Hi! I'm Mel and I'm absolutely 18+ and I would like my readers to be too, so please make sure you are!
Master List
My master list is short, but growing! Asks and DM's are always welcome!
Hi there, I'm glad you made it here and I hope you'll enjoy my writing!
All my writing is 18+ so make sure you are.
I love talking about my fics (who doesn't?) so asks and DM's, comments and reblogs are always welcome.
Play silly games, win no prizes: How Well Do You Know Your Pedro Boys?
Need recommendations for long fics? Here is a list of recommendations that will get you through long travel hours or just a dull evening: Long fic recs
I crosspost on Ao3
Enjoy!
Master List
Current fic:
My current, on-going, long fic: Fate Unbound
Pedro Pascal characters:
(more below the cut)
A Baker's Dozen - Series Master List
(featuring pretty much all of the Pedro boys)
Din Djarin (The Mandalorian
The Exiled Heart - Series Master List (complete)
short little drabble about Din and his faulty armour
Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)
First Taste (complete)
Frankie Morales x mbf!Reader
Almost; Always (complete)
Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia
Big Sky Country - Series Master List
Work in progress
The Pilot and his girl - Series Master List
TLoU/TF cross over - Completed. Long, full of fluff, angst and smut. Frankie x Reader)
Drabbles featuring Frankie
The Blind Date - A short, fluffy one shot about that one time your friend Benny set you up on a blind date, Frankie x Reader
Swimming lessons with Catfish - A smutty drabble set in an alternative, no outbreak, version of the The Pilot and his Girl universe, Frankie x Reader
The Accident - Angsty fluffy one shot that will probably be given a part two down the line, Frankie x Reader
Frankie & Din - A funny, I hope, one-shot with Frankie & Din at the air fair
Frankie to the rescue - A one shot drabble about Frankie welcoming you home after a long day of travelling, Frankie x Reader
Six and a half minutes - Frankie's version (a smutty one shot where Frankie interrupts your holiday baking, Frankie x Reader)
Come in, Atled Air, come in - a short and fluffy one shot about Pilot!Frankie and AirController!FemReader.
Not an Easy Man to Find - my first m/m fic featuring Pope x Frankie
First Taste - Young!Frankie and his mom's best friend. Totally not a reaction to all the "dad's best friend Joel fics....
General Marcus Acacius
Bona Dea - Complete
Series Master List
Marcus Acacius x Reader. A one shot that's developed in to it's own little series. 4 out of 5 chapters are published.
Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)
Fate Unbound - Work in Progress - Pero Tovar xF!Reader set in viking time Norway
- Introducing the reader
- Their first meeting
The Guard Dog - Groundskeeper!Pero x female reader written for Studioghibelli's writing challenge.
Rosemary & Lavender - Mercenary!Pero x female Reader one shot
Memories made, memories lost - Mercenary!Pero x female Reader one shot written for @burntheedges Roll-A-Trope challenge.
Javier Peña (Narcos)
Snowed In - Javier's version (a one night stand with Javier Peña as he's snowed in at a hotel. Javier x OFC)
Pickled Interruptions - Part of the Pickled Peña writing challenge @pickled-pena
Javier steals your lunch - A short story about how Peña has the audacity to steal your lunch!
Joel Miller (The Last of Us)
Gun Cleaning - Joel's version (a smutty one shot when Joel walks in on you cleaning the guns, Joel x Reader)
After the Rain - A smutty one shot about coming across Joel in the rain and needed help.
Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)
When was the last time you lived? - a short one shot for the Summer Lovin 24 challenge.
Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)
Off the Record - a 5k drabble about Dieter Bravo and a meet cute in London
The Malibu Incident - a 4k prequel to Off the Record (should be read after Off the Record)
Karl Urban characters
Éomer (LotR)
The Tack Room (super fluffy but not complete)
Billy Butcher (The Boys)
The British Connection (slow burn with very little fluff, a chunk of smut and lots of plot)
Six and a half minutes (smut drabble)
Dear Reader (smut drabble in two parts)
Snowed in (smut drabble)
Gun cleaning (smut drabble)
Ellie just gets to have a lot of sex with Billy Butcher (4 part series, the title is pretty self-explanatory. No, it's not about TLoU Ellie... )
Thanks for the tag my loves @milla-frenchy @sawymredfox @vodkaandpizza @mcthsman
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
32! Damn, I never thought I would write so much!
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
214 556! Wow, I'm impressed 😅
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Exclusively for the PPCU fandom
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
When a Feather-Light Touch is Agony - 74
Stars Fading - 72
Let's make him jealous - 31 (my first ever threesome 🤭)
A Christmas Love Story - 28 (my first ever fic!)
What's for dinner? - 28
5. Do you respond to comments?
Always! I feel terrible when I see I forgot to answer one. I might take some time to answer but I always do.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
This is Goodbye, my first angst, and the saddest. No hope at all 😭 and it's for Javi G, poor guy.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I pretty much only write happy endings, save for a few, but maybe Movies & Books, since it's a long series, it's the most complete happily ever after probably.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Never and I feel thankful for it.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do! I enjoy exploring different things, but it's still pretty tame though 😆 But I do enjoy sometimes writing more realistic sex experiences.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Never!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I hope not.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that I'm aware.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope!
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
I don't think I have one?
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I hope I'll finish them all! I have a few that are gathering dust but I want to get to them eventually!
16. What are your writing strengths?
That's hard. I've been told I'm good at dialogues, which made me happy because i always feel like I'm bad at it. I think i'm getting better at introspection.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I would love to get better at using better metaphors, at adding some poetry to my writing. I've also been trying to diversify my vocabulary. Even if English is almost like my first language, since I don't live in an English speaking country and never have, I can tell it's harder to express certain emotions and thought than in French.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I've been trying to this with my latest Frankie series. Until then I've been scared of writing in Spanish and avoided it, but I also understand how that can seem like white washing my characters, so I've been slowly getting there. It also helps that I'm learning Spanish so it feels like the good opportunity to do it!
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Well PPCU, I never wrote before
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
That's hard to say. Let me give you two.
Movies & Books because this is my sweat and blog, my first long series and I'm proud of the achievement
Take me Home Tonight because I tried something different and something I want to explore more one day: addiction and getting sober (fun things!). And Frankie is a great vessel for that 😆
Just now, only for PPCU, but I've written a few for Karl Urban's works.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
The Pilot and his Girl (176)
Bona Dea (106)
The British Connection (100)
Six and a half minutes (99)
A Baker's Dozen (97)
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes, always, I might take a few days, but I always answer.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
The Exiled Heart, a very unhappy ending Din fic
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I like happy endings, so all but one have happy endings.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Never, although I was worried about *that* chapter in The Pilot....
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Absolutely! I'm pretty vanilla in what I write, but I do like to write explicit stuff.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Only the one, where I dumped Frankie and the TF boys into TLOU universe and put them through hell. "Frankie & Din" is technically also a crossover, but it's a very short little one shot. And despite it being with two very popular characters, it's one of my least popular fics. It's got only 12 kudos and 57 hits on Ao3. No smut doesn't sell...
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that I know.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, and I don't think I'd ever say yest to that.
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
FishBen!
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I hope I'll get to them all eventually!
16. What are your writing strengths?
I seem to be good at twisting emotions and making people feel things, both the fluff and the angst.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
When I read some of my favourite books, my language feels to generic, I don't think I have found "my voice" yet. And you'd think that I'd be getting closer after almost a million words!
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I try to avoid it, it breaks the flow for the reader if they don't understand. So I add only words, or a short phrase, which the reader can figure out even if they don't speak the language.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Karl Urban's The Boys
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
What an impossible question?! How can I pick a favourite child!
The Pilot will always be very, very special because it was a huge project, and I really figured out how to write while doing it. A Baker's Dozen feels like it's such a unique fic, and I loved exploring the different PP characters and their voices. Bona Dea was a one shot that developed into a whole story, and I got to go nerdy with my fascination for Roman history. I'm doing the same with Fate Unbound (shout out to the five poeple still reading it!)
thank you for the lovely tags babes @sawymredfox @lillydrabbles @shadowqueen2024 @milla-frenchy @golden-prairie @petalsinblood
hair color: brown
favorite color: warm and muted shades in green, brown and orange as well as burgundy
favorite drink: anything citrus-y and coffee
one thing you love about yourself: pffft, I like myself the most when I can make people around me laugh
if you could be any animal, what would you be? I’m afraid I have severe orange cat energy (no braincells or thoughts, just vibes)
dream place to visit: I’d love to visit Asian countries like Japan, Korea and Mongolia. I’d also love love loove to visit México and the US (once y’alls administration stops trippin’ balls). actually, I’d love to visit all around the world. there are so many cool places to see!!
what’s one thing you’re looking forward to right now? to have a lil’ sweet treat once I’m done working
your biggest dream: to have a mysterious source of income that enables me to dilly dally all day without working and to help my family out financially
song that’s permanently on your repeat: DtMF by Bad Bunny
npt (sorry if you’ve taken part in this and I’ve missed it!!) @peepawmiller @cozymochaa @dreamedaboutitinthedark @604to647 @missadangel @maroonpascal @madpanda75 @din-cognito @queenofslowburn @sprigsofhazel @qveerthe0ry @inept-the-magnificent @avastrasposts
one thing you love about yourself: my ability to entertain myself inside my head
if you could be any animal, what would you be? A harbour seal, preferably in a place where I have no natural predators :D
dream place to visit: New Zeeland is at the top of my list, I'd also love to road trip around the US west coast but it needs to calm down over there first....
what’s one thing you’re looking forward to right now? Bed? :D
your biggest dream: To win the lottery so that I can give money to my family and then not have to work again
song that’s permanently on your repeat: At the moment, none, but I'm sure something will appear as I try to sleep tonight....
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I think this might be the chapter you've been waiting for, so please enjoy! But be aware of graphic violence, blood and injuries, death and destruction. All the things we want Tovar to bring as he finally goes after his wife…
Set in the 11th century, the plot centers around Pero Tovar as he's caputured and sold as a thrall to a Norse family. Bad fate finds him, and he struggles to free himself and escape. But he also meets new people who in time become friends and allies, and bad fate, can turn into good fortune for both him, and the most unlikely Norse woman.
Series Master List
Warnings for the whole series: graphic violence, slavery, abuse, sexual and otherwise, references to non-con sex, arranged marriages, time period typical stereotypes of both men and women and anyone "foreign".
No use of Y/N and the reader is kept as blank as possible, but, she's the daughter a Norse lord in 11th century Norway and will have features that correlate to that.
Tovar watched Godric return the way they'd come, and sent up a prayer that the man would be safe and find his way to Merewic. He wasn't a religious man, even less so after the past two years, but maybe someone would listen and watch out for Godric.
The sound of horses on the road pulled his attention back, and he saw a rider leading a second horse approach from the city gate. Suddenly he heard a low bark, and a large dog emerged from the shadows, and bounded towards him.
"Ravn!" he exclaimed, catching the shaggy dog as it tried to jump up onto him, clearly forgetting he was no longer a puppy, "How are you here?!"
"She wasn't allowed to bring him to Northmere," Asgeir said as he halted the horses, "So she made me promise to take him back to Ulvehi, but I know it broke her heart to leave him behind. Seems only fitting we reunite her with both him and you tonight."
Tovar gave Ravn's head a scratch, and then took the reins to the second horse from Asgeir.
"Lead the way, we need to move fast if we're to catch them on the road tomorrow."
"Yes, we have a lot of ground to cover. And it will be slow going in this rain, so we better get moving."
Tovar nodded, and swung himself into the saddle of the roan gelding. It would be a long night, and his body would feel it tomorrow, but he needed to push that to the side now. He had a feeling tomorrow would either end with you back in his arms, or not at all, and he would need all his strength and wit to force the best outcome.
Without another word, the two men set off down the road, shadowed by Ravn.
They had some luck with the weather, not an hour had passed before the insistent drizzle suddenly stopped, and the dark clouds began to drift apart, showing a moon that was almost full. The road became brighter, and they could pick up speed, covering more ground.
"Tell me about this lord that she's been forced to marry," Tovar said as Asgeir came up alongside him on his horse, "You let slip that he is not a good man, but she already knew that."
"He is not," Asgeir replied, "Or maybe he is as all Christian husbands are. But there was fear in his household, and after the wedding I heard…" he cast a nervous glance at Tovar who scowled at him.
"Speak," he barked, "Let me hear what he did to her, I need to know."
"The envoy that came to Ulvehi, Edmund; they say he runs the household, not the Ealdorman. There was talk that he threatened to put his own child in her belly if she didn't conceive fast enough with the lord."
Tovar's grip on his reins tightened until his horse neighed and shook its head in protest. The image of what would've been done to you was all too clear in his head.
"And is this Edmund travelling with them now," he asked between gritted teeth.
"No, he's stayed behind in York."
"Pity," Tovar growled, and dug his heels into the horse's sides, spurring it on.
As the first rays of sun began to chase them from the east, they reached a small hamlet, a thegn's hall at the centre.
"This must be Hartham, those are Cuthbert's banners, I recognise the crest," Asgeir said, pointing from the edge of a small forest they had just ridden through.
"Look at the size of that place. We cannot attack it, we'll never get her out."
Asgeir nodded, and the two men watched Hartham in silence for a little while as they both thought over their options. The small hamlet was waking up, smoke rising from the houses, and they could see people moving about as they went about their chores.
Eventually Tovar broke the silence, "I have an idea, follow me," he said, turning his horse to the side.
