You were a killer, which meant you didn’t exactly believe in kindness. Just like most of the other killers you were hissy and snappy, not bothering for small talk or trying to make friends in this hell of a realm.
Though when you got sick you had to depend on someone.
You tried for the first day of your sickness to push through it and kill the survivors, sadly it didn’t work and your attacks were sloppy. The next day you woke up and vomited from the ‘small cold’ you had. Which led to you immediately setting yourself on afk mode—and a certain botanist decided to stay and help.
Azure knew lots about plants which meant he could help you—by doing such things as making you a herbal tea or finding you plants with healing properties.
…
You groaned, your head spinning. Your tent door opened, letting in a sliver of light. Azure stepped inside within a matter of moments, he was holding a wooden cup with tea inside, in his other hand he has crushed plants.
You knew Azure couldn’t speak but it was obvious he was here to care for you. He brought the cup to your mouth but you didn’t care to open it—that seemingly ticked his hat off.
“It’s for you. Drink or you’ll never get better.” His hat grumbled, clearly short tempered.
You honestly thought you could heal by yourself, with or without the tea. Plus you were a literal killer. A simple cold wasn’t going to kill you.
“I’d rather suffer than drink that poison.” You spat without thinking.
Azure let out a low grumble which could have also classified as a whine—his hat frowned.
“Trust me, if it was up to me I’d let ya. Azure insists.”
“I thought you two were the same person—*cough* or at least that you controlled him.” Your voice hitched at that last part, you covered your mouth and coughed uncontrollably.
Your throat burning on the inside.
Azure took the brief moment after you finished coughing to force the tea down—it was burning yet oddly felt nice. You barely managed to swallow it before coughing more—spitting some out.
“Disgusting.” His hat sneered.
You grit your teeth and raised your hand to swat him away, wanting the two OUT of your tent. Azure sighed as he stood, leaving the rest of the tea and plants. He grumbled something inaudible due to his zipper—his hat translated for him.
“Eat the plants before you sleep, it’ll help. And get better soon.” The hat said, stating it as a command.
With that Azure turned and left. His hat telling him something on the way out.
It felt like the wind picked up the moment he left, you secretly picked a leaf from the plant and began to chew on it. Luckily it didn’t taste too bad. But gosh you were never going to admit that to him.
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I’m sorry if its short I just didn’t know what to fully do since Azure can’t speak—plus a bit of writers block.
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Summary: Imagine you’re the fiercest warrior of Prince Oleg. In an attempt to invade Scandinavia he sends little groups of battalions, including you, to raid with Ivar as the leader. What you didn’t plan was the feelings Ivar and you grow for one another.
“I want you to meet Ivar The Boneless Y/N” simply said Oleg as he turns his back on you to go up to his throne. “I have heard of him my Prince,” you said reluctantly. He exhales and sits, he is now looking at you with one of his legs stretches whereas his elbows leaning on the armrest “Don’t you think it will be better to know who you are going to travel with? Plus, he is my friend now. I want you to meet him” he looks down on you. This wasn’t an order, but you could hear in his tone he wanted to be persuasive “As you command my Prince” you simply nodded and take a step back before leaving. It was true, you heard about Ivar, when he was Prince but also when he was King and during some trips longing the Silk Road you heard here and there that he was in the area, but you never thought you would meet him let alone that you would hear Oleg say he found a friend in him. But the situation was made that way and you wanted to be apart of the battalions that will live the next morning to Scandinavia anyway, so the meeting was inevitable. If you were so unwilling to meet him it was because you didn’t want him to see your face, when you’re on a mission you never reveal your real identity. After all, you knew how people would act knowing you’re a mercenary and add to that the fact that you’re a woman, a woman mercenary. Just imagine their reactions give you headaches, you had two lives, sort of. On one hand, you could be mistaken for a young woman coming from a rich family and on the other hand, you were the bloody mercenary working for Pince Oleg everybody was afraid of. Nobody knew your identity or who you truly were and when walking down the market you could hear whispers that you were Prince Oleg’s cousin, everybody sticks on that version and that was okay with you.
