Chapter 14: Calmness

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Haukea was a quiet person. She rarely gave away her emotion, and certainly not anger. Her inner wolf told her to do a lot of things in search of the right partner, though her dominance off him was getting better and better. So the exception to her mastery was lust and when someone, despite the warnings, touched her fur.

The woman tilted her head to the side, the atmosphere suddenly becoming unpleasant. From Haukea's throat snarl broke out, the viking on the ground shivered.

"Do not mind me." She said to couples, who stopped dancing and musicians, who stopped playing. "I'll just rip his hands off and we'll be able to go back to have fun."

Nobody among the gathering responded in any way. Only the group of people next to them has frozen. Her bare feet hit the floor, her hair framed her round face, emphasizing how wild she was. She stood before Harald, only her fur was between them. She reached out her hand in a gesture of impatience and waited. When the man did not give her a wolf skin back, Haukea lose her patience.

She grabbed her precious item and pulled it to her. But Harald did not want to let go. She looked at him, she tilted her head to one side, her eyes narrowed. For observers it must have been at least amusing. They looked like children, who quarrel about a toy and can not come to a consensus who's going to have play with it. Haukea, however, was laughing out of the other side of mouth.

She clicked her tongue dissatisfied, now more irritated by his immaturity than furious. She tugged the wolf skin again and when Harald stubbornly refused to return her property, she leaved her left hand on the material and her right hand clenched on his throat. The man's eyes shine dangerously for a moment, then fear crept into them, but as soon as the emotion appeared, it as quickly disappeared.

Haukea did not have to wonder why. The cold blade of the dagger touched her neck, just above her collarbone. Although she felt she felt it on herself, she was not going to draw back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Harald's brother, Halfdan, threatened her. There was nothing strange about it, she should have expected it.

"My brother would like to have you, that's true. But do not think that his desire to fuck you is stronger than fraternal love."

Haukea dig her nails into his skin. She moved to Halfdan to let him know that he might try to cut her throat, but his brother would die at the same time as she. A smirk appeared on her face, and the giggle escaped from her lips. All this situation became more and more tiresome for her. She felt like biting on their throats and tearing them off, she wanted to show that she was the one that was superior.

"I may want him to fuck me, but that does not mean I will not crush your throat with claws." she snapped. "Give back what's not yours, Harald Finehair. You do not want to end your adventure in this place, do you? You are not the king of Norway yet."

Harald hesitated before telling the next sentence.

"If you kill me, then you die too..."

"Because your brother will put a knife through my neck?" she laughed. "I will take it out and kill him with it. Because of the wound, I would suffer for months, but I would survive. I am Úlfhéðnar. I bite hard and I do not let go. You can kick and beat me, and I will not let go. I will not let you go, until you quit. It is not easy to kill me."

It seemed to convince him. He let go of the fur, so she also took her hand from his body. The presence behind her disappeared, and it passed her to stand next to it's brother. Haukea sat on a bench, straddling it. Her fur was placed between her legs and she watched as Bjorn and Floki approached the men. They pulled them further into the room and Haukea could not eavesdrop them, though she listened. The voices mingled and the woman did not know, which belonged to who.

Ubbe, who was sitting beside her, laid his hand on her knee, as if to see if he could say something. Her gaze softened, a delicate smile appeared on her lips. Ubbe returned the gesture, but failed to ask how she felt. Ivar beat him to it and started a conversation with Haukea.

"That was a beautiful dance, Haukea. It's a pity you stopped. Can you try again? But this time without being a bitch?"

Haukea didn't refrain from letting her laugh out of her mouth. This was not what Ivar expected. He thought she would explode once again, that she would in anger say things, that she would regret, that she would be ashamed of. Margrethe abandoned his knees to serve the assembly and, strangely, it pleased him more than enraged. He used her only to torment his brothers and to awake jealousy in Haukea .However, the presence of the slave itself irritated him. The girl was not what he wanted.