Leading them around Hartham, making sure they stayed out of sight, he made his way back up to the road where it disappeared into a forest again.
"The road must cross that river up ahead," Tovar said as they were back in shelter of the forest, "And there is no other road leading away from it. Let's find the ford, and see if it's a good spot for an ambush. If not, we scout ahead."
Asgeir nodded, and followed Tovar as he set off at sharp canter, Ravn running next to his horse. As they rode, Tovar went through his options. An ambush with only two men and a dog was a gamble. And he wasn't sure he could trust Asgeir, he might be waiting for an opportunity to capture or kill him, and win glory from the Jarl. But on the other hand, he could've just brought the guards from York and taken him as he waited with Godric. Two runaway thralls at the same time…
Tovar sighed, and slowed his horse as the road approached the river. He would have to trust Asgeir, he had no other choice. This was his best chance to get you back, and he needed all the help he could get.
"Here," he said, halting his horse, "This is a good spot. They will have to ride single file across the ford, and then continue up that gully," he pointed up along where the road continued on between high banks, "When the first few are across, I'll set Ravn loose. He will run for her, and she'll know it's me who's come for her. I'll attack the last few men first, create some chaos as Ravn scares the horses."
"Sounds like a good plan, kill as many of them as possible before they realise what's happening," Asgeir replied, "Should I attack the front of the line as they turn back towards your attack?"
"No, I want you to blow your horn, unseen, and in the forest. Lure them in and make them think there are more bandits attacking. Once they give chase, try to come back to the ford and kill off any that you see."
Asgeir nodded, "Best we get into position, they'll be coming through here soon."
"Old man," Tovar interrupted Asgeir, "I hope you're still good with that axe. Fight well, and I'll let her decide what to do with you when we're done."
"I'm fighting for her," Asgeir spat back, bristling as his horse moved under him, "The only reason I didn't turn you in back in Jorvik, is because I see that you love her enough to risk your life by coming here and freeing her. And I am old, if I die protecting her so be it, I'll be in Valhalla before the sun sets."
He pulled his horse around, and disappeared between the trees, before Tovar could reply. He watched the other man ride off for a few moments with a frown. All he could do now was trust him, and hope for a swift battle.
He hid his horse in the woods, and then settled in to wait. He stood concealed by a thick oak tree, low shrubs hiding him as he rolled his shoulders and unsheathed his sword. The ride through the night had taken its toll on his body, he wasn't used to riding long distances these days. Even before his capture in England he hadn't been riding much as he lived in the village, and the two years of thralldom had weakened his body. He felt it now as he tried to shake life back into his stiff limbs. Everything depended on the next hour, and he felt fear trickle down his spine in an unfamiliar way. He'd come close to death many times, on the battlefield, in brawls, bandit attacks. He'd even woken up once with a blade against his throat, as a man he'd trusted stole his belongings. But he'd never really feared a battle, not in the way he did now. If he was killed today, he would leave you, and his child, behind. And the life he'd condemn you to then, he didn't even want to think about.
A low growl from Ravn by his side pulled him from his thoughts. Sinking down to his haunches, he peered through the trees with his hand on the large dog's collar. Before too long, he too heard the sounds of horses on the old Roman road, and a few minutes later, the first rider came through. As the party approached the ford, they paused, four riders crossing single file, then Lord Cuthbert on his large destrier. The grey horse snorted and tossed his head as the lord spurred him into the water. It was a young stallion, inexperienced and hot, and it danced back and forth across the ford as the lord tried to control him.
Ravn whined as he spotted you, riding behind the wagon, as it entered the ford, and Tovar's eyes flew to you. Your head was bent, your hair covered by a veil that wrapped around your neck, and a large brooch glimmered in the dappled sunlight, holding it together. But you didn't look well, and for a moment he wondered if you were ill, so bent was your posture, your face blank as you gazed at nothing. His heart felt like it was squeezed by a force outside of his control as he gripped his sword harder, his hand still on Ravn's collar.
Two servants were behind you, and then three more armed men, and Tovar crept forward carefully through the underbrush. Out in the ford, the wagon lurched and halted as the driver whipped the two horses that were pulling it.
"Get a move on!" one of the guards yelled as he rode up past you, and Tovar sent up a silent prayer.
"Now, Ravn, go to her."
He pushed the dog forward, and Ravn broke into a run, barking as he went.
At the sound of the dog, you looked up, turning in the saddle, and Tovar caught a glimpse of your widening eyes as he rushed the last guard in the line. It was a moment's work to slide his sword into the man's side, and then the shout went up.
"We're under attack! Protect the lord!"
Tovar pulled his sword free as the dead man fell from his horse. Ravn barked, and you gathered your reins, pulling your horse around to face Pero.
The second guard kicked his horse, yanking at the horse to pull it around too, and charged Tovar just as Asgeir's horn blew loud in the forest at the other end of the ford.
"Kill him, there's more coming!" the guard by the wagon yelled as the guard charging Tovar gave up a battle roar.
The horse neighed, and hooves kicked dangerously close to his head as Tovar stepped back, dodging round the side of the narrow path. The guard tried to turn the horse again as he lost sight of Tovar's sword, but it was too late. The horse stumbled as its leg was cut, and a moment later, Tovar drove his sword into the side of the man.
Two down.
The guard by the wagon had turned to the sound of the horn blowing, three of the men at the front chasing after the men they believed hidden in the forest. The lord and one guard stood battle ready at the mouth of the gully.
As the horse screamed Tovar darted forward, grabbing hold of the reins of your horse.
"Run, hide in the forest with Ravn."
You nodded, holding on tight as the horse stomped underneath you, "Be careful."
There wasn't time for more. Ravn barked and darted forward, as the guard by the wagon shouted a warning.
"Protect the lady!"
Tovar slapped the rump of your horse and it took off, splashing through the water. Ravn barked again, and the lord roared as he spotted the dog.
"That's her dog! Grab her! They've come for her! Don't let her escape!
You spurred your horse as Cuthbert's stallion reared at the sight of Ravn, neighing in fear, and you charged, putting Ravn between yourself and Cuthbert's horse as he made to grab you. It reared again, and Ravn nipped at Cuthbert's legs as he screamed and lost his grip, tumbling into the water.
"Ravn, here!" you called with a backwards glance, letting your horse gallop at full speed into the gully, and he followed.
"Get after her! With me!" Cuthbert roared, stumbling to his feet as his destrier fled into the woods, "Kill him, and catch her!"
Tovar saw you ride off as the two remaining guards wrangled their horses under control, and he advanced on the one closest. He was still on his horse, and he grinned as he saw Tovar approach, raising his sword. Tovar stepped forward, two quick steps, and feinted an attack, nicking the horse's chest with only the tip of his long sword, as the guard swung wide. The animal screamed and stumbled, and Tovar slipped to the side as the sword cut nothing but air, grabbing the guard's arm and pulling him from the horse. The blood smeared his hand as he drove his own sword into the man's neck, turning the water red beneath him.
As he pulled his sword free he looked up into the gully, and saw you. You'd paused, turning to look back at the scene, and with panic he waved, yelling.
"Ride! Ride!"
Cuthbert saw you too, as Tovar raised his sword again.
"Kill him!" Cuthbert screamed, drawing his own sword, and the last mounted guard between them readied for the attack, levelling his long spear.
Tovar swore under his breath, there was no room for a proper charge. The wagon blocked half the ford and dead men and frightened horses blocked the rest, yet the guard came on regardless, water splashing around the horse.
Tovar stepped aside at the last moment, using the horse's momentum to dodge. The point of the spear hissed past his ribs and he slashed at the shaft, knocking it aside. The horse thundered past him.
"Coward!" the guard shouted, wrenching the animal around and drawing his sword as he realised the spear was too cumbersome in the tight space. Tovar spun around, and steel rang as their blades met, the horse almost knocking into him as it charged through the stream.
The force of the sword's blow jarred Tovar's arm all the way to the shoulder, the hit holding more force than he expected. And the guard pressed him immediately, striking high and then low. Tovar gave ground, grunting as he parried another attack. Two years ago this man would've been dead already, two years ago he was much stronger, faster.
The thought flashed through his mind as the guard threw another blow against his sword, and Tovar turned it aside. Going low, he drove a cut at the man's thigh, but the guard twisted away, and came at him with a savage backhand stroke.
Pain exploded through Tovar's right arm and he staggered back as blood splashed across his sleeve. The sword had sliced deep into the flesh between shoulder and elbow, and for a heartbeat his arm went numb as he stumbled back.
The guard grinned, "You're done, cur," and perhaps Tovar should've been. Two years of thralldom had taken its toll, he was out of breath, unfit and tired. But years of fighting had taught him something that he called upon now; survival. And now, more than ever, he had to survive.
Egging his horse on, the guard raised his sword for a killing blow, but Tovar stepped into the swing, and the blade tore through his cloak instead of his neck. His arm screamed in pain as he crashed into the horse's shoulder and the animal reared. The guard lost his balance and grabbed for the reins, but it was too late.
Tovar drove his sword up beneath the man's arm, a gasp escaping him as blood bubbled from his lips. He toppled from the saddle and struck the water with a splash as the horse fled and Tovar's sword was wrenched free. His right arm burned, warm blood dripping down from his fingers, as he tightened the grip on the hilt, and looked towards the gully and drew a deep breath of relief. There was no sight of you, you'd slipped away, and now all he had to do was reach you.
Cuthbert cursed as Tovar advanced on him, "I'll see you hung for this. She is my wife, the Norsemen have no right to her anymore."
"No one has any right to her," Tovar spat, as Cuthbert tried to find better ground to fight, the two men circling each other, "I'll kill you for what you did to her, and let you bleed out like a stuck pig right here on the road."
Suddenly footsteps came crashing through the underbrush, and Tovar swung round as Asgeir came stumbling out, his axe held high and blood streaming from a cut on his cheek. A shout went up behind him, and as Tovar and Asgeir hastily retreated towards the mouth of the gully, Cuthbert looked triumphant. From the woods three guards came running, panting as they skidded to a halt by their lord.
"Where is she?" Asgeir asked Tovar as they closed ranks at the narrowest part of the road.
"She got away, with Ravn, down the gully. These are the last ones."
Asgeir glanced at Tovar's arm as they retreated another step, blood was still dripping down his hand, mixing with the blood on the blade.
"That's a deep cut, you're not much use in a fight now," he commented, and Tovar growled.
"I can still fight."
"But you're no use to her dead, I'll hold them off."
Tovar took his eyes off the advancing men for a moment, they were moving slower now, faced with the two men and the sharp sides of the gully. Asgeir saw Tovar's look, and gave a sharp jerk with his chin.
"Go to your wife," he said as his eyes flicked toward the gully, "And your child."
It was all Tovar needed, with one last nod at Asgeir, he turned and ran. Behind him a battle roar went up, and he knew the old Viking would put up a hard fight.
Asgeir listened as Tovar sprinted away down the road behind him, and then he roared, raising his axe as the men charged down the narrow path. The first one sprinted up, and Asgeir blocked his swing, the impact ringing out through the forest, metal on metal. The hook of the axe caught the sword and swung it to the side, and Asgeir gave the man's chest a swift kick that sent him stumbling backwards.
But the second man was right behind, the sword narrowly missing Asgeir's neck as he dodged back. His axe came up, and a powerful swing drove home, deep into the man's side. He screamed and grabbed at his belly as the sword fell useless to the ground, blood pouring out. But the first man was back on his feet, and he swung his sword, forcing Asgeir back another step as the lord urged the last guard on. Metal rang against metal again, and Asgeir felt his strength waning, blow upon blow raining down on him, his axe taking every hit as the two men pushed him back.
The gully opened up, giving more space, and Asgeir lunged, a final effort, blocking a hit with his left arm, his right lodged his old battle worn axe deep into the neck of the first guard.
Asgeir roared in pain as his left arm shattered, but the man in front was dead as he stumbled to his knees.
One less for Tovar to fight.
Wrenching the axe free, he swung around, but the sword slid into his side, reaching his lungs in one swift motion. Trying to draw breath, he coughed once, and fell into the pool of blood.
The sound of your heart was deafening in your ears as you raced down the road, your breath coming in quick bursts, and your mind was spinning. Risking a glance over your shoulder you saw no pursuers, but you couldn't hear anything over the sound of the horse's hooves. Ravn was sprinting next to the horse, and just seeing him made you feel safer. He wouldn't let any of the guards get close to you if they caught up.
Looking up ahead again you saw a track leave the straight Roman road and disappear into the woods, and you pulled on the reins, slowing your horse as you glanced back again. How far were you supposed to go? How would Pero find you if you just kept riding?
The track was almost overgrown, and dark in the early morning light, as you slipped off your horse, making up your mind. A sharp slap on the rump sent it off down the road, and you hurried off towards the half hidden track. Putting your hand inside your skirts, you pulled out the small dog Pero had carved, and set it down on the side of the path. Not where it would be spotted by anyone, but by someone looking for a sign.
"Come on, Ravn, in here. If he doesn't see it, you'll have to guide me back to him."
The track wound through the overgrown bushes, and the sharp thorns caught on your veil as you hurried through. Impatiently you tugged it off, your hair coming free as you came to a dead end.
A low barrow stood at the centre of a clearing, the forest thick around the edges, and you quickly looked around, circling the mound. There was nowhere to go but into the thick forest, but the familiar carvings on the stone that stood by the overgrown entrance of the old burial mound calmed you. Turning around, you faced the track. This was where either Pero or Cuthbert would find you, next to the long forgotten grave of a Norseman who'd died in this foreign country. If you died here, Freya would at least find you. You unsheathed the dagger under your cloak, and held it tight in your hand as you steeled yourself for what would come next.
