His words, his voice carried through the woods, carried to where another army was preparing until his brothers voice came back with the same song. It was the silence before the storm and you had a bad feeling over it since the moment it announced himself. Everybody at the camp was silence as Halfdan carried that song through the woods, together with his brother. You rested against that tree looking how Halfdan stood there singing while the battle lingered in the air. You took a shaky breath as his song drifted away in the fog between the trees. In the far distance you heard Harald ending it to and it became all so still. You breathed back out, in fear for what was to come. It were his own words, the gods decided the outcome of this battle already and yet nobody showed fear on preparing themselves. Halfdan turned around, eyes crossing with yours as you rested your head slowly against the tree, shaking your head with watery eyes. He turned around and slowly walked over to you, wrapping his hands around your face.

'This isn't goodbye.' He said as you squeezed your eyes together, a single tear leaving the corner of your eyes. 'Don't cry, Y/n.' He forced your face up and you opened your eyes, looking into his dark once. He looked so calm, so determined. You wrapped your fingers around his wrists as he rested his lips against his temple.

'Come back Halfdan.' You whispered in his embrace.

'Whatever the gods decide.' He answered you right back. He shifted his head and you pressed your lips up, kissing him like it was the last time you would ever kiss him. And in a way ... it was like he knew it to. 'You've show me what love can feel like.' He breathed against your lips. You wrapped your hand around his neck, pressing yourself closer against his warm body.

'Promise me to come back, I can't imagine this world without you.' You said in his ear. He pulled you softly back, stroking his fingers over your smooth skin as he lost his way in the depths of your eyes.

'If not we will see each other in Valhalla.'

'I can't,' the sound of the horn interrupted your words.

'Go back to Kattegat, wait there.' He commanded you with a tender smile. You studied his face, stroking it before nodding. He let go of you, following Björn to where the battle would take place. He looked over his shoulder to you and you just forced a smile on your lips while the silent tears ran over your cheeks. You didn't knew it was the last time you would see him ... and yet, somewhere deep inside you knew, you knew his faith.

Defeated, retreated, the Vikings walked all back into Kattegat, wounded, outnumbered. Some carrying the dead ones, others looking for their wives and children. You looked for him but you only found Björn and you hurried over the bridge you had been waiting on for all that time.

'Björn!' You shouted, jumping the last part down. Björn turned around, his face flatten from any emotion and you shook your head. He turned, laying his gaze on two of his men carrying a dead body in between them. Your eyes fell on that body and your world collapse as you saw dark eyes staring back, dead, his face covered in blood as they carefully laid him down for you. 'No.' You covered your mouth, shaking as you walked over to him and fell on your knees before him. 'No, Halfdan.' You whispered, touching his face, hoping for a response but it just didn't came. You head fell on his chest as you started crying, clutching your fingers in armor. 'I can't do this on my own.' You whispered in your tears. You didn't know how long you sat there beside his death body until you felt a hand on your shoulder and you slowly looked up to Björn.

'He died with love, he died with the memory of you, he died on a battlefield, no better way for a man like him to die.' Björn whispered.