"(Y/n).......?" Lagertha said again, as her daughter got to her feet and took her cloak. The half blind raven jumping onto (Y/n)'s shoulder, as she positioned her cape and pulled up her hood.

"I am going to speak with Flóki." Her daughter simply replied, as she made her way to the door of the room. The raven letting out a gurgling croak, as the pair left behind the shocked shieldmaiden.

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A hush fell over those that were going about their day in the market, as a cloaked figure with a raven sat atop her shoulder made her way through them. News had already spread around Kattegat that the person with Ivar on his return from England, had indeed been the long-lost daughter of King Ragnar. That instead of being dead as it had long been presumed, she had, in truth, been being held by her own treacherous uncle for all the years that had passed since the raid on Paris. The deafening silence being replaced by a hushed murmur going around, as the cloaked person continued past them. The chatter only getting louder, as the rays of the early morning sun caught on the concealed metal mask that now covered half her face. The only living female child of Ragnar Lothbok not seeming to hear or notice the slight commotion that she was causing. Comments that she had come back from the dead; that she had been sent back to Midgard to avenge not only her own death, but also now, her father's death at the hands of the Saxons. That, and she was now marked by the gods. The mutterings and murmurings fading away, as (Y/n) made her way to the cabin of the boatbuilder.

(Y/n) could remember the first time that her father had brought her and Björn to meet Flóki. A smile coming to her lips as she recalled how Ragnar had called the boatbuilder 'shy'. Björn nearly knocking her over, as a man in a mask suddenly jumped out of nowhere, making the strangest sound, before beginning to laugh. Young (Y/n) unable to stop herself smiling at the strange man, as her father had introduced her and Björn to him. Flóki greeting them and asking how they were. The stranger giggling wildly, as she and her twin had answered at the same time with, 'Well. Thank you, sir.' (Y/n) just having presumed that this Flóki found it odd that they would do such a thing, when to her, Björn and their parents, it had happened since they could both speak. Flóki going on to tell them that they had their father's eyes.........unfortunately. The comment making her laugh, which in turn made him laugh. Ragnar asking why such a thing was unfortunate, to which the odd man had told him that it meant that they would both be like him; that it would mean that they would both want to do better than their father, and that their father would hate them for it. (Y/n) looking up to Ragnar, before her father threaten to hit Flóki with his staff. Björn asking how he could know that from just looking at his and (Y/n)'s faces, before Flóki went on to say that it was the same thing with trees, their father informing the confused pair that Flóki was a boatbuilder........among other things. And from that first peculiar meeting with him, (Y/n) had loved Flóki; had come to love him as if he were a second father. And that was why she had to see him now. She had to speak with him about what the seer had told her, about what she had seen. The daughter of Ragnar knowing that if she needed to know anything about the gods, then the boatbuilder was the one to speak to.

Finally, she found herself outside the cabin. The skeleton of another boat sitting close by. (Y/n) slowly reaching out her hand to knock.

"(Y/n)..........?" Helga gasped, as she opened the door and looked at the visitor.

"You are up.......and walking. Are you alright..........?" The older woman continued, as she reached for (Y/n)'s hand and led her into the home. The raven flying from (Y/n)'s shoulder and coming to land on the back of a chair.

"I am feeling better, thanks to you, Helga. But I was hoping to speak with Flóki." (Y/n) replied, giving Helga's hand a soft squeeze. Helga nodding her head, but before she could go to find her husband, the boatbuilder came rushing through the door; stopping as he saw his wife and the covered figure. (Y/n) gripping to him, as Flóki suddenly threw his arms around her.

"(Y/n)........when Helga told me what.........."

"I am alright, Flóki, I swear. The gods have given me a purpose. A reason for still being alive. A reason to fight again." (Y/n) interrupted, as she pulled away. Her hand reaching up to her hood, before bringing it down, Helga letting out a small gasp, as she saw the ornate silver coloured mask that now covered half of the younger woman's face. Flóki just smiling before he placed his hand on her metal cheek; before a thrilled giggle left his lips. The boatbuilder taking her hand and pulling her to the table. Helga making her way to get them all something to eat, as (Y/n) began to tell the man that she loved as much as her father, what the seer had told her the night before and how Víðarr and Váli had shown her what her real purpose in life, had always been.