Could you do one where the reader is Lagertha younger sister and in a relationship with ivar the boneless
Screw Them
Ivar the Boneless x female!reader Request
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Warnings:basically nothing, all empty here
Summary: You want to meet up with Ivar , but accidentally run into your sister. Will you be able to make it to Ivar in Time?
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It was a busy day in Kattegat. Well, nowdays everyday in Kattegat was busy. I smiled, as I made my way through the crowded streets. People were talking, laughing, trading, gambling and so much more. But the people were happy and that's what counted the most.
"Y/N, what are you doing here?"
I turned around as I recognized the Voice of my older Sister, Lagertha. She walked over to me and only now I noticed that her son, Bjorn was with her. He was around my age, even though he was my nephew. I smiled at him and engulfed him in a hug, saying hello before turning to Lagertha.
"What is my little sister doing here of all things?", she smiled and put her arm around me.
"I've just been walking around a little bit", I smiled,trying to mask my true intentions of meeting up with Ivar.
"All alone?", Bjorn asked curiously, also throwing an arm around my shoulder. We must've looked pretty silly, walking around all huddled up.
"I was just enjoying my free day", I answered, slowly shaikng both thier arms off of me.
"Working for the queen is not that easy, is it?", Lagertha asked and I shook my head.
"No, it isn't...but tell me, what are you two doing here?", I wonderend and suspciously eyed the two. Did they know about me and Ivar?
"We were just looking around for some fish", Lagertha explained,"The boys need to have a proper meal for once"
She laughend and patted Bjorn's stomach. He quickly pushed her hand away and smiled:"Why don't you join us?"
My thoughts were racing, trying to find a proper excuse to not have to go with them. I was already late, I couldn't risk loosing anymore time.
"Great idea, it would be nice to spend some time with my favorite sister", Lagertha agreed.
"I'm your only sister", I mumbled, rubbing my neck,"Actually, I would like to spend this time by myself, you know. It's not often that I get a little break from everything"
Lagertha's expression changed from exited to concerned in under a second:"Are you all right?"
I nodded:"I am fine, I just...want some alone time, to clear my head and such"
"Alright then, we'll see you for Dinner", Lagertha said and pulled me in for a goodbye hug.
I said my goodbyes to both of them and then hurried through the busy streets. I have to admit, I had to push a few people out of the way, but as I entered the forrest, I was able to gain a little speed and a few minutes later, I had reached my destination.
Stopping in front of the little cliff, from were you could see the entirety of Kattegat, I leaned on my knee's for support, trying to catch my breath.
"You're late"
I looked up. I could only see his back, but I still knew exactly who it was, that sat there in front of me.
"I ran into my sister", I explained after I caught my breath. I got up and slowly walked over to him,"Had to make up some dump excuses for me wanting to be alone and shit"
He chuckled at my words and finally turned around. A smile on his face, he spoke up:"I thought you'd stand me up"
My features softened at his words and I stepped closer, grabbing his hand:"I would never"
Ivar granted me a smile and softly pulled me onto his lap. Without saying anything, he carefully placed his lips on my neck, kissing his way up to my lips. I sighed at his actions and right before his lips reached mine, he stopped. I felt his hand reach for my cheek and he softly carressed my face. His steel blue eyes bore into mine. He seemed to wait for a reaction of mine. I smiled and slowly overcame those last few centimeters between us. His lips were slightly chapped, as he pressed them against mine, his arms grasping my waist and pulling me closer.
I sighed against his lips. I had missed him. We hadn't been able to meet up for weeks, now it was like he was oxygen and I needed him to survive.
As we finally parted, Ivar looked more out of breath than after killing a whole lot of saxons. His cheeks were reddened and his lips were slightly parted. I slowly raised my hand and carressed his bottom lip with my thump. Ivar closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.
"I misssed you", He mumbled quietly.
"I missed you too", I smiled. Ivar reciprocated my smile and let his head fall against my shoulder. I raised my arms to rest around his neck, gently pulling him closer to me.
"I can't wait to spend this day with you", he grinned, softly kissing my shoulder.
"I have to leave for dinner with Lagertha later", I confessed.
Ivar looked back up at me.
"Screw them!", He mumbled before pulling me in for another passionate kiss. He was right, Screw them...
Summary: You find yourself in a delightful situation after waking up, but are suddenly interrupted by an unexpected visitor...
