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lisinfleur · 6 years

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Payback - Chapter One: From the Start

Author's notes: This is my first Modern! AU long fic. English is not my first language, so please if you see any mistakes, feel free to tell me and I'll do my best to fix it!

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Technical: Hvitserk x Reader, Modern! AU, Dark! Hvitserk, Dark! Reader.

Inspired by The Absent One (Fasandræberne) movie.

Warnings: TRIGGERING CHAPTER. Mentions of rape, guns, cursing, dirty talk, drugs, alcohol. 18+ ONLY.

Words: 1.840

“Shit, Hvitserk… She’s so fucking tight!”

His green eyes were glued to the screen of that old television. Locked on his basement, in the dark, with tears rolling down his face, Hvitserk couldn’t stop looking to that bunch of badly filmed scenes.

“Easy to understand… Why you were so… Jealous… Fuck!”

The camera was badly placed. The focus was changing all the time. But he could hear perfectly the sounds of that bastard’s hips against her butt. Pushing…

“Stop…”

His fingers tightened the grip on the empty glass in his hand. The bottles and cigarette butts were all over the ground. He spent the entire night seeing that fucking video trying to recognize any clue, any detail that could tell him where that bastard was with his precious (Y/N).

“Please…Stop.”

The glass cracked under his fingers, but he ignored the sound. His ears were only hearing her voice.

She was crying.

“Please…”

Begging.

“Stop…”

Hvitserk threw the glass on the television tube, exploding the thing in a million of pieces, grunting furiously in the total darkness that place dove in without the appliance.

He was fucked. That bastard found a way to literally kick his ass.

He ruined everything in a matter of days.

“Fucking son of a bitch!” Hvitserk screamed, kicking and punching the wall.

Grunting, screaming and then sliding through the wall as a jailed animal, wounded, crying.

Locked on a dead end.

His head repeating her crying voice in his mind as a broken tape, again, and again, driving him insane bit by bit in the silence of that house. Björn was out trying to keep the family business running. Ivar was responsible for everything about Sigurd’s care. He could hear the sound of his wheels chair running all over the floor of the house over his head from time to time. Sigurd… His brother was in a drugged coma, locked in a hospital bed, without prediction of return. Ubbe surely could help him if he wasn’t fucking rotting in a damn prison.

All thanks to Sieg. That damn fucking bastard who was now fucking his girl in front of a camera and harassing him through texts on his phone, vibrating as a damn buzzer on his pocket.

“WHAT MORE DO YOU FUCKING WANT, SIEG??” he answered the phone.

But it wasn’t Sieg’s voice who came from the speaker.

“Whenever you put your hands on him, kick his fucking ass, Handsome.”

“Princess…”

His entire body froze when he heard her voice. But before he could say anything, Sieg’s voice came with a slapping sound on the background.

“It wasn’t what I told you to say, you bitch…” the continuous sound of the line came before the call was ended.

But this time he didn’t grunt. This time Hvitserk didn’t scream or anything.

Her words came like an injection of life into his torn soul.

She was still fighting.

And so, he would fight for her.

His feet went upstairs jumping the steps to reach the first floor.

"Is visitation day today, right?" he asked Ivar, sighing on hearing him grunting, not able to move the chair properly yet.

To see his little brother stuck on that chair was one of the worst things of all that shit.

Hvitserk came closer, helping Ivar with the front wheel of the chair that was locked on the doorway and received an angry growl for his help.

"I know how to do it by myself!" Ivar complained, not looking up to his eyes.

But Hvitserk knew that silent after his sentence was his way to say "but thank you, anyway".

"It is visitation day, isn't it?" he asked again and Ivar nodded.

"Will you go there to see him?"

"They won't lay a hand upon me, Ivar, don't worry. If he had tipped something they would have already locked me up. He has nothing against me. And if I get some trouble I'm sure you'll save my ass." he patted his little brother's shoulder and Ivar raised one of his middle fingers to Hvitserk receiving nothing but a curve in his lips.

