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Never In A Thousand Years

Summary: Camille and Ivar arrive in Kattegat, Ivar is angry with Camille, a feast is hosted in the long room and Camille receives interesting news from Ivar's previous lover.

This is gonna be a slow burn sort of sorryyy 😁

Warnings: violence, anger

Chapter 2

Gisla was crying, spitting curses at the pagan men who loaded my items onto the boat. I couldn't help but laugh a little despite my confusing thoughts concerning Ivar.

I have gone much farther with men than I have with him, all we did was kiss for a few minutes and then he storms off, most men that I kiss beg to be able to stay the night with me, not run away.

I decided that I would not ask the reason, maybe he was saving our first time for our marriage night? Still that would not explain why he had been so rude, pushing me away and huffing like an angry bull...

Gisla wrapped her arms around me once more, "do not let them ruin your heart dear sister!" She wept, tears streaming down her perfect face and Rollo eventually pulled her away.

I did not hug my father, I told him goodbye and that I wished to never see his face again. Ivar, now standing beside me with his crutches, placed a hesitant hand on my bicep and guided me carefully onto the dock.

He stepped into the boat first, then held out his hand, not meeting my eyes as his other hand went to my hip as I hopped down into the boat. It creaked under the weight of the many men aboard, most of which were taking seats behind oars and glaring or smirking up at me.

I stuck next to Ivar and his hand found my bicep again, pulling me to the back end of the ship. There were animal pelts laid down and the back walls went up higher as they peaked to form a spike which resembled a sea creatures tail, similar to the beasts head at the front.

I watched as Ivar removed his own cloak adorned in pelts and hung it over my shoulders, tying it so it should stay in place. "Won't you be cold?" I started before he turned around.

He looked back at me, looking in my eyes for the first time since last night and then shaking his head. Instead of turning to leave again he waved at the pelts, "Sit, we are leaving now and I want my bride to be comfortable."

"Only if you sit with me, I want the same for you." I replied and he sighed, glancing at the big pole in the center of the boat where one of his brothers stood watching. He nodded his head, muttering fine and then we sat.

I folded my legs next to me, leaning my back on his shoulder, he tensed, taking a deep breath through his nose. We remained like that for the rest of the trip, eventually I fell asleep, curled up in his cloak that did not fit me well due to the size difference between he and I.

The sound of cheering and clapping caused me to open my eyes, looking around almost afraid as I forgot where I was, my eyes landed on Ivar, who was still behind me. His eyes were narrowed and I stood up, looking around as the boat was tied to the dock.

There were many people waiting for us, Lagertha, the most famous shield maiden, Hvitserk, and two blonde women standing next to Lagertha. Bjorn Ironside lept off the boat, enveloping his mother into a tight hug. His wife Torvi followed him, then Ubbe.

Ivar struggled to pull himself up with his braced legs, denying the hand I held out and taking it with his left hand once he was fully balanced. He held his crutch in his right hand and I followed him off the boat.

His hand found its way to my hip, his thumb hanging dangerously close to the lower of my navel. I carefully stepped off the ramp, taking Ivar's bicep and letting him introduce me to the Queen of Kattegat.

Lagertha held out her arms, pulling me into a hug, forcing me to release Ivar's arm. "Welcome princess." She said warmly, pulling away and placing my arm in hers as we walked down the dock.

My eyes widened as she spoke my tongue, "How much have you learned?" I asked with a faint smile, she frowned, shrugging and looking at Ivar. Ivar glared at her, his nostrils flared as he translated through gritted teeth.

Before Lagertha could come up with a response Ivar was pulling me through the parting crowd, suffering through his limp. "Ivar where are you taking me?" I whispered into his ear.

"We are going to our home." He replied, glancing back at me. He took me through the town until we reached a larger hut, he swung open the door, pulling me in front of him, almost making me trip onto the hardwood floor.

As I stumbled in and regained my balance, I turned and glared at him. "What is wrong with you!" I shouted, he grunted in response while shaking his head he walked over to his dresser.

I had tried to keep my temper, one of the only things I was actually good at, and this man was ruining my streak of calmness. I took deep breaths through my nose, pinching my eyes shut as I turned and sat on the bed.

I heard him rummaging through his drawers, "Answer me you heathen." I snapped again, he whipped his head around, glaring down at me on the bed and his nostrils flared once more.

My expression dropped and I cast my eyes to the floor, giving up once more on trying to talk to him. Just like the other night when I attempted to help him as he left my chambers.

"You know nothing. You are just a spoiled little girl, raised in a palace." He shouted, almost to himself but obviously directed towards me. "You can't get your way with one man, and you act like you are better than everyone."

My eyebrows lowered in confusion and I stood, "You think I wanted to be with you? A cripple?" I screamed, my face burning bright with embarrassment for actually wanting to feel something for him.

His expression dropped as well, and he swiftly made his way over to me, he grabbed my jaw, angling my face upwards so it was inches from his. My red cheeks deepened and I looked into his eyes desperately.

