Bonnie faced the hollowed legion before her otherwise known as King Alle's army. Midnight blue energy wafted over the horde of soldiers as far as her sight reached. This scene did not make it into the series! Inadu had managed to infiltrate King Alle's kingdom on a larger scale than she'd ever expected. How could she keep those under her dominion safe and still cast the hollow from the Ancient of Day's brethren?

King Alle sat upon a horse at the top of a hill glaring down at them. The obsidian blue which swirled about him was denser in mass than any one of his subjects. She doubted if any of him still remained within the husk which loomed before them. He appeared completely hollowed with no signs of life other than Inadu's influence.

Bjorn moved to give the order to attack, and she placed a hand on the arm which held his sword. His blazing blue stare arrested hers. "Don't take any unnecessary risks. Even though our numbers are greater, these English warriors won't fall with ease. Strength alone will not defeat them in hand to hand combat, you'll also have to use your intelligence."

"This is not my first battle, Mystical One." Some of the battle rage receded from his expression as he reached up to palm her cheek. After a brief instance of caressing her with his eyes, he said, "Nor, will it be my last."

Her heart swelled. Every emotion she'd fell into since knowing him overwhelmed her in that moment. What if the script completely flipped and in this version he died? All of their feelings and issues would be laid to rest unresolved with him. Now would probably be the last time she'd be able to tell him how much she genuinely cared for him. And even though he'd crushed her with the Astrid situation, she'd never be able to cut him from her life or heart over a mistake.

She opened her mouth to tell him all of that, "Bjorn-,"

"Shh," His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth. "What's in your heart is already known to me. There's no need for words."

"Regardless, I'd still like the option of saying them just the same. So do me a favor and keep your ass on this side of the gates of Valhalla, Bjorn Ironside! For I'd like to revisit this when we're not facing a hollowed legion of English warriors." She pulled a dagger from the thigh holster of her leather pants. Slitting her wrists, she silently blessed her blood with strength, protection, and power. She shoved her gushing forearm to Bjorn's mouth. At first he attempted to resist, "Drink of me and embrace what is dormant and untapped inside of you. You do this not for me, but in the name of Ragnar."

When Bjorn's eyes flashed gold, she pulled her wrist from his mouth. He snatched her in his arms and kissed her. After he released her, she moved on to Sigurd who took her wrist without a fight. Soon as his gaze flashed gold, she kissed him and hurried over to Ubbe. She held up her wrist to him. Unlike the others, she wouldn't force Ubbe to drink of her. He'd chosen to create a covenant with another, and she'd respect the vow even though she held none for his chosen.

"Ubbe, will you drink from me for strength, power, and protection?" She questioned, more than ready to move on to Hvitserk.

Without uttering a word, he placed his lips over the open wound and began to drink from her. His brilliant sky blue stare shimmered to solid gold. She withdrew her wrist from his grasp. For a moment they stared at one another. It still burned her to know there'd never be a them. To know there time had come and gone without a memory either one of them could hold dear. Yet given the chance she had no doubt they would've been fire.

Her gaze swept and locked with Hvitserk's. Ubbe drifted to the back of her thoughts as she made her way towards her future. Before she came to a complete stop in front of him, Hvits had her wrist in his mouth. He sucked on her like an owl on a tootsie pop. Heat surged within her. Her nipples pebbled. The throb in her clit imitated the beat of her heart. Soon as his eyes flashed gold, she snatched her arm away. Any longer and she would've scaled his ass like a wall.

Staggering away from him, she stumbled over to Ivar's chariot. He studied her with anxious eyes as she climbed on next to him. With great effort, she lifted her wrist to him.

He shook his head. "No, My Love. You've exhausted yourself and we have yet to engage in battle."

"Yet even if I die this rising, I'll live again." She rested her forehead on his. "You and your brothers won't. Though I know you all long to enter the gates of Valhalla, I'm not ready to set my gaze upon such a sight. Please, My Conqueror."

Reluctantly, he tugged her wrist to his mouth. As he drunk her down, he scrutinized her with a golden gaze. After only mere moments of indulging, he pulled away. When she opened her mouth to protest. He raised a hand, "That is all I'll take. Now heal yourself so we may flood this land with the blood of our enemies."

