Chapter 8.

˝How long?˝

˝Enough to hear it˝

˝I just don't trust you, you bought me, remember?˝

˝That's the only reason!?˝

˝Trust needs to be earned Ivar˝

˝Horseshit! It's because I am what I am˝

˝I don't give a horseshit about your legs˝- Llucia yelled. She stood up in the rage and forgot she was buck naked. A small whistle brought her to reality and she slammed down in the cold water. Ubbe winked.

˝Nice breasts˝

˝Die˝- Llucia spat in his direction. He chuckled and turned to leave .

˝Have fun you two˝

˝Die!˝

˝I hope you choke on a chicken bone˝ -both yelled making Ubbe laugh out loud.

˝Made for each otherrrrr˝- Llucia growled in the tub. She was cold, the water was freezing and awkwardly aware she was too naked in front of Ivar. His gaze never left her, the scowl ever present.

˝Why did I even think you'd be different? You're like ever woman˝

˝Oh? You HAD every woman that there is? Quite a feat Ivar˝- Llucia rolled her eyes at him. Ivar snorted.

˝Yeah, MAYBE I DID˝

˝Sure you did, your father can open so many doors, like the mere mention of his name and people laugh, so you had sooo many women around you, didn't you? So who was the best, hmm? Who made you scream in pleasure, who gave the best blowjob? Hmm?˝-Llucia spat out insult after insult. She was furious at him. For what reason exactly?

What did he do, again?

˝See, I knew you were like the others˝- His tone was flat, any emotion removed completely. He watched her from the floor, using his arms to support himself, his legs tied at the back, dragging behind him.

Llucia breathed in, exhaled and chocked a sob.

˝Why do you do this to me Ivar?!˝- Silently, tears spilled. She watched him silently, feeling miserable the same way he looked.

˝You started it, why were you nice to me?˝

˝I wasn't I yelled at you, did you forget?˝

˝After a while...you got good with me˝- He said simply. ˝I believed you, like the fool. I never had any woman like me, my mother...she doesn't count.˝- He sounded so broken. Llucia's cries voiced what he felt all these years, watching his brothers with girls, interacting without any worry of being looked at like a failure. A cripple.

He turned and started dragging himself away. Llucia watched him leave and slowly got up wrapping herself in cotton and sheets. Once clothed again she tried to finger comb the mess of her hair and decided against it. Who gave a shit about hair when you felt like someone parted you in half and minced one part while stamping on the other?

Queen Aslaug was right in her ways. The brothers were right in showing her things and truths. Ivar was right.

She was like every girl out there.

Wanting to be loved, even here in this alien country with alien men and women and alien gods that didn't give a shit about her.

She was alone.

Queen Aslaug watched from the main entrance of the great hall Ivar approach her. He was mad and growling, what a surprise. That boy of hers always had something on his mind. Ubbe had passed by before, amused by something and telling her to wait things out.

˝What is wrong my precious Ivar?˝

˝Mother, how did you deceive father?˝

˝What!?˝

˝What did you do to him to make him sleep with you?˝- Aslaug was taken back with the boldness of his words, the sharpness that he used to say that. It was no secret he enjoyed cruelty, towards animals, people, even his brothers but towards her? That was new.

˝What did that girl do to you?!˝- She demanded.

˝Touch her and I will make sure you regret it. All of you˝-Ivar purred from the floor. He was furious. Crawling to her Aslaug walked back. She hit the wall and stared at her own flesh and blood wide eyed. He would do anything he wanted, she was sure of that. Blood bonds be damned.

˝Ivar...˝

˝When the Gods speak to you, do they speak of her?˝- Ivar was the scariest when he spoke in a calm, controlled tone, his face impassive. It would always mean he was planning something, and it never ended well.

˝No..˝- Ivar's eyes dropped to the floor. He breathed.

˝Queen Aslaug, please allow me to go to Hedeby˝- Llucia was next to him. He smelled her before she even spoke. The mild herbs gave a different smell on her skin then his mothers. She was mild and refreshing, like a breeze on summer's day.

˝Why?˝

˝I am of burden here and I wish to be of help, I wish not to inconvience you anymore. I am grateful for everything that you had given me and ask of you this small favor that your Grace could grant me˝- The tone was ever so polite, the head bow filled with honesty so great Aslaug was taken aback.

The two in front of her were so different but so similar, the same pain.

˝Too young to be suffering like this˝- She whispered. ˝You have my permission but it will be only of two years˝- Llucia smiled a bit and bowed once again. She walked past her son without glancing. Ivar's eyes watched her every move and with each step filled with more anger and pain.

˝She left you˝- Aslaug said. Ivar's piercing scream followed Llucia as she ran out into the streets. She kept running, to the forest, by the stream, to the small hut where she was kept. To get her stuff and leaver for good.

Ragnar Lothbrok was a troubled man, defeated in so many ways, an outcast in his own homeland. Even his sons denied him companionship as warriors, not to mention as sons. His only hope was the small broken boy he had left behind. The boy who still dreamt big.

˝Ivar, why are you still here?˝- He came one day by the hut where he'd mostly see his son. Either training and honing his skills or sitting and thinking. He came home rarely.

Ivar had grown his hair, a messy braid now in place. ˝Where else would I go? There's no place for a cripple down there˝- He mentioned to Kattekat.

˝Then why don't you leave with me. To England˝- Ragnar proposed. His only son left, surely he wouldn't deny him, the son that actually missed him so much he wore it on his face.

˝I have things to finish˝

˝Like that bracelet on your wrist?˝- A simple golden bracelet sat beside Ivar's double dragon bracelet. He found it, left between two logs in the hut. He avoided the hut when Llucia left but curiosity was bigger than him. Just to feel her smell inside, maybe the linger of her spirit inside. He was delighted and sad to find one of her bracelets there. Wore it ever since, stopped talking to everyone ever since.

Ivar sighed. His Father chuckled. ˝Go get her back˝

˝SHE LEFT ME˝

˝GO GET HER BACK˝

˝It's not that simple!˝

˝ARE YOU VIKING?˝- Ragnar snarled at Ivar. His eyes wide and blue. Ivar growled.

˝YES˝

˝Then go take her back and then we go raiding. It's as simple as that. I want it over soon, I plan to raid as soon as the first warmer days arrive˝- Ragnar got up, dusted something of his pants and started to walk away. His bald, tattooed head was nowhere to be seen as Ivar screamed. He screamed and ragged, threw things around, pulled the bracelet of his wrist.

The gold shone under the sun and he bit back a sob.

˝Didn't I say you were mine?˝- He said to the wind.

a/n: OHH MEEEWWGAWWWF THE EPISODE GUYSS! I kept squealing and making weird noises. I kinda matched Ivar with his on screen character :o and Ubbe the shipping master, alas they seem to be mocking Ivar a lot. His scene with Margarethe was a bit too much, poor guy #raisemoneyforivarsviagra. Not to forget Ragnar stirring Lagertha again, this will be a bloody brutal season :D can't wait.

a/n1: I need to study aka Ima write this, whatever comes, I blame PostModernJukebox for its inspirational tunes :D Particularly their cover of Maps, go go listen to it

a/n2: please don't kill me. If you want me to change stuff SUGGEST :D i just might add it ;)