~Viking Camp France~
Bjarke got up quickly from Raven before she could do something to give him bodily harm. "AHHH! You bastard!" she cussed, struggling against her chains. Bjarke just looked at her, struggling and defenceless. If he wasn't hard then he was hard now. He licked his lips, thinking about all the things he could do to her at this very moment. Raven was so distracted about breaking free of these chains that she didn't hear Bjarke walking back slowly to her with a predator lustful look.
She froze in her actions, hearing his footsteps coming closer and closer. A cold shock went down her spin, for once in her life she was afraid and it was her lover. "B-Bjarke.. What are you doing?" she stuttered. He straddled her waist, leaning over her frozen body. She was so scared that her body couldn't move an inch. "Oh Raven, I thought I would try something. Do forgive me for scaring you." he whispered in her ear. She slowly began to relax, feeling his gentle touch on her skin. Gasping when his need poked at her thigh. Raven cursed herself for being so weak but at the same time she was getting excited. Bjarke was slowly lifting her tunic and tracing the curves of her belly until… "Bjarke! Get out here!" Ruffnut screamed. Bjarke groaned whilst Raven snapped back in reality and headbuded Bjarke. "Ahh! Dammit!" he recoiled from her, grasping his nose that was clearly broken. Raven smirked, even though her forehead throbbed it was worth it. "Now, unshackle me." Raven shook the chains in irritation. Bjarke chuckled, lowering his hand that was covered in his blood. "It's for your own good Raven. We will finish this when I get back from the raid." he carefully walked around her and grabbed his gear. She shook the chains in fury, sitting up properly to hear where he was going.
"Unshackle me! I can't believe you betrayed me! You sided with mother didn't you!?" Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, unable to hold in her heart ache. Bjarke walked over to her again with his pack and axes, and grasped her chin and stared into her clouded eyes. "Like I said my love, this is for your safety." He pressed his lips against hers. She struggled and didn't kiss him back. He pulled back with a growl at her response and with his hand raised, gave a sharp smack against her cheek. She grunted in pain, falling on her side on the impact. "BJARKE!" Ruffnut bellowed, getting impatient. Raven whimpered in pain. "That was for breaking my nose. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you." Bjarke got up and left the tent, leaving a broken Raven on the cold, hard ground.
Ruffnut stood outside the tent with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Bjarke walked over with a lopsided smirk. "Is it done?" she asked. He nodded, readjusting his equipment. He went up beside her, with a serious looked. "You know she will never forgive you right?" Ruffnut grunted. "And she will never forgive you." Ruffnut closed her eyes briefly and sighed. "It's for her own good.". The next morning Astrid, Ruffnut, Fishleg and Tuffnut mounted their dragons and took off into the air to the church while Bjarke led the rest of the vikings on foot. He may be a prick but he was a powerful warrior.
They painted themselves in blue and white paint, with swords and axes on their sides. They were ready to raid. Zephyr had a cold face on the outside but was shaking with fear on the inside, she was not ready to raid or raiding in general. Her brother on the other hand was more than ready, with a sword and shield in his hands he was eager for battle. He was a true viking, while Zephyr was not. She slowly looked over to the tent where Raven was being held captive, she debated whether or not to release her from her bonds but talked herself out of it. "Vikinger! Er vi karle!?" Zephyr snapped her head towards the bellowing voice of Bjarke. "Ja!" everyone chanted back. "Huske! Kjemp mot fiendene dine i felten. Du må heller ikke bli brent i huset ditt!" Everyone banged their swords against their shields and a loud chanting boom spread throughout the field. Horns blew against the wind, they were on the march. Raven sat down cross legged, her wrists blood from the constant tugging and pulling, tears poured down her face. Hearing the horns, she cried even harder. "I will never forgive them."
~The Church~
It was early morning, the air was crisp and clear that it almost sparkles. Arthur was asleep in his upstairs dorm along with his other brothers. Not knowing that dragons and vikings were upon them. Silence came… and then…
Bang! Boom!
