Pack Mentality

Summary: All of the Reader’s life she lived a life far outside the norm. While her mother was playing maid, her step father, Ragnar was out late with her step brothers, always returning with blood soaked clothes. After the death of her mother, Bjorn, and Sigurd it was up to her to take her mother’s spot in the dysfunctional family. A fate she could barely accept. Years later she finds herself on her own, working as a homicide detective until Ragnar catches wind of her and begans murdering people in her town. She was foolish to think she could ever escape. After all, her family always functioned like a pack of hungry wolves and they are desperate to get to her back.

Warnings: Nsfw, violence, language, smut, oral, triggering events, a seriously dark fic, murdering, little bit of blood!kink, stalking, (basically this is one fucked up fic) 

[8 years ago]

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Enchantment

Summary: a twisted tale of a witch being put on trial and the hunter that dared to put her there.

Warnings: explicit content, spell casting, violence, smut, seducing, language, manipulation

Your heart pounded as your feet pushed against the earth. Your cloak flowed and danced in the air with each hasty step you took. It was early morning and a dense fog had seeped through the village. The air was brisk but you could sense the thick tension.

‘Please don’t let this be, please don’t let this be.’ You silently thought as you came to a clearing in your village.

All the others had already gathered like a play on a stage. Just as you had feared, your mother along with your aunt were on the little stage with ropes around their necks. A small gasp escaped your lips as your eyes widened.

“Kill the witches!” A man shouted.

“Yeah, kill them!” You heard a woman reply.

“Stop. No.” You tried to shout but the stern look from your mother made the words come out as a whisper.

No sympathy for the witches. You couldn’t show ot or else you would be put on tial and hung too. Then you heard the heavy thudding of boots and Ragnar, the famous witch hunter, appeared. Ragnar came to your village in search of witches not even a whole month and he already had taken so many to the grave.

His ice blue eyes searched the crowd as you slowly stepped back.

“I came here because I live for one purpose and one purpose only! To cleanse the village of the wicked!” Ragnar shouted.

The whole crowd shouted with their fists raised high in the air.

“I have hunted witches all my life, it’s in my blood to do so. And I promised the Gods I would not leave until I have killed every single one!” He continued.

You focused your attention on your mother. She was whispering something. Perhaps doing a final spell before her death. Then you heard her voice echo in your echo. It was all but 3 words.

“Make him pay.”

She wanted you to make that witch hunter pay. And she had every right to. Your kind had allowed this to on for far too long. With you being the final witch it was all up to you. It was a challenge you could gladly accept.

“Do you have any last words?” Ragnar questioned.

Your mother lifted her head up. “There is life in death.” She spoke calmly.

You blinked back your tears as the platform beneath her feet dropped down and then your aunt was the next to drop down. It took everything you had not to cry out. If you showed sympathy for the witches than you would be next on the stage. And you couldn’t allow that. There was work to be done.

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