"You are all just jealous........." Ivar said, smiling over the lip of his cup.

"You are all just jealous that (Y/n) wants me and not any of you. That I am going to be married to such a beautiful shieldmaiden.........." He elaborated, before taking a drink and then sitting back in his chair.

"Why would I be jealous. Aslaug gave you to (Y/n) because she didn't want to marry Lagertha's daughter to any of us. You are a way for our mother to insult Lagertha; to show her that she may be an Earl, but our mother is a queen. You are a joke, Ivar. It is obvious that (Y/n) just feels sorry for you, as she has never protested the marriage to a cripple. That, or she must just likes boneless men............." Sigurd's words resulting in Ivar slamming his cup on the tabletop; the contents flying out and landing over his hand and the wood.

"(Y/n) was with me before the marriage was arranged; and she is marrying me, because she doesn't want any of you. Especially you, Sigurd. And when we are together, I leave her more than satisfied. You would have no idea how to treat a woman like her, a shieldmaiden; so, you just continue to bother yourself with thralls who will fuck anyone in hopes of gaining their freedom............"

"That is enough, the pair of you........." Ubbe interrupted, as Sigurd got to his feet and Ivar stabbed his dagger into the table.

"Ivar is to marry (Y/n) and we are all happy for them. Now, sit down, Sigurd.........." The oldest son of Aslaug continued, as he looked up at his younger brother. Sigurd just huffing, before storming out of the great hall. Ubbe just shaking his head, as Ivar smiled smugly.

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"I need to go and speak to her........" Hvitserk looking over to Ivar, as he spoke for the first time since he had told his two older brothers about what he had said to (Y/n), and Ubbe had left the cabin.

Hvitserk, just like Ubbe could not believe what he had heard; he knew that Ivar's temper could make him do some terrible things, that he could hurt people because of it. But he would never have thought that his brother would ever hurt (Y/n). He not blind to the friendship, the love that the two shared; how Ivar would be so different when he was with her. How he would be calmer and more in control; (Y/n) just what Ivar needed in his life. Yet, and despite the fact that they all knew that the death of Aslaug was nothing to do with her; Ivar had spoken to her, treated her as if she had been one to let the arrow fly. Hvitserk not about to blame her for anything she might do, how she might treat Ivar in return.

"I don't think you should. You should give her time......." Hvitserk replied. It not that he was worried for Ivar, it just that he didn't want him saying anything more to (Y/n), if she didn't want anything to do with him. That, and if Björn were to find out what Ivar had said to the sister that they all knew he cherished, he hated to think of what might happen.

"No........I saw how Harald looked at her. He wants her, and he cannot have her. (Y/n) is mine. I didn't mean what I said. I was angry, upset, and I know I should not have taken it out on her. I hurt her because I couldn't hurt Lagertha. I have to tell her that.........." Ivar retorted, as he slowly got down from his chair. Hvitserk knowing that no matter what he said, Ivar was not going to listen. And that all he could do, was just go with him.

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It should never have got to this; he knew that it should never have got to this. He knew that he should never have leant in and kissed her. That he should not have pulled her up with him as he had got to his feet and wrapped his arms around her, as they continued to kiss. He should never have let his lips make their way to her neck, his hands moving to grip at her backside. He should have fought his arousal, as he heard her moan; when she begged him to relieve the ache, the need that was growing in her from not being touched for some time. Yet here he was with her on the bed, both of them naked; the beauteous shieldmaiden gripping tightly to the furs beneath her, as Ubbe pulled both of her legs up over his shoulders, before once again burying himself deep inside her. His own groans getting louder, as she tightened around him.

This was bliss; he couldn't and wouldn't deny it. Ubbe was feeling things while making love to (Y/n), that he had never felt with any of the other women he had been with. The way that she looked up at him, the way that she begged him; the way that she touched him, making his mind race and his body crave more and more of her. The oldest son of Aslaug hoping that this would not be the first and last time that he would find himself like this; that if (Y/n) wanted him, he would be there for her. He having no desire to see her with Harald; to have her leave Kattegat with the man from Tamdrup. (Y/n)'s moan coming out lower, lewder than before as he told her that he was going to cum deep inside her. The two of them shuddering; their bodies shaking as they finally came together. The shieldmaiden smiling up at him as he slowly moved her legs down before she pulled him atop of her, then took his face in her hands and kissed him. The two both quickly sitting up, Ubbe's arms wrapping around her protectively as the door to the room was suddenly forced open. His and (Y/n)'s eyes widening as there in the doorway was Hvitserk and Ivar, looking at them in disbelief.