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The Ritual	By : Svb84 Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ivarr woke late, his head pounding,feeling like he had the worst hangover he had ever had.It was worse when he tried to move.He felt his stomach turn,he rolled out of bed and crawled to the piss bucket in the corner,throwing up his guts.He felt slightly better after had emptied his belly.He lay on the floor drenched in sweat,still naked from the night before.Cursing the witches that had done this to him.It would be something if he could remember ploughing the bitch at least then he could feel like he had got something out of it. “It's the last time I agree to do anything involving Seidr” he thought as he lay there feeling sorry for himself.He tried sitting up again,managing it without voiding his stomach.He sat there until his guts had settled,his mind casting back on the night before. “What had he done to make the girl cry like that” he thought “ It must have been bad”.Faravid appeared at the door,he was about to say something but stopped looking confused “What the fuck happened to you?,you look like shit”.

When Lyja awoke it was mid afternoon and she could hear the bustle of the busy village outside the cloth walls of the tent.She winced as she shifted trying to sit up,only managing to raise herself up on her elbows.She pushed down the blankets and touched gingerly between her legs expecting to find blood,she was sore but she had been cleaned up as she slept. “They must have carried me back after I passed out” she thought,as she could not remember the journey back from the stones.She brought a hand to her stiff neck,it was sore to touch where he had marked her.She lay back trying to take the advice she had given to other women after such an experience.Rest.Lyja couldn’t help but think over the night's events.Her status as a Volva protected her from the more carnal aspects of the warriors natures but she had seen it more than once as she tended to the women.She wondered if it was always like that and if it was why women would do it voluntarily.One thing she did know was it would never happen again.No one would ever convince her to take another man.

Inga peeked around the corner,”I thought I heard you stir” she said as she sat on the bed next to Lyja. “Help me sit?” she asked, reaching out and wiggling her fingers.Inga obliged, giving her a bear hug and a flurry of little kisses on her cheek,lifting her into a sitting position and propping her up with pillows.Lyja grimaced as her weight shifted onto her bruised parts. “Are you alright?”Inga asked, worried she had hurt her friend. “I’m alright,just a little sore”Lyja reassured her ”What’s happening out there?” Lyja asked, gesturing into the larger central area of the tent, trying to change the subject. “Halla is brewing you something to bring on your blood,Asdis and I were out this morning gathering the ingredients.” Lyja wrinkled her nose at the thought of drinking another of Halla’s potions.

Una appeared behind Inga shooing her away.”How do you feel?” she asked, taking Inga's place on the bed.”Like someone took a long run up before they kicked me in the snatch”. Una smiled wryly and handed her a cup “For the pain”.She watched Lyja drink,tipping the cup at the bottom so she drank every last drop. “I'm sorry you had to go through that,I would have spared you it if I could.”she brushed a stray hair away from Lyja’s face, tucking it behind her ear.”The potion the men drink during the Ritual brings out the worst in them,mindlessly rutting until they spill their seed, unfortunately the severity depends on the males character and Ivarrs is hardly exemplary.” “Why him?” Lyja asked.”His was the name the bones gave me,It had to be him” she stated simply.“What did you see?” she asked, pulling Lyja’s hand into her lap and squeezing it gently.Lyja paused a while thinking.“Take your time”.Lyja recounted everything that she had seen.Una was silent considering Lyja’s words and what they could mean.Direct communication with the Nornir was almost unheard of.It meant important events were unfolding,but why just Urðr?.In the tales the three always appeared together. “What was she up to?” Una looked at Lyja, her face unreadable.She stood finally saying “Get some sleep lamb,we will speak of this again later.” She kissed Lyja on the forehead and left, with more questions than answers.

The Volur stood on the raised dais.They all wore their ceremonial robes and headdresses,white veils covering their faces.The Jarls and Jarlskona stood beneath.They were gathered to listen at last,to the words of the Seeress.Their armies were camped in the fields surrounding the village.Thousands of men poised for war,more and more arriving each day.The Sons of Ragnar stood at the front.She saw Ivarr,her eyes looking for him without realising.Her heart raced as she surreptitiously watched him sulk from behind the safety of her veil.He stood there arms folded slightly apart from his brothers staring into space.Deliberately avoiding looking at the Volur in front of him.

Una stood forward and looked over the crowd,they bowed their heads in respect.She led them in giving thanks to the Gods for blessing them with the gift of Lyja’s vision.She bid Lyja stand forward and tell the crowd what she had seen.Lyja came to the edge of the dais and told them what she had seen and a little extra that Una had added for dramatic effect.She noticed Ivarr visibly bristle as the dragon in the west was mentioned.Halfdan physically holding him back at one point and Ubba holding his hands up in placation.His eyes bored into her skull for the rest of the ceremony.She pretended to ignore it and carried on,emphasising the blood eagled Northern King to great effect.The crowd erupted as she told them of the Gods blessing of their righteous war.Omitting the part the Norn had played just as Una had said “Some words are not for the ears of men”.They filed off of the stage as the Jarls patted themselves on the backs. Lyja felt Ivarr’s eyes burning into the back of her head as she and the other Priestesses walked away.

“Leave it Ivarr we have more important things to discuss” Halfdan said dismissing Ivarr outright. “The Briton will keep” agreed Ubba. “When this is done you are free to go where you choose but for now we stay together until our fathers death is avenged” Halfdan said with finality. “She knows something.She saw it,it must be important for her to mention it”.”She mentioned Wessex too” cut in Ubba, “we are beset by enemies but we must focus on Mercia and Nordimbraland”.Faravid and Finnr looked at each other with raised eyebrows,keeping out of the fight they had heard a hundred times.Ivarr slammed his fist into the table and stomped off to his rooms in the rafters.

