~Behind The Legends~

Chapter 8: His Sword

We ride for not much further until we reach Loidis, they are but simple folk. As we get through the archway, we get off and wait. That's when I notice Brida in the smoke, Ragnar instantly goes over

"Brida." They meet and hug, I chuckle lightly and go over to them

"Fancy running into you, Brida." She snickers

"I know right. Anyway, both of you. This way. No Uhtred." I dart my eyes back and follow them and mutter

"I will agree for a little." We follow Brida round houses and finally move into a pub, I stay outside for a second to make sure no one's following, I hear a crowd cheer. They calm down then I enter, only to see all Ragnar's soldiers, most I grew up around are sitting here drinking. They all cheer and seem happy to see both Ragnar and I, I chuckle lightly and become rather shocked to see them. Ragnar seems as shocked as me

"I didn't expect so many would come..." that's when all of Alfred's men, dad, Beocca and Finan walk in. I chuckle and decide to rile up Ragnar men

"Men, meet King Alfred's men, many Saxon blood." They all groan, I chuckle, Ragnar nudges me

"Do not rile them up." I snicker again, Ragnar then kisses the side of Brida's head. She's much happier with him then she was with Uhtred... I don't blame her much. Suddenly one of Ragnar's men call

"Ragnar!" He looks over and the man stands up and walks to us, Ragnar seems a bit nervous

"Rollo." He then voices

"What makes you think we're here for you?" Uhtred now entered, Ragnar walks over to meet Rollo. They suddenly hug and everyone cheers, I chuckle and cheer with them, one of the younger soldiers call

"Freyja!" He has two cups in the air, I chuckle and go over, taking one and downing almost all of it, causing them all to cheer again. I've missed being around Dane's, nothing is that serious. We joke and have fun, we don't tent to worry over a lot in life. We celebrate the small things and enjoy the bigger things when they come. Uhtred then calls

"Freyja, that's enough." Brida groans

"Come on, Uhtred. She's seventeen, remember what you were like at that age." I chuckle

"A wee devil, was what he was." Brida chuckles

"Exactly." She slaps his stomach a bit

"Lighten up." Ragnar wraps his arms round me

"She is definitely a Ragnarson!" We both yell at each other, Danes often do this, it's like a way to hype us up.

We decide to stay here for the night and March to Eoferwic in the morning. Until then we sit around a table, in the almost dark and speak of whatever comes to mind. Brida is currently speaking about Guthred and it is my favourite conversation yet

"Guthred is seen as weak and friendless. These men won't fight the Brothers for a turd." Uhtred look at Brida

"We need the turd's army to take Dunholm." She looks at him a bit annoyed and finds a very Danish solution

"So why not kill the Northmen, then kill the turd, take Eoferwic and it's army for yourself?" I put my hand up

"I second that. The turd has done nothing but bring my family pain." Finan speaks

"The ladies have a point." Beocca eyes me up

"No, they do not have a point. Those are the words of a traitor!" I become taken back, Brida begins to laugh which makes me chuckle a little, Ragnar then speaks

"I don't want Eoferwic. All I want is Kjartan's heart on the end of my sword and to see my sister." Uhtred adds

"We will need Guthred's army." Brida seems a bit annoyed and a little sad