VICIOUS [IVAR THE BONELESS]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Ivar was seated quietly behind her after her confession. She nervously chuckled, trying not to sound weak, broken or make the situation too personal and intimate. It was his confession that had made her confess as well. Freya thought deep down that her confession wouldn't make him sound as different from her, he had been a cripple with a murdered mother. Her murdered mother might've made him feel less as one on the outside. She looked over her shoulder and she saw his wide eyes.

"I hope you didn't think I was coming from a happy childhood with loving parents when you've seen the things that I do." Freya said truthfully. Ivar was smart enough and the thought of him thinking any differently would've shocked her. He blinked quickly before meeting her eyes.

"Do you know who?" Ivar asked after a while and she gave him a single nod.

"I do." Freya said and he raised his brow. "Pagans, Boneless. Pagans raped my mother when they got to England seventeen years ago." She said and he only hummed after a while.

"I understand." Ivar said and she turned her head the best she could, pulling at the chains, making the cuffs cut deep into her skin, yet only some made wounds.

"Do you Ivar? Do you know what it feels like to see your own mother suffering whenever you took your ships to England, that monster stayed back there the second time and visited her as he pleased. Abused her both physically and verbally before leaving my mother broken and unable to care for her child!? Please tell me Ivar if you understand that!" Freya screamed at him. Her voice strong yet broken, hoarse and filled with venom. Her eyes icy cold, nothing but pure hate filled her eyes and her fists were balled into fists tightly. "You don't understand that because when you took York you did the exact same thing, took what's not yours with violence as people cried for their mercy you refused to give them! You just strategically think what you've taken but doesn't pay a single thought to those men, women and children who you've stuck your blades, axes and arrows through their bodies!" She continued before she stopped. Her heart was beating quickly, her breath rugged and she closed her eyes, trying to calm herself.

"You've killed people of mine as well Freya." Ivar said and she glared at him.

"My crimes can't even begin to get compared to yours. How many people's blood are stained on your hands Ivar? I've killed thirty men with my own hands apart from protecting myself in battles, then I might reach the double. You've slaughtered more than that, preying on the weak."

"Preying? You've been chasing as well." Ivar said and she scoffed.

"You on the weak and I on the stronger." She said and let out a sigh.

"Leave." Freya said after a while and Ivar raised his brow.

"I'll leave when I pleas—"

"Please leave." Freya said in a strong voice yet looking at the ground.

"I'm not—"

"Ivar." Freya said pleadingly and it was the first time she wasn't mocking him or pushing his buttons. Ivar clenched his jaw as he got onto his feet. He limped and stood in front on her. His eyes roaming over her frame, how her previously strong shoulder hung heavily and her hair that fell into her face.