Gif by @underragingwaves
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Part II
I slowly tried to open my eyes. But it seemed so hard. I was too lazy and the bed too warm.
Finally, my eyes flutterd open and I tried to sit up, but a pair of strong arms encircled my waist. I looked up and smiled.
He seemed so calm. Ivar the Boneless, a man who was almost never calm.
I quietly turned around in his arms and admired his face. The eyes which were usually shining bright blue were now closed. His mouth slightly ajar and his chest rose and fell as he breathed.
Carefully, I let my fingers dance across his jawline. A soft stubble scratched my fingertips.
"I love you", I mumbled, "Ivar the Boneless"
"I love you too, my dear"
That caught me of guard. I tried to pull away, but Ivar was faster. He grabbed my hand, and put it back on top of his cheek.
A smile crept onto his face, as he grabbed my other arm and pulled me even closer to him.
"Ivar-", I protested, but before I could say anything more, his soft lips collided with mine and I let any protests slip past me.
I sighed against Ivar's lips and we parted slightly. I could feel his warm breath on my skin and his blue eyes gazed into mine.
"Ivar", I mouthed against his lips.
He lifted his hand and softly brushed away my hair:"My Y/N"
Ivar slowly put his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He sighed softly, before looking at me again.
"My Y/N", he whispered again.
I smiled at him and reconnected our lips. I felt Ivar's hands wander to my waist and he pulled me on top of him, while he sat up himself.
I felt Ivar's back hit the headboard, while he pulled me closer to his chest.
"Ivar", I signed against his lips, "Please"
"So needy, huh", he chuckled.
I only looked into his eyes and nodded. A grin graced his lips and in a matter of seconds, Ivar had switched our places and he was suddenly hovering above me.
His lips attacked my neck and a moan escaped my mouth.
"Shh", Ivar whisperd, "We don't want others to hear these beautiful sounds"
I nodded and tried to keep silent while he continued to kiss across my neck.
"Those noises are only for me to hear", Ivar mumbled. His voice was stern,"Only for me"
I only nodded at his words again, not able to form a coherent sentence.
A yelp escaped my lips, as Ivar's cold hands slipped under my robe. He only chuckled and continued to lift it over my head.
He just looked at me for a second, like I was the most precious thing that he has ever seen.
"Ivar",I mumbled and pulled him towards my lips again.
Another moan escaped my lips, I felt how his frigid fingers touched my skin. Ivar grasped one of my breasts, before starting to kiss down my sternum.
I felt his other hand slip behind my back and puling my Body closer to him. His lips covered my hips in kisses.
I desperately rubbed my thighs together, to conjure some friction, as Ivar was taking his time to cover my skin in hickeys.
"Oh dear", he mumbled and I felt his hands push my legs apart. I gasped, as I felt his lips on my inner thigh.
"Fuck", I mumbled and brushed my hand through his hair. A groan left Ivar's lips.
"Ivar!!"
I have never seen a man, who couldn't walk, get up so fast and covering himself and someone else. Because the Person screaming his name, was not me, but his brother.
Ubbe. He only looked at the two of us and grinned. Our relationship was no secret to them, nor to anybody else, but still they liked to make fun of us or tease Ivar for always being so protective of me.
"You're late", he said sharply, before turnung around to leave.
"Oh, and Y/N?", he asked again.
"Yes?", I sighed and shyly peeked out from behind Ivar's back.
"Our mother is searching you", Ubbe stated before leaving.
"Shit!", I got up as fast as possible, looking for my clothes.
"Where do you think, are you going?", Ivar asked perplexed and even though he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, he managed to pull me back into his lap again.
"Ivar", I giggled. His pouting face was too cute, "I promised your mother to help her with embroidering"
"Why can't you stay?", Ivar wined, running his hands up my back.
"Because your mother is the queen of Kattegat and she will personally kill me if I am late", I chuckled and pecked his nose, before getting up.
"I'd never let her do that", Ivar mumbled.
"I know, Ivar", I smiled and grasped his cheek, "I know"
"I love you", he mumbled while I put on my dress.
"Would you help me with the Corset, love?", I asked and turned my back on him, so that he could could tie the knots.
"All done", Ivar smiled after a minute. I turned around and kissed his forehead:"Thank you"
I quickly grabbed a comb and brushed through my hair. I was about to tie it together to, but Ivar stopped me.
