(Y/n) crawled down under the furs, until she got to the bottom of the bed; her eyes fixed on the young, dark-haired man that was still smiling up at her. Flóki following her; his arm laying across her back, as he moved into her side. The boatbuilder resting his chin on top of her head.

"You are the one called Ivar..........?" The Hamingja asked, as she looked the boy up and down. Her eyes lingering for a moment on his bound legs, as he moved them in front of him.

"Yes..........I'm Ivar..........." The youngest son of Ragnar replied, as he continued to stare at the white-haired beauty. Flóki wrapping his arm around (Y/n)'s waist, as she reached out and touched Ivar's face. The young man closing his eyes, as her fingers touched his cheek. Ivar not sure who this woman was, or where his friend had found her; but he found himself hoping that this would not be the only time that they met. That, whoever she was, she would be staying in Kattegat.

"I can see why you like him, Flóki. He is strong, smart, a true force to be reckoned with..........you have taught him well. He is a true Viking. I think that I will like him too..............." (Y/n) said. Ivar met with her smile, as he opened his eyes. The young Ragnarsson feeling something strange inside him, as she slowly removed her hand from his flesh.

"Flóki.............Who............?" A still confused, and very fascinated Ivar began. The boatbuilder rolling onto his back, and letting out a laugh, as he looked at Ivar.

"This is (Y/n). She is my Hamingja. I followed her into the snow last night, after she came to me in a dream. She and Loki found me, and he agreed that she could be mine.............." Flóki explained with childish glee, as (Y/n) rested her chin on his chest.

"Your Hamingja..............?" Ivar asked. The young prince knowing that if it were anyone else, he would think that they had lost their mind. But this was Flóki. The man that had taught him how to be a Viking; that had taught him to believe in the gods. Yet still, asking him to believe that the vision that lay with her head on the boatbuilder's chest, was the guardian spirit that brought a person luck and happiness, was a little much, even for him.

"Yes..........she should be a wolf but, as you see............" Flóki replied with another giggle, as he gestured to the beauty that continued to just smile at the bemused younger man. Ivar finally rolling his eyes at his old friend.

"Fine.........don't tell me who she really is. But I will find out, old man. You can't just keep her to yourself forever.........." Ivar retorted, giving Flóki's mystery woman a flirty wink, before turning over onto his belly.

"Now........are you coming, or not............." The prince continued. Flóki looking at the beauty whose body he could feel pressed up against his.

"Later................" The boatbuilder told him, before pulling the fur up over himself and (Y/n). Ivar rolling his eyes again, as he pulled himself of the cabin. Noises filling the air, as he closed the door behind him.

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"So, you have never seen her before...............?"

"Isn't that what I just said.................?" Ivar huffed indignantly, as Sigurd looked across at him.

"And he didn't tell you who she was, or where she's come from...............?"

"Have I been talking to myself this whole time? I told you........ Flóki said that her name was (Y/n). That she was his Hamingja. That he had followed her out into the snow last night, after she had come to him in a dream. That she and Loki had found him, and that Loki agreed that she could be his.............." Ivar reiterated, as he turned his glare to Hvitserk. His older brother smiling to himself, as Ivar let out another huff. The young prince now not sure why he had come and told his brothers about any of this.

"And you believe him...............?"

"Well, it is Flóki............." Ivar told Ubbe. The brothers looking at one another. All of them having to admit that the boatbuilder had come out with stranger things than this, but still....................

"Maybe we should go and see her for ourselves........." Hvitserk finally continued, as he got up from his chair. Ubbe and Sigurd following suit; all of them deciding that it was worth leaving the fire behind, to see the woman that Ivar had described.

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Flóki smiled broadly, as (Y/n) pulled his large coat around his shoulders. The Hamingja kissing him, before he made his way out into the snow to chop some wood for the fire. Part of him still believed that this was all a dream. That sooner or later he would wake up and discover that none of this was real. But he had to say that the Hamingja most certainly felt real. That the way that she made him feel, couldn't be anything but real. Yet still that didn't mean that a part of him didn't fear losing her; that even just being outside like this, didn't make him think that when he went back into the cabin, she wouldn't be there.

"Flóki...........!" A voice called out. The boatbuilder turning to see the sons of Ragnar making their way towards him. It obvious that Ivar had told his brothers what he had seen earlier that morning. Flóki dropping the axe to his side, as the four younger men stopped in front of him.

"Back so soon, Ivar...............?"

"We........we just wanted to see..............."

"If you needed any help.................." Hvitserk chimed in, interrupting Ivar, while pointing at the pile of wood.

"With chopping wood...............?" Flóki enquired. His smile getting broader, as the four nodded. None of them at that moment able to think of a better excuse for their presence. Their heads turning as the door to the cabin opened, and out into the snow moved a woman. A woman that Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd couldn't help but begin to believe, had really been gifted to the boatbuilder by the god, as she smiled.