(A/n) graphic and upsetting content ahead. Torture and rape coming up ahead.

Everything had been going according to his plan, no one had expected what the man had concocted in his mind. He may have endured an injury to his side but that is irrelevant at the moment. It doesn't matter to him at the moment, all he was gonna do was show the king what he could do. That he messed with the wrong man.

Many prisoners are moaning or nagging about being stuck. A couple of screams can be heard down the hallway as the Reykvikian men are raping poor unfortunate prisoners, while most aren't even in here for a crime they committed.

They just got very unlucky and most had been taken in the same way as Max had been killed. These people are sick in their minds, finding pleasure in other's pain. Which is something that the man had never understood why they gave them pleasure while someone is getting brutally tortured or raped.

Keys jiggle in the lock, it twists and turns before the metal prison door opens with a squeaky noise. He has been here for only a couple of days and he is sure that he won't get out of here any time soon since he is injured and too weak to fight anyone.

"Well, well, well. Come with us, pretty boy." A guard snickers before they pull up the tied up man.

He doesn't fight it, it's no use. He will need his strength later, he needs it to heal because if he fights it. He will have to start the healing process all over again. He doesn't care where they drag him off to, it doesn't matter anyway.

He knows where he is going, they have done it for days now. They'll beat him, kick him, whip him and rape him. Just like when he was ten. He just gives himself over and doesn't fight against the pain. He doesn't need to fight. He will do it later.

He gets roughly shoved into the room before his hands get untied only for them to he tied to the table in the middle of the room. He knows what they'll do, he can only hope that his family know that he will be okay when he gets back. He just needs to endure this torture for now.

His leather pants get pushed off and dropped by his ankles, a hand on his back as he feels his underwear follow his pants by his ankles.

"Разве мы не должны подготовить его?" A young guard says by the looks of his voice. (Shouldn't we prep him?)

"нет, он не что иное, как кусок викингов, который может трахаться очень хорошо." An older guy that had done this to him when he was ten says. (no, he's nothing but a piece of viking scum that can be fuck real good.)

It goes silent before the man cries out in pain as he feels one of the guards violate him. The slapping of flesh against each other echoes through the hall, along with the cries of pain from the man. There is nothing he can do, but that doesn't mean tears down spring into his eyes.

A bile rises in his throat, his body hitting the table over and over and over again with each thrust. His stomach turns and it's like he is ten all over again. Screaming while no one comes to safe him. He learned to never rely on anyone to safe him.

His face gets pressed into the wooden texture of the table. His hands wring at the rope that has been tied around his hands. He wants nothing more then to be home, maybe he did make a mistake and should have listened to his father and the prince in his house. But he didn't, he wanted revenge.

Which he still wants and will get, but it will have to take a while. Sometimes he has to agree to the fact that he can make stupid decisions when it comes to being angry. Some times he hates himself for not planning for anything that could happen.

"You like that, huh?" The guard says before grabbing the man's throat.

Pulling him up but his hands not allowing him to get up far. But still the guard gets to cut off his air supply. The man chokes and couch while his injured side slams into the table. He knows that it will be sweeping with blood once again. Keeping him weak and injured to prevent him from escaping from this.

The guard groans before spilling in him, the older guard moves away the other takes his place to violate the man until he is too weak to stay awake to even get his plan in motion.

——— end of graphic scene ———

Charles sits on the bed that he had shared with Max a couple of times now. He had been missing the viking so much that he could keep tears in anymore. How much has been wishing that he would get to tell the viking that he loves him back.

But now he will never get that change to. They had a grant memorial for Max. To honour him and tell his leaving spirit to the gods that he made a dumb mistake. But he will never see his viking again until the Monegasque will be in Valhalla himself.

That funeral had made it all the more real for Charles that he has lost Max now. That he will never get to spend another minute with the viking that went beyond everything to protect him and make him comfortable. Max had done anything for Charles and now Charles has to live with a whole in his heart.

He has been hugging the fur that Max has left behind for hours now. He hears the door open, he turns his gaze to the newcomer. He gives Sophie a smile before she sits on the bed, she runs her fingers through his messy hair.

"It will be fine, he's not really gone." Sophie tells Charles softly.

Charles frown at what she had said, someone had seen the Hollandian viking getting killed in the dark before they had set his boat on fire like he wasn't someone's son, brother or friend. Like he hadn't meant anything to the world.

"What you mean? Someone saw him getting stabbed before his boat got burned." Charles says sobbing.

