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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Brother': New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Brother"

"You need to stay strong...a warrior believing in our Greater Russia..."

Chapter Summary: The investigation at Peter's place put Yirina's mood in a bad way, impossible to express how she feels to Park and to talk to her, now trying to forgive herself about that and just trying to forget things...

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What I saw inside Peter's apartment didn't actually give me a better mood from earlier today, acting a bit different than I usually am and finding myself rude at some point with Park when she was forgiving herself to me again for what she did. Peter was leading his own investigation against the Collective and hidden from the MI6 sight and I found out that even to him, I couldn't be fully trusted because of my past of having been 'Perseus child' and that, I should have known that even some people around me could still not see me as an ally because of what happened.

I came back to the car alone, wanting to have some relief and trying to think about myself as some cars were arriving on the street picking my curiosity and preparing my M1911 in the case of a surprise, ready to open fire before realizing that it was just the MI6 cleaning crew that was coming after Park made her call to them, me staying in the car as a witness of the scene while Park was supervising that part outside, guiding the others who were transporting card boxes outside to their car's trunks...all of Peter's work landing right into the MI6 hands and it was a lot at seeing those filled up boxes in their hands.

Once that this little cleaning was done in more than 20 minutes, the agents left the place, Park going back to the car to drive away and return to Century House for the car and then, walking back to the apartment but during those moments, I didn't move my lips once to start a discussion or to respond to Park who was trying on her own to do so with me, wanting to talk about things that weren't linked to what she did and our pasts but even with that happening, my lips stayed sealed during the drive and our walk back to the apartment until arriving in our bedroom.

Undressing and removing myself from the clothes I took with me as Park was looking sad, still trying to talk to me but nothing wanted to come out, not a goddamn word would be wanted to escape from my mouth despite that I would have like to do it, my mood wasn't just allowing me that to happen as it just wanted me to lay down on that bed in front of me and that's what I did, doing it without saying a word and looking away from Park, blank stare at the wall on my side of the bed.

Deep inside of me, I was feeling so bad for leaving Park without telling her what was wrong with me...everything was wrong, it was easy to think & guess but saying was harder...always been harder. To try to forgive me to her for this, I managed to turn around on the bed to look at her uncovered back, seeing those scars from her days in prison and the only thing I could do...was a cuddle with my arms, wrapping them around her and her reaction...I didn't want to know what she was going to think about it as I shut my eyes, drifting into sleep.

Two knocks...two knocks were the first things I could hear when I found myself standing upright in front of Zasha's apartment door in Moscow, dressed in my civilian's clothes: a dark green denim jacket, a black buttoned shirt, grey fingerless gloves blue jeans, and a pair of black boots, going over the bottom of my jeans. I was looking a bit worried about something I couldn't know before I starts to hear some footsteps coming through the door before it opened slowly but not entirely.

"Oh," I heard someone gasp at my sight before I could see Dedov behind the door, his body covering the space between the door and its frame. "That's...that's you, Yirina," He said, a little smile on his face.

"Hey, Dedov," I waved at him with my left hand, smiling too. "Is there Zasha here?" I asked him, trying to look inside but it was impossible as Dedov was on the way.

"Zeze?" I nodded at him. "No, they aren't here, they left to have a date with Portnova," He replied at me, his hands getting on the door.

"Oh okay, I thought that they will be here," I said, sounding a bit confused about it, scratching my right arm with my left hand.

"Well, that wasn't planned but the two didn't see each other since you & them...you know, left for your job in...Solovetsky, right?" He demanded, sounding curious.

"Yeah, it was more complicated than we thought and our work didn't allow us to make personal calls," I responded, my left hand crossing along my upper body to join the back of my head, scratching it. "I'm sorry about this," I apologized.

"No worries, it's okay if it was for your job," He exclaimed, accepting my apologies before a little weird silence got itself between the two of us as if it was impossible to find something to talk about.

"Uhm, since that Zasha isn't here...I guess that..."

"Oh no, you can come in," Dedov offered, getting the door open for me before leaning on the ground to catch the little Beans that was going for a run outside. "As for you, you can't come out, I told you that," He said, pointing at the cat who meowed at him, sounding a bit not understanding why she wasn't allowed to leave the place.

"Oww," I moaned at this scene, seeing Beans' eyes going into a cute mood focused on Dedov. "That's so cute," I affirmed, grinning as Dedov got Beans in his arms, holding her like a baby and giving her cuddles.

