I know I am mixing up the story again; but as I always say, this is my AU of the Vikings, and I do love to try and include as many of my favourite characters as possible. So, I hope you will forgive me and enjoy.

"Do you think that it is true..........what they say, I mean." Hvitserk asked, as he, Björn, Ubbe, Sigurd and Ivar waited on the dock with what appeared to be most of Kattegat. The ships of the man that would be King of all Norway making their way into the fjord.

News of the female berserker that had been captured by the two sons of Hálfdan the Elder had travelled fast. Everyone talking about the fact that the bear warrior had become a part of Harald's army, and since doing so, he seemed to have been unbeatable. That, and that Hálfdan the Black had taken the woman as his own; the pair wed before the gods. Ivar scoffing at his older brother, not believing that Hvitserk would listen to silly stories like the women in the marketplace. The dark prince choosing to reserve judgment, until he had met the woman himself. Though he had to admit that he was intrigued; having to admit that he had wondered what he might achieve if he had such a woman by his side.

"We will find out soon enough, Hvitserk." Björn replied, as the red and yellow colours of Harald Finehair got closer.

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(Y/n) looked up as the ships made their way onto the fjord. It was beautiful, like a little piece of Asgard in Midgard. The towering slops, making her feel small, as the wind and spray from the sea kissed her cheeks.

She knew why they were here; Harald wanted the domain of the line of Odin. He wanted to add the kingdom of Ragnar to his conquests; but that would wait, now was not the time for that. Now was the time to consolidate alliances and friendships, to avenge Lothbrok; and she could not be happier than she was in the knowledge that when she returned to Valhalla with Hálfdan by her side, she would be able to tell Ragnar that she had been there with his sons. That she had been with the boatbuilder, when they had made the Saxon's suffer for what they had dared to do to him.

"I will have to keep an eye on you when we get to Kattegat." Hálfdan chuckled softly, as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back to his chest. The pair watching as the dock, that was groaning with people, got closer and closer.

"And why is that............?" She replied with a smile, as her husband nuzzled his stubbled cheeks into the dip of her shoulder.

"The sons of Ragnar and every other man that calls that place home. None are blind to a beautiful woman; and none will have seen a woman as beautiful as you are, my wife........my Valkyrie. I would not be surprised if they were to all offer you their father's kingdom for one night with you. If they were not willing to give their own lives, to know what it is to be loved by one such as you............" Hálfdan explained, as he kissed her neck. The gesture making her moan and close her eyes.

"But they will not have you. Even for my brother to see his dream come true, I would not surrender you to another man for even one moment........." The younger son of Hálfdan the Elder growled. His voice deeper, darker, filled with nothing but lust, jealously and predatorial desire. The woman sent by the allfather, aware that her mortal love would kill anyone that so much as looked at her in a way that he did not like. The mere thought of watching as Hálfdan was covered in the blood of some unworthy man, making her mind race.

The journey to Kattegat had seemed to take forever; the fact that all they had wanted to do was fuck one another, and couldn't, had certainly dragged out the trip. But soon they would be on dryland again. Soon they would have a room, and woe betide anyone that dare interrupt them. Yet before they could fill the kingdom of Lothbrok with the sounds of their love; there would be a feast. Allies would have to be greeted, stories would have to be told and mead and ale drunk. Yet that did not mean that Hálfdan and his berserker could not whisper about their passion; about what they would do to the other when they were alone.

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Murmurs could be heard, as the ships began to dock. Harald stepping out of the boat and making his way over to where the sons of Ragnar waited to greet their guests.

"Björn......." Harald called out, as he looked at the oldest son of Ragnar first.

"It is a pleasure to see you again, despite the circumstances." The older man continued, before offering Björn his arm.

"Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd........Ivar.........." Harald added, as he turned to look at the four sons of Aslaug, nodding to each in turn.

"Your brother is not with you.............?" Ivar questioned matter of factly, despite them all knowing that Hálfdan would not be far behind.

"Oh, he is here. He just finds his wife's side, far more appealing than he does mine, these days." Harald chuckled in reply. The older descendant of King Ingjald of Svealand and Olof the Woodcarver, turning as the crowd went quiet. A smile coming to his lips, as he watched his sibling help his bride from the boat; for even though he had wondered about the unusual, yet undoubtedly beautiful woman, when she had first pledged her allegiance to him; when he had first seen how besotted his brother was with her, now, he could not be happier that the female berserker was stood with Hálfdan, right by his side. A soft chuckle leaving his lips, as he turned back to look at the younger men.

"As I told you.....here he is........" Harald gesturing towards Hálfdan, as he came to his side.

"Though none of you have meet his new bride....... Björn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar, I would like you to meet (Y/n)..........." Harald announced, as a woman stood to Hálfdan's side; her features covered by the skin of a bear. The eyes of the Ragnarsson's growing wide, as she slowly pulled the skin away from her head. Harald sure that if the young men continued to look at the female berserker as they were, then his brother would happily send them all to Valhalla before their time, and Ragnar would remain, unavenged.