summary: you were born with an extraordinary gift that led you to an injured prince in need, who’s stubborn and cruel but your duty always comes first
warnings: blasphemy (aka mention of Odin)
You lived in the woods but not by preference, you were banned or so told the others, the men and women dreaded you, but you paid them no attention, you had higher purpose that they could never understand, you were guided by Odin, father of all gods, the god of enlightenment, he’d show you the way and help you understand things beyond their understanding.
It started when you were young, you stood in the middle of the market ground and cried, not for something that happened, but for what will happen, hours later, Ragnar Lothbrok blood eagled Jarl Borg, and ever since then similar events kept frequenting you until the villagers decided that you were descendant from Loki and that you must be isolated.
Your family abandoned the city, escaping from their disturbing words and dagger stares, you took shelter in the woodlands, where you can’t be bothered by anyone, you rarely visited the center, unless Odin requests you to do so.
That’s how you found yourself in the main hall, sitting on a table of your own, you ate what they offered and looked around “Odin, I know you wouldn’t ask me to be here unless it’s important, show my the way father, show me the way” you muttered as you talked to your god, while everyone else thought you were madly talking to yourself, perhaps they are right, possibly, not everything is explainable.
You eyed the Ragnarssons and that was the only table you were able to focus on ever since, the boys murmured among themselves, but that didn’t bother you, you just felt right when you looked at them, Odin was giving you a clue.
You saw the youngest Ivar, getting taunted by his brother Sigurd, who was talking rudely about how vulnerable his cripple brother is, how he can’t even walk, the most simplistic thing anyone could do, how he’s nothing but a spoiled mama boy, Ivar’s face you couldn’t see, but hearing your own blood saying that about you, definitely was enough to start a raging fire inside of you.
What happened next was what explained what Odin wanted, Sigurd choked on his own spit, he almost died but he didn’t, at first, Ivar seemed indifferent, then he was genuinely worried about his brother, that’s when the blond was saved, you knew it instantly, Ivar was favored by the gods, and your task involves him indeed, you also knew, his rage will end Sigurd’s life, your senses were never wrong.
You discerned Ivar snaking his way out of the hall, you followed, you felt everyone’s eyes on you, looking at you as if you were wicked news “go away” he yelled as he kept moving forward “I can’t” you answered “our destinies are crossing” you followed, he stopped when he reached the small cabin he was living in and opened the door “no they’re not” he got inside then slammed the door in your face.
You breathed then looked at the lock, Odin showed you how to unlock it, it was certain now, he wanted you there, so you did, you entered and found Ivar, laying on the floor, wailing of pain “go away” he cried at you but you ignored him entirely, instead, you closed the door behind and started a flame in his fireplace “what are you doing sorceress?” he demanded “it’s the cold that’s making your legs hurt, trust me Ivar the boneless, I’m here to help” you swore to him.
You drew a chair and put it in front of the fire, and a container as well, you headed back to Ivar and tried to help him move but he refused, he barely crawled halfway before squealing of pain, you sighed and transported the man, then seated him on the chair, lifting his legs on the chest “am I dying? Is that’s why you’re here? To take my soul to Valhalla?” he grumbled as you loosened the straps around his legs “I’m not an angel of death Ivar” you declared.
Your hands scanned his dysfunctioning legs until you found the source of the pain, he’d cut them while crawling very deeply, you sighed and undid his pants, he protested, but you disregarded him, you didn’t care about what he wanted, you only cared about why Odin sent you “what are you doing?” he commanded.
“I’m stopping the pain, treating the wound,” you said as you cleaned the bloody cut “you didn’t feel this?” you asked curiously, he shook his head no “among all the other pain I feel, this was nothing” he replied as he watched you, you burned the infected areas and cleaned them again with alcohol, then you covered the wound with a clean piece of cloth to make sure it won’t get infected again “well, it could’ve killed you,” you said and gazed at the man, who’s hands were hiding his private area, you giggled a little “don’t worry, I’m not interested in anything but fulfilling my duty”
You got up and headed to his bed, grabbing the fur on it, he watched you questioning every move you’re making, waiting for a disaster to fall upon him, you covered him and made sure he was warm enough especially his legs “cold makes bones hurt, you should stay warm, do you have any herbs for the pain?” you asked, he nodded “on the nightstand, the healer said to boil them and drink the water” he mumbled and that’s what you did.
You handed him a horn of the boiled water and he supped it, eyeing you “why are you here?” he wondered “I’m here because Odin wanted me here” you replied with confidence and the sweetest smile “Odin? The god, he talks to you?” he asked, now more engaged “not necessarily, he shows me signs, and I follow them, and this time, he led me to you, you are favored by gods Ivar Ragnarsson” you noted, he nodded “they say father is descendant of Odin himself” you giggled “perhaps, or perhaps it’s you who Odin sees as a son, either way, he wanted you alive”
“You only show up if a bad thing happens, I’ve heard the people say it, what is it that will happen to me?”
“I don’t know, as I said, I only know what I’m allowed to know, nothing less, nothing more”
“Gods no! I’m simply a woman with a gift! Witches are united to Loki, while I’m united to Odin, I see him in my sleep, he tells me what to do sometimes, other times he shows me”
“How can you be certain it’s Odin? Perhaps it’s Loki in his form, he’s tricky”
“I have faith my prince, although I must admit, I didn’t take you as a skeptic, I thought you of all people would understand”
You stood up and planted a kiss on his cheek “perhaps our paths will meet again my boneless prince” you whispered in his ears “what’s this supposed to mean?” Ivar demanded but it was too late, you’ve already made your way to the door, you already left his cabin, leaving him yelling and pleading for you to return but you knew, returning was vain, you did what Odin wanted you to do, now it was time for a new duty, a new calling.
tags: @youbloodymadgenius