Bonnie inclined her head as she healed the wound at her wrist. She turned to jump down of the chariot, and he grabbed her arm. He yanked her to him by the front of her cloak. She fell against his chest, before she could regain her bearings his mouth descended upon hers. Just as fast as it began he pulled away.

"Ivar-,"

"Go," he said, while continuing to stare straight ahead at Alle's army, "We will have ample time once Ragnar is avenged."

No they wouldn't. Once they claimed revenge for Ragnar, she, Bjorn, and Sigurd, would return to the Mediterranean. They wouldn't see each other again for years, and even then they'd be on opposite sides of the battlefield.

"No we won-," she began.

"You must trust me, My Love," he said, finally turning his supernaturally charged methane blues on her.

Not having the heart to break his, she only nodded before jumping from his chariot to rejoin Bjorn on the front lines. Once back at her protector's side. His narrowed stare crept over her face.

"Are you well?" He questioned. A hint of anxiety rippled across his features.

She felt a little light headed, but she could still wield enough energy to drive the Hollow back into whatever hole she crawled from. "I'm fine, give the order."

"Wait," a familiar voice said to her left.

Murmurs sounded throughout the warriors at their backs. Bjorn's eyeballs nearly kissed the ground as his mouth flapped open and closed. "Odin!" He managed to gasp.

Bonnie whirled around. Silas stood next to her glaring at Alle's army. The sinking feeling in her stomach lifted. She wanted to tell him how happy she was he decided to come despite his fears but all that came tumbling from her mouth was, "She's here."

"I know," he answered, tearing his gaze from the horizon to look at her. "And you need a proper offering if you're to win the day." He held out a hand to her. She took it without hesitation. Pulling her dagger from her thigh holster, he place the handle in her palm. He angled his head away, so his carotid was exposed. "Take what you need."

Bonnie glanced back to Ivar and Hvitserk who both watched her through squinted gazes. She quickly returned her gaze to Silas. "Why're you offering me your neck? A wrist will suffice."

"A wha-no!" He slid an arm around her waist and tugged her against him. "You're not sucking on my damn wrist, Bonnie. I offer you my neck because it's a gesture of respect between mates."

She attempted to tug away from him. "But I'm not your-,"

"Drink!" He roared, snatching the knife from her grasp and slitting open his carotid.

Utilizing original speed she balanced herself on the tips of her toes and slurped down mouthfuls of his blood. Soon as his blood entered her, every nerve ending in her body exploded with mystical sorcery. Potent surges of energy crackled through her vessels. Ancient witchery set fire to her arteries. Incinerated her organs until she blazed with golden fire from inside out. She tore her mouth from Silas' neck. Fearing if she ingested anymore of him she'd be scorched to ash. With thought alone she closed his wound and opened one upon her neck.

"Drink," she rasped, unable to string together the words she needed for a coherent sentence.

He palmed the nape of her neck, tilted her head back. Faster than the lightening which zipped across the sky, his mouth cover the wound. He pressed his body into hers, and she felt his godhood lengthen and harden. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. Hell, she'd bite the damn thing off if she thought it would keep her lower half in check. The last thing she needed was her hips telling the goddess' forsaken truth about how bad she wanted to be invaded by him in that weak moment.

After he'd drunk his fill he pulled away as his tongue swiped at his bottom lip. "Your eyes are blue," he whispered.

"And yours are gold," she replied.

His gaze darted over her shoulder. "Give the order." He glanced back down to her and a smirk sat perched upon his lips. "You'll fight me, and give your heart away incessantly, but in the end you'll not escape what was foretold by the Goddess of All and the Ancient of Days. For we are preordained, Bennett. This all ends with you and me."

"What'd you see?" She demanded.

He laughed and released her. As he backed away, he shook his head. Before she could force him to answer her Bjorn gave the order and all hell broke loose. All thoughts of the future Silas glimpsed dropped on her priority list. King Alle's army charged them as if they had the advantage in numbers. None appeared to have a care for their lives. Yet their carelessness was courtesy of the thing which now resided within them.

