#raidings

Season 2

Chapter eleven

Ivar's P.O.V

Yrsa did not come to bed last night after our argument. Sometimes when we disagree she would stay somewhere local. Then come home the next day. Today, she didn't come home, which meant that I was in deep shit. She is so stubborn sometimes, and when she wants something she'll do anything to get it.

A small girl with blonde hair and brown eyes came up to me. "Excuse me, sir, can you possibly help me get my ball off the ledge?" She asked. She pointed to the stable where we keep the horses. She was sweet, and I knew I couldn't say no to her.

"Yes."

I got up and went over to the ledge and got the ball down for her. It was just the height for me to reach without straining myself.

I gave her the ball and her face lit up. She began to smile, showing her missing front teeth. She then pulled on my shirt, making me bend down. She then placed a kiss on my cheek.

"Do you want to play with us, King Ivar?" She asked. It was the first time someone asked me to play with them, and I did not know how to respond.

"Yes," I said, as she took my hand into hers, "But I can't stand long!" I said to her.

"That's ok, sir, you can sit in the shade with, Einar." I looked up to see a young boy, missing a leg sitting and waiting for the little girl on a stack of hay.

She walked me over and sat me with the small boy, he had a Viking haircut, and his face was painted blue. The little girl began throwing the ball at us as we threw it back. This is what it's like being a normal kid.

I began to envision my own children playing together. I can see them playing with other children. My son: Head strong like his mother, fearless like me, and ruthless like me as well. My daughter: Kind like her mother, sensitive like me, and cunning just her mother. My son will have my eyes, my nose, and her smile. My daughter will be all her mother. Goril- meaning daughter of mother.

The more I thought of them the more I fell in love with them. I was more in love with them than anybody else. The Prince and Princess of Kattegat.

I can see Yrsa teaching my beautiful daughter how to sew. How to be a shield-maiden and be ruthless just like the both of us. I can see myself teaching my son how to ride a horse. I chuckled at the thought of him riding my chariot with me. They grow up to look so much like us, and I love them more because they are Yrsa and I. The proudest moment of my entire life will be when they receive their scared rings.

Tears flowed down my eyes and that's when I realized, I will be so happy because I've created my own family. I know I can do that. I know I can make so many sons, only because I love Yrsa. My love for her will prove to the Gods I'm worthy of so many sons.

"Excuse me, King Ivar..." said the little girl, I snapped out of my daze when I realized I wasn't playing anymore.

"Are you still playing?" She asked.

I sighed, "Unfortunately, I may have to cut play time short," I said, getting up.

"It's tough being boneless..." I said, patting my legs. The kids laughed as she helped the one legged boy up herself. I felt good making them laugh.

I looked up to see Yrsa shopping around with a slave girl and my Uncle Rollo, and Hvitserk. It's a small family outing. Uncle Rollo knows a lot about Kattegat and I'm sure he is teaching her everything. He bent down and began to discuss the soil. I remember that discussion. Light black and of course, not good planting soil. Black and fresh, is very good soil.

I walked over to them as Yrsa ran up to me and gave me a hug. "I guess you're not angry anymore..." I chuckled. She pulled away, glaring at me. I know that look, it means she has not given up the fight.

"It's ok, Ivar, the Gods have other plans for us."

"Ahh, my sweet- '' I said, softly, removing a small statue of Freyis- the goddess of fertility, out of Yrsa hands.

"You know you're not a very good liar..." I said.

She sighed, taking the small statue out of my hand and putting back into her pocket.

"Hvitserk gave it to me..." "Apparently, he is into some other religion, Budda?"

"What does that have to do with the statue of Freyis?" I asked.

"Instead of praying to Odin, I should pray to Freyis..."

"Oh, I love how Hvitserk is giving you fertility advice!" I said, sarcastically.

"He wants to be an uncle..."

I sighed, "I can understand that," I said. She looked at me surprised.

I became shaky as I took her hand into mine, I put her fingertips to my lips and said, "I want to be a father."

"You do?" She whispered.

"Yes, I want a son or a daughter-" I smiled, "or both!" I laughed, nervously.

She smiled brightly at me, her breathing became very shallow. I slowly brought my lips to her and hers and kissed her softly. I could feel my legs buckle from beneath me.

"Could we start now?" She whispered.

I sighed, "Follow me."

I brought her over a small shed, I could not wait to bring her home, I had a deep urge that ached for her. I knew that the Gods were helping me. Although a part of me was nervous, I never allowed that to control me. She quickly removed her dressed exposing herself to me. She is truly beautiful, her curves show she'll have a successful birth.

I laid her down in the hay and began to kiss her. She removed my armor just leaving my tunic. She then took that off my tunic as I hovered over her. We were both naked together, my heart pounded through my chest, as she ran her hand across her face.

"I'm nervous," I said, my voice shaking.

"Me too," she brought her lips to mine as I felt a strange tightness. I sighed deeply through my nose.

I could tell it pained her, but I felt confident enough to know that I will conceive a child with her. She is young and healthy, and she is strong. I know she will be able too. I went slow for her, but I could still tell it pained her, but it wasn't the pain that meant I was hurting her. It was the pain that said, she was no longer a virgin.