Vikings

Chapter 1

AN: This is my first time writing a "Vikings" fanfic. I hit a writer's block with the other stories I was writing and 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." Well, let me know what you guys think and happy reading lovelies! :)
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Chapter 1

Tóra was awoken by the sounds of loud screams and commotion outside of her home. She stumbled out of bed and towards the door to peer out, shaking with fear.

"No! No! No!" she chanted over and over again in fear. "This can't be happening! Not again!"

Tóra was once the princess of a small village that was raided and conquered nearly three years ago. The King's son who led the raid of her village came upon her just in the nick of time. He ordered his warrior to leave her unharmed and return her to their camp where he would take her on as a servant. She was already lucky to have made it out alive the first time, she knew she surely wouldn't be as lucky this time.

She quickly turned to try and find somewhere to hide in order to at least delay her impending death. As she turned, she was violently yanked backwards causing her to fall to the ground. She was then drug from her quarters out into the melee. She cowered before her attacker, waiting for what was to be next.

"Quite the beauty you are," the warrior toyed with her, using his sword to tilt her head up to look at him. "It's a shame I'm going to have to kill you, I would love to have my way with you. I would even consider keeping you for myself." He pulled his sword back and over his head, ready to strike.

Tóra prayed as tears streamed down her fair cheeks, as she waited for her death to come. She prayed to the Gods that her death would be quick and painless.

"Stop!" a strong voice shouted. She peeked out of one eye to see a new man before her on a horse.

The warrior put down his sword. "My Lord..."

"Stand up," he barked at her.

Tóra did as she was told. She felt vulnerable and exposed as she stood in front of him wearing her night clothes. She wanted so baldy to take her hands and cover herself, but she did not dare move. There was a long silence, as the roar of the battle continued behind them. It was then she looked up at him. He was still scrutinizing her with his piercing, icy blue eyes.

"She is not to be killed," he decreed. "She is not to be harmed or touched. She is to gather what she can carry and taken back to Kattegat. I will take her on as a servant," the man decided as he stroked his beard in thought.

"But My Lord..." the warrior protested.

The man on the horse glared at the warrior. "If you will not do as you are told, then you will go and make yourself useful to me. Finish our victory here."

The warrior bowed his head and headed off to the fight. The action was nearly over. The task of burning what was left of the village was all that was left. There was an eerie silence that fell over the decimated village that rang loudly now in Tóra's ears.

"Off with you. Gather your things. I will not wait long," he barked at her, breaking the silence of death that had fallen over her former village.

She quickly scurried back into her quarters. She shoved as much of her belongings as she could into a bag before he barked at her to come out. She timidly stepped out of her quarters, not looking up at him. All she could hear was the crackle of the fire as they set her home ablaze.