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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 (𝟏/𝟓)

Hi everyone! As already announced a few days ago, I started writing this mini-series, and I’m so excited omg I’m having the time of my life writing it 😂 It’s an enemies-to-lovers historical AU and (very) loosely inspired by the events of Bridgerton. There will be a lot of funny bantering, romantic tension as well as angst and also a few smutty scenes😏

I hope you enjoy - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Helmut Zemo x female reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  London, 1813. There is new evidence that Hydra - the secret organization that murdered your family - has taken root in Sokovia, under the reign of Baron Helmut Zemo and his court. The ball season has begun, Baron Zemo is visiting London to strengthen diplomatic relationships and gain new allies, and Sokovia is still lacking a Baroness. You, warden of Tony Stark, are the last chance to end Hydra without risking a war and find out if Baron Zemo is really involved in Hydra’s schemes. So, there’s only one thing left for you to do: woo the Baron, gain his hand in marriage, become his Baroness - and bring Hydra and the Sokovian court to its knees.  

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 |  6 k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  only harassment for now but there will be some angst and smut in the later chapters (so 18 + only). 

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧

London, 1813. While the rest of the city was feverishly preparing for the first dance of the year to finally open the ball season – or, as mothers and their unmarried daughters called it with a giggle, hunting season – the atmosphere in the most beautiful mansion at Grosvenor Square was tense.

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Your Grace Playlist (by @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog)

This is the fic I wrote for the Vikings Big Bang❤️ You can also read it on AO3. 

*Please remember to check the warnings at the beginning of each chapter! It’s sometimes very explicit and of course +18, do not read if any of the topics I put in the warnings could be triggering for you. And please tell me if I didn’t warn about anything properly so I can add it. Thank you!

Part 1: forever winter

Part 2: king of my heart

Part 3: tolerate it

Part 4: exile

Part 5: hoax

Part 6: peace

Part 7: evermore

(this fic was originally published on AO3 on February 15th 2022)

The sister •Ivar The Boneless•

Ivar walked side by side with Katia through the markets of Kiev silently as she smiled and greeted each and every merchant she passed with her breathtaking smile. He had been obsessed with her from the moment he'd laid his eyes on her. She looked exactly like Freydis had. But there was a clear difference. Where there was manipulation and obsession in Freydis, there was Geniune love and admiration in Katia. She told him the truth always. Even when it was something he didn't want to hear. And whilst he knew that Katia did not love him, she'd told him so on many occasions, she did treat him with such. And it only kept him captivated with her. And whilst Oleg was annoyed with Ivar's attentions to his wife, he was also a wise man and knew that it only kept him by his side. So he allowed it begrudgingly. And Katia enjoyed Ivar's touch and love. It was gentle and all consuming. Unlike Oleg's rough taking whenever and wherever he'd like. He treated Katia like property and a means to and end. Ivar treated her like a Goddess and worshipped the very land she walked on. So she was a selfish creature who continued to indulge. But as they rounded the corner into the town square, her eyes zeroed in on the two figures in the middle of the crowd surrounding them, swords clashing as they tangled themselves in mock battle. She stopped frozen in shock and Ivar only furrowed his brows as he stopped beside her. "Something the matter?" He asked. She took a deep breath and composed herself quickly, that serene smile finding its home back on her face. "No. No. Just surprised as all." She said still watching the two figures as the small one ducked under the larger ones sword at the last moment and swept their foot under the others, sending them flying into the dirt with a yell of pain and sending their sword flying out of reach. the small one pounced onto their opponents back, holding a dagger to the large ones throat and muttering something quickly causing them to cry out as their head was yanked back by the hair so the dagger had a clear place to rest at their throat. "I yield!" The small one let go roughly and jumped up, grabbing the discarded sword and sheathing it quickly as the gathered crowd cheered loudly. "You know them?" Katia gave him a coy look before making her way over to them. He followed after, the thumping of his crutch alerting the crowd who quickly parted for the two. "Sister!" Katia greeted happily and threw her arms around the woman who tensed under the touch as if it personally burned her. "Katia." She said stiffly. Katia only giggled as she pulled away. "Im sorry. I forgot you do not like to be embraced. It's been such a long time." The woman only gave a stiff nod and eyed Ivar who stood side by side with Katia as her equal. "This is Ivar Ragnarsson. He is Oleg's special guest here in Kiev." She said placing a gentle hand on Ivar's arm which made him blush instantly. The woman narrowed her eyes at the action and gave him a stiff nod as well. "Ivar, this is my little sister Tatiana." He nodded back at her studying her. She was Lithe and muscled slightly. Still nothing like the sheildmaidens back home. She was quite small and short. Her hair was raven black like Katia's but as the sun shined on it, it had almost a blue hue to it, her eyes were a Grey like a winter sky, rather than blue like Katia's and she had a wary air about her. As if always on alert. She was truly like nothing he'd ever seen before. And he could feel a stirring of something within him.