Things were hard for them all...

"Don't talk about the hair," Ivar said, causing Hvitserk to look back at him.

"What?"

"The hair." And then Ivar made a motioning with his fingers over his head and Hvitserk grunted, angrily.

"This is a fucking prison, Hvitserk. Not a damn playground."

They shaved him.

His hair, his beard. Everything.

Hvitserk barely recognized his brother when he came to talk to him, without that braid he used to cultivate just as father's and Bjorn's. And the beard he used to love so much.

It would take years to grow again.

"Stop looking at me with these stuffed cheeks, brother. It will grow again. It's just hair, Hvitserk." Ubbe tried to make him feel better but it only took him a grunt a little more annoyed.

"This is all that bastard's fault. Ivar, Sigurd, you here... All Sieg's fault"

"What did he did to Sigurd?"

Sometimes Hvitserk forgot that they couldn't go see him too often and it was keeping Ubbe out of the news.

"He paid someone to drug Sigurd's bottle on a hotel he went with Margrethe. Sigurd is at the hospital. Margrethe is dead." Hvitserk said without rounding, hearing Ubbe's annoyed growl. "And now he has (Y/N)..." he completed, causing Ubbe to look at him impressed.

"What the fuck is going on, Hvitserk? Fuck, man! You're letting this guy fuck your damn life and everyone around you! What the hell!"

"It is not my fucking fault ok? I wasn't waiting for that! The bastard seems to have planned this shit for years!"

"So go out of his plans, Hvitserk," Ubbe says, causing Hvitserk to shut for a second "C'mon... I know you can think about something. Last time I remember seeing that bastard, we were giving him a fucking lesson." he chuckled.

And Hvitserk couldn't handle but chuckle as well.

"My only regret, after all, was not to have asked her to hit him harder," Ubbe said, causing Hvitserk's mind to float in memories.

"Yeah... She was fucking amazing that day..."

He could remember as if it was yesterday. And if he closed his eyes he still could feel the smell of the mint on the cigarettes she used to like when they met each other.

She was smoking in the schoolyard, raising her middle finger to the monitor who wrote an advertence for her being smoking where she was. He couldn't miss a girl who set the advertence paper on fire with her cigarette's ember on the monitor's hand!

"You gonna get a kick in your ass, Hvitserk. Mistress Hot'n Cold will break your heart" one of his friends advised.

Mistress Hot'n Cold. A nickname the boys gave to her because of the hot body with a cold stone heart. Well, the cold stone heart needed a fire to re-lighten her cigarette and guess who was holding a lighter?

She smiled at him behind the cigarette, pulling the smoke to her mouth once again.

"Thanks, handsome."

"You're welcome, princess."

From that day on, they became closer and closer. The conversation between them could last for hours. She knew everything about his family and he remembers he laughed when she said she would only be pissed off if he didn't get the best stuff for their meetings. She was fucking crazy. As crazy as he was. And it made him fall for her as someone who dove into an abyss.

They sneaked away from the school together, they smoke together, got drunk together... He taught her how to drink properly, she taught him how to make that damn french inhale he was never able to do before. He was her first. She was his only.

But he was always there...

"Shouldn't you be on your chemistry class, (Y/N)? It started ten minutes ago... "

"I rather the biology ones, you know, human reproduction."

She always had a good answer for him. But Sieg was persistent.

"Just don't let this delinquent end up screwing your academic history."

Always playing the good guy, as if Hvitserk didn't know he was always buying stuff from his father's points and that monitor position was totally bought from his father. He was the son of the Principal and Hvitserk was pretty sure that bastard asked his father to be on charge of (Y/N) class.

"Don't worry, Siegfried. I won't be the one with the mind blown tonight"

Sieg used to hate the way she pulled Hvitserk by his necktie or hadn't a single problem in kissing him in front of whoever wants to see.

