Vikings imagines

Ivar (Platonic) - Paint it Black

I've had the idea of this for a while but lacked inspiration to write. Essentially the reader is Ivars child.

Also major gore and violence warning!

Enjoy my loves!

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For years now, you had been lied to. Told a false story of your family and past and it fueled your anger as you entered the arena of your city.

Correction actually, they weren't your family. Some man had given your mother his seed then sent her off. May it of been shame or humiliation, you'll never know. All you know is your real father cared little of you.

Your mother tried to explain that he hid you from his brothers, your uncles, in fear they would use you against him. The idea made you scoff, you fought back with, "he could of at least visited me! Checked up on his child once in his life. Does he even know what gender I am?" You snapped at your mother and she had no response for you.

That's all you can think of before chants from the crowd become so loud you can hardly hear yourself think.

Raising your hands to your jaw, you crack it. Making eye contact with your king, a man beside him who you had never seen. They spoke to one another and laughed before he pointed at you, the strange man looking at you and raising an eyebrow.

Suddenly, the king stood up and everyone fell silent as his voice boomed through the arena.

"We have a special guest with us today my people! The father of our greatest warrior! Ivar The Boneless!" He screams and the crowd looses it.

You eyes widen as you look at your father, your knees shaking slightly. Your breathing picks up as your previous anger hits you again.

Something else is said by your king but your unable to truly focus as you eye down Ivar. The sound of a gate rising pulls your attention away as 3 large men and a woman larger then you make their way into the arena. Smirks are plastered onto their faces.

You make one final glance up a Ivar, a smile on his face as he looks into your eyes before a horn in blown and two of the men charge you.

You skillfully dodge and slash at the back at one of their knees with one of your axes. He quickly falls to the ground and the other man hits your gut with the butt of his spear, earning a grunt from you.

He quickly flips his spear around and goes to stab you with it, you just duck under and grab the middle of the spear gripping it tightly and snapping it. The man stands there a little shocked and now it's your turn to flip his spear around and pierce it through his mouth.

Blood spurts out as he drops to the ground, gripping the piece of broken wood coming out of his mouth. You don't have much to look any longer though as you feel a shield slam into you and push you over.

As fast as you can, you roll over before the first mans sword can get to you. He just simply impales it into the ground.

You grab one of your axes, as you still remain on the ground and throw it at the man. It lands in his shoulder and you dash up, making a step towards him as you punch him in the side of the face. He spits his blood at your face from the contact and then wraps his arms around your legs, tackling you to the ground.

The air is pushed from your lungs as you grab onto the axe handle still in him and rip it out, quickly lashing it out across his face, cutting his eyes and across his nose.

He quickly jumps off you and takes both his hands to his face, as he yells in horrible pain. You stand, staggering slightly and the crowd chants for his death and of course, you deliver.