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Slight trigger warning for graphic violence in this chapter.
Though it is a tad bit longer, and there is a bit of everything in this part
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Vilja Chapter 10
Frelsa - Save

Drenching him in a warm orange glow, the sun only made his ash blonde hair come alight. His skin catching on fire in the fading light that dipped lower and lower toward the horizon.
Standing at almost twice her height, the advantage of his bulky size appeared cruel. Studying his movements, over and over, was her only option. Like most, his right arm was favoured. If she could react quick enough after the right arm had extended fully. She could have a chance.
Still somewhat injured, he was not moving to his full capacity. The skin may have healed thanks to her and their new bond, but his insides were still a mess. Still painful - if his constant abrupt twitching and pausing was anything to go by.
She had to land an expertly aimed punch right to his middle, pushing up into his ribs and probing his injury. Surely, we wouldn't be able to fight after that.
It was a long shot, but it was her only chance.

"If ya want to be a Hǫfðingi's Omega, ya need to be able to hold yar own"

"Against you?"

"Against anyone who would mean ya harm, little Omega"

"I'm to protect the pack while you're away?"

"Yes, inniliga"

Exactly. She understood Norrœna words that she had never heard, just by the context he used them in. The Alpha and the pack were speaking less and less English to her outside of their English lessons. Pride began in her chest and surged through her body. Once he had claimed her as his , the pack fell in behind him. Treating her just like they treated each other. For all intents and purposes, she was now a Norse woman. His . Was this what it felt like to finally be substantially part of something? Not just a pawn piece on a chessboard, but to truly belong.
Amidst her pondering, his right arm began its locomotion toward her. The past three days had been filled with fighting techniques and drills. Her mind was engrossed with any movement around her, unable to focus on anything else. Fighting skills seemed to come naturally to her, especially when he was teaching her. Their bond, even when incomplete, helped her watch and learn from him on a different level. She had already predicted his limbs course before his arm had left even his torso's side.
Wait, wait… Wait….

His fist connecting to her trunk was imminent, except, he was precisely where she wanted him. Twisting to the side at the last moment, thinning out his target, she easily dodged his punch. Connecting her own fist to his abdomen. Her force was aimed upwards, into his rib cage, pushing his organs right into his unhealed internal wound.

"Bikkja!" He spat.

The immense torso of her alpha slumped over as he grasped at his side. Protecting his wound. The smirk just rolled through her lips, smugness clearly plastered along with it. She really was a natural at it. It seemed her body remembered the footwork training from her dance maester. Her nostrils pushed out a quick sharp breath of air, as her eyes closed. She had managed to subdue the strongest Norse in the pack, albeit the most wounded.
Pressure depressed around her arms, grabbing hold tight and hurling her to the ground. She barely had time to open her eyes before she felt his entire weight on top of her. Hot irritation from her Alpha stung her mind.

"Don't lower ya varða, not even for a moment little Omega" His voice was low and abrasive. She had hurt him and pissed him off.

"Alpha…"

"Wounded animals are the most dangerous, ya need to be more careful. Don't let yar guard down 'til their dead." His hands forced her arms into the cold hard earth, sending painful signals to her brain. "Cocky little thing" His hot breath was such a contrast to the crisp air around her skin that it made her shuddered. But being underneath him, at his mercy made her throb with need.

"Alpha…" She mewed.

Having been bewitched by her heat only days ago, she would have been begging him at this point to knot her. However, he had ordered her to remain on her suppressants until her cycle had been completed.

It seemed the rumours she heard of the Norse and their seers were as deep rooted into their lives as she was led to believe. He would not be swayed on the matter, afraid to cross his Gods.

Abruptly, his body's influence over hers was gone. Looking up to watch him stand, hissing silently at his sudden movement. Still seizing his side. Pushing herself up onto her elbows she observed him retrieve a circular wooden shield, a red wolf emblem painted onto its surface. His hand also grasped a small sword, its blade thicker than she remembered both her brother's swords being.

"Yar a natural, I think it's time…"

Tossing the two handcrafted items at her, they clanged against the ground. Again, her ego swirled inside. Her Alpha contemplated her skills and deemed her worthy.

"Yar weapons training begins now"

Searing hot cooked saltwater flesh, usually succulent with flavour, tasted dull due to the scorching heat the food held. Still she shoved the food into her mouth, her body aching for more. Training really had upped her appetite to titan levels.

"Careful Mærr, ya might choke, or die from lack of air" Eijiro chuckled, nudging her runty sized arm. "Slow down!"