Tovar sprinted down the road as the shouts of battle fell away behind him. He wished he'd had time to grab one of the horses, catching up to you on foot would be slow, and he had no idea of how far you'd ridden. He could already feel his strength waning, he wouldn't last much longer. His arm was throbbing, and he changed his grip, holding his sword in his left hand. The blood was no longer dripping down onto his hand, but the hilt of his sword was sticky and wet under his fingers.
Gripping it tighter he adjusted his stride, loping down the track while trying to listen for foot steps behind him. The forest was dense on both sides and he could see the fresh hoof prints from your horse racing ahead in the mud.
His side cramped and forced him to stop, pressing his palm against his ribs as he gulped for air. He only gave himself a few seconds though, then he pushed on, taking long strides. Up ahead he could see the tree thinning out, maybe coming out into the fields again. If he could get out there he might be able to spot you.
Suddenly he glimpsed a flash of white in the corner of his eyes and he stopped, taking a step back. The hoof prints were jumbled here, and he saw Ravn's prints too. The horse had stopped and then raced on ahead, but not Ravn. Crouching down he dragged his hand through the long grass and found what had caught his eye.
"Lista, cariño," he mumbled, picking up the white bone dog hiding in the weeds. The narrow trail was almost hidden from view, but he pushed aside a branch and hurried down the narrow track.
Ravn was pressed to your side, his ears pointed towards where the track led into the clearing, and you could hear the branches rustling too. You wouldn't hide, or run. Ravn would defend you, and you wouldn't let anyone take you again without a fight. Not now that you knew Pero was alive, and here! He was really here! You'd hardly believed your eyes when you saw him charging out from the forest, his sword raised. But his voice as he told you to run, that shook life into you again, and now you knew you had to fight and hold on until he made it here.
Ravn growled as someone pushed through the branches, but your knees almost buckled in relief.
"Pero!"
It took him only a heartbeat to reach you, his hands grabbing your arms as you stumbled towards him. His mouth was on yours, hard and bruising, as you gasped, trying to grab him, make him come closer even though he was already pressed against you.
"Amor, mi vida," he mumbled, pressing another firm kiss against your lips, "Are you unharmed? Are you hurt?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sobbed as he held your face between his hands, his forehead against yours.
"Are you hurt?" he asked again, and you shook your head.
"No, I'm…"
His hand slipped down to your belly, barely beginning to swell, so much had happened in such a short time, "Is she well?"
You had to laugh, between tears and kisses, "Are you so certain it's a girl, my love? She is fine, I hope. It's still too early to tell."
"Are you sure you're unharmed?" he asked again, his eyebrows pulled tight as he ran his hands over your dress, "This is so much blood."
You lifted your hand, and it came away sticky from his arm, blood coating your palm, and ice filled your veins.
"Pero, you're injured, show me your arm."
"It's just a small cut, it's not bleeding anymore. Amor, we have to get away from here," he replied, his hands still holding onto your shoulders as you pushed back the fabric of his tunic where it had been ripped. Beneath it his skin was cold to the touch, and slick with blood.
"It's not a small cut, Pero," you said, shrugging off his hands so that you could rip open the sleeve and expose the wound below. The sight made your stomach churn, "I need to stitch this up, and clean it. And you're still losing blood."
"There's no time," he protested as you pulled your scarf from where you'd tucked it into your belt.
"We did not survive this long, and come this far, for you to bleed out here," you snapped at him, fear making your hands tremble as you wrapped the white silk tight around his arm, praying it would stem the flow of blood.
"Amor," he replied, his voice suddenly soft as he cupped your cheek with his other hand, "I won't die here, not now that I've found you again."
You leaned your face into his hand, closing your eyes as you felt his callused fingers caress your skin, you'd missed his touch so much.
"Is there a path into the forest?" he asked after a moment, "We need to hide our tracks an-"
A low growl from Ravn cut him off, and you glanced down at the dog. His hackles were up, and he was growling at where the path met the clearing. Pero turned around and pushed you behind his back, pulling his sword out with his left hand as a branch snapped in the forest.
Pero cursed low as one of the Ealdorman's guards pushed through the brush, followed by the Ealdorman himself, his sword raised.
"Who sent him?" Cuthbert spat, "Your father? I'll burn his pitiful farm to the ground for crossing me. Hand her over, and I'll kill you quick."
The last thing he said to Tovar, who growled and pushed you back a step.
"You're the one who'll die here for what you did to her," he replied, and Ravn snarled, his teeth bared.
Cuthbert glanced at the large dog licking its lips as it dropped its head between its thick shoulders. With a shove he pushed the final guard towards Tovar.
"Take him, kill the dog too."
The guard looked uncertain, Ravn's snarls left no questions about what would happen if they attacked. His sword was raised, but he looked nervous as he took a short step towards Tovar.
It happened so fast you nearly lost track of Pero as Ravn leapt forward. The guard tried to dodge, but Ravn caught his ankle in his jaws, clamping his powerful teeth around the man's shin. The sword swiped down as the guard yelled, and Ravn whined, letting go just as Tovar struck. His blow would've taken the guard's head clean off, but Cuthbert charged and rammed his arm, making Tovar roar in pain as he stumbled to his knees.
"Pero!" you called, rushing forward as the guard raised his sword. Tovar's face was pale and drawn as the blow hit his sword, and he couldn't hold against it. Falling back on to his back, Tovar tried to raise it again just as Cuthbert grabbed your neck, his arm coming up under your chin. With force he pulled you back, and you felt the cold blade nick your skin as you cried out.
The guard struck again, gasping as his sword drove into the soft ground, as Tovar's sword slid into his chest. The weight of his body forced him down over it, and blood coated Tovar's arm as it poured out, dark and shining.
Pero shoved the dead man off him and stumbled to his knees, raising his sword at the Ealdorman.
"Let her go, and I'll let you live," he said, but his sword arm was useless, and his left was trembling, and he knew the Ealdorman could see how spent he was as he forced himself to stand.
"No, you leave, and I'll let her live," he replied, forcing your head back a smidge, as the knife cut into your skin again.
"If you touch her again…" Pero growled, taking a step forward, as you struggled to find your balance with your head forced back.
Cuthbert grabbed your jaw, his fingers digging into your bones as he moved the knife down to your belly, twisting your body as your fingers moved.
"I'll cut her bastard out first," he threatened as your hand closed around the hilt, pulling your dagger free.
The air escaped him with a wince when it slipped up under his ribs, his body tightening its grip on you for a moment.
"No."
His eyes were wide as you twisted the blade deep in his lungs, watching blood stain his lips as his breath rattled, and his dagger clattered to the ground.
Pero was next to you with two long strides, shoving Cuthbert away, and grabbing your dagger as the man fell onto his back with a heavy thud.
Pero's arms were around you again as he pulled you back, as if he was afraid the man drawing a final rattling breath would suddenly try to grab you again.
"Mi amor," he panted as he tried to turn you away from the sight, his hands moving over your neck where it had been cut. But you stood rooted, watching the blood of the Ealdorman seep into the ground, before you spat on it.
"May the Norns cut away your name."
Chapter 19
I hope you loved this chapter! Action is so hard to write, but I think it's fun, and I hope you could picture the fight as it developed, and that I kept you on the edge of your seat! And, finally reunited again!!
I think this might be the chapter you've been waiting for, so please enjoy! But be aware of graphic violence, blood and injuries, death and destruction. All the things we want Tovar to bring as he finally goes after his wife…
Set in the 11th century, the plot centers around Pero Tovar as he's caputured and sold as a thrall to a Norse family. Bad fate finds him, and he struggles to free himself and escape. But he also meets new people who in time become friends and allies, and bad fate, can turn into good fortune for both him, and the most unlikely Norse woman.
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Warnings for the whole series: graphic violence, slavery, abuse, sexual and otherwise, references to non-con sex, arranged marriages, time period typical stereotypes of both men and women and anyone "foreign".
No use of Y/N and the reader is kept as blank as possible, but, she's the daughter a Norse lord in 11th century Norway and will have features that correlate to that.
Tovar watched Godric return the way they'd come, and sent up a prayer that the man would be safe and find his way to Merewic. He wasn't a religious man, even less so after the past two years, but maybe someone would listen and watch out for Godric.
The sound of horses on the road pulled his attention back, and he saw a rider leading a second horse approach from the city gate. Suddenly he heard a low bark, and a large dog emerged from the shadows, and bounded towards him.
"Ravn!" he exclaimed, catching the shaggy dog as it tried to jump up onto him, clearly forgetting he was no longer a puppy, "How are you here?!"
"She wasn't allowed to bring him to Northmere," Asgeir said as he halted the horses, "So she made me promise to take him back to Ulvehi, but I know it broke her heart to leave him behind. Seems only fitting we reunite her with both him and you tonight."
Tovar gave Ravn's head a scratch, and then took the reins to the second horse from Asgeir.
"Lead the way, we need to move fast if we're to catch them on the road tomorrow."
"Yes, we have a lot of ground to cover. And it will be slow going in this rain, so we better get moving."
Tovar nodded, and swung himself into the saddle of the roan gelding. It would be a long night, and his body would feel it tomorrow, but he needed to push that to the side now. He had a feeling tomorrow would either end with you back in his arms, or not at all, and he would need all his strength and wit to force the best outcome.
Without another word, the two men set off down the road, shadowed by Ravn.
They had some luck with the weather, not an hour had passed before the insistent drizzle suddenly stopped, and the dark clouds began to drift apart, showing a moon that was almost full. The road became brighter, and they could pick up speed, covering more ground.
"Tell me about this lord that she's been forced to marry," Tovar said as Asgeir came up alongside him on his horse, "You let slip that he is not a good man, but she already knew that."
"He is not," Asgeir replied, "Or maybe he is as all Christian husbands are. But there was fear in his household, and after the wedding I heard…" he cast a nervous glance at Tovar who scowled at him.
"Speak," he barked, "Let me hear what he did to her, I need to know."
"The envoy that came to Ulvehi, Edmund; they say he runs the household, not the Ealdorman. There was talk that he threatened to put his own child in her belly if she didn't conceive fast enough with the lord."
Tovar's grip on his reins tightened until his horse neighed and shook its head in protest. The image of what would've been done to you was all too clear in his head.
"And is this Edmund travelling with them now," he asked between gritted teeth.
"No, he's stayed behind in York."
"Pity," Tovar growled, and dug his heels into the horse's sides, spurring it on.
As the first rays of sun began to chase them from the east, they reached a small hamlet, a thegn's hall at the centre.
"This must be Hartham, those are Cuthbert's banners, I recognise the crest," Asgeir said, pointing from the edge of a small forest they had just ridden through.
"Look at the size of that place. We cannot attack it, we'll never get her out."
Asgeir nodded, and the two men watched Hartham in silence for a little while as they both thought over their options. The small hamlet was waking up, smoke rising from the houses, and they could see people moving about as they went about their chores.
Eventually Tovar broke the silence, "I have an idea, follow me," he said, turning his horse to the side.
Leading them around Hartham, making sure they stayed out of sight, he made his way back up to the road where it disappeared into a forest again.
"The road must cross that river up ahead," Tovar said as they were back in shelter of the forest, "And there is no other road leading away from it. Let's find the ford, and see if it's a good spot for an ambush. If not, we scout ahead."
Asgeir nodded, and followed Tovar as he set off at sharp canter, Ravn running next to his horse. As they rode, Tovar went through his options. An ambush with only two men and a dog was a gamble. And he wasn't sure he could trust Asgeir, he might be waiting for an opportunity to capture or kill him, and win glory from the Jarl. But on the other hand, he could've just brought the guards from York and taken him as he waited with Godric. Two runaway thralls at the same time…
Tovar sighed, and slowed his horse as the road approached the river. He would have to trust Asgeir, he had no other choice. This was his best chance to get you back, and he needed all the help he could get.
"Here," he said, halting his horse, "This is a good spot. They will have to ride single file across the ford, and then continue up that gully," he pointed up along where the road continued on between high banks, "When the first few are across, I'll set Ravn loose. He will run for her, and she'll know it's me who's come for her. I'll attack the last few men first, create some chaos as Ravn scares the horses."
"Sounds like a good plan, kill as many of them as possible before they realise what's happening," Asgeir replied, "Should I attack the front of the line as they turn back towards your attack?"
"No, I want you to blow your horn, unseen, and in the forest. Lure them in and make them think there are more bandits attacking. Once they give chase, try to come back to the ford and kill off any that you see."
Asgeir nodded, "Best we get into position, they'll be coming through here soon."
"Old man," Tovar interrupted Asgeir, "I hope you're still good with that axe. Fight well, and I'll let her decide what to do with you when we're done."
"I'm fighting for her," Asgeir spat back, bristling as his horse moved under him, "The only reason I didn't turn you in back in Jorvik, is because I see that you love her enough to risk your life by coming here and freeing her. And I am old, if I die protecting her so be it, I'll be in Valhalla before the sun sets."
He pulled his horse around, and disappeared between the trees, before Tovar could reply. He watched the other man ride off for a few moments with a frown. All he could do now was trust him, and hope for a swift battle.
