This was requested by HLunaGinny
Happy new year and enjoy my loves!!!
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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.
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.
"Ivar you fool, why must you be such a monster!" Sigurd yells, his voice cracking as he looks up at his brother who had walked half the length of the table and was leaning on it for support, watching from a distance.
"I didn't mean to...Sigurd. I was angry...I-I didn't mean to." Ivar whispers as the crowd that had been watching starts to slowly clear, not wanting to watch what was in front of them.
Ivar never had anything against you, in fact he saw you as a close friend. No matter how much you teased him or argued with him, he never wanted- never intended for this to happen.
"Well you did! You fool, leave before I do the same to you!" Sigurd screams, the tears streaming down his face. A few land on your forehead as he quickly looks back down and pulls your head a little closer to cradle.
"Sigu-" you start and immediately gasp out in pain as you start to feel your eyes flutter shut. You try to move your hand up, successfully thankfully, and you place it on the side of his face, cupping it.
You stare at him with loving eyes, the only think he giving in return being muffled sobs and more tears. "Don't speak, it will be fine, trust me...save your energy." He hushes you before pull you up and essentially hugging you.
"Promise me...promise me you'll go on Sigurd. Cause I'll always be with you....always." You whisper to him as he pulls his head away to look you in the eyes for the last time.
"No..no I won't go on, I can't go on!" He sobs and you give your attempt at a soft smile, coughing up some blood in the process.
"Do it...for me." You breath out before your hand drops from his face and hits the floor, your head slumping to the side as you let out one last finally breath.
Sigurd lets the tears flow now, muttering to himself over and over again as he places a kiss on your nose, keeping you close to him. The lack of warmth coming from your body hurt him, your life disappearing right in from of him and he wasn't able to do anything about it.
As Sigurd holds you, crying harder then he ever had before, you were witnessing everything again. Your death, the moments before and the days and years that came before that.
—— 4 years ago ——
Hvitserk had dragged you out of bed, bright and early to go training and by the Gods were you tired. All you wanted to do was lay down on the ground and sleep but his grip on your wrist was rough and you didn't feel like getting in a fight with him.
"Come on y/n, I have a surprise for you since you've been wanting to work on your axe throwing." Hvitserk chimes out, looking back at you and giving you a sideways smile.
"Fine, but once I'm good enough I'll throw one right at your head." You smile and stick your tongue out at him and he returns the gesture right back to you.
Once you arrive at your normal training spot you see Hvitserks brother is standing by a few logs, axes in front of him. "Well, you've never had the displeasure of meeting my brother Sigurd, but I'm afraid it had to be done. So Sigurd, y/n, y/n, Sigurd." Hvitserk smiles earning a head shake from his brother.
"Always so harsh brother, not a good look for you." He pokes at Hvitserk before looking over at you and smiling, "I must say though, I always see you two together so it's nice to meet you." He beams, holding his hand out for you to shake.
Once the formalities were out of the way you got started on training, and it wasn't easy. You had thought Hvitserk was harsh, Sigurd was even worse, correcting the simplest things. After 4 gruesome hours of training, he felt that you had gone through enough.
"Well, you have a few points to work on but that's nothing a little more practice can't fix." He beams and you sigh as you walk over to where Hvitserk was sitting. He hands you a cup of ale and you down it in an instant.
"Well we have lunch with a few royals coming to talk of a treaty, we mustn't keep them waiting." Hvitserk smirks and you look right at him and cross your arms.
"I'm not going dressed and smelling like this." You try to argue back as Sigurd walks over and stands next to his brother, a smirk on both their faces.
"It's too late to change now." Sigurd say softly, holding back a laugh along with Hvitserk. You simply glare at the two of them.
"I swear by the Gods I'll kill you both." You say in a threatening but jokingly tone as you point at them. You then look down at your clothes and theirs, realizing they weren't in much better shape then you.
"You'll need more training I'm afraid." Sigurd teases before him and Hvitserk run off, you not far behind.
—— 3 years ago ——
"This armor is ridiculously difficult to get on, who fucking made it?!" You cry out as you slump down on a rock, Sigurd laughing next to you as he sips from his cup.
"You complain too much, do you know that?" He smirks, finding it rather humorous at how you couldn't get the final strap done.
In your defense it was in an awkward spot on your back and you had been training all weak so you were sore, but that didn't excuse you from Sigurds comments.
"Oh bite me you dog." You scoff, rolling your eyes as you slip your hands behind your back and attempt the buckle once more.
Sigurd watches you as you sit there, an eyebrow raised ever so slightly from your comment. He sighs to himself though as a bright smile comes to your face and you jump up in victory.
"I got it! Thank the gods!" You cheer, looking down at the water to see what you looked like all done up. You couldn't help but check yourself out at how the armor made you look like a true shield maiden, something you had wanted to be since you were a little girl.
"What do you think?" You ask, turning around to face Sigurd with a bright smile on your face. He takes a final sip from his ale and smirks before speaking.
"I'm sorry to tell you that all that hard work was in vain," Sigurd say softly, his eyes raking up your form, a small frown forming on your face, "Cause it's about to all come off." He finishes, his eyes finally meeting your own before he stands up and wraps his arms around your waist.
"You've been teasing me all day during training, now let's go." He smirks, placing a kiss to your forehead.
"Fine, but we're taking the long way so I can show my armor off." You pout, earning a sigh from Sigurd and a light slap to the ass as you go to walk.
—— 1 year ago ——
Your head was pounding as you woke up, a light groan escaping your lips. You could hardly remember the night before, besides a lot of ale and singing.
"Sigurd." You groan, drawing out his name as long as you could to annoy him.
"What?" He mutters, only just waking up as well. A sharp groan comes from him too as he brings a hand up to his head and holds it, "How much did we drink last night?" He groans and closes his eyes.
"A lot apparently." You laugh lightly and he joins in with you, rubbing his eyes before stretching his arms out and intentionally place his hand on your face once he was done.
You just poke your tongue out and his hand doesn't even budge, making you groan as you have to actually put effort into moving him. You pretend to stretch just as he did and when you bring your hand down you do it with more force.
A loud slapping sound makes you laugh as his hand jerks up and he install grabs your hand, looking over at you. He pushes a few of the blankets out of the way so he can clearly look at you and he gives a soft smile to you, causing you to do the same back to him.
"Fucking dork." You mutter, earning an approving grunt from him. Then you both just lay there for a little, looking up at the ceiling before Sigurd speaks again.
"Will you marry me?" His voice rings out as he looks over at you, his fingers intertwining with your own. A new serious tone was in his voice now, one that you hadn't heard him use in a long time.
——
If you could still cry you would, all your memories with Sigurd were fading though. You could hardly remember them but you were sure Sigurd would savor them.
He was the love of your life and you left him alone, it hurt you more then the axe did but you couldn't fix it. All you could do was keep true to your promise and be with him.
Always be with him.