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A/N: FINALLY another update- I feel like most of my author's notes start out that way XD Still, I haven't abandoned this, an am consistently working still on it, Not Today, and One Swallow Can Make A Summer, so I'm hoping to get on a schedule of posting a chapter a week, rotating which fic gets updated each week! Next on the list will be an update for Not Today, and then we should be on a good schedule. So stay tuned for those updates if you're interested- otherwise, I hope you enjoy this (very late) update! SkĂĽl!
Summary: Freydis was dead. At least, when sheâd lost consciousness, sheâd been sure she was. But now she has woken up in a cold, sterile environment, one she is certain is not Valhalla, and the world as she once knew it has changed. People now have strange abilities, some of them, and people they call âscientistsâ are trying to give them to her. The bigger issue, though, is the fact they have also woken the very man who killed her. Ivar the Boneless lives again as well, in the same way Freydis does, and if they want to survive... she may have to learn to trust him again.
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Seize the Moment and Stay In It
Leaving Ivar behind hadnât been in FreydĂsâs plans. BjĂśrn, she hadnât ever even intended to pick up, but this was another game entirely now. She was spiralling out of control, and sheâd hurt Ivar simply for interrupting her. What kind of a wife did that? Hadnât she been upset with Ivar for hurting her? For behaving toward her as no husband should? What kind of a hypocrite was she, to hurt him now?
You arenât a hypocrite though, are you? Not really, a quiet voice whispered in her mind. The presence had returned, once again just behind her, but when FreydĂs now tried to look, she thought she saw some kind of dark shape quickly escape her peripherals, hiding behind her again as it laughed quietly. You cannot see me, it told her. Not like this.Â
âCan I see you?â FreydĂs asked the voice, her eyes slipping shut as she tried to call the figure it came from into view.Â
Not like this, it repeated. You know how.
It surprised her to find that she did know how. Her eyes glowed red as she began to levitate in the air, her body tilting back as if in a bed. She fell asleep.
When her eyes opened in that space from before, where the ground was cracked beneath her feet, with something glowing beneath. Now, FreydĂs was able to recognise it for what it was- that is, that it was magic, just the same as the magic she possessed. What exactly this place was, she still wasnât sure, but she felt more connected to it now. It felt somehow more comfortable now.
The voice was no longer just that, as the same figure which had met her here before walked out from behind her, still just as mysterious, hooded and hiding her face. âSee?â she said, seeming rather smug. âYou did know how to see me.â FreydĂs rolled her eyes, unable to help herself.
âI did,â she replied. âBut weâve spoken like this before.â
The figure hummed and chuckled softly. âWe have,â she confirmed. âBut I think you have called me here for a purpose havenât you? What is it you wanted with me?â
FreydĂs swallowed a bit. The truth was that she had wanted to ask something of this figure which was always with her, but how she had known that⌠It was baffling, at best. At worst? Outright concerning. âI donât know where to go from here,â she confessed. âI mean, I do know, but I canât do it.âÂ
âYou must,â the figure advised. âIf you wonât, everything is lost. Surely a few moments of their pain will be forgiven? Ivar has done far worse to you, and they have done far worse to each other. Why not take this chance for all of you? For those in the future who you will save from this fate you are already suffering?âÂ
âThen you are saying that this sacrifice is necessary for the greater good?â FreydĂs questioned for clarityâs sake. The figure nodded.
âI am afraid so,â it replied, and stepped forward, brushing a hand through FreydĂs âs hair. âThere is no other choice if you wish to put an end to the schemes of those who wish to play at weaving fate.â
FreydĂs nodded reluctantly, and took in a deep breath which she let out slowly. âThen I have work to do,â she almost whispered. The figure hummed, and then suddenly FreydĂs was waking, and she adjusted so she would land on her feet when she returned to the ground.
It was a dreadful thing, realizing what she had to do to her husband and his brother. But if she was going to find the information she needed from either Dr. Schmidt or Professor Andersen, she wasnât sure she had much of a choice. So, she began the work of preparing her space, creating little fires all around herself in a circle by burning various sticks and leaves. Then, laying out her book in front of herself, she began to write the runes around herself which would allow her access to the right minds- even as wrong as it felt.
Her search began, seeking out the paths she needed to make it through to Ivar or BjĂśrn- whichever she got to first. They both had that final connection, she was almost certain of it, and if BjĂśrn didnât for some reason then she was certain that Ivar would, and BjĂśrn would have the connection to Ivar. They were the final pieces of the puzzle.
