It was a hard thing to see the man you loved going to battle, not being reassured he would ever come back. A lot of women fight alongside their husbands, or just fight along but you never had the fighting skills and seeing Ubbe leave made that yet again clear ... you were worthless. The only thing you could do was wait, wait countless hours while he was fighting with his life, hoping on seeing those deep blue eyes again, feeling those tender rough hands, that warmth of his body. Every time he left, every single time you felt not worthy of his love, you felt not good enough to be his. You started doubting yourself ... your love for him and it made you afraid to the core of your body.

The buildings of York never felt like home for you, only he did and when the Vikings under Ubbe slowly dripped into the houses and church again you stood against the wall, looking between the people for those bright blue eyes. It was agony, waiting for this long, tortured in the minutes you didn't found him. But there he was and a relieving breath left your body as you pushed between the people and jumped up in his arms. He wrapped his arms around you while you buried your face in his neck, blooded or not you didn't care.

'You came back.' You said with a shaky breath.

'I always do.' Ubbe reacted, pulling you back to cup your face with his hands, looking into your eyes with that intense look before he kissed you. You pulled in a breath, feeling the intensity of that kiss slither through your body. When he pulled back you were out of air, his forehead resting against yours. 'You have no idea how much I want you right now.' He whispered with a rushed breath. How fresh this feeling was, in didn't rushed the doubt out of your eyes and he saw it, he knew how much you doubted yourself in moments like this. 'I wasn't lying when I said I loved you.' He said, smiling as he pushed you backwards right into the house you shared while being here. He didn't cared about the blood on his face while he untied your dress. He kissed away all your doubt, gracing you with that love, that little bit of rough untamed power rushing through his veins while he made love to you, only to prove you where his, not only now but forever.

Laying cupped in his arm, his naked body entangled with yours while your chest hurried in getting lungs full of air.

'I should be there, to fight along side of you, like everybody does.' You whispered, feeling his fingers through your hair as he turned to his side to look at you.

'Not everybody does it Y/n, I can't bare the loss of losing you. Battle is all coming back to you, you are my focus, my energy.' He whispered, kissing your nose while his flat hand caressed your naked skin.

'Still.'

'Nothing is wrong with you. I don't want a fighter, I want a woman to tend me when I come back home.' He smiled tenderly, nothing of that warrior left in his face expressions. You turned your face, stroking your fingertips over his face, following the lines of dirt and blood.

'Do I?' You asked softly. His smile broke away in a serious intense look.

'You've shown me what love can feel like,' he started, stroking a strand of your hair away over your face. 'the way you smile, you are one of the most amazing things in life. If you ever doubt my love for you, just say and I sum up all the things I love about you.' He smiled, pressing a kiss against your cheek. 'your great cooking,' a kiss against your ear, 'your way of washing away the memories of battle,' he kissed your neck, 'your incredible great and good heart.' he kissed your collarbone and a shaky breath left your chest. 'Should I go on?'

'Ubbe.'

'Hmmm?' He pulled back to look at you.

'Kiss me.' You whispered. He grinned, lowering his head to kiss you oh so tenderly.