Vikings

Chapter 3

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 3

Tóra woke unusually late for her. It felt good to get such a long time. She slid out of her bed and slid her nigh dress off, letting it fall to the floor. It was then when she heard someone enter her house. She quickly reached down and grabbed her night dress, clutching it to her chest before she turned around. When she did she was met by the sight of Ragnar.

Ragnar swallowed hard, mesmerized by the sight of her naked body before him. "I... I have come to tell you that myself and our warriors will be leaving at sun down for another raid."

"Leaving for a raid?" she repeated.

"Yes," he answered simply, as he walked closer to her.

"But you just returned from a raid, two days ago..."

"You sound concerned. Are you concerned for me?" he asked, grinning in amusement.

"Well, it has only been two days. I am sure all of the warriors are not at one hundred percent... Nor are you..."

He hooked his finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. "I will be fine," he assured her softly.

"But..." she protested.

He smiled genuinely at her. "The sight I have just witnessed will carry me through battle and back here before sun down tomorrow."

She looked at him confused.

"I am not going far. There is a problem in a neighboring village. We are going to squash it before it becomes a larger issue, that is all," Ragnar explained, bringing his face close to hers. "Although, I would not object to a good luck kiss from you. I think it will bring us luck in our battle."

He was so close to her that she was intoxicated by him. She closed her eyes and his lips landed on hers. He hungrily sough entrance to her mouth which she granted him easily. Their tongues clashed in a fiery, passionate kiss. She felt as though her legs were going to give out and it seemed as though Ragnar knew as well because he placed his other hand on the small of her back, pressing her close into him. Her fair skin under his hand felt as though it was on fire from his touch. He broke off the kiss leaving her breathless.

He released her face, placing his other hand on her back. He rested his forehead on hers, closing his eyes again. "Mmmm... Your kiss tasted just as sweet as I had imagined it to be. Just as sweet as summer's wild flowers."

"You imagined it?" she asked with a smile.

Ragnar chuckled softly. "I did. Many times."

He had her. She could think of nothing to say.

"The memory of that kiss will surely carry me through battle and back here long before sun down tomorrow in hopes of earning another for our victory," he confessed.

"I will be here anxiously awaiting your return," she answered before she could stop herself.

Ragnar smiled, pleased by her answer. "I must go." With that he turned and walked out.

She stumbled back two steps and allowed herself to collapse onto her bed. She replayed the events that just took place, unsure of if they had really happened or if she had imagined it. She pressed her fingers to her lips. They still tingled where his were and her back still felt like it was on fire where his hands had been letting her know it was real. She looked towards her door knowing his was already long gone.