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one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

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A Time Traveler in Viking Court

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Amara

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this blog has been getting a lot more traffic than usual... might mess around and update my fics

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Why am I always part of the fandoms with stans that don’t respect a celebrity’s privacy 🤦🏽‍♀️ I never noticed this kind of stuff happening before until it first happened to Alex Hogh Anderson from Vikings and now it’s happening to Jack Mulhern from The Society. Like, yikes if you can’t tell the difference between someone’s private life and public life. And double yikes if you think you’re owed something just because you’re a fan...

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Me: *asks my followers to send me writing prompts*

My Followers: *send writing prompts to my inbox*

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every time I tell myself I’m done with Vikings I get pulled right back in

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A Time Traveler in Viking Court - part 12/?

How are we going to get out of this one now? You asked yourself as Ivar led you and Kyle to the center of a small crowd made up of displaced Viking men, women, and children. The size of the crowd was surprising-- Kattegat was home to at least a few thousand people, so why were there only a hundred people here?

“What do you think happened to everyone else?” Kyle voiced your thoughts as he leaned in, making sure no one else heard him. 

“I don’t know. Maybe they're over there,” you motioned towards the woods that surrounded the sizable clearing where multiple tents stood with a nod of your head.

Kyle’s gaze searched the shadowy, tree-covered landscape in an attempt to find unseen faces.

“Actually,” Ivar spoke, “they are still in Kattegat.”

“What?” You asked, startled at Ivar’s sudden intervention. 

“The rest of my people were unable to escape King Harold’s army,” Ivar answered. “They are caged in like animals and Kattegat, my Kattegat is their cage.” 

There was nothing you could say. You weren’t a king or held the future of thousands of people in your hands-- you simply didn’t know what to say.

An uncomfortable silence fell over you and Kyle as you continued making your way amongst the scattered crowd; your palms became clammy the closer you got to its center.

Your own eyes roamed over the weathered and tired faces that made up the crowd. For a brief second, you imagined the horror of being woken up in the middle of the night by an invasion. 

But I was woken up in the middle of the night by a sudden invasion too, you reminded yourself.  Images of the of the fighting in the thrown roam, dead bodies, and pools of blood flooded your mind-- you silently prayed that with time you would be able to shake away those awful memories. 

“Tonight has been a trying time,” Ivar’s voice boomed through the still, night air, effectively startling you for the second time in mere seconds, “but tonight we have been given a sign that the Gods are on our side.”

A collective gasp ran through the sea of people that surrounded you. 

“We,” he continued to speak with kingly authority that demanded he be heard, “have Gods among us!”

Another gasp, this time mixed with murmurs, ran through the crowd. Your stomach dropped as Ivar motioned toward where you an Kyle stood, side by side.  You felt the heat rise in your face as hundreds of pairs of eyes turned their attention towards you and your best friend. 

Ivar’s stone-like features, illuminated by both moonlight and torch fire, stared you down. It was clear he wanted you to do something, but you didn’t know what.  It was only after a few seconds of shifting your eyes between Ivar and the crowd that you realized what he wanted. He thinks you’re a Goddess. They think you’re a Goddess. They all want you to confirm it.

You took a deep breath, wiped your clammy hands on the skirt of your dress, and shot Kyle a look that seemed to ask for luck before taking a step forward, chin raised in false confidence, and began to speak. 

“It is true,” you bellowed out, the edge in your voice successfully hidden, “the Gods have not forsaken you.” You raised your hands above your head, becoming a living Y. “We walk among you, we feel your plights and have come to help.” You did your best to mimic the enthusiasm of the televangelists you often came across while flipping through channels back home, back in your own time. “We,” you signaled from yourself to Kyle, “are here to win back Kattegat for you.”

A silence fell over the surroundings before the people of Kattegat, who’d been chased out of their own homes, broke out into a cheer that shook the ground.  For a brief second, you wondered if their loud, hope-filled chants would attract the attention of the invaders, this King Harald, and his warriors, then you felt energized by the sheer vigor radiating from every single person present. Guilt at your finally began to knaw at you. 

You turned to look at Kyle from over your shoulder. A look of guilt that mirrored your own rested over his features. 

This isn’t going to work. I can feel it.

“Why did the Gods send you two?” Hvitserk asked from his perch on an unusually large tree stump a few feet in front of you. 

