Hi lovely readers, it has been a while. Again, my apologies. I am very close to finishing my current bout of studies. So I have been swamped. Thank you so much for your patience, we are so close to the end!

The is a massive warning for this chapter. It's pretty violent, and gets a little weird. I hope it sits well with you all. So much is still yet to be revealed. If you want clarification, please by all means ask. But if I feel like it will be answered in the next two chapters (or beyond, yes I'll be writing a sequel!), I'm going to not answer your question. No hard feelings!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I have used an Old Norse poem about Berserker in this chapter. I do not own it!


*Warning, trigger warning for violence*

Vilja Chapter 15
Geysa - Rush forth with violence

In her short years on earth, she had never felt like this. Felt so... Alive.

She was rushing forward like a raging storm, set on sinking and annihilating anything in her path. The rage was taking her somewhere she had never been, grinding itself down into her bones. A magic grit turning her into something monstrous. Mind, body and soul. She was so stoned on the power she was producing, that her mind perceived time at a slower rate. Every second was like its own act to a story.

'Kill, kill the vesall dog!'

A sing-song voice in her mind appeared, different from the one that echoed her emotions and thoughts. It was something deep underneath, a rip in her consciousness. Foreign but also familiar, like it had always been with her, laying dormant and asleep her whole life. As an Omega, she had heard her mother speak of an inner voice, and inner need . Her animalistic Omega side was the only conclusion Ochako could muster. It was the only thing that made sense.
The revealed force sang, just like a bird in the dawning light.

'Hlaðnir vôru þeir hǫlða ok hvítra skjalda,

vigra vestrœnna ok valskra sverða.

Grenjuðu berserkir; guðr vas þeim á sinnum;

emjuðu ulfheðnar ok ísǫrn dúðu.'

Old and timeless, the voice she assumed was her Omega trilled across her mind's eye.
It was clearly her Omega. She is sure of it.
Her body filled with the ancient omen, something she couldn't understand outrightly. However, she felt the warmth of it all through her body.

Brilliant white lights erupted all around her, piercing reality and forcing a path straight toward the Saxon men.
In iron suits of armour, crested with the lightly coloured royal emblem and white shields of the King, they stood bewildered by her display of savagery. As a nasty, repulsive smirk flooded Stain's face, lighting his pinned crimson eyes on fire. Growling inside her, fitting to get loose of her final hold. Her Omega begged to be freed.

And free it became.

What came next shattered the illusion of her old life.
Large talons, painfully shot and molded from her hands. Blood jetting from her newly grown appendages, drenching the ground below her like a painting. Power rushing from inside her, forcing the thick hair on her head to glow white and stand on end. Feathers erupting around her like a molting bird.

In an instant her enemies all broke formation, body's moving from fear and instinct. Even the vile Commanders' faces had begun to wash over with terror.
Barely, she managed to make out the shrieks of the Saxon men before her, as she neared the conclusion of her transformation their voices dulled. Her own terror fading away like the afternoon sun. Thoughts of what the Saxon Soldiers would do to her seared into her mind. After seeing such a display of power and fjölkyngi. They would burn her alive in the name of their God, if given the chance. But she wouldn't give them any chances. She was going to rip them all apart as a Norse woman.

Just before she closed in, talons braced for a piercing impact deep into Stain's stone cold heart. A huge, blonde furred clawed-hand swiped Stain into action. Forcing him to defend the attack with his sword.

Ochako bounced to the ground beside Stain and rebounded off to a safe distance. Saxon Iron clashed with steel like claws, during which her eyes widened. Allowing all the light of the battle to pour into her, the information was calculated immediately into visions for her brain.
And still, it made no sense.

It was then the song sounded again, this time in a language she understood completely.

'They were loaded with men and white shields, western spears and Frankish swords. Berserks bellowed; battle was under way for them; wolf-skins howled and brandished iron spears.'

Katsuki, her Alpha had changed too. Gaining his own powerful, otherworldly metamorphosis.
Large paws, donning huge silver claws. Like iron spears. His body was increasingly fledgling a coat of blonde fur. Jaw expanded to fit the huge fangs and bone crushing teeth.

Ulmer's words appeared in the form of a memory. "He's a warrior of Odin, the Bakugou clan 'ave been servin' Odin for thousands of years"

Úlfheðinn.

"BERSERKERS!" The Saxon men screamed in terror from beside her.


A sense of unbearable pain came with the rush of overriding power. He was convinced she did it. Her change has sparked something inside him that he could not control. His body shook and grew beyond his control. Ochako had awoken the Úlfheðinn and sent him into a crazed fit. Making him Berserksgangr.

As the knife intruded into the small meyla's neck, life blood drained from the sisters body. Ochako had snapped and flew into madness. Exploding into a white fire of power.

While her flames licked at the surrounding area, he was transported to an infinitely impenetrable pool, deep within his sál. Traveling down a spine of branches, he received a tiny glimpse of the well below the great tree. He hardly had time to soak in the information before he was shot back to his senses, body twisting and contorting in an endless fury.
He had reached his ancestral peak, his place at Odin's side as the Allfathers most powerful warrior.