"Name is just Sieg." he insisted and so she looked at him with a fake sorry expression just to twist it into a smile on the following second.

"Who fucking cares? Don't you have someone else to stalk, Siegfried? Or do you want to have some classes here?" Hvitserk remembers she used to call him wrong just to tease, mounting his lap just to make Sieg uncomfortable.

Even then.

Even with all her efforts to push him away, Sieg was always trying his chance. And it pissed Hvitserk off almost his entire high school.

Advertences, suspensions, Sieg started to try to find any reasons to take Hvitserk out of the school justifying her actions with his presence, thinking if Hvitserk was away maybe she would be sweeter to him.

Hvitserk's last year on the school was a real nightmare trying to find all the possible ways to avoid Sieg and his damn notebook: he managed to become Hvitserk's monitor and for the gods, the guy was a damn stalker.

All he got with it was (Y/N) becoming angrier and harsher with him. And Hvitserk and her managing to flee from school almost every day.

They used to go to the lake together to talk, be together, sometimes make love.

But that day, Hvitserk managed to get his new gun to school to show her...

"Father gave me."

He remembers Ragnar gave that stuff for him when he became old enough to participate his father's business.

"It's beautiful..." she said.

"Wanna learn?"

He spent half of that evening trying to teach her how to shoot on the cans of beer they took there to drink. She never managed to hit none of them.

"I'm shitty with this thing! I would never be able to kill someone"

"Good I'm here to kill for you if necessary."

Hvitserk could still feel the warmth of her body against his that day. Or the way she kissed him so passionately.

"Would you kill for me, Hvitserk?"

"Without hesitation..."

Her kisses had become intense and they were about to start invading each other's clothes when he heard Sieg's voice and his eyes got the monitor looking at them both.

"Oh, c'mon! Give me a break!"

Hvitserk still remembers he swallowed up his tongue when a police officer came from behind Sieg.

"I told you... He has a gun".

He could still remember how cold the handcuffs were.

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#ragnarssons #imagine #imagine vikings #vikings history #Vikings #the absent one #fasandræberne #sister wives #hvitserk #hvitty #hvitserk white shirt #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk imagine #hvitserk x reader #dark #payback

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ivarswickedqueen · 6 years

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I understand that look on her face.

I really do...

#Marco Ilsø #the absent one #Fasandræberne #marco ilso #marco ilsoe

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greaseonmymouth · 8 months

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Jeg havde faktisk ikke rigtig nogen planer om eksplicit at gøre Carl demiseksuel i min nuværende wip men efter at have læst kvinden i buret og skullet igennem jeg ved ikke hvor mange liderlige kommentarer om kvinderne på politigården, har jeg faktisk besluttet at film-versionen af manden i hvertfald ligger lidt længere henne mod a enden af spektrummet til sammenligning

Kvinden i buret: ét forsøg på at byde en kvinde på en drink i en sammenhæng hvor det er relativt normalt (på en bar), der virker mere som en pludselig indskydelse i øjeblikket end noget der har en reel interesse bag (hun er smuk, han er single, de er på en bar, de snakker allerede sammen) + han er ikke særlig modtagelig overfor Assads kommentarer om at Merete Lynggaard er en sød pige - Assad siger det to gange og det er som om Carl ikke tænker over det før på færgen

Fasandræberne: han lægger mærke til at en kvinde kikker på ham til en fest på politigården og virker overrasket, vælger så at gå hen til hende - for så at finde ud af det ikke var ham så han dropper det igen. ingen tegn på han er interesseret i nogen som helst

Flaskepost fra P: han bliver flirtet med åbenlyst, på en bar, og ænser det overhovedet ikke. om det er fordi han ikke har opfattet det eller bare ikke er interesseret i hende overhovedet kan diskuteres, jeg tænker om det er fordi han ikke rigtig bryder sig om hende/de kom lidt skævt ind på hinanden fra start og det satte en stopper for det med det samme + det er første gang siden kvinden i buret at Assad forsøger at gøre ham opmærksom på en sød pige som om han ikke rigtig forstår Carl ikke har lagt mærke til det