It was early morning and everyone in what you’d decided resembled a refugee camp was still asleep. Last night you’d boldly lied to everyone here, told them you and Kyle were Gods, now you were sitting among tents, trying to answer questions you hadn’t even though up answers for. 

What would be a good enough reason? Why would two Gods be here?

You raked your brain for an appropriate answer. 

“Brother,” Ivar’s voice suddenly filled the silence you’d allowed to grow, “you are bold to question the  dealings of Gods.” You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he dragged himself towards where his brother sat. His entire disposition had changed when he learned you and Kyle were otherworldly-- his mannerism had gone from slightly condescending to utterly respectful. 

Of course, he’s being respectful. He thinks you can make anything happen with a snap of your fingers.

“May I ask, where is your companion?” Ivar asked you once he’d pulled himself up beside Hvitserk.

Your eyebrows knitted together. “My companion?” 

“He means Kyle,” Hvitserk replied for his brother. 

Ivar side eyed him in return. “I would never  be so disrespectful to a God.” He spoke as if warning his brother, daring him to say another word without reverence. 

“He’s asleep,” you said, studying Ivar’s features, “and please, don’t be so formal.” 

Something behind Ivar’s deep blue eyes seemed to spark to life as you finished speaking; admiration and gratitude towards you radiated off of him. “That you would allow me to speak to you as an equal  is an honor.”

Taken aback, you gave him a small smile. Honor. It’s an honor. It wouldn’t be an honor if you knew I’m faking it. 

“Should we wait for Kyle to wake up?” Ivar asked, a proud smile spreading over his lips as he said Kyle’s names.  

“What for?”  You asked.

Hvitserk let out a small, excited laugh. “For battle preparations.”

Battle preparations..? Oh, of course! Fuck. 

Your eyes ran over the battle plans that rested before you. You weren’t sure how long it’d been since Ivar had started talking, relaying his plans for taking back Kattegat, but you were looking forward to its end. 

“You,” Ivar looked at Ubbe while pointing to what looked like a mountain range on the old, hole-riddled map sprawled out on the small wooden table, “will bring your warriors through here and wait for the signal.”

Ubbe, who stood with his arms crossed over his chest, focused solely on the map you all huddled around. “And what will the signal be?” He asked, eyes never looking up. 

“My warriors will swarm the gates,” Hvitserk chimed in, “once we distract the guards in the towers you’ll make your way down the hills, storming the unguarded left side.” 

Ubbe and Hvitserk nodded in understanding. 

I can’t take this anymore. 

Without warning, you walked away from the map, turning your back towards everyone. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. 

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Kyle was the first to ask. 

You threw your hands up in the air in exasperation and turned to face Kyle and the Ragnarssons. “This isn’t going to work,” you practically yelled. 

Ivar inched forward, a look of worry evident in his features. “And why not?”

As quickly as possible, you racked your brain for a possible answer. “Becuase,” you started, unsure of where you were heading with your remark, “because--”

“Becuase you are planning on using brute force,” Kyle finished for you. You silently thanked him for it. “I was going to bring it up,” he continued, “but I wanted to see just how good your plan would be.” Your eyebrows knitted at the air os self-importance he’d suddenly obtained I think he might be enjoying being a God a little too much. 

Ivar eyed the crude map. “Brute force,” he quietly repeated to himself as he thought over his battle plans.

Ubbe crossed his arms and looked from you to Kyle, then back to you. “What would you suggest we do then?”  

You lifted your chin up in the air, mirroring Kyle’s demeanor. “That is for you to tell us. We,” you motioned towards Kyle, “would like to see if you are worthy of our help.”

“Of course we are worthy,” Hvitserk intervened, “we are son’s of Ragnar Lothbrok, the direct descendant of the All-Father.” 

“Even so,” you continued, “you cannot expect to ride on the tails of glory your father held before you.”

Ivar looked up from the map, directly at you. “Of course not,” he agreed, “we will prove to you that the Gods are right for choosing us.” You could see an idea forming behind his eyes. “And I have the perfect way to show you just how worthy we are of your help,” he bowed his head and turned towards a man dressed in rags that stood by the tent’s only opening. “Gather as many slaves as possible,” he commanded, “tonight we will prove out worth with a great sacrifice.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. I think I’m about to throw up. This is going too far.

