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It was way beyond crazy – it was terrifying, nerve-wracking – and the best battle they had ever had.
Bjorn let out a huge scream of joy and satisfaction, while his axe was nearly crushing into the heads and bodies of his enemies. He knew they would win – he was able to taste it in their sweet blood, in their scared eyes and their screams, whenever one of the Vikings came closer to them.
His axe was covered in blood, dripping wet and sticky at the same time, bathed in the blood of the Germanic small village they had ambushed. Fire was everywhere, and the screams of women and children were filling the heavy night air. Bjorn took a deep breath and leaned against a wooden wall. His eyes were amused.
“You’re almost done, Bjorn?” A sudden voice next to him woke him up out of his deep thoughts. It was Halfdan. His face was nearly as sprinkled with blood as Bjorn imagined his own face to look like; he laughed a bit.
“Almost.”, he said and took another deep breath, looking down to his axe. He still had it in his hands, the wood on the stalk felt nice and warm.
“I thought you might want to have a closer look at the women. I swear – some of them are born to be queens. Have you seen one you like?” Halfdan’s eyes scanned the small marketplace where they stood. The fire had nearly burned a lot of buildings, and Bjorn could recognize one of his closest warriors raping a young woman. The screams were so loud they almost echoed from the forest that was not far away.
“By now I haven’t.”
“You should do soon. Or the good ones will be gone!” Halfdan smiled and lifted his hand to pat on Bjorn’s shoulder, and Bjorn laughed a bit again.
“The good ones?”, he asked, and Halfdan nodded while he threw his axe over his shoulder to carry it.
“The pretty ones. You don’t want to fuck a berserker.”
Bjorn laughed out again and started to push himself away from the wooden wall. A few moments passed where he just stood there and watched the people going crazy about each other – it was a complete normal thing for him that the level of violence was increasing. Mead and beer had done their services, and they had won.
Everything he wanted to have.
A sudden scream out of nowhere aroused his interest. He turned his head left and saw one of his warriors pulling a young woman on her hairs and finally pushing her into the mud that was all over the ground. When Bjorn looked at her face, he was able to see a lot of rage and anger, different to other women.
She was beautiful, but she seemed to be not easy to handle.
Bjorn took a few steps towards the scene and took his axe into his hands again.
“Lasst mich gehen! Ihr verdammten Schweine…“
He couldn’t tell a word she was saying, but somehow he enjoyed the sound of her voice and the way she spit out these words. It almost sounded like a curse – it must have been, because the way the warrior pulled her hair was beyond friendly.
“You will fucking do what I tell you to do!”
“Hey!” Bjorn’s voice was freezing them both, and the warrior nodded respectful. The woman watched him derogative, with slightly blinking eyes. She breathed hard against the way the warrior kept her, and Bjorn nodded over to her.
“What do you want to do with her?”, he asked, and the warrior was getting a little bit pale around the nose. But his hand remained in the hair of the young woman. When Bjorn came closer, he could see that her hair had a dark blonde or light brown tone, probably both – while her eyes were bewitching green.
The warrior pulled her closer. “I want to fuck her.”
“I cannot let you do this.”
“Why?”
Bjorn smiled a bit mischievous and stopped in front of the warrior; he was taller than him, not only a bit, and seemed to be stronger. He pushed his axe back into his belt and nodded over to the young woman, who was still watching him in disgust.
“Because she’s mine. I saw her first.”
“You…. No, you didn’t! Well I…”, the man said, but Bjorn just raised his eyebrow and looked calmly at him. It was one of the moments where it was good to be a son of Ragnar Lothbrok – the warrior watched Bjorn for a few seconds, before he pushed the young woman over to him and snarled.
“Hope you kill her.”, he murmured, and Bjorn just grinned.
When the warrior was gone, Bjorn turned his eyes towards the young woman. She had her striking green eyes still placed on him and watched him like he watched her – her face was still showing all of her hate and anger, and her small fists were trembling. Her body was lean and slim, with long hair that nearly seemed to reach her lower back. A few drops of blood were crossed all over her face.
“You will come with me.”, Bjorn said, knowing she wouldn’t understand a single word he was saying.
“Bastard!”, was the only answer he got; and when she suddenly turned around and started to run, Bjorn was after her in less than a second. It was rough when he pushed her down to the ground, feeling the small body tensing under him. She was strong and Bjorn needed some strength to put her in a position where she wasn’t able to move so much – but when he reached his goal, he sighed.
“For fuck’s sake you are not a typical woman. You could have belonged to our shieldmaiden, but nah… being a Germanic woman will bring some trouble with it.”
The woman just watched him reserved; her hair was wild, all because of the fight they had have.
When Bjorn lifted his hand to touch her cheek, she bit his finger so hard it almost began to bleed.
It was a nearly throbbing sound when Bjorn slapped her in the face, reddening the cheek so much that his fingerprints were visible on her soft skin.
“If you don’t learn how to behave, I will sell you to the man who almost raped you, slave. And now get the fuck on the ship.” Although his voice was soft and quiet, the words sounded dangerous to anyone – and Bjorn knew that she didn’t need to translate to understand what he had just said.
So he gripped her hard by her arm and pushed her to the small muddy road that led to the sea where their ships were located.
On the way to the ship, none of them said a word. But when Bjorn pushed her over the railing of the ship, he could see two helpless rivers of tears running down her heated cheeks.
