The prompts are: "Are you.. blushing?", and "How much did you have to drink?"

Warnings: none

Your father had brought you to Kattegat to show you how an earl worked and lived.

You were his only child, though he had wished for a boy he loved you dearly, and educated you in sword skills and politics.

You were excited to learn from your father, and you were excited to see Kattegat, and the sons of Ragnar as well.

Growing up you had heard so much about the great Ragnar, and his many sons, and you had heard the whispers that most of them were kind, handsome, and unmarried.

Of course you didn't have the hopes to find a man during your journey away from home, but though the idea did cross your mind you knew it was just a silly thought.

You were still rather young, and didn't care about boys all that much, but you knew you needed someone to help you with your duties as an earl once the time came, because the men would never accept a single woman leading them.

It was all far in the future for you though, all you wanted was to learn and have fun.

You were one of the few women and certainly the youngest, and most men would have even said the prettiest.

When you entered the great hall of Kattegat you caught the eyes of many of the men sitting or standing there.

You looked around into the many faces of the men assembled, until they stopped on one of the young men standing at the front of the hall.

He had longer blonde curly hair, his braids and fringe falling into his eyes, but you saw that he was staring at you.

You blushed as you saw him grinning at you, and you averted your eyes to look at your father's back.

During the whole of the meeting you glanced towards the young man, but every time you did you caught him staring at you.

It made a shiver run down your spine, you were constantly blushing, and the warmth in the hall made your breath quicken.

When the meeting finished you slipped out of the hall quickly, following your father.

In the evening you were invited to eat in the great hall, where you saw the boy again.

When he saw you enter he kept watching you, whispering to his brothers.

You were sure that he was one of the Princes, one of the sons of Ragnar, which only made you blush harder when you caught him looking.

When you once again focused your eyes on your ale as to not look up to look at the Prince you heard someone clear their throat, and once you looked up you saw the boy standing in front of you, grinning cheekily.

"I'm Sigurd", he told you as he placed the cup of ale he was holding on the table in front of you, introducing himself.

You only nodded as you watched him, your father's attention fully lying on him as well.

He was leaning back, drink in hand, watching your interaction.

When you looked back at Sigurd you caught him studying you again.

"What is it you want, Sigurd?", you asked him softly, though you weren't even sure if your voice was loud enough to understand in the heated shouting and laughing in the great hall.

"I want to get to know you", he smiled at you, and with time the smile grew wider as he studied you.

Over the length of your stay in Kattegat you did indeed get to know each other.

Sigurd was sweet, caring, musical and handsome, and he seemed genuinely interested in you.

Your father joked about the fact that Sigurd seemed to follow you wherever you went, and when the Queen told him that Sigurd asked to marry you he was both ecstatic and wary.

He thought the son of Ragnar was a good person, boy rather than man, but nevertheless he was scared for his daughter.

He let you decide, and you said yes.

You were entirely happy about the idea of living with the young Prince, since the both of you seemed connected in the strangest but most natural way possible, and when you told Sigurd your answer he was euphoric.

You didn't know each other well, but you knew you had a calling between each other, which you needed to follow.

You knew your attraction was genuine, and strong, and he seemed to reciprocate your feelings ardently.

It made your heart beat faster and your stomach flutter in a pleasant way, knowing that this son of Ragnar, Sigurd, wanted to marry you.

You stayed in Kattegat until your wedding, before you had to think of where to live in the future.

The wedding day was beautiful, it wasn't too cold and there were no clouds in the sky, the sun shining generously down at you.

You were happy you were getting married to Sigurd, even if it was a little fast you didn't mind, and you were both excited for married life and the person you were going to live that life with.

When you stood next to your soon to be husband, in your wedding dress, in front of the assembled people of Kattegat you felt Sigurd's eyes on you again.

They were raking over your body, and the smirk he wore showed the victory he felt towards having you as his soon to be wife.

It made heat rush through your body, turning your cheeks red as you thought about all the things you would be doing with your soon to be husband.

Sigurd smirked as he took your hand in his, leaning down to whisper into your ear.

"You look stunning", he told you, his breath fanning over your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine.

After a few seconds you heard Sigurd chuckle, making you look up at him.

Shortly before the ceremonies began you heard him whisper into your ear.

"Are you.. blushing?", he teased you, but you only looked at the ground, letting a small chuckle fall from your lips.

The ceremony was perfect, and the festivities afterwards as well.

The Queen had spared no expenses, there was more food and ale than any of you could ever wish for, and the people were laughing and talking excitedly.

You were sat in between Hvitserk and Sigurd at the front of the hall, having an amazing view over all the people gathering in it.

You talked and drank, mostly with Sigurd, but you happily chatted with Hvitserk as well.

You saw how even turning your head in Hvitserk's direction made Sigurd's blood boil, he always clutched his cup tighter, and became serious and broody when your attention wasn't entirely on him.

But when you moved back to talk to him, kissing his cheek in the process you saw his pride return, making you smile widely.

Sigurd stood up, raising his cup of ale in the air, looking around the hall before settling his eyes on you, the people in the hall quieting down.

"To my beautiful wife", he shouted, earning a roar from the men assembled, before they again became silent.

When he motioned with his hand a thrall came over, his oud in hand, and the people watched as Sigurd put down his drink to take the instrument.

"I have written a song, for you", he said as he sat down, you watching him intently as he did so.

The hall grew quiet as all of the people waited for Sigurd to start singing.

When he did your breath caught in your throat.

You were so fascinated by the sweet sounds he produced, getting lost in his eyes in the process.

The words he sang burned themselves into your mind, each word so sweet and flattering, making the blush you had been hiding again prominent on your face.

When Sigurd locked eyes with yours you smiled at him gently, and after just a few seconds of eye contact he stopped mid-sentence.

Confusion was present on the both of your faces before it made way for amusement on your side.

"How much did you have to drink?", you questioned him in the silence that lay on the room, making the people, and Sigurd too, erupt in laughter.

You leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips to thank him, but Sigurd grasped your wrist to keep you near him.

"I know the song, I've been practicing. I just... you're so beautiful, wife", he told you, grinning widely, before kissing you again, this time more harshly, making some of the men whistle.

When you pulled away you looked into Sigurd's eyes, gaining his attention as you had wanted to do.

"Let us go to bed", you whispered softly, setting a hand on his chest to emphasize your meaning.

His eyes grew wider before nodding eagerly, pulling you up and out of the great hall under the cheer of the men.

When you reached his room you were both nervous but excited, fiddling with knots and buttons to come closer together.

And there, in his arms, your new life begun.