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Can someone please explain to me why people are saying Vikings is ending? Ive been so out of the loop

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Ooh, and before I forget. I’m also going to be finishing Amara just in case anyone is still interested in that old fanfic

Welp. My interest in Vikings resurfaced after watching the trailer for the second half of the season… thank goodness I didn’t go through with deleting this blog. Anyway, I think I might continue A Time Traveler in Viking Court. I know it’s been a hot minute since I updated it so just let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in it anymore :)

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Welp. My interest in Vikings resurfaced after watching the trailer for the second half of the season... thank goodness I didn’t go through with deleting this blog. Anyway, I think I might continue A Time Traveler in Viking Court. I know it’s been a hot minute since I updated it so just let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in it anymore :)

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Imagine an alternative universe of Vikings where Bjorn is a jock and Ivar is a school shooter

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I lost all interest in Vikings so I might delete soon. Follow me on my main blog @thehotdogfairy

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A Time Traveler in Viking Court - part 11/?

Your eyes shifted from Ubbe to Kyle and back to Ubbe. A sudden tension grew between the two of them, so much so that you were sure one of them would start swinging at the other any moment. 

Unimpressed with the scene that was unfolding before your eyes, you looked down towards your bare, mud-covered feet and tried wiggling your toes. As expected, you were unable to feel them. 

Great, the last thing I need right now is nerve damage.

 A gust of wind made the dress you wore flutter around your legs; you desperately hugged yourself in a vain attempt to retain some sort of warm. Your teeth began to involuntarily chatter, effectively breaking the silence that had settled over Ubbe, Kyle, and you. 

You rolled your eyes, hugged yourself tighter, and let out an exasperated sigh before walking towards Ubbe and Kyle. 

“Ubbe,” you started, making sure your exasperation could be clearly heard, “what happened? Why was the town attacked?”

Ubbe stood silent for a few seconds. His eyes jumped between you and Kyle a few times before he finally took in a deep breath and began to explain everything. “We were attacked by King Harald.” His face twisted in what you could only assume to be hatred as he spits out the name. 

“King Harald?” Kyle asked. 

Ubbe nodded. “He intends to be king of all of Norway.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “I thought Ivar was the king.”

“Of Kattegat, yes.” Ubbe finished his sentence and turned away from you and Kyle. “We should continue walking, the others will be waiting.”

“Hold on,” Kyle called out as he walked close behind Ubbe, “how can someone be kind of a town?”

How CAN that be?

You silently waited for Ubbe to answer Kyle’s question. 

“He just is.” His curt reply seemed to be hiding something. 

Something he doesn’t want to talk about, duh.

Kyle opened his mouth to speak again but you stopped him by placing a hand on his arm and gently shaking your head. Kyle understood your silent request and nodded in understanding. 

A few minutes of walking in silence passed before you broke the silence once again. “So,” you started, unsure of what you were saying, “it must be nice to be part of the royal family. I bet that comes with a lot of perks.” 

Ubbe shot you an almost confused look over his shoulder. “It’s about as pleasant as you think it can be.” 

“So very pleasant,” Kyle said, clearly trying to lighten the mood as well. 

Ubbe shook his head. “Being part of this family can be a curse.”

“How?” You asked absentmindedly as you carefully stepped over a cluster of oversized rocks. 

Wow, I really took flashlights for granted.

“The chance of betrayal looms over each and every one of us at all times.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” you said as you walked up beside Ubbe, “you and your brothers seem tight.”

Ubbe looked at you sideways. 

“I mean you all seem to trust each other.” You explained yourself.

“Once, maybe. These days I am not so sure.” Ubbe took in a deep breath before continuing. “And I have no one to blame but myself.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Kyle said as he walked up on the other side of Ubbe. “Ivar and Hvitserk trust you. And if they don’t, I’m sure they will soon enough, no matter what you did.” He sounded confident and you couldn’t help but smile at it. 

Hell yeah, they’ll trust him. Kyle, you’re the best hype man.

 Ubbe stifled a hearty, yet somehow sad, laugh. “And what makes you say that?” 

“Well,” Kyle answered, “if Thor could forgive Loki for trying to kill him after stealing the Tesseract, then your brothers can forgive you for whatever it is you did.” Once again he sounded confident. 

Without warning, Ubbe stopped walking, leaving you and Kyle to walk a step ahead of him before realizing this. In unison, you and Kyle turned towards where he stood frozen, shock clear on his face. 

“Are you alright?” You asked as you walked back towards him with an arm outstretched before you in case he tumbled over from whatever it was that had suddenly begun to bother him. 

“You- you know of Thor and Loki?” Although the only source of light came from the moon above, you could see the color leave Ubbe’s face.