Úlfheðnar.

"Stjórna! Banga fram. Bana!" He ordered his subordinates forward.

Before him, a man that once escaped him stood. A truly devious Saxon cunt who would never flee his fate again.

Not while Katsuki still breathed. No, he would only live on, in the sacred ground that all Katsuki's defeated enemies inhabited, for eternity.

One stride, and another, he would easily reach the piece of shit before his Omega did. He could not harm the Úlfheðnar, but he might hurt the Omega.
A giant paw had grown from his hand, adorning thick, metal like claws. A pelt as thick as dragon skin, climbed from the base of his spine. The ffr covering the outside of his body and back down his arms and hands.

A calming sense of awareness took hold. eerily silent, but magnified. It was a murmur from inside himself, generations of stories passed down to him. It sang him a song.

Do not fear the iron.

Clashing, claw to sword, sparks flung at their meeting points.

Stain's face crookered and bent, fear and shock wavering his earlier bravado.

That's right scum, feel my power! Feel the power of Odin.

"BERSERKERS!" Men bellowed from all around them.

Unsurprisingly they had seen other Shigaraki bear warriors, the legends sweeping across the Saxon towns. But they were mistaken, they had transformed into something other than their bear counterparts. Something much stronger.

Turning in the mud and dashing back into the estates walls. The Saxon filth fled. Eijiro was the first to launch at the retreating scum. A dense fire red coat of fur shuddered as the adrenaline of battle passed through him.

He had awoken too?

Two more, lesser Alpha joined him, A black and silver coat rustling with each movement. They had all changed. His Alpha were now Úlfheðinn. Six Wolf Warriors of Odin.

"Svá sem straumr stœði" Katsuki growled, kicking Stain in the middle of his breastplate.

Saxon metal bent and distorted under the giant power of Katsuki's violent kick. The full force of his legs collided with the Saxon commanders armour. Stain's body flung around like a toy. It triggered an ancient sense in him, right down in the belly of his soul. His predator instincts and the sight of the sniveling cowardly prey mixed and creating a sense of disgust.

Maybe that's all the cunt had ever been, a þrótt-lauss.

Eijiro sent a Saxon warrior flying, the feeble body booming into the ground a few steps from his Supreme Alpha.

Katsuki's ginormous clawed hand pawed at the man's helmet, dragging him off the ground so his feet dangled like newborn. His eyes met another red pair. Stain's mouth trebled in fear while his man was picked up like a doll. Saxon shit being annihilated by the six transformed Alpha all around him, he was finally accepting his fate as fodder to their primal urges.

He could do nothing .

"Ya come here, huglausi kill t'family who are defenseless against ya," Katsuki bellowed over the slaughter, his boots crunching in the mud and sticks.

On the ground, whimpering like a hrafnasueltir in the Alphas reshaped presence. The Saxon warrior that Katsuki had trapped, tried desperately to rid himself of his helmet.

"Yar a piece of shit, Saxon dog!"

Katsuki set the Saxon soldier down on the ground for a mere second before he reached up with his other hand, wrapping its circumference around the warriors skull. A crude, gut sinking crunch sounded as he snapped the man's neck.

The body just crumpled to the ground, now a useless bag of bones and blood.

"You will be punished! He…" Stain faltered. " He will have judgement!" A finger pointed to the sky.

"Dómr? Your pitiful cunt of a God with hand me dómr?"

The horrifying chuckles in his newly deformed voice terrified his own senses. The rush of malice inside him was untameable. It ripped at his insides. He was out for blood.

"Show me yar God's power, little fuckin' shit!"


The breathing that was blasting inside her head only served as a focusing tool. An axis to surround her attention on. She was alive, she was bursting and loaded. The desperation for revenge hurt every part of her. It was only eclipsed by the torture that rage brought as it coursed through her.

Her little sister, sweet innocent Arleigh. Barely into her tenth year, for it all to be stolen from her so violently like that hurt beyond repair. Standing helpless as her sister was drained of her blood, the horrific expression of the little Saxon girl was frozen in time. The small amount of jealousy she felt toward her younger sibling morphed and changed into such an extremely murderous rage. It was no longer containable.

One after another, she slid, dodged and maneuvered her way through the Saxon guard. Slicing jugulars and hacking into limbs with the piercing talons she had sprouted. No amount of blood she spilt or pain she inflicted could stop the burning fury. It only served to encourage it to grow inside her, until her insides started to rot.

Then, suddenly, a strong aroma of blossoms smacked her in the face. Her mind placed the information her nose was relaying, she had smelt this before. Invading her senses and telling her all she needed to know.
Through her peripherals she spotted a figure unlike the rest. A tiny frame, blonde well kept hair and war paint. It stopped her square in her tracks, for a second she tried to reason with her furious mind. Trying with the little logic she had left to calm herself, but she failed. She was too far gone.

