Everything in italics is a vision.

"(Y/n).......?" Ubbe asked. He, Ivar and Sigurd still staring at their brother in disbelief.

"(Y/n) as in the daughter of the seer, (Y/n)......?" Ubbe continued. The oldest son of Aslaug turning his attention to Ivar and Sigurd as their brother nodded, before looking back to Hvitserk.

"Have you lost your mind.......?"

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

"What do you mean, what? She is the daughter of the seer. Do you want to bring down the wrath of the gods on your head? You haven't........you didn't.......?"

"What......no! I haven't touched her. I just.......I just followed her this morning and then walked back to town with her......" Hvitserk explained. Leaving out the part where she had fallen into his arms, and he had nearly kissed her.

"You followed her...? Where to.....what did you see.......?" Ivar asked, as he sat up in his chair. All this becoming far more interesting now. Especially as a red tinge had just come to Hvitserk's cheeks, which was something that had never happened before.

"Just into the woods......and I didn't see anything......" Hvitserk lied. Not wanting to tell any of his brothers about the glory that he had witnessed. Not wanting to tell them about the goddess that had stood naked, atop the large rock; glistening from the droplets of water that clung to her skin. Hvitserk sure at that moment, he himself had seen a vision of his own. That he had seen what only the gods themselves, should see. Hvitserk rolling his eyes as Ivar smirked at him.

"You're a terrible liar, brother." Ivar scoffed. Ubbe just shaking his head at the foolishness of both his younger siblings.

Despite barely being seen outside of her father's cabin; despite rarely speaking to anyone in town, never mind to the princes; Ubbe had heard his mother speak of the young woman often over the years. As a völva herself, Aslaug seemed to have seen a little of herself in the strange, yet otherworldly beautiful young woman. The queen constantly praising the girl that one day would follow in her father's footsteps. Who would be the vessel of the gods, on Midgard. It sometimes even feeling as though she would speak of (Y/n) as if she were her own child; the daughter that she had never had. And although he would admit that he would very much like to get to know the seer's daughter better, himself; even though they had all made mention of (Y/n) over the years and joked about what it would be like to bed the beauty, Ubbe knew not to touch. But it seemed obvious that Hvitserk had not been listening when their mother had mentioned that the gods had decided that (Y/n) should remain pure and untouched.

"Lets just hope that she does not tell her father about you following her......."

"She doesn't know I followed her. She only knew I was there when I asked if I could join her at the waterfall........" This further snippet of information, resulting in another barrage of questions from his brothers.

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(Y/n) sat in front of the fire. Her thoughts going back to the waterfall and the journey back to town. She had to admit that it had been nice to walk with the prince; nice to talk to the young man that she had only previously really been able to view from a distance. She had always thought that Hvitserk was pretty; but seeing him up close, she had realised quite how handsome he really was. And he had made her laugh too; his silly questions amusing her no end. The whole thing not seeming to go against her father's wishes, until she had slipped on the moss that covered the fallen tree and been caught in his arms. The seer's daughter having to stop herself, before she had kissed him. Not that she would tell her father that; and the only thing that she could think of now, was to talk to the gods and ask them why they did not want her to know what it was to be loved by a man. Why her father could know a woman; why the queen, who was a völva herself, could know Ragnar and give him four strong sons; yet she, she was denied it all. The daughter of the seer reaching for the leaves and throwing them into the flames; the room slowly filling with smoke.

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She looked around, it was a place that she knew well. (Y/n) following the path before her, until she arrived at the waterfall. A smile gracing her features, as she made her way to the large rock that hung over the pool below, to find a boar with golden bristle waiting for her; the creature looking at her before moving to the edge of the rock, (Y/n) following suit; her eyes growing wide, as she looked down at the crystal-clear water. The breath catching in her throat, as she saw a man swimming. It obvious that he was naked.

Part of her wanted to go, to leave him to his peace; yet something was pulling her to join him. Something telling her to remove her clothes and dive into the water to be with him. (Y/n) looking at the boar, as a soft female voice told her that it was alright, that she should follow her heart. The seer's daughter pulling on the drawstrings and allowing her dress to fall around her ankles, before she made her way to the edge again, and jumped into the cool liquid. The young woman floating back to the surface, before slowly swimming towards the man whose bare back was towards her. (Y/n) hesitantly reaching out her hand and placing it on his shoulder; her heart fit to burst as he turned, and she found Hvitserk smiling back at her. The prince reaching out for her and pulling her close, before his lips found hers.