VIKINGS IMAGINES

How they react to your death

A/N: First shot at preferences. What do you think?

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Bjorn: He would shut it out, cry for a little while but that would be all. He would be fixated on enacting revenge, it was Ivar who started the war, Ivar had killed you. Everybody but his mother had kept their distance, the silence drowned him and all that surrounded. However, you could tell what he was thinking. It was written across his dark expression. Bjorn Ironside would never be the same after you.

Ubbe: He would go back to Margrethe. He left her for you, with no regrets. The slave said he would come crawling back. She was right, only because she was his last resort, the only way to fill the gap you left in his heart. If he talked about you, he was most likely drunk. The next morning he had either forgotten or silently pleaded for his brother's not to speak about it. Even Ivar abided by his wishes. He held a great deal of respect for you, you were a strong shieldmaiden after all. And they do say, all the brave ones are first to fall.

Hvitserk: Slaves, drink, food and sleep. His life became mundane soon after your passing, an endless cycle of sorrow. He would mask his depression with the women he took to bed and  mead that washed away all memory of you. The Ragnarssons knew you deserved better. However, this was how Hvitserk grieved. Therefore, they just had to wait for it to burn out. In the back of their minds though, they doubted that would happen.

Sigurd: He would blame Ivar. He always would. He had the same excuse every fight. If he wasn't angry because of their argument, you wouldn't have ran off scared and died. The manner haunted him in his dreams. All alone, unable to fight back as men ravished you. Sigurd could only hear your screams in the silence. That's why he played his oud, it distracted him from the loud quiet.

Ivar: It would be as if you never existed. After loosing his mother, he couldn't stand another death, losing another person he loved. He bared his soul to you as a lover for the Gods to take you away. He filled in the holes in his life with strategy, battle, fights and constant talking. No one could understand. They knew how you changed the youngest son of Ragnar, it was like magic, some even went as far to say you were a witch. He never opened up. Until Freydis came to him as a sacrifice. She said things only you would say and he couldn't imagine the words coming for another's lips. He killed her. Killed any woman that didn't pity him. He wanted the disgust to shine in the eyes of every female he encountered. He feared to love, because he knew he couldn't replace you. And if he did, he would shame every vow he swore to you. His (Y/N).