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@xlittleprinccss​

“ if you take any longer, Gyda, I’m going to get frozen over. “ he chuckles lightly and turns his gaze towards Gyda as he rubs his hands together against the cold that threads through him because of the afternoon air. “ we were just supposed to be looking for something to hunt not doing a Yuletide parade. “ he chuckles lightly and then moves on towards the stables so he can lead their horses out at the ready.

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@edenslegacies​ ~ cont’d

❝ bjorn trusted you without question and so you have my trust as well. ❞ she wishes to rule over kattegat in the same manner of those who had come before her: bjorn, lagertha & ragnar but she knows it will be difficult to follow such giants. however, it is of a comfort to know that she has ubbe rely on and just as she has said, she trusts him. it is true that he and bjorn have had differences in the past but the two brothers have always stood shoulder-by-shoulder. ubbe will help her to protect bjorn’s legacy.

❝ there is much at stake here for the both of us. many will want kattegat for themselves. who would not, after all. ❞

he smiles at that, knowing fully that she is genuine. she seems to be one of the most genuine people that he has ever met and he is filled with a deeply seated respect towards her. she is someone that is set above most of others, most of the people that surround him. his smile fades some before he reaches his hand out to gently take hold of hers. “ if it is the last thing that I will do I will defend this city and keep you as Queen here. to follow in Bjorn’s legacy as well as my father’s. “ carefully he lets her hand slip from his own. “ and I am filled with honor knowing that your trust is placed in me. “

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@astormofagirl​

“ they’re restless. “ he states as he watches from the window of the Great Hall. his eyes are scouring the streets, listening to those things going about. there’s some kind of spell on the door he’d been told that would possibly last the night. he’s scared. he doesn’t know where any of his brother’s are or if they’ve fallen to these demons. whatever they were. that’s what this girl has called them. demons. like they have ripped themselves out from Hel. he’s prayed to the Allfather, has asked for guidance and yet the longer he watches the darkness spread through Kattegat he’s not entirely sure what to do next. he feels lost. 

slowly he turns around, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword that is already drenched in the blood of these beings. “ how do we get rid of them? “ he demands, his voice low and even somewhat demanding. “ you knew what they were when you came here to Kattegat. there has to be a reason for them being here. there has to be a way to destroy all of them. “ his tone drops now, something like pleading edging through his words before he steps towards the girl more readily. “ tell me how you got here and how you got through them. “

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@astormofagirl​

“ as you can see the settlement is thriving. “ he smiles at her. she’s quite the woman, as much as he can tell. she has been appointed as an ambassador of sorts from her father to survey the lands every once in awhile. the land is thriving, the world seems to dawn a different shade of gold since he had felt a sort of peace settling there inside of him. he’s happy here. he can see himself fulfilling what his father’s dream was here. no more fighting amongst each other, just growing everything, expanding and finding new ways to make their people grow. “ your father should come see for himself one of these days. “ not that he minds her visits, in fact he prefers her visits - not that he would ever admit that to her. he assumes that it would not be welcome.

walking along with her he makes a small gesture out towards the fields. “ the harvest should be plentiful. we’re actually celebrating tonight. “ he turns to look at her. her soft eyes stay with him whenever he thinks of her, the look in them and the smile that she always has waiting for him. does she also look forward to these meetings? “ perhaps if the Princess does not have to return to Wessex soon she might stay? “ and there’s a bit of hopefulness in his gaze as he waits on her response. he’d enjoy sitting with her, watching her enjoy herself, getting to know her more than he had on her other visits.

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@tothedevilsshow​

he felt badly about it. why shouldn’t he? he was taking away the dream that Ivar had had of remaining King in Kattegat. but he had gotten Hvitserk’s messenger and had left Bjorn’s side to come back here. they could sail to Wessex but right now he’ll try to fix things back home. Kattegat was home, their home, where everything they were existed. lines that were far too broken, ones that he wished he could mend. everyone loved and loathed his little brother within the walls of Kattegat from what he could tell. he was a boy king to Ubbe, someone who couldn’t rightly juggle the stress of the crown, of the responsibility of course Ivar wouldn’t see things that way. the guards let him through but before they could run and tell their King Ubbe immediately took them out, putting them to sleep before he slipped into the main rooms that belonged to the ruler of Kattegat.

he hushes his brother’s wife, no doubt, and then he manages to knock Ivar out and easily throwing his brother over his shoulder in much the same way he’d done all that time ago. it seemed another life entirely. he knows that his wife had no doubt alerted the guards to what had happened but just as the town started going into a mess Ubbe managed to get him out. they were in a small shed, far from the Capitol before Ivar even came to again. He reaches out taking Ivar’s arms and binding them to a post behind him before he steps away once he started to come to. “ you’re awake. good. I was hoping that you’d come to. “ he clears his throat and rights his gaze on Ivar’s. “ after everything that happened...I’m sure that you and I need to have a talk, King Ivar. “

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@tothedevilsshow​ - 1/21

“ mother says that I’m responsible for you all day today. “ he says as he drops down to sit beside his brother’s bed, stretching his legs out in front of him.  he turns, briefly looks over his face, studies his eyes. as Ivar got older he hated this check up, the seeing if he was strong enough to do anything. but right now his eyes are normal, right now there’s no danger. relief spreads through Ubbe’s chest and he smiles, resting his head back against the wall behind him.

“ Mother is with Bjorn, seeing to some unruly traders - “ he scoffs a little. he had wanted to go out with them but their mother had been strict in the thought that Ubbe should hold down the fort. sighing lightly he shifts and then pulls himself up, extending his hand out towards Ivar. “ Hvitserk and Sigurd are off doing whatever it is they do so that means that I am at your service. “ it’s a joke between them, this pretense of royalty for his little brother. but he really was the lone prince in their mother’s eyes. “ what are we going to do? and not sparring. I don’t want you sparring today. “ his tone shifts to stern just as he has to be when it comes to Ivar otherwise he just wouldn’t listen.