Sophie Ealhmunding, a young woman enslaved and thrust into the world of the Vikings, quickly captures the attention of every man in Kattegat, especially the gaze of Ragnar Lothbrok, the king of Kattegat. Will she endure his cruelty, or will her rebe...
"And yet, I am," she replied while lifting the now-heated bucket off the fire before approaching Ragnar who was still smiling.
He had expected her to pour the water in but she instead placed it down beside the tub within his reach before stepping back as she avoided looking at him.
"Aren't you going to help me?" he asked.
"I thought you said I didn't look like a slave," she replied without missing a beat as she looked him dead in the eyes.
"And you said you were," he smiled before reaching for the bucket.
She watched as he poured the boiling water into his tub without any trouble. At least he didn't insist on her serving him which made Sophie reconsider Helen's words.
"I'll be away with my sons on a raid tomorrow," he suddenly spoke, leaving Sophie to wonder about the reason for sharing this with her. She considered asking if the raid was targeting her kingdom but decided against it. There was no need to raise suspicions. "And I want you to keep an eye on my beautiful wife," he continued, further confusing her. What was he implying?
"Keep an eye on her?" Sophie inquired.
"Yes, keep an eye on her," he affirmed. "You can go now."
She didn't need to be told twice, and she hurriedly left, unaware that Queen Aslaug had been observing their entire exchange.
To her surprise, the Lothbrok brothers were waiting outside, or so it seemed. The young man from earlier offered her a smile as she rushed past them, and she noticed a blonde servant named Margrethe glaring at her with her eyes as she headed toward the barn.
What was wrong with everyone?
"Helen," Sophie called out, but her friend was nowhere to be found.
"She went to the field," Margrethe informed her from behind, causing Sophie to spin around to face her.
"Thank you," she replied in their native language before walking away.
"Are you sleeping with the Lothbrok brothers?" Margrethe asked, surprising Sophie. To her amazement, she understood some words and managed to piece together the rest to understand the question.
Her comprehension of their language was improving, but she still struggled to express herself clearly.
"No," Sophie replied firmly.
"No?" Margrethe asked as she took a step forward. "I see how they look at you."
Look at me? Yeah, I've seen that too.
"What?" Sophie asked.
"I said I see how they look at you," Margaret repeated.
"And?"
"I think you're sleeping with them."
"I told you I'm not!" Sophie fumed, causing Margrethe to cower back before she walked away, leaving her alone.
Everyone's behavior was perplexing, and Sophie felt lost without Helen. She needed guidance and an explanation, but the woman was nowhere to be found.
Exiting the barn, Sophie noticed that the Lothbrok brothers and Margrethe had all disappeared. Determined to find Helen, she followed the path toward the fields Helen had once shown her. Along the way, she passed by some warriors engaged in sword fighting, which intrigued her. She had never had the opportunity to watch the heathens fight, and from what she saw, they were every bit as skilled as she had heard.
Lost in thought, she didn't realize she had stopped to watch the warriors. She pondered how useful it would be to know how to wield a sword, at least for self-defense.
"Slave," a harsh, deep, and manly voice snapped her out of her daydream. She looked up to see the tall and imposing figure of Rollo, a man she knew by name. He had always scared her, and now he stood just a step or two away, towering above her.
Why do they all have to be so tall?
"Slave," he repeated as she didn't answer, and neither did she answer this time as she turned and ran away.
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So as you can tell now, my fanfic will vary from the events that took place in the show and that being said you'll notice that Ragnar isn't as old as he is in season four, he's in his mid-40s, Björn is in his mid-20s and as for the rest of the Lothbrok brothers they're in their early 20s while Sophie my OC is 25, so technically Ragnar is old enough to be her father but it's the Vikings and that won't stop him from hitting on her now, would it? (Not that irl men in their 40s don't hit on us girls in our 20s if you know what I mean, and yeah it creeps me out too for sure).
