You make way for Kattegat to fight alongside the Sons of Ragnar as they plan to avenge their late father's death.
You are known amongst your people as a fierce warrior and great beauty. Having fought for your earldom since your father's death, you...
Leaning into the fire slightly to warm your hands, you look to see Saga tumbling to her feet.
"TO YOU...SIGIRD, MY SISTER, DEAR FRIGG... AND TO THE ALLFATHER! NO DOUBT HE WILL LOOK DOWN ON US FAVOURABLEY WHEN THE BATTLE BEGINS!" she roars, the horn of ale in hand spilling about the place.
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You all laugh as you watch her drink hungrily from it. Liquid falling from her chin. All sat around a small fire burning in the courtyard. Laughing, joking and drinking in an attempt to disregard the Saxon force that is soon to attack. For you were taught to not dwell on such things, you were all prepared. And as Saga had just said. Odin was no doubt looking to you all, pleased with the sufficient preparations that have been made.
"TO US ALL" Frigg chuckles, also raising her horn.
"SKOL" you cheer, raising yours also and smiling to all of your maidens before drinking.
"Is there room for two more here?" you hear a voice call from behind in a jolly tone.
Turning to face in its direction you see Ubbe and Hvitserk approach the fire. Hvitserk is looking at you, waiting for your reply. But Saga in her drunken haze replies rather loudly in your place.
"TO YOU ALSO! HVITSERK AND UBBE RAGNARSON! SKOLLL" Saga shouts, slurring her words heavily and clumsily handing them both horns of ale. They both laugh and take them from her, as Siv stands to help her sister sit. Taking your seats once more and all laughing in unison. Ubbe turns to you as the others joke and drink amongst themselves.
"Have you spoken with my brother Sigrid?"
"Ivar? Not since this morning, why do you ask?" you question. His gaze falls to the horn of ale in his hands. As if he is debating the wording of what he is about to divulge.
"Hm...I would have thought he would have discussed it with you...In fact, I thought it was your idea." he speaks as though he has a plan at work. As though he knows what he is about to tell you will send you into a rage. And as if he wants this to happen...
"Go on..." your voice grows coarse and shakey, the anger building inside you.
"The sacrifice...of that slave girl..." he finally looks up to meet your gaze. He looks at you almost with a smile. As though he had been looking to catch his brother out.
"What slave girl?" you growl, your hands contorting into fists after placing your horn on the floor beside you.
"Why did you tell her?" Hvitserk turns to his brother and speaks in hushed tones. Your eyes shoot him a warning look. Your question still going unanswered. Ubbe turns back to look at you...
"The small, blonde slave...Ivar has asked for her to be brought to the hall." Ubbe finally replies.
"...To ask if she would willingly sacrifice herself to the Gods before the Saxon attack, nothing more..." Hvitserk interrupts, trying perhaps to cushion the blow. A few seconds of silence pass and the brothers sit and intently watch you...waiting for a reaction. And, you give them one...
