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The Return of the King || Ivar Ragnarsson

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Note: Possible spoilers from S4, E10.

It was mid-day when he came, when he returned, the one that no one excpected - the King who left his people behind, his family.

People couldn’t believe their eyes, and what they were seeing - as their King strolled back down to Kattegat. He had left for Paris ages ago, so long ago that his arctic blue eyes were the one thing that made sure it was truly him. He looked much older now, but not certainly in a bad way; his eyes were more wise and dangerous than before. So unpredictable. The youngest couldn’t even remember how he was, but they knew; they knew from the stories that were told by the bonfire, in the dark of the night. They knew their King, if you liked to still call him that - because for sure all didn't.

Unpredictable indeed, she chuckled to herself as she listened to their Kings speech from further away; him almost lecturing about one of his sons having to become the new King of Kattegat now or later - the man almost begging from most of his sons and even from villagers to just do it, to end his days. "You don't ask Ivar? Is it because you know that he's the only one who might actually do it?", she chuckled with a smirk dancing on her young features. She couldn't keep quiet, could she? "What on Odin's name, is that really you?", the King of the Northmen spoke as his eyes drew upon her. "What do you see in this cripple anyways?", he continued amused while stroking Ivar's hair - eyeing his youngest son and the daughter he never had, with Aslaug, sensing a strong connection between them. "All the potential that you couldn't.", she answered simply; making even the now annoyed Ivar let amusement show on his strong structured face.

"You have gotten a big, loud mouth after I've left. Where is that from?", the King of Danes stated with an intense eye contact between the two. "I was raised by your blood after all.", it taking her no effort to come back with a comment to the King. He was impressed by the young beautiful maiden, that he had seen last time as a child like his own sons; that was before his parting to Paris.

"So what do you think about my sons, huh? How are they now, all grown up?", Ragnar finally continued the conversation of some sort between them. "Decent. Depending who are we talking about.", she answered; not trying to hide the fact that she had strong opinions of which Ragnarsson was able to be a king, and who wasn't.

"Do they please you like you please them?", Ragnar asked; making a nasty remark about her being a whore, now that she was friends with most of his sons. It made Ivar's blood boil. He respected his father but not that much - she was his after all. But he knew she could handle it, and she indeed did; not letting it sink under her skin. "So you fucked my mother then?", she said back, making Hvitserk and a couple of villagers that dared to, let out a laugh - people knowing that the Lothbrok and her mother were friends indeed, only her not being Ragnar's real daughter.

She had been part of the family since Sigurd Ragnarsson had been born. Found next to her dead mother, she was kindly taken into the family by the word of Aslaug herself - making her the only so called "daughter" of Ragnar Lothbrok and Aslaug Sigurdsdottir. And now there they were; the head of the family and the so known "black sheep" standing there eye to eye, both looking like a wild animal about to attack their prey.

"You grew up just like I hoped you would, strong and intelligent - unlike my sons, so far. You didn't disappoint me.", the man himself admitted to her after a long silence with a small smile, letting his hand softly fall from her hair to stroke her cheek. "Care to offer a drink to the old man?", he noted; wanting to continue the conversation inside, without the whole village.

There was a lot of catching up to do, and the old King understood that very well, once he noticed the small bump forming under the young woman's shirt and his youngest son Ivar reaching a protective arm around her, keeping them two or soon to be three close to each other.

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When You’ve Had Enough || Ivar Ragnarsson

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"How is it going with women, Ivar? Good until they discover that your prick doesn't work?", Sigurd smirked from across the table while everyone having dinner, him obviously trying to get to his sometimes hot-headed brothers temper.

It wasn’t the first time Sigurd threw a comment like that to Ivar, and probably not the last, if the youngest Ragnarsson didn't decide to kill his brother while in fury - at least not when she was around. To them, she was an absolute Goddess. She was intelligent, powerful, strong mentally and physically, talented at what she did, and so beautiful it felt wrong to look at her for too long. She was the shieldmaiden that had brought more chaos to the Ragnarsson brothers than anyone else in a long time - they all wanted to try get her and sadly it was easier said than done, at least on most of their part.

Oh how she couldn't help it when something sparked inside of her, after hearing the nasty remark from Sigurd about his cripple of a brother. She couldn't deny that at first it was kind of entertaining to see how the brothers tried to win her over by many different methods, but today she had had enough. Maybe she decided to say something because she had developed feelings towards the cripple prince of Kattegat that owned anger issues, she didn't know, but she had to say something.

