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In His Arms She Found Her Place - Chapter Four

Pairing: Ivar x OC

Words: 3.802

Warnings: bad language; Masochism; Smut;Death; nearly death; Attempted Rape/Non-Con; Violence; Sadism; Blood; Depression; Emocional;

Notes: None.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

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Isa rode fast, as if she was eager to meet the others and see what they have brought. She wasn't aware of what happened earlier that day, so when she did not saw her friend, she wondered where he was.

Almost everybody looked at her when she got down her horse. It was the very first time of her in a feast in Kattegat. She wasn't exactly the most festive person, even back home in Engoland. Isa used to be beside her mother most of the night and then go to bed before the music and the stories begin.

Isa searched for Ivar in silence, walking haughty as a doe, entering the hall to greet the queen and her son.

"Welcome home, prince Bjorn Ironside. I am glad to see you safe and sound as well as my brothers." she said in a curtsy.

He nodded proudly and she straightened up.

"Good evening, queen Lagertha!" and she bowed a little.

"Welcome, Eraldsdottir. It is a pleasure to finally see you here in other circumstance than a trial!" she said with a smile, bringing the past back.

"I hope not to be under judgment again. Never again!" she said politely.

"Come, drink. The night is just beginning!" she said beckoning to a servant to give the young woman some ale.

"Thank you, queen!" she said taking a sip.

Einar and Anders then arrived after a while and saw their sister standing alone in a corner.

"Are you okay?" Einar asked beside her.

"Sure. I am just observing." and she took one more sip.

"Who are you waiting?" Anders asked coming from behind his brother.

"No one. Actually, I am just thinking about how all the Ragnarssons are not here. I thought that everybody would be here!" she said looking around.

"You do not know what happened?" Anders asked and her blood ran cold.

"Of course not. I've been in my forge all day!" and she frowned.

"Ivar tried to kill the queen!" Anders continued "We arrived in the moment he was about to fulfill his threats!"

"By Allfather's beard. What a stupid lad!" she said taking her left hand to her forehead.

"You knew it?" Einar inquired narrowing his eyes.

"Not really. I mean, he tried to convince me to join him and then he always said how he wanted to kill the queen, but I thought that it was just a shallow threat." she said frowning.

The two men looked at each other clenching their jaws.

"How close you became of that boy?" Einar asked peeved.

"What? You are not thinking that I am fucking with him. Are you?" she retorted offended. "I am not a whore!"

"How close, Isa?" Anders insisted.

"We are friends. That is all. I like to play hnefatafl and talk to him. And we eat together. We are friends, that is all!" she said blushing.

"You better be saying the truth, sister, because we do not want to kill that boy for messing with you!" Einar said taking her mug and drinking from it.

"Sure, brother, sure. But I can take care of myself, thank you. And you know that. And who I befriend or not is my business, remember that!" she said taking her mug back.

"You better hope that we never discover that you gave him your maidenhood, because we will kill him!" Anders added making the ugliest face he could.

"I am not that little helpless girl anymore, brothers. One day I will find my place and you two will marry. You two will father children and have your lives. I love you both, but I can mind my own business and live my own life." and she kissed their cheeks, caressing their faces.

"But..." Einar was about to say when Isa interrupted.

"He is not the monster you think he is. I can protect myself and you know that. And I bet that you two will discover that this is true when you hear the gossips about me. After all, I am the Lady Bear, right?" and she drank the rest of her ale. "Now, you better find fine women to spread your seed. Go have sex and drink the whole night!"

"Fine!" they said together, kissing her cheeks at the same time and leaving.

Isa then had her mug filled again. Her heart was tight in worry for the prince. It was when she saw Sigurd sat on a table and decided to go to him.

"Excuse me, prince Sigurd, but where can I find your brother?" she asked polite.

"Isa!" he said surprised. "I advise you to stay away from him tonight. He probably is throwing things and acting like a wild animal by now at home. Leave him alone tonight!" he said friendly.

"I thank your concern, prince Sigurd. I really do." and she smiled kindly.

Sigurd smiled as well and watched her leave to walk around the hall. She blended with the crowd. After awhile, she wasn’t seen anymore, but no one cared. The music was loud, people were dancing and fighting and singing. Everybody was busy somehow.

Isa gone outside the palace with her mind made. She found her horse and rode to the known cabin close to the lake. Svaldifair was faster that night, like he was eager too. When she approached the wooden place, she heard screams on the inside, along with things getting broken. Sigurd was right.