He hid his horse in the woods, and then settled in to wait. He stood concealed by a thick oak tree, low shrubs hiding him as he rolled his shoulders and unsheathed his sword. The ride through the night had taken its toll on his body, he wasn't used to riding long distances these days. Even before his capture in England he hadn't been riding much as he lived in the village, and the two years of thralldom had weakened his body. He felt it now as he tried to shake life back into his stiff limbs. Everything depended on the next hour, and he felt fear trickle down his spine in an unfamiliar way. He'd come close to death many times, on the battlefield, in brawls, bandit attacks. He'd even woken up once with a blade against his throat, as a man he'd trusted stole his belongings. But he'd never really feared a battle, not in the way he did now. If he was killed today, he would leave you, and his child, behind. And the life he'd condemn you to then, he didn't even want to think about.
A low growl from Ravn by his side pulled him from his thoughts. Sinking down to his haunches, he peered through the trees with his hand on the large dog's collar. Before too long, he too heard the sounds of horses on the old Roman road, and a few minutes later, the first rider came through. As the party approached the ford, they paused, four riders crossing single file, then Lord Cuthbert on his large destrier. The grey horse snorted and tossed his head as the lord spurred him into the water. It was a young stallion, inexperienced and hot, and it danced back and forth across the ford as the lord tried to control him.
Ravn whined as he spotted you, riding behind the wagon, as it entered the ford, and Tovar's eyes flew to you. Your head was bent, your hair covered by a veil that wrapped around your neck, and a large brooch glimmered in the dappled sunlight, holding it together. But you didn't look well, and for a moment he wondered if you were ill, so bent was your posture, your face blank as you gazed at nothing. His heart felt like it was squeezed by a force outside of his control as he gripped his sword harder, his hand still on Ravn's collar.
Two servants were behind you, and then three more armed men, and Tovar crept forward carefully through the underbrush. Out in the ford, the wagon lurched and halted as the driver whipped the two horses that were pulling it.
"Get a move on!" one of the guards yelled as he rode up past you, and Tovar sent up a silent prayer.
"Now, Ravn, go to her."
He pushed the dog forward, and Ravn broke into a run, barking as he went.
At the sound of the dog, you looked up, turning in the saddle, and Tovar caught a glimpse of your widening eyes as he rushed the last guard in the line. It was a moment's work to slide his sword into the man's side, and then the shout went up.
"We're under attack! Protect the lord!"
Tovar pulled his sword free as the dead man fell from his horse. Ravn barked, and you gathered your reins, pulling your horse around to face Pero.
The second guard kicked his horse, yanking at the horse to pull it around too, and charged Tovar just as Asgeir's horn blew loud in the forest at the other end of the ford.
"Kill him, there's more coming!" the guard by the wagon yelled as the guard charging Tovar gave up a battle roar.
The horse neighed, and hooves kicked dangerously close to his head as Tovar stepped back, dodging round the side of the narrow path. The guard tried to turn the horse again as he lost sight of Tovar's sword, but it was too late. The horse stumbled as its leg was cut, and a moment later, Tovar drove his sword into the side of the man.
Two down.
The guard by the wagon had turned to the sound of the horn blowing, three of the men at the front chasing after the men they believed hidden in the forest. The lord and one guard stood battle ready at the mouth of the gully.
As the horse screamed Tovar darted forward, grabbing hold of the reins of your horse.
"Run, hide in the forest with Ravn."
You nodded, holding on tight as the horse stomped underneath you, "Be careful."
There wasn't time for more. Ravn barked and darted forward, as the guard by the wagon shouted a warning.
"Protect the lady!"
Tovar slapped the rump of your horse and it took off, splashing through the water. Ravn barked again, and the lord roared as he spotted the dog.
"That's her dog! Grab her! They've come for her! Don't let her escape!
You spurred your horse as Cuthbert's stallion reared at the sight of Ravn, neighing in fear, and you charged, putting Ravn between yourself and Cuthbert's horse as he made to grab you. It reared again, and Ravn nipped at Cuthbert's legs as he screamed and lost his grip, tumbling into the water.
"Ravn, here!" you called with a backwards glance, letting your horse gallop at full speed into the gully, and he followed.
"Get after her! With me!" Cuthbert roared, stumbling to his feet as his destrier fled into the woods, "Kill him, and catch her!"
Tovar saw you ride off as the two remaining guards wrangled their horses under control, and he advanced on the one closest. He was still on his horse, and he grinned as he saw Tovar approach, raising his sword. Tovar stepped forward, two quick steps, and feinted an attack, nicking the horse's chest with only the tip of his long sword, as the guard swung wide. The animal screamed and stumbled, and Tovar slipped to the side as the sword cut nothing but air, grabbing the guard's arm and pulling him from the horse. The blood smeared his hand as he drove his own sword into the man's neck, turning the water red beneath him.
As he pulled his sword free he looked up into the gully, and saw you. You'd paused, turning to look back at the scene, and with panic he waved, yelling.
"Ride! Ride!"
Cuthbert saw you too, as Tovar raised his sword again.
"Kill him!" Cuthbert screamed, drawing his own sword, and the last mounted guard between them readied for the attack, levelling his long spear.
Tovar swore under his breath, there was no room for a proper charge. The wagon blocked half the ford and dead men and frightened horses blocked the rest, yet the guard came on regardless, water splashing around the horse.
Tovar stepped aside at the last moment, using the horse's momentum to dodge. The point of the spear hissed past his ribs and he slashed at the shaft, knocking it aside. The horse thundered past him.
"Coward!" the guard shouted, wrenching the animal around and drawing his sword as he realised the spear was too cumbersome in the tight space. Tovar spun around, and steel rang as their blades met, the horse almost knocking into him as it charged through the stream.
The force of the sword's blow jarred Tovar's arm all the way to the shoulder, the hit holding more force than he expected. And the guard pressed him immediately, striking high and then low. Tovar gave ground, grunting as he parried another attack. Two years ago this man would've been dead already, two years ago he was much stronger, faster.
The thought flashed through his mind as the guard threw another blow against his sword, and Tovar turned it aside. Going low, he drove a cut at the man's thigh, but the guard twisted away, and came at him with a savage backhand stroke.
Pain exploded through Tovar's right arm and he staggered back as blood splashed across his sleeve. The sword had sliced deep into the flesh between shoulder and elbow, and for a heartbeat his arm went numb as he stumbled back.
The guard grinned, "You're done, cur," and perhaps Tovar should've been. Two years of thralldom had taken its toll, he was out of breath, unfit and tired. But years of fighting had taught him something that he called upon now; survival. And now, more than ever, he had to survive.
Egging his horse on, the guard raised his sword for a killing blow, but Tovar stepped into the swing, and the blade tore through his cloak instead of his neck. His arm screamed in pain as he crashed into the horse's shoulder and the animal reared. The guard lost his balance and grabbed for the reins, but it was too late.
Tovar drove his sword up beneath the man's arm, a gasp escaping him as blood bubbled from his lips. He toppled from the saddle and struck the water with a splash as the horse fled and Tovar's sword was wrenched free. His right arm burned, warm blood dripping down from his fingers, as he tightened the grip on the hilt, and looked towards the gully and drew a deep breath of relief. There was no sight of you, you'd slipped away, and now all he had to do was reach you.
Cuthbert cursed as Tovar advanced on him, "I'll see you hung for this. She is my wife, the Norsemen have no right to her anymore."
"No one has any right to her," Tovar spat, as Cuthbert tried to find better ground to fight, the two men circling each other, "I'll kill you for what you did to her, and let you bleed out like a stuck pig right here on the road."
Suddenly footsteps came crashing through the underbrush, and Tovar swung round as Asgeir came stumbling out, his axe held high and blood streaming from a cut on his cheek. A shout went up behind him, and as Tovar and Asgeir hastily retreated towards the mouth of the gully, Cuthbert looked triumphant. From the woods three guards came running, panting as they skidded to a halt by their lord.
"Where is she?" Asgeir asked Tovar as they closed ranks at the narrowest part of the road.
"She got away, with Ravn, down the gully. These are the last ones."
Asgeir glanced at Tovar's arm as they retreated another step, blood was still dripping down his hand, mixing with the blood on the blade.
"That's a deep cut, you're not much use in a fight now," he commented, and Tovar growled.
"I can still fight."
"But you're no use to her dead, I'll hold them off."
Tovar took his eyes off the advancing men for a moment, they were moving slower now, faced with the two men and the sharp sides of the gully. Asgeir saw Tovar's look, and gave a sharp jerk with his chin.
"Go to your wife," he said as his eyes flicked toward the gully, "And your child."
It was all Tovar needed, with one last nod at Asgeir, he turned and ran. Behind him a battle roar went up, and he knew the old Viking would put up a hard fight.
Asgeir listened as Tovar sprinted away down the road behind him, and then he roared, raising his axe as the men charged down the narrow path. The first one sprinted up, and Asgeir blocked his swing, the impact ringing out through the forest, metal on metal. The hook of the axe caught the sword and swung it to the side, and Asgeir gave the man's chest a swift kick that sent him stumbling backwards.
But the second man was right behind, the sword narrowly missing Asgeir's neck as he dodged back. His axe came up, and a powerful swing drove home, deep into the man's side. He screamed and grabbed at his belly as the sword fell useless to the ground, blood pouring out. But the first man was back on his feet, and he swung his sword, forcing Asgeir back another step as the lord urged the last guard on. Metal rang against metal again, and Asgeir felt his strength waning, blow upon blow raining down on him, his axe taking every hit as the two men pushed him back.
The gully opened up, giving more space, and Asgeir lunged, a final effort, blocking a hit with his left arm, his right lodged his old battle worn axe deep into the neck of the first guard.
Asgeir roared in pain as his left arm shattered, but the man in front was dead as he stumbled to his knees.
One less for Tovar to fight.
Wrenching the axe free, he swung around, but the sword slid into his side, reaching his lungs in one swift motion. Trying to draw breath, he coughed once, and fell into the pool of blood.
The sound of your heart was deafening in your ears as you raced down the road, your breath coming in quick bursts, and your mind was spinning. Risking a glance over your shoulder you saw no pursuers, but you couldn't hear anything over the sound of the horse's hooves. Ravn was sprinting next to the horse, and just seeing him made you feel safer. He wouldn't let any of the guards get close to you if they caught up.
Looking up ahead again you saw a track leave the straight Roman road and disappear into the woods, and you pulled on the reins, slowing your horse as you glanced back again. How far were you supposed to go? How would Pero find you if you just kept riding?
The track was almost overgrown, and dark in the early morning light, as you slipped off your horse, making up your mind. A sharp slap on the rump sent it off down the road, and you hurried off towards the half hidden track. Putting your hand inside your skirts, you pulled out the small dog Pero had carved, and set it down on the side of the path. Not where it would be spotted by anyone, but by someone looking for a sign.
"Come on, Ravn, in here. If he doesn't see it, you'll have to guide me back to him."
The track wound through the overgrown bushes, and the sharp thorns caught on your veil as you hurried through. Impatiently you tugged it off, your hair coming free as you came to a dead end.
A low barrow stood at the centre of a clearing, the forest thick around the edges, and you quickly looked around, circling the mound. There was nowhere to go but into the thick forest, but the familiar carvings on the stone that stood by the overgrown entrance of the old burial mound calmed you. Turning around, you faced the track. This was where either Pero or Cuthbert would find you, next to the long forgotten grave of a Norseman who'd died in this foreign country. If you died here, Freya would at least find you. You unsheathed the dagger under your cloak, and held it tight in your hand as you steeled yourself for what would come next.
Tovar sprinted down the road as the shouts of battle fell away behind him. He wished he'd had time to grab one of the horses, catching up to you on foot would be slow, and he had no idea of how far you'd ridden. He could already feel his strength waning, he wouldn't last much longer. His arm was throbbing, and he changed his grip, holding his sword in his left hand. The blood was no longer dripping down onto his hand, but the hilt of his sword was sticky and wet under his fingers.
Gripping it tighter he adjusted his stride, loping down the track while trying to listen for foot steps behind him. The forest was dense on both sides and he could see the fresh hoof prints from your horse racing ahead in the mud.
His side cramped and forced him to stop, pressing his palm against his ribs as he gulped for air. He only gave himself a few seconds though, then he pushed on, taking long strides. Up ahead he could see the tree thinning out, maybe coming out into the fields again. If he could get out there he might be able to spot you.
Suddenly he glimpsed a flash of white in the corner of his eyes and he stopped, taking a step back. The hoof prints were jumbled here, and he saw Ravn's prints too. The horse had stopped and then raced on ahead, but not Ravn. Crouching down he dragged his hand through the long grass and found what had caught his eye.
"Lista, cariño," he mumbled, picking up the white bone dog hiding in the weeds. The narrow trail was almost hidden from view, but he pushed aside a branch and hurried down the narrow track.
Ravn was pressed to your side, his ears pointed towards where the track led into the clearing, and you could hear the branches rustling too. You wouldn't hide, or run. Ravn would defend you, and you wouldn't let anyone take you again without a fight. Not now that you knew Pero was alive, and here! He was really here! You'd hardly believed your eyes when you saw him charging out from the forest, his sword raised. But his voice as he told you to run, that shook life into you again, and now you knew you had to fight and hold on until he made it here.
Ravn growled as someone pushed through the branches, but your knees almost buckled in relief.
"Pero!"
It took him only a heartbeat to reach you, his hands grabbing your arms as you stumbled towards him. His mouth was on yours, hard and bruising, as you gasped, trying to grab him, make him come closer even though he was already pressed against you.
"Amor, mi vida," he mumbled, pressing another firm kiss against your lips, "Are you unharmed? Are you hurt?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sobbed as he held your face between his hands, his forehead against yours.
"Are you hurt?" he asked again, and you shook your head.
"No, I'm…"
His hand slipped down to your belly, barely beginning to swell, so much had happened in such a short time, "Is she well?"