"Come in, I insist," Dedov insisted, gesturing at me to enter the apartment and seeing that there was nothing that was going to make me occupied, I decided to agree on his proposal and stepped inside the apartment. "You maybe want something? Tea? Coffee?"

"No, I wouldn't want to steal from Zasha's coffee reserves," I scoffed, him closing the door behind me while still holding Beans in his left arm before he laughed about it.

"Got lucky that the reserves didn't go down during the days you weren't here...well, until now," He added, releasing a friendly laugh at that remark from him. "The first thing they did when they come back after hugging me was to take one coffee...no, two...or three,"

"Put the blame on the coffee machines back at Solovetsky," I proclaimed, moving with him to the living room who was well cleaned up, a little TV turned on. "Coffee over there was awful, had to spit it multiples times, that's explaining why Zasha needed some...necessary caffeine in them," I continued, taking a breath as I walk next to the couch.

"I'm pretty sure that right now, they're arguing with Portnova about having another cup of coffee during their date," Dedov presumed, arriving in the room after me as he was just closing a door from the hallway leading to the living room.

"Them & their coffee," I muttered, rolling my eyes around before deciding to get sit on the couch.

"Go on, Beans, I'm letting you go," Dedov whispered as he leaned down to let Beans go back on the ground on her paws, directly taking the direction of the kitchen. "To say, it's nice to have an animal with me,"

"Sounds nice, shame that I didn't have the same luck on that part," I expressed, putting my hands on my lap, Dedov turning around to me with a curious face. "I can't have any animals with me at my apartment and because of a lot of things,"

"Why that?" He asked, starting to move towards a seat near the main couch. "Is this because you're not allowed to have animals in the place you're living?" I nodded.

"That but also because I can't let a little cat or puppy alone at my place while I'm away, my position isn't really helping me," I started, staying positive in my voice and gestures, feeling a bit sad to talk about it to him. "And also because I would have trouble to take care of an animal,"

"Like, you need someone else with you for that or...you want to have one but your current life isn't helping?" He guessed, me nodding at the second part of his question.

"Freya is there...well, not always here but our lives aren't allowing us to do that and even, I have to convince Freya about having either a cat or a puppy," I fully answered, my fingers tapping over my legs in a slow pace. "She's like me but she doesn't see the interest of having an animal with us, you know?" I added. "I don't want to force her much about this,"

"I understand," Dedov agreed, us both getting on the same line of thinking about that subject as he got himself comfy on his seat. "You know, I never thought that Freya was Norwegian, her name wasn't sounding very Russian to me," He commented.

"Yes, she is, Norwegian at heart," I smiled, just by thinking about it. "Even if she's been working with Perseus since we're been raised together by him, she's a patriot, she doesn't want to see Scandinavia getting caught in the Cold War," I continued, giving a part of the vision on her actually.

"I see, seems normal," Dedov simply told, his face telling that talking about Freya wasn't in fact the best idea of the moment, maybe thinking that he wouldn't want to have her name pronounced. "To change, why...Uhm...why did you want to see Zasha?" They asked me, turning his head to perceive Beans coming from the kitchen and in my direction.

"To give them..." I moved my right arm to reach the inside of my jacket, grabbing a sort of white envelope in my hand. "To give to you two some money," I revealed, handing over the envelope to him.

"Uhm..." He was looking a bit hesitating to take it in his hands before he resigned himself to do so. "Why?" He asked, starting to open the envelope to see the money inside.

"Money isn't my reason to live and if I can secure better tomorrows for you & Zasha, I will," I admitted, joining my hands together while Beans was starting to caress herself along my feet. "I don't need too many things to live with,"

"Like...why you don't try to pleasure yourself?" He demanded, putting the envelope on the little brown table that was separating us, the sounds of the Soviet National Anthem emitting from the TV in a low tone. "I'm not saying that you shouldn't do this but...why you don't try to...you know what I mean..."

"I'm not a person that wants to show what she did, I just want to have a normal life," I replied, feeling Beans around my legs and prompting me to take her over my lap as she was insistent to get petted by me. "I can understand that my actions aren't the best for me, you ain't the only one who told me that: Freya, Perseus & even Zasha at some time," I added, gesturing with my left fingers for counting while my right hand was stroking Beans' head. "I know that I should profit from my life but can I really enjoy it when the person I'm working with is a terrorist?"