You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t notice Ivar’s silhouette walking on your way, you deeply inhale, and before you could think twice about what you were about to do, you catch his eye. He stops walking and continues eyeing you as you get nearer him “Prince Oleg wanted us to meet, what a coincidence to see you here and now" you simply said looking at his face as he frowns “You know Prince Oleg?” he hesitantly asks. His confused face let you believe the Prince didn’t talk to Ivar about you. So you’ll have to introduce yourself and the more time you’ll have to talk to him, the more time Ivar has to imprint your face. You sigh in the disappointment of that last thought and look forward vanquished “I’m Y/N, I will go with you tomorrow”. You glanced at Ivar only to see him more and more confused, that whole situation seriously began to bother you. You get closer to him as he was staring at you bewildered “I’m a mercenary, I work for our Prince” you simply whispered making sure nobody could hear your words. His eyes that were then focusing on your body slowly lift up to your eyes and you look at him unblinkingly as to show him how serious you were. “A woman.,” he mutters so quietly you could barely hear him as he was now looking away. You were about to respond to him angrily but before you could say anything he was now looking at you in awe to your surprise. You took a step back and cleared your voice looking back down before lifting up your gaze to meet his “Don’t ask me how and why I won’t answer Ivar” you firmly say. “You know who I am?” he lets out and you shrug “Who doesn’t? I mean, I heard stories here and there about your achievements” you nonchalantly answer. “I never heard about a mercenary woman named Y/N” he chuckles, it seems like remembering him things about his past boosted his confidence. “It’s because you were too busy claiming you’re a god” you snap and he suddenly stops chuckling, looking at the ground. He now had an expressionless face and you knew you hit a nerve, you were kinda proud of yourself, if he thought he could simply teasing you like that, he was madly wrong. You tuck a lock of your long black hair behind your ear and you couldn’t help but smile at the situation “Now that the presentations have been made, would you excuse me I have matters to manage” you arrogantly say as you leave him with his thoughts. You go to the nearer merchant stand and start discussing with the owner and slowly glance at Ivar that was looking at you in disbelief.
Back to the palace later the afternoon, Oleg sent a guard looking for you, he wanted to see you. You took off the white fur pillbox hat, the white fur scarf, and your beige coat. Once cleared of all those layers you intend to go meet your Prince. The guards opened the door and you get inside as you silently walk toward the throne. “My Prince,” you say but your peaceful voice break when you see you weren’t alone, Ivar was also here staring at you as you get closer to them. You stop yourself and just ignore the man who was leaning on his crutches to look at Oleg. “How was your day Y/N?” he asks as he was walking around like he was occupied searching for something as usual. “Well, I bought supplies my prince” you answer without saying much. “Good to hear” he mutters as if he didn’t really care “Here is Ivar The Boneless, the friend I was talking to you about earlier” he excitedly said. He seemed to be surprisingly happy about the arrival of that stranger in Kiev. You fake a smile at Ivar in an attempt to not spoil the mood “Nice to meet you” you hiss while you nod. Wrinkles appear at the corner of his eyes as if he wanted to tell what happens at the market and you glower at him to get him to understand neither of you would want to irritate the Prince. It seems like he gets it “Nice to meet you” he responds softly. You now turn your face to Oleg and your facial expression completely changes as you genuinely smile at him. He walks towards you and put his hand on your arm before looking at Ivar “She and I work together since my soldiers bring her to me after she killed an outrageous number of them” his brows raised and he winces “Nobody would want to face her, that I can assure you my friend” he adds before patting your shoulder. You could feel Ivar’s gaze looking at every inch of your body, he didn’t think you could be that fierce with such a harmonious body. You choose to ignore the lust growing in his eyes and look at your Prince as your smile grew even wider at each of his words. “You could’ve killed me that time, but you didn’t my Prince, that is why I stayed in Kiev working for you,” you say. “Oh, you don’t work for me Y/N you know I admire your fearlessness. We work together” he shakes his head and looks you in the eyes. “Fortunately she wanted to go watch over you,” he says in favor of Ivar. The greedy eyes of the man left your body to meet the gaze of your Prince and he then looks at you. You just realized what Oleg said and you close your eyes in discontentment, you knew too damn well it was true you wanted to go to Scandinavia with the troop, but you never specify to the Prince it was to “watch over” no nobody and even less Ivar The Boneless. During the conference you were not anymore listening to Oleg, you just thought about how you could get the thought that you cared for him out of the head of the foreigner. