In the burning ruins of an ancient city, Ragnar Lothbrok's eldest son with his second wife Aslaug, Ubbe, found one lone survivor. A young girl. A girl with deep and dark and red eyes, and hair black as night with a single streak of white.
"Aila." Ha...
"So," Ivar the Boneless put his fork down. "Father wants to go to England." He said and glanced at his three brothers and asked them, "Why do you not want to go with him?"
No one answered.
"Ubbe?"
"You know why." Said the eldest of the four. "Now shut up." Snapped Ubbe without as much as glancing in Ivar's direction and continued eating his food.
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"Is it the same for you Sigurd?" Ivar nodded at the youngest of his elder brothers. "Or, a- are you afraid of being seasick?" He asked and leaned his elbows on the table.
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"I'm not afraid of anything, Brother."
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The innocent look in Ivar's blue eyes was replaced by that of a sinister and malevolent psychopath's and he stared into Sigurd's very soul. "Not even me?" Boneless asked in an innocent tone, making Sigurd blink and gulp.
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