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...
Resting warriors are aimlessly sprawled on wooden chairs and chests across the hall as White Hair approaches you, Ivar and Hvitserk. With this, you find your back teeth clamping down on your tongue...in hopes to physically hold back your fury. Sensing you shuffle beside him, fully aware of your feelings towards his newly assigned bodyguard; Ivar reaches his strong arm around your shoulders and soon moves lower, snaking it around your waist. You ease at his contact and divert your eyes from White Hair as he draws closer.
"The Saxon Army...or what remains of it, has abandoned their camp and left." he speaks to you all in a gruff tone.
Turning to Ivar you smirk up at him; as a sense of accomplishment and triumph gripes you both. Ivar chuckles joyfully as you rest your hand on his thigh, wanting to feel even closer to him in this joyous moment. As you do so, Ivars arm pulls you closer to him and he kisses you passionately, a warm feeling of contentment fills you. By the Gods..you loved this man, with your whole heart.
You are soon drawn from your thoughts as Hvitserk lets out an awkward and strained cough, that in fact, came out as more of a croak. Ivar shoots him a warning glare. But Hvitserk's eyes are now fixed on White Hair. Averting his focus from the daggers Ivar is staring into the back of his skull. The tension between the brothers had by no means dissipated, even with the victory of the Great Army. In hopes of distracting from this, you raise your eyebrows and gesture with your hand, rather flippantly, for White Hair to leave. Ignoring this completely; he stares viciously into your eyes for a moment then turns to Ivar, waiting to be dismissed.
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"Are you blind White Hair?" you spit.
"Almost..." he replies calmly. Before moving his lips into a thin sinister smile and pointing to the large protruding scar over his eye.
"LEAVE...I AM IN NO MOOD TO BE TESTED! ESPECIALLY BY YOU! YOU..."
"Sigrid..." Ivar starts... reaching for your arm to pull you back down next to him. You had become so enraged by White Hair's tone that you now found yourself inches from him, with your hand resting over the dagger slotted into your belt.
White Hair puffs out a short burst of air, dismissing your foiled attempt to threaten him. Before Ivar shoots him a warning glare, silencing dismissing him from the group. As he leaves the hall, you fall back onto the chair with Ivar, flustered and heart racing.
"That INSOLENT, OLD, CURSED FOO" you scream as Ivar wraps his arm back around you in an attempt to either silence or comfort you. You couldn't be sure.
"If we want to, we can pursue them and destroy them." Ivar looks to Hvitserk as he speaks to you both.
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"I think we have more important things to do. We must look to Kattegat. What if Ubbe kills Lagertha or persuades her to name him King? The loss of our home base would be a devastating blow" Hvitserk finally makes eye contact with Ivar, then with you. Perhaps for the first time since the 'incident'.
Ivar looks to you. For both your take on what his brother has said and to see if you have calmed yourself.
"I agree" you state. Looking up to him with a reassuring smile.
"We need to start things out. We must kill Ubbe and Lagertha. And you must be crowned King of Kattegat. Before Björn returns." Hvitserk continues.
"Why must you kill Ubbe?" you ask. But as Hvitserk opens his mouth to answer you, Ivar interjects.
"You are making more and more sense my brother. Goodman! I remember that King Harald also has the ambition to invade Kattegat. In the short term, we should make an alliance and work with him" he chuckles lightly. Seemingly giddy with the sudden prospect of him returning to Kattegat to become King.
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"We must leave a large enough garrison to keep York safe" you state. Trying to think logically about the situation and how it may play out in the coming weeks.
"And what of our prisoner...this Bishop?" Hvitserk looks down at his mead as he swills it thoughtfully in his hand.
"Crucifixion, blood eagling, burning..." you rush out.
Hvitserk's face shoots back up to you. An expression of both amusement and confusion plastered on his face.
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"What?" he asks, smiling wryly.
"I have yet to decide...between them." you state looking up to Ivar with an almost innocent look on your face. He grins down at you before kissing you gently on the forehead, demonstrating his support and affection.
