"I never wanted this to happen"
In which the daughter of Ragnar has to chose between her family, igniting a war in the process.
Vikings, season 4B to season 6
The legend goes that on one stormy night, the goddess Freyja, walked among the common people. Her intentions were not cleared, but one could only assumed it was be present in the upcoming birth. The goddess walked in a slow, steady pace as the storm threatened to tear everything down.
The allies and corners of Kattegat were lonely, for no one wanted to experience the wrath of the Mighty Thor. Rain poured down the sky, as if it was going to fall at any moment.
The wind blew furiously, causing many houses and markets to tremble under its dominance. The sky had never been cloudier and darker, not even in the presence of the gods themselves.
Everyone took shelter in their homes, quiet as if Fenrir was lurking around to haunt and devour them whole. The gods were angry apparently, so they decided to unleash their wrath upon the people who only wanted to please them.
While everyone asked the gods for forgiveness and guidance, there was only one family that was asking for something else, the healthy birth of the new member. The Great Hall trembled under the heavy rain, not as protected as they thought they were. Even though their minds were supposed to be preoccupied by the fiercest storm, their thoughts were settled elsewhere.
In the Great Hall, sat Ragnar Lothbrok, along with his two sons, Ubbe and Hvitserk, all of them waiting for the birth of their new brother or sister.
The only sound in their home was the screams of pain coming from Aslaug. The birth was becoming more painful and longer than she expected, but she kept trying, knowing that destiny was at their door.
In one of those moments, where the Lothbrok men stood impassively, the main doors opened with force, causing a big uproar. The kids watched with widen as how the rained poured, showing them just how powerful it really was. Ragnar motioned one of the servants to close the doors, not seeing the golden figure that entered his hall.
Without their knowledge, the figured walked gracefully towards the main chamber, gently touching the walls as she passed. The goddess positioned herself in front of the tired mother, smiling lightly as her tries were not in vain.
Aslaug felt the presence, but her mortal eyes could not see anything. Without the need of spoken words, she knew deep in her heart that her baby was destined to a grand future, already having the blessing of the gods to be their guide. Breathing deeply, she squinted her eyes with force and let out one of the most powerful screams ever heard.