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t find any way out “Y/N?” Oleg asks and you lift up your gaze to him and glance at Ivar “Yes my Prince” you mutter, “Perfect” he says before allowing you to retire. You curtsey and walk toward the doors as you hear the crutches of Ivar behind you when you two were too far from Oleg to hear, you turn your head to look at him and try to walk faster “Y/N” you hear and you close your eyes as if closing them would avoid you to face the stranger. “Y/N?” you hear once again and this time you inhale deeply before you stop and turn to face him “I don’t do no child care” you let out with a fake smile. “You don’t have to fake a smile when we’re only the two of us. And I know you only wanted to travel. You want to go with the troop has nothing to do with me” he lets you know without looking at your face. You were a bit surprised by the fact he knew you needed to travel but you didn’t say anything and just slightly frown “I wanted to ask you something” he softly said as he raises his head to let his eyes met yours. You blink without saying anything and now he is beside you but instead of stoping himself he continues to walk and you silently follow. “Why do you hate me?” he finally lets out and you stop yourself as you suddenly look at him but he keeps looking down walking so you inhale and nervously swallow as you were trying to think about something to get yourself out of that situation, but your thoughts got twisted “I don’t-” you finally say but you stop as you let out a long sigh putting one of your hand on your face and let it run down your skin “I mean, I know why my brothers hate me, I know why my people hate me I didn’t make the best decisions. But you, I don’t get why you hate me” he added with the same softness in his voice. “First, I’d like to say past is just something we told ourselves,” you say. He doesn’t answer and you look up to see him looking like he was lost in his thoughts. You close once again your eyes and you feel a hand grab your wrist as your eyes snapped open. The door was only a few inches away from your face and it was Ivar that stopped you from literally going into a wall. You get to meet his gaze for the first time ever since he said all those things to you. “Then, I’d like to say that places cannot change who and what you are” you mutter as you could feel your cheeks getting warmer seeing how charming his blue eyes turning dark were. “If you can run from people, you cannot run from yourself Ivar” you add while you close your eyes and shake your head. He was genuine when he said he understood why his family and his people hated him and that just broke your heart, but the answer wasn’t to run away, you spoke by experience. You didn’t say this to feel better about yourself because you were so mean to him but because you could totally understand his feeling. You weren’t appreciated either in your hometown. Your father wasn’t there for you, he was raiding each spring letting you all alone and your mother died giving birth to you. You didn’t even have someone or somewhere to truly call home. When your father didn’t come back after a raid, you left your town and began to travel. You could’ve died and nobody would’ve even remembered your name but thanks to your addiction to observe the older train you learn how to fight like a little girl. And the more you traveled the more you learned new ways of fighting, but you were always alone... Always. So you were well aware of the feeling to not fit anywhere or being rejected and not belong to anything. “Listen Ivar, I don’t hate you... it’s just... I’m not used to talking to people, to be honest, and nobody has ever been kind to me beside Prince Oleg, that is why when I meet someone knew I assume they will treat me like everybody else... Why would they act any differently?” You say and he lets go of your wrist looking in your eyes as if he was looking through your soul. You wanted to look away but you just couldn’t he was sincere and you were too, to be fully honest you didn’t even understand why you opened your heart to him. But the way he made you feel when asking you why you hated him followed by all the memories that ran back in your mind was something you didn’t feel in a long time... You two stayed like that for a moment without saying anything just looking in each other's eyes as you were having a silent conversation when the guards opened the door missing to hit you. You then leave going directly to your room and lock yourself in as you put your back against the door looking at the ground. What did just happen? You wonder as you notice your heavy breath and the warmth that grew in your chest. You simply swallow and close your eyes taking a deep breath in.
