Gift Of The Sea//Ivar The Boneless Fanfic

Chapter Thirteen

 Warning : Sexual content

As a hand went over Nerida's mouth her eyes shot open, Ragnar motioning for her to be quiet as he pointed to Ivar. "I need to speak to you." He whispered as he took Nerida's hand and led her into another small chamber, her body screaming in pain as she slowly sat down on the bed.

"What is it?" She asked as she placed a bandaged hand over her ribs, her breathing slow as she didn't want to cause herself more pain than needed. She watched as Ragnar slowly knelt in front of her, his shackled hands grabbing hers as Nerida looked into his tired old eyes.

"Take care of Ivar, and I do not mean how a wife is supposed to, I mean better. Love him even when it seems impossible to find love in your heart. Make sure you stay by his side, and help him become, the great leader, I know he can be. You must swear to me, on your life, on the life of the child that I know you will bear, that you will protect and love Ivar with all that you have inside you." Ragnar asked as he gripped her hands tight in his.

"Yes, Ragnar. I swear on my life, on the lives of my future children that I will love Ivar with everything that I have." Nerida said as Ragnar smiled joyfully, a sadness in her heart as she knew that Ragnar would not be going back to Kattegat. "Your sons will revenge your death Ragnar, and I will make sure it is revenge worthy of the great Ragnar Lothbrok."

"Good, I wouldn't expect anything less." He smiled as he stood, his hand taking hers as he slowly helped Nerida to her feet. "You are so strong Nerida, but you are also kind. Don't ever let your heart and mind get tainted, as mine have." He said as her hand reached for the door, a smile on her face as she cupped his cheek with her hand.

"I hope to see you in Valhalla, Ragnar." She smiled weakly as she hugged him once more before slipping out of the chamber, her hand wiping away a stray tear from her cheek. Nerida found it almost poetic, that a man she once hated to see, was now a man she would mourn so deeply for.

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"I have something for you, Nerida. Something you want, very much I do believe." King Ecbert said as she stood in the middle of the town square. The King had wanted a private meeting with her as Ragnar had wanted with Ivar, her heart racing as she wanted nothing more than to sail back for Kattegat.

"I am not a pirate, I want nothing of gold." She said she as saw two guards emerging from the castle, a hooded and shackled man in their grasps as they tossed him to the ground. Nerida watched as the hood was removed from the man's head, her heart stopping and her blood running cold as she saw that it was her father Wrynn.

"What I have is worth more than gold. Your father was captured many moons ago, and something told me to withhold on executing him and now I know why." King Ecbert said as he handed Nerida a sword. She gripped the sword so tight her knuckles turned white and the wounds on her hands opened, her eyes blinded by hatred as she remembered every vile thing he had ever done. "I cut out his tongue, his screams will not be heard."

Nerida slowly walked over to her father, his once black hair now streaked with white, and his face now scarred from the hot oil she had thrown in his face the night she had escaped. She didn't flinch as he spit on her foot, a small smirk growing in the corner of her mouth as she looked down at the frail, weak man that she was once terrified of.

"You allowed me to get beaten and whipped. You stole me and my infant brother from our mother and then you allow them to COOK HIM ALIVE! Tanais didn't deserve to die he was a child! I was a child! I CURSE MYSELF FOR HAVING YOUR BLOOD INSIDE ME!" She screamed as she raised the sword over her head and brought it down in one swift motion taking her father's head clean off.