As Ivar walked with Igor to the great hall for dinner, the boy talked with his puppets about anything and everything and Ivar laughed along with him at his impression of Oleg. But the puppets were quickly forgotten once they turned the corner and Igor spotted Tatiana. He threw them down and ran towards her with vigor. "TATI!" He yelled as he barreled into her at high speed causing her to grunt. He wrapped his arms around her middle and crushed himself to her despite them almost being the same height. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Igor." She said softly. "I missed you!" The boy whined, almost sniffling as the fat tears rolled down his cheeks. "Shh. You're alright Igor. I'm here. And I've missed you too." She said soothingly. Ivar watched the two of them with a softeness in his eyes. He loved Igor as a son. And seeing him so affected by someone else was heartening to him. Igor had been stuck to him since they'd met. He'd been the only one the boy felt comfortable with. The only one he said he'd loved. And now he had someone else on his side. And Ivar was happy for the boy. It was clear he could trust Tatiana. And he debated telling Tatiana his plan now that he was witnessing what he was seeing. He tensed as Oleg entered and sneered at the scene. "Sit down boy! And stop your sniveling! You are a man! Act like one!" He shouted loudly. Which only caused Igors sniffles to turn to sobs as he clutched at Tatiana even harder. Which sent Oleg into a rage. He stormed over with his hand raised as to hit Igor but before Ivar could open his mouth, Igor was behind Tatiana, who's sword was now out and held to Olegs throat as he glared down into her eyes and swallowed thickly. Katia stood in the corner and watched the two of them face off with a look of worry on her face. She and Ivar locked eyes for only a few seconds in which she silently asked him to intervene. He took a step forward and Igor rushed to him, clutching onto his arm not holding his crutch, like it was a lifeline. "You dare to disrespect me in my own home Tatiana Volkov?" He spit. A smirk passed over the woman's lips. "I do. Oleg of Kiev. You will not touch another hair on that boys head as long as I live." "Things can be arranged." Oleg said nastily. Ivar quickly cleared his throat and Oleg backed up still eyeing the woman. She sheathed her sword and gave him one last glare before turning and stalking from the room. Oleg then turned his rage filled eyes towards Ivar and Igor. "Come. Dinner is served." He proclaimed before sitting down at the table. It was another moment before anyone else dared to move.

He watched her cut down man after man on the battle field with vigor, never slowing, never tiring, as if it was the easiest thing she'd ever been tasked with. If her steel armor did anything to slow her down, she didn't show it. She moved as if it weighed nothing even though he knew it was hefty and knew even the strongest of his men would complain about the load on their bodies. Blood ran down the shiny surfaces like rain dribbling off the leaves of the trees, only leaving a slight discoloration behind. Her black hair flew in the air with every move and force of strike from its high ponytail, the hair on the top of her scalp braided in to two wave like patterns, disappearing beneath the leather strap that held the rest of the straight and loose hair together as it spilled down her back. No one dared to come near Ivar on the battlefield, giving him a wide berth and choosing to fight his allies instead. A few brave men would approach and be quickly dispatched from the land of the living. Oleg was losing. And quickly. Anyone with eyes could see that. And the coward he was, he refused to fight with his army, preferring instead to sit upon his horse on top of a hill and watch the battle instead. And he could tell the man was not happy at all. It wasnt long before three horns in quick sucession were blown. The call to retreat. And the fighting ubruplty stopped, what was left of the Rus army retreating back the way they came. This time when he looked back at Tatiana, their eyes met. They regarded each other silently before Tatiana nodded at him and moved to disappear into their own army of men. She was truly a valkyrie.

That night when they'd come to the gates of Kiev, they were met with a single soldier. Swords were drawn but the man simply opened the gate and welcomed the army into their walls. His guard was up and so was Tatiana's. The two of them leading the army into the town's square where people were gathered and looking up at a tower to where Oleg stood, drunk and delivering a speech about God and loving thy neighbor. He scoffed loudly and Tatiana tightened her hold on her sword. Igor stepped beside the two of them and looked up at his uncle and his oppressor with a look of fear. Ivar handed him a bow and arrow after seeing it. "Its time for you to stop being a cripple. Eliminate that which holds you back." He said. Igor notched the bow and pulled the string back, suddenly calm. Oleg caught sight of him and called out. "NO! Igor! Not you!" But Igor only took a deep breath to steady himself and muttered "I am sorry." Before letting the arrow fly. It whizzed through the air and hit its Target, Olegs heart. And they watched as he gasped before collapsing. Tatiana gripped the boys shoulder in comfort and Ivar patted his back. Between the two of them, he stood strong and tall.