"I...I don't know," He said, having no answer to it as I thought, he couldn't tell me how. "Me, I know that living here in Moscow isn't the thing I want to do for the rest of my life," He proclaimed, Beans moving her head towards him. "I want to go to Yale, Havard or better, Oxford," He told me.

"Western Universities?" He nodded at me.

"Hard to say but that's my dream," He claimed, smiling. "Zeze wants the 'best for their brother' as they sometimes said to Portnova but about that, it's a bit hard to make it true," He confessed, staying silent to listen to him. "What do you think about it?" He asked.

"I'm not the one to ask about something like this but yeah, I hope that you'll live your dream," I responded, trying to give my best opinion on the surprise question he asked me.. "Don't worry, Dedov, we'll find a solution for that," I said with a little smile to him before I looked at Beans, still caressing the top of her head as she was laid down on my lap.

"What do you think about it, our little Beans?"

I tried to not think about what was Park's reaction when my arms wrapped around her to give her cuddles to forgive myself but when I slowly opened my eyes in her direction, I was already feeling that something was wrong...my arms were both against the bed, wrapped around just nothing, my brain taking seconds to realize that Park wasn't here in the bed with me and in the seconds I realized that I was mixed between getting panicked or not...maybe that she was already prepared and taking breakfast, the time saying 8:24 AM.

Panic, not panic, panic, not panic...that's what I thought, and honestly, I shouldn't be panicking for that. So, after a bit of calming myself down a bit, I got up from the bed to get inside my clothes, using the same one I used last night when we had to move away in an emergency. Thinking about that while putting on my jeans was making me wonder how Zasha & Portnova will take the news, the bad having happened: Peter was missing and may be dead while Sarah was abducted by Perseus.

With a big deep breath once I put my light green jacket around me that I walk to open the door, getting out of the room to join up the others in the dining room but then...as I moved to the room and entering it, there was only Zasha present at the table with only their side of the table filled with cutlery and food as the other place were empty.

"Uhm...are you alone?" I asked them, looking around the room and to the living room part behind me, having seen no one except them here. "Where's Park? Portnova?"

"Portnova is still sleeping, she got a bad dream and I had to give her some water at 4 AM," They replied at first, sounding a bit low in their voice. "Very bad dream," They added.

"And...and Park?" I continued, my voice breaking down for that but also for hearing about Portnova, seeing that memory when I talked with her alone near the Moskova.

"You should sit down, okay?" Zasha proposed. "Have breakfast, will you?"

"Where's Park, Zasha?" I demanded, insisting on it despite their pleas before they moved away from their chair to face me.

"She's...she left earlier," They revealed, looking impossible for them to look at me in the eyes. "I tried to convince her to wait for you but she said that she got a call from the MI6, had to go before us," They added to their response, making me think that she probably didn't like my attitude with her last night.

"Shit, fuck," I cursed, shaking my head about that. "I'm going in too now," I said, starting to move to get to the front door before Zasha stepped in front of me.

"Yirina, you need to take breakfast and..." They started, moving their hands above my shoulders, wanting to say something else than this but..."Just sit down and eat something, would you?" They demanded at me, our eyes meeting again and pleading with mine.

"Fine," I sighed in a bad mood, turning around to walk towards the seat I'm always using, Zasha staying at their spot. "Did...did she told you about..." I sit on the chair, looking at them.

"Peter & Sarah?" They guessed, nodding at me. "Yeah, she did...fucking bad to hear that," They moved away to go back to their seat, my eyes crossing around the food they were having near them. "I just can't believe it,"

"I'm sorry," I apologized, my hands getting on the top of the table before crossing my arms. "Did you know if the two had families?" I asked them

"No, the two were mostly discreet in their personal lives, Peter was the one doing it the most," They responded, making me do a silent sigh away from them by looking down at my lap. "Even if we know each other since I became an MI6 agent, the two weren't willing to talk about them," They continued, crossing their arms like me.

"I'm sorry about having to make you learn that, Zed," I apologized again, tapping my fingers on my arms at a slow & silent pace, a silence coming between us that someone needed to break. "Uhm...I've got two memories back last night, you...do you want to know?" I changed the subject for the moment, unsure if the subject I chose was better.

"Tell," They simply said.

