⠀ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ *・゜𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑑, modern ac valhalla
oldest [adoptive] brother of eivor, he claims to be a god and can possess godly powers.
destined for helheim, but is envisioned to kill eivor before eivor kills him, the gods foresee it.
was formerly married to Randvi, but is now just a lonely prince to one day heir his father’s throne.
He founded Ravensthorpe, but then went back to Norway and gave it to eivor.
he’s traveled many places, fought many battles while smiling into the reflection of his bloodied axe.
he can drink better than eivor, and Thor looks upon him for that.
sigurd and eivor are adoptive brothers, but they have a bond - until it’s tested by the seer, unto which eivor betrays him.
sigurd now rules norway, in a constant battle with king harald, to rule all of Norway.
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⠀ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ *・゜ 𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑟, modern ac valhalla.
the wolfkissed, the favorite of the gods. legendary viking, younger brother to Sigurd and lover to Randvi.
champion of drinking ale, and being the only poetic Norseman.
Raised by Varin, and will now carry his axe in honor, to get vengeance against Kjotve and his bastard son.
Odin guides him, he’s as smart and as cunning as Odin was.
King of Ravensthorpe, a well known village in England.
Alliances: Ragnarrsons, or the sons of Ragnar.
he is a charmer, and one of the greatest vikingr to live.
Part of King Alfred’s chronicle, and has shed blood with his mighty axe. With the guidance of Thor.
A farmer of livestock, a king, and a great warrior - may his name be mentioned in Wessex, and many more villages. Eivør will be sung by the harpies.
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No one’s Father
Title: No one’s Father
Characters: Hvitserk Lothbrok, Ivar Lothbrok, Christian child
Warnings: This is fucking sad, I’m sorry. Ivar is really cruel. Minor character death.
Whenever Hvitserk thought about what he lost due to his decision- but mostly Ivar- he usually hides the worst his brother had done to him so far back in his mind it might as well never have happened.
But it had and he could never mention it to anyone else, without destroying the last bit of hope in people, that his little brother was just power hungry, not a monster.
No, some parts of Ivar were so cruel, if Hvitserk acknowledged them for too long, he wouldn't have been able to be around his little brother.
There had been a Christian child in the church in York, crying as it sat between its dead parents. Hvitserk had stared at it- bloody and exhausted. It reminded him of his dream of being a father one day. The child would either be killed or be raised into being a slave.
Later on- with Ubbe long gone- he had found that child again, intending to raise it as his own. He knew he couldn't be with Margrethe anymore, the plan he suggested to Ivar to kill Ubbe and Lagertha made that impossible.
He hadn't really meant those words, but they'd been out before he could stop himself. Hvitserk only hoped Ivar wouldn't make him be the one to kill his older brother. He wasn't sure he actually could.
The child had stopped crying after Hvitserk had bathed and fed it. To him it was astounding how much the little boy trusted him in such a small amount of time. Someone had complained about it crying all the time and now- with him, it was quiet and even smiled at Hvitserk's silly faces.
It hadn't taken long for Ivar to find out about it. Hvitserk hadn't exactly hid it from him either, but when he woke one morning- the kid nowhere to be seen, he wished he had.
In the privacy of only him and the boy, he had named the child after his brother Ubbe. Addressed him often enough until he actually responded to it. Now he regretted it, as he called out for him in a hushed tone- not wanting to draw the wrong kind of attention.
Hvitserk was ready to give up, when he neared the Great Hall where Ivar was staying with his men and heard a little child cry. He stopped dead in his tracks when he entered and saw the boy sitting on Ivar's lap, crying his little heart out.
His brother was smiling when the little boy reached out to Hvitserk once he had dared to get closer and apparently came into view for the child. "Tell me brother," Ivar started. "What were you doing with a Christian child?"
"Ivar..." Hvitserk couldn't find the right words, had never known how to stop his brother when he became like this. That was Ubbe's job.
"I am curious, Hvitserk." his brother smirked as the child wept on, moving as if to squirm off his lap. "Did you want to play father to this lost boy?" he mocked.
"That shouldn't concern you. It's just a child, hand him over to me." Hvitserk finally found his words, but when he made an attempt of getting even closer, Ivar's bodyguards blocked the way- weapons pointed towards his throat.
Everything about this seemed to amuse his little brother as he petted the head of the boy whose face was red from exhaustion. How long had he been crying?
Ivar tutted. "On the contrary, my dear brother. Everything concerns me. Especially something that makes you weak." he replied when his bodyguards pushed Hvitserk to his knees. "I don't know what you thought would be the outcome of this, but you must learn you can't go behind my back. I am the rightful leader of the Great Army and you can't make such decisions without telling me."
"You know that I wanted to be a father, what is wrong with that?" Hvitserk responded. "Surely I don't need your permission to be one."
"It is still a Christian child," Ivar countered. "What did you think you'd do? Make it a Viking?" he asked in a condescending tone, causing his loyal guards to laugh. "It has already been baptized and it belongs to a false God, you can't change that."
Hvitserk knew there was no positive outcome to this, but he would've never been able to imagine how bad it would get. "It's fate was to become a slave, but you changed that, Hvitserk." Ivar said, his voice cold. "It is your fault I have to do this." And with that he broke the little child’s neck, Hvitserk's No echoing through the Hall. The silence almost deafening with the boys cries gone.
"You can have your ragdoll now." he smiled and motioned to someone who went over and took the limp body off of Ivar, handing it to Hvitserk. "Look at you, crying for a Christian. Do you see now how weak it made you already? You will be no one’s father."
He heard Ivar move, the clicking of his crutch and the dragging of his feet over the stone floor nearing. "And don't think I didn't hear what you called him. You better don't betray me, little brother." Ivar's hand squeezed his shoulder to the point of being painful, but Hvitserk didn't even flinch. This had made him feel numb.
All he could do was hold the dead child in his arms as Ivar left the Great Hall- his men following and leaving Hvitserk alone. "I'm sorry." he whispered to the boy. "I'm sorry."
When he finally got up, he gave the boy a Viking funeral. Hvitserk didn't care what Ivar thought, he was wrong- the child would've been Viking one day. He also didn't know the Christian way to bury a body. Once he had laid the small body into the ground adorned with furs, a little dagger next to it and jewelry he'd found on their raids, he carefully covered it up with earth and stones. It felt like burying his dreams of becoming a parent one day.
From now on, he would be even more careful of what he said around Ivar, would hide his life apart from his brother better then ever.
This memory especially was deeply hidden and didn't come out all too often. Mostly, they were overshadowed by Margrethe's and Thora's deaths at Ivar's hand. But sometimes when he heard a child laugh or cry, he had to forcefully distract himself as to not be reminded of the chubby little face smiling up at him.
In moments where he dreamed of their faces, though, he woke with a deep regret not to have killed Ivar before they'd set sail with the intention of conquering Kattegat.
The child would still be dead and Ubbe would still despise him for his siding with Ivar, but Thora and Margrethe would be alive.
And Hvitserk wouldn't be a Christian now.
I am kind of sorry for this, but not really? Feel free to tell me what you thought! Either here or as an ask xD (I can't answer with this account under posts, only my main one.)