VIKINGS || GYDA

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐

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It was set and planned that we were to sail to Wessex. When that would be? no one could say, as father was still searching for allies in his quest as Jarl Borg was soon to be out of the picture.

I sharpen my ankle blade as I lounge on a boulder by the fjord. Taking the moment to admire the beauty of home, and how the warm weather was approaching.

A high pitched laugh is sounded. I near fall from my spot in fright. With an amused chuckle I give a disapproving shake of my head to the jokester that strides to me.

"Floki! What mischief are you up to?"

I look him up and down as he is dressed in white, fancy clothes, accompanied with a smile more wickeder than per usual.

He stops to the front of me, trapping both of his arms on either side. leaning in close to my ear he whispers in excitement.

"The gods are coming to Kattegat on this day."

"What do you mean Floki? why are they coming?"

He raises his eyebrows amusingly and shrugs his shoulders playfully, "Because on this day Helga and I are to be married."

I search his eyes for any mischief. But I see nothing but pure joy radiating from them. Finally I sound off a slight yell of joy and throw my arms around him.

"Oh Floki! What joy! I am truly so happy for the both of you." 

He places his hands onto mine, he looks to me seriously now.

"We want you to be there."

without any hesitation I nod my head eagerly, "Of coarse I will come Floki. We will all go—Bjorn, Aslaug and father too—."

"—No." He became still at the mention of him, "Not Ragnar. Everything is for him. He cannot have this day too."

The warning look that sounded off in his eyes was frightening. So to keep his calm I give a soft shake of my head, offering a small smile. There would be a time to contemplate this. But for now all I could understand it to be was just one of their feuds that would pass.

"I knew you would understand." He clamps his hands over my ears, pulling my head to his lips. He pulls back with a grin,"Beloved one." He hums the endearment sweetly.

"Come along now! We mustn't keep the gods waiting! Or my soon to be wife!"

He takes my hand, sliding me off the boulder. leaning down I place my dagger back into its pouch. His mischievous laugh sounds once again as he runs, tugging me along with him.

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As he spins her body around in his arms, the crowd sounds joyful cheers. He sets her down and we gather around.

The Gothi (A Norse Priest and Chieftain) then brings them together side by side. Helga in her beautiful white gown with her array of bountiful flowers upon her long locks, exposing the glow in her angelic face.

They stand, Floki with his fathers sword in his hands. An exchange of swords would be done to pass on protection from the ancestors.

The priestess begins the ceremony, "Helga, you must hold this sword in trust for your sons and then you must present this new sword to the groom."

She looks back and I stand their waiting for her. She smiles to me and I offer my hands out with the cold metal of the sword balancing upon them. She gently takes it and holds it upright against Floki's.