Katia watched the two of them from across the hall. Laughing and telling eachother tales of battle and drinking deeply from silver goblets of wine and ale. She smiled. She couldn't be happier seeing the two of them as close as they had become. She settled a hand on her belly as she observed. She would be taking over Olegs responsibility of ruling as regent as Igor was still too young to take his rightful place. And she was carrying an heir. Not Oleg's. No. Ivar's. And whilst she knew this would complicate things for her his and her sisters budding relationship, she would be honest with the both of them about what this meant. It didn't change anything for her and Ivar's relationship. It had been a convenient one. One of pleasure and admiration and nothing more. And whilst she would make sure everyone knew this child was Ivar's and that her child knew who their father was, she didn't want anything deeper with him. They did not love eachother. And she did not want another forced relationship like she'd had with Oleg. And she also didn't want to ruin her sisters happiness. Not when she'd finally found it after so long of being miserable and mistrusting. No. She would make her intentions very clear and hope it would not ruin anything. Because Katia didn't lie. And she wouldn't start now.

"Why are you both leaving me?! I don't understand!" Igor yelled as tears rolled down his face. Tatiana softly grabbed his cheeks and wiped them away as they fell. "It won't be forever little moon. We will come back. But there are things that Ivar and his brother must take care of and he's asked me to help them. Should I abandon them in their time of need?" She asked quietly. He sniffled and shook his head. "Then I must go." He shuddered as quiet sobs wracked him. "Swear to me!" He demanded. "Swear it on your sword!" She nodded to him "I swear it on my sword that I will return to you. We will return to you little moon." He crushed himself to her and she kissed his head as he soaked her dress with his tears. She looked at Ivar over his head with sadness and he returned a sad smile. It had to be done. No matter how much it was destroying them inside to leave.

It was done. Kattegat was won back. But Ivar The Boneless would not be the one sitting on the Throne. Hvitserk Ragnarsson would. Ivar The Boneless had been killed in the battle along with his wife Tatiana. Atleast that is what everyone thought. Should anyone dig up their graves in the English countryside, they would be empty. A ploy. And if anyone had looked close enough during the burial ceremony, they would've seen the knowing smile on King Alfred's face, small, but there as the night before he'd helped to smuggle the two out of England and back on their way to the Rus. He bowed his head in prayer as a sacrifice was made to the pagan gods. But he prayed for their safe return to where they would now call home. Not to the place they called Valhalla.

Igor raced out of the castle and towards Ivar and Tatianna as they dismounted their horse, her helping him to the ground and to steady himself. She barely turned when a force barreled into her at full force, nearly knocking her to the ground. She grunted loudly as she was clutched to a taller Igor. "You've gotten taller little moon." She said as she embraced him. He was nearly taller than her now at age 13. He only clutched her tighter to him. Ivar snorted from behind them. "What am I? Fish guts?" He jokingly taunted. Igor released her and immediately slammed into Ivar, Causing his knees to buckle slightly and he gripped the crutch tightly to keep himself from falling. He laughed and wrapped his free arm around the boys shoulders. "I've missed you both." Igor whispered. "We've missed you too, son." He said softly. Igor snapped his head up and looked at him with awe. "You mean it?!" He asked. "If you'll have us." Ivar replied with a smile. "Of course!" Igor replied squeezing Ivar tighter "Father." And then looking over to Tatiana. "Mother." She teared up happily for the first time in a very long time. "Come on you two. It's cold. Let's go inside. Don't want to catch our deaths hmm?" She asked. Igor let go of Ivar and began to lead them into the castle, talking happily and animatedly about everything they missed whilst they were gone. Ivar entwined their hands as they walked side by side behind Igor into their new and final home. "Oh and Katia will be happy to see you both! Alexei has been quite the handful! He's always into something!" Igor sprouted off. Tatianna snorted and looked to Ivar. "Hes definitely your son then!" Ivar raised a brow. "I would expect nothing less from any son of mine. Look at Igor." They both smiled and Igor turned to both of them with a grin that could rival the sun's rays. Yes. They were both home.