Journal 64: ærligt jeg ved ikke hvad der foregår. Jeg troede forst kantinedamen og kvinden på caféen var den samme person men på rollelisten er de vidst forskellige skuespillere? Der overfladisk ligner hinanden? Uanset om de er den samme person eller ej så er tydeligt lagt op til at han har skullet se hende flere gange før han viste en egentlig interesse i hende

Og så har jeg ikke engang snakket om hans forhold til Assad

Der er en verden til forskel men én ting er stensikker: Carl i filmene har ikke igennem de fem år de udspiller sig vist nogen særlig interesse i folk omkring sig, ingen lange eller sleske blikke eller kommentarer eller noget som helst. det nærmeste vi kommer det er faktisk Assad, og hvis vi antager Assad er allo så bliver kontrasten mellem dem faktisk ret tydelig (og hvis vi også antager Assad er ovre i den tunge ende af kinsey skalaen (mens Carl er i midten) så virker hans kommentarer i kvinden i buret faktisk ret performative: se mig, jeg er en ganske normal heteroseksuel mand og muslim og politimand, intet sært her, nu skal jeg bevise jeg er god til mit job men også tilpas underdanig du ikke fyrer mig med det samme og så er jeg bare super normal og desperat efter at være til nytte. Forresten har jeg sagt jeg er hetero? Lad mig lige hamre det på plads)

Så. Tl;dr: Carl bliver placeret derovre i demi/gråzonen i min nuværende wip, fordi jeg kan, og jeg synes det giver mening, og jeg tror faktisk det kommer til at gøre historien bedre end jeg havde tænkt

#ærligt jeg er meget fascineret af at Assads første kommentar til Merete sagen er #‘den sag husker jeg godt. en sød pige’#og Carl virker fuldstændig uforstående #en sød pige? det har han ikke tænkt over. han har for travlt med at tænke over at Børge Bak er idiot #han har en gåde han skal løse #en sød pige? hvad?#anyway. jeg må skrive videre senere nu må jrg fandme i seng for alvor #afdeling q

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beautifulfaaces · 7 years

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Nikolaj Groth

Facts

May 3, 1994

Danish actor

Filmography

Jeppe [Rita: 2012-2020]

Thomas [ Fasandræberne: 2014]

Bolle [Mille: 2009]

Appearance

dark blonde/ blonde

blue eyes

1.87m

Roleplay

playable: teenager, young adult

#Nikolaj Groth #male danish #male 90s #90s male danish #rita #Fasandræberne #mille #dark blonde male teen #dark blonde male young #90s male dark blonde #blonde male young #blonde male teen #90s fem blonde #blue eyes male teen #blue eyes male young #90s male blue eyes #teenager female #young adult female

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dugiskoven · 3 years

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Har brugt det sidste døgn på at se “Kvinden i buret”, “Fasandræberne” og “Flaskepost fra P”

Kunne ikke finde “Journal 64” gratis…

Det skal lige siges, jeg har siddet alene på mit værelse og set dem. Er ikke en gang fan af Jussi Adler-Olsen, men elsker den måde som Nikolaj Lie Kaas spiller hovedrollen Carl. Den hovedperson er så kold i røven, og jeg er vild med det !!

