Vilja Chapter 7
Láta - Concede, Yield

Horse hooves pounded the cold, sludge-like ground. His vision jumping from one to the other, his focus completely zoned in.
He blocked the first sword, and deflected the rebound with his sword. It was too wet with blood to complete the task. Cold hard steel sliced open his bicep. Forcefully a groan escaped him. His right arm had been damaged.
Still his confidence did waver. He was worth twenty Saxon fucks!

His arm dropped beside him. Giving it a moment's rest before another onslaught came.

"KATSUKI!" A sharp voice rang out.

Memories hit him straight in the stomach, flooding his mind with a voice.

"When the skin is slashed and pierced by Saxon steel"

His eyes moved to her position. "Leave him alone! Don't kill him!"

"They will howl to protect you against their own"

Her eyes were wide with fury, up on her knees reaching out for him. Of course, she knew his wound was significant. Quickly he switched his focus back, using her distraction as a way to gain the upper hand. The horse was struggling to turn around, it's nerves shot by all the death around it. He lurched forward and drove his sword into the meaty, exposed leg. Cutting the blood supply to the Saxon's legs. It was a fatal wound.
The wound on his arm had made him slow. The second last man's speed increased by the sight of his dying comrade. This time he was pierced in the chest, pushing under his arm.
Ignoring the tormented flesh, he grabbed the steel, unbalancing the warrior off his horse.
Quickly he ended the bastard's life with the edge of his shield. Crushing the man's head in.

"Fárbjóðr!" He screamed triumphant.

One left.

Violent words erupted from the Commander. But his voice was drowned out by more memories drawing to the surface of his mind

"You must call them Frændi"

Many moons ago, the Seeress had warned him of his fate if he was to sail to the British Isles. Every time she had conversed with the Gods, the Seeress, she had produced quality information for him. She had never failed.
And now was not the time to disobey the Gods messenger. Or their message.
Yes, of course. Of fucking course.

"They come as an enemy. There will be a secret between you. Wild berries and instinct. Defiance and finally loyalty."

How had he been so blind? His teeth clenched at will.

A stiff crack back from his daydream made him swing his head to face the Commander.

"TRAITOR! They will use you and throw you away!" The Saxon man hissed.

Decisively he made up his mind to obey fate and the Gods.

"Kalla!" he yelled. He turned to meet her eyes. Hoping she would understand his declaration. "Frændi…"


Fog, like a midwinter's frost covered his world. Floating peacefully in the silence, his mind raced through memories like a stampede. Katsuki knew he was dreaming, but he neither cared to or had the ability to wake.
A dark tent, just like the night he requested the Seeress' services, appeared. Animal skins and bones adorned the small space. He walked through the entrance to the small hut, illuminated by a small fire within. Playing out like a strong visual memory. He watched himself and the scene unfold.

"The Gods are pleased with your plan to conquer the lands, but it comes at a price" A frail looking older woman said.

"Name it vǫlva"

"You will bring great honour to your langfeðgar, you will be ríkr" She closed her eyes, humming slightly. "But you will have to submit to fate"

"Submit? How?"

The Seeress' eyes clouded over as her body began to convulse. Contorting in a displeasing fashion. Watching himself grimace, he paid close attention to what she said next. Her prophecy.

"They come as an enemy. There will be a secret between you. Wild berries and instinct. Defiance and finally loyalty. When the skin is slashed and pierced by Saxon steel, they will howl to protect you against their own. You must call them Frændi."

Her head snapped back and she took in a great breath, then flicked her body forward and placed her head on the ground. With fingers digging into the dirt, her deep voice continued.

"Uttering the words will seal the family's fate, a blood húsl. When the enemy becomes Frændi, They will be free of the false God. Then shall you be bonded in ey. Then shall your domain reign supreme."

His past self considered the old women. Her voice had retreated, but her body still writhed around on the floor.

"A set of circumstances? How will I know when the time has come?"

Coughing, and moaning in pain, the old Seeress slowly sat up. "You will know, Katsuki Bakugou!"

"And if I don't láta?"

"Great feikinstafir will descend on your life, poisoning everything you touch"

"I will not bond anyone!"

"You must Katsuki! Þekkjast"

"Fara frá!" He snarled.

As he warned the old bitch to back off, distortion began to shift and change the scene in front of him. The fog lifted and his senses became more active, just as his surroundings became pitch black.

Wild berries. The craving began instantly. Burned into his mind, the smell had already carved out a route deep within him.
He reached out, feeling and grabbing hold of a small frail neck. Touching it only discharged more pheromones into the dark air. As his nose absorbed the intoxicating scent, his fingers felt the small raised spots under his thumb and middle fingers. Still cloaked in darkness, he knew what they were. Scent glands. Raised and swollen.

He growled loudly, his cock throbbed instinctually, as it had before, when the little Omega was begging him. Gods, he could feel her slick all over him again, soaking his shaft in her warm, arousing juices. It sent cold shots of pleasure up his spine. Enraging his Alpha within, and even starting to swell the base of his cock.