"You think that a working prick is what makes a man, Sigurd?", she asks and looks him straight in the eye, as few people give a slight chuckle after seeing the red of embarrassment rise to boys face at the end of the table, while she leans to the back of the chair to continue, "You have five siblings and you still think having sex is what's difficult and that will make you memorable in this life? To be honest I don't know if I should be more sorry for Ivar being a cripple, or that he has to sit on that chair all day long and listen to what moron of a brother he has.", she tells him and nods towards the seat where Ivar spends the most of his day.

After a long silence Sigurd has finally got a hold of himself again and gives a try to being confident after the humiliation he got from her, by opening his mouth "I'll have a wife out of you one day.", which ends up being another mistake from him tonight. "I wouldn't be with you Sigurd Ragnarsson even if I got paid.", she simply answers which makes Ivar chuckle quietly, and that owns him a death stare from the defeated Sigurd.

For the rest of the evening she didn't really say a word and neither did Ivar. A small smirk rested on the young boys lips as he quietly studied the beautiful girls face who sat couple seats in front of him, as she founds herself lost in his azure (bright blue) eyes.

"I like a woman that can keep her own..", he re-marks as he slowly pulls himself up to her bed as she opens rest her braids from the day while she waited for him to arrive - that Ivar didn't complain about because it gave him time to admire her nature that was covered by a detailed nightgown. "Come on!", Ivar tells her opening his arm to her while lifting the fur for her to snuggle under, as she kind of hesitates but gives up after a moment.

"Does this mean I won the competition between me and my brothers?", Ivar asks teasingly as she snuggles up to him, which makes her throw a punch at his chest playfully, making Ivar laugh. "I'm only kidding, frithir mi (my love).", he tells her as he pulls her into a gentle kiss that she responds to while he's holding her close, stroking her cheek.

Never did Ivar The Boneless think to find someone who wouldn't care about his disabilities, to see him as a man and as a promising leader of Kattegat in the future, but he did, and he made sure to thank the Gods that night.

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We All Fear Something || Dr. Jonathan Crane

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He had the charisma if someone did. Blue eyes colder than ice and a jawline that could cut glass. She would be lying if she said that those couple beautiful features of his wouldn’t have been what sparked her interest in the first place. Since the first time she saw Jonathan Crane walk down the blunt and boring aisles of the one and only Arkham Asylum, she was addicted. He was like a drug to her and oh boy was he pleased by that - he was going to use her, treat her like a puppet of his until he understood, he couldn’t. The feeling(s) that she gave him made him feel odd and confused, he didn’t know how to react - some days it made him want to giggle and dance, some days it made him want to rip out his hair from the scalp. For the first time in his life he really cared about someone, he cared about her truly. And it scared him, the possibility of losing the only person he cared of and that, he did not like.

The ride in the small and old elevator was quiet like usual after a long difficult day at work, but it wasn’t an awkward or a uncomfortable silence - not the kind that made you wish the ride to be over as soon as possible or for you to want to sink in to the depths of the earth, no. It was that kind of a silence that made you feel like the world would’ve stopped spinning and it made every worry that had just been in your mind disappear. That was one of those small simple moments that made everything special and worth it. She knew he felt the same when she could feel the air on her neck have a small little pause and that’s when she knew Jonathan was smiling too, and that was also a sign of him having a good day - he was keeping up with his emotions towards her, at least today. She knew it was still very new and hard for him, but she understood and gave him time - truly caring for someone was scary no matter how many times someone would go trough it.

After getting out of the funky elevator she opened the door to her small apartment and closed it after them leaving the keys and her jacket where they belonged, then the comfortable silence was finally broken. “So, how was your day?”, Jonathan surprisingly started and walked behind her setting a hand on her hip as she prepared something for them to eat before bed. “Better than I assumed it to be if I’m honest. What about yours, Dr. Crane?”, She said slightly smirking while turning to the male behind her. “Well my days a lot better now that you asked, thank you.”, He admits as a smirk is slowly forming on his face. “You know we should eat and go to bed, we both have a long day tomorrow.”, She mumbles before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips as he wraps his arms around her and presses their foreheads together. “I missed you a lot today, you know..”, He tells her and makes her laugh a little. “Are you trying to get somewhere or did you really miss me?”, She chuckles and Crane just slightly shrugs his shoulders mumbling a quiet “Both.”. “I’m going to go change - there’s orange juice in the fridge if you’d like some.”, She calls out after kissing him on the cheek and leaving his warm embrace. “In to my pajamas!”, She adds amused when seeing the small glance of “hope” in his eyes. “Gosh..”, Was all she could hear the man mumble while eating his bread after closing the bedroom door to change.