You had to laugh, between tears and kisses, "Are you so certain it's a girl, my love? She is fine, I hope. It's still too early to tell."
"Are you sure you're unharmed?" he asked again, his eyebrows pulled tight as he ran his hands over your dress, "This is so much blood."
You lifted your hand, and it came away sticky from his arm, blood coating your palm, and ice filled your veins.
"Pero, you're injured, show me your arm."
"It's just a small cut, it's not bleeding anymore. Amor, we have to get away from here," he replied, his hands still holding onto your shoulders as you pushed back the fabric of his tunic where it had been ripped. Beneath it his skin was cold to the touch, and slick with blood.
"It's not a small cut, Pero," you said, shrugging off his hands so that you could rip open the sleeve and expose the wound below. The sight made your stomach churn, "I need to stitch this up, and clean it. And you're still losing blood."
"There's no time," he protested as you pulled your scarf from where you'd tucked it into your belt.
"We did not survive this long, and come this far, for you to bleed out here," you snapped at him, fear making your hands tremble as you wrapped the white silk tight around his arm, praying it would stem the flow of blood.
"Amor," he replied, his voice suddenly soft as he cupped your cheek with his other hand, "I won't die here, not now that I've found you again."
You leaned your face into his hand, closing your eyes as you felt his callused fingers caress your skin, you'd missed his touch so much.
"Is there a path into the forest?" he asked after a moment, "We need to hide our tracks an-"
A low growl from Ravn cut him off, and you glanced down at the dog. His hackles were up, and he was growling at where the path met the clearing. Pero turned around and pushed you behind his back, pulling his sword out with his left hand as a branch snapped in the forest.
Pero cursed low as one of the Ealdorman's guards pushed through the brush, followed by the Ealdorman himself, his sword raised.
"Who sent him?" Cuthbert spat, "Your father? I'll burn his pitiful farm to the ground for crossing me. Hand her over, and I'll kill you quick."
The last thing he said to Tovar, who growled and pushed you back a step.
"You're the one who'll die here for what you did to her," he replied, and Ravn snarled, his teeth bared.
Cuthbert glanced at the large dog licking its lips as it dropped its head between its thick shoulders. With a shove he pushed the final guard towards Tovar.
"Take him, kill the dog too."
The guard looked uncertain, Ravn's snarls left no questions about what would happen if they attacked. His sword was raised, but he looked nervous as he took a short step towards Tovar.
It happened so fast you nearly lost track of Pero as Ravn leapt forward. The guard tried to dodge, but Ravn caught his ankle in his jaws, clamping his powerful teeth around the man's shin. The sword swiped down as the guard yelled, and Ravn whined, letting go just as Tovar struck. His blow would've taken the guard's head clean off, but Cuthbert charged and rammed his arm, making Tovar roar in pain as he stumbled to his knees.
"Pero!" you called, rushing forward as the guard raised his sword. Tovar's face was pale and drawn as the blow hit his sword, and he couldn't hold against it. Falling back on to his back, Tovar tried to raise it again just as Cuthbert grabbed your neck, his arm coming up under your chin. With force he pulled you back, and you felt the cold blade nick your skin as you cried out.
The guard struck again, gasping as his sword drove into the soft ground, as Tovar's sword slid into his chest. The weight of his body forced him down over it, and blood coated Tovar's arm as it poured out, dark and shining.
Pero shoved the dead man off him and stumbled to his knees, raising his sword at the Ealdorman.
"Let her go, and I'll let you live," he said, but his sword arm was useless, and his left was trembling, and he knew the Ealdorman could see how spent he was as he forced himself to stand.
"No, you leave, and I'll let her live," he replied, forcing your head back a smidge, as the knife cut into your skin again.
"If you touch her again…" Pero growled, taking a step forward, as you struggled to find your balance with your head forced back.
Cuthbert grabbed your jaw, his fingers digging into your bones as he moved the knife down to your belly, twisting your body as your fingers moved.
"I'll cut her bastard out first," he threatened as your hand closed around the hilt, pulling your dagger free.
The air escaped him with a wince when it slipped up under his ribs, his body tightening its grip on you for a moment.
"No."
His eyes were wide as you twisted the blade deep in his lungs, watching blood stain his lips as his breath rattled, and his dagger clattered to the ground.
Pero was next to you with two long strides, shoving Cuthbert away, and grabbing your dagger as the man fell onto his back with a heavy thud.
Pero's arms were around you again as he pulled you back, as if he was afraid the man drawing a final rattling breath would suddenly try to grab you again.
"Mi amor," he panted as he tried to turn you away from the sight, his hands moving over your neck where it had been cut. But you stood rooted, watching the blood of the Ealdorman seep into the ground, before you spat on it.
"May the Norns cut away your name."
Chapter 19
I hope you loved this chapter! Action is so hard to write, but I think it's fun, and I hope you could picture the fight as it developed, and that I kept you on the edge of your seat! And, finally reunited again!!
I think this might be the chapter you've been waiting for, so please enjoy! But be aware of graphic violence, blood and injuries, death and destruction. All the things we want Tovar to bring as he finally goes after his wife…
Set in the 11th century, the plot centers around Pero Tovar as he's caputured and sold as a thrall to a Norse family. Bad fate finds him, and he struggles to free himself and escape. But he also meets new people who in time become friends and allies, and bad fate, can turn into good fortune for both him, and the most unlikely Norse woman.
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Warnings for the whole series: graphic violence, slavery, abuse, sexual and otherwise, references to non-con sex, arranged marriages, time period typical stereotypes of both men and women and anyone "foreign".
No use of Y/N and the reader is kept as blank as possible, but, she's the daughter a Norse lord in 11th century Norway and will have features that correlate to that.
Tovar watched Godric return the way they'd come, and sent up a prayer that the man would be safe and find his way to Merewic. He wasn't a religious man, even less so after the past two years, but maybe someone would listen and watch out for Godric.
The sound of horses on the road pulled his attention back, and he saw a rider leading a second horse approach from the city gate. Suddenly he heard a low bark, and a large dog emerged from the shadows, and bounded towards him.
"Ravn!" he exclaimed, catching the shaggy dog as it tried to jump up onto him, clearly forgetting he was no longer a puppy, "How are you here?!"
"She wasn't allowed to bring him to Northmere," Asgeir said as he halted the horses, "So she made me promise to take him back to Ulvehi, but I know it broke her heart to leave him behind. Seems only fitting we reunite her with both him and you tonight."
Tovar gave Ravn's head a scratch, and then took the reins to the second horse from Asgeir.
"Lead the way, we need to move fast if we're to catch them on the road tomorrow."
"Yes, we have a lot of ground to cover. And it will be slow going in this rain, so we better get moving."
Tovar nodded, and swung himself into the saddle of the roan gelding. It would be a long night, and his body would feel it tomorrow, but he needed to push that to the side now. He had a feeling tomorrow would either end with you back in his arms, or not at all, and he would need all his strength and wit to force the best outcome.
Without another word, the two men set off down the road, shadowed by Ravn.
They had some luck with the weather, not an hour had passed before the insistent drizzle suddenly stopped, and the dark clouds began to drift apart, showing a moon that was almost full. The road became brighter, and they could pick up speed, covering more ground.
"Tell me about this lord that she's been forced to marry," Tovar said as Asgeir came up alongside him on his horse, "You let slip that he is not a good man, but she already knew that."
"He is not," Asgeir replied, "Or maybe he is as all Christian husbands are. But there was fear in his household, and after the wedding I heard…" he cast a nervous glance at Tovar who scowled at him.
"Speak," he barked, "Let me hear what he did to her, I need to know."
"The envoy that came to Ulvehi, Edmund; they say he runs the household, not the Ealdorman. There was talk that he threatened to put his own child in her belly if she didn't conceive fast enough with the lord."
Tovar's grip on his reins tightened until his horse neighed and shook its head in protest. The image of what would've been done to you was all too clear in his head.
"And is this Edmund travelling with them now," he asked between gritted teeth.
"No, he's stayed behind in York."
"Pity," Tovar growled, and dug his heels into the horse's sides, spurring it on.
As the first rays of sun began to chase them from the east, they reached a small hamlet, a thegn's hall at the centre.
"This must be Hartham, those are Cuthbert's banners, I recognise the crest," Asgeir said, pointing from the edge of a small forest they had just ridden through.
"Look at the size of that place. We cannot attack it, we'll never get her out."
Asgeir nodded, and the two men watched Hartham in silence for a little while as they both thought over their options. The small hamlet was waking up, smoke rising from the houses, and they could see people moving about as they went about their chores.
Eventually Tovar broke the silence, "I have an idea, follow me," he said, turning his horse to the side.
Leading them around Hartham, making sure they stayed out of sight, he made his way back up to the road where it disappeared into a forest again.
"The road must cross that river up ahead," Tovar said as they were back in shelter of the forest, "And there is no other road leading away from it. Let's find the ford, and see if it's a good spot for an ambush. If not, we scout ahead."
Asgeir nodded, and followed Tovar as he set off at sharp canter, Ravn running next to his horse. As they rode, Tovar went through his options. An ambush with only two men and a dog was a gamble. And he wasn't sure he could trust Asgeir, he might be waiting for an opportunity to capture or kill him, and win glory from the Jarl. But on the other hand, he could've just brought the guards from York and taken him as he waited with Godric. Two runaway thralls at the same time…
Tovar sighed, and slowed his horse as the road approached the river. He would have to trust Asgeir, he had no other choice. This was his best chance to get you back, and he needed all the help he could get.
"Here," he said, halting his horse, "This is a good spot. They will have to ride single file across the ford, and then continue up that gully," he pointed up along where the road continued on between high banks, "When the first few are across, I'll set Ravn loose. He will run for her, and she'll know it's me who's come for her. I'll attack the last few men first, create some chaos as Ravn scares the horses."
"Sounds like a good plan, kill as many of them as possible before they realise what's happening," Asgeir replied, "Should I attack the front of the line as they turn back towards your attack?"
"No, I want you to blow your horn, unseen, and in the forest. Lure them in and make them think there are more bandits attacking. Once they give chase, try to come back to the ford and kill off any that you see."
Asgeir nodded, "Best we get into position, they'll be coming through here soon."
"Old man," Tovar interrupted Asgeir, "I hope you're still good with that axe. Fight well, and I'll let her decide what to do with you when we're done."
"I'm fighting for her," Asgeir spat back, bristling as his horse moved under him, "The only reason I didn't turn you in back in Jorvik, is because I see that you love her enough to risk your life by coming here and freeing her. And I am old, if I die protecting her so be it, I'll be in Valhalla before the sun sets."
He pulled his horse around, and disappeared between the trees, before Tovar could reply. He watched the other man ride off for a few moments with a frown. All he could do now was trust him, and hope for a swift battle.
He hid his horse in the woods, and then settled in to wait. He stood concealed by a thick oak tree, low shrubs hiding him as he rolled his shoulders and unsheathed his sword. The ride through the night had taken its toll on his body, he wasn't used to riding long distances these days. Even before his capture in England he hadn't been riding much as he lived in the village, and the two years of thralldom had weakened his body. He felt it now as he tried to shake life back into his stiff limbs. Everything depended on the next hour, and he felt fear trickle down his spine in an unfamiliar way. He'd come close to death many times, on the battlefield, in brawls, bandit attacks. He'd even woken up once with a blade against his throat, as a man he'd trusted stole his belongings. But he'd never really feared a battle, not in the way he did now. If he was killed today, he would leave you, and his child, behind. And the life he'd condemn you to then, he didn't even want to think about.
A low growl from Ravn by his side pulled him from his thoughts. Sinking down to his haunches, he peered through the trees with his hand on the large dog's collar. Before too long, he too heard the sounds of horses on the old Roman road, and a few minutes later, the first rider came through. As the party approached the ford, they paused, four riders crossing single file, then Lord Cuthbert on his large destrier. The grey horse snorted and tossed his head as the lord spurred him into the water. It was a young stallion, inexperienced and hot, and it danced back and forth across the ford as the lord tried to control him.
Ravn whined as he spotted you, riding behind the wagon, as it entered the ford, and Tovar's eyes flew to you. Your head was bent, your hair covered by a veil that wrapped around your neck, and a large brooch glimmered in the dappled sunlight, holding it together. But you didn't look well, and for a moment he wondered if you were ill, so bent was your posture, your face blank as you gazed at nothing. His heart felt like it was squeezed by a force outside of his control as he gripped his sword harder, his hand still on Ravn's collar.
Two servants were behind you, and then three more armed men, and Tovar crept forward carefully through the underbrush. Out in the ford, the wagon lurched and halted as the driver whipped the two horses that were pulling it.
"Get a move on!" one of the guards yelled as he rode up past you, and Tovar sent up a silent prayer.
"Now, Ravn, go to her."
He pushed the dog forward, and Ravn broke into a run, barking as he went.
At the sound of the dog, you looked up, turning in the saddle, and Tovar caught a glimpse of your widening eyes as he rushed the last guard in the line. It was a moment's work to slide his sword into the man's side, and then the shout went up.
"We're under attack! Protect the lord!"
Tovar pulled his sword free as the dead man fell from his horse. Ravn barked, and you gathered your reins, pulling your horse around to face Pero.
The second guard kicked his horse, yanking at the horse to pull it around too, and charged Tovar just as Asgeir's horn blew loud in the forest at the other end of the ford.
"Kill him, there's more coming!" the guard by the wagon yelled as the guard charging Tovar gave up a battle roar.