Guardian! Andromeda •James Delaney angst part 2•

He'd first seen her when He'd fell into the water as the ship sank. It'd been flashes of her white dress, her long hair, her face. And right before He was about passed out from oxygen deprivation, He'd felt her dainty arms wrap around his body and bring him to the surface so he could suck in huge breaths of air. But he saw nothing. Not even as he feverishly searched around him and in the water. But he knew. The second time was when he'd been ready to give up. He'd been whipped and forced to work in the hot sun. Sweat poured down his body and exhaustion was fighting him. But he knew if he fell, if he stopped working, he was dead. They'd kill him. And right as he was about to let exhaustion take over He'd felt a rush of energy. Like someone else had taken over and he was moving once again with a new found pace. And he knew this time too. It wasnt a coincidence she came to him when he needed her the most. So He'd started using his new found powers to call upon her. To get a glimpse. The first time he'd seen her she was sitting on the bank of the lake shore humming and knotting flowers together as the wind blew her hair back. She paused her work and turned to look at him with a smile. "Alright james?" She'd asked him. And he was so startled that he'd let go of the vision and tumbled back into the land of the consciousness. And as he had gotten better control of his powers he had been able to talk and interact with her more and more. And that brought him to now. Somehow. He didn't know how. But he had manifested her outside of his visions. And she followed him Everywhere. At first he didn't mind. He enjoyed the company. But when he returned to London, he had work to do. And she seemed to always be lecturing him. No matter that he was already called mad delaney. No. Now he was seen talking to himself by others. They couldn't see or hear her after all. She was sat on the table where he sat in helgas brothel, her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hand. A look of boredom on her face as James scanned the room. "James. Can we go home yet?" He set down his goblet and swallowed. "No." He said quietly. She huffed. "Hes not here. The captain is not coming is he? Or he would've been here." She said. James ignored her and she rolled her eyes. Dieing at 16 really sucked. She hadnt been kissed, was still a virgin, and now she was stuck with the worlds grumpiest James delaney. Well. She wasnt stuck. She chose to stay. And she would go back and die again if it meant Zilpha was safe. But from what she saw Zilpha had turned cold and she didn't like it. The bell above the door rang and she turned to look. "James.." "hush." "James!" He winced as her yell rang in his ears. He looked up and saw the soldiers. He cursed and stealthily got up and made for the back door. But was spotted. "Delaney!" He kept walking. One pulled out their gun and shot. She knocked into him to push him sideways, the bullet went through her body and stuck into a pillar. He opened the door and disappeared into the alley, hiding until they came out. He then took out a knife and slit the ones throat before catching the other ones attention. She narrowed her eyes as the man pulled out a dagger of his own. Before she could do a thing James lunged. They grappled and the man managed to slice james' side open. He groaned and plunged his knife into the man's neck much like He'd done to her killer. He leaned back against the wall and lifted his shirt. It was bad. "James.." she said worriedly. He waved her off. "Let's just get home." He said and moved with great pain, stumbling down the streets. She let him use her as a crutch. Shoving some of her energy into him to get him home. He banged on the door and Andy could've cried when her dad opened the door. But she composed herself and helped James fall against the couch. She stood by watching the two of them. Her eyes glistened with tears watching her dad. When he went into the kitchen to get supplies James looked at her through pain filled and hooded eyes. "He misses you." She smiled sadly. "I miss him too." She said taking a seat beside him. Brace returned shortly and fixed up James best he could before retiring. James stayed on the couch for a while before standing and making his way to the stairs. "Im going to my room." He muttered. She nodded. "Goodnight James." He grunted in return and disappeared. ------------------ The next morning he awoke and came down to the kitchen to find Andy hovering over her father, watching him closely. And Brace seemed to be in a good mood for once as he served up the breakfast with a smile. James raised a brow. "Why are you all chummy for?" He asked taking a bite of the eggs. Brace sighed. "I dunno. I just feel..different." was all he said before disappearing again. Andy smiled watching her father disappear before sitting across from James at the table. "Your doing i take it." She shrugged. "I dunno. I tried to communicate but you know how that usually goes." She said. He grunted and downed his first days glass of brandy before standing. "Whats today then?" She asked. "Father's will reading." She groaned. "Boring." He cut his eye at her. "Fine. Ill be quiet." She said and stood to follow. ----------- Like she thought it was all boring. Until a lady stepped forward claiming to be Horace Delaneys widow. She immediately did not like this woman. She seemed arrogant and rude and spoiled. She had scoffed and rolled her eyes every time the woman talked and James was growing annoyed but he couldn't lose it infront of the lawyer and this woman so he gave her a subtle look to knock it off and she just crossed her arms and leaned against the desk infront of the two of them whilst they tried to figure out this stupid mix up. ---------------- "God, i HATE her." She stated as soon as they were back onto the london streets. James snorted. "Her pores seep arrogance and entitlement." She groaned. James just raised his brows in agreement with her statement. "Shes gonna be back isn't she?" She asked. He gave a curt nod to which she groaned loudly. "I can't believe I'm stuck out here with you. I wanna go back to that lake place. Where I dont have to see her again." He sighed. "Well can't do anything about that at the moment can I? I dont even know how you're out here in the first place." Andy said nothing but followed him on his various errands like always. Usually quiet this time. Until: "Can we get a cat?" "NO." "Dammit." A/N: hope you liked guardian! Andromeda. I tried my best.

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Broken •Ivar The Boneless Modern AU•

WARNINGS: angst, Mentions of suicide attempts, mental illnesses, abandonment, psych wards, semi happy ending on this one boys. Sorry. I had to do it to ya! I love torturing myself and you guys!