"Leave it", he said. I turned towards him and smiled, before dropping my hair. It fell down my shoulder, before Ivar slowly reached out for it. He grabbed a lose Strand and quietly examined it.
"I have to go now", I murmured.
Ivar nodded, before grabbing his crutches. He struggled a bit to get up, but I only watched him. Even though, I wanted to help him, I knew how stubborn Ivar was. He would never admit, that he needed help.
After a minute, he was standing in front of me. Only in his pants and his hair still slightly messed.
I chuckled at his sight.
"What!?", Ivar smiled,"Don't you like, what you're seeing?
"Oh I do", I answered, "In fact, I even love what I'm seeing"
Ivar smirked before giving me one last kiss. It wasn't as passionate as the others, but still tender and full of love.
Okay I’m back at it again with another Babble Drabble. Hopefully it will keep the same spirit and baby shark attitude as the first one. You may find the first Babble Drabble here. Again I feel like its more babble than drabble. Also again this is inspired by @dreamwritesimagines story Faint of Heart.
full disclaimer: I know nothing about viking traditions and what not so i’m taking so many liberties on it. Not that it’s very important to the plot so....
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Twack! Twack! Twack! The rhythmic sounds of wood on stone and baby giggles echoed in the Great Hall. Little Ragnar was delighted with his new toy. They weren’t as interesting as the ones his father carried with him, but they did have carvings of falcons and snakes on the handle so the Little Prince guessed that he like them enough. Even if they didn't do as much harm.
“My love, look what Earl Eric--Ivar what is our son holding?” The Queen just walked into the Great Hall and saw her son and husband sitting on the floor. Both with grins plastered on their faces. Faces like those, from both of them often meant trouble. Trouble for who wasn't always clear. Y/N had a feeling that the trouble will be for her.
“Good Morning, Little Shark and Tiny Shark.” Ivar glanced at his wife and her swollen belly.
“Ivar-”
“They are our son's new toys.”
“Why do they look like axes?”
“It is because they are.”
“Why does our son have axes!?”
“He is the prince of Kattegat; he needs axes.” The king shrugged as innocently as he could get away with.
“Ivar, you seem to forget that our son is one year old! He could hurt himself or-”
“Little Shark, they are not sharp and are just made of wood. Floki made them if you are worried. You haven't noticed him eyeing my axes? I could have given him what he wanted, but I remembered my wife would not like our son to start out so soon with them.”
The queen bickered back at the King. Little Ragnar had not giving them any notice because he has gotten his new axes now. That was until he notice his mother was a little upset, which confused Ragnar. Were Vikings, or more Kings, not supposed to carry these sticks around? Father did, Uncle Hvitserk did, Uncle Bjorn did, Uncle Ubbe did, occasionally Aunt Torvi did, that one Earl that Father didn’t seem to like much had some too. But Father needn't worry since he was handsome too and fiercer than any warrior. His father looked like him, so of course he was. Still, he didn't like it when his mother was upset; he adored his mother. So the Little Prince pushed himself up onto his chubby legs and waddled towards his mother and patted her knee before he hugged her leg. Babbled something about axes and all things sharp are good for warriors such as himself and that he loved her. All before letting go and started chewing on a baby axe handle.
“See, even Ragnar thinks so,” Ivar smirked, thinking he won the conversation.
“You don't even know what he was saying, Ivar.” Y/N lifted the baby shark into her arms. The little prince buried his face into her hair, axes still clutched in his tiny fists.
“Of course I can understand my son.”
“Mhm.”
“He said he loved his father and his new axes. And you should forgive me.”
“Mhm. Are you sure Ragnar said that and not you husband?”
“No I am sure.”
Baby shark was only half listening because chewing on the handles required a lot of concentration, but thought his father isn't quite good at translating the little prince’s old norse. Fodir needed to practice. And Ragnar did love his father, it just wasn’t what he told his mother right then. She apparently wasn’t that upset because she and father laughed about him being a fierce viking and she guessed she’ll have to wait to teach him her art and that was that.
“What were you saying about Earl Eric?” The king huffed.
“Oh! He wanted to give Ragnar some gifts since his missed our son’s one year feast.” The queen ignored her husband’s attitude towards the Earl.
