You make way for Kattegat to fight alongside the Sons of Ragnar as they plan to avenge their late father's death.
You are known amongst your people as a fierce warrior and great beauty. Having fought for your earldom since your father's death, you...
Cleaning weapons after a battle or raid had always been therapeutic to you. Stood here with you maidens, picking dried blood off of your axes, you felt somewhat peaceful. Ivar, Hvitserk, and Ubbe were sat leaning against a wall in front of you all.
"To you, my brothers, my love, her maidens...and to our town of York" Ivar sighs, a sense of accomplishment present in his voice as he raises his cup to you all.
"To York, and to all our brothers...not forgetting Sigurd." Ubbe looks to him plainly. Causing Ivar's breath to begin turning rapid and angered.
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Noticing this you feel a need to step in. "Never...forgetting Sigurd." you smile to Ubbe. He does not look to you though, his eyes are fixed on the cup in his hands. Swilling it as he thinks.
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"To all of us...Skol!!" Hvitserk smiles widely also attempting to defuse the situation.
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"Skol!" you and your maidens cheer. Swapping your weapons for your cups and drinking.
"Skol." Ubbe says bluntly, raising his unenthusiastically then dropping it to the ground.
The water flows down the slope to your feet. You look up from the cup to see him walk through the town and away from you all. You take this as an opportunity to speak to him. After seeing him act so distant when fighting today and during the sacrifice.
"Ubbe..." you call after to him but he does not reply or indeed stop.
And so you place your cup back down on the floor and run after him. Ivars gaze burning holes in the back of your skull as you disappear out of view.
When you finally catch up to Ubbe he is standing at the top of the battlements. Where the two of you had climbed to take the city not a few hours earlier. He looks deep in thought as you approach, looking across the fields to the forest on the horizon.
"What is it Sigrid" he continues in his blunt tone. One you had not expected him to use with you.
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"What troubles you? I know that this is all not about Sigurd...I saw you today in the church, with that Christian man, and then the young nun..." you sigh as you continue... "Not only this but you did not bear witness to the sacrifice. The Gods were watching..." you speak as calmly as you can to him.
"The Gods are always watching...are they not?" he speaks, turning his head slightly in your direction.
"Yes...but"
"YES BUT NOTHING! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME SIGRID? WHY DID YOU FOLLOW ME HUH? SURELY MY BROTHER WILL HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!" he shouts as he turns to face you. Eyes wide.
"Ivar has nothing to do with this. If you renounce the Gods, you will not see your Father or Brother again." you speak slowly so that your words can sink in. You watch his hands steady and his eyes shrink as he realizes that you are right. You have followed him only with good intent. You were the only one after all, who came after him, his own brothers did not.
"Forgive me Sigrid..." his eyes grow sheepish and he cannot meet your gaze. Evidently embarrassed by his outburst. For it should not have been directed to you...