She was 8 when her father married Aslaug. It hadn't been easy for her to get used to the combined household. And Ivar didn't make it any easier on her. Her other step brothers were nice and comforting to her, even Sigurd. But not Ivar. He was mean and went out of his way to make her existence miserable. But he wasn't the catalyst or even the reason for why she did what she did when she was 16. No one knew the answer to that question still. And it had been years. But Ivar remembered it as if it was yesterday. Because he'd been the one the find her. And that image was something he'd never get out of his mind. He would live with that trauma forever.

Ivar pushed the front door open already annoyed as he could hear the metal music thumping from outside. And it assaulted his ears as he entered and slammed the door behind him. It was turned onto max volume and he couldn't even hear himself think. "ZORA!" He screamed enraged. But it didn't carry over the music. She had skipped school that morning. And he'd known because Aslaug had been informed by the school. He was a senior whilst she was a sophomore and so he'd been excused per Aslaugs request so he could go home and ensure everything was alright because Zora wasn't answering her phone or the home phone. And Aslaug was worried. He resented Zora. She was always pulling some dumb shit and worrying his mother or upsetting her and he was done with her shit. This was the last straw. Now it was interfering with his own life and he refused to let it continue. He stormed up the stairs, albeit slowly since his braces limited his leg movement and his legs were rather weak. But he reached the landing and stormed into her bedroom, shutting off the music and growling when she wasn't present. He banged on her bathroom door. "ZORA! you better fucking get your shit together! You hear me?! I'm tired of your bullshit! And it's starting to fuck up my life!" But there was no answer. And that only enraged him more. He gripped the handle and tried to turn it only to discover it to be locked. "Stop being a bitch and open the fucking door Zora! I'm tired of you! You hear me?!" But more silence followed and his anger began to receed and worry replaced it. "Zora?! Open the fucking door!" He banged one more time. No answer. He took a deep breath and began slamming his shoulder into the door. It finally splintered and gave way. He stumbled in and immediately his breath left him as his stomach began to turn. There she laid on the floor in a heap, empty pill bottles scattered around her along with one of her father's expensive bottles of Whiskey almost emptied as well. "Zora!" He stumbled towards her, ignoring the pain in his legs as he heaved her limp body up and against his chest. "Hey! Hey! Zora!" He slapped her cheek but she still gave no answer. "Fuck!" He yelled and dragged her to the shower, falling back into the tub with her against his front. He turned the knobs of the shower, freezing water cascading from the shower head and drenching the both of them. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, thankful for the waterproof case on it and dialed 911.

Ubbe rushed up to the front of the house where Ivar paced by the front door, soaked with water as the paramedics worked on Zora upstairs where he'd left them. "What the hell happened?!" Ubbe asked worried. "I dont know. Mom called the school and asked me to leave to check on her since she'd never went this morning. I came home and she had her music turned all the way up and the bathroom was locked. She wasn't answering so I forced the door open and she was just laying there on the floor surrounded by pill bottles and a whisky bottle. She wouldn't wake up." His voice broke amd tears swam in his eyes as he recounted what he found to Ubbe. His brother pulled him into a hug and held him tight. "Its gonna be ok Ivar." He only sobbed quietly into his brother. Ubbe didn't let go. Not when the paramedics wheeled Zora down the stairs on the stretcher or when they slammed the doors to the ambulance shut and sped off with her to the hospital.

Aslaug had been beside herself with worry and grief. No one knew why Zora did what she did. And it was a shock to everyone. Zora had always been happy and sarcastic. Never once did she elude to being unhappy or even in pain. Her father had made the hard decision to send Zora to an outpatient program for treatment. He loved her with all he had in him and he couldn't bare a repeat of the recent events. She'd been gone from the home for 8 months before coming home again. And she truly seemed better. She seemed sorry for what she'd tried to do. And made the effort to get better and stay better. Going to therapy. Taking her medications and following the rules given to her in order to stay at home. Which were no sharp things, no unattended medications or alcohol, and monitored constantly. And Ivar even made the attempt to befriend her. His attitude towards her was better. He was gentle and nice and made it clear that if she ever needed to talk he was there. No matter what. They became closer. Even inseparable.

Maybe that's why it hurt so much when Freydis came along a couple years later into her adulthood and he abandoned her. But she kept her head up and continued on her path to betterment. Until one night when she spiraled and all that pain in her chest was too overwhelming. She had tried to call Ivar multiple times as she sobbed and tried to resist the dark thoughts that invaded her mind and took over. It had been her last ditch effort to stop herself and get help. To cry out that she was no ok and that she was scared of what she was going to do if left alone with her thoughts. But he'd ignored every. Single. One. He was annoyed by her calls and finally ended up turning off his phone completely when it was clear she wouldn't stop calling. He had been with Freydis on a date and he wanted no distractions. He would call her back later. He would regret that decision deeply once he'd turned his phone back on to dozens of texts and calls from his mother and brothers.