"Prince?" she called from the door, hesitating to open it.

"Go away!" he yelled furious.

She took a breath and opened the door. Ivar was on the floor, crawling like a vicious snake, growling like an angry dog. Her heart went cold. She decided to be still and wait, sat on the floor under the door portal. She was scarred, but she tried to remain calm.

"I said go away!" he yelled again looking at her as a possible target.

She said nothing and he got angrier. Ivar then crawled at full strength to hit on Isa where she was. She did not move. And when he was about to strike her, he stopped just a palm away, puffing as a mad bull.

"Go away!" he growled in low tone, making his voice reverberate inside his chest.

Isa looked at him and he was looking down, burning in his own fire - and she did something impulsive, hugging him as tight as possible. He refused the embrace, but she did not let him go.

Her hands, punished by the work, full of calluses and blisters, touched his back and strongly held him still. She felt no need to speak, for her acts were enough. His breath, still out of rhythm, became deeper. He was being consumed by his own flames. Isa then decided to run the fingers of her right hand through his hair, showing him that she would be there for him.

"Why you did not go away?" he said with his voice muffled on her chest.

She remained silent, arranging his head over her right shoulder, still petting his hair, breathing slowly. He accepted her actions reluctantly. Bit by bit, he calmed down and, in the silence, he found some comfort.

"I made you something!" she finally broke the muteness.

He grumbled.

"Food again?" he asked with eyes closed.

"No." she smiled. "I do much more things besides cooking!"

"Hum..."

"Let's go inside so I can show you. My ass is almost numb here on this wooden floor!" she pointed out opening her arms so he could leave.

Isa stood up and entered the cabin, closing the door behind her and then going to sit beside the young man.

"My brothers told me what happened. I am sorry!" she said before sit down, taking her bear fur out.

He looked away and she then sat in the bench.

"As I was saying, I made you something and I hope you like it!" and she reached the edge of her skirt and lifted it to her knees, showing a medium sized knife in a sheath attached to her right calf. She unlaced it and then handed it to him. "I hope you like it!"

He held the object and unsheathed the blade. His eyes traveled through each detail, every single tiny detail and his eyes lit.

"You made this? All of this?" he asked unbelieving.

"Yes. I... I thought that you might like a new knife, a different type. I used what Jorig taught me and added a few more things." and her cheeks went red.

"And it cut?" he twisted the blade between his fingers.

"It cuts until the bone!" she answered with a smile. "And I marked the steel with my rune, if you want to know."

Ivar looked and saw Ansuz engraved.

"I thought your rune was your name!" he looked at her with doubt.

"Ansuz makes me centered. It gives my mind strength. Albeit I thought to give you Raidho, Ansuz made more sense, once you are still confuse about many things. Although, when you achieve your balance, I will gladly engrave Raidho for you, to protect and enhance your future journeys!"

"You keep surprising me!" he said as a whisper, but she heard and smiled with the words.

"Did you liked it?" she asked idly.

He nodded.

"Thank you!" he said, for her shock.

"It was my pleasure." and her voice died.

Isa forgot that her legs were showing, so the lad saw her naked skin.

"The bear did it?" he pointed.

She nodded covering her legs again. She got embarrassed.

"May I see it closely?" he asked putting the knife aside.

Isa hesitated, breathing deeply.

"They are just scars!"

"Then let me see them!" he insisted.

She took a breath and lifted the edge of her skirt to the knees again, stretching her right leg on his lap, turning a little to show her calf. There were two straight thick lines crossing her flesh horizontally. He touched them.

"How it felt like to be so close to die?" he asked following the other scars up to her thigh.

"I can not remember well. Everything happened so fast. I heard the roar, louder than anything I've ever heard and then I saw the giant bear standing still in front of me. It was a huge animal, but I was not scared at all." she was saying while he was softly drawing her scars with the tip of his fingers. "I still can not understand why I was so calm. The bear was furious, ready to devour me, to rip my flesh and break my bones. And, again, everything happened really fast. I blinked and then it was ripping my skin viciously. The last thing I remember was to see a man across the river looking straight over me. His light was something I have never seen in my whole life. Then everything went black."

"You were braver than me, then." he said as a sigh, ashamed.

"How?" she asked confused.

"Back in the sea with my father, I screamed and cried like a stupid little child. I should have died there. What a shame I am!" he confessed so embarrassed and so mirthless.

