VIKINGS IMAGINES [BOOK I]

Ragnar and raids.

a/n: mature content!

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I had arrived a few hours ago with my men in Kattegat. My father had been a close friend and allie with Ragnar Lothbrok years ago. I had always been pretty curious on the man and since I had been sailing around to England I had decided to visit.

Some drama had occurred since they had thought they were being attacked since our ships had shields on the sides. Thankfully they never attacked when they saw our calm approach. Ragnar Lothbrok himself had greeted us. He didn't look like what my father had described years ago. Then he was younger and less scared. However he had those electric blue eyes.

Ragnar had given us some huts to stay in, however it wasn't enough which wasn't a problem for us since my men were used to living in tents and such. I was currently in a warm bath. It felt nice to get clean after raids, dry blood and the salty ocean smell in my hair.

"Is everything okay?" A voice spoke behind you, causing me to quickly turn around in the tub and face Ragnar. He was dressed in usual black combat gear and a fur cloak. The autumn were slowly coming to an end and this was our last stop before returning home for the winter.

"Absolutely, just rather strange to finally be here after hearing all those stories," I said and Ragnar smiled before raising his brow, asking for entry. I nodded and he walked inside. His eyes were still glued on me and when he got closer his eyes found my naked body under the water. A faint blush covered my cheeks as I saw his eyes dilating and tongue wetting his bottom lip.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Ragnar said and I gave him a nod. My father had passed away a few years ago and I had taken his place. It had been difficult to fill his shoes in the beginning but slowly I had developed into a great leader. Not like my father, but my own.

"How?" Ragnar said as he took a seat on a chair next to the tub. I rested my head against the edge and let out a sigh. I missed my father everyday.

"He got killed in a battle, like he wanted to. It happened six years ago, just when I had turned 17. They were in England and due to betrayal he they shot him in the head with an arrow," I said and my voice were cold and stern. Whenever I were out on raids and had success I wanted to share it with my father. I have always aimed to please him and make him proud of me. I just never got the chance.

"And I guess you've been over there for some revenge," Ragnar said with a smirk as he raised his brow.

"You know it," I said with a smirk prominent on my lips and looked at him. His eyes were clear as a day and his smile lit everything up. Ragnar chuckled and it was contagious.

"Well, how's the great Ragnar Lothbrok my father could literarily kissed the ground for?" I asked as I moved closer to him. Ragnar laughed before looking me in the eyes.

"I'm king, I have five sons and two wives," He said and when he mentioned him being a king he sounded rather sad but I chose to ignore it.

"You've been busy at least," I said and he nodded with a smile. "My father mentioned something about Björn, whose a few years younger than me?" I asked with a frowned.

"Not by much," He simply said and moved closer to the bath. "He's grown up and has become a man. However there's still some immature parts with him still," Ragnar continued and I raised my brow.

"Immature?" I asked.

"Yes, running after wrong girls. He should be after young women like you," Ragnar said with a spark in his dark eyes. I chuckled as I shook my head.

"There's nothing as wrong girls Ragnar however I'm thankful for the compliment. If it was ment to be one," I said and moved away to the other side, still facing him. However now my body was visible to him again. His eyes moved over my body from thighs to my eyes. He gave me a smirk.