His thumb dug into my jaw, my face puffed from his hand and my eyes started to well with tears because of how angry I was. He stared in my eyes, his own eyes started to tint a light pink.

"You do not, talk to me like that." My hand gripped his wrist, my other dug into his neck to try and push him away but I was not strong enough. "You are just as I said you are."

"Until you prove me wrong, you are just my useless wife from now on." With those bitter words he pushed me away and grabbed something from the dresser.

"You will put this on, and we will walk to the long room together." He carefully laid a dress on the bed, staring at it for a second before leaving the one room to another through a blanketed door.

The dress was cream colored, and it looked as if the bottom was altered to be shorter. There were intricate designs and beaded patterns over the breast and hips of the dress, it was very beautiful.

I changed quickly, turning to a mirror that looked much too nice and furnished for a Viking village, they must have taken it from England. I watched myself from all angles, looking over my figure in the snug cream dress.

I began to wonder why this ill tempered man would have such beautiful dresses in his home. Perhaps he had a previous lover, that passed and he honored her by keeping her belongings?

I moved away from the mirror, scanning over the items that decorated this Norse home; runes, tapestries, and various weapons spread around the one room. I did notice there were three other doors, also covered by blankets like the one Ivar had disappeared to.

I peered through one of the doors, it was focused around one table. I only noticed one chair, does he eat his meals alone? There were herbs and other earthy foods strung up on the ceiling next to a window, or what looked like a window. They had no glass here in Kattegat.

I dropped the blanket, turning to the other door and opening it for my view. It was dark but I could make out a small cot next to a wall and many animal hides and skins were scattered or hung up.

Why would he have two beds in his home? I assume this smaller room with the cot was made for me, he is probably disgusted by me. Maybe he already knew I would be ugly or an unpleasant wife and planned for a dark bedroom where he wouldn't have to see me at night.

"What are you doing?" A voice said from behind, I gasped, jumping as I spun around to find Ivar mere inches away from me. He stood shirtless, holding his crutch in one arm and a tunic in the other.

"Forgive me, Ivar." I said quickly, "I was only exploring." I added and he sighed, his eyes flicking all over my face and landing on my lips, then quickly back up to my eyes.

"We are leaving now." He said and pulled the tunic over his head, straightening his braids and holding out his arm which I cautiously took. He pushed open the door with his crutch, which I was just now realizing had a knife at the end of it. Ivar said earlier that we were leaving for the "long room", whatever that is.

My hand rested on his bicep, even through the rough leather of his tunic I could feel the muscle and my mind finally registered that I had just seen him shirtless only moments before.

He had tattoos over his chest like dragons and they spread to his shoulders, most likely over his back as well. His chest and torso were well defined and the lighting had cast shadows over his abdominal muscles in a way that flattered him perfectly.

I furrowed my eyebrows, scolding myself for ever letting my father order me around and making me marry a Norse man. The only other person here who spoke my language was Ivar, it is possible that someone else had learned but I doubt it.

Others were mingling inside the long room, laughing with each other and slamming curved horns filled with ale together in celebration. My grip on Ivar's bicep tightened as he limped his way to the back of the room near Lagertha who was perched on her throne with her lover Astrid next to her.

Ivar sat on the bench, carefully swinging his stiff legs over it and laying his crutch on the ground. I sat next to him, still wary of his mood. His eyebrows were furrowed as he glanced past me at Lagertha, only causing me more confusion.

A woman sat across me, she had bright blonde hair, I recognized her from the docks, Ubbe had kissed her, she must be Margretthe, Ubbe's wife. She smiled warmly at me, glancing at the angry man next to me.

I smiled back, "Come." She said in broken french and grasped my hand, pulling me to my feet and away from my future husband to a dark spot in the room. She cornered me so her back was to the people.

"What is it?" I asked confusedly and she waved over an older man, he did not look Norse, more like a traveler like the one Ragnar had brought to Paris. He had an eerie smile on his face.

"she has something she wants to tell you about Ivar the boneless." He said in a perfect accent, looking at Margretthe and she leaned up and whispered in his ear.

She giggled as she backed away, glancing over he shoulder and I looked past her as well, only to see Ivar glaring at her. "She wishes to inform you that you will not be able to conceive children while you are with Ivar." He said in a hushed tone.

I glared up at him, "What do you mean? He is a man, is he not?" I asked and he shrugged, "He is boneless, so much that it affected his," he pointed downward and my eyes angled more in anger.

"I do not like what you are saying, it is untrue." I spat at Margretthe who was told by the translator what I had said. She put her hands up in defense, saying something in Norse and walking away.

I sat back down next to Ivar who watched me expectantly, his eyes narrowed as if he expected me to tell him something. "What did that whore tell you." He said also hushed, I shook my head.

"Nothing Ivar," I did not want to upset him anymore than I have. "You must tell me." He said, leaning in and breathing heavily through his nose.

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