You woke up out of your dreams by Ubbe who moved aside you. You squeezed your eyes together, muttering something as you rolled on your back.

'Sleep.' He whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead before he moved away. It the first minute you didn't thought, you were still to far away to realize he was sneaking away at night. It was when you asked yourself why that you fully woke up, sitting up to see him walk out with Hvitserk. Things didn't went that good with Ubbe and Ivar, ever since Sigurd died. Despite that Ivar did his part here in York, Ubbe wanted other things. You pushed up out the bed, grabbed your belt, bow and arrows and followed them outside. He assembled some men, they took horses and left. You knew where to ... Aethelwulf. You looked back to the place you were sleeping on before you ran outside and took a horse of yourself.

They went into the camp while you hide out in the nearby forest. What was he doing? Striking a deal? How by the gods would he get that together? How much you hated Ivar for being like this ... but in this he was right, you couldn't strike a bargain with those Christians, not after all they did. You looked up to the tree, jumping up before you pulled yourself into the tree. As one of the best archers Ubbe always had his eyes on you. It took him a while to get you but he did and the memory always lighted your smile. As you installed yourself on the tree you pulled out an arrow, measuring the angle and power you would need to kill anybody who would touch one of the brothers. In all the waiting you got concerned until they were leaded outside before that bishop. You couldn't see it from this far but the fact they got surrounded didn't mean anything good. You pulled the string back, aiming for the man closest to Ubbe. A small smile and you released, putting the camp in immediate state of attack as you shoot another arrow. Hvitserk and Ubbe started running. Consumed by the wound Ubbe had you didn't saw the arrow coming, scraping your ribs painfully before you fell out the tree.

'Y/n!' Hvitserk hissed. You pushed up, looking at Ubbe his face as you gasped for breath. What have they done?

'What the hell were you thinking!?' Ubbe stated angry the soon he was alone with you.

'What was I thinking? You are the one going there against Ivar. You were the one who could die!' You breathed out, wanting to clean up his face but he slapped your hands away as you came closer.

'I asked you to stay.' He hissed angry, walking fort and back.

'You know I tend to not listen.'

'It could have got you killed!' He shouted and you froze. He never yelled like that against you. You looked down to the ground, taking a step back for him and whole his expression changed. 'Y/n,' he started softly. He slowly stepped closer but you didn't look up until he cupped your face. 'I can't loose you to. I lost a brother, I will raise war against another, please don't let me loose you in the process.' He whispered. He was in pain, he was broken down in the situation. You slowly looked up to him, laying your hand over his that rested against your face.

'You won't, you have to let me support you Ubbe, I can't loose you either.' You said tenderly back. He signed, pulling your head against his good side, kissing your temple.

'I'm sorry.' He whispered. You closed your eyes, enjoying the body that could have been killed hours ago.

'You are important to me to.' You said while pulling back. He laid his hand under your chin and pressed his lips in a soft manor against yours. You smiled in the kiss, opening your eyes to his sliced open face. 'Let me take care of you.' You gestured. His fingers stroke your cheek, your neck before he let go of you, obeying your request in sitting down.