Chapter Thirteen

                                    

                                          


                          
As soon as the sun rose you were off. You had to find your sister. Ivar and Helga both told you to meet them later at the main hall incase anything had happened. You knew as soon as you reached the fields that something was wrong.
                          
Please whispered as you passed. One older woman even tried to stop you. "Don't let her see." Someone hissed but you pushed through.
                          
As soon as you saw it your heart plummeted. You'd seen blood before, of course you had, even your fair share of gruesome sights. But nothing would ever take the sight from your mind.
                          
"She... when...?" You spluttered out as you tried to get closer to her, wanted to wrap her up in your cloak and wipe the blood from her face.
                          
"Last night, I sent her this way with my girls, we had hopped to get them out of Kattegat but... they chased only her." A woman said quickly. As you turned to question her further you noticed Bard had arrived as was watching.
                          
Without thinking you grasped at a fallen sword and hurried after him. He hesitated for a moment as if he was unsure what you planned to do. But the soul swoosh sound the sword made as it tore through the air and narrowly missed his head made it clear enough.
                          
Trying not to stumble or lose him to the woods you chased, colliding with someone who called for help to have the heavy weapon you swing around blindly taken from you. "(Y/N)!"
                          
"She must have seen... maybe he passed through here?" The voices were familiar but your mind was spinning. You couldn't catch your breath or focus on anything and the ground looked as though it might slip from beneath your feet.
                          
"Wife, speak please... say something." A large warm hand stroked your soft cheek, worn fingers leaving a tingle in their wake. "It is allright, find him. I will stay with her." Hvitserk muttered when you finally looked at him.
                          
Ubbe nodded but he looked worried. Sigurd wore a similar expression but he quickly forgot what ever was worrying him in rue of chasing after their captive. "This is my fault." You whispered.
                          
Hvitserk looked away from Ubbe with a frown, gripping your waist in both hands as he jerked you to stand in front of him. "This was not your fault. How could you possibly have known this was going to happen?"
                          
"No it is. I have to find a way to... to. I have to fix all this." You said without looking at him. His brow furrowed with concern as you continued to ramble, shaking hands running through your hair. He wanted you calm and focused but he wasn't sure what he should do to result in either.
                          
"If it is your fault then it is mine too." He said firmly as he cupped your face, not allowing your enough room to turned or look away from him. "So we shall have to fix this together. So tell me wife. What dark thoughts run through that pretty head?"
                          
For a moment you didn't answer. You thought over what you wanted, what had happened. Then you felt the anger settle in. "He had planned this, all of it... I let him take her, he took my sister and her chance to join the gods!" You almost screamed out.
                          
Hvitserk stayed silent. His calm demeanor had the same effect as being hoisted into his arms and comforted as you would a child with sweet lies. "What is it that you want me to do my wife?"
                          
Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked up from the ground to meet his gaze, expecting to see the playfulness that usually filled hi gaze when he looked at you. "I want him dead. I want him to run as if Fenrir were at his heels and Odin himself called for his death." Your chest rose and fell quickly as anger burned through you while hot tears dribbled down your cheeks.