Reincarnated Into TWD 1st FF

[This chapter talks about our MC's early years and his life. You can skip this if you want.]

Bjorn was a smart young lad. Always looking around as if searching for something or someone. He is now six years old, and he's on an off the books secret mission with his father. After all the training he's been put through from him and his mother he's become something else entirely. If he was older he'd be a grandmaster with blades. But since he's young his body he is only at the apprentice level or acolyte, welp, pup or whatever level it is above beginner. Young yes but extremely lethal.

His father was a marine captain special forces ghost operation team leader. His mother a combat medic. She joined her husbands team after fighting back the scumbag surgical department head at the hospital. He kept trying to seduce her her even after finding out she was married and at a work event for new experimental treatments, drugs, and procedures. It was at this time he had bribed his way into the position and she was already upset so when he tried to force himself on her drunk she basically made him impetent and useless after a really good few strikes to the cock and balls.

Her husband found out after he returned one day and took her into the team. At that point they have been married for two years happily.

His father Ragnar the 6th was named after the first Viking king invading England who was killed before England was formed when he surrendered to capture. Who believed they were direct descendants of the Norse god Odin the All Father. Or so the legend says. His first born son Bjorn Ironside was our ancestor. Who was the first and only true king of all Norway. It was believed that his queen was without child but it was a lie and thus the Lothbrok legacy still lives on to this day. They never forgot the sagas never changing always direct and true from the lips of the late queen till the present.

He was raised in the old ways as all male children were since the old days. From blades axes spears and now fire arms.

His mother would train him in the human body and his father with weapons and Bjorn mixed the two together and found ways to kill in CQC (close quarters combat) even more effectively than any man alive. Especially since he has to adapt as a child and he used it most effectively. He turned his weaknesses into strength when able to.

When he was born his mother Gloria wanted to start singing again like she did when she was in her early teens and started doing small time shows after singing a song as she walked around the hospital with new born Bjorn. Another artist was doing the same and they talked together and then she was invited to do a song together. It was a hit and she became a small time musical artist. Rap, rock, country, didn't matter she had the talent. Just like her medical skills she was a genius.

She taught Bjorn different things. And he caught on quick over the years. He as well had a musical talent. But the parents were both distraught after learning from him telling about one of his nightmares. And started making arrangements. He was only four years old when he was sedated and going in to do some experiments with his mother. His father standing guard by them at all times.

And now here he was. Raven black shoulder length hair. Eyes as blue as the ocean. Almost other worldly when angered. Like a storm about to be unleashed. His height had him looking like he was ten years old. Even if he was six. This had made both parents happy because it meant he was growing up healthy and proud because after everything he still has his innocence and his heart pure.

They were on a mission in France. Some catholic priests were doing experimental research on orphaned children for longevity. The U.S. had an intriest in this matter and manipulated the situation and had a team ransack the research but other countries had this same idea and covertly manipulated the teams to work together. They all stole everything from the French they left quietly. No one new what happened.

(That's how the walker virus started at least in this fanfic. Apparently the outbreak started in France anyway from what others told me I just gave a little backstory I haven't watched any of the other spin offs so I have no idea. Why the church you ask? Well many reasons. They're just as bad if not worse then cristians. Be quiet I'm not shitting on your beliefs so don't be offended over words or views of other people. Anyway back to the story.)

Extremely Gross acts of human scum not for the fient of heart.

You've been warned turn back now

This is my first time writing something like this I took inspiration from another FF that I forgot so if you noticed that's probably where I got it from. Anyway don't keep reading if your gonna be bashing constructive criticism is allowed but be a bitch somewhere else you're useless to everyone if it's not helpful. Remember it's my first fanfic ever and all your drama shit put it on someone else's plate not mine I'm allergic. You've been warned.

Can't blame me if you keep reading. You can skip this chapter.

On the way to the rendezvous point (Meeting point) at the French and Spain border we came across some child trafficking bastards. It was an extremely remote area. A small compound made of nothing but what seem to be pallets of wood in the middle of a clearing surrounded by a forest all around. That is until you went inside.

We seen them kill six male adults brutally as some were setting the women to be "broken in" later aside for the moment, after they were done with the new males. They put the kids in collars and had them start doing light chores. While some were being toyed with out in the open but naked while others were being used as cock sleeves while walking around.