Sneering broke out from beside them both, coming from the large blonde Alpha. Eijiro's arms compressed into his sides, squeezing as far away from the small Omega as possible. His face pulling away from her as he finished off his meal.
Speaking with, or even just being near the joyous, genial Alpha was effortless. She had found herself seeking him out when not with Katsuki. It seems the Supreme Alpha was not a fan of the budding friendship.
Hesitantly her eyes rose to meet with the crimson gaze of her Alpha. They locked for only a moment, until his attention was stolen. Rana approached him first, slinking to him in a link of submissive steps. His snarls stopped the small omega dead in her tracks. It was now Eira's turn to try the Alpha's temperament. She hardly even stepped into the scorching fire's light before he was booming at them both.

"Fara frá!"

Back away, she had heard him say this before. While he was confused with fever.
The glares that followed, darted from the large blonde Norseman, straight to her line of sight. Hatred searing into her skin and piercing so deep she shuddered. They truly despised her, their whole lives were spent pleasing the Alpha. Begging for a bond, but never receiving what she had received in merely a week.
She understood the hatred. She even empathised.

Letting enough of the negative emotions in, she dropped her eyes from the two other Omega. All she could do was continue to feed her starving body.
Ears picked up the sound of a bowl hitting the hard ground, annoyance in the form of a grunt and the breeze from his long fur cape. She tried to seek him out but her eyes didn't connect with his in time, his back was already facing her as he retreated from the fire.

"He's in new territory Mærr, he has spent his whole life understanding who he was. Until ya came into it" Eijiro said, finishing the remaining stew in his bowl.

"So I'm to blame?"

"Nei, the unknown is what has caused his skap-raun" Eijiro said, grinning. "But ya can be the solution"

She blinked away the embarrassment that drowned her psyche. The flush soon followed.

The large red headed Norseman didn't seem to notice her change in demeanour. "Go t'him Mærr"

Vexation burnt into his chest, running up his arms, forcing his hands to ball into a fist. Rage ran down his legs, urging them to stomp the ground into oblivion. He didn't even know where it came from anymore, everything had gone his way. So why were his nerves so shot.

"Alpha?"

Honeyed, silky voice fell over his senses like a warmed fur blanket. His nerves had been shot, sure, but she always seemed to calm him. It was a substantially positive attribute their loosely formed bond created. He just had to give up his morals to reap this reward. Give up a part of himself he was not willing to give anyone.
He pushed out a sigh and sat down on his bedding.

"Can I help?" She cooed.

Temptress. Luring him in.

"Tell me what I can do"

His cock twitched inside his linen draws. Sweet wild berries loaded the air, electrifying sexual tension between them. It had been days since she healed him with their bond, since they mated. Maybe it was time to enjoy the benefits.

"Mm. Frekr" He murmured. His body relaxing at the conclusion of his decision.

She dropped down onto her all fours, trailing toward him. Face flushed with need. "Greedy, yes Alpha. So Frekr"

Milky white hands traced up the outside of his pants, tugging the harsh material slightly at the conclusion of their journey.

"Let me help you relax, eignask"

He groaned blatantly at the word. Claim. "How d'ya come to learn that word kitten?"

"I've been listening to talk around the camp, Alpha"

Removing his gaze from her hands to her amber eyes. Gods she was alluring. He had been too busy healing and training her to allow himself room to enjoy her. Much less explore his developing feelings for her. She was offering him a chance to redeem that mistake.

Maybe she could melt away his anger, the searing fury about having no control over what was to come.

He was hit again by a wall of wild berries.

Immediately he had gripped her petite frame and had her pinned to his bed. Where she had slept, undisturbed for nights on end inside his tent. He had been cruel to her, that was clear.

"Tell me what ya want little kitten" He growled into her ear. Venting a long drawn out moan from her.

"Taste me Alpha, fill me up, nýta"

Flashing his incisors at her only áeggjun her on more. If that's what she wanted.

He would be happy to oblige her.

"Pull up ya skirt" He said, releasing her and sitting back on his haunches.

Her face burnt red, her usual pink cheeks completely drowned in her hot flush. She slowly sat up, not letting her eyes drop, even for a moment.
Fuck, he loved her defiant gaze. He would fuck it out of her tonight. Not stopping until she was satisfactorily filled and submissive again. Exactly how he wanted to, the very first time she flashed her wide, auburn eyes at him in that small fishing village.
Her hands brought her dress and slipped it up to her thighs, she shimmied her ass as the heavy material was raised above her hips and over her shoulders.
Such a delicate little thing, her naked form in front of him always ignited his Alpha.