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ponapisach · 7 years

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#sidebyside #chinatown #blade runner 2049 #fasandræberne

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imyourliquor-youremypoison · 6 years

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10 Favourite movies

@tasha-lemon tagged me again because she understands the pain of having to choose only 10 fav movies and doesn’t want to inflict this suffering upon me, bless your soul

First one’s here

1. Michel Ocelot’s Princes et Princesses, Les Contes de la Nuit, & Ivan Tsarevitch et la Princesse Changeante

2. Interview with a vampire

3. Anonymous

4. The Dressmaker

5. Fasandræberne (The Absent One)

6. School of Rock

7. Now You See Me

8. Les Enfants de la Pluie (The Rain Children)

9. What We Do In The Shadows

10. The Love Witch

#tag game #alyssa talks

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mysteriouslynoisykingdom · 4 years

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The Absent [Fasandræberne] (2014)

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lisinfleur · 6 years

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Payback - Chapter Four: B.Y.O.B. (Final Chapter)

Author’s notes: Hey guys! A short ending, but I hope you like! This is the last chapter of this medium work. It was amazing to write them for you and I'm really thankful for all your love and sweetness! Thank you to all you guys who encouraged me to lose my fear to write Modern! and Dark! AU. Thank you!!! Enjoy!

Warnings: bleeding, violence, more bleeding, more violence, intense feelings, mentions of death, some sort of angst and sorrow. But some smiles as well!

Words: 2.995

The school building was desert and destroyed. After what happened to Sieg, his father gave up on the Mayor run and started draining money from where he could take to warrant Sieg's recovery from all the damage he suffered that day.

With the constant deviations, the school started falling apart and soon the place was shut down. Now a huge company bought the land to build a mall. Some stuff was already being demolished and the covering of the court was one of these things, half destroyed, letting the thin rain that started a few minutes ago wet the wooden floor the Principal used to complain so hard for them to take care of.

That shit was entirely broken and cracked but Hvitserk could still see the marks of the basketball court and the broken basket at the end of it.

Hvitserk came in careful steps. Sieg knew that shitty place as the palm of his hand and so it was better to keep the alertness. He couldn't know what kind of traps that bastard could have settled in case of Ivar was wrong and he was waiting to be caught.

His feet pushed some broken wood and a beer can aside, opening a little more floor for him to step forward; the pistol in his hand, unlatched, ready to shoot.

The blue eyes scanning everything around searching for any clue of life around couldn't let pass the red dot in the corner of the part of the court building that was still standing.

Hvitserk's shoulders relaxed: his surprise factor was gone. Sieg was better than Ivar was expecting and managed to turn the security system on at least for that particular camera to what he turned, arms opened.

"Hello, pal! Don't you come to receive your visits? Uh? Move your ass out of wherever you're hiding in and come to face me, you coward!" Hvitserk screamed at the camera and so he heard the door of the old locker room slamming open.

Instinctively, he pointed the gun towards the door and so the blonde figure came out, holding (Y/N) strategically in front of him, covering his body as a living shield that prevented Hvitserk to place a bullet straight into his head at the first moment his eyes caught his skinny body coming out of the door. It wasn't hard to hide behind someone with that bony body. Sieg was a mess...

Without the plenty of his stomach functions and after the bypass, his body lost weight until the limit of health. He was strange, pale, bony and ugly. More than Hvitserk remembered from his last video.

"Have you already sent your pictures to an agency, bunny? Your new anorexic style would rock!" Hvitserk joked, trying to mask the tension he could feel on each muscle of his body now.

(Y/N) was injured, clearly tired and with her hands tied behind her back. Her hair was messed and there were some strands missing in a crooked cut that remember a little the shag haircut she used to have when they were younger. The bastard was even trying to recreate her appearance...

But even this mess, she chuckled at Hvitserk's joke, causing Sieg to push her closer, grunting.

"This is all your fault, you son of a bitch! After what you and your damn brothers did to me, my body was never the same. But also your life is not the same, is it, Hvitserk? Uh?" he giggled, kinda sick. "How's Sigurd, uh? Enjoying the trip this time?"

"You bastard!" Hvitserk cursed, trying to find a position to aim Sieg behind (Y/N).

"I wouldn't do it if I was in your place," Sieg said, and so Hvitserk saw the gun in his hand when he placed it on (Y/N)'s neck, sliding it through her skin to raise her face by her chin with the tip of the gun and nuzzle her face with his own "We don't wanna see the new mall wall receiving a beautiful red painting, neither I want to blow out this sweet little face yet. So I suggest you to let go of this gun or I swear, you gonna regret not to listen to my gentle pleads."

