Vikings

Chapter 2

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 2

Ragnar sat alone, brooding by the fire. The time he spent alone by the fire was time that he relished. He kept replaying the nights events over and over again in is head. Each time becoming more and more aggravated. He drank down the last sip of his ale before tossing his cup into the fire. He watched as the fire flared up slightly before engulfing his cup.

"Everything alright?" came Rollo's voice, pulling Ragnar from his thoughts.

"Of course."

Rollo sat down next to his brother. "What are you thinking of?"

"Nothing," Ragnar answered with an indifferent shrug.

"That is a lie," Rollo shot back with a laugh.

Ragnar frowned.

"I can tell you what you are thinking of," Rollo mused.

"Is that so?"

"Indeed," Rollo answered with a smile.

"Do tell me."

"You are thinking of Tóra," Rollo answered simply.

Ragnar grunted, not wanting to admit his brother was right.

"It does not take the Gods or a Seer to tell me so."

Ragnar rolled his eyes, but kept silent. He hoped his brother would drop the conversation but he knew better. He knew that was not in Rollo's character to.

"It is not shameful to admit Ragnar," Rollo continued.

Ragnar looked at his brother.

"You are a divorced man. You have been alone for a long time. You have every right to look for a woman to call your own."

"She is a servant... A slave..." Ragnar began with a frown.

"She began as a princess did she not?"

Ragnar nodded in agreement with his brother. "Yes..."

Rollo nodded. "Then you know what you must do my brother," he said, patting Ragnar on the shoulder before walking away.

Ragnar stroked his beard in silent thought as he thought about what his brother had just said. He watched the fire dance, gently swaying in the light breeze. He stayed there for a long time staring at the fire. He finally gave up staring at the fire and laid back to look at the starts in hopes that the Gods would tell him what he should do.

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It had been two weeks since Ragnar and his warriors had set off on their latest conquest. There had been no word sent back to Kattegat about the status of neither their leader nor their warriors. There was a general feeling of uneasiness among the people of Kattegat. It was highly unlike Ragnar to be away for that long without sending work back to Kattegat.

Tóra was sitting in front of the fire in her place. It was beginning to turn cold and she was rather enjoying the warmth of the fire while she sewed clothes for herself. The quiet village erupted, piquing Tóra's curiosity. She peeked out of her tent to see Ragnar stride in on his horse, leading his men back to Kattegat. She stepped all the way out of her quarters, joining everyone else clapping for their King and his warriors.