Chapter 1

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~Made of Thunder~

The sky was blue, but I could see dark clouds were coming and thunder was heard. Thor is hitting on his hammer. The wind was playing with my hair as I was standing at the shore looking at the sea.

"Thora! Come and play!" I've heard Ragnar's sons yell over. I turn around to see them running around and laughing. I giggle as Ubbe falls over Sigurd. That's when I felt hand on my shoulder. I look up to see Ragnar.

"Are you alright my dear?" I smile up at him and nod. Another thunder cracks and I turn around as I look over sky to see that storm is coming closer.

"Are you scared of thunder?" Ragnar crouch so we are the same eye level now.

"No! I love it!" I yell with happiness while looking forward. Then I look at Ragnar. He is smiling at me.

"That's wonderful. Come now, we have to go inside so we don't get wet. It will rain." I smile as I run over boys. I jump and hug Hvitserk as he giggles.

"Thora! Let's play, come on!" That's when Aslaug calls for her boys to come in. They run inside as I stayed there looking at sky. I blink few times as thunders were more and more louder. Then someone tugs my hand. I turn around to see Hvitserk.

"Come on Thora you'll get wet." We run inside as it starts to rain. Everybody was around the fire and laughing at stories. Hvitserk pulled me to sit with him. We were close to Ragnar. He looks at his sons, then at me.

"Boys.. And Thora" he mentions on all of us smiling "did I ever told you why did I named you Thora?" I pout thinking as I shake my head at the end.

"No father you didn't told us." Ubbe says from the other side. Ragnar smiles.

"Thora means 'Made of thunder'. It was night just like this one. Thor was furiously hitting on his hammer as sky cried hard. No one dared to go outside. It was long in the night, when I dreamed about how I was walking in the forest and found baby there. I woke up and something was telling me, that that dream was some kind of path. It was. I walked into forest, then at the same spot, I've found you. You were laying there, in fur and branches covering you, as you looked at sky with smile. You did not cry and fear. You liked the way Thor hitts on hammer. It was even miracle that little baby like you, was in forest. I do not know how you came there, but I think the Gods have send you. I think you are made of thunder. That is why I called you that." I look at Ragnar with wide eyes as he explains how it was.

"Alright, it's late. Time for bed." Aslaug came and looked at Ragnar with evil look. Why?

"But mother! It's not fair!" Ivar protests as she looks at him with evil look. I do not think she is evil, but she doesn't likes me. Ragnar nods as they all run to their beds and I walk over mine.

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Ragnar came from France. He looks hurt! Really hurt!

"Ragnar!" I run to him as I tug him on his sleeve to stop him. He looks down at me with sad eyes.

"Thora, we need to go." He says as he takes some clothes.

"Where?" I am confused! "Will Hvitserk and others come with us?" He shakes his head and I was sad at that moment.

"Do not worry, we will come back my dear. We will come back." I look at my hands.

"Can I say goodbye?" He looks at me as he lifts me up.

"I'm sorry dear, but we have to go now!" And with that he gave me cloack as he hidden himself and me and we left Kattegat.

~

The wind was strong as I hide u under my cloack. I've grown past these 10 years and Ragnar trained me himself. I was stronger and I knew much better that before. Ragnar was coming back to Kattegat. He wants to go back in England to revenge finally. I do not think he will find people who will walk with him this time. He is king, but he left for 10 years.

"Do you think they'll be happy to see you?" I ask as we walk. I could hear him chuckle.

"They'll be furious on me for leaving them. No one will be on my side. I know that." I nod.

"Do.. Do you think Hvitserk and others will be mad at me?" He was silent for little.

"You were little then and didn't know anything they'll understand." Again I nod. We continue to walk and then we stop as we see big settlement.

"This is Kattegat?" I ask in a whisper. It's much bigger than ever. I can not believe it. Ragnar was silent as he continue to walk after seconds. I follow him without word hiding in cloack as he said before we even started our journey. As we walked through Kattegat, people were looking at us and whispers were heard. I sigh and keep my head down. We stop as big circle was around us. I gulp as he looks around him.

"Step back a little deary." I take two steps back as I felt my heart beating faster. I am nervous a lot. That's when I saw them walking in front of everyone. Little smile played on my lips as I saw Ubbe, Sigurd, crawling Ivar and Hvitserk. They've grown into man. Into very handsome man. I eye up Hvitserk. Back then, we did hang pretty much. I liked his company. Ragnar was talking and yelling around. I was listening to every of his words. I was scared about him. I know that he wants to revenge, but I have feeling that something bad is going to happen to him. When I look up he's hugging Ubbe. I breath out relief breath. Then he looks back at me.

"Won't you say hello to your old friends." Ragnar asks with smile. Slowly, I reveal my face smiling at them. I could tell they were shocked. I walk over Ubbe as I put my hand on his.

"Hello Ubbe." His mouth was wide open as he was finding words.

"Thora?" I smile as I nod. I look over others. I walk to them. First to see was Sigurd.

"Sigurd." I nod at him as he smiles.

"Thora." He breaths out. Then I crouch to Ivar as I rest my hand on his cheek.

"Sweet little Ivar." He smiles at me and I could tell he was happy to see me and his father again. Then finally I got up and look at Hvitserk.

"Hvitserk?" He was still in shock, I could tell. Then something sparkles in his eyes and he pulls me in bear hug.

"Thora." He breaths at my hair as I hug him back.

"Dear Hvitserk." I whisper as he pulls me more closer to him. "I've missed you so much." I mumble at his shoulder.

"Me too."

A/N

So as you can see this is my first story about Vikings.

I'm sorry for grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

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