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Sigyn smiled softly as she leaned against the building as Ragnar gave a dramatic speech. She noticed Osferth was already looking at her and went to search for him in the crowd. Osferth had found her in the early morning hours to help her redress her wound and she enjoyed the comfortable silence between them as they sat on her bed.

Skade was trying to call for her if the itchiness of her skin was anything to go by. But she refused to go to the blonde seer, she was nothing but a trophy to the woman.

"We are divided, it seems. We are two people, it seems." The crowd laughs at Ragnar's joke. "Over here, we have the ugly, the unwashed, the shit-smelling, the pig-humping, frog-licking, the Rome worshipping, ugly, frog-licking Saxons!" Sigyn was just as confused as Osferth it seemed.

"Frog-licking?" Osferth muttered confused and Sigyn laughed lightly at his visible confusion. He turned to her for answers but she shrugged not knowing either.

Frog licking was a new one, that's for sure.

Skade has licked frogs, she decides and smirks at the anger that her sister would show if she said it out loud.

"That is who we are." Finan shouted as he poured ale into Sihtric mouth and his own.

"But we do not lick frogs." Osferth corrected and glanced around and grinned when Sigyn covered her mouth to hide her laugh. Finan winked at the baby monk while Osferth looked at the ground bashfully.

"They face, in a battle of strength the pretty, the sweet-smelling, the light of foot-"

"Apple-cheeked." Cnut added as Brida shouted in excitement.

"The apple-cheeked, golden-haired boys of Denmark and beyond." Ragnar yelled as the crowd cheered.

"Ragnar, you are a Skald, not a warrior." Uhtred shouted to the blonde Dane and his brother just smiled.

"I have the gift, I really do. You may take the rope."

"Come on! Let's do this! Come on!" Finan yells as they grab the rope.

"Are you prepared?" Ragnar asks.

"Look at him, he loves it."

"He'd play games every day if he could." Brida says and nudges Sigyn's arm, she nods over at the monk whose eyes widen at being caught staring and quickly looks away.

"The sister of an evil seer and an exiled monk sounds promising." Brida teased her and tossed an arm over her shoulder.

"Is there spit in your hands?" Finan spits in his palms and Osferth looks disgusted. "Good earth beneath your feet?" Ragnar shouts.

"Come on! Get with it, Ragnar." Brida yells teasingly.

"Come on, let's do this!"

"Pull! Saxons, pull! Pull! Pull! Are you a dane? Pull!" Ragnar yells watching the men, the crowd cheers in excitement.

"You never tire of this game." Uhtred said.

"If only all wars were fought this way. Pull you, bastards! Ragnar, son of the fearless, is the victor!" He screamed as the men fell to the mud and dirt. She moved to help Osferth up and Finan smirked at the monk when he grew flustered under Sigyn's helping hands. "I bring twenty men on their arse while drinking ale!"

"You are life itself." Uhtred says and hugs Ragnar, their moment is cut short by a guard ringing the bell. Sigyn watched the eldest brother huff in irritation as the guard yelled his name.

"Ragnar!"

"We're playing games, can't you see that?" Ragnar said with a frown at being interrupted. Osferth stands next to her when she reaches out for his hand, the monk intertwine their fingers as they watch the brother in front of them.

"Ragnar, it is the watchman."

"The gate, open it." Ragnar said urgently.

"Ragnar?" Uhtred questions.

"My watchmen don't return for no reason." He speaks as the watchman rides in.

"What is it?"

"Men and horses, lord. Warriors."

"How many?" Uhtred asks.

"Forty or fifty, I don't recognize them."

"Spears and arrows to the walls till we know who they are and what they want. Hold your aims until command!"

"Finan." Sihtric says as he jumps up and retrieves their weapons. He hands her a dagger to protect herself even though he and Osferth would make sure it wouldn't come to that.

"Bar the gate!" Ragnar dunks his head in the water to sober up ending their fun.