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Info | Requested by Anon
⁑ Warnings: Heavy ANGST, mentions of death. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.
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Björn would silently cry as he comes closer to the bed. He would caress her face and touch his forehead with hers. He would promise to take care and raise their child and to find her after his death.
May Freya lift you up... And take you gently to her halls... My love.
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Ubbe would turn his eyes teary as soon as he receives the news. He would pass his hand through his hair, then cross his hands over his head. He walks into the room just to see the truth before slipping through the wall beside the bed till sitting in the ground, putting his head between his knees, turning himself almost into a little ball and crying in low sobs, with all the pain of the universe in his shattered chest.
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Hvitserk would look in disbelief. His eyes are filled with heavy tears and he nods his head negatively, trying to prevent them to fall, failing miserably. Furious, he punches the wall as many times as he can, hurting his fingers before lean his forehead forward, touching it into the wall, sobbing with a clenched jaw that opens only to let go a loud cry of unimaginable pain.
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Sigurd freezes with the information. His expressions fade into nothing and his eyes lose in the ground, filling with tears. He sits, seeming to lose his north. He asks to see his baby but as soon as he holds the child, his emotions seem to come in a huge wave and he cries, comforting the baby against his chest.
I promise you... I'll be by his side, love... I'll raise him as we wanted... I promise... I promise...
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Ivar frowns, silently leaving the room and the house. For a while, everyone thinks he is so cold... He seemed to feel nothing. His eyes had no tears and his face no expression.
But in a few moments, the entire city can hear his screams of despair, like he was destroying his own throat trying to make the gods hear his suffering
WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS CURSE? WHY!? TELL ME!! WHY!?
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