But after tonight, he realized that he might not be what Haukea wanted. She is strong, independent and confident, but also full of energy and joy. She loved to dance and she looked divine, while doing it. The crippled man could not take his eyes off her. She moved gracefully, her hair swirling with her body. She tempted with her every movement, smile, with all of her. If this is a basic dance, then Ivar was already afraid of how the allure dance will look.

"I'm sorry I did not give you as much attention as you need." The woman hit the nail on the head."And leave poor Margrethe alone. You know that she doesn't like pain and is not able to excite you. Do not punish her for what your brothers do."

Ivar leaned forward and motioned to her to approach him. The habit made Haukea to obey. A few steps separated them, but the woman did not came closer. She stood before him, her body relaxed, but she remembered her earlier anger. She looked at Ivar and she felt as if she had not looked into his eyes in ages.

The blue, clear eyes that devoured her, that were telling her all about Ivar. Usually, a quick glance was enough and she knew everything. But long gazing at his soul confused her. She saw so much there, that she sometimes wondered how he could have so much in him. Anger, jealousy, confusion, but also tenderness, rapture and... love. Haukea was afraid of what he could read from her.

"Come closer, Haukea." It was not a request, but an order, nevertheless the woman did so anyway. She laughed at his next sentence. "I don't bite."

"I beg to differ." she giggled. "Stop that, Ivar. Stop messing with my mind."

The tone was loose, amused, but her words were not a joke. She really wanted him to stop playing with her. The same thing apply to Ubbe. She wanted to be able to choose. Her body needed her to choose a partner, a mate. Her only one.

She couldn't have Ubbe. He wanted to be free, he wanted to enjoy many lovers, even more he desired adventures. Haukea was created for the raids, it was true, but it did not mean that it was something she wanted to do for her whole life. At some point, she will have to stop being a full-time warrior to give birth to babies, take care of them and teach them all that is necessary. And Ubbe could give her a family. Healthy, strong children, who she would teach to fight, would teach them to control the wolf nature. But she would not be completely happy. She would only have a part of Ubbe, because no matter what she did, he would not remain faithful to her.

Ivar's fidelity would remain satisfactory. She was sure of that. He could slap or squeeze Margrethe's butt, but Haukea knew he was not planning to do anything else with her. His behavior made the shiver run along her back. He was a cripple, but he still showed his self-confidence, his superiority. Haukea is an alpha female, but she also needs a male, who will be equal to her, but will be able to discipline her. Ivar was like that, she reacted to him. But his disability was a minuscule also in her culture. It did not bother her, although it was assumed that a person, who is disabled from birth will not give healthy children.

"It is your fault." he said. "Once you are here, with me, then you are gone. You also give unclear signs."

She sighed heavily. Why is making decisions so difficult? The emotions swirled in her and when she saw the blond slave coming to their table, she gestured with her hand, that she wanted her to accelerate. The girl stood in front of her, Ivar between them. Haukea did not have to ask Margrethe for an opinion, she knew the answer from her body speech.

The girl had a shifty eyes. She looked at Ivar, then on Haukea and repeated. At other times her eyes fled to Ubbe and Hvitserk. She felt uncertain. And not in this 'I'm a slave' uncertain. Margarethe was afraid of Ivar, afraid of his desires, she was afraid of pain.

"Give Margrethe a rest, all right?" she requested with a gentle smile."You know that only I can give you what you want."

In her expression there was no jealousy or possessiveness, but the woman saw the boy's eyes light up. She decided, however, to allow Ivar to enjoy this moment and not deny his false conjecture.

"So give it to me." he demanded.

Haukea opened her mouth to answer him, but Aslaug went up to Ivar, whispered something in his ear, and then disappeared into the crowd. Ivar's smile became playful, predatory. He looked at Haukea and said.

"There will be a ritual, Haukea. Isn't it splendid?"

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