A thundering boom crashed against the ground, fire spread throughout the grounds. "Ahhhh!" a nun screamed. Arthur jumped from fright, hearing the crashing boom out in the yard. Then he heard a blood curdling rowr and a ferocious beast. "The devils have come!" all of his brothers got out of bed to witness the horror out of their windows. Arther only had one thought in his mind. 'Fiona!'. He got out of bed, still in his white dress robe and bolted down the stairs to the courtyard. "Brother! What are you doing!? You'll get yourself killed." one brother called out after him but it was too late.
Bursting out of the open Arther, first hand witness the devils work. Hell fire spread everywhere, burning everything in its wake. Beasts on wings fly across the sky like dark shadows, blood stains the stone ground of friars and nuns. Their eyes empty of life and faces twisted in terror. Arther can feel the contents of his stomach churn in disgust. He covered his mouth and nose with his hand to block out the horrid smell. But he could still receive the essence of copper of blood, ash from the fire, and brimstone from the beasts above. " Drep dem! Drep dem alle!" Bjarke shouted. Quickly Arther hid behind a stone wall, he leaned over enough to see but enough that the invaders didn't see him. He saw a strong brute of a man clad in armour and blue and white paint leading an army of men, women and even children.
"Dear God, help us." Arthur murmured. The invaders began banging down doors, dragging out his brothers and sisters while they kicked and screamed in terror. Having seen enough he turned away and was about to set out to find Fiona until… "Well, well. Where do you think you're going priest?" Tuffnut mocked, placing a dagger against his pale neck. Arthur held up his hands in surrender, unable to utter a word because of the cold blade. "Well, my stupid brother caught another one? Yoopie!" Ruffnut mocked. Arthur was so distracted by Tuffnut that he didn't see the two headed dragon merely two feet away from them. Arthur's knees buckled and he dropped to the ground, unable to remove his gaze from the dragon. Tuffnut leaned back away from the priest and flipped the dagger around lazily. "Oh you're just jealous of my awesomeness."
"Nevermind that, we should take this one alive with the rest of them." Tuffnut looked over at the horror stricken priest and laughed. "Fine! This one's funny. It would be a shame to kill him now." Tuffnut roughly grabbed Arthur by the arm and dragged him to one of the empty rooms in the church.. Ruffnut followed suit, leaving her beloved dragon Barf to look out for any other survivors. Ironically Tuffnut led the poor, weak priest to the chapel where his brothers and even the old high priest were held captive under the cross of their lord. Arthur quickly looked over and saw the nuns were lined up against the walls and holding each other in fear and comfort. Tuffnut shoved Arthur with the rest of the monks and priest while he fancy walked to the altar where lay a golden goblet filled with red wine and a gem encrusted cup. Ruffnut just sat down on one of the wooden benches in boredom, while Bjarke and the rest of his viking breathron taunted the monks and counted the amount of loot they stole.
Tuffnut grabbed the goblet and cup and walked over to the nuns with a goofy smile on his face. The nuns cowered in fear, trying to push their bodies into the wall just to get away from him. "Hello ladies, anyone care for a drink?" Tuffnut asked while pouring the wine into the cup. The nuns didn't say a word too scared to even utter a single word. Arthur got up from the ground and looked around his fellow brothers, all murmuring prayers in desperation. "You evil demons! You cannot do this in the house of God!" the head priest stood tall and proud against these evil beings. Arthur looked up at him in adortion, but saw the pagans just laughing at him. "Brothers and sisters do not be afraid. They will not harm us here. Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Amen!" and as quick as lightning, the holy father was shot in the shoulder by an arrow. Arthur gasped in horror. "Ah!" the priest grasped his shoulder in pain, blood staining his pure white rob. A scream echoed out from one of the nuns, Arthur looked over and saw it was his Fiona that was screaming in terror. "Sorry, but couldn't stand his babbling anymore." Bjarke laughed, setting down the bow and arrow.
The high priest staggered back from shock and pain. "Watch out!" Arthur yelled. He quickly ran to his mentor's side before he collapsed. He cradled him in his arms, pressing down on the wound on his shoulder to stop the bleeding but it only made it worse. The priest groaned in pain. "Oh.. looks like the man is in great pain. You should probably end it." Ruffnut taunted Arthur, looking both him and the priest in amusement. Arthur looked at her in horror. "I will do no such thing! Someone, please just help him!" he begged but only got a laugh at. "You should do the honors Zephyr." Ruffnut looked over at the frail girl who was just hiding in the shadows. She jumped and pointed at herself. "Me?"