They had strung up three men into an upside down position. Arms and legs spread out. Heads turning redder and redder as the minutes passed. Blood and oxygen supposedly never flows down only up. Too much blood and you'll bleed out through your ears, nose, even eyes. Hell in some cases you have to have it drained by a medical specialist.

And as one was dying by blood filling his head one of the traffickers had cut the cock and balls off another and threw them to cook on the grill while another had cut the throat of one with what seemed to look like a reall dull rusted broken pocket knife. His screams were almost other worldly the way his voice was cut open it is hard to describe unless you've heard it yourself. It was slow and deliberate.

As this was going on the same trafficker that was doing the cookout grabbed the cock and balls to feed it to the man it came from as his blood was flowing non stop from his injury scaring the women and children around that we could see. Then the man threw it up and spat his blood filled mouth at the abusers face and everyone laughed at him.

This had extremely pissed off his abuser so he had picked up a hot metal brander and jammed it into the man's crotch area just causing him to scream and beg for death.

But death didn't save him from torment. The trafficker was so angry because the others kept laughing at him. So he cut the man down. Feet first causing the man to twist his arms so fast with his weight coming down in a spin that he not only broke his arms but ripped his muscles as well as he spun down still hanging by his now ruined wrists as well about a foot off the ground.

The man screamed his voice horse from all the deathly screams he's done at his tormentors hands. If that wasn't bad enough, he had cut the man slowly at the wrists one after another dropping the man to the ground. The man was a fighter though. Because through all the pain an torture he endured. He ended up doing a round house kick sloppily and pathetic but it somehow smacked his tormentor in the head knocking him to the floor face first. Then the others laughed so hard at him pissing him off even more.

So he ran to the other guy took his piece of crap dagger he was using on another man long dead and forgotten because of the drama and laughter.

He went back to the guy now laying on his stomach he brought him back up on to his knees after kicking him in his stomach and the man spat blood and dirt he had in his mouth on to the tormentors eyes. Then everyone saw this and dropped laughing even harder clutching their sides. Others mocking him.

This sent his tormentor over the edge and had started cutting the back of his neck with the shit pocket knife causing untold amount of pain and agony. As his head was being cut off brutally and slowly.

My anger flared to a point where I couldn't contain it anymore. I was angry my parents saw this and they were willing to help me. I wasn't thinking I just acted.

I snuck in as night started to come. My parents as well. Only they were all drunk and high. There were no lookouts just toying with the women and young teenage girls. I killed six of them while mom taken out twelve and dad the other thirty.

The women all had a lifeless look in their eyes except the new ones. Same with the children. We helped as many as we could and had taken many with us to the evac point and they had all gone to different areas.

Except the children six and under. Mother found out they were orphans and had taken them to a church run hospital and were placed in different homes when they got back to the U.S. Except for one….

End of the human scum part.

She was a Spaniard girl half Norwegian. She believed in the Norse gods. She witnessed hell on earth but her eyes…they burned a fire like no other…like she wouldn't submit to that life. And she wouldn't. She had a sneak skill that'd make the walkers look like beginners.

He was covered in blood and wounds from the people he'd killed. No mercy no talking just clean and precise work that'll make an master surgical specialist look on in envy. They looked into each others eyes. The boy otherworldly blue. The girl otherworldly green. Something in them clicked. Like they found a missing piece in the other that belonged together.

He had seen that fire in her eyes and was entranced by it. She saw the wrath of the gods in his and was enchanted by the site. They didn't say anything. They just ended up holding hands.

Ragnar and Gloria looked on a bit amused but more concerned at the actions. The whole time they never spoke. Never moved far from each other until they landed back home. They looked in each others eyes one morning still holding hands. She said one word…safe…like it was a statement not a question. His parents looked at her with a calculating gaze and just nodded. But Bjorn spoke up.

Saying one word but that one word through everyone else in ear shot off guard. He said…mine…and walked off she followed. Still holding his hand. The fire and storm still in each others eyes. It never came down.

His parents knew what he meant. They've talked and lectured about marriage and what it means to be family. How the world works. And what it means to be a man. All his training and lessons were to prepare for the future heed have to live through. They had taught him anything and everything from combat and ordinary life. So when he said that one word his mother didn't know what to do but his father was mad. Thinking he was making a mockery of their teachings and throwing a random tantrum or that the pressure was getting to him. Either way he was upset.