Before they collided with the sons and daughters under her dominion, she released a tsunami of mystical energy into the approaching horde. Immediately, the tarry blue light dimmed. Those not entirely hollowed dropped, while the already dammed among them spun around in circles discombobulated by the brilliance of the golden light searing through the dank dark corridors of their broken minds. Their warriors took advantage of their confusion and went to work chopping down as many as they could.

One void warrior charged her. She lifted her hands toward the sky. The void soared into the heavens. Another thought to jump into the chariot with Ivar as he bludgeoned a hollowed English soldier who'd taken to biting chunks out of his horse's neck. She called for the poor soulless bastard's heart. The void's body crumpled to the ground even as the heart pounded its last several beats in the palm of her hand.

All around, her faithful's fought without fear and courage. Yet their bravery meant nothing in the face of disposable warriors who were being controlled by an entity who cared for nothing but power. Inadu would continue to wage war until every last one of her warriors met their end. And that's where the difference started with them. For Bonnie would sacrifice her own life before she allowed that hollowed bitch to harm even one child under her dominion.

They had to end the battle before they suffered any more casualties to that bottomless bitch. Her gaze sought out Silas. He fought side by side next to Hvitserk and Sigurd. They all engaged multiple hollowed soldiers at a time. Each of their blows were swift, precise, and fatal. Although Silas looked magnificent, he lacked something. Almost as if he traded blows with one hand shackled behind his back. She growled to herself. For she probably was about to make the stupidest decision she'd ever made, but every instinct within screamed there was nothing to decide.

Without placing anymore thought into it she lifted her hands towards the sky. She connected with the entire reservoir of untapped mystical energy. Her sorcery seeped from her to slither into the bank of stored magic. For several minutes, she sifted through the vast amount of witchery. Until a super charged pulsation jarred her to the marrow, heralding it as the oldest energy populating the stores. She pumped a mental fist.

Bonnie latched on to the ancient mystical energy, and then split the heavens wide to birth the prehistoric power back into reality. Her knees weakened as she attempted to manipulate the magic by rolling it into a sphere form. The witchery however was having none of her urgings. It wrapped itself about her, pressing, plunging, tweaking, and nipping at every erogenous zone on her over sensitized body.

"Behave and find your other half so he may once again be complete," she chastised, before launching Silas' sorcery at his back.

The direct hit from his magic knocked him to his knee. The Void he'd been fighting attempted to take advantage of his misstep, but Bonnie snapped his neck with a twist of her wrist. Silas stood and faced her. Disbelief tainted his features as blue electrical pulses webbed themselves between his fingers. Methane sparks leaped from his eyes. Pride damn near burst her wide at the seams. Now she knew how Dr. Frankenstein felt. Got damnit, he's alive!

"Inadu, if you're listening. Go on and pack your shit in, this is about to be game. Check, Bitch!" She swung her ax and decapitated a soulless warrior who thought to charge Sigurd from behind.

Silas smirked as he dipped his head to her. She nodded back. Soon after the battle took a turn from tedious to quick and effortless. By the time they'd cut down the last English warrior and strung up King Alle, the skies opened to release a steady down pour. Yet no matter how much rain fell the blood and gore of the day's battle would forever stain the land.

"Bind him to my chariot," Ivar yelled from his perch on his seat of power, "I shall like to drag him to the locus where he murdered my father."

"Did I tell you he's my favorite next to his father?" Silas whispered next to her ear.

A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Did I tell you he's my favorite as well?"

"I find this acceptable," Bjorn said, tossing King Alle's ropes to Floki. "All Father?"

Silas still watching her with a slitted eyed glare said, "As in all things, I defer to my will be mate. What would you have them do, Most High?"

Silas' little proclamation agitated the hell out of the Lothbrok brothers. Ivar nearly strangled the life out of his poor horses, while Hvitserk glared at the ground. Bjorn appeared to be close to biting his tongue in half. The muscles in Ubbe's face looked locked and loaded as rage blazed unchecked in his sky blue gaze. Even Halfdan seemed to want to plant his battle ax in the center of Silas' forehead. Only Harald beamed as if he stood in direct sunlight. His reverence for Silas bordered on embarrassing. Floki on the other hand said little, but his side-eye said enough.