"RANA!" Ochako screamed, launching herself toward the tiny Omega.

Frozen in place, a wild eye was bound to hers. Even with one eye expressing herself, Ochako could read Rana's face. She was petrified. Good. She should be.

After transforming into, whatever this was, she felt the separation of her mind and body. Something had entered her, living within the confines of her spiritual boundaries. Without proper knowledge, she couldn't help but assume what it was. Her Omega.
That was until it spoke again. Still singing in her native language and an ancient voice. Strange but comforting.

'Take the other, sacrifice it to me, Muninn. Show me your love and return to me.'

Each step she took toward the rooted Omega, the louder the voice inside became. Repeating the ancient words over and over, all she saw was red. A pressure to slaughter and maim intensely crushed her insides, until she couldn't take it anymore."Ochako…" A whimper was all she heard before her talons connected.

Surprisingly she wasn't swarmed by blood with the first strike. Opening Rana's belly with ease, her internal organs began to collapse out of her torso. The smaller woman fell down on her knees. Shrieking emitted from the Omega's throat, as she desperately tried to keep her intestines from hitting the dirt ground.
Ochako grabbed a fist full of her long blonde hair, ripping it upwards so Rana could see her.

"Why are you here bikkja?"

Ochako was hit again with the concentrated scent of Rana. Blossoms. It only served to enrage her more.

"What… are you?" Rana asked.

"Tell me why you are here, and I will make the sárr end!"

The small Omega in her grasp screamed, fighting against the hold. Between the fear, hate festered. Tears soaking Rana's cheeks as she clenched her jaw in a rage.

"You Saxon whore! I hath yðr!" Rana said, spitting in her face.

Ochako closed her eyes, using her free hand to wipe away the disgusting bodily fluid. Trying hard not to let the red rage flare and consume her again. Valuable information needed to be extracted.

"Answer me Rana! Or I will keep you alive for days, while the Ravens pick at your insides!"

"I came to kill your family, Whore! I came to destroy everything you love, like you did to Eira!" Rana said, snarling and trying to swipe at Ochako.

More organs fell to the ground beneath them. Horrible squelching as they connected with the hard surface. Rapidly the colour was falling from Rana's face. Cloaking her in a desolate white wash.

"I did nothing to you, or Eira! You tried to kill me!"

"You took everything from me! My Alpha, my Sister! My place in my pack!" She coughed, barely able to speak now.

Rage dwindled in the rising morning sun. As much as she wanted to hate her, to destroy her. Ochako couldn't. Regarding the Omega now, she was already broken. It took all the wind out of her sails, replacing it with pity.
Her pack was gone, she was in strange land with no protection. The only thing left was to end this suffering before her.

"The Saxon cunts were here first" She whimpered. "I just told them you would be coming soon. I took them to the borg and showed them. I'm fagna they ripped everything from you!"

Ochako raised her hand, talons unified into a sharp point.

'Yes, the eye Muninn'

A compulsion to take her last eye was intense, she could not ignore it."I still have him, and the pack. Goodbye Rana!"

Closing her eyes Rana let out a lasting sigh. "Send me to the Alfaðir."

Swiftly her arm pumped her newly acquired weapons towards Rana last eye. In a moment she had snatched the ball from her socket and pierced her brain.
Rana's lifeless body fell out of her hold and slumped to the dirt.

White flames of light burst as she howled in pain and relief. A painful part of her history felt it was coming to an end. All that was left was the hollow drain of trauma. Releasing the tension of her loud scream, she started searching the area for the remainder of her pack.

Saxon men were being finished off, only a handful were left. Some would be taken as fangi to the Norse pack.
Holding Stain between his massive paws, her Alpha was growling low.

"You will tell me why Saxon scum!" Katsuki said over the diminishing screams of Saxon men around them.

Strangely Stain seemed to be enjoying the brutality of her Alpha, at least behind the hate. His face was covered in a deceptive smile, softly he chuckled as Katsuki squeezed harder.

"Answer me þrótt-lauss, gœðalauss, ofstopi!"

"Gladly, Alpha!" Stain sniggered.

"You find this funny?"

"No, this is deadly serious Norse vermin. This family were a bunch of heretic scum! My almighty commanded me to destroy them! All of them! I did my duty to my Lord and Savoir! I will happily greet him," He smiled cruelly.

Katsuki's mighty jaw clenched into a smirk. Ochako saw the malice she felt mirrored in her Alpha. Her belly began to swell. A painful need erupted.

"I will send you to him Saxon scum, but you won't find him," the Alpha laughed.

Eijiro ruptured the air behind him with a loud howl, launching a spear over the top of the two, while Katsuki's hands began to crush the man's skull.

"Óðinn á yðr alla!" The red Alpha growled.

With a disgusting curiousity, Ochako could not peel her gaze away from the ritual before her. An entrenched bursting resounded as Stains skull was caved in, his brains gushed out and covered the front of her Alpha.