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The slight glow from the dying fire was the only thing that illuminated the dark room; the looming shadows slowly retaking the space. Ivar chuckling softly to himself as his lover, the girl that would be his wife, snuggled a little closer to his side. The dark-haired prince wrapping his arms around her a little tighter.

For him, it was still sometimes hard for him to believe that this was all true. That out of all the sons of Aslaug, he would be the first to be wed, he would be the first to give his mother grandchildren, because with (Y/n) he was able to be a real man. He could do what every other man could do. She made him complete, made his body work. Ivar not knowing why, or how; he just putting it down to the fact that he loved her, and she loved him. That even if others were scared of him, feared him.......hated him, (Y/n) never had. She always seeing him, the real him; The daughter of Lagertha able to see his heart, to capture it and hold it. And never once had she looked down on him, said that he couldn't do something because his legs didn't work; that he couldn't be as great a Viking as his father was. That, and unlike Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd who admittedly between them had had most of the eligible women in Kattegat, in one way or another; he was the only one of them, that could say that he had a shieldmaiden; and not just any shieldmaiden; a shieldmaiden that was the daughter of the greatest of shieldmaidens.

"Ivar............" Ivar smiling at the sound of her sleep heavy voice; it always sounding so low and sultry at moments like this.

"Hmmmmmm..........?" The youngest son of Ragnar, feeling his smile grow even wider, as (Y/n) slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I was having a dream.......a dream about you........." (Y/n)'s words causing him to chuckle.

"Do you not have enough of me when you are awake, that you have to dream of me too.........?" It (Y/n)'s turn to chuckle now, as she moved to place her head on his chest. Ivar biting down on his lip, as her fingertips caressed the muscles of his stomach.

"I could never have too much of you, Ivar. But............"

"But.......?"

"In my dream.........in my dream you were a king....... the king of Kattegat, sitting in your father's throne. Yet I was not with you....... I was not by your side......the people......the people were scared of you....... cowering at your feet. You were so angry, so alone......so lost......what......what if it was a sign from the gods. What if we aren't always going to be together.........?" Ivar quickly bringing (Y/n) up from his chest; his hands placed gently on either side of her face.

"It was nothing but a dream, my love. We will always be together. You are to be my wife; and no one, not even the gods can keep us apart........" The prince assured. Pulling her atop of him, as he kissed her.

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Silence............nothing but silence as Ivar and Hvitserk looked at Ubbe and (Y/n); and (Y/n) and Ubbe looked back. Ubbe's arms tightening around the younger woman, pulling her back closer to his chest.

The older prince knew that Hvitserk would do nothing, this wasn't his fight. What happened between he and (Y/n); what had happened between her and Ivar, was nothing to do with him, and his younger sibling had been as disgusted as he was to hear what Ivar had said to the daughter of Lagertha. But Ivar........even at the best of times his little brother was unpredictable. His temper, violent. Ubbe only able to imagine what Ivar was thinking at that moment; but he had brought this on himself. It was he that had told the shieldmaiden that he had only been using her; telling her what she wanted to hear until she opened her legs for him. That there never was going to be a marriage between the two; that he was done with her and never wanted to see her again. So, (Y/n) was free to do as she wished, to be with whom she wished. Yet Ubbe doubted that Ivar would see it that way. The older prince knowing how possessive Ivar could be.

But then, Ivar just turned, turning himself around and dragging his body away from the scene. Hvitserk continuing to look at the pair on the bed for a moment, before quickly pulling closed the door.

"(Y/n)........"

"You should go to him.........." The daughter of Lagertha said, as she pulled herself away and got up from the bed.

"What.....no. Why..........?" Ubbe's brows furrowed, as he quickly got up from the bed and joined her. Turing (Y/n) around to look at him.

"He is your brother, Ubbe. I don't want to come between you. Ruin the relationship that you have......maybe it is best for everyone that I leave Kattegat. King Harald.........."

"No..........!" The prince exclaimed. His grip on the top of her arms tightening.

"You are not going anywhere, especially not with Harald. I want you, (Y/n). I have wanted you for a long time, and now you are free to choose. What has happened is not your fault. You are not to blame for what your mother did......not to blame for the death of our mother. You are not the one that insulted Ivar, who told him he was nothing. You deserve a man that would treat you better; that would treasure you and treat you as if you were a queen. That would give you anything and everything that you might desire and would love you with all his heart. Please (Y/n).......you have to stay.......you have to stay with me.........."

"Ubbe............"

"I love you (Y/n). I know it will take time for you to deal with the feelings you have for Ivar; but I will be patient. I will wait until you are ready......and when you are, I want you to be my wife..........." (Y/n) finding herself gasping, she never knowing that Ubbe was actually in love with her. That his feeling for her were so strong. And if she could love someone else as much as she loved Ivar, it would most certainly be Ubbe. (Y/n) reaching up and placing her hand on his cheek.

"I would like that, Ubbe.........." She told him, before leaning in and kissing him.