Being here in the middle of all of this wasn't really your dream coming true, nothing was and yet you stood hear, leaned against the stone brick walls of York while Hvitserk was devouring an apple like he would devour you. The way he looked down to Ivar who for the first time actually walked reminded you off how he often looked at you, approvingly. You were forced to marry him, just before the dead of Ragnar Lothbrok, it felt like yesterday, the fear, the uncertainty. Never was quite the same, Ragnar died and he forced you to join him to England, to revenge his fathers dead. You were simply nothing in those moments, a scared girl praying to the gods this would go over quickly. But it didn't and throughout the extend of events you were forced to change. You needed to be there to clean Hvitserk his wounds, to braid his hair and in a weird way it made you stronger. He gave you a dagger before he learned you to use a sword and not ever he raised his voice to your insecurity. It was because of that that you really started to love him. It was then that you learned to stand by his side.

But the battle he fought between two brothers was hard on him. He always looked so joyful, following Ubbe but nodding to Ivar. Things were tensed between Ubbe and Ivar and in a way Hvitserk sat right in the middle. With York about to be attacked by the Saxons you didn't had much time to talk to him. There was so much that Ivar wanted to be done, spikes, fires for smoke, a whole battle strategy you were stunned of Ivar brought it together. You were tired before the day ends as you walked into the church, noticing Hvitserk leaning against a pillar, in thoughts. You sneaked behind him, pushing your hand through his arm an resting your head on his shoulder.

'You can hide as much for your brothers but I see your troubled mind from miles away.' You softly said. Hvitserk looked to his shoulder, into your eyes before he grabbed your hand, turning his body around while his hands sneak around your face.

'You can see all my trouble.' He whispered, pressing you against the pillar before kissing you. You smiled, fingers urging in the loops of his armor while opening your lips.

'Brother, instead of kissing your dear sweet wife you should prepare yourself, the Saxons are coming.' Ivar mocked, making Hvitserk freeze against your body. You turned your head away and looked to Ivar who walked himself stiff out of the church.

'That is him preparing Boneless.' You reacted to his always interrupting words. You heard Ivar chuckle loudly before looking back to Hvitserk.

'He is right.' Hvitserk said.

'No he isn't. There is a battle to come Hvitserk, you are torn between them both, you can't be distracted.' You urged him quietly. Hvitserk closed his eyes, pressing his lips against your temple.

'Ubbe is right, we should claim the land.' He muttered. You gazed over his shoulder, letting your head rest on it.

'But Ivar is right to.'

'Yes he is.' Hvitserk signed. You pulled yourself up, stroking your fingertips over his jaw.

'You need to go fight some Saxon soldiers, I will be waiting for you.' You smiled. He cupped your face again, tilting his head slightly.

'Why aren't you fighting with me?' He asked you, placing his lips on your cheek, traveling them over to your lips.

'And get you more distracted? I will killing Saxons from up high, safe and sound like you love it the best.'

'I love it the best when you lay beside me in bed.' He joked. You chuckled, kissing him tenderly before petting his chest.

'Let's go.' You stated. He signed, rather wanting to keep kissing you that leaving you. You grabbed your arrow and bow and followed him outside to where Ivar and Ubbe would be.

From out of that tower you had a clear view. Ivar was looking out of the window, hooded and with that grin on his face you hardly liked. Ubbe was divided about all of this while Hvitserk looked softly aside to you and you smiled when his fingers sneaked around yours, giving you a short squeeze before Ubbe said it was time to go. You watched them leave before you slowly looked back to Ivar who was gazing outside.

'You better take that helmet up to.' You stated, grabbing your bow while walking outside to your position under the other archers. You weren't a good fighter but a better aimer. Aside that you were more safe up here then down there. It was a satisfaction to see the Saxons walk in the traps that Ivar laid out for them. You ran over the walls, shooting arrows in every possible direction until you noticed Hvitserk, he was growling like a wild animal, static jumps as he killed another Saxon on his sword. You never saw him in the heat of a battle once, your inexperience always kept you back. With an arrow in your hand you looked to the power in his hand as he killed another one. They came from everywhere and the grin on his face never died. Looking at this version of Hvitserk made you weak on the inside, wanting to feel that kind of power running through your veins. You took an arrow and aimed for the Saxon approaching him from behind. You shoot on the moment he turned around, seeing how the Saxon dropped down he looked up, meeting your gaze. He gritted his teeth, giving you that heated look that made you smile in proud before he got back to his enemies and you to defending his life from above. Battle made you stronger, but seeing him fight did so much more.

You laid your bow down, looking for Hvitserk as you walked through the church. You didn't had to look long for he grabbed you from behind, pressing his lips against your neck.

'Hmmm.' You turned around in his embrace and looked up to his blooded and filthy face. You fingertips rested against his jaws as you studied his face. 'You fighting was the most glorious thing I ever saw.' You whispered as his hands wrapped together against your neck. 'The gods have protected you so well.'

'The only one protecting me was your skilled hand Y/n.' He whispered, pressing his lips eager against yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his arms pressed your body closer. You wanted so much more then only a kiss, then only the feeling of his tongue dancing with yours. When you were out of breath you opened your eyes and looked up to him.

'Is my husband wounded?' You asked him with a tender smile. He looked down over your body, slightly smiling when you started to unbuckle his armor.

'Maybe.' He muttered, still looking to your face. You bite your lip, looking to his armor while helping him out of it. He pulled out his shirt and your finger instantly found his smooth skin. You looked down over his chest while walking around him to look at his back to only find nothing. You pressed your lips against his shoulder and smiled. 'Your work.' He said, looking over his shoulder to you. You kissed his skin again before handing him his shirt back.

'Let's go find your brothers.' You announced.

'You look tired.' He noticed, pulling his shirt back on. You stroke a strand of hair out of your face and shrugged.

'I'm not so used to this. Before this I was a simple girl.'

'Take some sleep.' He nodded to your sleep place. You shook your head and he titled his head, laying his hand in your neck, stroking your face. 'I need your strength, I can't have it when you are exhausted.' He said with a little concern gleaming in his eyes. You lifted your head up under the slight pressure of his thumb and looked into his eyes. 'Rest.' He commanded.

'Come back to me soon.'

'Always.' He kissed your lips before grabbing his belt with sword and walking away. You looked after him, thinking about sleeping or staying at his side, but he was right. He joined you after some hours. You felt his arm sneak around your waist and you turned around in your sleep, facing him with tiny eyes, resting your head against his chest. He muttered something, pushing his nose in your hair before the both of you fell asleep together. Nothing was so secure then his arm around you, then the warmth he radiated. But how much you loved it, you woke up just a tiny little by Ubbe waking Hvitserk up. But the time you understood and were fully away they were gone. You rolled on your back, looking to the empty space beside you before looking around, meeting Ivar his blue eyes flaring up in the darkness.

'You better pray for the gods your husband comes back safely.' He chuckled dark. You slowly looked away from Ivar to the big wooden door, knowing that he followed Ubbe for a peace offer to the Saxons. And Ivar was right, why should he come back, two sons of Ragnar in the heart of a Saxon camp ... your heart started to shattered right were you sat, afraid for what could follow on this risk Ubbe was taking.