He thought it would be like controlling a wild animal. He had expected to need many a strong man to help him take her to the river. He had expected that she might even kill one or two of them before this was over; but when the two ravens had finally let Halfdan and Harald near her, she had allowed them to unchain her from the pole without any commotion. And now, she was making her way to the river, as quiet as a mouse; Halfdan not far behind her, holding firmly to the chain that was still secured around her neck. The ravens flying around them, as the blonde man and the female berserker got to the bank. The bear warrior turning to look at the youngest son of Halfdan the Elder.

"Wash..............." Halfdan ordered, growling under his breath, as the woman just crossed her arms and looked at him.

"Wash!" He said again, a little louder this time. Halfdan making it quite clear exactly what he wanted. The berserker simply dropping and sitting on the bank, her eyes cast over the river.

Halfdan couldn't help but become infuriated; normally he would have just forced her into the river. He would have grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the water. But the fact that she had already killed two of their men that morning, without seeming to break a sweat, before the ravens had plucked out her victim's eyes, was making even Halfdan think better of his usual tactics; sure that if he did pull her into the water, he might just find himself floating down the river, drown by the bear warrior.

"Don't then.........you can stink............" Halfdan huffed, pulling on the chain; only to find it ripped from his hands. The woman glaring at him, as she quickly got back to her feet, wrapping the metal links around her hand, before heading down the bank, and into the water. The blonde making his way over and watching as she disappeared into the river.

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Halfdan sat there, a part of him had expected that when she had disappeared under the water, that she wouldn't come back up. That she would use it as a way to escape; but no, she was there, her filthy clothes thrown onto the bank; Halfdan shifting uncomfortably, his cock hardening by the second, as she splashed the water over her form. She was more beautiful than he had expected; she was strong, but still had an elegance and grace about her; her body, what she was, making her just the kind of woman that Halfdan had always dreamed of. What he wanted to do more than anything, was to strip off his own clothes and join her. What he wanted to do was take her; wanted to feel that beautiful form pressed against him; to feel how tight she was around him.

She didn't seem to care that he was watching her; in fact, he thought that she had looked over a couple of times to make sure that he was watching. His hand rubbing at his aching crotch, as the water trickled down between her breasts. The images of them together, of him being on top of her, inside of her, all becoming more vivid, more real, as she finally made her way out of the river and came to stand in front of her. Halfdan getting to his feet; a smile coming to her lips as she looked him up and down and saw the bulge that begged to be set free. The feared Northman moaning lewdly, as she placed her hand on his cock. His eyes closing as she began the move her hand.

"Brother!" The voice of Harald came. Halfdan groaning in annoyance, as the berserker moved away from him. The blonde man quickly taking the cloak from his shoulders and wrapping it around the woman in front of him. Halfdan not wanting to share the true wonder of the female warrior, even with his brother. The woman placing the chain back in the Northman's hand, before making her way over to Harald. The berserker just standing there.........looking at him.

"What are you...............?" The would be king of all Norway asked. The woman just chuckling softly, as she looked up to the sky; the ravens still circling overhead.

"Why does Odin protect you..........?" Harald demanded to know. His anger growing, as she just continued to look at the ravens.

He had killed Svein, but it was as if the dead king's bear warrior was still fighting him. It feeling, that even though he had been victorious in the battle, he was yet to really win the war. The others that they had captured, Svein's men and shieldmaidens, had either been killed or would be enslaved; Odin not seeming to care about any of those people. So, what made this woman.......this berserker, so different.

"Tell me!" He demanded again, as she grabbed hold of the chain around her throat. Even Harald feeling fear, as she glared at him. The berserker speaking for the first time since she had been brought before the two brothers: her voice low, her tone eerily menacing. The older man sure that he had never been more afraid of a woman in his life.

"If you wish to keep on living, son of Halfdan, I suggest that you let go of the chain. And if you want to keep on winning your battles, I would advise that you just accept that the allfather is with me.........is always with me. His eye focused on everything that I do..............." She told him, before pulling her neck away from him. The berserker looking to the younger Halfdan for a moment, before walking off back towards the tent where she had been secured, with him in tow.