Vikings

Chapter 5

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 never thought it would generate as much interest as it did. 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 5

"My Lord!" a voice boomed.

Tóra jolted awake, sitting straight up in bed. The sound of Ragnar snarling as he sat up next to her reminded her where she was. She quickly pulled the bearskin blanket up to cover herself.

"What?" he snapped as he slid his arm across Tóra's body, sleepily attempting to shield her body from the new set of eyes. He shook his head slightly trying to shake off the sleep from the nap he had just taken.

"Uhh... My apologies Sir... I did..."

"What do you want?" Ragnar snapped again cutting the warrior off.

"We have scoured the woods and there is no sign of Jarl Borg yet. Our spies have been able to locate him though. He has decided to make camp by the river just north. He is resting his men. He wants them to be well rested and strong for the attack. He plans on attacking during the night in two days my Lord."

Ragnar's lips pressed together into a hard line. "We must move along our preparations. Go," he ordered as he waived off his warrior.

"Yes Sir. My apologies my Lady."

"Go!" Ragnar boomed.

The warrior offered a bow before scurrying out.

Tóra looked up at Ragnar. "What will you do?" she asked softly.

"Fight," he answered simply.

"But..."

Ragnar quickly covered her lips with his effectively silencing her. He pulled himself away from her and slid out of bed. He quickly slid himself into his pants and retrieved his shirt from the floor. He knelt down on the side of the bed with his right knee and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. He paused briefly to look at her before pushing off the bed, sliding his shirt over his head as he strode out of the house.

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Tóra had finally run out of things to do for the moment. She finished the dress she had been working on and even began on one more blanket. Her fingers were now sore from weaving. She had not seen Ragnar since their rendezvous earlier in the day. She sat down in her favorite chair in front of the fire to relax for a moment. She starred off into the fire, getting lost in her own thoughts as she watched the flames dance. Her mind wandered back to earlier in the afternoon.

No! Absolutely not!

Her lips twisted into a frown at the memory. Anger bubbled up inside her all over again as she relived their argument.

Because...
Because why?
Because... Because I said no!
Who are you to tell me no?
It is out of the question...
You have other woman fighting alongside you, what makes me so different?
Because you are...

Tóra mentally winced as she relived that part over again.

I understand. It is because I am a 'prisoner.' I am not one of yours so I am not worthy of fighting with you or beside you.
That is not what I meant...
Then what did you mean?
Why must you frustrate me so woman?
Why must you say such stupid things to me?
I meant I am not willing to risk something happening to you. You are different. Not because you were brought here rather than born here but because I do not care for the other women the way I do for you...
You care for me?
Yes... I care for you...