Vikings

Chapter 04

AN: This is my first time writing a "Vikings" fanfic. I watched a full day of "Viking" on TV and bam! I got a spark of creativity... Maybe... LOL! This story doesn't follow what's really going on in the series "Vikings" or what did happen on "Vikings." I'm really shocked (in a good way) about the response I got to this story. I wasn't going to continue to write it but I've gotten so many followers and feedback on this story that I definitely can't stop writing it. You guys are awesome by the way! Sorry it took so long to get the next chapter out. I'm such a slacker :) Well, let me know what you guys think and happy reading lovelies! :)

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Chapter 4

Ragnar watched Tóra intently as she made them breakfast. He almost felt bewitched by her. The thought both scared and thrilled him. He had not felt this way about anyone in a long time. I feel as if I am a love struck child, he mused to himself as he stroked his beard. How does one woman possess so much power over me and yet be still so aloof of it?

Tóra turned around with a plate in her hand. She walked over to Ragnar and placed it in front of him. She turned back to retrieve her plate before placing it on the table and sitting at the table with him.

"You are quite the cook," Ragnar complimented her. "This could very well be the best food I have ever tasted."

Tóra smiled. "You seem surprised?"

"I am."

Tóra's face scrunched up into a frown. "Why is that?"

"You are a princess..." Ragnar trailed off.

"I was a princess..." Tóra corrected.

"Yet still a princess none the less."

"Not all princesses are spoiled little brats who are waited on hand and foot, Ragnar. My father made sure to teach me well the value of hard work. I was not handed everything on a silver platter and fed with a silver spoon. I was out on the land farming and harvesting our food. My father always told me the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. I made sure I learned to cook and to do so well."

Tóra's words echoed loudly in her own ears. She could hear the defensiveness that laced the tone of her words. She had not meant to take such offense to his assumption.

"Besides, I never very much liked the suggested life of a princess... Much too boring," she added with a half grin.

"Is that what you are trying to do to me?" he posed, a grin pulling at the corner of his lips.

She immediately knew he was toying with her. She smiled inside deciding to play his game.

"Maybe I am..."

The grin that was pulling at Ragnar's lips spread into a full blown grin. "Maybe?"

"Yes... Maybe I am..."

Ragnar's lips parted to speak but Tóra cut him off.

"... Then again, maybe I am not."

"Are you unsure of your own intentions?" he asked matching her wit.

Tóra slowly moved her eyes from her plate up to meet Ragnar's. A surge of boldness flowed through her. "Oh no, I am fully sure of my own intentions," she answered softly.

"And what are those intentions?" he pressed, matching her soft tone as he leaned in towards her.

"Ragnar?" Rollo's voice bellowed from outside.

Ragnar threw his head back, hissing in frustration. "Why do you hate me so Gods?"

Tóra chuckled softly at his response.