It was finally time to go to Dream Land after a long day and all she could be was pleased when she got to sink under the warm covers next to him. “The mind can only start to understand what the heart can take.”, She said to him and turned herself to face him, pulling the blanket more towards her ears. She knew it was bothering him as always, she could see it in his eyes. “It’s going to be okay Jonathan, I’m not going anywhere - just get some sleep, okay.”, She assured him and all he could do was nod and get lost into her eyes for a while. “Good night, Jonathan.”, She whispered and planted a gentle kiss on the males lips, taking a good last glance of his piercing blue eyes before getting lost into the kooky night of the Arkham City.

And so those few words kept his mind working for the rest of the night. Oh lord, he cared for her and he knew she cared for him too, but would she still after getting to know what he was really doing in the Arkham Asylum? All he wanted was to keep her safe and out of this, but.. The real question was how was he going manage that?

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Drunken Words Sober Thoughts || Thomas Shelby

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They’ve always had that something. That something special. That what only few people truly have. That what people dream of having. That what some search their whole life, but don’t find it. You can see it in the way that they look at each other. The way that they share small glances across the room, having conversations with no actual words. Every single smile, delicate or not leads other people to the conclusion that there is something more, but there isn’t. At least not for them. It is and it always will be easier, to hide your feelings than to show them. They have that something that people only dream of having.. But it’s that something that can make even a smart man blind - love.

“Don’t touch me!”, She snarled at him as the Shelby pulled the drunken woman out from The Garrison Pub into the fresh air. “You’ve had enough - I’m taking you home before you’ll do something you’re going to regret.”, Thomas muttered as he pulled her from her arm while trying to head home. “No - I’m not going to go home!”, She argued as she tried to jag herself out of Tommys grip whos patience was shortly running out after a long night. “Fine, but I am not going to come back for you!”, Thomas finally snarled after quickly pulling her close to him, showing her that he meant what he said this time - she would need to find her way back home all by herself, no matter how intoxicated she would be he wouldn’t come for rescue. All she did was stay quiet and shaked her head as she watched Tommy showing her his back.

“After all we’ve been trough, this is how you’re going to leave me Tommy?”, She yelled after the head of the Shelby family, which took his attention. “After four long fucking years of waiting, to get you back home. Writing you daily, trying to keep the last bit of sanity that was left in you. Wakin’ up in the middle of the night just to help you get over the fuckin’ stupid nightmares you saw after the war. I quit my job and started working for your business, for you and your family - helped you all as best as I could. Eventually you asked me to do bad things Tommy, you showed me what it was really like - having the Shelby stamp on ya! But I did. I did all of the bad things, only ‘cause you asked me to. Things I can never forgive myself, things that no one else can neve ever forgive me either. I sold my life to you Tommy. And this is all that I have left - a peaky hat and a soul full of sins that even God can’t forgive. No other chance in life, no other.. And this is how you’re going to leave me, turn your back on me?”, She said as calmly as possible - the most sober thoughts as words after couple days of drinking. Her eyes were full of emotions though. Showing how hurt the young woman really was, as her eyes glistened with tears in the dim light of a Birmingham night. The deep silence in the night was only errupted by her mumbling “God dammit..”, While taking her peaky hat off, as slightly shooked and speechless Thomas stared at her thinking of what to say or do.

“And then you end up falling in love with some bloody barmade of a spy! You’re a smart man Thomas, stop acting a fuckin’ fool!”, She mostly yelled to the bright blue eyed man’s face as she couldn’t keep it in anymore, her head felt like an unraveling volcano. “It has always been you, and it always will be - you know that Tommy! You always have.” , She let it out almost as a whisper to the cold midwinter night while the warm fast-flowing tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

In all honestness it broke Tommy, even more than he would’ve ever thought or liked to admit - to see her like that. The person who had been there for him always, no matter what, the person who didn’t cower away even in his darkest of times. To see that person so broken and sad, only because of him. The Shelby qently grabbed her tear stained face, whiping some of them away as pulling her close and finally pressing their lips together making both stone-cold sober. “Had I really been that blind the whole time or had I just been scared?”, He thought as he slightly chuckled into the kiss making them both smile - he knew that he was never again going to leave her, ever.