The horse neighed, and hooves kicked dangerously close to his head as Tovar stepped back, dodging round the side of the narrow path. The guard tried to turn the horse again as he lost sight of Tovar's sword, but it was too late. The horse stumbled as its leg was cut, and a moment later, Tovar drove his sword into the side of the man.
Two down.
The guard by the wagon had turned to the sound of the horn blowing, three of the men at the front chasing after the men they believed hidden in the forest. The lord and one guard stood battle ready at the mouth of the gully.
As the horse screamed Tovar darted forward, grabbing hold of the reins of your horse.
"Run, hide in the forest with Ravn."
You nodded, holding on tight as the horse stomped underneath you, "Be careful."
There wasn't time for more. Ravn barked and darted forward, as the guard by the wagon shouted a warning.
"Protect the lady!"
Tovar slapped the rump of your horse and it took off, splashing through the water. Ravn barked again, and the lord roared as he spotted the dog.
"That's her dog! Grab her! They've come for her! Don't let her escape!
You spurred your horse as Cuthbert's stallion reared at the sight of Ravn, neighing in fear, and you charged, putting Ravn between yourself and Cuthbert's horse as he made to grab you. It reared again, and Ravn nipped at Cuthbert's legs as he screamed and lost his grip, tumbling into the water.
"Ravn, here!" you called with a backwards glance, letting your horse gallop at full speed into the gully, and he followed.
"Get after her! With me!" Cuthbert roared, stumbling to his feet as his destrier fled into the woods, "Kill him, and catch her!"
Tovar saw you ride off as the two remaining guards wrangled their horses under control, and he advanced on the one closest. He was still on his horse, and he grinned as he saw Tovar approach, raising his sword. Tovar stepped forward, two quick steps, and feinted an attack, nicking the horse's chest with only the tip of his long sword, as the guard swung wide. The animal screamed and stumbled, and Tovar slipped to the side as the sword cut nothing but air, grabbing the guard's arm and pulling him from the horse. The blood smeared his hand as he drove his own sword into the man's neck, turning the water red beneath him.
As he pulled his sword free he looked up into the gully, and saw you. You'd paused, turning to look back at the scene, and with panic he waved, yelling.
"Ride! Ride!"
Cuthbert saw you too, as Tovar raised his sword again.
"Kill him!" Cuthbert screamed, drawing his own sword, and the last mounted guard between them readied for the attack, levelling his long spear.
Tovar swore under his breath, there was no room for a proper charge. The wagon blocked half the ford and dead men and frightened horses blocked the rest, yet the guard came on regardless, water splashing around the horse.
Tovar stepped aside at the last moment, using the horse's momentum to dodge. The point of the spear hissed past his ribs and he slashed at the shaft, knocking it aside. The horse thundered past him.
"Coward!" the guard shouted, wrenching the animal around and drawing his sword as he realised the spear was too cumbersome in the tight space. Tovar spun around, and steel rang as their blades met, the horse almost knocking into him as it charged through the stream.
The force of the sword's blow jarred Tovar's arm all the way to the shoulder, the hit holding more force than he expected. And the guard pressed him immediately, striking high and then low. Tovar gave ground, grunting as he parried another attack. Two years ago this man would've been dead already, two years ago he was much stronger, faster.
The thought flashed through his mind as the guard threw another blow against his sword, and Tovar turned it aside. Going low, he drove a cut at the man's thigh, but the guard twisted away, and came at him with a savage backhand stroke.
Pain exploded through Tovar's right arm and he staggered back as blood splashed across his sleeve. The sword had sliced deep into the flesh between shoulder and elbow, and for a heartbeat his arm went numb as he stumbled back.
The guard grinned, "You're done, cur," and perhaps Tovar should've been. Two years of thralldom had taken its toll, he was out of breath, unfit and tired. But years of fighting had taught him something that he called upon now; survival. And now, more than ever, he had to survive.
Egging his horse on, the guard raised his sword for a killing blow, but Tovar stepped into the swing, and the blade tore through his cloak instead of his neck. His arm screamed in pain as he crashed into the horse's shoulder and the animal reared. The guard lost his balance and grabbed for the reins, but it was too late.
Tovar drove his sword up beneath the man's arm, a gasp escaping him as blood bubbled from his lips. He toppled from the saddle and struck the water with a splash as the horse fled and Tovar's sword was wrenched free. His right arm burned, warm blood dripping down from his fingers, as he tightened the grip on the hilt, and looked towards the gully and drew a deep breath of relief. There was no sight of you, you'd slipped away, and now all he had to do was reach you.
Cuthbert cursed as Tovar advanced on him, "I'll see you hung for this. She is my wife, the Norsemen have no right to her anymore."
"No one has any right to her," Tovar spat, as Cuthbert tried to find better ground to fight, the two men circling each other, "I'll kill you for what you did to her, and let you bleed out like a stuck pig right here on the road."
Suddenly footsteps came crashing through the underbrush, and Tovar swung round as Asgeir came stumbling out, his axe held high and blood streaming from a cut on his cheek. A shout went up behind him, and as Tovar and Asgeir hastily retreated towards the mouth of the gully, Cuthbert looked triumphant. From the woods three guards came running, panting as they skidded to a halt by their lord.
"Where is she?" Asgeir asked Tovar as they closed ranks at the narrowest part of the road.
"She got away, with Ravn, down the gully. These are the last ones."
Asgeir glanced at Tovar's arm as they retreated another step, blood was still dripping down his hand, mixing with the blood on the blade.
"That's a deep cut, you're not much use in a fight now," he commented, and Tovar growled.
"I can still fight."
"But you're no use to her dead, I'll hold them off."
Tovar took his eyes off the advancing men for a moment, they were moving slower now, faced with the two men and the sharp sides of the gully. Asgeir saw Tovar's look, and gave a sharp jerk with his chin.
"Go to your wife," he said as his eyes flicked toward the gully, "And your child."
It was all Tovar needed, with one last nod at Asgeir, he turned and ran. Behind him a battle roar went up, and he knew the old Viking would put up a hard fight.
Asgeir listened as Tovar sprinted away down the road behind him, and then he roared, raising his axe as the men charged down the narrow path. The first one sprinted up, and Asgeir blocked his swing, the impact ringing out through the forest, metal on metal. The hook of the axe caught the sword and swung it to the side, and Asgeir gave the man's chest a swift kick that sent him stumbling backwards.
But the second man was right behind, the sword narrowly missing Asgeir's neck as he dodged back. His axe came up, and a powerful swing drove home, deep into the man's side. He screamed and grabbed at his belly as the sword fell useless to the ground, blood pouring out. But the first man was back on his feet, and he swung his sword, forcing Asgeir back another step as the lord urged the last guard on. Metal rang against metal again, and Asgeir felt his strength waning, blow upon blow raining down on him, his axe taking every hit as the two men pushed him back.
The gully opened up, giving more space, and Asgeir lunged, a final effort, blocking a hit with his left arm, his right lodged his old battle worn axe deep into the neck of the first guard.
Asgeir roared in pain as his left arm shattered, but the man in front was dead as he stumbled to his knees.
One less for Tovar to fight.
Wrenching the axe free, he swung around, but the sword slid into his side, reaching his lungs in one swift motion. Trying to draw breath, he coughed once, and fell into the pool of blood.
The sound of your heart was deafening in your ears as you raced down the road, your breath coming in quick bursts, and your mind was spinning. Risking a glance over your shoulder you saw no pursuers, but you couldn't hear anything over the sound of the horse's hooves. Ravn was sprinting next to the horse, and just seeing him made you feel safer. He wouldn't let any of the guards get close to you if they caught up.
Looking up ahead again you saw a track leave the straight Roman road and disappear into the woods, and you pulled on the reins, slowing your horse as you glanced back again. How far were you supposed to go? How would Pero find you if you just kept riding?
The track was almost overgrown, and dark in the early morning light, as you slipped off your horse, making up your mind. A sharp slap on the rump sent it off down the road, and you hurried off towards the half hidden track. Putting your hand inside your skirts, you pulled out the small dog Pero had carved, and set it down on the side of the path. Not where it would be spotted by anyone, but by someone looking for a sign.
"Come on, Ravn, in here. If he doesn't see it, you'll have to guide me back to him."
The track wound through the overgrown bushes, and the sharp thorns caught on your veil as you hurried through. Impatiently you tugged it off, your hair coming free as you came to a dead end.
A low barrow stood at the centre of a clearing, the forest thick around the edges, and you quickly looked around, circling the mound. There was nowhere to go but into the thick forest, but the familiar carvings on the stone that stood by the overgrown entrance of the old burial mound calmed you. Turning around, you faced the track. This was where either Pero or Cuthbert would find you, next to the long forgotten grave of a Norseman who'd died in this foreign country. If you died here, Freya would at least find you. You unsheathed the dagger under your cloak, and held it tight in your hand as you steeled yourself for what would come next.
Tovar sprinted down the road as the shouts of battle fell away behind him. He wished he'd had time to grab one of the horses, catching up to you on foot would be slow, and he had no idea of how far you'd ridden. He could already feel his strength waning, he wouldn't last much longer. His arm was throbbing, and he changed his grip, holding his sword in his left hand. The blood was no longer dripping down onto his hand, but the hilt of his sword was sticky and wet under his fingers.
Gripping it tighter he adjusted his stride, loping down the track while trying to listen for foot steps behind him. The forest was dense on both sides and he could see the fresh hoof prints from your horse racing ahead in the mud.
His side cramped and forced him to stop, pressing his palm against his ribs as he gulped for air. He only gave himself a few seconds though, then he pushed on, taking long strides. Up ahead he could see the tree thinning out, maybe coming out into the fields again. If he could get out there he might be able to spot you.
Suddenly he glimpsed a flash of white in the corner of his eyes and he stopped, taking a step back. The hoof prints were jumbled here, and he saw Ravn's prints too. The horse had stopped and then raced on ahead, but not Ravn. Crouching down he dragged his hand through the long grass and found what had caught his eye.
"Lista, cariño," he mumbled, picking up the white bone dog hiding in the weeds. The narrow trail was almost hidden from view, but he pushed aside a branch and hurried down the narrow track.
Ravn was pressed to your side, his ears pointed towards where the track led into the clearing, and you could hear the branches rustling too. You wouldn't hide, or run. Ravn would defend you, and you wouldn't let anyone take you again without a fight. Not now that you knew Pero was alive, and here! He was really here! You'd hardly believed your eyes when you saw him charging out from the forest, his sword raised. But his voice as he told you to run, that shook life into you again, and now you knew you had to fight and hold on until he made it here.
Ravn growled as someone pushed through the branches, but your knees almost buckled in relief.
"Pero!"
It took him only a heartbeat to reach you, his hands grabbing your arms as you stumbled towards him. His mouth was on yours, hard and bruising, as you gasped, trying to grab him, make him come closer even though he was already pressed against you.
"Amor, mi vida," he mumbled, pressing another firm kiss against your lips, "Are you unharmed? Are you hurt?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sobbed as he held your face between his hands, his forehead against yours.
"Are you hurt?" he asked again, and you shook your head.
"No, I'm…"
His hand slipped down to your belly, barely beginning to swell, so much had happened in such a short time, "Is she well?"
You had to laugh, between tears and kisses, "Are you so certain it's a girl, my love? She is fine, I hope. It's still too early to tell."
"Are you sure you're unharmed?" he asked again, his eyebrows pulled tight as he ran his hands over your dress, "This is so much blood."
You lifted your hand, and it came away sticky from his arm, blood coating your palm, and ice filled your veins.
"Pero, you're injured, show me your arm."
"It's just a small cut, it's not bleeding anymore. Amor, we have to get away from here," he replied, his hands still holding onto your shoulders as you pushed back the fabric of his tunic where it had been ripped. Beneath it his skin was cold to the touch, and slick with blood.
"It's not a small cut, Pero," you said, shrugging off his hands so that you could rip open the sleeve and expose the wound below. The sight made your stomach churn, "I need to stitch this up, and clean it. And you're still losing blood."
"There's no time," he protested as you pulled your scarf from where you'd tucked it into your belt.
"We did not survive this long, and come this far, for you to bleed out here," you snapped at him, fear making your hands tremble as you wrapped the white silk tight around his arm, praying it would stem the flow of blood.
"Amor," he replied, his voice suddenly soft as he cupped your cheek with his other hand, "I won't die here, not now that I've found you again."
You leaned your face into his hand, closing your eyes as you felt his callused fingers caress your skin, you'd missed his touch so much.
"Is there a path into the forest?" he asked after a moment, "We need to hide our tracks an-"
A low growl from Ravn cut him off, and you glanced down at the dog. His hackles were up, and he was growling at where the path met the clearing. Pero turned around and pushed you behind his back, pulling his sword out with his left hand as a branch snapped in the forest.
Pero cursed low as one of the Ealdorman's guards pushed through the brush, followed by the Ealdorman himself, his sword raised.
"Who sent him?" Cuthbert spat, "Your father? I'll burn his pitiful farm to the ground for crossing me. Hand her over, and I'll kill you quick."
The last thing he said to Tovar, who growled and pushed you back a step.
"You're the one who'll die here for what you did to her," he replied, and Ravn snarled, his teeth bared.
Cuthbert glanced at the large dog licking its lips as it dropped its head between its thick shoulders. With a shove he pushed the final guard towards Tovar.
"Take him, kill the dog too."
The guard looked uncertain, Ravn's snarls left no questions about what would happen if they attacked. His sword was raised, but he looked nervous as he took a short step towards Tovar.