"Undrask, such a delicious little slit"

"Alpha"

"Veltask!"

Hesitation for a moment told him she didn't completely understand. This time, trying to convey its meaning through his thoughts, he spoke. "Veltask"

Immediately she rolled over, pushing her stomach and face into the bedding.

"Good girl"

With her arms beside her she shivered in anticipation. Slowly he drew his hands up her legs, the action tightening and covering her skin in tiny bumps. Cooing softly, her face driven into the fur blankets. Hips rocking ever so slightly. Her body had begun begging.

"Am I a good Omega?"

"Yes, such hlýðni"

"What does that mean Alpha?"

"Obedience"

She let out a staggered breath as his hands grasped her rump, spreading her open for his viewing pleasure. "Hēdher-līcer"

Pushing his body over her, he sunk his teeth into her soft thigh flesh. A yelp sounded at the sudden bite. However, quickly the shocked sounds turned to moans as he got closer and closer to her cunt. Stopping only to pay her scent glands some attention, sucking and nibbling at the raised flesh between each thigh.
Wild berries were softly infiltrating his senses, urging him toward her wet centre.

"Ya smell so fuckin' good kitten" He said, rising his body to meet his mouth to her ear.

Shivering, her face turned toward him. "That makes me so happy Alpha"

Nipping at her lips, she parted them, allowing his tongue to explore hers. Feeling her breath push out with each moan, expertly displaying her need for him. He kissed her hard, pressing his lips just as desperately into hers. Her moans turned into gratitude loaded mewing.

Pulling away from her, he dragged his lips down her back. Meeting her folds from behind he slipped his tongue over her wet flesh, lapping up her juices. The little omega under him jetted out a groan in bliss. Induced by the sounds escaping her mouth he pressed his tongue over her slit and stroked upwards.

Although she wasn't in heat, he couldn't tell. Her scent was overpowering and her pussy was soaked, much the way it had been on their trip to Egremont.

"Spread yar legs"

Obeying she gave him greater access to her. His tongue now circling her swollen bud. The anchored rolling of her hips over his tongue made light work as she came to orgasm. Slipping two fingers, coated in her juices, inside her tight walls as she clenched around them. Detailing how his shaft would be strangled, it coaxed new throbs and twitches from his cock. Her body's quivers eased as she drenched his tongue, lips and chin with her sweet, musky arousal.
Before he let her get up, he bit into the plump flesh of her scent gland, squirting fresh pheromones and oils into his mouth. Mixing with her sex and sending him into a frenzy. One his Alpha was not in control of this time.

"I'm going t'fuck ya so hard," He said as his grip loosened, allowing her body to twist. His accent became thick with desire. "I'm goin t'stretch that tight little cunt, erupt deep inside"

She wriggled into place, her place, below him with her legs spread deliciously for him.

"Yar going t'take all of me, like a good girl"

Nodding, even though it wasn't a question, she looked directly into his eyes. Begging.

His hands freed him from his pants, cock bouncing free, thick and veiny. "Ochako"

Whimpers indicated she understood his reasoning for calling her by her name. Not only was the omega side his, but so was Ochako. The defiant little Saxon bitch. She was his.

"Katsuki" She murmured, fondling her breasts. Fingernails dug in deep as his eyes moved from her hands to her mouth. She bit down hard on her lip. "Please fuck me"

Slowly his thumb pushed her thighs upwards, already they were rolled out and spread flush with the ground. Giving him complete access to her dripping core. His immense, scarred hands grabbed her thighs as an anchor. Freely he rubbed his length down her folds.

"Uh, oh G... God"

He snarled. "There ya go again, cursin' yar God. Ya have such a ókræsi-legr mouth Ochako"

"Fill me up, please" She uttered between moans. "Katsuki, please"

There was something about the way she moaned his name, desperate and lascivious. He wanted to hear it while she clamped herself around him, soaking up his shaft.
Handling his cock, he pushed his tip into her swollen folds. Urging himself in, at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"You're so... big" whimpering as her hands gripped the sheets.

Regarding her form beneath him, back arched, hips rocked, she urged more of him inside her. He kept a slow pace, training her cunt to take his solid shaft. She was stretched to her limit.

"Fuck, yar so tight"

"Ahh, you're so hard, and thick Katsuki. Am I...I doing good?" Her eyes opened and he just about nutted there and then.

As he pumped his first thrust inside her, full of fascination, he observed her face. Eyes closed, mouth opening in a long deep moan, skin wet in sweat and flushed red. She was perfect.

"So good, ful-kompna" Groaning deeply, he thrust deep and hard. "Perfect" He explained.