What the. - Oh, no.  You quickly realized what Ubbe meant. 

“Yeah,” Kyle answered, “they’re great. Really nice men.”

Your head whipped towards Kyle and motioned for him to zip his lips with your index finger. You weren’t sure he caught it. 

“You have met them?” Ubbe took a step away from you. “You have met Thor and Loki?”

“Yeah,” Kyle spoke again, “me and (y/n) met them at a movie premiere. We’d won a contest -

SHUT UP, KYLE!

“That’s not true.” You cut Kyle off. 

“What are you talking about, (y/n)? Yes, we did. We took pictures.” Kyle contradicted you. 

“Pictures?” Ubbe asked as he grew more confused by the second.

You bit your bottom lip as you desperately tried to come up with an answer. “Well,” you started after a few seconds, “yes, we have met them. But it wasn’t very important.”

“Not important?” Ubbe looked you in the eye as he spoke. “How can meeting Gods not be important?” Bewilderment radiated off of him. 

“Meeting what?” Kyle asked. 

You shot him a look over your shoulder, a look halfway between anger and amazement, a look that seemed to say “how can you be so stupid?”

Kyle’s eyes went wide and his mouth hung open due to shock as he realized what he’d done. 

“We need to hurry, the others will want to know of this.” Ubbe broke into a smile as he began walking past you and Kyle with a new found spring in his step and sense of hope. 

You shot Kyle one last look before reluctantly trailing behind Ubbe. 

“Do you think they have tents lying around all over the countryside in case of attacks or do you think they have emergency kits already prepared that they just grab when they need to get out of Kattegat quickly?” Kyle looked around the dull, red, and furniture-less tent you’d been asked to wait in while Ubbe fetched Ivar. 

“I think you just landed us in hot water.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “What were you thinking?”

Kyle gave you a sheepish look, one that immediately let you know he was sorry. “I thought he was really into Christ Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston.”

You threw your arms in the air in exasperation before turning your back towards Kyle. “Why would you think that? We’re literally over a thousand years in the past.”

“I know, I know.” He defended himself. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No shit.” Your tone sounded harsher than you intended. 

“Hey,” Kyle urged you to turn towards him, “it’s been a long night, I am tired, and I was only trying to make him feel better. I didn’t know he’d end up thinking we were deities.”

You rolled your eyes before caving in and turning towards Kyle.

Damn it. 

“Okay, fine.” You whispered as you closed the gap between the two of you, the last thing you needed was for someone outside of the tent to overhear you. “We need to come up with something to tell them.”

“We should just tell them we’re not Gods.”

“Great idea, if you want to end up as the next sacrifice.”

“What?” Kyle went pale. “Sacrifice? I thought that was only something Vikings did in movies for dramatic effect.”

You slowly shook your head. “No, the tour guide back at the museum said they weren’t done often, but they WERE done.”

“Of course that’s what you remember.” Kyle looked past you, towards the closed tent flaps.

You smacked his chest with the palm of your hand. “Hey, I’m not the one who got us into this mess. You could have memorized some facts too, just saying.”

Kyle shook his head but kept his eyes on the entrance. “No, I couldn’t have. I never actually showed up to any of the tours.”

You were taken aback by this. Your time spent in modern-day Norway seemed so long ago that you couldn’t even remember if this was true or not. 

“Whatever, we should just play along and hope no one asks us to perform any miracles.”

Kyle nodded in reluctant agreement. “Alright. We’ll play along. Then what?”

“I don’t know.” 

The words were barely out of your mouth when the tent’s flaps opened up and in entered Ivar; he was dragging himself across the sparsely grass covered ground. 

He probably didn’t have time to grab his crutches.

“We need your help.” He spoke with a smile. A darkness had settled in his blue eyes, a darkness that sent a shiver down your back. 

You and Kyle exchanged a worried look before looking back to Ivar. 

“We’re here to help.” You spoke through a mask of false confidence.

Please, please, please don’t ask for a miracle.  

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Hey there !!! I’m fairly new to tumblr and I’ve been reading Vikings time traveller and absolutely love it. is there any more chapters after 9?? I’m so addicted I need more pleaseee 😂😂

hi :) I posted part 10 a few weeks ago and there will for sure be more to come

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I've definitely neglected this blog for far too long. my bad

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A Time Traveler in Viking Court - part 10/?

The cold air numbed your toes as you waded through the crystal clear water of the river. The setting sun cast beautiful shades of red and orange over everything within sight.