Isa saw him shrink on his seat, apparently fighting his own demons, his moral compass. He was such a mess.

The bond created between them two was something beyond reason. Somehow, her kindness and care made something grow inside the lad - it was respect on its purest form. Somehow, they were comfortable enough to not pretend anything else in the presence of one another.

"I was just a child that had recently lost a brother. I was aware of death and its path. I desired so much to follow Ian beyond the veil, that I guess that I just embraced my fate that day." and she touched the bear fur dropped on the bench beside her. "But you, my friend, was not ready to die. You still not are. You know, somehow, that the gods still have many glorious thing prepared for you. You shall be king!"

Isa smiled as if she was saying the prettiest truth in the whole world. Ivar looked at her and, unconsciously, pressed his hand against her right thigh just above her knee. She felt the warmth of his grip.

"Ian was your big brother?" he asked dumbly trying to change the subject.

"We born together. He came first to this world and leaved the same way. He was not a strong kid. It seems that all the strength came to me, for I was bigger than him. But he was smart and our bond was just..." she sighed "He was my best friend in the whole world. He was me, but as a boy!"

Ivar then started to caress her knee without noticing.

"He got ill. A deep fever took him away when we were six!" and she looked away taking a deep breath to avoid her crescent tears.

The silence fell upon them and, not noticing, Isa put her left leg on Ivar's lap too while she was looking up to the ceiling and her tears were rolling down her cheek.

"I am sorry for telling you this sad story, prince. I should be comforting you, not otherwise." and she looked at him forcing a soothing smile.

"Stop apologizing this much, it makes me mad!" and he frowned.

"As you wish, future king!" she giggled with her words and his reaction, for he slapped her thighs when he noticed her joking tone.

"Ouch!" she giggled louder.

"You do not feel pain?" and she shook her head. "All right then!" and he slapped stronger.

"Ouch!" she said mockingly still giggling.

"How..." and he growled looking at her with doubt.

"I feel less pain than the rest since this bear cut me deep on my back." and she pointed to the fur.

"It explains why you swim in the cold river and do not complain. That might be useful!" and he pinched the side of her left leg.

"The healer said that I would not be able to feel pleasure either. But that does not matter, I do not want to marry anyway!" she shrug.

"It means that you will fell nothing if I bite you to the point of ripping your meat?" he asked in a defiant tone.

"Probably not. Bite me then, I know you want to. Your curiosity will kill you if you don't!" she laughed holding at the seat of her chair.

He devilishly grinned and bent forward to look for a peculiar spot to sink his teeth in. He saw a small place between light and old scars.

"Close your eyes!" he ordered bossy.

She obeyed finding that situation amusing and exciting.

"Why are you taking so long?" she asked eager and heard a chuckle as an answer.

Right after that, she felt a pressure close to her inner thigh, on her thin skin, and she bounced a little in surprise.

"That was nice... but I thought that it would be stronger!" and she opened her eyes to see the mark of his teeth and a trail of blood coming from it. She laughed hard.

"Nothing?" he asked curious with some blood on his lips.

"It felt like a kiss to me. I told you, I can not feel pain the way most people do!" and she retracted her leg to see the bite closely.

"Unbelievable!" he said about to bite the other thigh stronger and more up. She giggled with his action.

"Stop making me bleed. My brothers already want to beat you and if they see me bleeding between my thighs they will think that you fucked me and took away my maidenhood!" she warned still laughing.

"Why they want to beat me? Are they nuts?" and he bit her again but in other spot.

"Anders and Einar saw me searching for you in the feast and then they told me about what happened earlier. I told them that you are my friend, but they are jealous the same way. You know, they are protective big brothers!" she explained and he kept biting her thigh more up, a little bolder.

"They should stop threatening me on my back. They are your brothers, but yet I will not mind to kill them if I must to..." he said serious looking up with his lips still close to her flesh.

Suddenly, she got chills with his warm breath in contact with her skin wet by his saliva. It was a surprise.

"Do not worry. It was a shallow threat, for I know that they already forgot about it. They must be still fucking women and drinking mead. They probably will not even sleep at home!" she said inflamated with a huge smile of joy.

Ivar stopped his game bluntly.

"Bored already?" she teased and he dropped her leg away.

He cleaned some of the blood on his lips, as if something has poked him inside.

