to him and rest my head onto his chest. I don't want this to be the last time I see him. He adjusts slightly, wrapping his arm around me. I lean up and peck his lips softly. He lets out a gentle hum and pecks my lips over and over again. He speaks softly. "Is it time?" I look down to him and shake my head. "Not yet. I just couldn't sleep."

He wipes his eyes and takes my hand, kissing the knuckles softly. He sits up slightly with a slight wince. I run my hand against his chest slowly and he moves his hand to the back of my head. "We will be fine. I know it." He speaks to me. "Odin watches over us." I nod and kiss his lips sweetly. He strokes my cheek softly as I sit up and hum. I look down to him and a knock to the door. I put my head back and take a breath. I move from the bed and step to the door, opening it and leaning on my arm. I look to see Lysander and he looks downs to me. "Can't I be left alone for a moment?" I say and he gives a slight chuckle. "You're a queen. You don't get moments." I push open the door and look to Ivar. "I think queens should get moments. Or they become crazy. Violent." Lysander looks to me and steps through. "We need you crazy and violent. I was thinking." Ivar looks to Lysander. "Not too hard I hope."

Lysander glares to Ivar. He stands and I step to the bed, taking a seat. "What if he thought you were a ghost, coming to haunt him? We don't react to seeing you. Make him feel crazy." I furrow my brows at the thought. "Then you are protected." Lysander suggests and I hum. I look to Ivar and he nods. "That sounds good. "But what if he starts swinging a sword." I look to Ivar and tilt my head to the side. "Let's hope he doesn't miss."

Lysander leaves us and I help Ivar get ready. I run my hands down the scales on the front of his chest, kissing the side of his head as he is sat down infront of me. "I am slightly at a broken river." He speaks honestly and I look to him. "I hate him but at the same time he took me in when no one else wanted me." I take a seat beside him and look to him. "And Igor. What will happen to him?" I cup his cheek and make him look to me. "What do you want to happen? Because that kingdom will be his. Nothing will come of him, he is safe." He just looks to me. And for a moment. A look in his eyes. My face straightens as I realize this look. One I have seen in many of my enemies. My brother. I take a breath and then let out a light chuckle. "You are scare of me. That is funny coming from my husband." I stand and grab my coat. I pull it on and step out with a slam of the door. I start buckling my belt and step to my horse. "Let's go." I tell Lysander and he looks to me. "Trouble in your kingdom?" I hop up and look to see Ivar stepping out and I click my cheek twice, starting to move. Lysander eventually catches up with me.

It was an hour later before I spoke. "Am I really so scary?" I look to him and he looks to me. "You can be. However, you have to be Yrsa. You cannot let a man hurt your heart because he is merely scared of you. He is scared over the power you have over him." Lysander looks back towards Ivar then towards me. "We are ignoring him cousin, not paying him mind." I look to him and continue to ride the horse until we get to the middle of the Silk Road, before the patrols of the Russ. I step from my horse and look to the beautiful things people are selling. I step along and look to the beautiful silks and other dresses made. They're very different. Beautiful.

I cross my arms and then step over to where they are setting up our camp. "Make sure we have guards set up. But make sure they are Ivars. Make friends and see who we can trust and ask to lodge with them. Remember. Do not hurt them or their women or I'll cut your hands off." I announce and then step aside and sit behind a tree to hide away.

I lay my head back against the tree and close my eyes. I hear a shuffle and grab the hilt of my sword, looking up to see Ivar. I huff and put it back into the sheath. He shuffles to me and slowly sits down beside me. "Are you not cold?" I shake my head and look up to the sky. Lights are in them, a lot of them. "I do not fear you. I fear of what will become of you." He speaks honestly to me. "I love you Yrsa. I do not want to see you dead." I look to Ivar and then rest my head to his shoulder. "You will not mourn me if I am. For then I cannot reach Valhalla. We are Viking. We are born and bred to fight to the Death ivar. And I will have my revenge." I look to him and he places his forehead to mine. "What is your revenge on me?" He speaks quietly and I look to his eyes. "You have not done me wrong."