Being entirely alone meant that there was nothing to break her focus or her concentration, and that made the process all the quicker and more painless for those she had already been through. They would barely notice anything, aside from perhaps being reminded of what had happened the first time she passed through their minds. This being the first time she was connecting to either Ivar or BjĂśrn, however, they would feel the full force of the spell, only to be relieved once she had finally reached her ultimate target. She just hoped theyâd recover well enough.
When the spell finally reached Ivar, FreydĂs crawled her way into his mind just as she had with every other mind before his, and he cried out from shock at the sudden sight of her, and pain from the violence of the action. But that wasnât the only shock- not by far. What shocked him beyond that was how grey her skin had become, the deep black around her glowing red eyes. Her teeth seemed almost like fangs as she cried out at the effort it must have taken to get into his mind. Not to mention how thin her fingers had become, looking more and more like ink dipped claws than anything else. What had happened to her? What had happened to his wife?
By the time she left, Ivar suddenly could see his surroundings again, and it was only then that he realised he had lost sight of anything but his own mind until then. BjĂśrn was kneeling at his side, but it did little to soothe Ivar, who was shaking and suddenly very, very cold.Â
âWas it FreydĂs ?â BjĂśrn asked, and Ivar managed to look at him, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. But still, he managed a nod. âWhat did she do?â
âI donât know exactly,â Ivar answered, trying now to sit up. âShe came into my mind, andâŚâ A chill ran through him. âShe didnât look like herself anymore.â
 BjĂśrn opened his mouth as if to answer Ivar, when suddenly he too cried out, and collapsed to the ground. His hands came to his head and he clutched at it, screaming from whatever pain he must have been in. If she was doing to him what sheâd done to Ivar, then he knew the pain BjĂśrn was in. Ivar grimaced a bit at the thought.Â
Unfortunately, all he was able to do was wait for BjĂśrn to come back. Or, rather, for FreydĂs to release him the spell she had captured his mind in. Whatever it was she wanted, she had needed them both to find it, and then apparently she had it as BjĂśrn seemed to snap back into reality. He looked up at Ivar, eyes wide with horror.Â
âYouâve seen her,â Ivar surmised, and BjĂśrn nodded slowly.
âWhat has happened to her?â he questioned, barely getting the words out as he tried to shake off the pain.
Ivar swallowed, his eyes clouding with regret, along with many other things- one of which was grief. âThat book,â he said. âI think she has gone too far into it, and itâs corrupting her beyond what we could have ever imagined.â
 BjĂśrn was quiet. Ivar could tell he was thinking hard, which he may once have teased him for, but now he couldnât find the levity to do so. Eventually, BjĂśrn asked him, âWhat do you think she was looking for?â
Well, Ivar certainly didnât struggle to answer that. After everything they had been through, unless there was some sort of memory of Kattegat she sought, there was really only one thing that bound her and Ivar to BjĂśrn. That facility which had raised them from the dead, where she and her husband had first met Doctor Schmidt and Professor Andersen; where they had first been reconciled with each other.
âThe facility we were kept in,â he said to BjĂśrn. âShe wants a way in. My memories of jt arenât quite enough, we have mostly the same memories, but yours⌠They trusted you more than they ever trusted us. My mind was just her link to you.â
âWe should warn them,â BjĂśrn said, staggering to his feet quickly as he now had a mission in mind, but Ivar shook his head.
âNo, they deserve whatever she would do to them,â he decided. âI wonât save those who have caused us pain, not when they will cause that same pain to others.â
 BjĂśrn huffed in irritation. âThen what do you suggest we do?â he questioned sharply.
Ivarâs answer was simple, but first, he needed information from BjĂśrn. âYou do know the way in?â he asked. BjĂśrn nodded. âThen we meet her there. Those people deserve whatever she would give them, but I cannot let her repeat my mistakes. I fear we would never get her back.â
He could tell BjĂśrn was unsettled at the prospect- at all of it, really- but he could also see that BjĂśrn was resigned to this. âWe needed to get in anyway,â he figured. âMay as well let her help us.â
May as well let her help usâŚ
Ivar couldnât help but wonder when his wife had become someone he and his brother, the legendary Ivar the Boneless and BjĂśrn Ironside, feared. What would they call her when history told their story? Their names were known already, but she had only once been Queen FreydĂs , defined by her marriage to him. The image of her eyes still burned in his mind, glowing red as she showed her power. No, she wouldnât be Queen FreydĂs any longer. He thought something along the lines of FreydĂs the Scarlet was far more appropriate, now. He figured theyâd see exactly why when they met her again.
