Second of my lesser Vikings characters.

"You want me to what...........!" (Y/n) exclaimed, as she looked at her brother. Ragnar looking back at her. Hiding his smile behind the lip of his cup.

"I want you to keep King Horvik busy, for me. To distract him..........."

"And when you say.......distract him, do you mean sing him songs; tell him tales of the old gods.........or do you mean.........?"

"You know exactly what I mean, (Y/n)........"

"Yes, unfortunately I do. You want me to fuck him. You want your own sister; your only sister, to give herself to that man. Why.......?"

"I have plans, (Y/n). Plans that I do not want Horvik knowing about. Plans that will see the end of Jarl Borg, and eventually, Horvik too. But I need a beautiful diversion. Something that will keep the king from realising what I am doing. And you, my dear sister, are one of the most beautiful diversions I know of. And it could be worse, he is a king..........."

"I don't care if he is Odin himself. If you are so interested in keeping him preoccupied, why don't you do it; you have always been interested in trying new things, Ragnar..........."

"(Y/n)........" Ragnar said softly, as he got to his feet. Making his way over to her. Stopping as she held up her hand.

"Don't you dare, Ragnar Lothbrok. That smile, those eyes might work on every other woman, but I am not every other woman. I am your sister, and your charm does nothing for me. And as I can still remember when we went into the woods one night, and you nearly pissed your pants, because you walked into a spider's web; I do not find you as intimidating as everyone else appears to do, either........" His sister retorted, crossing her arms firmly over her chest.

"So, give me one good reason, why I should be your distraction. There must be other women............"

"There are, but none that I trust as I do you. I know that you will do all you can for me. We are family and I love you, as you love me. It is not forever. I am not asking you to go off with him......"

"No........just to give myself to him..........."

"(Y/n), I would not ask if I thought there was another way. I have seen how he watches you............."

"Fine, fine..........Stop begging. It doesn't suit you. But I swear to you, Ragnar Lothbrok, if he is as bad with his cock as I think he is, that spider's web, won't be the only thing you end up being scared of........" (Y/n) scoffed. Rolling her eyes as Ragnar smiled at her, before placing a kiss to her forehead.

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Horvik made his way through the town. He had been eating with Ragnar, until the man from Kattegat had informed him that (Y/n), sister, had been asking about him. The king making his excuses as to why he had to leave early, before making his way out onto the dark streets of Ragnar's home.

It had been impossible for Horvik to keep his eyes from (Y/n), as she had joined her brother, the boatbuilder, and the Christian, when Ragnar had introduced himself at Uppsala. The King of the Danes, sure that there was no greater beauty than the youngest child of Sigurd Hring. That the woman could put Freya herself, to shame. But until now, she seemed to have been cold towards him; though given what Lothbrok had just said, it would seem that he had been reading the signs all wrong. Horvik feeling a smile come to his lips, as he finally found his way to a particular cabin. A cabin that he just burst into, without even a knock.

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(Y/n) let out a heavy sigh, as she sunk into the hot water of her bath. Between them, she and Ragnar had come up with little plan to get Horvik to her; then it was up to her to keep the King of the Danes as busy as possible until her brother's plans for Jarl Borg, could be realised.

She still couldn't pretend that she liked being used like this; couldn't pretend that she liked the notion of fucking the older man, but Ragnar was her brother, and if he needed her help, he would have it.

Suddenly, the door to her cabin was thrown open. (Y/n) doing her best to look shocked at the entrance of the king; covering herself up as little as she could; while still make it look convincing, as Horvik closed the door behind him, and made his way over to her. His eyes wandering her body, as she continued to sit in the steaming water.

"King Horvik. What............?"

"I was just dining with your brother. He told me that you had been asking about me. That you had been laughing with some of the other women, wondering what it would be like to be bedded by the King of the Danes; and if I could wield my own weapon, as well as I wield my sword........." Horvik interrupted, as he shrugged his large coat from his shoulders. The heavy wool and fur garment falling to the floor with a thud. (Y/n) slowly sitting up and allowing her hands to fall away from her breasts, as the king moved on to removing other items of his clothing.

"It was just idle woman, talk. I meant no offence........my king........" The words 'my king' leaving her lips, in a deep, seductive tone. It seeming to have to desired effect, as Horvik pulled the strings on his breeches and up popped something that (Y/n) was shocked to find, was making her mouth water.

"I do not think that you do anything idly, and nor do I. So, I believe I should show you exactly what it is that I can do for you; and what you can do for the King of the Danes........." Horvik coming to stand over her, stroking himself for a moment, then plunging his arms into the water and picking her up, before carrying her to the bed and throwing her onto the mattress. The king quickly pulling off the rest of his clothes, then joining her. A gasp leaving (Y/n)'s lips as he pushed open her legs, and his head disappeared between them. The younger Sigurdsdóttir, letting out a gasp, and balling her fists up in the sheet beneath her, as he tasted her. Her eyes rolling back in head, as his fingers joined his tongue. (Y/n) having to admit that if the king was as good with his cock as he was with his tongue and fingers, then being her brother's distraction, might not be as bad as she thought.