When they got home back to Kings County, Georgia they rested. Then after a few days they were reviewing the footages they had. Ragnar Gloria and Bjorn all had body cams during the mission and even now. And everything was being recorded until going home so they can review and plan for improvements after every mission to get even better for the next.

His father lectured about holding his blade with a bit less force and not let anger totally control his actions. To use it instead of being used by it. His mother lectures about better strike points because he had succumbed to his anger and was forgetting the basics in attacking the human body quick and efficiently to not get injured.

He didn't have many but the ones he did have were from not being clear minded and looking over details due to his wrath induced state.

He didn't argue. He knew it was his fault and accepted the lecture. To better temper himself. But what his father said next nearly sent him over the edge again.

"On that note. What you said before when we touched ground. You're but a boy that's barely seen the truth about this world." He began "what makes you think you can lay claim to anything let alone anyone as your own?" He asked. "As if you were a king demanding for obedience?" He asked in a disappointed tone. "Have we failed in teaching you what being a man is about? Have we wasted our hopes and dreams on you? Do you think this is a game? One where you win a prize for success or something?" He asked question after question the disappointment and dissatisfaction growing after every question increasing.

I looked at him straight into his eyes and you could see a slight shift in his expression but masked it just as soon as he felt it. He felt fear from his own son. As they locked on to each others eyes you could see his eyes glow a deeper blue giving off an other worldly glow as if a storm was about to be unleashed. Bjorn didn't say anything in words but actions.

He got up walked towards the training yard they had made in the back of the house. He stopped at the door way looked back at his father over his shoulder, with blue eyes like ice in the coldest winter. Then walked in to the yard.

Mother was dumbfounded at the situation and didn't say anything because he was the head of the house just gave him a concerned look but he didn't respond just followed his son.

The training yard was in the back of the house with ten foot high solid reinforced cement and steel walls. Nothing and no one could get through those walls no matter the situation.

He stood at the center of the yard waiting for his father and mother while the little girl joined them thinking they were gonna play or train.

"What is this boy?" Asked the father neutrally.

I looked at the girl. Not even responding to his father's question."Name?" I asked flatly.

She looked at me with a calculated expression and saw the storm in my eyes that burned stronger than what she's seen before. Not even when he saved her did she witness this level of fury in his eyes.

"Claudia." She answered just as flat as he had.

"Parents?" He asked just as flat again.

"Dead by those men no family." She answered again the same way. But he saw the fire in her eyes again.

Like a ruthless storm about to happen as the memories of her parents being tormented again had resurfaced.

"Mine?" He asked her with furrowed brows.

His father looking at the actions and conversation takeing place in front of him and his mother. Both of them wondering if they themselves understand the implications of what they're doing let alone talking about.

"Yours." She says with utter certainty without question without hesitation. Eyes glowing with determination and hope.

After conversations with her from the incident until now when no one was around she found out she was just as smart as he was maybe even more so. She had a beautiful voice. Hair as blonde or white as a full moon on a cloudless night that shines brightest at it's zenith. And eyes as green as the see. Skin as tan as a Venessa Hudgens.

Tall for her age almost looks eight years old not six. So she was healthy and smart. Her spiritual and mental fortitude were extremely strong and unyielding.

I look back at my father. With eyes glowing stronger and brighter to the point where the whites of his eyes where just as blue. His decision was made. His resolve as strong as the ocean's current. His conviction never changed.

"I challenge you for her hand." I state with a firm tone nearly not sounding like a boy.

His father and mother stood there watching the conversation play through. They notice how intelligent she was from the secret conversations they thought they weren't noticed but they were much older and more experienced. They liked her as well.

But what caused them worry and a bit of disappointment was the words their son had just spoken. His mother taken off guard by the reaction on her face.

His father furrowing his brows in a bit of frustration and more importantly disappointment.

Mother discreetly recorded the conversation and possible fight that may happen to analyze it just like every training session they have. To review it later.

"This is no game stupid boy. Stop these pointless words. You dishonor our teachings and our beliefs." He states matter of factly hearing the disappointment in his words.

This sets me off even more so. Because they didn't trust him. And now insulting him. Dishonoring him. He didn't respond. Just acted.

He dashed quickly to his father. He slid under his legs, kicked the back of one of his knees bringing him down to one knee. Then sliding to the other side of his one steady side. He was hoping to catch him off guard as he sent a powerful round house kick his fathers head knocking him down face first to the floor.