"What happened, prince?" she inquired a little concerned.

He shook his head as if he did not wanted to talk anymore.

"Oh, prince..." and she retracted her left leg to see what he done. "There is no need for this scowl."

"Shut up!" he said resting on the chair still looking away.

"You marked me for life..." she said touching her bleeding wounds.

He looked at her and saw her little smile glowing in the corner of her mouth.

"Would you let me mark you as well?" she asked a little innocent but with a crooked grin.

"No!" he replied haughty.

"Oh, please... I want to leave a mark on you so you can remember me when I'm gone. I can bite you where only you can see." she said not serious at all, but he thought a little about it.

Isa parted her lips with the marvelous possibility of his consideration.

"What is your answer? Remember, no one ever touched me the way you did." she tried to coarse him.

He rolled his eyes and then lifted his tunic a little, just enough to show a glimpse of his belly.

"This might be interesting..." he said trying to look bored.

Isa blushed and then knelt beside him, looking up a little shy. She bit his skin, but not strong enough to hurt him. He looked down in doubt. Isa then kissed the slight marks of her teeth.

"I thought that you wanted to make me bleed!"

"I could never hurt you, Ivar!" and she sat back on her ankles.

He felt a cold shiver went down his spine when he heard she say his name for the first time.

"Say that again!" he ordered serious.

"I could never hurt you, Ivar!" and she smiled blushing, almost glowing.

"This is the first time you say my name." he pointed trying to keep his face shallow. "Why?"

"Well, I thought that after this, I could call you by the name. Does it annoys you?" and she touched him with her finger tips where her lips touched him before.

Ivar went mirthless but did not let her notice.

"It is getting late. I must go home, for soon I will be going to Engoland!" and she pushed her chair close so she could sit in.

"Already?"

"I was allowed to be here until my brothers' return. They are here, so I must return with them to my kin." and her smile died.

"You should stay." he said in low tone as a suggestion.

"I wish I could, but father will forbid it. Mostly because of what I did that day, killing that man. But I will miss you, if you want to know!" she confessed quite clumsy.

Isa saw his face close in a thoughtful look. She knew that he would not say anything, not him.

"Therefore, farewell for now, my friend!" and she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, but he turned in time just to feel her lips on his.

Tenderly and idly, she kissed him sweetly after the shock of their lips. It was without any malice, for her feelings was pure.

"I hope to see you soon and before the raid upon England!" she said as a whisper after parting their lips and touching his hands.

He said nothing, as always.

"Farewell, Ivar!"

Isa stood up and put her bear fur on, leaving the hut without looking back. Outside, she mounted her horse and rode home with her heart tight.

Ivar wasn’t understanding what was going on inside him. It was extremely new for him to wish so much a thing. Not a thing. A person. A woman. The woman. He knew that falling in love was to foolish people. He would never fathom the idea of enjoying someone that way. He was the chaos and she was the peace. He never wanted peace, for his spirit was built for war. But she gave him glimpses of different lives, different choices. And she was so smart, so clever. She owned his heart - that thing that poked him many times in her presence. However, he would never admit that.

That night, neither of them slept. Isa would leave at the dawn and there’s nothing he could do about it. However, Ivar decided to go to her home and just watch her leave. He saw her at the first lights of the day, dressed again as a queen.

"What are you doing here?" she asked with a big smile walking towards him who was sat under the oak tree.

"Come back soon!" he said serious as an order.

"Wait for me. I told you that my fate is not here, for I must discover new worlds, and we shall do it together, Ivar!" and she touched his lips with hers passionately.

"I want you!" he said between the kiss.

"Wait for my return!" she whispered after awhile, looking at the bottom of his icy blue eyes, blushing.

"Do not forget me!" and he grabbed her face with both hands, as if trying to hold her there longer.

"Never!" she kissed him again before her brothers angrily yell at her to hurry. "Do not forget me!"

"Never!" and his hands got tighter around her, for he was not ready to let her.

"ISA!" Anders yelled at her ready to go to them and Ivar looked at him with wrath.

"Let me go!" she giggled and kissed him quickly, holding his hands and forcing him to release her face.

Isa then left him and mounted Svaldifair, waving goodbye to the lad.

"Just a friend, you said!" Einar said peeved.

"Father will know about it!" Anders complemented in same tone.

"Do what you want, brothers!" she said with a debauched laughter, happy for what had just happened, giving the command to her horse to gallop.

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