Ivar

Ivar had traveled with the raid to a far off land where he would find a woman with darker hair than him and exotic pale skin. Her eyes were captivating and despite missing his wife, he found more than just a new companion. She had come willingly to his bed, which had been suspicious and had Ivar on his guard until he could tie her up and have her. Yet after that, she didn’t leave. She flattered him with her words and that gaze of hers. It was enchanting and Ivar suspected that she could be a witch. Yet with how good she made him feel emotionally and physically, he was starting not to care.

Once his child was inside of her, he asked her to return to Kattegat with him. It was only after she agreed that he informed her of Pandora. He was oddly certain that she would agree to such an arrangement and surprisingly she did.

Ivar sat close to her in the boat while she stroked his hair through the sea illness. She struggled with his language but picked up plenty and very quickly yet even without speaking, he felt there was a connection. That this peasant woman wasn’t a threat to him and would make quite the second wife, aiding on his goal to spread children. Yet the extra wife aspect was a new piece. For now they weren’t wed, but he had courted ber to know that she would be at his side and be a second wife to him. Nikita smiled when he said this and had agreed.

As they approached the docks of Kattegat, he looked forward to being reunited with Pandora and their son, while also anticipating this introduction.

Ivar was covered in blood and it felt blissful to him. They had raided and slaughtered most of the small castle, the village inside of its walls was plentiful with treasures and resources. Only a few had been spared for various reasons. All of the Ragnarssons were enjoying their share of the spoils. However, while the others would be looking at the shiny trinkets, Ivar found himself walking himself through the castle and entering a room where he found a handful of pretty girls. It was clear why they were still breathing; they would make excellent slaves for various reasons.

"My my- what a selection..." He lets his blue eyes scan them over one by one, studying each one until he found Lucrezia in front of him. He had on his legs braces and used a crutch to stand tall when he reached out and touched her pretty blonde hair. "Are you afraid?" he asks, not knowing if she even spoke his language as he studied her face.