Seconds felt like hours in that split seconds she vanished underneath the water surface. Your whole body froze in the moment you saw her gasping for breath before she went under. Since a week you came here with your little sister, teaching her to swim, learning her work with the water. It went great for days and no all of the sudden. 'Sister!' You yelled, running over to the water. The water rippled over the surface and you just panicked.

'Y/n?' You turned around, looking to Hvitserk.

'She went under, I don't,' You couldn't even finish your sentence for you were already half swimming and Hvitserk came right after you. He dove under the surface while you scouted your eyes further until he came back up with her. 'Please gods,' you whispered, looking in panic to her body in his arms.

'She breaths.' Hvitserk laid her down on the beach and you collided down aside her. You sister started couching, turning over to her stomach as you started crying in relief. 'She is fine.' Hvitserk stated. But he maybe thought that, you thought that but your parents blamed you for what happened to her and you just ... felt guilty every minute you stayed around the house.

It was dark when you still lingered through the streets of Kattegat. You stood still before the great hall, looking to the Viking men drinking and laughing as you felt more hollow on the inside. You wandered on, walking through the forest to the only quiet place you learned to love since you met that son of Ragnar for the first time ... the hunting cabin. You sat down on the bench, gazing over the field before you laid your head in your hands and started to cry. You almost killed your own sister, because you thought she could handle the water after all those lessons. How much time passed you didn't knew before something pulled your attention to the left.

'Thought I would find you here.' Hvitserk said softly. You looked away, over the field again. 'Y/n.'

'It's my fault.' You snapped, jumping as he just sad down beside you. You turned around and looked at him. 'I could lost her, I could murdered my own sister.' You spoke desperate.

'It wasn't your fault.' He protested concerned.

'It wasn't? I let her alone in the water Hvitserk.'

'Yes, after days of practice. I saw you there every day Y/n, you learned her, she could swim, she was ready.'

'She wasn't!' You shouted between your tears. He leaned back and breathed out as you heavily shook your head, feeling the disaster brewing up. Your parents blamed you, for that you got there cold looks every day again and again, for that they didn't want you anymore. You felt that slip down in your body like a concrete wall, tearing you apart.

'You are not guilty.' He repeated. He reached out to your hand and you laid yours in it. He pulled you towards him and you settled on his lap, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck while his arms surrounded you, protected you.

'My parents will blame me for the rest of my life.' You whispered through the lost remaining tears. He didn't reply on that, he just held on to you until your breath started to get back to normal. He turned is head a little, placing his lips against your temple.

'Then there is no reason for you to stay home.' He whispered. You pulled your head away from his shoulder and looked into his eyes, confused. He laid his hands around your face. 'What happened to your sister isn't your fault, you have to believe that, I saw it and I vote for you, I would always do. But your parents, I want you to come with me and the heathen army to Wessex.' He spilled it all out, his thumb stroking the last wetness away from your cheek. 'See it as a romantic running away with me.' He stated. You chuckled, folding your hand over one of his.

'What good use I am in that army of your brother.'

'Well, for starters,' he began, moving one hand to your neck. 'I would sleep better knowing you are right beside me. I would fight to come back to you.' He placed a kiss against your cheek, scouring his lips slowly over your skin to yours. 'I wouldn't change knowing you are there to settle my mortal soul.' He whispered. You breathed in, tilting your head a little to kiss him. His hand sneaked around your waist to your back, pushing you closer than you already was. You stroke your hand over his head, folding your fingers through his braids. You forget about your sister in that moment, fully committing yourself to Hvitserk, here ... alone at the cabin.

'Are you afraid that your mortal soul would change?' You asked a little out of breath.

'Maybe yes, you never know what happens. You coming?' He asked, kissing your neck. You hummed on the feeling, tilting your neck before nodding softly.

'Yes, I will come.'

'You know how much I love you, want you, desire you?' He asked, slowly looking up to you with that longing in his eyes.

'I thought you were here to make me feel better?' You said. He smirked a hand moving up over your leg.

'And am I not doing that?' He asked. You nodded, your forehead resting against his before you kissed him softly again. He smiled in the kiss and you forgot.