Hvitserk's hands started shaking. The vision of that gun so close to her face caused him cold shivers down his spine. But he couldn't say what was agonizing over him the most. If the cold metal against her skin or if Sieg's lips, kissing her naked shoulder, pulling the rags she was dressing aside to expose the crook of her neck for his kisses.

"She's warm..." Sieg said, causing Hvitserk to clench his jaw.

The cold rain becoming thick over them.

"We don't want this pretty body to become cold, right?" Sieg smiled just to lose the curve in the following second "DROP THE DAMN GUN!"

(Y/N) looked into Hvitserk's eyes and he leaned his head, annoyed. Even with her head shaking no and her eyes filled with heavy tears, he lowered his body, placing the gun on the floor.

"Slide it to the side," Sieg ordered and Hvitserk did what he wanted, causing him to smile.

Hvitserk's head couldn't figure a way out yet, so the best choice still was keeping (Y/N) safe until he could think.

"Let her go." Hvitserk said, moving his upper lip, annoyed "I'm your target and you have me here, now release her."

Sieg laughed out loud, sending a new wave of shivers down Hvitserk's spine. He could never imagine that bastard was so insane.

"You?" he giggled "You all, Hvitserk! Ubbe, Sigurd, you, that crippled bastard... You're all my targets, but you, babe girl... Oh, you are the one..."

Hvitserk twisted his face in a surprised expression

"What do you mean?"

"I should be waiting for this" Sieg said, still holding (Y/N) against his body "I should have been sure to run over that bastard's head. You would never figure out how to reach me without that cocky asshole. It was Ivar, wasn't he? He mounted my little puzzle to his dumbass brother probably putting you as the center of everything. Pff!" he hissed, passing his arm around (Y/N)'s waist, pressing her in a tight hug right under her breasts, softly biting the crook of her neck, causing her to moan disgustedly. "These sons of Ragnar, always thinking the world spin around them... Don't you think, princess?"

She shook her body against his grip, grunting.

"Don't call me like that, you asshole!"

And so Sieg pressed the gun on her throat, shutting her again.

"I'll call you the way I want... Princess" He whispered the word on her ear, starting to walk towards the part of the building where the camera was placed. Hvitserk followed him with the eyes, thinking he was intending to pick up his gun, but he just placed (Y/N) near one of the broken columns of the building, re-tying her hands to one of the rusty metal beams exposed by the demolition process.

The gun still pointed to her head under Hvitserk's heavy gaze.

"I was intending for you to commit suicide or any shit like that, you know?" Sieg said, oscillating his eyes between Hvitserk and (Y/N), but talking to him "I thought after crushing your world you would end up filling your shitty head with that crap you and your brothers sell and falling dead somewhere to spare me the work. But you were right, little princess" he said turning to her, insisting on calling her the same way Hvitserk did, contaminated with the sarcastic and evil tone of his voice "He's stronger than I thought".

His steps took him away from (Y/N), towards Hvitserk who still didn't dare to move. He could follow the line of that gun's aim and it was right in the middle of her eyes.

Maybe if Sieg came closer he could try to disarm him but now, any movements would be the death of (Y/N) and this was the last outcome he could want to that shitty situation.

Sieg lowered his body, picking a metal bar from the broken court in his free hand and Hvitserk widened his eyes.

"Let's see how much"

The bar warranted Sieg distance enough to hit Hvitserk to the ground before he could try to take the gun out of his hand. The intense pain spread on Hvitserk's flank causing him to shrink after rolling almost a meter on the wet ground.

The rain was now a storm and he could hear the sound of Sieg's laugh preceding two more hits with that damn bar that placed him on all fours on the ground.