"The first one was talking with Portnova along the Moskova, only with her," I started, concentrating myself to remember it well. "She was scared about how things were happening days after...Dedov left," I added, seeing them froze in place at hearing their brother's name. "That's the first time I saw her cry in tears, it was troubling,"

"I know...she's never like that," Zasha exclaimed, their voice sadder than ever at saying it.

"The second one....it's Dedov," I admitted, thinking that I shouldn't be talking of Dedov with Zasha, knowing the current state of Dedov now. "We talked about you, things and...yeah, we talked," I breathed, stopping myself in my words, looking at Zasha who was saddened of hearing more & more about Dedov, remembering the moment I told them of Dedov's state. "My night was hard to live, things are still shitty, I didn't talk to Park at all since we left Peter's place and I'm feeling bad about a lot of things, a fucking lot," I said, holding back my tears inside of me and moving my arms on my lap.

"You don't need to..."

"Feel bad? Why shouldn't I be good?" I asked them, cutting them straight in their words. "No, I can't, I'm just trying my best to not convince myself to end the misery that I call my life," I told them like that, going up from my seat, without having eaten anything. "I want to save Dedov, to make Park & everyone happy and that we can destroy Perseus but my life is just getting resumed at reliving almost each night something that is saying that my life is filled with trauma, I'm going to live with that for months, even years," I raised up my voice as I moved to the front door, Zasha this time doing nothing to stop me.

"Yirina, I...you don't need to feel bad," They insisted, finishing their sentences that they couldn't finish. "I know the pain you're facing with...that brainwashing bullshit, we're all here for you,"

"Yeah but...I can't feel myself alone and each day, I'm getting lonely inside myself, discovering about who was 'Yirina Grigoriev' before she was left for dead on an airstrip in Turkey," I muttered, putting my hands on the front door handle to open it. "I'm holding my promises, don't worry, Zasha," I then opened the door, ready to leave for Century House before I turned around to look at them, a look of sadness on our both faces...

"I'm trying my best but I'm holding my promises to everyone,"

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cw #call of duty cold war #cod #call of duty #cod bell #black ops cold war #fem!bell #yirina grigoriev #helen park #bell x park

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painterofhorizons · 3 years

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5, 6, 18, 24 and 30 please :D Because I just love Tonks! ❤️

It took me a while to find the meme this belongs to (because it is the probably ONLY meme I did not tag as meme, duh), but as you want some Tonks lets give you some Tonks. :D

5. What kind of clothes is your oc most comfortable wearing?

Anything comfortable. He will just wear jeans and t-shirts and longsleeves without caring much about it - cloths are cloths are things to fulfill a need, but he doesn't care much about it. I mean, the club isn't a place where what you wear actually matters, also Tonks being a mechanic has him wear practical cloths that can actually become dirty most of the time. Dude just doesn't care much.

If he ever has a day where he tries to care abou what he puts on? He really likes rockabilly style fashion! So him "dressing up" will be something like here. Sure, it's cliche, he's a mechanic and a biker and likes rockabilly, but it's what he feels comfortable with.

6. What kind of clothes is your oc least comfortable wearing?

Anything that needs him to really dress up. Like, formal clothings. But it's less the cloths and more the social situations that he dislikes where he would need to wear such stuff. Also, he is just too muscular to find something well fitting. And suits and formal wear just feels very un-Tonks to him and makes him uncomfortable. Luckily, he doesn't get into situations often that require him to wear such things, and 80% of those situations that would require him to wear formal, he would still be stubborn enough to come in his own normal cloths or his cut-off.

18. How does your oc see themself? How does this compare to the way other ocs see them?

Tonks has a pretty solid and clear, neutral image of himself. He knows who he is, where he comes from and who he tries to be. He knows his good and bad character traits. He's pretty self-confident.

That being said, there are parts of himself that don't believe any of it. With a background of emotional and sexual abuse in his childhood and his own parents telling him that he was nothing and nothing but a problem, he can never shake that off completely. He tries hard to forget those voices, and he KNOWS better, and he's working hard on relying on himself and people around him because he knows his parents are wrong. But there's part of him that just doesn't feel that all of the time. So he does have his dark times of feeling that he's pretty much a worthless piece of sh*t.

Most of the times though he's pretty rational and self-confident. At first in spite, and over the years because he KNOWS he's a good guy.

The people around him clearly see him as the chaotic, annoying, loud, loveable, wonderful person that he is. Bae deserves all the love.

