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Kattegat.......she had seen much of the world; great cities built from stone that towered over the seas. Stunning places that had made her gasp in awe. And even though the home of her rescuers was nothing like those, the buildings made of simple wood and thatch, it had a beauty all its own. The soaring hills that surrounded the fjord, and the fjord itself, drawing her towards the town that was being warmed by the morning sun.

She had to confess that it was rare for her to make her way onto land; the only reason that she had ended up on the monk's island, was because she had been caught in a storm, and dashed upon some rocks; otherwise, she would have been nowhere near the Christians. But now.....now she would have to spend the foreseeable future in the town that was getting closer and closer by the moment, as the Northmen rowed their ships the final distance to the docks. She would have to be surrounded by many more Midgardians than she ever had been. But she owed her debt to Flóki, Rollo and Torstein, and she would do what she had to do. A small smile pulling at her lips, as she looked at a smiling Flóki who gave her a little wave.

"Do you need more water.............?" The haffrue turning to see the monk, whom she now knew to be called Athelstan, looking at her. His gentle tone and kind smile not stopping her from inching backwards. (Y/n) just shaking her head and hoping that he would leave her alone.

"I.......I am sorry for what happened to you. I was not there the day that you were found on the beach; I did not know that you were being hurt.......harmed. If I had.........you did not deserve it. You are as much a child of God as any.........."

"Get away from her........" A warning came. (Y/n) smiling as she looked up to see Rollo, who had come from the front of the ship. Athelstan quickly backing away as the large Viking loomed over him.

"She wants nothing to do with you, or your God. So, stay away.........." He continued. Athelstan just nodding, before scurrying back to his little spot in the boat.

"Do you feel better..........?" The haffrue nodding as the Northman knelt at her side.

"Yes. But......I will need to spend some time in the water. The monks, they kept me in my other form for too long........."

"I will take you somewhere, and we will stay there for as long as you want. You have no need not fear that monk or anyone else now..........." Rollo assured, as he reached out and touched her cheek. (Y/n) feeling the heat rise in her, as his rough fingers carefully rested on her skin.

He was a handsome creature, bigger built than either Flóki or Torstein. And she could see a strange sadness, a loneliness behind his eyes. (Y/n) finding herself prone to sensing these things; finding that she wanted to turn such emotions into happiness and the feeling of being loved.

"Thank you........." She replied, as she placed her hand over his. Rollo moving a little closer. The elder Lothbrok glad that Torstein and Flóki were preoccupied as the boat came to the dock. Rollo believing, as he looked into her eyes, that the gods, that Thor was finally rewarding him for something he had done. That the beautiful creature was a gift; and even though he may have to share her with the other two men, at least he would not have to share her with his brother. Rollo taking her up into his arms as some of the other men secured the boat to the dock. He, closely followed by Flóki and Torstein, carrying her out onto dry land. The sight of her; her long tail still dragging on the floor, despite how high Rollo held her, hushing the crowd that had been waiting expectantly for their loved ones to return from the raid. No one noticing the Christian that Ragnar had allowed to not only live, but to journey with them. None present wanting to turn their gaze from the haffrue; a creature, the likes of which none thought they would ever see. (Y/n) pulling Rollo's cloak up a little higher over her naked torso and shielding her face in the crook of his neck, as he pushed his way through the gawping onlookers. The large Northman carrying her down to the small area where he could walk right into the water; Rollo not caring that he was now soaked to the bone, as carefully placed her into. He, Flóki and Torstein watching as she disappeared below the surface.

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"So......what do we do..........?" Torstein finally asked, as he and the other two continued to watch the haffrue swim in the fjord.

"Do you think that when she said that she is ours to do with as we wish.......she meant everything that we wish? Because I can think of quite a few things I would wish to do with her......in either of her forms......" He continued. His tongue licking at his lips, as he saw her ample bosom bob atop the water, before she began to swim back to the shore. Flóki chuckling, then nodding in agreement; the boatbuilder sure that he and Torstein were having very similar thoughts at that moment.

"We shall have to see......But before that, we have to find out who she wants to spend her time with, first....." Rollo simply replied. His eyes not having left her since he allowed her to slip from his arms. The older Sigurdsson getting to his feet and making his way down into the water; once more taking (Y/n) into his arms, then turning and carefully heading back to dry land. Placing her on his now dry cloak, before wrapping it around her. Torstein unable to keep the question to himself any longer...........

"Who do you want to be with first...........?"