The rusty taste of blood invaded his mouth and he coughed, feeling Sieg's feet hit against his stomach in a hard kick.

"Is it good, (Y/N)?" Sieg screamed, giving Hvitserk some few seconds to breathe before another kick hit his stomach "Am I doing it right, love?"

His head working through the strikes of pain. It wasn't him... It was never him. He was just another pawn in the game Sieg mounted to fuck (Y/N). And he fell on his plan like a stupid rat, caught on the cat's claws to be torn into pieces.

Sieg's laugh was echoing victorious. Hvitserk barely could try to get up now. His arms were cut from that bar, he could bet on three broken ribs and surely the blood he was spitting on the ground wasn't only from the teeth Sieg took from him with that damn metal bat.

The coldness of the rain was helping a little with the external pain, but with the last kick, Hvitserk dropped undone on the ground, feeling the rain in his face blurring the vision of the gun pointed to his head now.

He tried to look at her, not seeing (Y/N) from the distance he was looking. Hvitserk wished he could see her one last time since he was sure the gods didn't favor him and this time it would end badly for him.

"Any last words, bastard?" Sieg asked and so Hvitserk spat the blood from his mouth and giggled.

"She will fucking rip your skin... out of your body..." he said, smiling, almost laughing from Sieg's innocence.

"Do you really think you can... break her? Uh, Sieg? Do you really think you can break my (Y/N)?"

"After I put a bullet through your head she will have no reason to reject me anymore," he said, pulling the gun's hammer, settling a bullet on the needle.

But Hvitserk just smiled again, accepting his death.

"It will be a pleasure to watch from Valhalla while she cut you in pieces, Siegfried" he joked with his name one last time, on their childish pun that used to put Sieg so infuriated.

"Name is..." he started to answer, ready to pull the trigger and blow out Hvitserk's brain when a scream on (Y/N)'s voice made him look back to where she was supposed to be tied.

"SIEG!!!!" she screamed and his eyes caught her figure, standing, free.

The rope he used to tie her hanging brutally destroyed on her wrists. Hvitserk's black pistol on her hands directly pointed to him.

Sieg's eyes took a second to figure out what happened before the dry sound of the shot broke the silence, echoing on the court where everything had started.

She had scratched the rope on the rusted metal beam, cutting the rope and hurting her hands on the process, and picked up Hvitserk's gun on the ground putting a bullet into Sieg’s forehead.

The kick of the gun made it fall from her hand to the ground, making one second shot to the air, destroying one of the last lamps that were illuminating the place. It also threw Sieg's head behind and the skinny body fell over Hvitserk, causing him to grunt in pain one more time, pushing the dead bastard to the ground, trying to turn his body on the mud to, at least, drag himself for her.

She was a crying mess when she fell on her knees, pulling Hvitserk painfully to her embrace.

"Slow down, princess..." he tried, but she didn't give a damn, hugging him as tight as she could, crying, engulfed by sobs.

It was too much for her.

It broke her.

Hvitserk was wrong and that last words he gave to Sieg's ears weren't nothing but a bluff.

She was strong enough to hold anything.

But not to lose him…

With his last strength, he pulled her body softly to his arms, feeling her cry against his neck.

"Shh... It's over, princess... Is over..."

His eyes landed on the bullet hole in the perfect middle of Sieg's eyes and he smiled.

For someone who never was able to hit a beer can, that was a pretty beautiful shot.

He wished he could give her the time to recover. But with the gunshots, the police would be there soon. They would have to go.

"Come..."

Slowly she helped him to get up and without letting his hug a single moment, (Y/N) walked in a slow pace until the nearest phone cabin, from where Hvitserk called Ivar.

"Tell me the bastard is gone," Ivar answered the phone anxiously.

"Just send us a car, it’s raining, I'm bleeding, (Y/N) is hurt and I'm fucking starving," Hvitserk said, hearing the satisfied giggle on the other side of the phone.

"Five minutes".

They waited inside the cabin; her body entirely hidden in his arms.

