Björn couldn't help but let his emotions get the better of him, as he held his twin to him; not just because he had thought they would not see one another again until the Valkyries took him to Valhalla, but because he could feel that his sister was little more than skin and bone. That the once strong and well proportioned young woman, was now a mere shadow of her former self. The eldest son of Ragnar, able to feel her tremble as he continued to hold her to him; a part of him fearing that if he were to release her, she might just vanish right in front of his eyes.

"You got big, brother........." (Y/n) chuckled, as she finally managed to pull herself away. Her slender fingers gently brushing over his bearded cheek. Björn closing his eyes, as he felt her hesitant touch, his own hand being placed over hers.

"I thought I would never see you again, Björn. I thought that when the Franks......when........when Rollo actually let me die, I would be in Hel, while you sat with the allfather. I thought I had lost you forever........." She continued; her voice now heavy with emotion. Björn reaching up to brush the tears from her cheek, only to have her pull away.

"Please......please don't, Björn.........."

"(Y/n) you are my sister. I don't care.........."

"But I do. Please just give me some time. There is just so much to take in, so much that has changed. And knowing that father is dead........."

"You......you know...........?" Björn interrupted, shock evident in his tone, as she nodded. For even though he knew that he and the others had been visited by Odin, he had not thought that (Y/n) would be too, given her delicate state.

"I had a dream. Odin and a pale eyed Raven were sat at the bottom of my bed. The allfather told me that our father was dead; but that I would not be joining him........" (Y/n) explained. Björn nodding, before pulling her back into his arms.

"Ahem......." A cough came. (Y/n) and Björn turning to look at the others at the table. (Y/n) kissing her twin on the cheek, before leaving his side and making her way over to Ivar and kissing him on the forehead.

"Are you alright?" She asked. Ivar smiling up at her and nodding.

"I am fine, (Y/n)." He assured, gripping at her hand, before another cough came. (Y/n) turning to look at the three others. Her hand beginning to tremble, as she slowly made her way to them.

The last time that she had seen them, they were the sweetest little boys. Boys that were taking the first steps to becoming Vikings, to be warriors, just like their father and older brother. Boys that would pull her into anything and everything that they would do; that would want her to tell them stories of the gods and great heroes. Who would want her to sleep with them, whenever they were restless. Now though, they were grown, they were men. (Y/n) not wanting to think about what she had missed out on, by not having returned from Paris.

"U......Ubbe.....Hvitserk.......Sigurd.......?" She asked, as she looked at the trio. Each one nodding as she said their name.

"You....... you all have grown so much....and you are all so handsome. All my little brothers are so handsome. You must be the scourge of the ladies......" She laughed, before she held open her arms, and Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd rushed to her. (Y/n) holding all three as best she could. More tears making their way down her cheeks, as they held her as tight as they could.

"(Y/n).....!" Ubbe quickly grabbing her, as he felt their sister buckle a little.

"I...I am fine, Ubbe. I am still just a little weak and hungry." (Y/n) reassured, thankful though, when he and the others helped her sit in a chair. Björn looking over to one of the women that had been waiting on them, a plate full of food and a cup of mead placed before her. The boys looking at one another, as their sister hesitated.

"(Y/n), what........?"

"Its nothing, Hvitserk. I just haven't seen this much food in a long time." Their sister confessed, before picking up some of the meat and placing it in her mouth. Ubbe, Hvitserk and taking their seats, still unable to believe that the gods had finally brought her home. That they had given her back to them.

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Harold and Halfdan sat in Harald's rooms. They had been there on the dock when the youngest of Ragnar's sons had returned to Kattegat. When the limp body of the hooded person that had been with him, had been quickly moved through the crowd. Hushed murmurs of it being the daughter of Ragnar; the twin of his oldest son that all had thought had passed to Valhalla, filing the air, as the amassed crowd, had returned to their everyday dealings.

"It is her." Harald finally said, as he finished his drink. His younger brother looking at him.

They could both recall their previous interactions with (Y/n) Ragnarsdóttir. Her undoubted beauty, the perfect mix of her mother and father, evident to the brothers, before they had even stepped foot into the kingdom of Ragnar Lothbrok. The man who strived to be King of all Norway recalling how impressed he had been when he had seen her training, when he had seen her fight in Paris. Harald sure that she would have made quite the queen. Yet Halfdan remembered something else; remembered not just an impressive shieldmaiden, but also a young woman that had proved that just as she had told him, liked her men, rough. The younger son of Halfdan the Elder smiling to himself, as he recalled the time that they had been able to spend together, before the raid on Paris. Of him fucking her up against the wall, her nails digging into his back as he maintained his steady, forceful thrusts. Of slamming her down on the bed so that he could push himself deeper inside her; his hand gripping at her throat, as both got closer and closer to their climax. Halfdan never feeling more drained, never feeling more content and happier then when he had fallen to her side and pulled her close.

"There are stories that she was held by Rollo after Paris. That he tortured and let the Franks whip her. Let them disfigure her........" Harald continued. It hard for either of them to believe that despite what Rollo had done, he would treat his own kin, especially his niece, in such a way. Yet both knew that rumours and fact could be very different things. Though when they got the chance, they would both be sure to reintroduce themselves to the woman that had come back from the dead.