His father rolled back up to a fighting stance as I charged at him again. You can see the fury in his fathers eyes but that didn't matter to me just the outcome of the fight. As I was charging at him again he was fully alert. I tried for a quick series of jabs punches and small kicks to the ankles to try to ware him down.

It was the only thing I could do in my small body and strength to a marine special forces captain of thirty years in age an untold amount of experience. Everything I've ever learned and experienced in my short life I used. This impressed my parents but not enough to change fathers mind.

He dodged most of them but the sneaky kicks to the ankles took him by surprise and angered him more. Causing him not to hold back anymore in his attacks. Making mother frown but didn't speak up because she knew her son had made a decision and now he has to deal with the consequences of that decision for better or worse. Because he wasn't challenging his father but the head of the clan.

I dodged some punches especially focusing more on dodging all the kicks. Father quickly noticed this a did a fient kick and was able to grab me instead and threw me into a Woden post with multiple arms sticking out used for technique training and punching.

My back smashed into the post hard making me cough blood and Claudia was panicking at the situation that was playing out in front of her eyes not understanding why this was happening. Mother grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her head. She pointed at the father and son fight and said "for you. Just watch for now." She stated as she finished.

Claudia understood what she meant so she looked back on with a firm gaze with eyes a light and hope in her heart. Mother noticed the change in her and wondered what he saw in her that her son would go this far. Then she thought she understood for a moment about why I'm doing this and approved and hoped I'd reach the outcome I wanted in the process.

I stand back up after the throw, and grabbed the arms that broke off from the impact and charged at my father again not reckless but calculated. My body screamed in pain from everywhere after the impact but I didn't pay it much attention. I couldn't do much so everything needed to be carefully arranged to the best of my abilities. I threw one of the arms father spin dodged it and as he was facing me agin I had slid to him ready to kick his ankle again put he jumped up.

As he did that I tossed the other arm at his head as he had to stop from stomping my head to do a matrix dodge mid air making him land on his back next me as I slammed the back of my fist on to his nose.

He grabbed my arm threw me into the air and kicked me in the stomach and tossed me aside on to the ground next to the arm I had thrown earlier.

I saw it as I was sent flying and rolled a bit to hide it under me as I coughed up blood. My mom and Claudia worried but stopped from interfering with the fight.

Dad hops on to his feet like a martial arts grandmaster (which he was lol) and runs towards me about to send another kick as I was mid caugh. I quickly and stumbally dodged landed on my ass as father does a massive round house kick since I couldn't breathe normally I rolled in between his legs and aimed for his ankle with a massive side kick of my own since all his weight was currently on it.

It worked but as he fell he brought down his elbow on to the small of my back knocking me down again. I still had the busted training dummies arm and hit him in the nose again hearing a large crack spraying blood all over the place.

I rolled away again trying to catch my breath again and recenter myself but didn't have enough time as my father sent quick jabs to my face again breaking my nose in the process and blood sprayed everywhere as well.

As he pulled back his left jab he did a spartan kick to my chest causing a clean break on two ribs from the sound of it. As I tumbled backwards I did so in a roll ignoring the pain and exhaustion due to adrenaline. I tried to get space in between us and noticed I was next to the ramp for jumping practice and ran up it. Father chased me up the ramp, blood in one of his eyes.

I jumped off and jumped back under the ramp as father did the same but as he landed I used the wooden arm to hit him in the knee dropping him while I quickly jumped up the ramp to get a breath in while he grabbed my arms tight so I dropped the wooden arm he brought me into a bare hug I headbutted him three times as I backed up when he dropped me but now I was in the open no obstructions to help by me. Then he spoke.

"Your instincts are sharp. Speed is decent. Reaction time perfect. Execution flawless, improvisation masterful." He praised me for the fight thus far.

I said nothing as I panted trying to breathe but the storm in my eyes never faltered once. Nor did my determination or conviction. It was resolute. Unyielding. Binding.

"Do you yield father?" I asked still battle ready as I got the dizziness to fade and can see clearly now.

"Let's end this meaningless bout." He says as he try's to stop the bleeding. But was taken aback when he heard my cold laugh in the air. The same with my mother and Claudia.

"Hahaha meaningless huh?" I asked him coldly. "What do you know of meaningless?" I asked in rage as the blue in my eyes were now more vibrant. Otherworldly. No other color was in them. Just pure otherworldly blue.

