They were arguing again, yelling about how Ivar was crazy for wanting to do something. You couldn't be bothered to really pay attention at this point, all you really wanted was to eat.
Sigurd quickly stood up as more insults left his lips towards Ivar, they were quick and poorly thought out. They were the same ones he used all the time, commenting about him being a cripple and how he couldn't please a woman. You couldn't help but try to hold back a laugh, even if it was over used, it was still funny how upset he got.
Bjorn yells harshly at the two not even seconds later though, growing tired of the childish game they were playing once more. Ivar simply tells him to shut up as Sigurd words sink in deeper.
Then Sigurd snaps.
"No, it must be hard now that your mommy's dead....knowing she was the only one who ever really loved you." The words left his mouth in slow motion before he picked up his cup and took a victorious sip from it.
Meanwhile at the other end of the table Ivar was fuming, his hand urgently looking for his axe. "Ivar. IVAR!" Ubbe yells but he speaks too late as Ivar picks the axe up and throws it like his life depended on it towards Sigurd.
You don't really know what got into you at that moment but you quickly lunged from your seat the second Ivar had picked up his axe. Your hands dropping the fork and cup of ale you had as if it were nothing, before you shove Sigurd roughly.
Then comes the horrific pain as the force from the axe makes you stumble a few times. You take a harsh breath in and glance down, the entire world seeming to have no sound as you look at the axe sticking right out of your chest.
You look back up and see Sigurd standing there, eyes wide open, and mouth agape. You try to speak but when you open your mouth the only thing that escapes are trails of blood that seem to thicken as the air touches it.
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A small breath pushes out of your mouth, causing a short spat of blood to come out. You felt it trail down your neck and stain the collar of your shirt before your eyes started feeling heavy. At that exact moment all you wanted to do was close your eyes and go to sleep, maybe wake up in Sigurds arms once more, just feel okay again.
The world suddenly seems to jolt back to its normal pace as a shriek from the crowd brings you out from your thoughts.
Sigurd rushes over to catch you as you lean to the side, going to fall. The pain in his eyes make you hurt even more as he cradles you on his lap.
"You're fine, you'll be okay...just breath..it's fine." His voice goes a little high as he speaks, his eyes watering and lips trembling at the sight in front of him. You can practically hear the doubt drip from his lips as he tries to calm you down, even though you knew it's to calm himself more then you.
