Twin - Part 3 - Ivar x Reader
She held Ivar close as the boat drifted back to Kattegat. A tear rolling down her cheek as she finally saw the familiar hills that she had not lain eyes on in too many years.
She had been through so much since the day that she had said goodbye before they sailed to Paris. She had been injured in the raid, knocked unconscious, waking to find that not only she had been left behind; but that in fact her uncle had betrayed her father. Rollo, despite their shared blood, taking her and treating her as a slave. Her back covered in the scares from the whips that the Franks, that her uncle had used to try and break her. Her neck and wrists with the injuries from the metal collar and cuffs that they had used to control her. Yet no matter what they had done, she had never given in, given up. She had never forgotten who and what she really was; never forgotten the promise that she had given all of her little brothers when she and the others had left for Paris. That she would return to them.
Yet it wasn't until the day that they had destroyed her eye, that she had finally been able to escape. Those that had tortured her, believing that she was finally done; that the daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok had been broken. But Rollo should have told them; told them that it would take more than turning one of her eyes into unseeing whiteness, to make her bow to them. (Y/n) eventually able to make her way over the narrow stretch of water, to England, in hopes that sooner or later, there would be a raid, and she could explain to her people, who she was. Yet what she had not expected, was to hear stories that her own father was there; that the great Ragnar was with a crippled boy and had been taken by King Echbert. Ragnar nor Ivar able to believe their eyes, as she had been dragged before the king of Wessex and Mercia; her father and youngest brother believing, just like everyone else, that she had been killed. Ragnar asking Echbert to spare his daughter as well as his son. The king allowing the cripple and half blind woman to leave the shore of England. Ivar clinging to the sister he never thought he would see again, as (Y/n) told him what her life had been since she had left him and his brothers that day, as they slowly made their way back home.
Quietly, she let more tears fall. Doing her best not to make too much noise, so that Ivar could sleep for just a little longer. The woman that had stayed so strong for all those years and through all that torture, realising that finally she was broken. Yet it was not because of Rollo and his betrayal; not because of what she had been subjected to by the Franks, but because she knew that she would never get to see her father again. That all those years, all that time she could have spent watching Ivar, Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd become men, of being with her twin, had been taken from her. That she had been robbed of a chance to love and be loved, and have a family of her own, for who now would look at her. The abuse that she had suffered, evident on almost every part of her flesh.
"Ivar........" She finally said, her voice hoarse from lack of water, as the boat moved into the fjord. The horn sounding as their little vessel moved closer to the docks.
"(Y/n).........?"
"We are home, Ivar. We are back in Kattegat." (Y/n) explained, as she helped him sit before pulling her hood up over her head. For despite her brother telling her that all would be happy to see her. The thought of those that she had always loved, seeing her, was a different matter. The daughter of Ragnar slowly getting to her feet, clinging to the mast as she watched people make their way down to the docks. A small smile pulling at her lips, until the world around her suddenly began to turn black. The last thing that she heard, Ivar calling out her name as she hit the bottom of the boat.
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(Y/n) groaned, as she slowly opened her eyes. Her mind racing, as she looked up at a ceiling. It was obvious that she wasn't on the boat any longer. She could feel something soft and comfortable beneath her; she felt warm furs and clean linen covering her equally clean flesh and hair. Part of her wondering whether she had died before she and Ivar had made it all the way to the docks. Whether she had made it to Valhalla. A sudden cawing noise making her sit upright. Her still seeing eye falling on a raven that appeared to be blinded just like her, and a pale haired man in a long dark cloak sat at the foot of her bed. (Y/n) gasping as the man turned to look at her, a hole where his right eye should be.
"Odin..............."
"Ragnar Lothbrok is dead. But you will live, (Y/n) Ragnarsdóttir. You will live." He told her, before he got to his feet and made his way out of the room. The expanse suddenly filling with the flapping wings of the darkest ravens. (Y/n) calling out for her father, for Odin, before the darkness once more surrounded her.
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(Y/n) sat up and looked around. Her heart thundering in her chest as the vision slowly subsided. She was still in the room that she had seen; her body that was clean and clothed in a thin dress was still under the pile of warm furs. She had no idea how long she had been asleep, no idea who had undressed and cleaned her; but at this moment she didn't care, all she could think of was finding Ivar and making sure that he was well. (Y/n) pushing the covers from her body and tentatively placing her feet on the floor. A soft groan leaving her lips, as she pushed herself up onto her shaky legs. Her hand reaching for her dark cloak before pulling it around her shoulders and moving the hood up over her head. Her bare feet leading her out of the room and into a building that felt as though she had last seen it, only yesterday.
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