"Ragnarssons In" - Archive I

Shouldn't be this way...

The request:

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⁑ Warnings: Heavy ANGST, mentions of death. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

Björn

When the bad news comes out of the room, he says absolutely nothing. All trace of happiness just vanishes from his face and he clenches his jaw and tightened his fists trying to control his own anger. His eyes got teary, but he doesn't let any tear to fall. He tries to be strong and gets into the room, pulling his beloved to his embrace, trying to make her feel safe and supported.

"We can try again, my love. We can always try again."

Ubbe

He was already concerned when the room became too silent. His heart seems to stop inside his chest when he hears the terrible news. Even his breathe loses its rhythm like the pain ripping his chest is too hard for him to handle. His eyes go into nothing, looking around like searching for some support. He goes into the room with tears in his face and holds his beloved against his chest, kissing the top of her head, looking to the roof as he could see the sky and the face of the gods looking at him...

"Why?"

Hvitserk

When the slave leaves the room he doesn't need her to tell him something is wrong. The bad news seems to rip his soul from his body. His eyes pour tears he doesn't even try to hide and he goes inside the room to join his beloved, hold her into a tight embrace, and cry silently with her with his heart torn into pieces...

Sigurd

It is not like he wasn't prepared for this hypothesis. He didn't want it to happen, but he prepared himself for everything and when the bad news comes, the first thing he can think about is his beloved inside that room. He goes to her, holds her in his arms, rocking her side to side slowly, caressing her hair and her back, trying to give her all the security he can.

"It was not the time, but he will come to us, my love... shh... Everything will be fine."

Ivar

His first reaction is to lose all expression in his face, find the first wall next to him and punch it as many times as he can, screaming loud and clear like a growl of pain and anger. He tries to put all his wrath in these punches, hurting his hand. But he only stops when only the void hole inside his chest is there replacing all the fury. So he sends everyone away, crawls inside the room, lay beside his beloved and hold her in his arms, hiding her face on his shoulder and letting her cry as much as she needs, trying to hide his own sobs behind his hurt hand, covering his mouth and asking himself silently why the gods are cursing him this way.

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