It happened so fast you nearly lost track of Pero as Ravn leapt forward. The guard tried to dodge, but Ravn caught his ankle in his jaws, clamping his powerful teeth around the man's shin. The sword swiped down as the guard yelled, and Ravn whined, letting go just as Tovar struck. His blow would've taken the guard's head clean off, but Cuthbert charged and rammed his arm, making Tovar roar in pain as he stumbled to his knees.
"Pero!" you called, rushing forward as the guard raised his sword. Tovar's face was pale and drawn as the blow hit his sword, and he couldn't hold against it. Falling back on to his back, Tovar tried to raise it again just as Cuthbert grabbed your neck, his arm coming up under your chin. With force he pulled you back, and you felt the cold blade nick your skin as you cried out.
The guard struck again, gasping as his sword drove into the soft ground, as Tovar's sword slid into his chest. The weight of his body forced him down over it, and blood coated Tovar's arm as it poured out, dark and shining.
Pero shoved the dead man off him and stumbled to his knees, raising his sword at the Ealdorman.
"Let her go, and I'll let you live," he said, but his sword arm was useless, and his left was trembling, and he knew the Ealdorman could see how spent he was as he forced himself to stand.
"No, you leave, and I'll let her live," he replied, forcing your head back a smidge, as the knife cut into your skin again.
"If you touch her again…" Pero growled, taking a step forward, as you struggled to find your balance with your head forced back.
Cuthbert grabbed your jaw, his fingers digging into your bones as he moved the knife down to your belly, twisting your body as your fingers moved.
"I'll cut her bastard out first," he threatened as your hand closed around the hilt, pulling your dagger free.
The air escaped him with a wince when it slipped up under his ribs, his body tightening its grip on you for a moment.
"No."
His eyes were wide as you twisted the blade deep in his lungs, watching blood stain his lips as his breath rattled, and his dagger clattered to the ground.
Pero was next to you with two long strides, shoving Cuthbert away, and grabbing your dagger as the man fell onto his back with a heavy thud.
Pero's arms were around you again as he pulled you back, as if he was afraid the man drawing a final rattling breath would suddenly try to grab you again.
"Mi amor," he panted as he tried to turn you away from the sight, his hands moving over your neck where it had been cut. But you stood rooted, watching the blood of the Ealdorman seep into the ground, before you spat on it.
"May the Norns cut away your name."
Chapter 19
I hope you loved this chapter! Action is so hard to write, but I think it's fun, and I hope you could picture the fight as it developed, and that I kept you on the edge of your seat! And, finally reunited again!!
I think this might be the chapter you've been waiting for, so please enjoy! But be aware of graphic violence, blood and injuries, death and destruction. All the things we want Tovar to bring as he finally goes after his wife…
Set in the 11th century, the plot centers around Pero Tovar as he's caputured and sold as a thrall to a Norse family. Bad fate finds him, and he struggles to free himself and escape. But he also meets new people who in time become friends and allies, and bad fate, can turn into good fortune for both him, and the most unlikely Norse woman.
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Warnings for the whole series: graphic violence, slavery, abuse, sexual and otherwise, references to non-con sex, arranged marriages, time period typical stereotypes of both men and women and anyone "foreign".
No use of Y/N and the reader is kept as blank as possible, but, she's the daughter a Norse lord in 11th century Norway and will have features that correlate to that.
Tovar watched Godric return the way they'd come, and sent up a prayer that the man would be safe and find his way to Merewic. He wasn't a religious man, even less so after the past two years, but maybe someone would listen and watch out for Godric.
The sound of horses on the road pulled his attention back, and he saw a rider leading a second horse approach from the city gate. Suddenly he heard a low bark, and a large dog emerged from the shadows, and bounded towards him.
"Ravn!" he exclaimed, catching the shaggy dog as it tried to jump up onto him, clearly forgetting he was no longer a puppy, "How are you here?!"
"She wasn't allowed to bring him to Northmere," Asgeir said as he halted the horses, "So she made me promise to take him back to Ulvehi, but I know it broke her heart to leave him behind. Seems only fitting we reunite her with both him and you tonight."
Tovar gave Ravn's head a scratch, and then took the reins to the second horse from Asgeir.
"Lead the way, we need to move fast if we're to catch them on the road tomorrow."
"Yes, we have a lot of ground to cover. And it will be slow going in this rain, so we better get moving."
Tovar nodded, and swung himself into the saddle of the roan gelding. It would be a long night, and his body would feel it tomorrow, but he needed to push that to the side now. He had a feeling tomorrow would either end with you back in his arms, or not at all, and he would need all his strength and wit to force the best outcome.
Without another word, the two men set off down the road, shadowed by Ravn.
They had some luck with the weather, not an hour had passed before the insistent drizzle suddenly stopped, and the dark clouds began to drift apart, showing a moon that was almost full. The road became brighter, and they could pick up speed, covering more ground.
"Tell me about this lord that she's been forced to marry," Tovar said as Asgeir came up alongside him on his horse, "You let slip that he is not a good man, but she already knew that."
"He is not," Asgeir replied, "Or maybe he is as all Christian husbands are. But there was fear in his household, and after the wedding I heard…" he cast a nervous glance at Tovar who scowled at him.
"Speak," he barked, "Let me hear what he did to her, I need to know."
"The envoy that came to Ulvehi, Edmund; they say he runs the household, not the Ealdorman. There was talk that he threatened to put his own child in her belly if she didn't conceive fast enough with the lord."
Tovar's grip on his reins tightened until his horse neighed and shook its head in protest. The image of what would've been done to you was all too clear in his head.
"And is this Edmund travelling with them now," he asked between gritted teeth.
"No, he's stayed behind in York."
"Pity," Tovar growled, and dug his heels into the horse's sides, spurring it on.
As the first rays of sun began to chase them from the east, they reached a small hamlet, a thegn's hall at the centre.
"This must be Hartham, those are Cuthbert's banners, I recognise the crest," Asgeir said, pointing from the edge of a small forest they had just ridden through.
"Look at the size of that place. We cannot attack it, we'll never get her out."
Asgeir nodded, and the two men watched Hartham in silence for a little while as they both thought over their options. The small hamlet was waking up, smoke rising from the houses, and they could see people moving about as they went about their chores.
Eventually Tovar broke the silence, "I have an idea, follow me," he said, turning his horse to the side.
Leading them around Hartham, making sure they stayed out of sight, he made his way back up to the road where it disappeared into a forest again.
"The road must cross that river up ahead," Tovar said as they were back in shelter of the forest, "And there is no other road leading away from it. Let's find the ford, and see if it's a good spot for an ambush. If not, we scout ahead."
Asgeir nodded, and followed Tovar as he set off at sharp canter, Ravn running next to his horse. As they rode, Tovar went through his options. An ambush with only two men and a dog was a gamble. And he wasn't sure he could trust Asgeir, he might be waiting for an opportunity to capture or kill him, and win glory from the Jarl. But on the other hand, he could've just brought the guards from York and taken him as he waited with Godric. Two runaway thralls at the same time…
Tovar sighed, and slowed his horse as the road approached the river. He would have to trust Asgeir, he had no other choice. This was his best chance to get you back, and he needed all the help he could get.
"Here," he said, halting his horse, "This is a good spot. They will have to ride single file across the ford, and then continue up that gully," he pointed up along where the road continued on between high banks, "When the first few are across, I'll set Ravn loose. He will run for her, and she'll know it's me who's come for her. I'll attack the last few men first, create some chaos as Ravn scares the horses."
"Sounds like a good plan, kill as many of them as possible before they realise what's happening," Asgeir replied, "Should I attack the front of the line as they turn back towards your attack?"
"No, I want you to blow your horn, unseen, and in the forest. Lure them in and make them think there are more bandits attacking. Once they give chase, try to come back to the ford and kill off any that you see."
Asgeir nodded, "Best we get into position, they'll be coming through here soon."
"Old man," Tovar interrupted Asgeir, "I hope you're still good with that axe. Fight well, and I'll let her decide what to do with you when we're done."
"I'm fighting for her," Asgeir spat back, bristling as his horse moved under him, "The only reason I didn't turn you in back in Jorvik, is because I see that you love her enough to risk your life by coming here and freeing her. And I am old, if I die protecting her so be it, I'll be in Valhalla before the sun sets."
He pulled his horse around, and disappeared between the trees, before Tovar could reply. He watched the other man ride off for a few moments with a frown. All he could do now was trust him, and hope for a swift battle.
He hid his horse in the woods, and then settled in to wait. He stood concealed by a thick oak tree, low shrubs hiding him as he rolled his shoulders and unsheathed his sword. The ride through the night had taken its toll on his body, he wasn't used to riding long distances these days. Even before his capture in England he hadn't been riding much as he lived in the village, and the two years of thralldom had weakened his body. He felt it now as he tried to shake life back into his stiff limbs. Everything depended on the next hour, and he felt fear trickle down his spine in an unfamiliar way. He'd come close to death many times, on the battlefield, in brawls, bandit attacks. He'd even woken up once with a blade against his throat, as a man he'd trusted stole his belongings. But he'd never really feared a battle, not in the way he did now. If he was killed today, he would leave you, and his child, behind. And the life he'd condemn you to then, he didn't even want to think about.
A low growl from Ravn by his side pulled him from his thoughts. Sinking down to his haunches, he peered through the trees with his hand on the large dog's collar. Before too long, he too heard the sounds of horses on the old Roman road, and a few minutes later, the first rider came through. As the party approached the ford, they paused, four riders crossing single file, then Lord Cuthbert on his large destrier. The grey horse snorted and tossed his head as the lord spurred him into the water. It was a young stallion, inexperienced and hot, and it danced back and forth across the ford as the lord tried to control him.
Ravn whined as he spotted you, riding behind the wagon, as it entered the ford, and Tovar's eyes flew to you. Your head was bent, your hair covered by a veil that wrapped around your neck, and a large brooch glimmered in the dappled sunlight, holding it together. But you didn't look well, and for a moment he wondered if you were ill, so bent was your posture, your face blank as you gazed at nothing. His heart felt like it was squeezed by a force outside of his control as he gripped his sword harder, his hand still on Ravn's collar.
Two servants were behind you, and then three more armed men, and Tovar crept forward carefully through the underbrush. Out in the ford, the wagon lurched and halted as the driver whipped the two horses that were pulling it.
"Get a move on!" one of the guards yelled as he rode up past you, and Tovar sent up a silent prayer.
"Now, Ravn, go to her."
He pushed the dog forward, and Ravn broke into a run, barking as he went.
At the sound of the dog, you looked up, turning in the saddle, and Tovar caught a glimpse of your widening eyes as he rushed the last guard in the line. It was a moment's work to slide his sword into the man's side, and then the shout went up.
"We're under attack! Protect the lord!"
Tovar pulled his sword free as the dead man fell from his horse. Ravn barked, and you gathered your reins, pulling your horse around to face Pero.
The second guard kicked his horse, yanking at the horse to pull it around too, and charged Tovar just as Asgeir's horn blew loud in the forest at the other end of the ford.
"Kill him, there's more coming!" the guard by the wagon yelled as the guard charging Tovar gave up a battle roar.
The horse neighed, and hooves kicked dangerously close to his head as Tovar stepped back, dodging round the side of the narrow path. The guard tried to turn the horse again as he lost sight of Tovar's sword, but it was too late. The horse stumbled as its leg was cut, and a moment later, Tovar drove his sword into the side of the man.
Two down.
The guard by the wagon had turned to the sound of the horn blowing, three of the men at the front chasing after the men they believed hidden in the forest. The lord and one guard stood battle ready at the mouth of the gully.
As the horse screamed Tovar darted forward, grabbing hold of the reins of your horse.
"Run, hide in the forest with Ravn."
You nodded, holding on tight as the horse stomped underneath you, "Be careful."
There wasn't time for more. Ravn barked and darted forward, as the guard by the wagon shouted a warning.
"Protect the lady!"
Tovar slapped the rump of your horse and it took off, splashing through the water. Ravn barked again, and the lord roared as he spotted the dog.
"That's her dog! Grab her! They've come for her! Don't let her escape!
You spurred your horse as Cuthbert's stallion reared at the sight of Ravn, neighing in fear, and you charged, putting Ravn between yourself and Cuthbert's horse as he made to grab you. It reared again, and Ravn nipped at Cuthbert's legs as he screamed and lost his grip, tumbling into the water.
"Ravn, here!" you called with a backwards glance, letting your horse gallop at full speed into the gully, and he followed.
"Get after her! With me!" Cuthbert roared, stumbling to his feet as his destrier fled into the woods, "Kill him, and catch her!"
Tovar saw you ride off as the two remaining guards wrangled their horses under control, and he advanced on the one closest. He was still on his horse, and he grinned as he saw Tovar approach, raising his sword. Tovar stepped forward, two quick steps, and feinted an attack, nicking the horse's chest with only the tip of his long sword, as the guard swung wide. The animal screamed and stumbled, and Tovar slipped to the side as the sword cut nothing but air, grabbing the guard's arm and pulling him from the horse. The blood smeared his hand as he drove his own sword into the man's neck, turning the water red beneath him.
As he pulled his sword free he looked up into the gully, and saw you. You'd paused, turning to look back at the scene, and with panic he waved, yelling.
"Ride! Ride!"
Cuthbert saw you too, as Tovar raised his sword again.
"Kill him!" Cuthbert screamed, drawing his own sword, and the last mounted guard between them readied for the attack, levelling his long spear.
Tovar swore under his breath, there was no room for a proper charge. The wagon blocked half the ford and dead men and frightened horses blocked the rest, yet the guard came on regardless, water splashing around the horse.