“(Y/n), are you out here?” You heard Kyle’s voice calling out to you from somewhere within the thick forest that lay to your back.

“Over here!” You called out in response, never once looking away from the sunset.

This place is picture perfect. Now if only I had my camera, then I could make it last a lifetime.

You shut your eyes, took in a deep breath of fresh air, and turned toward the forest. You kept your eyes closed until you heard the sound of footsteps splashing through the water towards you.

Kyle, who’d walked into the river with his shoes still on, stood before you wearing a look of shame. “I’m sorry,” he spoke softly, “I shouldn’t have brought up your dad.”

I SHOULD stay mad. He crossed the line, the only line we’ve ever had.

“I didn’t know it was still a touchy subject.” Kyle continued. “You hadn’t talked about him in such a long time so I thought that maybe you were over it.” You could hear the regret oozing out of his every word. “I’m sorry,” Kyle repeated.

You bit the inside of your lip at you thought over what he’d said. Both you and Kyle stood staring at each other.

I forgive him. 

Without saying a word, you outstretched your arms and embraced him. “I know you didn’t mean to upset me.” 

Kyle wrapped his arms around you, returning the hug. 

Wow, I hadn’t realized how badly I’d needed a hug.

You both stood like that, in each other arms in the middle of the river, until the sun had fully set. 

“So,” Kyle linked his arm through yours as you both made your way back to Kattegat, “what are you going to tell those brooding Vikings if they bring up your dad - you know, out of curiosity?” 

You felt yourself tense up a bit. “I’m going to tell them the truth.” 

Kyle let out a small, barely audible gasp. “So, you’re just going to tell them he skipped town after he found out your mom cheated on him?” 

“What?” You stopped walking. “No, I’m going to tell them it isn’t any of their business- because it isn’t.” You shook Kyle off of your arm and continued walking, leaving him behind. You could feel his gaze burning into the back of your head. 

“You could talk about it, ya know,” Kyle spoke as he quickly caught up with you. 

You kept your eyes ahead. “Why would I ever do that?” Your voice came out breathy. 

“Because,” Kyle  linked his arm with yours once more, “it could be helpful for you.” 

“Helpful?” 

“You never talk about it with anyone.” You could hear the concern in his voice. “You’ve gotta talk to someone about it, babe.”

Your left eyebrow went up in question. Babe? He only calls me that when he wants me to really listen. 

Kyle gently forced you to slow down your pace. “I’m serious, (y/n). You don’t have to talk about it with me, but you do need to talk about it with someone.

Should I say something snarky? You shifted your gaze towards Kyle, getting a good look at his profile. No, he means well. 

You patted Kyle’s arm and let out an audible sigh. “Alright.” 

The rest of the journey back into town was relatively silent. 

I really need to get over this. And soon. 

“Wake up!” A voice on the other side of your and Kyle’s makeshift room intertwined with the sound of banging on the door, “You need to wake up, now!”

You groaned and shifted beneath your heavy, woolen blanket. 

“Wake up!” The voice called out again. “(y/n), Kyle! Get up!”

Go away! 

You heard the sound of shifting coming from Kyle’s direction. Still, you were too tired to get up. 

“(Y/n).” Kyle’s whispering voice called out to you as he gently shook you awake. 

“What?” You managed to groan out.

“Something’s happening.” The urgency in his voice barely registered with you. 

You shifted, turning your back to Kyle. “What do you mean.?

As if on cue, a crashing sound came from the other side of the door followed by a sea of cries and grunts. 

You sat up and turned towards Kyle, who was kneeling beside you staring at the closed door. 

What the hell is going on? 

Kyle turned his attention back to you, his confused expression mirroring your own. 

“Get out! Now!” The voice called again followed by a single bang on the door. 

Both you and Kyle gave a startled jump. 

Without saying a word, Kyle rose to his feet and outstretched his hand to you. You took it without hesitation and stood up. 

“Is the town under attack?” You asked in a bearly audible, yet frantic, whisper.

Kyle shrugged. “Maybe,” he stared at the supply room’s only door, the screams on the other side growing louder, “but I really hope not. 

Me too, man. Me too. 

You both stood in the center of the room, unable to move. The fear of whatever it was that awaited you in the throne room made you feel as if you were about to puke. 

You saw Kyle look back and forth between you and the door, clearly unsure of what to do. After a few seconds, he let out an exaggerated, but warranted sigh and walked over to the door. Your heart stopped beating as Kyle unfastened the crude, wooden latch you’d put up a few days ago and swung the door open. 

