She curtsied, as Aslaug made her way into the cabin that was lit with a multitude of candles. The queen smiling at the unusual, yet still exquisitely beautiful younger woman, as the old man pushed his way through the material that hung from a doorway.

"Go child. But remember what I told you........." The disfigured creature said, as she helped him over to his seat.

"Yes father........." Was all she replied, kissing the back of his hand, instead of licking the palm, as all others did, before pushing her way through the bones, and making her way out onto the streets of Kattegat.

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Hvitserk looked up, as the conversations of the people in the market around him, turned to quiet mutterings. His eyes widening, as he saw what they were looking at.

(Y/n) was the daughter of the seer. No one in Kattegat had been able to believe that a woman would lay with the disfigured oracle, never mind bare him a child. Yet when the tiny girl had appeared one day, and he had claimed her as his own; no one was about to question their connection to the gods. She becoming as familiar to anyone that went to speak to the old man, as the old man himself. But she was seldom seen outside, never mind by herself; and Hvitserk couldn't help but find himself following her, as she made her way through the streets.

He would happily admit that he thought that she was more than just merely beautiful. If he wanted beauty, he could turn to one of the girls that willing warmed his bed, or just keep him distracted for a little while. No, in his eyes, she was perfect, and the notion of being able to claim such perfection; to make the seer's daughter, his, was something that he liked. Though it may help if he were to actually speak to her. (Y/n) as old as his brother Ivar, yet he would be lucky if he had spoken more than a handful of words to her over the years. Her father always keeping her close and guarded. So, now that she was on her own, he would take a chance. Hvitserk following her at a distance, as she made her way through the market, and then out of town. The young woman walking along a little trodden path, deeper and deeper into the woods. Hvitserk sure that he had never been this way, that he had no idea where the seer's daughter was leading him, without her knowledge. The second son of Aslaug stopping, as he came to the edge of a clearing and saw a small waterfall that tumbled over moss covered rocks until it dropped into a crystal-clear pool. Hvitserk using the trees for cover, as he made his way around so that he could see (Y/n) better, as she stood atop a large rock, that was bathed in the sunlight that managed to make its way through the dense canopy above their heads. The breath catching in his throat, as the rays seemed to surround her, seemed to make her glow. His eyes growing wide, as she began to pull on the cords that held together her dress. His heart racing, as the woollen material dropped to the floor, and she stood there in all her naked glory. Hvitserk gripping to the tree that concealed him, as all he could do was stare; for, for as perfect as he thought her to be when she was fully clothed; now, he could do nothing but think that she was a goddess. Sure, that no mere mortal being, could or should look like she did. Her hair, tumbling down, just like the waterfall beside her, as she released it from the braid, that had held it together; until it came to a stop, at the swell of her buttocks. The son of Ragnar wondering what it would be like to bite into those buttocks, as he would the sweetest fruit, and hear the noises that she would make. What it would be like to grip onto them, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to bed. Hvitserk suddenly rushing forward, as she jumped from the rock; breathing a sigh of relief, as he got closer to the edge and saw her in the pool below, swimming in the cool water. A large part wanting to join her; to strip off his own clothes and jump into the water too; yet he thought better of it. The last thing that he wanted to do was scare her; to suddenly appear when she was naked, and vulnerable. Hvitserk choosing instead to stay near the rock and watch as she went from swimming to floating on her back in the water. His mind continuing to race, to think of all the things that he would like to say and do to the daughter of the seer.

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(Y/n) slowly pulled the dress over her head; tightening the leather cords, before taking a seat on the large rock, picking up her comb and pulling the gift made from a piece of antler, through her long locks.

She loved it in the beautiful clearing; it the only place that her father would allow her to go, without him being with her. It was the place that she herself was able to talk to the gods, to receive her own visions; to learn what she must to become the next seer, when her father passed to be with the gods. The air tranquil with the sound of the fall and the song of the birds. (Y/n) herself beginning to sing, as she closed her eyes and soaked up the warmth of the sun that kissed her flesh. Her song celebrating the allfather, remembering the heroes of her people that had passed into legend. The seer's daughter only stopping when she heard the sound of a branch breaking; her eyes growing wide as there before her stood an older boy.

"My apologies, but I was wondering if I could join you...........?"