Just a few little imagines.
Add a little bit of oneshots.
May include a bit of Hvitserk, who knows.
Maybe throw in some of Heahmund.
I will be accepting requests.
It will always say completed, but I will still update on here now and then.
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Words:1209 A/N: This is lightly edited and all I could be motivated to do. I hope you enjoy it.
P. S I just realised this is the 50th part. YAY ME!
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Once he was fixated on the idea of a child, nothing could waver his desire. You were in York and you begged him not to continue raiding however, it seemed after you became with child, he no longer cared for others' well being. If he wanted you to eat, it was to keep the baby strong, if he wanted you to sleep, his excuse was to keep the baby healthy. No longer was there that spark that fused your souls together. Once, you would embrace his intimidating warmth as it seeped into your body. However, It was all gone now. Each loving caress and softened gaze was a whisper that was near to inaudible. While drunk on fatigue, you dreamt your husband, your Ivar the Boneless was pressing light kisses on bump of your stomach.
There were days when you were just content in each other's presence. But, ever since the death of Sigurd, he filled the silence with pointless conversation.
"Now that we have the Christian, we are to sale back home, to Harald!" Ivar explained as he staggered into the room, placing the majority of his weight on the crutch. It dug into the wood with a distinct vibration that sent shivers dancing down your spine.
Like you were doing for the past weeks, you hummed in response. You weren't sure if he even attempted to recall the last time he heard your voice, because you had. It felt as if a word did managed to reach the ears around you, it would no longer be your voice. Maybe it would be hoarse or just... Different.
"Is that all you're gonna do all day?" He questioned.
Finally! You cheered internally. Now did he realise the hole that had carved its way into your relationship.
"Do you even care about me?" You spoke up, turning to him with tears brewing in your eyes.
"Of course, you are the mother of my child, my queen, my-",
"But am I your wife? Because, I genuinely can't see it",
"How could you even say that? You would be nothing without me, probably still sleeping around Kattegat, more as a whore than a thrall"... Ivar's voice was suddenly bitter. And before you knew it, the palm of your hand was stinging as his head was turned to the side, his cheek was already branded red from the slap. You would never forget the look in his eyes, like a tempest they roared yet they were subdued because of your state. You were in fact carrying his child, but not out of love, out of what you owed to the man that freed you. Or, that's what you desired to think.
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Ivar woke to bloodcurdling screams. You alerted the whole Heathen Amy with your groans and cries of pain. You were bringing his child into the world, just like their father they were stubborn, refusing to cooperate as you pushed with all your might.
And how you pleaded the Gods to bring back Helga, allow her to soothe your worried thoughts and wipe your brow dry of sweat. You didn't entirely trust the shieldmaidens planted between your legs, inexperienced in delivering your child.
However, the baby must've been too grown. Pushing wasn't working, the pain was unbearable. None of them knew what to do, they didn't want to loose their Leader's legacy or his wife. But, in that moment, they knew only one would survive the night, and it wouldn't be you. The silent exchange between you and the blonde shieldmaiden beside you said more than any words. Soon enough, with a strained smile you flickered you gaze toward the dagger placed in the woman's belt.
"I can't m'lady, he will have me dead by dawn" she spoke softly while you gripped her hand tighter.
"Please...-" you begged, "- he has to know, he h-has to p... Prove himself" you announced breathlessly.
Hesitantly, she held the dagger in her grip as the others watched on in fear, knowing what was to happen the next day, even if you begged for it. Tears brimmed against your (E/C) orbs as you forced your vision onto your spread legs and the bulge of your stomach. They would be brought to the world soon, with a cry for life. And it would be because of you. You repeated it like a mantra, they would be okay... All okay, you prayed to the Gods for it and you most certainly knew they heard.
As the blade cut into your abdomen, a white light blinded you from the candle lit room. If only he was beside you, if only Ivar and you could've forgotten the petty arguments. How you internally begged for him to be beside you. Yet, every time you looked to your side, you were disappointed to witness the distraught expression of a stranger.
Meanwhile, Ivar was sitting in the church, he ordered his men to sleep. But, he couldn't force slumber to over take his racing cosmos. With every pain-filled scream, he was tempted to rush to your side. However, Ivar was a man who held pride close to his heart and mind. He never really did listen when you said such a thing came before the fall.
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The sun broke over the eastern horizon. Ivar had surprisingly dozed off. And instead of celebration, he was forced into the eery silence of morning. The ominous sensation pushed his metal, supported legs forward and to your chamber. Upon entry, his eyes widened at your pale form laid beautifully upon furs. Like a princess in immortal sleep, your fingers were intertwined on your stomach, your (H/C) was cast around your head as if a halo and your fair features held a content expression. A Christian would call you an angel, and you certainly were one as you slept. Well... he thought you were sleeping.
Soon enough, he realised something was wrong. When he was at your side, he was confused as to why you didn't wake up. You were a light sleeper, hearing the contact between his crutch and the floor would've woke you up.
"I'm sorry" a woman suddenly spoke, he turned to see a boyish, blonde woman, with her arms occupied with a bundle, she held his child.
"What did you say?" He questioned as he flickered his gaze between you and the shieldmaiden.
"I'm deeply sorry for your loss-" she echoed, pausing her steps forward until she was face to face with Ivar and extending his child out, into his arms. "- she wouldn't've been born without your wife's sacrifice".
He instantly felt his heart drop. His stomach twisted with a pain he never thought he would experience after his mother's death. You were his wife and with this, he fully realised the extent of his feelings. Ivar couldn't move, he was frozen in the white noise which plagued his mind.
With the silent dismissal of the shieldmaiden. He continued to stare down on your corpse with his daughter held close to his chest.
He desired to scream, Ivar the Boneless finally regretted every malicious word he had said toward you. And he silently begged to have you once again. But, from experience, he knew that begging wasn't enough to bring you back.