"This is my life! I make my decisions! I live it! Not you! Not mother! Me!" I cried out anger surging forth like never before.

"She's mine! She chose to be mine! So she will be mine! No one else's! No one can take her from me! Death himself will have to give me an ultimatum for her. And even he will lose in the end!" I cried out defiantly, conviction never wavering. Unchained. Unbreakable. Unyielding in my pursuit of Claudia.

Parents looked on dumbfounded not knowing why this girl? Why now? Or why he's taking this so far. They thought he was taking their teachings and beliefs as a childish thing but now they wondered if they were mistaken and had misunderstood anything from the start.

Claudia had tears in her eyes from the words he just spoke. She didn't move. Didn't say anything.

She knew what he meant so did they. And she felt happy. Somehow she found someone who understood her. Someone to fight for her. Someone to protect her. Someone she could sacrifice for. This life is cruel.

Only with the strong and capable with a pure heart can you live life to the fullest. Hearing his declarations she vowed to whatever deity that was listening to be his and only his from that point forward

To never separated from him ever again. Because with him she felt home even before this happened. She was always alone in the dark until he showed up and offered his hand. And the secret talks (that weren't so secret) that they shared. She wanted to be with him always no matter the cost. She thought to herself, and made a silent vow, as she saw this young boy same age as herself walking the same, feeling the same as her. That is until they found each other.

And he chose to fight for her. This was what was going through her mind as she laid eyes upon the now beaten and bloodied boy in front of her with eyes storming and unyielding.

His father was in the middle of his thoughts but wasn't able to do anything as Bjorn attacked again.

I ran as fast as my tiny broken body could. I again went for the ankles father saw this but i never committed to that move and clocked him on his temple with a quick jab taking him off guard as I used the momentum to trip him on to his back I did a desperate move before my tiny body could give up on me. I jumped and sat on his diaphragm making him lose air as I rained punch after punch on to his exposed areas.

I sent quick yet hard jabs to his face, ribs, haymakers to his temples, as quick and as powerful as my little body could muster. Knuckles cut and bleeding.

Father trying to defend but was dumbfounded at the sheer intensity at my fighting that he couldn't muster up a thought other than defend because his own son was going all out.

Then it happened. My body was starting to lag and slow down but the storm in my eyes never faltered. As my body went through another decrease in speed father caught my arms again and turned me over on to my back trapping my arms and legs between his legs pinning me down from moving side to side. His hands grabbed my biceps pinning them down from trying to move up and down.

Just like that he stopped me. Not much you can do as a six year old boy fighting an adult let alone a highly skilled and trained soldier.

We locked our eyes on each other and he saw the stormy blue eyes I had same as fathers but mine were more vibrant and had more meaning in them than father realized.

So with sheer pride at his son's determination or arrogance he didn't know but he conceded the fight. Only time we'll tell he thought to himself.

"I yield." He spoke up finally. Face unreadable as always. But his voice full of pride. Because his son was truly starting to be a very strong young man.

Foolish, arrogant, dimwitted not really. At least not at this moment, only time will tell. But a man all the same.

And just like that my body gave out being pinned down by father. My body couldn't hold up anymore so I was swept into unconsciousness. Adrenaline gone pain everywhere, not to mention the blood loss.

Father carried my limp unconscious body to the medical room we had built in the basement of the house. And did a full examination. We had everything we could ever need at home thanks to his connections and mothers a surgical genius so who needs hospitals.

Father and I are universal donors so no issues with blood loss. She patched me up as much as she could and let me rest. She then uploaded all the videos from every angle of the fight to her personal folder at the CDC for review and edit to discus at a later time with the family. They always do this.

She was happy that her son got the outcome he wanted now their saga together starts.

Their gazes fell upon Claudia as she let tears slide down her cheek while holding in his hands in both of hers. Her eyes never leaving his injuries. Her thoughts unknown to them. But when she kissed him they saw it. Her eyes. Burned with a conviction and fury that they didn't know about but could guess.

They looked into each others eyes. They didn't say anything. No words could be made to understand what they saw. They knew their child had chosen the right one. They were worried for them but more than that they were proud. Only the future could tell their saga. They can only guide and advise them.

They made a decision to stay home as much as possible. Father retired early at his 20 year mark to get his full military pension and benefits to train me. Mother volunteered at the hospital from time to time and kept up her singing career and lessons with Claudia.