"Ivar!" His brothers frantic voice met his ears after picking up on the second ring. His heart dropped into his stomach immediately. Bjorn was never this worried or scared. "What? What happened?" He asked quietly. Almost frightened of the answer. "Its Zora! She tried to kill herself again!" He said urgently. "What?" He whispered. And suddenly he thought back to all those calls he'd ignored earlier and guilt set heavily in his chest. He suddenly felt dizzy and had to grip the chair infront of him before rounding it and falling into it. He rubbed a hand down his face roughly. "H-how is she?" He asked. "We don't know. They won't let us back with her. They said that given her history she will most likely be sent to another program again." He sighed through the phone. Ivar couldn't get over the guilt. "I-i did this." He said upset. "How ivar? Did you force her to swallow those pills?" "No. But I ignored her. She tried to call. Several times. I ignored them. I was annoyed because I was on a date with Freydis. I should've answered. I should've known something was wrong. She never calls.." there was silence on the other end and he closed his eyes as tears escaped. "No ivar. It's not your fault. She made her choices." Bjorn finally replied. "I gotta go. She's at kattegat General if you want to come. If not, that's OK too. Get some rest ok? It's not your fault." And then the line went dead. There was silence for a few minutes before ivar let out a roar of rage and began to destroy his apartment.

When she'd gotten back from the program ivar forced her to move in with him. She said she didn't want to be a burden to anyone but he called bullshit and said she clearly couldn't be trusted on her own. And she had gone silent and allowed him to began packing her things. And it had worked out for the both of them. He monitored her and she was getting better. She kept mostly to herself in her room and he was fine with that. He had always known she was introverted. And it worked for the best when Freydis would come over. But things went south quickly when he'd found out Freydis was cheating on him. And when he'd asked her why she'd said that his relationship with Zora as a caretaker was too much for her. That he gave her too much attention as if she would break at any second. He had quickly told her to get out. To delete his shit and never contact him again. And she had done so without any argument. His love for her had grown to hatred the moment she'd tried to blame her actions on Zora. He was devastated at first. Freydis had been what he'd considered to be his first true love. And Zora was right by his side through his mourning. She didn't judge him or say anything. Just sat quietly and let him rant to her or watched TV with him. She didn't tell him that she'd heard everything that night. She didn't tell him that she knew she was the reason for his break up. And she didn't tell him about the guilt she harbored because of it. And that was only strike one for her. Strike two had been in the form of Katia. She was nice, she looked exactly like Freydis, she made him happy for the first time since Freydis. Zora made it a habit to make herself scarce whenever Katia was around, not wanting a repeat of the Freydis situation. And it worked. But Katia and Ivar broke up a short time later, both citing that they just didn't see it going anywhere. And whilst Katia had said that that was the reason, she had also mentioned Zora. Said that it was awkward to return to his apartment for private time knowing his sister was across the hall in her room where she rarely left. And Zora began to feel an even bigger ball of guilt form. This was the second of Ivars relationships she'd indirectly ruined. She had told him the next week that she was moving out. And whilst he tried to protest and argue, she refused to budge and he let her go. He shouldn't have let her go. He would do anything in his power to take it back. To force her to stay. Gods. He would. Because strike three had been when her father and Aslaug had been killed in an accident. It was sudden. And it was no one's fault. The two of them had been driving home in a storm and the car slid off the road and flipped after hitting a particular wet patch and sliding suddenly without warning. They both had been killed instantly. Everyone had been devastated. But not Zora. Or so it seemed. But he knew better. He knew she put up walls and pretended. He had tried his hardest to stay close to her. He called her every night to check on her and make sure she was OK. Especially after the funerals. And she put on a good show. Even he was finding himself falling for it at times. And he really should've known something was wrong that night when she didn't answer immediately like she always did. He always called at the same time. There was no excuse. But he let himself believe she was just busy.

She pushed the car harder, faster as it rounded the bend. Ivar had called. She ignored it initially as she gulped down the alcohol that she'd been drinking as she pushed her foot down on the gas, listening to the metal music blaring through the speakers of the sports car. But she faltered and sighed, pressing the callback button. He answered on the first ring. "Hey! You ok? You usually answer." She smiled sadly as tears slipped down her cheeks. "Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I was in the other room for a minute and missed it. Times been fast today." She said dejected. Silence and then. "Zora? Are you OK? Be honest with me. You sound.." she laughed sadly. "Yeah ivar. I'm ok. More than OK. Hey. I want you to promise me something ok?" He frowned. She wasn't making any sense. And he was growing worried. "Yes. Anything." "Ok. Promise me you won't be mad ok? You'll be ok. You won't be sad all your life ok? Promise." Ivar could hear his heartbeat rushing in his ears. "Zora. Where are you? Don't do anything stupid. I'll come get you! Please just whatever you're doing or thinking of doing, don't!" "I love you Ivar." She whispered before hanging up. He slammed his fist into the counter "FUCK!" He dialed Ubbe and quickly let him know what was going on before grabbing his keys and rushing from his apartment and to hers. But it was empty. And her car keys were gone. And he felt the cold feeling of dread settle in. And he knew this time she wasn't coming home. And she knew it to as she jerked the wheel on the next turn forcing the car through the guard rail and off the cliff, into the freezing waters below.

