Her Uncle’s Love
A/N: In which Sigurd’s daughter has Ivar’s Osteogenesis Imperfecta. Please check out Lisinfleur’s headcanons!
In his own way, Sigurd knew that her pains were something he could be accountable for. The times he spent cursing at Ivar for something that was, as he would rarely say out loud, wasn’t his fault. It could have happened to anyone… but he knows that his cruelty could have set him up for this.
“I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do.” You say as you pace around your room with his daughter in his arms. Tears wet your eyes as she cried audibly through the thick walls that felt thin. The eyes of her smaller brothers were wide like glistening jewels from their blond haired father to where you were, desperate to stop her wailing cries. A scene he remembers– because of course, it’s seared into his mind.
“Give her to me.” Sigurd offers out his arms. You slide the bundle into his arms, finding the burden of her pain better shared. Sigurd holds her tight against his chest, drawing his fur coat to cover them both. You follow after with your fingers anxiously melding together.
“Please… please don’t hurt her.” You know rationally Sigurd wouldn’t– but in your heart, you’re scared.
“It will be okay.” Sigurd turns last second to cup your cheek. “I’ll take care of this.”
“Where will you go?” You ask.
“To someone who knows.”