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Seeing Ivar in crutches for the first time had certainly not helped the feelings that had begun to brew in Alfild's mind. He stood taller than her, green having to look up to blue for once. And his presence in the room seemed to double, if that was even possible.
The town was celebrating over the defence of York. More importantly, they were celebrating their leader. Ivar The Boneless.
Though Alfild assumed she'd be bitter over this moment, and perhaps she was a little, all was overshadowed by a strange feeling of glee as she heard people speak of her friend. Ivar had become just as legendary as her in far less time. The Gods were on his side, and so was The Great Heathen Army. He'd done something that no Viking before him had done, not even Ragnar Lothbrok. Love him or hate him, it was impressive.
Currently, Alfild was still struggling to decide which emotion she felt more strongly towards the Prince. Love or hate?
She walked over to the Christian Church that the Vikings had taken over, avoiding the large number of warriors that celebrated in the street. When she finally made it inside, she pressed her back against the door with a relieved sigh.
Alfild was used to those around her, but she'd never much enjoyed company. She enjoyed silence. She enjoyed being alone with her thoughts gathered clearly. It just so happened that Viking culture.... Meant the exact opposite.
Slowly, her eyes opened once more. When they did, they were greeted with the surprised blue orbs of the great leader himself.
Ivar sat alone, the sound from outside ringing through the church. He seemed deep in thought, although that came to a sudden halt when Queen Alfild barged through the door to find peace.
"Ivar!" She greeted, not expecting to see him and unsure what else to say.
"Alfild." He returned flatly.
The girl stood there for a moment, eyes darting between the Prince and the door.
"I uhm-" She stumbled over her words, quickly standing straight and preparing herself to leave. "I should- bye." Was all she managed to get out before running towards the door.
She hadn't spoken to Ivar since their last conversation. Since she almost let her feelings slip. She assumed that if she avoided him, the problem would go away. That was how it worked wasn't it?
Ivar remained in the church, utterly perplexed by the previous interaction. His ocean eyes were fixed on the door as he tried to figure out what had just happened. The truth was, not even Alfild could give him that answer. Usually, she would have an answer for everything. But ever since she noticed her heart beat that little faster in Ivar's presence, her mind became incapable of functioning properly around him too. No one had ever really taught her what to do in such situations. So, even when she was around him, she couldn't even muster up words to say. There was nothing. Instead she just stared, probably making herself seem a little terrifying. Or at least that's what she thought.
"Was that...?" Hvitserk gestured back at the girl as he made his way inside the church. Ivar just nodded. "What was she doing here?" The middle son asked.
"I have no idea." Was all Ivar could honestly say in response.
As the days passed, Alfild's total lack of presence became abundantly blatant to the ragnarssons. She'd sit and talk with Ubbe and Hvitserk but as soon as Ivar appeared, she just vanished. The brothers didn't really understand. Ivar assumed that he'd offended her in some way, though he couldn't exactly figure out how. None of them could.
Until finally, the youngest brother decided to speak to Alfild The Merciless about what the Hel was going on.
