King Ivar spends much of his time with his infertile first wife: neglecting his second wife, the mother of his children, a Freyjasdottir. Eventually, it catches up to him when a foreign King Sverri invades his lands.
tw: abuse, character death, etc.
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You sit on a heap of information. There are four brothers: Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk and your husband Ivar. Each of which had their own agendas for the fate of the King Sverri. Bjorn would probably be immovable, you see that from the look etched over his strong features. He would do what he was going to do because he was a man. He wasn't your sweet Hvitserk who would go wherever the wind blew. You knew you could probably change Hvitserk's mind given the right parameters.
But Ubbe. Ubbe was different.
"You're acquainted already. Good. How am I not surprised?" Ivar throws back his ale, searing bitter heat down his throat. You ignore his little snark with a roll of your kohl lined eyes. His wary ones betray the snark, eyes lined darkly with a lack of sleep and a jaw locked tight. He was jealous. Somehow, he knew that there was reason to be jealous of his eldest, full-blooded brother by the way you trill Ubbe's voice. It doesn't go unnoticed.
"Ivar." Ubbe sighs a breath out. His eyes crease in concern as you tug the dress over your head. You jerk the strands at your ribs tight to cover your breasts, snuffing the air of your lungs when you snap back to Ubbe.
"Don't mind him, Ubbe." You say. "He's just jealous."
Your toes hit the cool ground, searching for the cincher to go about your waist.
"What do I have to be jealous of, hm?" Ivar slams his mug down and the sloshing liquid spills over his tense fist. He jams his fist underneath his chin otherwise ignoring you calling him out on the obvious. He chooses to address Ubbe. "How do you know my wife?"
Clearly ill at ease, Ubbe stands back up and makes his way to his brother, setting his hand on Ivar's cheek. At any time his brother might snap. The younger of the brothers turns his face up like hard stone falling in Ubbe's hand. Before Ubbe can say anything, you beat him to it.
"Ubbe was my first love." You say with clear defiance of the softness Ubbe tries to contract on his younger brother. You walk around Ubbe as Ivar throws off his older brother's hand. How was he not surprised? Why oh why was he not surprised? Had Kitta not told him?
"She's fucked one of your brothers, you know." Kitta said one night. Ivar had come in a wonderful mood from visiting you. He had it all. The family he always wanted and a beautiful first wife that laid on top of his ruddy furs.
"What?" Ivar scoffs a laugh, stripping himself of his tunic and trousers both. They are shed in another direction.
"One of your brothers." Kitta reaffirms. "She slept with one of them. She told me that she lost her virginity to them."
Ivar felt a low boil in his gut. Rage? Confusion? You never told him who the man was that stole your precious virginity. The virginity that should have rightfully belonged to him as your first husband. His mind flies to the first offending party. He couldn't ignore it. Was it... Hvitserk?
