"You're watching her again........."

"And you're not...........?" Ubbe countered, as he and Hvitserk looked over to where (Y/n) sat next to Ivar. The prince and shieldmaiden smiling at one another, as their younger brother reached out and brushed some of her hair back behind her ear. It obvious that the two were in love; the daughter of Lagertha never seeming to mind that the dark-haired prince, wasn't like other men. That he was, as Sigurd always seemed to taken delight in reminding him and everyone else, a cripple. But no matter his disadvantages, (Y/n) had never seemed to have eyes for any other man. Ubbe and Hvitserk both sure that Baldur himself could appear before her, and still she would only see Ivar and his deep blue eyes.

"Why Ivar.........?" Hvitserk mussed, as Ivar's hand came to rest on (Y/n)'s cheek.

"Perhaps it is the god's way of making up for Ivar being as he is. Though I am still surprised that Lagertha agreed to it........"

"You mean that you are still just annoyed that she didn't refuse and demand that her daughter be wed to you........" Hvitserk chuckling as Ubbe turned to look at him.

"I'm the oldest.......it should have been me. And don't pretend that you wouldn't be angry if you were in my position and lost a girl like that, to our little brother....." Ubbe countered. Hvitserk knowing that his older brother was right. (Y/n) was beautiful, beyond beautiful. She was everything a man could want, desire. He hoping that when their mother had not offered Ubbe up as a husband for Lagertha's daughter, Aslaug might just offer him instead; but it wasn't to be..........

"And don't try and pretend that you aren't as jealous of our brother, as I am....Don't pretend that you haven't thought about her........" Both of the brother's eyes back on the young pair, as Ivar now leaned in and kissed her. It as if Ivar knew they were watching; that he knew they were watching and he was showing them that (Y/n) was his, and would never be theirs, as the kiss was no small gesture; no slight touch of the lips. Ivar's fingers making their way into (Y/n)'s hair, so he could pull her closer.

Again, Hvitserk had to admit that Ubbe was right. There had been more than one night, whether alone, or with company, that Hvitserk had thought about his hand being (Y/n)'s. That the woman beneath him, moaning and groaning as relentlessly slammed into her, until she called out his name as they both came, was the beautiful daughter of the famed shieldmaiden. He had often watched her, as she made her way through town; committing every one of her curves, the swell of her breasts and buttocks, to memory, so that he could use the images later. And he knew that Ubbe must be the same. Hvitserk having seen the way his older brother's eyes would linger; how Ubbe would often manage to be where (Y/n) was going, offering to walk with her, to carry anything she may have bought in the market. It obvious to Hvitserk that his older brother didn't just lust after (Y/n), didn't just want to have her, as he had done with so many other women in Kattegat, no; Ubbe was in love. Ubbe was in love with her, and there was nothing he could do. Hvitserk having to feel a little sorry for his brother.

"Come on........." Ubbe finally said, before he got to his feet.

"What......Where.....?"

"Anywhere.......Anywhere that I don't have to see Ivar....." Ubbe explained, before turning and making his way into town. Hvitserk taking one last look at Ivar and (Y/n), before quickly following.......

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Ubbe couldn't help but smile, as he looked down at (Y/n). After refusing to leave her so that he could speak to Ivar about what he and Hvitserk had walked in on. After he had told her that she couldn't leave, him; that she couldn't go with the likes of Harald Finehair. After assuring her that he knew that she was not to blame for what had happened between their mothers; that she deserved a man that would not insult her, would treat her like a queen. That, he loved her and wanted nothing more than for her to be his wife, he had carefully taken her hand and pulled her back towards the bed. He had laid her down and he had kissed her; taking great delight in the sounds that were coming from her lips. Sounds that she was making because of him. The moans, as he nipped at her breasts with his teeth; how she gripped at his hair, as he had tasted her, teased her until she was begging him for more, for everything he had ever wanted to do to her; like nothing he had experienced with any other woman that he had been with. It as if she had been made just for him, as if she instinctively knew what to do to his body......how to please him. Ubbe leaning down and placing a kiss to her lips. It slow, sweet, filled with the emotions, feelings that he had long had to suppress.

"I love you........" He told her again. Ubbe not needing to hear her say it just yet, he could wait until she was ready. But he wanted, needed her to know that this was real; that what he told her was the truth. That he had every intention of being her husband, of protecting her, and caring for her. That he would never hurt her as his brother had. The oldest son of Aslaug sighing happily, as she smiled at him and then rested her head on his chest, as his arms wrapped themselves a little tighter around her. Ubbe determined that now he had her, he was not going to let her go. That Ivar's loss would most certainly be him gain.