He was the last one standing at the grave site. He clenched the rose in his fist and glared at the shiny headstone. "I know I promised. But I am utterly Enraged with you right now Zora. How could you do this to us? To me? We lost Ma and now you? How many people have to suffer just because you were hurting? You could've said something to me! I would've done whatever I needed to! You knew that!" His voice broke and tears dripped down his cheeks. "I hate you Zora! I hate you!" He sobbed quietly. His emotions taking over. He threw the rose down and stormed off just as the rain broke the sky.

"Careful Igor! Wait for me!" Ivar called out to his son who ran ahead of him and fell down infront of the headstone. "Hello Aunty Zora! Happy birthday! I brought you a flower I picked from the backyard!" The boy said happily and set it carefully down on the headstone. "Igor. You must be more careful. What if you'd have fallen and hurt yourself?" Ivar scolded. "Sorry! I just wanted to get to Aunty Zora faster! To show her my surprise!" He pouted. Ivar sighed and relented. "Ok. Just be more careful ok? I don't think she'd want you to hurt yourself over her." Igor nodded happily. "Ill be right back I forgot MY flower in the car. Dont move." He turned and walked back the way they came. "Man. Tell him he should wrap you in bubble wrap then eh?" Igor's eyes lit up at the woman sitting infront of him. "Aunty Zora!" He breathed. The woman smiled back at him. "Hello little moon. How have you both been?" "We've been ok aunty Zora. But dad's been seeing this new woman. Ingrid. She's really nice. And she likes me. So dad says she's a keeper. But he's also really wary that she'll end up leaving." "Mmm. Tell your dad to lighten up. Not every woman is like Freydis hmm? If she likes you and hasn't run yet. That's a good sign. I have to go soon little moon." She sighed. "So soon? You just got here. He frowned. "Unfortunately I don't have the energy to keep this up. And I only get special privileges on my birthday. You know this. Tell your dad I love him ok? And I love you too. I'll see you next time little moon!" "I love you too aunty Zora!" He watched her disappear. "Who were you talking to?" Ivar said as he carefully kneeled next to Igor. "Aunty Zora said she loves you and that you should give Ingrid a chance." Ivar snapped his head to Igor and felt as if the breath was knocked out of him suddenly. "Z-zora was...?" Tears welled in his eyes as he looked back at the headstone. "She comes sometimes. Only on her birthday. She says the gods give her special privileges only on her birthday. So she uses them to visit us." He said happily and Ivar closed his eyes, tears dripping down his cheeks. "She also said that you might as well wrap me in bubble wrap at this point." He let out a laugh at that. "Yeah. That's something she'd definitely say." He said sadly. "Don't cry daddy. She wouldn't want that. She's always watching. She said grandma and grandpa are as well but they don't visit because you're at peace with them being gone." He frowned. It was true. He had gotten over his mother and fathers deaths. But Zoras was the hardest. He always felt that guilt deep within him that said he could've done something. Igor patted his back. "Its not your fault. She said so." He collapsed at that, sobbing so violently at the relief that flooded him. The weight that lifted off him was immense. It wasnt his fault. There was nothing he could do. She'd said so. Igor only consoled his father until he'd calmed. "Come Igor. We will come back next week. I think we both need to talk about your....abilities hmm?" He asked with a watery smile, placing the rose on the headstone and using it to stand up. Igor beamed as he got up too. "You mean the ghosts?" "There are more?!" He asked surprised as they made their way back to the car. "Mmhmm. There's an old man over there! He's playing with his dog! The dogs name is Sammy! And he loves his favorite ball!" Ivar groaned. "Ghost dog with a favorite ball. Lovely." Igor giggled.

EDDIE BROCK/VENOM

The cringe train just keeps coming. I'm sorry.