Unfortunately, time would prove Ivar right. When FreydĂs arrived, she had the information sheâd taken from BjĂśrnâs mind floating around in her own. That meant it was easy enough for her to get in, but it could only get her so far. What she had was a map now, essentially, but she didnât have anything near an already cleared path into the facility.
She made surprisingly quick work of detonating any firearms pointed at her, turning the blasts back on them once theyâd been fired. It wasnât long before witnesses stopped trying to fire on her, knowing what she would do, but she hadnât gone to spare those working in that facility. FreydĂs had gone for blood.Â
The hallways were flooded with red light as she fought through, alarms blaring in her ears to call out, âInvasion! Intruder! Danger!â in their own high pitched, squealing ways, but FreydĂs didnât stop. The warnings were about her, and were proven necessary when she wrapped magic around the throat of one of the guards, and used it to sever his head from his body with a single pop! The nearby guards gasped and cried out from shock as she then made his body turn on them, lifting his gun and firing a quick round. Their screams fell silent as she dropped him, and stepped over their corpses.
Her face now coated in a smattering of blood, FreydĂs stalked through the halls. The gunfire must have been significant enough a warning, because everything had gone still. No defenders rushed out to meet her, push her back and out. Anyone left had hidden, which meant she now had full access to the entire facility. Perfect.
FreydĂs stalked through the halls, searching each door for what she knew she needed. Any door that was locked to her, she simply decreed was not, and so every door was open to her. Eventually, she found what she had been looking for.
Doctor Schmidt was the first to face her. âFreydĂs,â she said. âBefore you do anything rashâŚâ
âAnything rash?â she repeated, laughing in the womanâs face. âBelieve me, I am being perfectly reasonable.â Without waiting on an answer, FreydĂs reached out and took Doctor Schmidt by the throat, lifting her almost violently into the air.
She heard a familiar gasp of, âFreydĂs !â and turned to see Professor Andersen standing there, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at the two women before him.Â
âAh, hello,â she said with a cold chuckle. âI donât suppose you can help me, can you? Iâm looking for information, about those you have brought back from the dead like myself, like my husband, and BjĂśrn Ironside. Do you have it?â
Professor Andersen opened his mouth to answer her, but Doctor Schmidt hissed out, âGive her nothing.â
Unfortunately for them, FreydĂs âs mind worked quickly. She figured that Doctor Schmidt was willing to pay with her own life, if it meant keeping these secrets from her, but what about the life of another? Would she sacrifice Professor Andersen to the same end? She suddenly dropped Doctor Schmidt in favor of lifting Professor Andersen in the same fashion, deciding to find out.
âDo you still wish to give me nothing, Doctor?â FreydĂs asked, looking back to her. âNow Professor Andersenâs life is on the line, will you give him up to save your secrets?â
Doctor Schmidt swallowed, but her eyes hardened. âKill him,â she said. âI wonât tell you anything.â
FreydĂs turned to look at Professor Andersen, whose wide eyes reflected the betrayal he felt at Doctor Schmidtâs words. âAnd would you give your life for her secrets?â she asked him. âOr do you want to give me the information I seek, and save yourself?â
Before he had the chance to answer, the most familiar voice yet yelled, âFreydĂs , put him down!â She turned to see Ivar and BjĂśrn rushing in, horror written across their faces. Ah, so they had seen what sheâd done to get this far. Oh well, she supposed that couldnât be helped.
âWhy should I?â she questioned. âYou know what they did to us, to others like us. Why should I give them any mercy now?â
She watched Ivar swallow, noticed how BjĂśrn kept an eye out, likely to be sure no one snuck up on them, and she tried to keep an eye out herself, as well. âBecause you wonât ever come back from this,â Ivar told her. âI have always admired you for the path you never took. Donât take it now.â FreydĂs turned back up to look at Professor Andersen, the fear he regarded her with, and even as a dark voice whispered in her ear to snap his neck, she remembered a night from over a thousand years before. Sheâd had this sort of fear when Ivar took her by the throat, when she had demanded to know what heâd done with Baldur.