Child services were in a dilemma after my parents filed for custody of Claudia. Reason was simple. It's because she kept changing foster home to foster home running away each time. All in order to come back to Bjorn. No one wanted to deal with her drama so they fast tracked the adoption paperwork for her.

Ragnar and Gloria were happy at this because they truly wanted her in the family. Mother made a song about us but never allowed us to hear it because it was a surprise. But like everything as time goes by we forgot about it and kept moving on.

As the years went by my parents kept a solemn look that increased yearly. Because of the research they stole all the countries were trying to get volunteers and experimentation was not going well.

Mother and father were volunteering for an organization that they never talked about but I heard them mention once about working at the CDC on a secret project with the research they stole from France. So I went with that assumption.

I didn't pay much attention to it as I was mainly loving and enjoying my time with training and Claudia. We were only 12 but had a beautiful ceremony in the woods. And was made to kiss in front of my parents and a strange man that spoke in ancient Norse. We didn't understand it.

But followed directions. It wasn't until we were 15 that we found out what it was and had a "wedding night?" Parents found out.

They weren't upset, or anything but talked to us about responsibility. A few months later I told Claudia about my dreams I had. About our neighbors and the walking dead.

Not that it was a show but our life will be like that. She told my parents that they were always the same they didn't think I was crazy but that it was a message from the gods and started preparing things everywhere. Even prepared the house.

Had us all constantly video calling her either at work or her small concert tours around Georgia.

Then we were 16 years old. My parents knew everything about my past life from my dreams and what I wished for. Or what the guy Atlas in my dreams wished for. I thought it was just nightmares or night terrors but the three looked at me in understanding.

And made their decisions one by one in determination. Parents said aside money for us. And Claudia sang to her heart's content and loved me more than ever. Some time passed and everything seemed normal yet off at the same time…

Then it happened Claudia was pregnant. The whole family was happy and even invited the surrounding neighbors to a celebration. They weren't fond of teenage pregnancy but didn't voice it. They just enjoyed the celebration because at least we had loving and caring parents who were supportive and caring.

The grimes family didn't know much about us. Just that we had different opinions beliefs and ways of life. But good honest hardworking people. Father told them about his military service and experiences even helped out on some cases as a consultant whenever he was home.

Mother with her music lessons, and medical teachings when she wasn't on tour or working with the CDC with new experiments. She never talked about them but would always have a recording device with her when she got a new idea or inspiration she'd record it fast. And upload it to the CDC.

One day two weeks before the due date…..mother and father died on the way home from a drunk driver. He was sentenced to life imprisonment but didn't matter much since he was in a coma. We were so depressed that Claudia had to be hospitalized earlier than planned.

I looked calm on the outside but people knew I was barely hanging on. I had to be strong. I was the man of the house now. I wasn't allowed to break.

I let Claudia do that. She could do it for the both of us. I had taken care of everything. And stayed at the hospital with her, loving her, singing with her.

Playing music for her. Making songs together just like always. Had used mothers studio in secret while she wasn't home to make a few of our own songs.

Of course mother knew about it because moms always know everything about their kids somehow. It's like a sixth sense am I right???

Mother kept all the recordings and videos on a private folder allocated to each employee of the CDC. Along with her experimental research and her notes. I had them cremated and had their ashes made into jewelry and dog tags for me and Claudia and our twins.

A week before the birth of the twins the doctors told us we had an issue that nearly broke me and lash out with all my wrath I was keeping bottled up. Doctors told us cautiously that Claudia's body wasn't meant for bearing more than one child let alone two at the same time.

That if she gave birth that she'd die within an hour maybe less. And if she forgoes the birth she'd be crippled for life unable to bare more ever. We cried for hours together I demanded for them to get out call in more people figure out another way.

We held each other as the days passed by. Made love one more time. Talked about the babies. And we made a decision together. In tears and heartbreak. To always protect the children. She made me promise to never forget her or her love. To never harm the children. To always love them. Never abandon them. To keep their innocence alive as long as possible.

The surgery happened. With her last breaths she made me make more promises. To love again. To have more kids so our babies won't be alone. To protect the children no matter the cost because they have to fix our fuck ups long after we are gone. And to always love them. If shit happens then don't bring it to the kids. Train them teach them but keep the drama away.

