"And why might I ask, is Kadlin seated here with us?" Sigurd questioned them, as he sipped on the wine in his drinking horn.
"She is here with me brother, because I wish her to be." Ivar spat back at him. Kadlin, slid her hand onto his knee whilst he spoke. Even though she knew he couldn't feel it, she still wanted to touch him.
"Well, the other woman are not here. No disrespect intended of course Kadlin. I just don't see why you need to be up here, it was meant to be for my brothers and I" Sigurd continued on.
"There are no other women who need to be at this table, Ubbe and Bjorn left their women at home and you and Hvisterk have none." Ivar added. Kadlin could tell he was getting frustrated at Sigurd, his older brother seemed to enjoy taunting him whenever he could.
Kadlin decided it was time to interrupt the conversation, she knew after all that it would not end well for Sigurd if he continued to provoke Ivar so, not that she had mentioned this to either of them. She was hoping that fate would change, so she would intervene when she could. Even if Sigurd didn't want her up here.
"So, when is the sacrifice to begin Bjorn?"
Bjorn seemed grateful for the change in conversation, and Kadlin felt Ivar's hands find hers, their fingers entwining under the table. They were seated before the army, King Harald and his brother at a table just down from their own. The man whose name was Geir, Kadlin learnt earlier was to seated at a table by himself.
"Geir, will be sent to Valhalla once he has had his woman, who is to perform the deed is yet to be decided though. Back in Kattegat my mother would have been the one who would have done it. However here, I am not so sure. Should I do it, as the head of the army, should Harald do it as he is king and is not to be forgotten, his men helped us on the battlefield. Perhaps he should have the honour or should one of my brothers do it, I am not sure."
Kadlin could sense that Bjorn was quite troubled with the choice. He did not want to disrespect anyone, it was wise to be cautious but still a choice had to be made.
"Bjorn" Kadlin began to speak, but was interrupted by Hvisterk.
"Ah, Bjorn, you worry too much. Besides we still have the other part of the ceremony to enjoy"
Kadlin was unsure what Hvitserk meant, but found out very quickly. Two beautiful women walked up to Geir's table and started kissing him. One kissing at his neck, and the other at his lips, their hands wandering down his body.
Tilting her head, and whispering quietly into Ivar's ear. "What are they doing?"
Ivar turning to reply "He is having his, ah what shall we call it? Gift, yes that is what it is. Only Bjorn sweetened it for him by giving him 2 women, a show of appreciation for taking the death of Ecbert so well."
"Lovely, and they are going to deliver it to him here are they?" Kadlin tried very hard to keep the surprise out of her voice. She had certainly not seen this coming, perhaps if she had she wouldn't have been sitting there with her mouth open.
Hvisterk laughed, "It looks so, At least we get a show with our meal!"
Sigurd turned so that he was facing Kadlin, "Maybe you shouldn't watch Kadlin"
"And why might that be Sigurd?" Kadlin said angrily at him, but was slightly confused at his comment.
He sneered at her "Well, its not like you and my brother can ever do anything like what they are, surely it must just tease you for what you cannot have. If you stay with my brother of course. However, I on the other hand can "
Ubbe cut in before Sigurd could finish "I don't think she needs help Sigurd. Isn't' that right Kadlin"
Feeling herself blush, Kadlin replied "Yes thankyou for that Ubbe"
"Anytime" he beamed, as he drunk deeply from his drink.
Kadlin decided that it was rude not to watch the "show" infront of her, whilst she had been speaking with the brothers, things had progressed rather quickly for Geir. He was now lying naked on the table, with the women lying over him kissing his body. Glancing around, Kadlin noticed that most of the talking had stopped as everyone seemed to be enjoying the show that was being put on before them.
Before long, Kadlin noticed some men had their hands down their pants, others kissing the women that sat next to them, clearly turning them on. It was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen, as she watched politely as one of the women crawled ontop of Gier and started to ride him before the crowd. The other kissing his mouth, as he ran his hands on her chest, fondling the womans breasts. Kadlin still had her hand on Ivar's leg, she moved it slightly up higher, but felt nothing. The show that was unfolding in front of them seemed to have no real effect on him.
Ivar lent in so his lips were close to Kadlin's ear. "What can I say, it just doesn't do it for me?"
Turning her head to the side, so that Ivar's lips landed on her's "Don't worry. I know what will. You must be patient"
"What are you two whispering about? How to best fuck when Ivar's little prick doesn't work"
Kadlin shot a look at Sigurd, that she was surprised he didn't drop dead on he floor. "Sigurd, I have had quite enough of your rude comments. There is no need for them, if you want to fuck go find a willing women, for there is not one at this table and there looks to be plenty down there" as she pointed to the women watching the show before them.
Sitting there, Kadlin tried her best not think about all the ways that Ivar was most likely thinking how to punish Sigurd for his comments. Focusing on what was happening in front of her, it looks as if Geir was having a good time, pity he was about to die. She thought he might try to drag it out longer, but his moans of pleasure were growing louder and she supposed he was nearly finished.
"Well now that is over, I suppose that he shall die a happy man" Bjorn broke the silence, as he stood and addressed the army. "Geir, you took from us the rightful revenge on my father and now it is time for you to enter Valhalla. As a sacrifice, a gift to the gods"
Bjorn still look conflicted, and in a split second Kadlin found herself speaking before she had time to doubt herself.
"Bjorn" she spoke, as she stepped down off the main table, and stood before Bjorn, Ivar and the brothers her back to the army. "I have not been apart of your army as long as most, however I ask for the honour is sacrificing this man."
Looking at her seriously, Kadlin was grateful that he hadn't just laughed at her and refused straight away. "Why, Kadlin, Why should I let you?"
Kadlin wasn't really ready for this, she was hoping the close friendship between her and Bjorn would have been enough to merit her to perform the sacrifice. She thought quickly, playing with the necklace at her throat.
"Sometime ago you promised me a pardon for a deed I gave you and your brothers. I wish to trade that pardon in lieu of this. It is my deepest wish that I am the one to send Geir to the gates of Valhalla, Ecbert held me prisoner and he denied me the right of revenge by watching him die. It is for this reason, I want to sacrifice this man to the Gods. I am not the most noble here, nor am I the most worthy. However I have been trained by the best of you, I have fought along side of you all, and I wish to sacrifice this man to Freyja"
Bjorn studied her, "Kadlin, I see no reason to deny your request. I would be happy to grant your wish to sacrifice this man. You have done more than many of us know, and we would be honoured to have you act as our "angel of death".
Angel of Death, Kadlin though to herself, as she nodded and smiled to Bjorn. She liked the sound of that, she would be an angel of death, she had seen that much in her future. She knew that in the battles to come, she would become as ruthless as Ivar. Hearing the words Angel of Death gave Kadlin something to think on, perhaps she had been given these gifts from Freyja. The gifts of love, sex, death and war seemed to come from her, but Kadlin wondered if her other gift was from Frigg. The gift of sight, and knowledge seemed like a gift she would bestow. Perhaps when she wasn't standing in front of everyone she would give more thought to it, about to sacrifice a man she would think on it more.
Kadlin looked at where the stand was, to where Geir was being moved to. He looked exhausted from his encounter with the two ladies moments before. Focusing back on Ivar, she saw him smile softly at her. She wanted to do this for him, she wanted to give him the pleasure that seemed everyone else had been given. Having felt nothing really happening between his legs, she wanted to make sure he had something from this night.
Sorry its been so long for me in posting this chapter! It has been such a busy time for me and unfortunately writing has had to take a back seat! I will endeavour to get the next chapter out sooner than this one!
~MortalMarquess~