He pulled her body closer, encasing his whole length with her slit.

"Is this what ya needed?"

"Yes, please, harder"

His eyes moved to her slicked opening. Watching eagerly while his cock disappearing into her spongy folds as he skilfully rolled his hips. Picking up the tempo while his fingers squeezed at the meat of her thighs. The walls of her core constricted around him with each hard ram, skin slapping and sticking as they connected.
He couldn't hold back his climax for much longer, the snug suction of her pussy kindled his nerve endings. Sending hard, sharp waves of pleasure to his head. Drawing him in a bright, searing white buzz.

"Look at me" He said, looking back at her face.

Loyally her amber eyes fluttered opened. That luscious gaze, full of spirit, was what he wanted to see as he blew himself deep inside her.

"Yar mine"

"I'm yours Katsuki"

A guttural growl roared from his throat as his cock visibly throbbed his thick creamy seed deep up into her core. He dropped down, hunching over her as the waves of his orgasm peaked and retreated. Her hands slipped around his face and gently she kissed him, licking at his mouth.

"I'm yours Katsuki Bakugou"

Clashing with her shield, the Skjaldmær's sword bounced off. Successfully she deflected.

"Good Mærr!" The larger, fair haired woman said. She dropped back into an attack stance. "This time push as the impact is coming. Force them back. They won't expect such power from a tiny little thin' like ya"

Ochako followed suit, dropping and raising her shield, keeping it just below eye level. Katsuki had left with a small group of warriors before she had awoken, still dazed by the night before. She was left to train with the shieldmaidens. Unexpectedly, they were just as ferocious as the Alpha. Their size was no comparison, but they were warriors. Fighting alongside the men in battles. Killing Saxon men twice their size.
Lingering thoughts of battle were broken by a shove from the Skjaldmær. Her entire body weight behind the impact that hit the wooden shield. The small Omega went flying, thudding to the ground as a yowl came from her throat.

"Your weight will be used against ya, and ya lack of concentration" The stockier woman laughed.

A laugh pushed its way out of her, even though she would feel that blow for a few days. She knew the Skjaldmær did not mean her any harm.

"Let's take a break Mærr" A hand was offered. "Food needs tending to, if we are goin' to feed this lot"

She grasped the woman's calloused hand and used it to pull herself up. Wincing at her tailbone ache. The Norse sure did like to throw her around.

"I'll go and collect some herbs"

The taller Viking nodded and made her way toward the centre of the camp. Slapping the backs of slackers as she went.

Ochako disappeared into the trees, the sounds of the camp fading behind her as she trudged on.
Finding a decent patch of familiar plants inside a small grassy meadow. She bent down and began collecting. Letting her mind wander and daydream as she went. There was something therapeutic in the rhythm of pulling and plucking, with only the birds for company.
Her Norse life was a world away from the oppressed life - if you could call it that - she led before. A slave to her religious King, he would decide who she married. Some old Alpha, keen for her family's estate and riches. Even her father would be powerless to decide.
But here, she was free. She had chosen her life. Katsuki.

Excruciating sharp thud to her head suddenly burst into her thoughts, bringing her back to reality. Her eyes, dazed from the highly impactful blow to the head, tried desperately to find the source of pain.

"You little bikkja!" A yowl came from her side.

Eira.

"W..what is happe..."

Another, more brutal crunch rattle her brain into a white fog. Sending her to her knees. Her hand landed on a large, broken stick. Her eyes tried valiantly to focus, she began to make out the branch under her.

"You stole him from us, you dirty little Saxon whore!" This time it was Rana.

"No" Ochako whimpered.

"You piece of shit, look at you, so pitiful!"

It couldn't end like this. Not after everything.

Katsuki!

Something inside snapped, bringing on a panic she was yet to feel. It seeped inside, searching her surroundings and locking onto the threat. On its own, her body lunged. Impaling the stick, her hand grasped, into Rana's left eye.
The wailing was nauseating, invoking a gag reflex in her throat. Blood gushed from the wound and covered her hands and arms. She jumped backwards as Eira swung at her again. This time she eyed the weapons she carried. A large rock.

"You cunt!" Rana screamed, running toward her with a knife.

Unable to defend both of them, she dodged the knife swipe but could not get out of the way as she connected with the rock Eira brought down on her.
This time, the blow knocked her out. However, only for a moment, as her brain switched back on the second before she hit the ground.

Katsuki

It was hopeless, moving her hand to try and defend her head as Eira ruthlessly stepped toward her. The very last thing she remembered as death raced across her mind, was his smell.

Sandalwood.