Baby shark lifted his head from his mother's hair and took the axes out of his mouth when he noticed movement behind her. He couldn't make out what they were other than there were two of them and they were big and fluffy. He eyes them suspiciously deciding whether or not he had to protect his mother and what Modir and Aunt Bree said would be a sister. He did not understand how they could tell because his sister was kept away in his mother’s belly like a gift and gifts often don't give away what's in them until they are opened. And she was not opened yet. His expression was not unlike his father when he caught the movement behind his wife.
“My love, what is that?” Ivar got up from his spot on the floor using his crutches.
“Greetings, My King!” A booming voice came came from behind the two unidentified fluffy creatures. The kings eyes narrowed not in suspicion of danger but rather suspicion because of annoyance. The queen eyed the king in a way that told him to be polite before turning to the Earl and greeting him.
“Oh Earl Eric! I was just telling my husband about your apologies and gifts you had for missing our son's one year feast.”
The little prince turned his body towards the earl and waved his axes at him in greeting. Usually he would just wave with his hands, but letting go of his toys were not an option to the baby shark.
“And what are these gifts?”
“These are Bygul and Trjegul. They are my most noble and strongest cats. Perfect friends for the Prince of Kattegat, My King.”
When Earl Eric gladly offered two of his biggest strongest cats for the little prince, Ragnar wasn't sure about these two fluffy creatures, but they were big and strong and soft. The Baby Shark held out his hand out to one of them, after being set down by his mother, it rubbed its face against his palm then it. This made him giggle and babble on. The other ball of fluff came around the prince and rested its head on his chubby thigh. They immediately became his new friends. He only hoped that Eitr would like them too. The two cats would follow him everywhere listening to whatever story or command the Prince told.
The king looked intrigued and ask the Earl if they were strong enough and obedient enough to pull say, a small chariot for the baby.
“They will my king. And your son seems to have their command already as if he enchanted them!”
“We thank you Earl Eric and I am sure Ragnar is grateful for them as well.”
The little prince was showing his new toys to his new friends who seemed interested enough. He momentarily looked up at the earl and gave him a mostly gummy save for four teeth smile and a nod.
“The pleasure mine, my prince,” The Earl bowed in front Ragnar, who said in his own way of ‘thank you’ before patting the Earl on his shin. He would have prefered to pat his head, or shoulder, but the earl was especially tall and the prince supposed the shin will do.
It was a normal damp day in Kattegat for Floki. He was strolling down the beach near his forest home whittling away at a piece of wood like he did any other day. Floki stopped his whittling when he heard a noise in front of him; he raised an eye brow in confusion after not immediately finding the source of the noise. Floki sheathed his knife and placed the wood in a small pouch on his belt and started his search for the noise; after a few moments Floki noticed someone slumped over a washed up log along the shore. When he approached the figure he could make it out to be a woman; she was slim, her skin sickly pale that was harshly contrasted with her dark auburn hair color much like the trees he fancies to build his ship with. She was not like anything he had seen before. Upon farther inspection of this strange woman who washed up on his shore he noticed a wound at her side along with multiple scrapes and bruises across her body, she had obviously been through something; he picked up the women to carrier her to his house up the hill. She was light hardly weighed a thing he thought.
Floki weaved his way through the moss and the ferns to his house; he kicked open his door then quickly placed the women near the fire pit in the center of his house. He brushed her auburn hair from her face to get a better look at her. She had a small upturned nose that complimented her round cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she breathed were a pale pink; Floki rubbed his thumb ghostly over her lips they were soft, surprisingly for the condition he found her in. Trailing his eyes down her body Floki noticed her clothes were ripped and singed in some spots. ‘She has been through something.’ He thought. Floki pulled out his knife to cut the fabric of her dress he needed to get a better look at the wound on her side. He pushed the soaked fabric to the side. He sighed the wound was not nearly as bad as he thought. The river had cleaned it ‘The God are looking out for her.’ The wound was clean it was a thin cut and was not bleeding too greatly all he had to do was create a salve and wrap it. He would check the wound later to see if the bleeding had stopped, if not he would have to seal it with fire.
As Floki began to inspect her other wounds he heard the door open. “Floki?” came a sweet female voice Floki new all too well.
“Hello Helga.” He answered not looking up from his task.
“Who is this?” She asked from the door her black lined eyes surveying the unconscious woman.