At night, you were about to go downtown like you always do, it was your way of meditating and get rid of bad dreams. It’s been sometime now you were used to this solitary life but the face of your father followed you wherever you were going. You remember it perfectly as if the last time you saw it was some minutes ago, his brows were always furrowed and he always looked mad even when he was the happiest. He was known to be the fiercest warrior in your town and feared by all human beings he knew, kids wouldn’t play with you because they were afraid of your father but that didn’t bother you as long as you could watch your father train and train with him. You were always obsessed with war and fights, you remember when there were sacrifices for the gods you were fascinated. Your father always called you a “weird kid” and it made you laugh because you thought it was the other kids that weren’t “normal”. Part of the reason why you were obsessed with war, blood, and fights was that even though you were the thing your father loved the most he would always go back to raiding, he never missed one. So you started to wonder what was so special about raiding and traveling for your father to be okay with abandon you almost every year. Nevertheless, even if that no man's land lifestyle was your choice, solitude wasn’t. And how could you trust anyone when the person you trusted the most wasn’t annoyed by the thought of losing you?
If you didn’t go out to clear your mind, you would be sure to see his face in those bad dreams that didn’t want to leave you ever since you left the house you two once shared.
You make sure to place some knives here and there on you before you open your door to come face to face with Ivar. You weren’t in the same mood as the last time you saw him. Now you just wanted to get fresh air and think about something that didn’t make you suffocated as much as the thought of your father did. Assuming your bad mood you roll your eyes at him “What do you want now?” you abruptly ask “cannot live without me?” you add raising your brows. You didn’t care about his feelings anymore, you were focused on trying to cope with the loss of your father. He raised his brows and close his eyes “Stop telling me whatever is on your mind like I care” he snaps and you frown. Was he meaning you annoyed him with thoughts and memories you shared with him a bit earlier? You just wanted to punch him in his damn face but you did nothing and kept your mouth close “Oleg want you to come to eat with us and even I don’t want it" he added and he directly turns his back to you. You once again rolled your eyes and hold back the thought of throwing one of your knives directly in his neck. On the way to the dining room, the words of Ivar come back in your head ‘Even I don’t want it”... “Like I care”... So there was a moment he was looking at you like he wanted you and now he was acting like he didn’t care at all what a strange and unpredictable man. You didn’t like that, why on earth what he said to have this effect on you, it’s not like you two were close or anything. Even when Oleg was harsh on you that didn’t make you feel that way and he was the only person you considered as someone “close to you”. One time the words of Ivar made you feel like you could finally be understood and another time words spoken by the same mouth made you feel like you were a fraud and that you were talking too much. You shake those thoughts off your head before entering the room. "Y/N! I thought you were already out for your usual walk, seems like something was on your mind for you to be late!” Oleg teased and at that moment you thought he was the one responsible for this. He wasn’t innocent in the way things were between the foreigner and you. You look in your Prince's eyes and see the mischief you were looking for, it was clear now, he intended for you to meet because he knew two explosive characters like yours would obviously collide. Maybe he was tired always seeing you calm and patient when he knew the volcano that was sleeping in you.
You decide it was time for you to show Ivar what you were made of, you would talk later with Oleg “Yep, Ivar asked me a really good question earlier and I gave him a response I wasn’t satisfied with so I thought about the right words to give him a proper response” you smile to the Prince before looking at Ivar that looks at you in confusion. “If I see someone try to catch and kill you I will watch and enjoy the show just because I don’t have any reason not to hate you. At least I know who I am, can you say the same Ivar The Boneless?” you smile to the foreigner then curtsey to your Prince “ I’d like to talk to you tomorrow at the crack of dawn Oleg” you added as you turned your back on them walking to get out. The only reason why you called Oleg by his title was that you were kind and shit but that time he really got you on your nerves and you knew he was too proud of his scheme to get mad anyway. But you also know you were playing with fire because the last thing you could say about the Prince was that he was emotionally stable, but you weren’t afraid because that fire could never burn you. You heard Oleg’s laugh “Seems like you awaken the beast” he shouts as he burst out laughing.
