Daughter of Lothbrok

Prologue

Kattegat Norway, Spring 803 AD

A blonde young girl was standing in front of her mirror in a room in a large, wooden house. The largest in the whole village. She looked at her final look in a light blue dress with white sleeves, pearls and beads around her neck. Her hair was almost loose only on her hips, braided into a few braids, which everyone here in Scandinavia wore. She heard the collective laughter of the people in the great hall in a low voice. It was time to join the collective

Hello. My name is Thyra Lothbrok. Yes, you heard that right. Lothbrok. I am the only daughter of the legendary Viking and ancient Járl, now King, Ragnar Lothbrok and his first wife, Lagertha the most famous Shieldmaiden. I have four younger brothers. Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd called Snake Eye because he has a snake in his eye, and Ivar nicknamed Boneless because he was born without bones in his legs. These brothers are only my half-blood. Their mother is Princess Aslaug. The daughter of the mighty Sigurd.

The girl went through the large door into the hallway and headed for the main hall. The sun had already set and the settlement of Kattegat was already shrouded in darkness. As soon as Thyra entered the main hall, she was greeted by a few men from the city. The girl smiled at them and went straight to her mother, who kissed her on the cheek with a smile and compliment on her appearance. Thyra saw her older brother at the pillar next to it, with a hollow drinking horn in her hand.

But I also have an older brother. Björn. Björn is nicknamed the Iron Side because he doesn't let himself be killed easily and when he is injured, he recovers quickly. Björn is my direct brother. He is also the son of Lagertha. I would have had an older sister, Gyda, but she died when I was nine, of the plague.

Björn smiled at Thyra as she walked toward him. Of all the brothers, she was closest to him. He took care of her and her mother when her father left them. Several times he saved them from their mother's evil, new husband, who did not like their behavior. They were Lothbroci and it has remained so to this day. Björn had Ragnar's blue eyes and growing stubble on his chin and cheeks. He was a head taller than Thyra and half a head taller than Ragnar. His head was almost shaved, only on the top of his head he had long blond hair, pulled back into a small ponytail, decorated with all sorts of clips.

Soon, King Ragnar Lothbrok entered the room with great cheers and shouts, with his other sons with his second wife Aslaug, who had also come with Ragnar. Ragnar sat down in the chair, as did Aslaug, who sat down in the chair next to him. And their sons sat down on the furs round about. Ragnar began his speech as he greeted his friends and family. He also gestured to Lagerthta, Thyra, and Björn, who were standing nearby. Soon, at Ragnar's command, everyone began to celebrate again. And what was actually celebrated? A new penalty shot was celebrated. This year we were supposed to sail to England, again. Ragnar's beloved England, which he had visited years ago and now they went there every year.

Ragnar had shaved hips and hair at the back, just like Björn. It was here for the rest. On the top of his head he had only a quite long hedgehog. He used to wear his hair long to his hips, but he cut it off. He had blue eyes and a long beard. He had a tattoo on his head.

Aslaug was noble. She had long, blond hair, gray eyes, full lips, and sunken cheeks.

Everyone began to feast and sing. Thyra saw many familiar faces. In addition to her immediate family, she also saw her uncle, her father's brother, Rollo Lothbrok, who had long dark, wavy hair down to his chest, blue eyes and a thick beard. Thyra also saw close friends of her father and the Thyroid. Among the group of men who drank wine or mead, she saw not only her father's good friend and shipbuilder, but also Thyri's friend Floki.

Floki was like Loki. As a god of deceit and falsehood that deceived many a god. Floki was not only named after him, but also bore many of his characteristics. He was an excellent shipbuilder. But he was also very clever, although he didn't look like it, a great warrior and a loyal friend. Floki didn't have much hair on his head anymore, although he could have been thirty-four at most. He also had a bit of a beard on his face and braided it into two or one ponytail. He often wore paint on his face and highlighted his eyes

Floki immediately noticed Thyra and winked at her. Thyra immediately followed him with a smile on her face.