Karolina lay in between Floki and Helga, she was facing Helga and her back was to Floki. Helga gave her a warm smile as they settled under the comfort of the furs. Floki had an arm underneath Karolina’s head the other arm was draped across her and Helga’s waist. Karolina could feel Floki’s warm breath the base of her neck. “Are you comfortable Karolina?” Helga asked. Karolina nodded a slight blush rising to her face at the intimate position of them. “Oh Floki I think she is innocent.” Helga giggled caressing Karolina’s cheek.
“Really?” Floki perked up staring down at the two women in his bed. “There is nothing to be nervous of my dear.” Floki kissed behind Karolina’s ear. “This will be fun.” He smirked, eyeing Helga with mischief in his eyes. “But not tonight, tonight we rest.” He leaned over Karolina to give Helga a kiss on the lips followed by giving Karolina a kiss on the cheek. By the time Floki was laying back down Karolina was beet red.
Over the next few days Karolina’s wounds began to heal and she began to help Helga around the house with some small things; cleaning here and there along with some help in preparing meals. She was using the chores to help get her moving and rid herself of the stiffness she got from being in bed. Karolina had found that floki was a little odd to say the least. He was always flittering around and she even caught him talking to a tree one day.
“He normally does that.” Helga commented on Floki’s behavior.
“Oh? Why?” Karolina asked.
“It is how he decides which trees he uses for building ships.”
“He builds ships.”
“Oh yes he is a master.” A small smile graced Helga’s lips as she thought of him.
Helga and Karolina were cutting up vegetables when Floki came in “OH Helga, Karolina I have found the perfect tree for my new ship.” He said with a giggle while giving a kiss on the cheek to Helga.
“That is wonderful Floki.” Helga smiled.
“Yes. These next few days I will be very busy.” Floki sat down at the table.
“You should think of taking Karolina with you. Show her what you do. And besides it would be good for her to get outside for a bit, who knows it could trigger something.” Helga suggested.
“That is a splendid idea Helga.” Floki turned to Karolina who had been setting the table. “How does that sound Karolina, would you like to get out of the house for a while?”
“That would be nice, but Helga won’t you be lonely?” Karolina asked.
“No I am going into town to get some supplies.” Helga smiled. “Besides it will be good for you to spend time with Floki, we have gotten to know quite well over the past few days. You and Floki need to get better acquainted.” She finished as she placed the night’s dinner on the table.
“Ok.” Karolina said quietly as she sat down at the table.
“Excellent.”
The three enjoyed their dinner quietly and retired to the fire pit in the middle of the house. “Would you like to hear another story Karolina?” Floki asked, for the past few days Floki and Helga have been telling the tales of their gods.
“Yes very much so.” She smiled. Karolina had enjoyed the tales so far. She was very fond of stories of Odin.
“Would you like to hear of Odin’s sons?” Helga asked.
“Loki and Thor? Right?”
Floki gave an improving nod. “Yes, though Loki was never truly one of Odin’s own. Thor and Loki were close. Loki though mischievous by nature and had a tendency to play tricks on his fellow kinsmen, was willing to help the Aesir…” Karolina was enthralled completely as Floki wove tales of the god he shared a namesake with. Floki was finishing the tale of Loki and Signy in the cave the embers of the fire begin to dim and he noticed that Karolina has fallen asleep. Turning to Helga Floki kissed her forehand “What do you think Ragnar will say when he finds out about her?”
“No doubt he would be interested.” Helga watched their guest sleep peacefully on the fur line bench. “I wonder if she will remember who she is? If she has family looking for her?”
“If she remembers we will help her find her way home if she so choses. If not she can stay here with us.” Floki wrapped his arm around Helga. “She is pretty no? I wonder how she would feel about joining us-” Floki was cut he noticed that Karolina began to stir the expression on her face is that of distress. Floki and Helga watched her for a few moments seeing if she would awaken or return to peaceful sleep. They thought she would return to sleep but she let out a scream ash she shot up. The scream was short lived but the panic on her face stayed. Helga quickly rushed over to the now shaking girl.
“Karolina shhhh, what did you dream of? What plagues you?” She tried to calm the crying girl.
“They took me. They took me. And killed them all.” Karolina mumbled out as rocked back and forth.
Helga looked to Floki with a worried expression, “Who Karolina?”
“Dark, ghostly figures…” Was all Helga could hear of the girls muttering. “They’re looking for me.” She murmured. “Dark, ghostly figures…” Karolina repeated.