"No! I will not let you touch him!" Arthur pulled his mentor closer to his body to shield him away from these pagans. "Of course silly! You're the only one who is not covered in blood, your first time should be a priest." Ruffnut laughed while walking over to Zephyr and grabbed her by the neck to pull her out of the shadows. "R-Ruffnut I don't-"
"You would kill a holy man. May god have mercy on your soul!" Fiona spat, glaring daggers at Zephyr. "You shut up! And you! Make us Odein proud and kill that man." Ruffnut shoved her spear in Zephyr and pushed her to the two men. "NO!" Fiona shot up and tried to run towards Arthur but Tuffnut grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. "Ow! Let go of me, you're hurting me!" Tuffnut only chuckled and placed his lips against her ear. "I'll make it hurt more if you keep struggling." Zephyr took shaky steps towards the two, tears threatening to drip down her face. Arthur placed himself in front of the head priest to shield him from the child. "Child of god, I know you don't want to hurt us. Please give me the spear." he tried to reason. Bjarke walked over to Arthur and punched him straight in the face, hearing a satisfying crunch when his fist connected to his face. "Don't listen to this christan. Kill him." Bjarke dragged a bloody Arthur away from his mentor. The high priest tried to drag himself away from the evil girl but with his shoulder wound he couldn't get very far. Every viking and dragon watch in anticipation. With trembling hands Zephyr raised the spear, aming right for his heart. She looked straight into his terrified eyes and began to cry. "Forgive me…" she plunged the spear into him, hearing the sharp tip slice through flesh and bone till she hit stone. Blood splattered onto Zephyr's face, the priest's blood curdling scream and finally death. "NOOOO!" Fiona sobbed.
Cries and cheers echoed in the chapel. Zephyr opened her tear stain eyes to reveal what she had done. She trembled in fear, a scream caught in her throat. She felt a sharp pain across her cheek, she caressed her burning face and looked up at Bjarke. "Vis dem aldri at du bryr deg. Vis aldri frykt." Zephyr nodded crying from the pain from her cheek and walked away, leaving the spear embedded in the holy man. Woozy but conscious Arthur crawled to his mentor's body. Cradling his head on his lap and staining his pale, cold face with his tears. Fiona struggled even harder against Tuffnut but he was very strong. "I told you if you keep struggling it will hurt more!" The door of the chapel burst open to reveal a blood caked Astrid and Stormfly with even more captives and even a knight. Fiona gasped. "Claude!" Claude looked up all bloodied and tied up with shock and dread in his ears. "Fiona!" Both siblings tried to run to each other but their captiours held them back. "Well done Bjarke. I see we have plenty of slaves to sell." Astrid praised. Bjarke smirked at the complement whilst Tuffnut and Ruffnut gave him dirty looks. "Murders.." Fiona mumbled. "What did you say christan?" Ruffnut sneered. She walked in front of Fiona and ripped off her cap, where her red auburn pooled down her face. Everyone stared in awe, having never seen that kind of hair color in their lands. Especially Bjarke, he licked his lips and could feel himself getting hard from staring at the nun. "Please! Don't hurt my sister, I work for the king of France and he can give you anything you want! Money, jewels, land, even women. Please just don't harm my sister." Claude begged, down on his knees. Astrid twirled around the rope that was binding Claude in thought.
