Book One- Eira Ragnarsdottír: The Twin of Björn Ironside

Prologue

Lightning clashed as rain poured down. Lagertha layed on the bed sweating and grimacing in pain. Ragnar hovered behind carefully watching as his wife was being tended to by a healer. He scanned constantly with a worried look on his face.

"Is she alright?" Ragnar asked the healer with concern.

"Leave." She simply told him as Lagertha pushed harder and harder.

He opened his mouth to speak before both women glared at him. He nodded quickly and walked out of the room. Soon after he left, screams from his wife's mouth radiated in his ears. He walked over to a small wooden statue of a bare naked woman with large breasts. He picked up the figure and examined it in his hand.

Ragnar held the figure up as the fire provided a soft glow on his skin, "Please," he begged looking at the figure, "please Freyja. I beg of you to keep my wife and children safe."

A louder yelp came from the room behind him and he pushed through the cloth to see the healer pulling out a small bloody figure. His eyes widened as the little baby screamed with such a high pitched voice. His heart fluttered as he was handed the small little child.

Lagertha sat up slightly on her elbows to look at her husband, "What is it?"

But before Ragnar could answer, she yowled again in pain as the healer demanded she begin to start pushing out again. Soon a next child was delivered and passed onto Ragnar as well. He held both children in his arms, eyes wide.

He looked over them and smiled at his wife, "One girl," he said first, gesturing to the first child, "and one boy."

"I told you I would bear you a son." Lagertha smirked as her husband.

The healer quickly cleaned off both children and handed each one off to both of the couple. She left the house and left them alone in the dim room.

Lagertha held the boy in her embrace tightly as Ragnar did to the little girl. They smiled at each other as they held both children very close.

Little feet found themselves into the bedroom as a little girl stumbled onto her parents' bed. She looked carefully over the young babies and smiled graciously, "Names?" Her little voice carried.

Ragnar thought for a moment looking at his son, "Bjorn." He looked deep into his little daughter's dull blue eyes and thought a moment longer before looking up again, "And this is Eira."

Lagertha and the older daughter, Gyda, smiled at the two children and each other. Smiling and laughing until the night carried on and they slept soundly together.

~Super short, I just don't want each chapter to be like 23 minutes long~