• Previously • "Do not call that man my brother, he has no family anymore." Bjorn hisses, "but as I said before, you are coming with me, or else everyone here dies and we drag you out."
The men in front of you snarl a little and grip their swords, waiting for someone to move.
The sound of a door opening and heavy footsteps make you turn your head as a voice booms through the open dinning hall.
"I'd love to see you try dear brother, but I'm going to have to pass you up on that offer."
———————— Everyone looks over to the door and in walks, or limps if you will, Ivar. A smirk on his face as his men rush in with bows drawn.
In the blink of an eye the few male slaves with swords in front of you were dead from Bjorns men and the women around you are either stabbed or shoved to the ground as Bjorn grabs a hold of you.
His tight grip on your wrist stings slightly as he spins you around in front of him, a short sword presses to your neck. The cool metal feels rather nice compared to your hot skin, damp with sweat.
His men stand behind him, a few with bows drawn and others with their swords and shield.
Ivars smirk doesn't falter as he licks his lips and steps forward slightly. He glares at Bjorn and gives you a soft look, almost as if he was trying to talk to you through his eyes.
"So, brother, you attack my city, kill my people and try to take my wife as your hostage all while I'm not here?" Ivar scoffs and shakes his head rolling his eyes in the process.
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"I expected more from the great Bjorn Ironside, honestly." He huffs and then continues talking, "but, why are you here. There's clearly a reason and I haven't all day to play this stupid game with you."
"You have gone too far with your actions against us Ivar, you need to be reasoned with before a war breaks out again. This was the only way I saw fit." Bjorn speaks loudly right next to your ear, his beard tickling your neck.
"I've gone too far! Me! Says the one with a knife to my wife's neck!" Ivar screams, causing some of Bjorns men to back up. Ivar just simply grabs a piece of bread from the table and bites into it, raising his eyebrow.
"Don't accuse me, this isn't about me right now. It's about you!" Bjorn yells back and Ivar makes a confused face and shakes his head once more, slightly pouting his lip as he holds the small piece of bread.
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