Hálfdan slowly opened his eyes. The cold darkness of the night, slowly fading to be replaced by the warm hues of the new day. The female berserker had been right, the night had become bitterly cold. The younger son of Hálfdan the Elder moving slowly, when he noticed his brother had closed his eyes, to take the beautiful woman up on her earlier offer; the dirty blonde Viking, carefully slipping under the heavy fur that covered her. Her body instantly turning towards him; her head resting on chest, as her hand made its way under his tunic, to rest on his bare stomach. A smile making its way onto his lips, as he felt her hand began to move; to creep lower and lower, pushing its way passed the hem of his breeches; not stopping until it rested over his quickly hardening manhood. Hálfdan doing his best to not moan out loudly, as she began to pleasure him. The feared Northman gripping tightly to her, as she stroked him; her touch, the words of desire that she had been whispering softly into his ears, making his mind race. The berserker gently kissing the side of his cheek, as he spilled his seed over her hand. The woman promising him more, so much more when the fleet reach home. Hálfdan pulling her closer; hoping that her song to the God of the sea, would encourage Njǫrd to fill the sails with wind, and make the waves push them with all speed, back to Tamdrup. The blonde warrior not wishing to wait too much longer, before he could make her desires become reality. Before he could take her back to his cabin, and pleasure her; before he could discover how she tasted, how she sounded when he was inside her.

He hadn't had much chance to think on things the night before; the high that she had given him, quickly making him succumb to sleep. Yet at this moment, as the woman lay, her arm and leg draped across his body, couldn't help but let his mind wander to all the questions that female berserker continued to raise. The question of who, or what she really was. Why the allfather had send his eyes to watch over her; and whether or not she had not only been Svein's bear warrior, his berserker, but something more.

"No............" A voice suddenly whispered into his ear. turning his head to see that the female warrior was looking at him. His brows furrowing, at the sudden word. Not sure why she would simply say no, out of the blue.

"No.............?"

"No.........to what you were thinking. Svein was never anything more than a means to an end. I was never meant for him.............." She explained. Hálfdan's brows furrowing all the more. Not sure how she had known what he was thinking.

"As I told you, a chain does not only keep me to this ship; it also binds me to your brother.........to you................" She continued, reaching up and pressing her hand softly to his cheek. Hálfdan savouring the moment; wishing that the others on the boat hadn't begun to the rise. That the darkness would return, and he and the woman could stay as they were. That perhaps he could persuade her to disappear under the large fur; to release his hardened cock from his woollen pants and take it into her mouth................

"Time to get up.............." A voice came. Hálfdan feeling a harsh nudge at his shoulder, before he looked up to see his brother. The younger man huffing, before reluctantly moving from under the fur. Leaving the bear warrior, to simply smile up at the would be king of all Norway.

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Tamdrup.............they could see it now. The brothers, and those with them, well aware that it wouldn't be long before they were home. The rest of the way, the winds and sea had stayed with them. not sure whether it was just due to good fortune, or whether the song of the berserker, had actually found its way to Njǫrd. The god hearing the voice and helping to push the fleet safely back towards home.

"Tamdrup............." Hálfdan said, as he came to stand behind the berserker. The woman humming softly in reply.

"You will like it..................."

"Do all slaves like it.............?" She countered, as she turned to look at him the blonde. Hálfdan pulling her close. Ignoring the stares of the others on the ship. Ignoring the whispers that he had heard, that the female berserker had bewitched him; that he would now do anything that she wanted. The younger son of Hálfdan the Elder, not only spending all the other nights under the furs with her; but keeping her with him during the day. Their eyes barely leaving one another, as the ship moved speedily through the water.

"You could enter it as my woman if you would prefer..................."

"Your woman............? Your woman, or your slave.........some might say that they are one and the same. But either way, I know that there is only one thing that you want from me...........not that I am not happy to give it to you. Not that I am not desiring to know what Hálfdan the Black, can do for a woman. But perhaps if you would tell me what my duties would be as your slave, I might better be able to decide................" A small smile creeping across her lips, as the blonde leaned in a whispered what he would want her to do for him.

"So.........it would appear that it really doesn't matter whether I enter Tamdrup as your woman or your slave then............." The berserker chuckled, as she looked at the glint in the eyes of the warrior.

"The difference is, you would be free................."

"Free........I cannot imagine that some of your people would be happy about that. I have heard them whisper. Some of them say I am a witch, that has taken the heart of Hálfdan the Black. That I am a Draugr, sent to come between you and your brother. That I will destroy you............"

"And will you............?" Hálfdan asked, as he leaned in close again. His arms tightening around her.

"We shall see, Hálfdan........we shall see..............."