She slowly walked in front of him like a lioness stalking its prey. Zephyr watches her mother stalk the poor, handsome man. Not daring to reveal herself to her mother. Astrid crouched down to the knights level and grasped his chin to force him to look at her. "I don't believe you." she smacked him across the face so hard that he fell on his side. Everyone laughed at the little knight's humiliation. She got back up and looked at her son on top of Stormfly. "I'm counting on you both to watch him." Nuffink saluted while Stormfly just squawked back. Astrid howled in victory and soon the rest followed. "Gather the treasure and the christans. We have a long way to go to get back home. Ruffnut, may I have a word?" Astrid asked. Ruffnut shrugged and followed Astrid out of the chapel. Bjarke made sure that both Astrid and Ruffnut were gone and walked his way over to the redheaded nun. "I'll take her off your hands, Tuffnut." Tuffnut glared at Bjarke, not trusting him for a second. But he couldn't stand holding this stubborn christan. "She's all yours." he shoved her into Bjarke's arms. Arthur's head snapped up at the display and a burning hatred boiled in his gut. "You are not to touch her." he growled, feeling a foolish burst of courage course through his veins. He got up all dirty and drained and made his way to Bjarke. Which in turn made Bjarke laugh even harder while Fiona tried to get out of his embrace.
Two of his loyal generals grabbed hold of Arthur's arms and held him in place so he would do no further. "I like you father. It seems that you care for this one." Bjarke forcefully grabbed Fiona's face and crashed his lips against hers. "Mphm!?" Fiona struggled to get Bjarke off her but he was too strong. Arthur fought against his captors but he was too weak to stop what was happening before him. Saliva dripped from the corner of Fiona's mouth, she couldn't breath. "Hey Bjarke, you shouldn't…" Tuffnut started but Bjarke ended the kiss with a satisfied smile. Fiona lifted her hand that she got free and slapped him across the face really hard, blushing profusely in anger. "You bitch!" Nuffink shouted, he jumped off Stormfly before checking that the knight was still unconscious and stomped his way to the nun. Bjarke raised his hand to stop Nuffink for coming any closer. Blood dripped down his mouth to his chin from the slap but he still smiled. "Stubborn… I like it. I'll try her out… see if she can satisfy our men." A cold chill went down Fiona's spin and dread filled her body to the very core. "No! No! Brother! Someone help me!" she screamed, looking at her brother but he was still unconscious but then she looked at Arthur pleadingly. Arthur looked back at her in hopelessness and fear. Tears pour both down their faces, knowing their was nothing either of them can do. Tuffnut stomped his way to Bjarke, finishing the wine and tossing it on the floor. "You can't do this. You already have a woman." referring to his niece that was chain like an animal back at camp. He glared at Tuffnut and held Fiona even closer to his chest. "I can fuck who ever I want old man. Like I said it's for the good of the men and women. We must train her." Everyone cheered in agreement. Tuffnut growled and walked away, knowing that he can't win. He gave Fiona an apologetic nod and looked away.
(Warning: Rape)
"AHHHH! NO! NO!"
Bjarke lifted Fiona above the ground and walked past the impaled priest and slammed her front down on the wooden altar under the cross. He held her arms behind her back and ripped her black dress to reveal her bare behind. "No! No!" Arthur kicked and fought but the generals held him down in a firm grip. "Hope all of you enjoy the show." Bjarke chuckled, he licked his fingers and pressed them against her woman hood to get her wet. She shivered in disgust. "Good news! She's a virgin!" He praised. Bjarke unblocked his pants to reveal his long hard need, already dripping in pre-cum. Everyone stared either in disgust or excitement. The kids just stood frozen about what is about to happen to the poor nun girl. "NO!" Both Fiona and Arthur screamed at the same time and with one good thrust Bjarke was inside her. He didn't even give her a chance to catch her breath at the sudden invasion. Her body rocks back and forth from the intense thrusts. "Ow!Ow! Stop it! It hurts." Blood dripped to the floor of her core being ripped open.
Claude slowly regained his conscious and saw that his beloved sister was being defiled under the very house of god. "Ahhhhhhh!" He roared in a fury. He got up from the ground, seeing red but before her could even take a step two clawed feet held him down. He growled and cried while he watched his sister be raped. Bjarke moaned and went even harder until he could feel himself getting close. Fiona felt so dirty and naked in the eyes of the lord that she hoped that she would die soon enough. With one final thrust he burst his seed deep inside her. Fiona cried out and passed out from the shock and pain. Tuffnut knew then and there that he had to get Raven away from Bjarke and kill him.
Translation: ~Vikings! Are you ready!?
~Remember! Fight your foes in the field. Nor be burnt in your house
~Yeah!
~Kill them! Kill them all!
~Never show them that you care. Never show fear.