“No one is going to get to you.” Floki joined the two women on the bench. “I can assure you that.” He placed a calming hand on the frantic woman’s head running his fingers through her hair. “Come to bed with us you will be more comfortable there, I will watch over you.”
“Yes, I think a good night’s rest would be good for you. Perhaps the stories are just filling your mind and not allowing you to rest atop of your memory loss it could be too much too soon.”
Karolina gave a small nod as her anxiety ebbed away and followed the couple to the fur covered bed.
I know my viking fanfic chapters are short and I think I update this one more like once every month or so. Until I at least know where I am truly going with it and bring it up to the quality of my other fanfics.... I AM NOT ABANDONING THIS STORY.
Over the next few days Karolina’s wounds began to heal and she began to help helga around the house with some small things; cleaning here and there along with some help in preparing meals. She was using the chores to help get her moving and rid herself of the stiffness she got from being in bed. Karolina had found that floki was a little odd to say the least. He was always flittering around and she even caught him talking to a tree one day.
“He normally does that.” Helga commented on Floki’s behavior.
“Oh? Why?” Karolina asked.
“It is how he decides which trees he uses for building ships.”
“He builds ships.”
“Oh yes he is a master.” A small smile graced Helga’s lips as she thought of him.
The wound at Karolina’s side hurt a lot but mainly from the large bruise around the cut. Floki did an excellent job cleaning and bandaging as well as making her comfortable. The fur pelts that she felt under her fingers was unimaginably soft, that all she wanted was to curl deeper into the warmth. Turning onto her non hurt side she looked around the room she was is in. The section of the room she was in was small but opened out into a larger room. The wall were filled with tools and trinkets, as well as idols of the Gods.
“I see our guest has awoken.” Karolina turned her gaze to dark corner she passed over and found Floki whittling away at something. “How are you feeling my dear?”
“Better but I still hurt.” She looked up at him. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.” She said with a smile. “How long have I been asleep?”
“About two days. You awoke once, you were barely aware of anything. Helga and I were able to get you to eat a little.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
“Do you remember anything about yourself?” Floki put his craft down and made his way to the bed Karolina was resting.
Karolina thought for a moment trying to recall anything about her life before she woke up here but nothing came. A frown came to her as she looked down at her hands gripping a wolf pelt.
“It well come in time and if not you will be able to start a new life be whatever you so wish… A shield maiden perhaps.” Floki reasoned as he sat down at the foot of the bed.
“Thank you that helps a little.” Karolina smiled at him. “And it does sound nice to be anyone I wish to be.”
“That it is.” He smiled and stood up and grabbed some wrappings and jar of salve. “Now lay on your side I must check your wounds.” Floki resumed to sitting next to her on the bed. Karolina did as she was instructed and Floki began to slowly removing the earlier bindings. “You are healing quite nicely, that is good. Looks like in a week’s time you will be all healed up.” He explained while redressing her wounds. “You must have been in some sort of battle to get these. I wonder if you are already a shield maiden.” Floki chuckled.
Helga entered quietly as Floki was finishing his tending to Karolina, “Hello Karolina, I see you are faring better.” She smiled sweetly, “Do you think you have enough strength to join Floki and I for dinner? You must be starving.”
“I believe so.” Karolina began to move her legs from underneath the fur blanket and placed her bare feet on the floor. She slowly began to stand up not fully trusting her legs and she was right not because they gave the moment she was fully standing up she fell to the side. Floki was there to catch her.
“Easy there.” Floki steadied. “I shall assist you to the table. We have much to discuss. We must figure out what to tell Ragnar.” Floki explained leading Karolina to the adjoining room with Helga following close behind.
“Who is Ragnar?” Karolina asked as Floki sat her gently at the table.
“Earl Ragnar. The leader of village.” Floki began. “He will want to know where you came from. I am sure you interesting him, like his damn priest.” He spat while circling the table. “But we have time for that. Helga and I… and now you if you so choose do not live in the village. My hut here is down the river. I make the boats and ships we use for traveling and raids. I require the space and trees.” Floki sat down at the head of the table and leaned into Karolina as Helga began to serve dinner. “I also do not quite care for all of the humdrum of the others, they also do not understand the Gods the way I do. Out here I can hear them better.”
“The Gods speak to you?” Karolina asked with wide eyes. “What do they say to you?” She asked.
Floki smiled impishly. “They say that you are a gift from them.” He whispered.
