Berserker ✔

16

After trying to explain to Haldor that she and Ivar weren't anything and almost throwing a chair at him, Gunnhild herself came to inform them that Bjorn threw a small feast for Haldor's men. Ronja only went for the beginning of it, and then she sneaked out to search for the man that didn't even spare her a look and overbearingly flirted with a servant. Ronja had to admit she was jealous, the small part of her heart that she opened to him, was already owned by him.

She didn't dare to spare anyone a look as she made her hunt for him. How dare he to ignore her and not let her feel the electricity of his vibrant blue eyes. How dare he to flirt with another woman while she was in the same room. Ronja wanted to gut the woman and then choke Ivar with her livers. She didn't need to search for him for long as she already knew where he was going to be. And she did find him there. Sitting on the clearing his look, fixated on the water.

She marched over to him and stopped by his side. Her foot tapped his rear. Oh, how she wanted to kick him into the water.

"I knew you would find me." Now she wanted to kick him again. Her eyes squinted as a harsh breath left her nose.

"Did you? I thought you were too occupied, with a woman ready to lift her skirts!" A boisterous laugh filled the woods. Now she was seriously angry. Her hand struck him on the back of his head.

His head twisted so he could look up at her. His eyes were dangerously shining, and then she felt the world disappear under her feet. She landed on her back with a painful thud, and her back arched in pain.

"You lowbred pig!" He pulled her legs, that idiot. He laughed again.

"No need to be jealous, you should know by now that I much rather like untying pants." She kicks him in the hand that caressed her calf. Then her foot struck again, kicking him in his gut. His breath knocked out, and she doesn't waste time as she pushed him on the floor. She quickly climbed over his legs, so she is straddling him, trying to ignore the aching pain in her back. Pulling the knife from her boot, she held it under his throat.

"I hate you!" He gave her a taunting smirk before pushing his hips up and then throwing her over his head. Ronja huffed angrily before climbing to her feet. She turned ready to knock him down with her fist, but she saw his naked chest instead.

His solid muscles distract her enough for him to knock her off her feet again. She frustratedly bangs the ground with her fist before groaning. Her eyes connect with his, and this time she saw he already lost his pants.

"Is this what you were planning to do with the woman if she followed?!" Before he could answer, she twisted on the ground and kicked him off his feet, on his naked but.

He groaned in annoyance, "Gods, woman, only you and I come to this place!" Ronja didn't shift her mood and tried to stay mad. Openly glaring at him.

He huffs, "I didn't want to make it suspicious in front of Haldor." Ivar picked up his head, his eyes searching over her face.

He sat up and, she followed, sitting up from across him.

"No woman looks as beautiful as you." She shook her head before raising a brow. Okay, she wasn't as mad now.

"Why are you naked?!" He laughed and slowly stood up his hand brushing his skin from dirt. Then he walked into the water leading her there as she did him for the first night. Sighing, she stands up and undressed.

"Haldor doesn't care if we are sleeping together" —she informs him as she climbs into the water— "he cares if we have feelings for each other." He doesn't turn to her, so she slowly sinks into the water. Making sure to keep everything except her head under the water, she floated towards him. The water wasn't that cold even if it was in the middle of winter.

"That's why I was keeping my distance." Did he admit that he has feelings for her, or did he mean it, so Haldor didn't start to think they had feelings for each other? He turned around, his arms enclosing around her. His lips reached her collar bone, and he began to mark her delicate skin. Slowly the scorching feeling of his lips reached over her throat her ear.

"When I look at you, all I can think about is making you pregnant." A bubbly laugh passed her lips. She knew that already but it still made her shake her head.

"The only think on my mind is you. Since the day I met you." Ronja shook her head again as the familiar feeling made a way to her heart. It didn't take long for him to claim her for everybody to hear and see.

*

She giggled as he tickled her sides on their way back. Slapping him over his hands, she dragged him behind one of the houses. Her mouth collided with his, and she let herself be lost in his world again. She wanted him again, but she couldn't let herself go. At least not in the middle of the town where anyone could see them.

Trailing her lips to his neck, she breathed lowly, "Lead me to your hut. I want to do it in your bed!" He grinned at her as he interlocked their fingers and started to lead her.

She held his one hand with both of hers as she rubbed his skin. Ivar admitted to himself that he loved how she acted after sex. So free-spirited.

"You will be the death of me," He joked as she kept on giving small pecks to his neck. But that happiness was fleeting as they faced the woman he was flirting with. That was also the moment Ronja realized it was the same woman that was seducing Bjorn, Ingrid.

Ronja breathed like a dragon through her nose. Letting go of Ivar's hand, she walked before him. Once she stood a foot away from the woman, she smirked. She felt Ivar's hands on her shoulders as he assumed a fight was going to happen.

"You're Ingrid, right." Ronja had spoken to her for the first time, but she already hated her. The blonde woman had a too smug face, and Ronja wanted to bash her face. Ronja hated even more that she was attractive.

"Listen here girl, you will stay away from Bjorn's dīck or" —a knife appeared in her hand— "I will carve your pretty face."

She walked to her side, tilting her head at the blond woman. "While we're at it, stay away from Ivar, or I will drown you in the sea as a sacrifice for Ægir!" With that, she slammed her shoulder into hers. Ivar hurried behind her, his fingers still tightly enclosed around her shoulders.

Angry, she slashed his hands off, her elbow hitting him into his abdomen, "If you don't stay away from that woman, Gods help me because I will gut you by her side!" He chuckled lightly, massaging the place she hit him in.

"Woman Odin himself would favor you over any woman." She scoffed, walking off with brash angry steps. He laughed before he tried his best to catch up to her.