Lagertha had not been happy, as she watched, all evening, the men in the great hall, including her own son, look at the beautiful younger shieldmaiden, by her side. A celebration had been organised for the arrival of the group that followed the fear shieldmaiden from Hedeby; the Danish men and women mixing with those of Kattegat, except for the beauty that Lagertha kept to her side. It not escaping anyone that there was something between the two women. That Ragnar's first wife was slightly possessive of the female sat next to her. A fire burning in her eyes when even Björn leaned in to speak with her. The only thing that anyone had been able to learn, was that her name was (Y/n), and that the Earl of Hedeby had taken her under her wing. Yet in truth, there was so much more to it; more that Lagertha was happy to explore, now that she and (Y/n) were alone in her room.

"You looked beautiful, tonight." Lagertha said, as she slowly began to remove (Y/n)'s braids. (Y/n) just humming, as she savoured the feel of the hot water in the bath, and the feel of her lover's fingers combing through her hair.

"They could not take their eyes from you........"

"Who...........?" (Y/n) asked, as she turned over in the bath, and looked over the rim at the older woman.

"All of them. Every man in the great hall.........."

"But I didn't dress for them.......I didn't want them to look at me; I did it for you. I have spent so long in trousers, that I thought you would like to see me in a dress..........." (Y/n) countered, as she took Lagertha's hand and kissed it. A soft moan leaving the Earl's lips, as the naked woman took one of her fingers into her mouth and sucked it gently.

"I do not care what they may think, only what you think. I do not care if they look at me, as long as that is the only thing they do. I would never let any of them touch me, you know that. The only one that I ever want to touch me, is you." The younger shieldmaiden continued. Pulling Lagertha's hand into the warm water and placing it on her breast. Lagertha moving closer, so that she could place a kiss to (Y/n)'s lips.

"Would you like me to help you?" Lagertha asked. (Y/n) nodding, as she handed her lover the cloth, before the Earl moved to the side of the bath and placed her hand in the water. Her fingertips, and the cloth, delicately moving over (Y/n)'s flesh.

As soon as she had met (Y/n) in Hedeby, Lagertha had known that she had wanted her. Choosing to take the exquisite shieldmaiden to England with her, when she had travelled to Wessex. The former queen of Kattegat not liking the way that Kalf would look at the younger woman, how he would do his best to get close to her; try and touch her, despite the fact that it was obvious that she was not interested in him. That it was obvious that she didn't like the attention of men. Lagertha well aware that she could not protect (Y/n) if she were to leave her in Hedeby. It becoming obvious, soon after their arrival on the shores of England, that Lagertha's feelings were a mutual thing. The pair making love on the furs that covered the makeshift bed. And since then, Lagertha had become addicted to the sounds that (Y/n) would make; addicted to the way that she would react to her touch. Addicted to every single thing about the other woman; and now she did not let (Y/n) out of her sight. Her lover even there when Lagertha had killed Kalf on their wedding day and declared herself the sole Earl of Hedeby.

"Do you like that?" Lagertha hummed, as her hand moved between (Y/n)'s legs, and slowly made its way up the inside of her thigh. The younger woman's hands gripping to the sides of the bath, the breath catching in her throat, as her lover's fingers began to caress her womanhood. A smile coming to the Earl's lips, when (Y/n) let out a needy gasp, as her fingertips began to touch her sensitive nub.

"L........Lagertha........please...........more. I need more........." (Y/n) managed to say, as her head dropped back, and her eyes closed, savouring the feel of her lady's soft touch. The older shieldmaiden's smile getting wider, as her fingers were pushed inside her lover. The room filling with the sounds of desperate, lustful moans as Lagertha's movements became firmer, faster.

"Do you still want more........?" Lagertha asked. Chuckling slightly, as (Y/n) whined at the fact that her lover had removed her fingers. The Earl holding out her hand for (Y/n) to take, helping her from the bath and wrapping her in a blanket, before leading her to the bed.

"I am addicted to you; you know that don't you? I need you more than you could know. You are my weakness (Y/n), that is why I keep you close. That is why you are always with me, because I am scared to lose you." Lagertha said, as she pulled the blanket away from (Y/n)'s body and began to kiss her neck. The younger shieldmaiden wrapping her arms around the Earl and pulling her close, doing her best to push the clothes from her form. Desperate to feel Lagertha's naked flesh against hers; to be able to touch her, like her lady was touching her. (Y/n) gripping at the older woman's hair, as Lagertha made her way down from her neck to her breasts, to her stomach and then her womanhood. (Y/n)'s legs instinctively moving apart, as her lover moved between them. Happy to surrender herself to anything her lady wished, for as addicted as Lagertha claimed to be with her, it was nothing to how (Y/n) felt for Lagertha. The younger shieldmaiden knowing that no matter where the Earl went, there she would also be.