"I gonna need painkillers after this" Hvitserk started, but (Y/N) raised her face, ignoring the blood in his lips and kissing his mouth, deeply, before touching her forehead with his.

"All I need is you, handsome. I only need you. Desperately" she said and Hvitserk smiled, holding her waist against him.

"Don't worry, princess... I'm all yours..."

- 2 years later... -

"That's not fun. They told me you would be baby-faced!" (Y/N) complained when Ubbe left the penitentiary complex with a grown beard and a tiny little ponytail over his head.

"Baby butt is not my style, girl," he said, slapping her butt before hugging her waist, kissing her forehead and smiling with the little bag over his shoulder. "Freedom, freedom, when do we start eating? I need a supersized portion of pork ribs and barbecue" he complained, walking towards the car.

"As soon as we take your ass outta here, brother." Hvitserk said from the driver's seat."We'll have time for lunch when the plane land. For now, we have a flight on the following fifteen minutes."

"Ivar didn't lose time..." Ubbe commented, opening the window of the car to feel the wind against his face. "What about him?"

"Driving, already," Hvitserk said and (Y/N) sighed.

"Driving everyone crazy, that's what he is driving. I had forgotten how Ivar likes to run. Fuck! I will never sit in the front seat with him at the driver's once again!"

"How fast?" Ubbe asked and Hvitserk chuckled.

"160 mph on the highway" Hvitserk answered. "But I couldn't measure the decibels. I think she was screaming too loud for a precise measuring" he joked, receiving a punch on his shoulder from (Y/N) on the passenger seat.

The laughs ceased and so the silent became intense at the car until Ubbe broke it again.

"What about Sigurd?"

Another long moment of silence and (Y/N) eyes filled with tears she didn't let roll, lighting a cigarette on her mouth.

Hvitserk answered in a low voice.

"We are waiting for you to decide"

"Not a single sign?" Hvitserk nodded negatively and so (Y/N) punched the panel of the car repeatedly, discounting her anger.

"That fucking bastard! My only regret was not to have shot his balls first!" she cursed.

"It wasn't your fault, love" Ubbe said "And after all, I don't know how it will be if Sigurd ever wakes up in a world without her... Margrethe was his light. He would be living a miserable life without her here. Maybe... Maybe is better this way."

Hvitserk sighed.

"It would be better to be hearing him play for her that shitty music he didn't stop practicing at his room. There is nobody to disturb my sex times with Hvitserk now and I'm starting to miss the soundtracks!" she tried a joke, causing Ubbe and Hvitserk to smile from the way Hvitserk and Sigurd used to argue about the practicing of chords that always started in the worst moments for the couple on the room aside.

Her eyes were wet.

Hvitserk caressed her face with one of his hands, whipping the stubborn tears that insisted on rolling through her face; the other hand on the steering wheel, guiding the car to the airport.

"We can play his favorite music before turning that shit off... He deserves to go the way he liked." Ubbe said and Hvitserk nodded again.

"I miss that bastard," he said, sighing again, the throat closed. "The house is not the same without him to disturb Ivar all the time".

"It will never be the same, Hvitserk. But at least, we will know he's on Valhalla, feasting with father, dancing and maybe playing the music he practiced that much for her. He deserves it. We can't be selfish forever." Ubbe said, wisely.

And so Hvitserk sighed one more time, but this time, relief.

"I missed your wise words as well."

"I missed you too, brother; all of you. But you still owe me that pork ribs, so what about stop driving as an old lady and take us to the airport? Uh? I can eat my ribs in ten minutes" Ubbe teased and (Y/N) straightened her body, wide eyes when she fixed the seatbelt on her body, feeling the speed of the car increasing fast with Hvitserk's feet becoming heavier on the accelerator and the smile bigger on his face.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!" she started screaming "I HATE YOU GUYS!"

"We love you too, sis," Ubbe said, laughing "We love you too".

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