The Hamingja slowly rose, looking over at Flóki, as he continued to slumber. (Y/n) reaching out and gently resting her hand on his cheek. He was such a wonderfully strange, Midgardian. It was true to say that all his line had been a little..........well, different. But when a family has lineage from the trickster god, what else would they be. That, and she didn't mind him being that wonderfully strange. It had been this that had drawn her to him; it was also the intelligence that he hid under his laughter. His heart that was truly Viking, though some might miss that, because of his unusual ways. And finally, his devotion; his devotion to the gods, to Loki, to her. His belief that she was with him, never wavering; never questioned. All that, the reason she had asked the god to let her be his. To let her become like him, so that she could spend a lifetime by his side. The Hamingja slowly leaning over and placing a kiss to his head. (Y/n) doing her best not to laugh, as the boatbuilder let out a content sigh, before turning over.

Quietly, she moved from under the furs. The world outside the cabin, was still dark; but soon the light of the new day would bathe the realm of Ragnar; the Hamingja deciding though to take a moment for herself. To take some time before the mortals began their day. (Y/n) draping Flóki's large coat around her naked form, before she made her way out into the snow.

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She needed this. The cold, the snow. A soft sigh leaving her lips, as her bare feet moved through the drifts. As the queen had said the night before, she was the winter wolf, and as much as (Y/n) was enjoying this mortal form; as much as she loved being able to feel the pleasure that Flóki could give her, it was still much to get used to. The Hamingja suddenly feeling the desire to become the wolf, and just run. To feel the wind in her fur...........

"You could not sleep...............?" A voice suddenly enquired. (Y/n) turning to see Ragnar. A smile spreading across his visage, as the coat fell from her bare shoulders.

"I am still becoming accustomed to sleep, King Ragnar. As a Hamingja, I need no such thing; so, to now feel the desire to lay in a bed and close my eyes, is something new for me. But what of you? Surely you have no such troubles. Surely you should be laid in the arms of your queen..........." (Y/n) replied, before turning and continuing to make her way through the snow. Ragnar smiling once more, as he watched her for a moment, before following.

"I am afraid that it is you that has disrupted my sleep............"

"Me? How have I done such a thing...........?" She queried. (Y/n) looking up at the king, as he came to her side and placed his hand on her arm, pulling her to a halt.

"I know of no one else that has ever been gifted in this way. That has been able to bring a Hamingja from the realm of sleep, into our world. I wish to know if your presence in Kattegat, bodes well for all of us. For our voyages across the sea. I wish to know more about you............I wish to see all the beauty that Loki has created." Ragnar explained, as he placed his cold, rough, calloused hand on her cheek. His eyes looking to the coat that still hung from her naked shoulders.

All the beauty that Loki has created? She knew what he meant; she may be new to many things, but not to the desires of mortal men. She could see it in his eyes, now; she had seen it in those perfect blue orbs when she had first met him in the Great Hall. She could hear it in the frantic beating of his heart, as she and Flóki had sat with Ragnar and his family. The queen doing her best to distract him, by talking of other things. But now there was no Aslaug, no Flóki; just her and the king of Kattegat. Yet as beautiful as he was, as rough and carnal as she knew he would be with her, if she surrendered herself to him. One thing stopped her from showing him Loki's work. One thing counteracted the charisma of the man in front of her. And that was her love for her boatbuilder. Flóki the one that she had come to the Midgardian realm for. Not Ragnar.

"I assure you, King Ragnar; my presence in your kingdom will bring with it all the fortune that I would naturally bring to Flóki. Your fleet, as he is the builder of your boats, will be under my protection. As for me, I am sure that there is little else that you need to know. And as far as the beauty that my lord created; it was created for him, for his line. What lays beneath this coat, is for the eyes of the man that I left slumbering in our bed. For the man that I begged a god to allow me to join in this realm. And speaking of that man, I should be getting back to him. I would like to be laying by his side when he finally awakes. So, if you will excuse me.............." (Y/n) told the large Northman. The Hamingja reaching up and removing the king's hand from her cheek, before nodding respectfully and turning; (Y/n) making her way back through the snow to the cabin. A smile coming to her lips, as she saw Flóki still curled up in the bed. The Hamingja removing the coat, before slipping her naked form back under the furs and moving into the boatbuilder's side.