Slowly she began to move. The last thing that she could remember was dealing with that blasted god. She knew that she should not trust Loki; the trickster had already done enough damage to her family, and allowing herself to listen to one of his plans, was possibly the most foolish thing that she had ever done. Yet what he had said, had caught her attention. It was true that she wanted nothing more than to watch the line of the dragon slayer, burn. To wipe them out and have her revenge, for the death of her father. Yet as Loki had pointed out, her fire would end things too quickly. The grandsons of Sigurd, would be dead before they felt any pain. And that was what she wanted them to feel........... pain. For if she could not hurt the man that had killed her father, himself; then she would take out her ire on his descendants. She would bed one of the young men and laugh as he helped her continue the line that their grandfather had thought he had destroyed.

Finally, she pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking around at the strange room she was in. Looking down at herself to see that her regal, red gown, had been replaced with something simple and thin; her hand reaching up, to find that her hair was wet at the roots. (Y/n) grumbling to herself, cursing at the trickster, as she pulled back the furs that covered her, and swung her legs over to the side of the bed. The daughter of Fáfnir, not finding any of this amusing; though sure that wherever Loki was watching her from, he was more than smiling. (Y/n) getting to her feet and making her way to the door; opening it to find a dimly lit corridor before her. Her curiosity pulling her forward, as her ears picked up the sounds of male voices.

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"So........." Ubbe said. Finishing off the ale in his cup, before continuing.

"What are you trying to say...........?"

"I thought that was obvious." Ivar scoffed back. Sure, that his statement had been quite simple.

"None of you could do, what I have to do every day.........."

"What, crawl around on our bellies like some worm, you mean? Please, anyone could do that." Sigurd scoffed. Giving his younger brother a smug look, as Ivar glared at him.

"Then prove it! If you all think that you can move how I have to move, then show me. Whoever is quickest, wins. But if you can't, then I win, and I get to be the one to get to know our guest, better." Ivar retorted, stabbing his dagger into the top of the table in a warning to Sigurd; well aware that the next thing his brother would make a snide remark about, was his inability to be with women, as other men could.

"Agreed!" Ubbe quicky interjected, as he slammed down his empty mug. Doing his best to stop the argument, before it started. The oldest son of Aslaug not blind to the look in Sigurd's eye; knowing full well what the next insult he would send Ivar's way, would be.

"Hvitserk, Sigurd and I will bind our legs and just use daggers to help us across the ground outside." Ubbe continued. Hvitserk not sure how he had got dragged into this, since for once, he had been sat quietly. Though, if it meant that he would be able to get to know the strange, beautiful woman that they had taken from the fjord, that morning, without interference from any of his brothers; then he was going to do his best to prove that he could crawl even better than Ivar.

Since they had been informed that the mystery visitor had been changed but was still sleeping; since their visit to the room, to get a better look at her, now that she was not half drowned; they had been unable to do anything but argue about which of them would be, as Ivar had said, getting to know their visitor better. Not one of the sons of Ragnar wanting to give up that opportunity to the others. The look of the woman, so different to any that called Kattegat, home; so different to anything that they had ever seen, that each wanted her, as much as the others did. All of them trying to come up with reasons, excuses why it should be them that had the privilege; though each of these had been ignored, or just laughed at. So, after spending what felt like the entire day arguing; this seemed like as good a way as any, to settle this disagreement, once and for all. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd getting to their feet; Ubbe once more playing Ivar's donkey, as he carried his younger brother, out of the great hall.

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Ivar had been placed on a chair, while his brother's all sat on the ground in front of the great hall, wrapping their legs together, as he would. Ivar just shaking his head, as Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd clumsily began to move their bound legs behind them; pulling out their daggers and digging them into the dirt, as they lay on their bellies. He knew that they were all strong from swinging swords and axes; but it took so much more than that, to maneuver an entire body like he did. To pull yourself through dirt, mud and everything else that crossed your path. Ivar knowing that he was much stronger than any of his brothers gave him credit for; making him feel confident that they would never be able to win.

"You know the rules. And no cheating........." Ivar called out, before shouting 'GO' and watching with amusement, as his brothers tried to drag themselves across the floor.

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She made her way out into what was obviously the great hall of Kattegat. Her bare feet still carrying her towards the sound of male voices, that seemed to be coming from outside. The daughter of the dragon quickly making her way over to the doors. Her mind filling with a voice as she began to open them.

"No son of Ragnar will be yours, if he crawls along the floor, when you first lay eyes on the four............"

(Y/n) closed her eyes for moment, as the light of the early evening sun hit her; but then........then she saw him. The dark-haired young man that sat on the chair just to her side. His laughter fading as he looked up at her; his lips turning up into a smile, as his blue eyes caught hers, and those that were crawling on the floor, found themselves unable to move, as he reached out his hand and took hers. Bringing it up to his lips, so that he could gently kiss her knuckles.