The Virtue

Our Storms

Nova's POV

He enters the dim room and stops 

I shut my eyes close, pretending to be deep in sleep

I can feel him removing his armour and putting down his swords as the metals clink

I hear his sighs, his groans and his hurried pace around the room as he unwinds

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Ivar's POV

These metals around my body makes my biceps sore

I pull out a stool and sit on it while I remove my muddy boots

"Fuck..." is what I keep saying to myself

The rain has stopped and the moon has appeared

Damn I hate the English weather the same way I hate the English people.

I see her body in the moonlight, perfectly sculpted by her sculptor

"Oww!" I say as my eyebrow bleeds but it's last of my concern

"Should have buried him alive there, piece of shit" I mutter to my self

I look at her again as I remove my mud ridden clothes , how flawlessly she is pretending to be asleep.

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Nova's POV

He groans a little and all I want to do is ask him what is hurting him?

But I don't, as I squeeze my eyes shut

Scared to even breathe

He climbs in the bed and says something in norse language and lies down

Him and I, only inches away from each other on the bed

But miles away emotionally...

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Ivar's POV

My eyebrow hurts

My jaw hurts 

And 

My heart hurts

I turn a little towards her as I see her

Her body rises and falls with every breath that she takes

Her brown locks falling so perfectly on the bed and that dress

Damn that black lace dress, makes me want to tear it apart with my teeth.

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