Ivar gritted his teeth, as he saw Björn's gift to (Y/n). Of course, he would do something like this; of course, he would bring her that. The son of Lagertha had always wanted to be her favourite from the first time that they had met. Doing his best to take the place of their father in (Y/n)'s affections. Always taking the child of thunder away from him whenever he came to Kattegat. Ivar knowing well what Björn really wanted; he not blind to the way that the older man would look at (Y/n) now she was no longer a child. How his gaze would follow her, take in every inch of her magnificent form. Ivar not needing to be as old as his brother, to understand what, lust, need and desire was. To know what it was to want the daughter of Thor, because he wanted her too. Want having a look in a man's eyes, and Björn certainly had it. Ivar swearing to himself, to the gods that no matter the relationship between the two; no matter how many fancy gifts he brought her, Björn would not have her. The only one that would have her, would be him.

"What do you think..........?" Björn actually sounding nervous as he and his brothers stood there, looking between (Y/n) and his gift.

The oldest son of Ragnar had done what no one else had seemed to have thought to do; he had had her made her own Mjölnir. The weapon was large, expertly crafted and as it sat there on the table, it gleamed. The highly polished steel looking like silver. And if Björn had told them that the dwarven brothers Brokkr and Sindri had themselves forged and fashioned it for the God of Thunder's daughter, they would have believed it. The sons of Ragnar continuing to watch as (Y/n) slowly made her way over to her gift. She taking a breath before placing her palm and fingers around the handle, which had been wrapped in the finest, softest leather. (Y/n) getting it comfortable in her hand, before she suddenly raised the heavy weapon into the air. All present, for a moment, expecting lightning to appear and fill the room; the hammer looking so natural in her hand. It seeming as though it were already part of her. The brother's knowing that with sword, axe and bow, she was already a force to be reckoned with; but with this.........with her own real hammer, they had a feeling that she would be unstoppable. They pitying anyone, anything that may try to stand against her now.

"(Y/n)..........?" (Y/n) slowly placing down her gift as she heard her name. She turning to look at the boys she adored; at Björn who looked more worried than she had ever seen him look before. A smile making its way onto her face before she once more ran to her oldest brother. Her legs and arms tightly wrapping around him, as she thanked him; assured him that she not only loved her gift, but him too. Ivar's grip on the spikes in his hand getting tighter, as Björn held her body to his. The blonde man's eyes closed, a smile on his lips, as he told her that he loved her as well. Ivar huffing, before deciding that he could no longer look at the pair. The dark-haired prince dragging himself back out of the great hall.

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"What do you mean, you aren't going......?" Ubbe asked, as he Sigurd and Hvitserk looked at Ivar as he sat in his chair, finishing off another cup of mead.

Björn had returned to Kattegat, so of course there was to be a feast. Everyone in town seemingly wishing to attend.....well, apart from Ivar, apparently. He still in a foul mood about his kiss with (Y/n) being interrupted; about the gift that Björn had given her. And about how, he had only been back not even a day, and already all of (Y/n)'s attention seemed to be on Björn.

"Exactly what I said......I am not going..........Just because Björn is back, the whole of Kattegat has to fall at his feet. Well, not me.........." Ivar explained. Ubbe just shaking his head. He wanting nothing more than for them to all be together as a family. To show everyone that they were all children of Ragnar, and they stood together.

"Let him stay here........" Sigurd announced.

"Let him sit here and pout like a child. Let him sit here and cry himself to sleep because (Y/n) loves Björn more than she does him.........." Sigurd and the others looking at Ivar, as the cup from his hand flew past Sigurd's head and broke against the wall.

"Take that back..........." Ivar warned, as his grip on the arms of the chair, turned his knuckles white.

"What, poor little Ivar doesn't want to hear the truth. That our precious sister doesn't really care about him. Only spends time with him because she feels sorry for him; and because Björn isn't here........."

"STOP......!" Ubbe exclaimed, not about to let this go any further. Knowing that Sigurd would use this to goad Ivar until he did something foolish.

"We all know that Björn took the place of father in (Y/n)'s eyes. That she has a special place in her heart for him; but she also loves the rest of us. She has told us and shown us, all our lives. But if you want her to spend all her time with Björn, this evening, then don't come; though I am sure that (Y/n) won't be happy......." Aslaug's oldest son said. Just shaking his head, as Ivar went back to pouting; his arms firmly crossed over his chest. Ubbe deciding that it was better to let (Y/n) deal with this; even Ivar listening to the beautiful offering of the storms when she was angry. And him not coming to the feast for Björn, because he was seemingly jealous, would certainly annoy her. Ubbe ushering his brothers out of the room; before the trio made their way to the great hall.