"I'd have them do as Ivar wishes," she said, skewering him with a pointed glower of her own, before moving pass him to hop up on the chariot with Ivar.

"Of course you would, My Love," Ivar said, wrapping an arm around her waist before regripping the reigns.

She slipped her arms around his neck. "Careful, babe. If your head gets any bigger, then you're gonna need a larger helmet."

"The place he speaks of is not far from here. Follow the path until the bend," Bjorn said, before slapping Ivar's horse on the ass and sending the animal into a gallop.

****

Bonnie watched as a murky blue light flickered in King Alle's eyes. If she'd blinked she would've missed the tell-tale sign the hollowed out bottom feeder was in the building. Each time Floki hammered the iron rods into the king's palms a flash of tarry blue would ignite in Alle's stricken stare. On some level Inadu must've sensed her host's pain. An idea sparked Bonnie's mind. If her trifling ass could hurt, then why not give the bottomless bitch an agony she could carry with her throughout the next several centuries? Bonnie's smirk took a sneering turn. Leaving her place between Ivar and Silas, she moved closer to the prone king. She knelt before him and stared into his eyes. She slit her wrist and shoved it against his mouth.

"Bonnie-," Floki panicked.

"Leave her!" Silas ordered.

The blue tar-stained light in Alle's eyes flared, indicating Inadu's close proximity to the surface of her host's mind. Got you, bitch! Bonnie's sorcery went to work binding the cancerous energy to the host on a molecular level. Quintessentially, making them both one and the same. It was the same spell Klaus thought to utilize to defeat the hollow. Though effective the results would be short lived. Of course, destroying the main dwelling of Inadu's host would destroy her foot hole in this world. Yet the stain she'd placed upon her followers insured her ejection from the physical world remained temporary. Temporary however provided enough time to spin the state of war to her advantage.

"Since you want nothing more than to be a part of this world, then allow me to reintroduce you to all of the suffering which comes with it!" Bonnie lightly slapped Alle's cheek as she increased his pain receptors and lowered his tolerance for the physical emotion.

"Suffering?" Feminine laughter rumbled from the bowels of Alle's throat. "I've endured torture you cannot even perceive, child."

"No worries, Inadu. You'll learn soon enough that I rarely ever disappoint," Bonnie lifted her index finger and signaled for Bjorn to continue.

Bjorn plunged the red hot blade into Alle's back. Bonnie saw the exact moment when Inadu realized not only had the game changed so had the rules of engagement. The hollow and her host released a wail which probably reached Wessex and Kattegat. The shrill cry provoked a stitch of excitement to race down her back. Even the sight of her protector hammering away at the fallen king's ribs and spine didn't repulse her. Instead a high she'd never known seduced her senses. Flirted with her sorcery until her magic writhed just beneath the surface of her skin.

Ivar slithered next to her to have a closer inspection of Alle's torment. She leaned over, pecked the corner of his mouth and stood. Chorded arms ensnared her waist. "I love the look of you after battle. There's not another sexier than you when drenched in the blood of our enemies, while still lusting for more," Silas whispered next to her ear.

Her gaze flicked to her boys. She could count five other sights who gave her sexy a run for her money. Each of them reminded her of Ragnar in their own way, but they were all phenomenal in their own right. This fact alone is why her heart rested in a fractured state. For no matter how hard she tried not to, she loved them all. Yet in the end fate would only allow her to claim one.

"You have your magic back now," she said, moving her gaze to Ubbe who's grin almost touched his ears. Even after he'd chosen to marry another she still longed for him. "You can stop pretending to be interested in me. We both know you'd rather be sniffing out Amara's next doppelganger."

He swung her around, so they were pressed chest to breasts. "Who's pretending, Bennett? You've neutralized the Hollow for the next fifty to hundred years, give or take. Defeating Ecbert's kingdom will take less work than getting a standing ovation from Golden Boy's favorite dockside harlot." Bonnie's slitted glare flicked to Bjorn, but he tapped her chin to draw her attention back to him. "Allow me to show you Asgard."

"There's an Asgard?" She questioned as doubt nearly hoisted a brow clean off her forehead.

He scoffed. "Is there a Asgard? Of course, Bennett. Did you think me homeless?"