"No, that was a decoy. Max is worth more alive then dead. You think that they would kill Max? The Reykvikians may be barbarians and sadistic but they know value when they see it. They know that as long as they have Max. No country will do them something." Sophie gives Charles a soft kiss on his head.

Sophie had been really nice to Charles and his brothers ever since they got here. She had been most especially nice to Charles because of Max. The viking that was her son and she believes is still alive. If she was only right. Charles wishes that she is right.

"You really believe so?" Charles asks her teary.

"Call it a mother's intuition." Sophie says with a small smile.

Charles nods his head, Sophie gets up from the bed to leave. She give him one more stroke with her hand through his hair. Before she tells him to get some sleep and leave the room.

Charles knows he should listen to Sophie, but her words that she believes that Max is still alive makes something stir in his stomach. Like he will still get a second chance to tell Max he feels the same way.

———

Dmitry walks through his grand halls made out if cold. Bug windows on both sides while his son Nikita walks next to him. From the moment that they stepped out of their dining room a couple minutes prior.

"Why are all the guards down?" Nikita asks his father worried.

"Not sure, someone must have broken in." Dmitry says stoically.

They reach the throne room, the grand doors decorated with gold and white painted wood are smeared with blood. The king knows that someone broke in and is out there to kill them.

Slowly they open the doors, they have never done this themselves ever in their life. Normally people would do it for them but no guard is alive. The doors are heavy and not easy to open at all.

Nikita feels his heart racing in his chest, he fears that there is an entire army to kill them. To over throw them from their throne. He can feel his hands shake in fear of what is waiting on the other end of the door.

But what he sees when the doors are open isn't what he had expected. He would have expected to see an army or a crowd of people. Not one man sitting casually on their throne like he owns it. A dark gleam in his eyes as his hands are drenched with blood.

The blonde mop of hair is dirty and greasy, the clothing the man wears is all black with a bug fur around his shoulders. Nikita can't believe that this man had done this all on his own. How? What? He doesn't understand how one man can this much strength.

"Max verstappen." Is all his father says to the man.

A devious smile forms on the man, his blue eyes only darken when he makes eye contact with the king of Reykvik. Dmitry should have realised that finding Max alone on a ship was too easy and that he didn't put up a fight all the way to the dungeon.

"Dmitry Mazepin." Max replies back to his father.

Max smirks in his chair as he hold his sword to the ground. His body slumped on the throne that he had sit himself in. It had been too easy to get here, he was still waiting for the hard part. But funnily enough, he had already killed the entire army of the king on his own. Like it was taking a stroll through the woods.

"How did you get out? We injured you." Nikita says angrily, drawing a sword from one of the dead guards.

Dmitry holds his son back, knowing fully well that Max can kill them quicker then the Mazepins can even blink. He's seen Max defend the king of Monaco. If you piss Max off you will not have a pleasant death.

"You think that badly injuring me would stop me from this? You can put me all the way through hell and I will still come to get revenge." Max says softly yet threatening.

"So this is about the little attack on Haarlem?" Dmitry asks coldly.

Max chuckles as if he finds it funny. But his face doesn't give away that he actually finds it funny at all. His face look cold and threatening, daring the king to attack him. Kick him of the throne that he has taken place in.

"You attack a village of mine, kill half of its people, a good friend of mine and my wolf. You think I'm gonna let you get away with that? This is only a warning, attack my country and my people one more time and we'll burn this kingdom to the ground. Am I clear?" Max says slowly, threateningly does he look with a promise of hell at the two.

"You think you scare me?" Dmitry says mockingly.

Max doesn't say anything, nor does he get up. He gives the king and his son just a smile, a wicked smile playing in his lips like a man that has lost his sanity and is ready to destroy everything in his path.

"I would advice you make a wise choice. Pick the wrong one and I will come to destroy everything you hold dear. Do you understand me? Because you and I both know I can and will do it." Max says before getting up on his feet.

Dmitry gulps at Max's threat. He knows the viking by now, he knows that this viking never makes and empty threat nor does he make it sound as horrible as he is going to make it.

The viking drags the bloody sword behind h, leaving the room. The king of Reykvik and his son watch the viking behind. A couple of left over guards rush into the throne room. "Get him!" Dmitry shouts.

Max shakes his head before he walks down the stairs and into a secret pathway that he had learn existed when he walks passed a map in one of the rooms down in the dungeon. Max knows that these guards are following him. And he doesn't care.

He made his point and if the king is smart. He will stay out of Holland before Max comes to finish the job. He's not afraid to murder a king.

(A/n) sorry for the horrific scene. Don't hate me please. Comment if you guys still like this book after that scene.