Ivarr paced the floor,unable to get that mornings events out of his head.All he could think about were the Volvas words.A dragon in the west, a red dragon.It had to be that fuck Rhodri.What had she seen.What would she have said if Halfdan and Ubba had let him speak to her.You don’t just walk up to the Volur demanding answers even he respected the witches, to an extent.He might think they are a gaggle of manipulative Cunts but the respect was still there.He had to be careful about this.She had given them what they wanted.The gods blessed their war and revenge had been granted.A sure victory over that Bacraut Aella.He would get what he deserved but what of the Briton Rhodri? What about Ivarrs revenge?, “He shamed me,denied my drengr Valhalla, left them to rot in that swamp.I must see her”.

He stalked out of the longhouse into the afternoon sun. The camp was busy and he was in no mood.Walking into the people that didn't move quick enough, barging them out of the way.He walked across the village and up the hill towards their tent next to the waterfall,he passed his hand through the bones hanging at the entrance.A girl emerged not the one he wanted though.He took a breath trying to find the respectful words “May I speak with her”.Asdis drew herself up to her full impressive height “Just a moment”.She went back inside the tent. He paced as he waited feeling like it had been far too long when Asdis came back to the opening. “Una will see you now”. “Better than nothing” he thought walking into the dark aperture.He looked around the dark tent, his eyes growing accustomed to the gloom,he couldn’t see Her.Just the Elders at the other side waiting in the dark like spiders.

Una perched on her throne-like chair as she listened to his plea,Silent Halla behind as her second. “The man who gave me this” he said pointing to his scar “Has a red dragon on his banner and sits in his stinking pit in the west”. “King Rhodri of the Britons” Una said “We all know that sorry tale”.Ja,him” Ivarr snapped “She knows more I need to speak with her”. “Watch your tongue Boy lest I cut it out”. “I mean no disrespect” he said, casting his eyes to the dirt floor,biting his tongue. “You ooze disrespect Ivarr”. He scoffed at the crone. “She may not want to see you! Has that crossed your mind?” Ivarr lost his patience “Will you let me see her, yes or no?” “ Oh,I think you already have your answer” giving him a withering glance as she waved him away.

He left the tent infinitely more frustrated than before he entered.As he looked around figuring out his next move he spotted the tall girl who had greeted him walking away into the grass towards the river.He followed at a safe distance and watched as she spoke to two girls by the river,one of them tellingly smaller than the others. “There you are” he said to himself.He walked towards them purposefully,almost afraid she would disappear but they can’t do that can they? You never know with these witches. “Hej” he called out as he approached.They turned in alarm.The other two tried to pull her away but she stood still like a lamped rabbit. “No!, Una said no!” Asdis said loudly.The girls got between him and his quarry impeding his efforts.Lyja backed away. “I just want to talk…” he noticed her expression, she was scared of him “what did i do?” He asked her. “You don’t remember?”she said, continuing to back away slowly “I know i ploughed you after they made me drink that lumpy pisswater” he replied “And you remember nothing else?” He shook his head “If she finds out there will be trouble” warned inga “Then don’t tell her” snapped Ivarr dismissively.Lyja nodded reassuring the girls that she would be alright,they walked away but not so far as they could not watch him. “One wrong step” Asdis warned, pointing at him with her index and little finger outstretched. “Ja,ja” he said, turning his back on them.

He looked different in the light, not nearly as scary.He stood there in only his breeches and boots.Just a man,not the beast he seemed that night.Handsome almost, even with the scars.Warmth began to bloom in the pit of her stomach as her eyes drifted to his… “No” she pushed the thought away.Shocked at herself for thinking it,she could still feel the after effects of that night.She could not let herself forget the cruel way he had taken her,so she kept up her guard and plenty of distance between them. “What do you want?'' she asked, trying to use Unas tone but failing miserably as her voice cracked,her throat still sore from the screaming .

He looked at her in the light of day,such a little thing.He remembered her as a glowing Goddess.The girl looked Saxon if anything.He saw the bruise on her throat,his mind showing him flashes of that night in the dark.His eyes raked over her curves remembering how she felt in his hands,so soft.He shook the thought away. “You spoke of a dragon in the west. I wish to know more.” “What more can I tell you,I told you what I saw this morning” she said “That bullshit show you put on? There has to be more,why would you have seen it otherwise?”Lyja stood, considering for a moment,”Because it is important to you”she realised. “Well?” he asked. “Shhh” she waved him off. “I need quiet I’m thinking”.She had dismissed the west completely as she had the south and the east.Had she been mistaken? She knelt on the ground placing her palms on her knees and breathed deeply as she tried to put herself in her hugr.Ivarr looked on quietly.Trying to be patient with the girl.He watched as she sat there for what seemed like forever.

She opened her eyes and stood.Dizzy and a little bit disoriented.She took several deep breaths as Ivarr waited. “I saw what I saw that night,they will not openly attack,but they will defend themselves when you return and you Will return.It is your fate”.“Do I win”,he asked watching her face carefully. Lyja searched his clear blue eyes, remembering what Una had told her. “No one wins” she replied spitefully.He spat on the floor at her feet and walked away back towards the longhouse seething.He stopped and turned around walking back towards Lyja “But he dies right that fucker dies”,she backed away as he came right up to her face,grabbing her by the chin forcing her to look at him.She heard her sisters shout as they ran towards her. “He dies” she said through gritted teeth,meeting his gaze.He smiled and let her go “Good enough”.

Ivarr walked back into the longhouse with a smile on his face,that fucker would die by his hand.He could wait as long as it takes
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