Remember, requests are open! Also slight abuse warning in this.
Enjoy my loves!
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"Don't you dare start with me." Ivar snaps at you as you roughly hand him back his sword from being cleaned. "I own you! You hear me!?" He yells as he grabs your wrist, causing you to drop his sword onto the table.
"Don't act like you're going to do something to me. I've been friends with you your whole life. In fact if I recall, I've been your only friend for your whole life." You quickly snap back at him, earning a death like glare from the man as he lets you go.
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"Just because we've been friends, means nothing. You are a slave so when I say do something, I don't need it taking an hour." He grunts, completely ignoring your last statement.
"You're a fool Ivar-" You start but then a sharp pain across your face makes you stop as your head flies in the opposite direction. It catches you off guard so much that you stumble backwards slightly.
"Don't talk back to me." Ivar warns, no look of sanity left in his eyes as you hold your now throbbing cheek.
He had never hit you, in all your years of knowing him. Yes he would yell at you with false threats but he's never laid a hand on you before.
You just stare at him in disbelief and nod slowly, looking down towards the ground. You then quickly walk away and head back to the tent that was set up for Ivar to go clean it up quickly.
After about 30 minutes you see him going off on one of his brothers, it looked like Hvitserk from where you were standing but you were unsure.
As you walk towards the two you hear Ivars yelling and watch as he grabs the knife on the table and you quickly run over, grabbing his arm right as he goes to put it into Hvitserk.
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He looks over at you and looks confused but also grateful at you holding his arm, Hvitserk just takes a few steps back and scoffs.
"You need y/n to stop you from killing your own brother Ivar, really? The poor girl gets enough abuse from you, yet you still make her save the lives of other because you can't control your anger." Hvitserk snaps at Ivar and you can feel the muscles in his forearm start to tense and you quickly grab the knife from his hand.