Tommy finally understood why he didn’t want anyone after the war, why he didn’t try to look for anyone - it was because of what he really needed was right there, beside him the whole time.

“Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” - J.K. Rowling

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The Man Who Remained to France || Thomas Shelby

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"… Cut out the tongues of those who talk, a three headed beast. The Peaky Blinders. It is my job to decapitate each one. By God I will do it! God help those who stand in our way." I and John mimiced the inspector Chester Campbells speech loudly, standing by the dinner table with stupid smirks on our faces - until Aunt Polly pulled us both to sit down to our seats. The room seemed to be full of discussion and small laughs, until the heavy doors of the dining area opened and the room fell silent, Tommy was back.

It was miserable, maybe even ridiculous that I couldn't look the man that I loved in the eyes anymore, - the man that I promised to be loyal to in front of the eyes of God, the man that I had sacrificed for, the man who had sacrificed for me. It was hard to see him come home in the dark of the night, usually bloodied and bruised, not willing to talk about anything to me or to his family, him not getting peace or rest even in his sleep 'cause the bloody post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms he has been having after the war - evening after evening. And if you saw him in the daylight he refused to talk to you about anything else but work, about his business. The whole house was getting sick of it, but admittedly very worried about his actions too and as his wife I saw it as my responsibility to get him to tell me what was bothering him and try to help him as best as I could, life just couldn't keep on like this forever.

We kept our eyes on him like hawks, observing his every move until he sat down to the dinner table. Everyone were anxiously waiting what would the first words from the head of the family be. "I made a written agreement with -" Thomas started until I stopped him by oppening my mouth "How 'bout we don't talk about work all the time, eh?" I suggest with a slightly annoyed tone in my voice and quickly I get a cold blue eyed stare from a cross the table. "All you talk about now days is work 'n' I'm getting sick of it, I believe we all are -" I still continue, but get interrupted by a high pitched screeching from the chairs feet as Thomas stands up with his eyes madly leering at me.

Thomas has never been a man for sharing information about his relationships, especially not about the problems if there were any. I know how it irritates him, starting an argument in front of the whole Shelby family and usually I wasn't a fan of that either, but this time I didn't mind 'cause this wasn't only about us - it effected all of us under this roof and it had to get to an end. "You have to tell us what's wrong.", I say to Tommy who is clearly trying to keep his temper and not to say anything stupid - that was one of the things that had changed in these couple of months too, Tommy usually never lost his patient complitely but now he might have a huge tantrum out of a sudden in the middle of the night for nothing, or during the day because of the littlest things.

"Get upstairs.", his voice almost rumbled in the room, but I still did't move an inch like I'm not even supposed to, I'm a Shelby woman after all. "Now!", Tommy raised his voice as he janked me by my arm towards our room upstairs. "Don't fuckin' touch me!", I muttered and yanked my arm out of his decently tight grip as he closed the bedroom door. I could only tell by the way his chest moved and jaw stiffened that oh boy he was getting mad. "I will touch my wife as much as I want.", he retorted and gripped my arm like he did a moment ago. I was getting tired of the arguing and all the other bullshit that has been going on lately. "Stop shuttin' me out Tommy!", I raised my voice that most likely others downstairs could hear it too. " I'm really fuckin' tired of all of this, and I'm sure you are too - I'm only trying to help you!", I told him as I looked him in the eye and now I could finally see on his face that how tired he really was. "I'm a broken man, my love", he sighed and slowly let his hand slide down to mine. "I know love, I know - we can't get everything back together 'cause what happened in France, but we can do our best, you just have to let us help you. You've done so much for all of us and now it's our time to help you instead, ok?", I qently talked to him in a calm voice as our foreheads were pressed together and I gently stroked his hair. Eventually Tommy sighed and slowly nodded - showing that he agreed on what I just suggested to him. "I'm so glad that I have you", Tommy whispered which brought a small smile to my face, as our lips gently pressed together. God I've missed him.

We both knew that the journey to Tommy healing would be a long and a difficult one, and that we will never get that exact same man back that left to war years ago, but the thing was that it was possible.

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