24. What is one thing that, no matter who it’s coming from, would anger your oc?

Oh dear. People he love talking bullshit about themselves. Otherwise he is not someone who you can easily anger, but when he notices that someone he has a high opinion on for reasons, when those people belittle themselves and talk bad about themselves? Beware. Tonks will beat reason into them, so to say. Tonks can't stand people he loves talking bad about themselves. Like, it REALLY makes him angry. Sometimes he even yells at them for it. How dare someone he KNOWS is a great human being talk bad about themself?

30. Tell a random fact about this oc!

Tonks took an art class at a community college.

He has a collection of cute cat videos saved on his phone.

He uses gifs in messenger apps A LOT. Murph is very annoyed because of that. Tonks spams him with even more gifs in return.

He has named every single plant at the club. He also talks to them. (Guy needs to entertain himself when he's doing night shifts and no one is around.)

When he's bored at night he does puzzles.

He really wants to go to Scandinavia or Iceland and see northern lights one day. He's afraid of flying though. Problematic. Across the states he never flies but takes the bike or bus if he needs to. He'll sit in a bus for 24h if he doesn't have to fly instead.

#fic talk: spiegelbilder #tonks #sheeplessthings #all the little facts about our beloves sunny boy

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alexhogh7137 · 4 years

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Rule The World with Me-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Thirty-Three is here...

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Shield Maiden

Word Count 1,479

Warnings: none to write down..

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3 Weeks Later…

Ubbe and Torvi are coming to visit Baldur today and you cannot be more excited. You have been cleaning your home all morning long, making Ivar laugh at your efforts to impress his brother and sister-in-law.

"Don't laugh, I want to make it nice."

Ivar "I am not laughing in a mean way, my love. It is just so adorable to see you like this."

"Like what exactly?"

Ivar "All excited and happy but frantic all at once. I find it adorable." You can't help but melt at his response.

"Thank you my love. They'll be here soon, yes?"

Ivar "Yes, I'll go change Baldur before they get here." You nod and get back to cleaning. Having a baby makes things a lot messier than what they used to be but you can't complain, Baldur is an absolute blessing and he is your entire world.

Hvitserk walks in from his chambers, his hair dampened from his shower and his braids are sloppy from doing them quickly. You try not to laugh but it comes out just a small bit. He bends down to you and smirks.

Hvitserk "What are you laughing at, huh?"

"Oh nothing! Just your braids.."

Hvitserk "What is wrong with my hair?"

"It's just a little sloppy, it's cute though!" He laughs and starts to undo them.

Hvitserk "Then will you help me please?" You agree and braid his long blonde hair with ease. You swear to yourself that you are the queen of braiding hair.

"All done, brother."

Hvitserk "Thank you Y/n, you're too kind."

"No, just the right amount of kind. And I love you, if you were a stranger I wouldn't have done it."

Hvitserk "Fair enough, and I love you too."

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The whole time Ubbe and Torvi are here, Ubbe seems very off. He can't sit still and he can't stop fidgeting. He smiles but then it quickly fades, like something is on his mind that is eating at him. Ivar notices as well and looks at Hvitserk for confirmation which he gets.

Ivar "What is it with you today brother, huh?"

Ubbe "What are you talking about?"

Ivar "You have been very quiet and frankly I don't like it. This is your first time meeting my son and you act like this."

Torvi "He doesn't mean to, Ivar. It's just.."

Hvitserk "Just what?"

Ubbe "It is Lagertha." Ivar immediately grabs the edge of his seat and squeezes down harshly. "She found out about Bjorn's death, Ivar. She knows that you killed him and Hvitserk is now ruling by my side."

"How did she find out? I thought that she was on a farmland, far away from Kattegat!"

Ubbe "Someone who was loyal to Bjorn must have sent news to her that he did not return."

Ivar "What are you saying, Ubbe?"

Ubbe looks down at Baldur who is in his brother's arms, with a smile on his face and takes a deep breath. "She came back to Kattegat, brother's. She told me that she is seeking revenge for the death of her son."

Hvitserk "So.."

Torvi "She will arrive here soon. I don't know how long you have...but she warned us."

Ivar "And what exactly was that warning Torvi, hmm?"