"Þekkjast"

His other hand gripped a hip, full and curved alluringly. Pulling the body close to him. Eagerly, the body began grinding, covering him in more slick. He was going to destroy her. Fuck her senselessly. Claim her.
Immediately he shot up, bringing his mouth to the raised bumps on the slender neck. Berries burst inside his mind as he licked and sucked at the sensitive spot. He could hear moans now, clearer than before.

"Please Alpha, I need you inside me. I need you..." Soft mewing next to his ear drove him insane.

"Þurftugr little Omega"

A moan escaped her, she enjoyed being called needy. It was like this little Omega knew exactly what he liked. "Yes, I need you so bad. Knot me, please!"

He had no desire to control himself, letting go of all his inhibitions. Wanting to know how it would feel to bite her, to fuck her. He gave in.
Simultaneously he bit down into her neck, draining her scent glands, and rammed his swelling cock into her tight, soaking slit.


Heavy eyes drifted upwards, the world was blurred as his eyes took some time to acclimatize. Pain, sharp and stabbing with any movement, began in his chest. A dull ache in the opposite arm brought him back to reality. That's right, the battle with the Saxon's.
Cowards had to take him on in a ten strong team. And still he lived. If it hadn't been for the little Omega, he may not be alive right now.

The Saxon bitch, she had a chance to run. To escape with that Commander. He knew exactly who she was, where to take her. But she hadn't. Why?

"You must call them Frændi"

That's right, she was the one the Seeress had a vision of. His fate. No wonder he could not resist her. Why she took his peace.
He moved his head around, careful not to move his middle. Scanning the immediate area. He confirmed he was indeed in his tent. How had he gotten back? They were only just out amongst the woods. Weren't they? Him bleeding out.
Moving his damaged arm, he reached over slowly to feel for his pectoral wound. So she had managed to stop the bleeding. But the heat radiating from it indicated it was infected.

"Mærr?" he sang out, voice cracking.

His mouth was dry, his stomach painfully empty. How long had he been out? Was she alive?

"Mærr…" He called again.

Heavy footsteps bound toward the entrance to his tent. Too big to be her. Had she made it back on her own? His heart began to pump blood around his searing muscles. He managed to sit himself up, but with great pain as the price. He snarled and squeezed his eyes shut to try and dull the horrible sensation inside his brain.

"Alpha!"

One of his Alpha's entered the tent and came straight to his side.

"Finally you have awoken!"

Katsuki opened his eyes. His lower, subordinate, dark haired Alpha was staring down at the ground. So no coup had been enacted.

"Alpha, you were gravely meizl" The subordinate said. "You must'n move"

"Yes, I remember as much. The Saxon's, there were ten of them" He groaned and grabbed at his injuries. "The Mærr, she didn't run"

"Your Omega…" He tried to correct himself. "The Mærr, she brought you back"

His Omega? So the pack knew her secret. He had faintly marked her with his scent before coming to his senses. It seems it was enough to keep his Alpha's from falling to rut. She had new suppressants too, maybe they had finally begun to work. Either way, it seems she was safe.

"Is she mein? Hurt?"

The subordinate suddenly went stiff, and deadly quiet. "Alpha, your Omega is heill. She is well and with the other two"

"Why do you keep calling her my Omega, Nijal?" He asked the man. His name suited him, almost as if his mother knew he would be a huge giant of a man.

"Alpha…?"

"Why do you keep calling her mine? What makes you think she is mine?"

He grew impatient now. Was he speaking a different language? The big man continued to look at the ground, but blinked a few times before lifting his eyes to look at his Alpha's hands.
Katsuki followed the man's gaze and looked down, spreading out his fingers. His eyes widened.
They were covered in dried blood, but still fresh. Like they had been soaked in blood. What was this?

"Why am I covered in blood? Was I dreyra?"

"No Alpha, that is not your blood… It's the Omega's"

He raised his hands to his face and sniffed them. Wild berries. His face twisted in shock as realisation set in.

"Then shall you be bonded in ey."

"No!"

"You bonded her last night Alpha, do you not remember?"

"I what?" He snapped, snarling.

"Alpha, you… you knotted her and bit her. She probably can sense you are awake as we speak"

Baying, he was on his feet in a flash. He didn't dream it, he had actually bonded the Saxon bitch in his sleep. He followed that ugly old hags vision and it had led to this! He had no desire to bond, and with a Saxon to boot. He told the old cunt he would not bond, he didn't need a union to further his ambitions. Seeress and Fate be damned! He would realise his honour and dreams on his own. By his own power.
He grabbed and padded at his own neck, his skin was still intact. No raised scarring, no puncture wound. The Omega didn't understand the bonding ritual completely. However, she knew they both needed to bite each other. Why hadn't she completed the Þekkjast? Why did she leave it incomplete?

"No, Alpha! You must'n move, your injuries!"

"Where the FUCK IS SHE?"

"Down by the stream, with the other two Omega"

A deep growl rumbled inside him, setting his rage alight. He hoped she sensed it, he hope she knew he was coming.