That she pleaded for Odin's blessings into Valhalla after the during her fight to birthing the new generation because it was a battle without weapons but still brought honor to his descendants, for the goddess Figg's love for our family, Baldur's protection, and Loki's mischief to keep on my toes. And for Thor's strength.

She demanded her babies and we complied. The babies cries sounded like they were saying mama I told this to her. She smiled at the babies first words. Not even a minute old and already speaking. So intelligent. I joked about them getting it from her because I was never that smart.

I brought up the time I ate glue under the table thinking it was mayo (I don't know don't ask) or the time I did the same thing with jalapeños thinking they were my favorite sour pickles but was severely wrong on both counts we laughed. Then she sang two songs before she started drifting off I quickly called the doc and two nurses.

The babies still touching their mothers face as if trying to etch it into their memories while pulling her hair into their nose and mouth as if to never forget their mothers scent. I was breaking apart.

The doc and nurses came in they took the babies from us as the doc said she doesn't have much longer I laid in bed with her. Crying together singing together I kissed her as she was letting her last breath out telling her if she was going then to be safe and wait for me that I'd be their when the time was right not a moment before that I'd come with stories and adventures.

To go with piece of mine. As I leaned closer tears non stop I told her that'd I'd steal her last breath she looked at me with eyes a blaze with love and determination and had one last long yet meaningful kiss that conveyed all our emotions that words couldn't express and she fell asleep. Never to awaken again. And cried alongside my daughters.

We stayed there together for around an hour with the twins in her mothers arms. I was lashing out at whomever came near us they had to call Rick and he called Lori to help with the twins while I looked at them with eyes a storm and fear crept into them. To think a child now a father could stop them at the door with a deathly look threw them off.

Rick ever the badass or reckless still unsure cautiously talked to me. Informed me who he was as I laid with one of my daughters my arms and the other laid with her mother with a loving smile holding her with her eyes closed. My gaze never left Rick's eyes.

He studied every movement Rick made along with everyone else that came into the room the girls were sleeping.

He talked about my parents. How they used to work together on a few cases as expert witnesses and consultants. Helped bring about justice. He kept walking slowly and talking. Introduced his wife Lori.

I stared her down face unreadable and saw she had little Carl with her. Holding her leg scared. Then tears welling up in my eyes and then they flowed as I saw him and they noticed this and asked if Lori and Carl can see the babies as he inched slowly towards me.

Cautious yet ready for anything. As can be seen in his stance. The new young cop he didn't like was his back up. Though right now he was shitting himself at the doorway too afraid to come in. Paralyzed by fear at my demeanor.

I slowly raised my hand towards Lori. Face unreadable.

She didn't wait for Rick she just saw a boy lose his parents and now the mother of his kids lay dead next to him with their daughters in hand. She didn't see danger. She saw a lonely over burdened child. She quickly reached for his hand making Rick flinch.

Then as she closed the gap. She hugged me tightly. And that did it. The dam broke. I cried. I cried so hard. Rick relaxing yet he felt for me.

Everyone shocked at the scene because all I needed was a hug not judgement. Or bothersome drama. Just to be held and to cry. I was there crying for a long time and passed out from exhaustion. My babies as well. They made arrangements for us on my behalf after giving the will to Rick.

While the babies and I were passed out from exhaustion. Rick had someone wash and dress Claudia in a beautiful traditional white Norse wedding dress like she wore when we got married at 12 years of age. They took pictures of her startling beauty. Like a Viking princess sleeping and not dead.

They had her cremated and her ashes placed in a beautiful container along with a custom made glass vials that held the tears Bjorn collected. Why that is they don't know they just followed the wills orders.

Next time on TWD….

AN: it's over 7k words help me with grammar or spell checks or if something doesn't add up I'm putting this chapter to give a little insight to Bjorns past before he fully awakens at 18 years old. This is to just give you info about the things I'm gonna implement later on when I hold a concert for the twins, Amy, and the rest of the communities. With each song I'll have the artist and name of song you can look up on YouTube so you can play it during the fight scene to make it more emotional and immersive. We are gonna link up with the other communities after we get situated in Alexandria. I'm gonna go "scout" for others and resources. And have an epic fight with the horde. If you know then you know if not then watch the series I'm not gonna write each and every single dialogue in every episode or scene it's a fanfic not a play by play of every scene. Let me know if you liked this long ass chapter though. Or to keep them at 2k or less. It's not hard but time consuming. But honest opinions do matter. Have a good day.