Ubbe joined his bride at the front of the ship. It had seemed like a long voyage to the older son of Aslaug; but he had to suppose that that was because he and (Y/n) had only been able to hold one another under the furs, since they had left the shores of England. Ubbe willing to admit that he would have given anything for even just a few moments alone with his new wife, while they had made their way across the water. And now that the docks of Kattegat were within reaching distance, all he could think about was the pair of them in his room, of her naked body against his. The prince thirsting to taste her again.

Slowly he slipped his arm around her waist; a soft smile coming to his lips, as she rested her head on his shoulder. A contended sigh surrounding them, as he pulled her closer. There was no fighting it, his Saxon bride had enchanted him; she had cast some kind of spell over his heart and mind, but he didn't care. Thoughts of all and any other woman had gone from his mind, and all he wanted to do now, was make her happy; was for them to make a home together, so that he could fill her belly with handsome sons and beautiful daughters. Ubbe hoping that they would have as many children as his father had. That just like he and his brothers, they would become great Vikings. A little part of the prince hoping that perhaps (Y/n) may already be with child; that the love they had shared while still in England, could bring forth their first little one.

"Do you think that I will make a good Viking wife?" (Y/n) asked, as she gripped onto the fur collar of his heavy woollen cloak.

"Viking or Saxon, I know that you will be the best wife I could ask for." Ubbe replied, as he placed his lips to her forehead.

"Ah, but will you be the best husband I could ask for...........?" A chuckle leaving her lips, as Ubbe looked down at her.

"What do you think...........?"

"Oh, I think you just might be...........I have missed you." She confessed, her grip on him getting a little tighter.

"Only being able to lay with you under the furs; not being able to touch you, to feel you........it has been harder than I could ever have imagined.........."

"Am I really that desirable...............?" Ubbe enquired, as he gently combed his fingers through her hair.

"To me you are.........." (Y/n) replied, as she reached up and placed her hand on his stubbled cheek.

"It may sound strange, Ubbe, it may sound as if I have lost my mind; but I know that either my god or yours, sent you to me. That I have been waiting for you all my life, and now I have you, I do not wish to lose you.......ever. I feel like I have known you forever. I feel safe when I am with you, loved, happy; and I want to make you feel the same........" The Saxon princess continued, before pushing herself up onto her toes, and placing a kiss to his lips. Ubbe sure that no one had ever said such a thing to him before; that no woman, no matter what she may have claimed when she lay in his bed, could ever, or would ever look at him with such sincerity and love as his new bride had, when she had spoken those words. The oldest son of Aslaug carefully placing his forehead against hers, before breathing in her scent.

"If it is strange, then we will be strange together, for I feel it too. I have never been as happy as I am with you. You are mine and only mine; I will never share you with another, nor will I take another. You are my wife, and I want you to be the mother of my children; I want us to watch those children grow and have children of their own, and when our time comes, I want us to go to whatever world may lay beyond this one, together..........." Ubbe told her. The pair just holding one another, as the warm spring wind pushed the boats further into the fjord.

"Will we be able to be alone when we get to Kattegat.......?" (Y/n) finally continued. The princess hoping that he would say yes. That as soon as they stepped foot on dry land, he would take her up into his arms, and carry her to his bed, where they would be able to make up for all the time that they had missed.

"I doubt it. The whole of town will be coming out for my father's return. I am sure that Sigurd and Ivar may already be waiting; and there will be a feast this evening in celebration. But as soon as we can get away, you have my promise that we will do, because I cannot wait much longer to find myself between your legs again....." The prince growled softly in reply. His eyes blown with lust as he looked at her. Ubbe fighting every urge he had to reach his hand under the heavy skirts of her gown and find the treasure beneath so that he could push his fingers inside her and feel the tightness grip him until she was a quivering, moaning mess in his arms.

"I will hold you to that promise, husband." (Y/n) whispered in response. The two smiling at one another before turning their attention back to the quickly approaching town.