Bjorn Ironside Imagines

A Bear there was

"You may not need to attack, Bjorn." Sinric said as the war boats approached the town they were passing.

"Why would we not?" He asked as Floki joined him in watching people bustle around. "We are Vikings. They will not want us among them."

"That may not matter to them. They are celebrating the summer. It is a... fair. Dancing, drink, food and no war fair." Sinric was insistent but before Bjorn could answer Floki tutted, speaking up which caused three of the Ragnarssons that had joined the venture to turn to the old man.

"I do not think it would be wise to trust him." Floki said in his knowing way.

"You still do not trust Sinric? Perhaps father was right, you are as stubborn as a goat." Bjorn said with a light laugh to his tone. "But then again. We are not their people. We could attack tomorrow and rest tonight."

"Excuse me!" A woman called from the bank of the river. Sinric rushed to her side of the boat to speak with her.

"They say we should come to the celebration." He explained. Bjorn frowned as he inspected the lay of the land. Hvitserk, Ubbe and Sigurd were more than happy to go. In fact the sight of the pretty girls carting food about had Hvitserk ready to hop over board as if they were sirens calling his death.

"The celebration? But we are Vikings! What do they want to happen?" Bjorn grumbled. Hvitserk bounced over and grinned.

"To make friends Bjorn." He offered up as if it were obvious. "Why should we not go. Perhaps we can even make an alliance."

"He makes a good point Bjorn. If they really wish for us to partake in their celebration, we should take the chance to have a place to retreat to, seeing as it appears these people have nothing to do with the city we plan to raid." Floki finished his sentence by glowering at Sinric who took the expression to mean that he had been accused to trapping them all.

"Very well. Sinric, we shall be joining them." Bjorn said, a number of the men cheered as they followed little fishing boats to a crude dock.

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The vikings were well accommodated and even Floki found another old man to debate the gods with, both stubborn telling of the difference between them despite Hvitserk unhelpfully pointing out they are the same just named differently.

Sigurd was in his element, singing and dancing, spinning with girls who all demanded a go at dancing with the delicate viking.

Hvitserk soon joined in, descending on the girls surrounding his brother and causing a fuss akin to a fox in a hen coop.

"They are beautiful." Ubbe commented as he handed Bjorn another drink. Bjorn didn't answer and Ubbe felt a smirk cross his face as he realised what, or rather who had caught his eye.

He watched with Bjorn as she danced with her friends, all beauties, but Bjorn's girl could take your breath away and you'd thank her. "I want her."

"You want anything that is pretty Bjorn. Why don't you leave this one here." Ubbe said as a statement rather than a question. "It would be rude to steal our guests."

"I do not care." Bjorn growled as he pushed off from his seat, drink in hand, and strolled over to you.

You watched Bjorn approach before shuffling through the crowd of dancing people. He frowned, pushing more people out of his way until he'd caught you. The dancers forced you closer, no one really noticing either of you staring at each other.

Bjorn swallowed as your sweet scent and the hot evening of early summer crashed over him and he found his mouth watering.

"Dance with me?" He said but the look in his eyes told you that saying no to many times wouldn't do you any good. You shook your head and slipped away again until he caught up with you.

"I cannot dance with you... yet." You slid away to avoid him.

He chased you most of the night until he pulled you over his shoulder. When he tried to leave to the boat Sinric stopped him. "Tell them I will buy her." Bjorn said, ignoring your wailing and kicking.

"She is to marry a warrior, to take her would threaten them and break a vow." Sinric explained. Bjorn sighed and glanced at the worried people who had gathered around him.

"I want her." Bjorn said stubbornly. With a sigh Sinric went to Floki to help him.

"What will they have in return for her?" Floki asked as he watched Bjorn become more irritable. The large hand patted your back in a form of comfort when you tired from fighting him off, still cast of his shoulder like a child.

"If we are successful in our attack, we may take her back with us. She stays until then as she is valuable to them." Sinric explained to Bjorn who reluctantly set you on your feet.

You shouted sharply at Bjorn but all he heard was a sweet babble and had a moment to admire you as you put your hands on your hips and berated him.

"She says she will not dance with a bear and she wants to marry her warrior, not you." The translation fell on deaf ears as Bjorn laughed at you, finding your shouting cute.

"Tell her I do not care. I think she is sweet, like honey. I wish to take her home and that is that." He said to Floki and Sinric, ruffling your hair before walking off, finding Ubbe and his next drink.