"You didn't tell me that we had guests.............." (Y/n) said, as she made her way over to Flóki. The boatbuilder pulling her to him; wrapping her large fur coat around both of them and holding her tight. The pair looking at the four younger men.

"It seems that they came to help me chop wood............." Flóki chuckled, as (Y/n) looked up at him, joining in the boatbuilder's amusement.

"Really.............? I was unaware that you needed such help.............." The Hamingja remarked, smiling up at the still chuckling Flóki.

"As was I.........but as they are here, perhaps I should introduce you............"

"No, no, let me guess, please............" (Y/n) quicky countered, as she moved away from Flóki's arms, and the warmth of his coat. The sons of Ragnar feeling even more confused, as the mysterious woman stood barefoot in the snow, not seeming to care that the air was freezing, as she moved forward, wearing little more than a simple woollen dress, that most others would wear in the warmer months.

"You.............." She began, as she moved to stand before one of the visitors. Slowly reaching up her hand and placing it delicately on his cheek.

"Are Sigurd. The prophesied son that was born with the image of the serpent-dragon Fafnir in his eye, the same one as your grandfather, Sigurd the Elder, killed." (Y/n) continued, as she looked at the mark in the younger man's eye. The blonde staring at her wide eyed, as she focused on his orbs. A sudden frigid breeze whipping around the group sending her long pale hair billowing into the air; making it appear as though a fresh fall of snow was surrounding them, as she gave Sigurd a small smile, before moving on to the man beside him.

"And you........you are Ubbe. First son of the daughter of the dragon slayer, second son of Ragnar. Therefore, by process of elimination, you are Hvitserk............." The Hamingja continued, nodding to both of them, before making her way back to Flóki. The boatbuilder, happily pulling her back under the fur that covered his shoulders.

"And I have of course, I have already met Ivar...............The gods foretold that Ragnar would have many sons, and it would appear that I have now been fortunate enough to meet most of them..........he is a very lucky man to have such handsome boys. I hope that I will be able to get to know you all better now that I am here............." She added, smiling at the four wide eyed and opened mouthed Ragnarssons. Flóki kissing his Hamingja on top of the head, as the younger Northmen continued to stand there in slack jawed awe.

"And............and who is it that we have the pleasure of meeting..........?" Ubbe finally managed to ask, shaking the thoughts from his mind.

"Did Ivar not tell you................? My name is (Y/n)................"

"She is my Hamingja................" The cheery boatbuilder interrupted. Announcing it as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Hamingja?.........well, I hope that our Hamingja is as beautiful as you......" Hvitserk joined in, smiling cheekily. (Y/n) well aware that the Hamingja that followed this line of Odin, was no wolf, no bear or feared creature; but the raven that was emblazoned on Ragnar's banner. The two Hamingja's as different as the blood brothers that had created them.

"Well...........as you can see, I do not need any help with chopping wood. So................." Flóki interjected, before anything else could be said. It obvious that the boatbuilder didn't need their assistance with anything. Especially not with the beauty that was wrapped in his arms, under the fur coat. The sons of Ragnar knowing that there was no point in arguing; Flóki taking the opportunity to lead his beautiful Hamingja, back into the cabin.

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Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar sat around the table, ignoring the servants that were making the last preparations for the beginning of the Midwinter Solstice celebration. Once they had left the boatbuilder and his new woman, they had made their way back to the Great Hall. Each finding themselves lost in thought. Each wondering why, and how, Flóki had got himself a woman like this (Y/n). So much so, that even Ivar and Sigurd had forgotten about their usual arguments.

"So........who do you think that she really is..............?" Hvitserk asked, as he looked to his siblings.

"And how did she get here...............?" Sigurd added. Sure, that his question was as important as Hvitserk's. All of the brothers aware that no ships could make its way into the frozen fjord; and that the snow was too deep to have allowed her to have come into Kattegat on foot or horseback.

"Do you................do you think that Flóki could be telling the truth. That she is his family Hamingja?" Ubbe asked. Well aware that his question sounded as ridiculous as he thought; but, as Ivar had noted earlier, this was Flóki........crazy Flóki, and anything was possible.

"Flóki will be coming to the celebrations tonight. He would not miss them, and undoubtedly, he will bring (Y/n). Father will want to know all about her, and Flóki will have to tell him the truth. He will have to say where she has come from, and how she got here............." Ivar remarked. The others looking at one another, deciding that their youngest sibling was right, and that they perhaps should leave discovering the truth behind the mysterious (Y/n), to their father.