Tovar stepped aside at the last moment, using the horse's momentum to dodge. The point of the spear hissed past his ribs and he slashed at the shaft, knocking it aside. The horse thundered past him.
"Coward!" the guard shouted, wrenching the animal around and drawing his sword as he realised the spear was too cumbersome in the tight space. Tovar spun around, and steel rang as their blades met, the horse almost knocking into him as it charged through the stream.
The force of the sword's blow jarred Tovar's arm all the way to the shoulder, the hit holding more force than he expected. And the guard pressed him immediately, striking high and then low. Tovar gave ground, grunting as he parried another attack. Two years ago this man would've been dead already, two years ago he was much stronger, faster.
The thought flashed through his mind as the guard threw another blow against his sword, and Tovar turned it aside. Going low, he drove a cut at the man's thigh, but the guard twisted away, and came at him with a savage backhand stroke.
Pain exploded through Tovar's right arm and he staggered back as blood splashed across his sleeve. The sword had sliced deep into the flesh between shoulder and elbow, and for a heartbeat his arm went numb as he stumbled back.
The guard grinned, "You're done, cur," and perhaps Tovar should've been. Two years of thralldom had taken its toll, he was out of breath, unfit and tired. But years of fighting had taught him something that he called upon now; survival. And now, more than ever, he had to survive.
Egging his horse on, the guard raised his sword for a killing blow, but Tovar stepped into the swing, and the blade tore through his cloak instead of his neck. His arm screamed in pain as he crashed into the horse's shoulder and the animal reared. The guard lost his balance and grabbed for the reins, but it was too late.
Tovar drove his sword up beneath the man's arm, a gasp escaping him as blood bubbled from his lips. He toppled from the saddle and struck the water with a splash as the horse fled and Tovar's sword was wrenched free. His right arm burned, warm blood dripping down from his fingers, as he tightened the grip on the hilt, and looked towards the gully and drew a deep breath of relief. There was no sight of you, you'd slipped away, and now all he had to do was reach you.
Cuthbert cursed as Tovar advanced on him, "I'll see you hung for this. She is my wife, the Norsemen have no right to her anymore."
"No one has any right to her," Tovar spat, as Cuthbert tried to find better ground to fight, the two men circling each other, "I'll kill you for what you did to her, and let you bleed out like a stuck pig right here on the road."
Suddenly footsteps came crashing through the underbrush, and Tovar swung round as Asgeir came stumbling out, his axe held high and blood streaming from a cut on his cheek. A shout went up behind him, and as Tovar and Asgeir hastily retreated towards the mouth of the gully, Cuthbert looked triumphant. From the woods three guards came running, panting as they skidded to a halt by their lord.
"Where is she?" Asgeir asked Tovar as they closed ranks at the narrowest part of the road.
"She got away, with Ravn, down the gully. These are the last ones."
Asgeir glanced at Tovar's arm as they retreated another step, blood was still dripping down his hand, mixing with the blood on the blade.
"That's a deep cut, you're not much use in a fight now," he commented, and Tovar growled.
"I can still fight."
"But you're no use to her dead, I'll hold them off."
Tovar took his eyes off the advancing men for a moment, they were moving slower now, faced with the two men and the sharp sides of the gully. Asgeir saw Tovar's look, and gave a sharp jerk with his chin.
"Go to your wife," he said as his eyes flicked toward the gully, "And your child."
It was all Tovar needed, with one last nod at Asgeir, he turned and ran. Behind him a battle roar went up, and he knew the old Viking would put up a hard fight.
Asgeir listened as Tovar sprinted away down the road behind him, and then he roared, raising his axe as the men charged down the narrow path. The first one sprinted up, and Asgeir blocked his swing, the impact ringing out through the forest, metal on metal. The hook of the axe caught the sword and swung it to the side, and Asgeir gave the man's chest a swift kick that sent him stumbling backwards.
But the second man was right behind, the sword narrowly missing Asgeir's neck as he dodged back. His axe came up, and a powerful swing drove home, deep into the man's side. He screamed and grabbed at his belly as the sword fell useless to the ground, blood pouring out. But the first man was back on his feet, and he swung his sword, forcing Asgeir back another step as the lord urged the last guard on. Metal rang against metal again, and Asgeir felt his strength waning, blow upon blow raining down on him, his axe taking every hit as the two men pushed him back.
The gully opened up, giving more space, and Asgeir lunged, a final effort, blocking a hit with his left arm, his right lodged his old battle worn axe deep into the neck of the first guard.
Asgeir roared in pain as his left arm shattered, but the man in front was dead as he stumbled to his knees.
One less for Tovar to fight.
Wrenching the axe free, he swung around, but the sword slid into his side, reaching his lungs in one swift motion. Trying to draw breath, he coughed once, and fell into the pool of blood.
The sound of your heart was deafening in your ears as you raced down the road, your breath coming in quick bursts, and your mind was spinning. Risking a glance over your shoulder you saw no pursuers, but you couldn't hear anything over the sound of the horse's hooves. Ravn was sprinting next to the horse, and just seeing him made you feel safer. He wouldn't let any of the guards get close to you if they caught up.
Looking up ahead again you saw a track leave the straight Roman road and disappear into the woods, and you pulled on the reins, slowing your horse as you glanced back again. How far were you supposed to go? How would Pero find you if you just kept riding?
The track was almost overgrown, and dark in the early morning light, as you slipped off your horse, making up your mind. A sharp slap on the rump sent it off down the road, and you hurried off towards the half hidden track. Putting your hand inside your skirts, you pulled out the small dog Pero had carved, and set it down on the side of the path. Not where it would be spotted by anyone, but by someone looking for a sign.
"Come on, Ravn, in here. If he doesn't see it, you'll have to guide me back to him."
The track wound through the overgrown bushes, and the sharp thorns caught on your veil as you hurried through. Impatiently you tugged it off, your hair coming free as you came to a dead end.
A low barrow stood at the centre of a clearing, the forest thick around the edges, and you quickly looked around, circling the mound. There was nowhere to go but into the thick forest, but the familiar carvings on the stone that stood by the overgrown entrance of the old burial mound calmed you. Turning around, you faced the track. This was where either Pero or Cuthbert would find you, next to the long forgotten grave of a Norseman who'd died in this foreign country. If you died here, Freya would at least find you. You unsheathed the dagger under your cloak, and held it tight in your hand as you steeled yourself for what would come next.
Tovar sprinted down the road as the shouts of battle fell away behind him. He wished he'd had time to grab one of the horses, catching up to you on foot would be slow, and he had no idea of how far you'd ridden. He could already feel his strength waning, he wouldn't last much longer. His arm was throbbing, and he changed his grip, holding his sword in his left hand. The blood was no longer dripping down onto his hand, but the hilt of his sword was sticky and wet under his fingers.
Gripping it tighter he adjusted his stride, loping down the track while trying to listen for foot steps behind him. The forest was dense on both sides and he could see the fresh hoof prints from your horse racing ahead in the mud.
His side cramped and forced him to stop, pressing his palm against his ribs as he gulped for air. He only gave himself a few seconds though, then he pushed on, taking long strides. Up ahead he could see the tree thinning out, maybe coming out into the fields again. If he could get out there he might be able to spot you.
Suddenly he glimpsed a flash of white in the corner of his eyes and he stopped, taking a step back. The hoof prints were jumbled here, and he saw Ravn's prints too. The horse had stopped and then raced on ahead, but not Ravn. Crouching down he dragged his hand through the long grass and found what had caught his eye.
"Lista, cariño," he mumbled, picking up the white bone dog hiding in the weeds. The narrow trail was almost hidden from view, but he pushed aside a branch and hurried down the narrow track.
Ravn was pressed to your side, his ears pointed towards where the track led into the clearing, and you could hear the branches rustling too. You wouldn't hide, or run. Ravn would defend you, and you wouldn't let anyone take you again without a fight. Not now that you knew Pero was alive, and here! He was really here! You'd hardly believed your eyes when you saw him charging out from the forest, his sword raised. But his voice as he told you to run, that shook life into you again, and now you knew you had to fight and hold on until he made it here.
Ravn growled as someone pushed through the branches, but your knees almost buckled in relief.
"Pero!"
It took him only a heartbeat to reach you, his hands grabbing your arms as you stumbled towards him. His mouth was on yours, hard and bruising, as you gasped, trying to grab him, make him come closer even though he was already pressed against you.
"Amor, mi vida," he mumbled, pressing another firm kiss against your lips, "Are you unharmed? Are you hurt?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sobbed as he held your face between his hands, his forehead against yours.
"Are you hurt?" he asked again, and you shook your head.
"No, I'm…"
His hand slipped down to your belly, barely beginning to swell, so much had happened in such a short time, "Is she well?"
You had to laugh, between tears and kisses, "Are you so certain it's a girl, my love? She is fine, I hope. It's still too early to tell."
"Are you sure you're unharmed?" he asked again, his eyebrows pulled tight as he ran his hands over your dress, "This is so much blood."
You lifted your hand, and it came away sticky from his arm, blood coating your palm, and ice filled your veins.
"Pero, you're injured, show me your arm."
"It's just a small cut, it's not bleeding anymore. Amor, we have to get away from here," he replied, his hands still holding onto your shoulders as you pushed back the fabric of his tunic where it had been ripped. Beneath it his skin was cold to the touch, and slick with blood.
"It's not a small cut, Pero," you said, shrugging off his hands so that you could rip open the sleeve and expose the wound below. The sight made your stomach churn, "I need to stitch this up, and clean it. And you're still losing blood."
"There's no time," he protested as you pulled your scarf from where you'd tucked it into your belt.
"We did not survive this long, and come this far, for you to bleed out here," you snapped at him, fear making your hands tremble as you wrapped the white silk tight around his arm, praying it would stem the flow of blood.
"Amor," he replied, his voice suddenly soft as he cupped your cheek with his other hand, "I won't die here, not now that I've found you again."
You leaned your face into his hand, closing your eyes as you felt his callused fingers caress your skin, you'd missed his touch so much.
"Is there a path into the forest?" he asked after a moment, "We need to hide our tracks an-"
A low growl from Ravn cut him off, and you glanced down at the dog. His hackles were up, and he was growling at where the path met the clearing. Pero turned around and pushed you behind his back, pulling his sword out with his left hand as a branch snapped in the forest.
Pero cursed low as one of the Ealdorman's guards pushed through the brush, followed by the Ealdorman himself, his sword raised.
"Who sent him?" Cuthbert spat, "Your father? I'll burn his pitiful farm to the ground for crossing me. Hand her over, and I'll kill you quick."
The last thing he said to Tovar, who growled and pushed you back a step.
"You're the one who'll die here for what you did to her," he replied, and Ravn snarled, his teeth bared.
Cuthbert glanced at the large dog licking its lips as it dropped its head between its thick shoulders. With a shove he pushed the final guard towards Tovar.
"Take him, kill the dog too."
The guard looked uncertain, Ravn's snarls left no questions about what would happen if they attacked. His sword was raised, but he looked nervous as he took a short step towards Tovar.
It happened so fast you nearly lost track of Pero as Ravn leapt forward. The guard tried to dodge, but Ravn caught his ankle in his jaws, clamping his powerful teeth around the man's shin. The sword swiped down as the guard yelled, and Ravn whined, letting go just as Tovar struck. His blow would've taken the guard's head clean off, but Cuthbert charged and rammed his arm, making Tovar roar in pain as he stumbled to his knees.
"Pero!" you called, rushing forward as the guard raised his sword. Tovar's face was pale and drawn as the blow hit his sword, and he couldn't hold against it. Falling back on to his back, Tovar tried to raise it again just as Cuthbert grabbed your neck, his arm coming up under your chin. With force he pulled you back, and you felt the cold blade nick your skin as you cried out.
The guard struck again, gasping as his sword drove into the soft ground, as Tovar's sword slid into his chest. The weight of his body forced him down over it, and blood coated Tovar's arm as it poured out, dark and shining.
Pero shoved the dead man off him and stumbled to his knees, raising his sword at the Ealdorman.
"Let her go, and I'll let you live," he said, but his sword arm was useless, and his left was trembling, and he knew the Ealdorman could see how spent he was as he forced himself to stand.
"No, you leave, and I'll let her live," he replied, forcing your head back a smidge, as the knife cut into your skin again.
"If you touch her again…" Pero growled, taking a step forward, as you struggled to find your balance with your head forced back.
Cuthbert grabbed your jaw, his fingers digging into your bones as he moved the knife down to your belly, twisting your body as your fingers moved.
"I'll cut her bastard out first," he threatened as your hand closed around the hilt, pulling your dagger free.
The air escaped him with a wince when it slipped up under his ribs, his body tightening its grip on you for a moment.
"No."
His eyes were wide as you twisted the blade deep in his lungs, watching blood stain his lips as his breath rattled, and his dagger clattered to the ground.
Pero was next to you with two long strides, shoving Cuthbert away, and grabbing your dagger as the man fell onto his back with a heavy thud.
Pero's arms were around you again as he pulled you back, as if he was afraid the man drawing a final rattling breath would suddenly try to grab you again.
"Mi amor," he panted as he tried to turn you away from the sight, his hands moving over your neck where it had been cut. But you stood rooted, watching the blood of the Ealdorman seep into the ground, before you spat on it.
"May the Norns cut away your name."
Chapter 19
I hope you loved this chapter! Action is so hard to write, but I think it's fun, and I hope you could picture the fight as it developed, and that I kept you on the edge of your seat! And, finally reunited again!!
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