You hit every single bullseye and turn around to victoriously smile at Bjorn. He smiles and then lets out a laugh as he looks at you, clearly impressed.
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"That was outstanding, you could be one of the best archers in Kattegat with skill like that." He grins and pats your back before he gives you another hug and plants a kiss on your forehead.
"You need to tell me where you learned that from." He smiles softly as he turns around to go grab the arrows.
"Ivar taught me." You mutter and he stood to turn and look at you, his face slightly confused by not hurt.
"Oh...I didn't know you had been training with him." He speaks softly before he gives you a smile, "I have something to ask you after I grab these arrows actually." He finishes proudly and then goes to retrieve the arrows.
You stand there a little awkwardly until you hear the sound of someone else walking from behind you. Your eyes dart to Bjorn who was pulling an arrow out of one of the targets, he was taking his time muttering something to himself.
You turn around and spot Ivar making his way over to you, his chest rising and falling slightly faster than usual as he finally makes his way to you.
"What are you doing here?" You ask confused and he just looks at Bjorn and the last few targets.
"I see our training paid off." He smiles as he looks back you, clearly proud of your accuracy and his teaching skill.
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"I guess my lessons really inspired you didn't they min lille mus." He winks, making you blush at the long night you had spent together that was only half spent teaching you archery. (My little mouse.)
Bjorns footsteps heading towards the two of you make you spin around quickly as he looks at Ivar a little confused.
"What are you doing here brother?" Bjorn asks as he watches the blush from your face falter and the smirk on Ivars rise.
"I wanted to speak to y/n, we were going to earlier and then she realized she was late to see you and we never got to finish our conversation." Ivar lies as he grabs your wrist and ushers you to walk with him.
