Aslaug looked over at the naked babe that Ragnar was holding in her arms. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd standing with their father and laughing as the now wide-eyed girl child, gripped onto Ragnar's thumb and pulled it into her mouth, sucking on it as if it were a mother's breast. Truly, she should be angry, the king not long before had tried to abandon their new son to the elements, to the wild animals; Ivar surely dying if she had not been able to find him. And now here he was with a babe that he claimed he had found, claimed was a gift from Thor; Ragnar cooing softly over the little girl, that he had told his older sons, was their new sister. He showing more love to her, than he had his own son. Yet there was something that had kept her from her rage; kept her from thinking that her husband had been laying with some other woman, and the girl was the result of this affair. It not just the mark of Mjölnir, that was on the child's skin, either; but a dream that she had had. A dream that had come to her, the night of Ivar's birth. Her slumbering vision of Thor; the god of thunder making his way into her room, looking into the crib in which her poor, crippled child lay, before out from under his cloak he drew a child.......a girl child; a more beautiful being she had never seen. The only mark on her perfect skin, the symbol of Thor above her heart. Aslaug only able to watch as the god placed her in the crib alongside Ivar.

"The blood of my blood. A child of thunder; the daughter of storms. A gift for a king.......for many kings.....And a queen for a queen......" A disembodied voice said, before the god disappeared in a flash of light, leaving only his child behind.

"She must be hungry......." The word's bringing the queen back from memories of her dream. Aslaug seeing her sons and husband looking at her, as the little girl began to murmur. The Götaland princess slowly getting to her feet, leaving Ivar as he finally slumbered peacefully on the thick furs; holding out her arms as she came to stand over the group. Ragnar smiling softly as he handed her (Y/n).

"Come my little queen.....let me introduce you to Ivar..........."

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Ragnar got up from the bed and made his way over to where his son and (Y/n) lay. It had been days since he had been to consult the seer; days since he had found the little girl on the spit of sand. Kattegat settling into a new peace now that the raging storms had ended. A smile coming to the king's lips as he found that she was awake and looking up at him with her bright eyes.

Word of (Y/n), the child with the mark of Thor, had already made its way around Kattegat; the king sure that given the merchants that had been at the market over the past couple of days, it would not be long before the news of his daughter, spread further afield. It sure to bring with it interest or perhaps concern, from the Jarls and kings of other places, when they knew that he had been given the child; it not anyone that could claim to have been entrusted with the care of a daughter of the gods. And though, in truth he had never wanted to be king, it seemed to him that (Y/n) was a way for Thor, for the allfather to tell him that they approved of him. That said that he himself was truly of the line of Odin.

"Can you not sleep either, little one..........?" The king asked quietly, as he ghosted his finger over the face of the little girl.

"Perhaps we should go for a walk......I can tell you more about Kattegat and Thor can see you........" Ragnar reaching into the crib and carefully moving (Y/n) from Ivar's side. His son murmuring slightly, as (Y/n)'s hand, that was holding his, was pulled from his grasp. The warrior looking over to make sure that his wife was still sleeping; then quietly made his way out of the room, with his daughter in his arms.

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"A true gift for a king..........." Ragnar turning to see that the disfigured oracle had made his way from his rickety hut. The shells on the old man's staff rattling against one another, as he moved slowly towards the pair, who stood looking over the quiet town below.

"Though she will not only be your gift........" He continued. A smile coming to his black lips, as he reached out his hand and touched (Y/n)'s head. The little girl gurgling happily at the interaction.

"Many a king will come, and many a king will fall. The blood of thunder, a symbol of the right to rule; the weapon to defeat all others. For without her, their claims will be nothing. And in the end only one will be able to truly wield the hammer........" The seer continued, nodding respectfully to the little girl.

"Your daughter will be like no other. Take care of what the gods have seen fit to honour you with. Ragnar: for she will watch over you and your blood as it you were her own." The malformed link between man and gods; between Midgard and Asgard, calling out, as he turned and made his way back into the darkness of the slumbering town. Ragnar looking down at (Y/n) to see that the old man had placed on her chest a silver pendant in the shape of the symbol for her true father. The king placing it round her neck, before going back to telling her, all about the place where she would grow up with her family.