Through the door frame, you could see men clashing swords, oversized hammers being thrown from one side of the throne room to the other, and puddles of blood beneath piles of bodies littering the floor.   

Your hand flew up to your mouth as tears of fear filled your eyes. Your eyes automatically darted towards Kyle, who stood beside the door staring out into the bloody scene. 

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck do we do?

Without thinking, you took hold of the back of Kyle’s shirt and pulled him as deep into the room as possible. For once, you were glad the storage room you and Kyle slept in had no source of light. 

If we keep to the shadows, no one will notice us. 

Your eyes remained glued to the door frame; the need to run and scream knawed at you. With your backs against the farthest wall, you and Kyle began searching for each other's hands. 

Before your fingers could find Kyle’s, a mountain of a man appeared in the doorway and stared into the room with a crazed look. You held your breath as the man remained in his place. 

 Oh, my God? Can he see us? 

Your silent question was answered once the burly man let out a blood-curdling scream and began charging at full speed towards you and Kyle. You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to move from your spot against the wall. 

You waited for the pain of being impaled with a sword to fill you, but it never came. When you were able to gather enough courage to open your eyes, you found yourself coming face to face with a blood-soaked Ubbe. 

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?

You shifted your eyes down to the floor, to where the charging man now lay dead, and let out a small shriek that got caught in your throat halfway.

“(Y/n)?” You bearly heard Ubbe calling out to you.

You found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from the dead body. 

“(Y/n),” Kyle moved in front of you and began shaking you by the shoulders, “snap out of it!” 

A switch seemed to flip inside of you. You brushed off Kyle’s hands and turned your attention towards Ubbe. 

I’ve gotta keep calm! 

“What’s going on?” You asked, your suddenly calm voice sending a wave of shivers up your spine.   

“Kattegat is under attack.” He sounded tired, worried, and angry all at once. 

You nodded as if the town being under attack made perfect sense. I figured that much.

“What do we do?” Kyle asked from beside you. 

“We need to get you two out of here.” Ubbe continued talking as he turned his attention towards the commotion on the other side of the doorway and held up his sword. “Stay with me.” 

You don’t have to tell me twice.

You scurried behind Ubbe and resisted the urge to take hold of the back of his tunic in your first for a sense of safety. 

Without warning, Ubbe began to lead you and Kyle out of the storage room and into the throne room where the sounds of fighting became deafening. 

Growing up, you’d been shown wartime documentaries and read accounts of battles in textbooks but it was only now that you realized how grossly simplified it had all been. 

It was almost as if you weren’t really there. 

You could feel your bare feet wading in pools of blood as you crossed the throne room. It amazed you to the point of wonder how no one seemed to look your way as if you were nonexistent. The fighting continued all around you. 

Kyle gently shoved you, a silent indicator that you should move faster. You hadn't noticed you’d slowed down and begun to stare at the chaotic scene taking place. 

“Here.” Ubbe pushed one of the giant front doors slightly open, allowing just enough space for you and Kyle to shuffle out unnoticed before he, himself, could. “We need to head over towards the mountains,” Ubbe continued as he closed the door behind himself, “we’ve tried to get as many people as possible out of the town, they’ll be waiting there.” 

You and Kyle silently trailed behind Ubbe as he zig-zagged through alleyways and between narrow walls. Every once in a while an attacker would pass by but the shadows that the buildings provided were enough to keep all three of you hidden. 

You weren’t sure when you’d all left Kattegat behind; it seemed as if one second you were ducking your head, avoiding being seen, and the next walking up a rocky hill. 

“Everyone should be waiting for us on the other side of the mountain,” Ubbe called out from ahead, breaking the long silence that had fallen over all of you. 

Kyle walked past you and headed straight for Ubbe. “We need to talk.” His voice had lost any sign of the fear he’d felt as you were all making your escape. 

“About what?” Ubbe continued walking as he spoke.

Kyle reached out and caught Ubbe by the arm, yanking him to a complete stop. “We could have died. We need to talk about it now.” 

Wow, Kyle means business.

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Hi! It’s been months since I last updated this story and I’m sorry about that! I’m trying really hard to get back into my writing ‘cause I do miss it. I am rusty, so please excuse that.  :)

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So, calling Rollo for help is another Hvitserk’s idea… the boy deserves some credit, after all, the Civil War is his idea, too.