She ripped off her white lab coat and moved down the hallway of the life foundation quickly, against the screaming employees running the opposite direction. Away from the roaring and banging coming from the control room. She had hidden her mutation from carlton drake and everyone she worked with for good reason. She has always gotten a horrible vibe from her boss. But she stayed out of fear. Not for her. But her family. And now, now she was needed. She completely ignored the blond woman as she walked passed her to the broken watch tower window, climbing the edge. "Hey!" The woman grabbed her arm. "What are you doing?!" She asked panicked. She looked at her letting her eyes shift purple as her hands began to glow. The woman stepped back in shock. "Stay out of the way." She said and dropped down. Faintly hearing the woman exclaim "oh not you too!" In frustration. She landed on the metal walk way with a loud clang catching the two men's attention as she easily and expertly jumped onto the runway to the launchpad. Carlton hesitated before smiling his signature fake gentle smile. " violet. Call the authorities quickly. Mr Brock here has taken our symbiote and is using it as a weapon." He said trying to look innocent. She stepped forward to allow him to see her glowing purple eyes. His smile faltered. "Violet?" With a quick movement she had his throat trapped in a glowing purple whip. He choked and grabbed at it as he felt to his knees choking out her name in question. "Oh can it you slimy bastard." She pulled tighter as she walked closer past Eddie Brock who watched in frozen shock. She kicked drake over the platform and released the whip. " you always did piss me off." She said over the empty edge before turning and walking back up the ramp. "Come on Brock. Safety third." She said moving past him. "Hey who the hell are you-" he was cut off as the symbiote called riot jumped over the ramp and impaled him with a shard. She growled and allowed herself to be engulfed in a purple flame as he approached. He growled back and jumped off into the air to the rocket. "Fuck!" She yelled. She ran after it leaving Brock on the platform. It was too late for him. She knew realistically she couldn't do anything more. This was a fucking rocket. And her powers only did so much. She was no Jean Grey. She cursed to herself as she watched the rocket began to lift off. It was over. There was nothing else she could do. She shook her head. She should've defected with Dora. She should've protected her and the others. But she didn't. She stayed quiet like a coward and now drake and riot were gonna bring millions of those things back to earth and kill everyone off. And there would be nothing she could do then either. She was frustrated with herself. But as she deflated and turned to walk off in defeat the rocket exploded in a flash of fire and smoke and she found herself yelling as the ground shook, throwing her into the icy waters of the ocean. The last thing she remembered is seeing Brock hit the water not too far from her before she blacked out.

•VENOMVENOMVENOMVENOM•

she moved into the store behind Eddie. Him and venom talking about dinner. Which was you guessed it tatertots and chocolate. Which she wrinkled her nose at but then again this was venom. He was weird anyways. The three of them had become close after the events at the life foundation. Venom claimed to like her because of her powers and Eddie said she was nice. Though the blush on his cheeks lately when he spoke compliments to her said otherwise but she kept her mouth shut. She stood in another aisle perusing the snacks as the bell above the door sounded. She ignored it and grabbed a chip bag she had never seen before looking it over. But quickly was distracted by a gruff voice and Mrs Chen pleading with someone. She put the chip bag back and peaked around the corner. A man pointed a gun at Mrs Chen as she opened the register. She looked at Eddie in the next aisle over peeking out too. She shook her head at him and stepped forward. The purple whip appeared in her hand and she lashed out with it. Grabbing onto the man's hand that held the gun. She stepped out. "Does it make you feel hard picking on a little old lady?" She asked tilting her head to the side. "Do you get a rush of power?because personally I think that makes you a pussy." She said releasing the whip. The man glared and turned to her. "What did you just call me puta?" He asked pointing the gun at her now. "I said. You're a pussy." She repeated with a smile. He cocked the gun and took a step forward but quickly froze in fear. She felt the ground shake and grinned when the shadow fell over her. " have you met my friends?" She asked as venom moved forward and grabbed the man. "You come in here again, infact you go anywhere in this city preying on innocent people and we will find you and bite off both of your arms and then both of your legs." The man shook in fear. "No. No." Venom continued. "And then we will eat your face right off your head. Do you understand?" The man shook his head. "Please. Please." "So you will be this armless, legless thing rolling down the street. Like a turd. In the wind. Do you feel me?" The man finally gathered the courage. "What the hell are you?" Half of venoms face rolled back to reveal Eddie. "We are venom." They said simultaneously, Eddie smirking at the end as venoms face covered him again. Venom thought for a second and then announced. "On second thought." He opened his mouth wide, his tongue danced for a moment before devouring the man whole. "Jesus dude." Violet said quietly. Venom retreated into Eddie and he rolled his shoulders as he came back to his own body. "Eddie? Violet? What the hell was that?" She asked shocked. "Oh that, pshhh I got a parasite. Yeah. Night Mrs Chen!" He waved leaving the store. Violet moved after him nonchalantly. "Yeah. Just an extra DNA gene here Mrs Chen! Goodnight!" She said cheerfully. "No! I will not apologize!" Eddie argued with venom. There was a pause before Eddie gave in. "Alright I'm sorry!" She rolled her eyes in amusement. Her boys were endearing.