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"Yes." Ivar agreed with a breathy word. "Yes it does." His fingers slowly grazed over her skin. Their embrace falling away as the two of them slowly returned to the fire, Orest shaking his head. "Don't feel too bad about it, my father was an exile. Started taking me hunting when I was five."...

"Bah! I just went for something more...unique!" Orest said, shaking his head. Though from the tone of his voice it was clear there was no bitterness to losing the competition. It was better to have a full meal, and something to spare, than have to do this again tomorrow night. Ivar only...

"I have absolutely no blasted idea, lass!" The hulk of a northman said with a cackling laugh. Orren seemed in an almost constant state of amusement, a bright smile nearly permanently fixed on his face. He swept forward, sitting himself down on a small log and pulling free a knife from his belt...

A loud crack snapped within the forest, the breaking of a branch which seemed to echo out almost thunderously behind Willa. "Ach! Fucken' rotten' trees." Oren's voice echoed out just a few seconds after the sound. When Willa turned she would see the giant of a Northman stalking through the...

Ivar frowned for a moment, but slowly nodded his head. "If that's what you want." He would never force a decision on her. Not this one or any other. When they had met she had been shattered, broken. Now the pieces were slowly coming back together. Ivar knew that pushing her would be no help...

Ivar's smile faltered for a brief moment, fingers drawing closed to a fist. He was a berserker, a thing of rage, anger. He could sunder regiments, terrify fire giants, but this...this wasn't something he was used to. Lips thinned, and slowly he stepped forward. Not a single word passed from...

Ivar smiled as he squatted besides her. "Why?" He asked, his voice utterly serious. "You're of the north, just like us." In truth, he was not entirely sure how Orest had grown up, but that didn't matter much. The man wasn't from Kjos, but the free cities were close enough that lives roiled in...

Orest was the first one to answer. "Aye, my stomach's been rattling like a Grossmir in heat." Ivar slowly looked over towards their new friend, cocking his head as the man conjured an image of one of the giant boars of the tundra. Lips thinned for a brief moment in displeasure at the thought...

Ivar rode alongside Willa with an odd level of contentment. He was a hunted man. A bounty lay on his head and for all he knew half the world wanted him dead. Yet for some reason he felt more confident in their trip than ever before. He wore an easy smile on his face, fingers loose on the reins...

Ivar smiled. "Aye, he's okay. A few bumps and bruises but..." He shrugged. Orest was a northmen. It would take more than a few broken bones to put them down for a long. A smile flickered over his features as Willa suggested taking the man with them. "You're reading my mind." The Berserker had...

Ivar frowned. "I know." Truth was, he was tired too. His whole life he had been an exile, an outsider, and he was...he was simply tired of carrying that weight. With Willa he felt as though he had finally found a home. Finally found a place that he wanted to be; at her side. Nowhere else. Yet...

"I don't know." Ivar said softly. A large hand flickered up, surprisingly gentle as it stroked through Willa's hair. A sense of urgency clung to him, but not fear, not worry. He wanted to protect her. Wanted to make sure that she was safe. That was all that mattered to him now. The Berserker...

The sound of a slamming fist, a sharp yell, and then terse questions followed Willa as she rushed up the stairs. It was easy to get angry. Easy to embrace the rage that simmered within his chest. These men could have hurt Willa, they could have dragged them back to that darkness. It wasn't...

"Fuck if I know, darlin. I just put the fuckers down." Ivar looked at the unconscious and half broken men, a frown flickering over his features. He jerked slightly as one of them slowly rolled over, pulling onto his back with a sputtering cough. "Shit." He swore as he stepped over towards him...

Ivar had absolutely no idea what the fuck had happened. Briefly he recalled the sound of bootsteps, the noise below that he had pulled away from when Willa had dragged him into the present. At the time it had seemed the...no, it had been the best option. Even now he felt not an ounce of regret...