Her magic weakened around him suddenly, and she let him drop to the ground. As soon as she did, she heard Doctor Schmidt scoff, âI knew you wouldnât have it in you.â
âDid you?â Professor Andersen asked her, around each breath he managed to take through his choking. âDid you know? Or did you know there was a risk?â
âOf course I knew,â she said, but FreydĂs âs eyes narrowed a bit.Â
âYouâre lying,â she accused. âYou couldnât have known. I did not know myself until I released him.â
Doctor Schmidt huffed, as if irritated with all this. âAlright,â she said. âI knew there was a risk. But it was a necessary risk.â
Professor Andersen shook his head a little. âI wouldnât have taken that risk,â he confessed. âEven though you told me not to tell her anything, I still would have done it if it would have kept her from killing you.â He took a deep breath, then stood to his feet as he looked to BjĂśrn, Ivar, and FreydĂs in turn. âBut I wonât let my loyalty stay in the wrong place,â he told them. âIâll give you everything you need.â
FreydĂs was stunned, but she wasnât about to question his sudden change in heart. âYouâve made the right decision,â she said, and when he nodded, she saw no hesitation in his eyes. She felt no lie in his heart, when she looked, and she nodded in return.
They left Doctor Schmidt behind- FreydĂs , BjĂśrn, Ivar, and Professor Andersen- to go down the hall to what seemed to be an archive of sorts. There, FreydĂs watched as their guide went into a drawer to pull out a thumbdrive, which he then plugged into one of the computers. She kept an eye on everything he did to be sure all he downloaded to it was the information they needed, no trackers or anything of the sort. Fortunately, it seemed he did exactly as he was meant to, and was soon handing the thumbdrive over to her.
âIt doesnât have any sort of lock on it so you wonât end up without access,â he said, âbut that does mean you need to be careful not to-â
âNot to lose it,â she finished for him, and nodded. âThank you, Professor.â
Professor Andersen nodded in return as he released the thumbdrive, which FreydĂs pocketed and stepped back. âGood luck.â
âYou too,â FreydĂs said. She didnât imagine there was any version of this where Doctor Schmidt didnât retaliate against him for what heâd done, and it was for that reason that she really appreciated his assistance. Doctor Schmidt had expected him to die for their research just as she had been prepared to, but he made a different call. Heâd turned the tide in their favor in that moment.
With little else to say, FreydĂs turned back to BjĂśrn and Ivar, and the two looked to her for their next step. Seeing they were ready to go, she turned and put out her hands, magic flowing out from them and pouring into a sort of cloud that hovered before them. She stepped through, expecting for them to follow. As soon as they were, she closed the portal to shut the facility behind them. They would soon reach the end of their efforts now, and it would only be a matter of time.
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Freydis loves her husband, right up until the moment that she doesnâtâuntil dawn arrives and she opens her eyes and finds his half of the bed empty, until she realizes she has not heard the baby crying, until the servants shuffle their feet and look away and refuse to tell her what happened while she was asleep.
In her dreams, however, she still loves him. In her dreams, she reaches out to caress his cheek and run her fingers along the scar, and he tenderly brushes the hair from her face. He looks at her like sheâs the only person in the world. Then she wakes up and remembers.
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If Freydis betrayed him or tried to abandon him he'd kill her but they are still together in season 6A and 6B and she's alive. The last time they filmed together was in July, then Alex did only battle scenes. She wants power and he can give her that so in turn she gives him what he believes is love like Hirst said, so she stays with him. But just because she doesn't love him now doesn't mean she never will.
I donât know. I had some spoilers and rumors that she would betray him and deliver Kattegat on Erik the Redâs hands, but tbh I would really like if we are all wrong and sheâll be a real love for Ivar, embracing his sweet side or becoming the Bonnie to his Clyde.Â
Heâs a good character, very well developed until now and he deserves to have a pair with the same good development he had. Alexâs work with Ivar was pretty precious and I wouldnât want less than a good work for Freydis if she will be his pair for real.
Ivar deserves a queen, but let us be honest, heâs mean and this is canon, so a woman for him must be sweet and submissive like his mother or stronger than him (Sub!Ivar seems to be canon as well) and Freydis is showing her colors as a strong woman so I think we shall have a great queen if they become a couple for real and the betrayal is just a fake new.Â
Let us see! But I have to say Iâm pretty excited for Freyvar ^^