"Where are they.......?" Hvitserk asked, as he took a seat at the table, noticing that the twins were missing.

"Where do you think........? I saw (Y/n) carrying Ivar out towards the training area, before first light......." Ubbe replied, as he took a drink from his cup.

It was something that the twins had done for some time, making their way to train, as the rest of Kattegat had only just begun to stir from their sleep. It quite a sight to see the only living daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok carrying her twin brother on her back, out of town. It always proving one thing, that (Y/n) was far stronger than she might appear.

"I don't know why she does it. Carrying his crippled arse........."

"Your sister does it, because if it were the other way around, Ivar would do it for her.........." Aslaug interrupted, as she looked at Sigurd.

"(Y/n) and Ivar are one being. Their bond ordained by the gods. They would do anything for one another; and if your sister chooses to carry him, then she will carry him.........' The queen continued, before getting to her feet. Sigurd no longer looking at his mother, as she glared at him, before leaving her sons to their food.

It was true. (Y/n) had been carrying Ivar or pulling him along in the little cart that Flóki had made for him, ever since she could. Never once complaining about the burden; never making a mention of the weight that it must put on her shoulders, by always having to be there to take care of Ivar.

When they were little, they had started to use a kind of language that only the pair could understand; a language that they still used to that day, when they didn't want others to know what they were talking about. And when they weren't talking in that way, they seemed to know what the other was thinking, with just a look. Their older brothers sometimes having to admit that the whole thing was a little disconcerting. It all seeming to prove that they had, as their mother had just said, a bond ordained by the gods.

"We should go and join them. I could do with some practice.........." Hvitserk said, as he filled his plate with food; before his eyes fell on Sigurd.

"You should come too, Sigurd.......unless you are still too scared of our little sister, after last night.........?" He continued with a chuckle. Recalling how the colour had drained from his face, as (Y/n) had got to her feet and stabbed her dagger into the table, daring him to call Ivar a cripple to her face.

"I am not afraid of (Y/n) nor Ivar. She's a girl; I could beat her with one arm tied behind my back............" Sigurd retorted, as he got to his feet. Ubbe and Hvitserk just rolling their eyes at the comment.

"Well, are you coming.........?" He continued, before heading for the door. Ubbe just looking at Hvitserk and shrugging before he too got to his feet. Hvitserk about to protest and say that they would go once he had eaten; but his brothers were already out of the door of the hall. Hvitserk quickly pushing a chicken leg into his mouth, and grabbing an apple, before jumping to his feet and going to catch up with them.

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Ivar held up his sister's skirts, as she moved up and down on top of him. His teeth occasionally nipping at her breasts, as they bounced in front of his face. Everything about her, was hypnotic; watching as his cock disappeared into her, over and over again, was the most wonderful sight in the world. And he would not swap these moments for anything.

As soon as she had woken him that morning, not in her usual training clothes, he had known what she had wanted to do; that she wanted them to go to the training area and make love, as the sun rose over Kattegat. Ivar just smiling; aware that he didn't have to say anything, for her to know that he wanted that, as well. The fact that their liaison could be come across at any moment by their brothers, always seeming to add a thrill to their love making. An urgency that sent an exquisite shiver down Ivar's spine.

"Don't stop...........please..........." Ivar grunted, as he felt his cock begin to twitch inside his twin. His hands moving to grip firmly at (Y/n)'s waist; her pace picking up, as he could feel her tighten around him; squeezing his cock until he could take it no more. A loud moan leaving his lips, as his seed spilled into her. Ivar holding onto her as (Y/n)'s head dropped onto his shoulder.

"I love you.........." She said softly. Doing her best to regain her breath, as the erotic euphoria continued to course through her veins. (Y/n) had never been with another man and had no desire to be. Ivar was all she wanted and needed. The Ragnarsdóttir sure that no other could make her feel as wonderful as her twin could make her feel.

"I love you too, sister............." Ivar replied, as he lazily combed his fingers through her hair. The dark prince wishing that the rest of the world would just disappear. That it could be just he and (Y/n), like this, for the rest of his days. That he could spend every moment in her arms, feeling the love that only his twin could give him. But it was not to be. (Y/n) quickly moving her head from his shoulder, the pair looking at one another as they heard the sound of their brother's voices getting closer. The twins placing a kiss to one another's lips, before (Y/n) reluctantly moved herself away from her brother, cleaning herself up, as Ivar pulled himself up onto his usual tree stump. The two smiling at one another, as they picked up their weapons and the sounds of steel against steel, filled the air.