Torvi "She will kill you for killing her son. And if she comes back to Kattegat without getting revenge, she will go after Ubbe for knowing about the events that took place that day." Ivar chuckles a little bit but it is out of anger and disbelief. Why do the gods let this happen? Why is this happening? Every time things start to feel normal and be peaceful, a new threat appears. He cannot blame her however, that was her son that she loved very much. Her only family member that she had left. Hvitserk looks like he is going to be sick at the table. You on the other hand, are absolutely furious. You have a baby that is not even two months old and a new war is about to occur.

Hvitserk "This cannot be happening."

Ubbe "Sadly, brother it is. I tried to reason with her but she is Lagertha after all."

Ivar "I have sworn on my arm ring, to kill this murderous bitch for killing our mother. And now she wants to take me away from my son...my wife," he looks over at you and his anger turns to softness, "I will kill her."

"Ivar, I am fighting."

Torvi "You have Baldur-"

"And you have four children Torvi! You still fight when battles come your way, I will not back down from this."

Hvitserk gets up from the table and runs to his chambers. Ubbe shakes his head from the events that are taking place.

Ivar "You know, this was supposed to be a joyous occasion Ubbe. A day where we focus on love and happiness and now you come here and tell me of a new threat."

Ubbe "I didn't want to tell you today Ivar, I was going to tell you tomorrow but you noticed-"

Ivar "Of course I noticed, you are my brother!" His loud voice startled Baldur and made him start to cry. You can see the look of pure defeat in your husband's arms.

"Here, I'll take him. Come here little one. No need to cry, daddy is just upset right now shh shhh." You walk off into your chambers to try and calm your son down.

Ivar "I...will destroy that woman."

Ubbe "I have come to like her, brother but not now."

Ivar "Oh really? Now all of a sudden you don't like her anymore? Huh?"

Ubbe "I told her that you are now a father.."

Torvi "She laughed in his face, Ivar."

Ubbe "She said to me, more of a reason to kill him...or his queen and take away everything that he has taken away from me."

Ivar bangs his hand on the table, alarming Messiah.

Ivar "I had every reason to kill her bastard of a son! He took everything away from me! Banished me from my home, our brother away from our home! Of course I was going to kill him! She killed our mother Ubbe!"

Ubbe "I know, Ivar. I know. I will fight by your side, brother. I swear it."

Torvi "I am not fighting. Regardless of you two's thoughts of her, I have grown very close to Lagertha and I choose not to fight her."

Ivar "Very well. If you'll excuse me, I have to go check on my wife and son."

��.

Ivar knocks on the door and you allow him in. He sits down beside you as you rock your son.

Ivar "I am sorry for shouting."

"It's alright. You have every reason too."

Ivar "I will kill her Y/n."

"I know that you will. I am not worried."

Ivar "Why will you fight? This isn't your battle?"

"On the contrary. I heard what Ubbe said, Ivar. If she wants me then I will show her who I am."

Ivar "She is the strongest shield maiden in all of Scandinavia.."

"And I am the strongest shield maiden in all of Russia."

Ivar "Just promise me something."

"What?"

Ivar "Will you promise me that I will see you when the battle is won?"

"I promise."

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Hvitserk is beside himself. He cannot believe that the gods would allow this big of a threat to come their way. You feel the need to find Hvitserk and try to talk to him, along with Ivar. Once you put Baldur down for his nap in his bassinet, you make your way to find him.

You find Hvitserk laying belly down on his bed. "Hey.."

Hvitserk "Hey."

Ivar "Don't cry, dear brother. No need to cry when we know that we will win."

Hvitserk "We are up against Lagertha Ivar-"

Ivar "And we beat her before Hvitserk. Her army retreated!"

Hvitserk just nods and puts his head down.

"Why are you so sad?"

Hvitserk "Because you said that you are fighting."

"I am Hvitserk. I am not turning my back away from this war. Not this time."

Hvitserk "But Baldur needs you."

"And he will have me. He will have his father and his godfather. Don't give in to her."

Ivar "She is weak now, brother. She may have a reputation when she was younger but those days are long gone." He smirks and nudges his brother's shoulder.

Hvitserk "I guess you are right."

Ivar "I know that I am right."

"Will you stop crying now? Do you see me crying?"

Hvitserk "No."

"And my life is on the line and I am not crying because I am confident enough with my army and my skills to win this war."

Hvitserk "Yes, queen Y/n."

Ivar "My strong warrior...so badass."

"You love me."

Ivar "I do."

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(That is right...Lagertha is coming into the mix😈)

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