Summary: requested by anonymous:'Could you do a Ubbe imagine where he raids your kingdom and he sees you fighting back he likes that you're trying too so when he and his brothers take over, he decides to keep you and marry you. Thank you.'

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Violence, fighting

Screams of the innocent and guilty rang throughout the kingdom. Fearsome battle cried as well as laughter mocked those trying to fight back. It was a bloodbath, my people were being massacred. The brutes that called themselves 'Vikings' began to raid my lands, striking down anyone who would get in their way. And what was my father, the ruler, doing about it all? He was cowering away in our big castle.

"Father, why haven't you done anything to help our people?!" I demanded to know as I stormed up to him.

"Be quiet girl. You know nothing of battles or war." he snapped back as e observed his servants collecting all of his previous belongings.

"Neither do you apparently."

"You would be wise to hold your tongue. Do as I say, collect anything of value before escaping."

"I will not be running away! Unlike you, I am going to do something about all of this." With that, I turned around to walk about, already planning what to do.

"See if I care. You are of no importance to me."

To any other daughter, hearing those words escape their father's lips would break them; however, I hated my father, he was the worst man in the entire world, worse than the vikings. My mother was one of his many wives, all of whom were now dead. My half-brothers and half-sisters were not close to him either, and before he carted them off to marry for power, we were all very much close. I was the youngest, the last one that would be married, though I doubted that father would even consider arranging that for me anymore.

Stripping out of my gown and into somthing much more suitable for fighting, I re-thought everything. I was a good fighter but I had watched how the vikings fought, they were born for this. Pushing the negative thoughts aside, I gathered my weapons, taking deep, steady breaths to ensure that my heart would not burst out of my chest.

Whilst making my way towards the fighting, a few of our guards joined me; they were sworn to protect me but I ordered them otherwise. Leading them out of the castle, we were met with a scene of confusion, fear and bravery. Out men tried the best they could to defend our lands, protect our people. However these ferocious vikings had the upper hand and they were not going to let that slip.

Yelling out at the top of my lungs, I charged first, my men immediately following after. Although I put my all into fighting these vikings, I seemed to tire quickly. They were very strong, stronger than five of us out together, yet I continued; they would not defeat me, not ever.

There was no telling how long we had been fighting for. My attacks were becoming sloppy, aiming was off. It was a miracle I was still alive. A fearsome battle cry erupted above the others, capturing everyone's attention. Following everyone's gazes, my eyes landed upon a viking man holding my now dead father's head. The opposition cheered and I almost joined them. There was no remorse, no guilt, no sadness. It was a....a pleasing sight.

"Here's the princess!" one of them exclaimed, grabbing me as well as another man.

I screamed at them as I struggled."Let go of me you bastards!"

"Stop!" a different viking shouted as a sword was held to my throat.

Where were my men when I needed them most? Oh yes, they were either dead or cowards.

"Princess (Y/N), she is important to us." he continued, rather explaining to those around him.

I understood little parts of their language."Let me go. Please."

"Bring her with us."

I desperately tried to stop my legs from crumbling underneath me as I stood before the Viking men. They had dragged me to the throne room in my castle, mockingly lounging around the place. One young man, who appeared to be a cripple, sat on the throne, making my blood boil.

"What to do with you." he pondered.

I remained silent, not wanting to say anything to aggravate them further.

"She is a threat to us. We killed her father, now we kill her, simple." a viking with a long, blonde braid snapped.

"Just tell me," I spoke up. They all faced me,"what was it like when you killed him?"

They all looked confused at my question. What sort of daughter would ask about her father's death? Shouldn't she be mourning and vowing vengence? Not if he was an awful man.

"I know it sound strange, but I hated that man. I never considered him my father. Neither did the rest of my family."

The handsome cripple leaned forward."He was petrified, I think he pissed himself before I plunged my sword into him, ripping his head apart from him body."

I couldn't help but smile as he tried to scare me."Good. I'm just sorry that I didn't get to see it myself."

He chuckled, finding my answer numerous.

"I do not think we should hurt her." another spoke. He was tall, his hair like one of the others but instead it was brown and his braid was not as long.

"And why not?"

"She could help us with our settlement. She is now in charge of this place until more of her family arrives. Lets use her to our advantage."

My heart started to beat faster. Would I rather be dead or stuck beside a viking for the rest of my life? What would my family think? Would this even go forward? The others didn't seem so keen on the idea.

"Let me guess, you want one of us to marry her?" the blonde one frowned.

"It's the easiest way to ensure we have a claim here. Instead of wasting our time on a small place like this, we can use her and then move on to the next land."

"I don't want to say you are right but..." the cripple started,"perhaps this will woman will serve us well in the future."

"But who will marry her?"

The men all looked to each other, none of them willing to volunteer. I was too shocked by all of it to protest. But what good would that do anyway? I wouldn't be able to change their minds or persuade them to do anything else. It was either this or death. At first, the latter seemed more appeasing until I really thought about it. No, I would rather marry than die, I wasn't ready yet.

"It was your idea Ubbe, you should marry her." the blonde one suggested.

The man who I now knew was Ubbe hesistated."Fine, if that is how you are going to be. I'll marry the princess."

They had locked me up in my own room. Two guards stood outside, there was no escape for me. I caught my reflection in the mirror, shocked at how much dirt and blood covered me. It had been the last thing on my mind. Pouring water into a bowl, I dipped a cloth into it, wiping away everything until I was clean again. It was strange to see myself like that, as if I fought for most of my life. The death that surrounded me hadn't hit me yet, I knew the shock was covering that. Just as I had finished getting changed into one of my dresses, there was a knock on the door. I called for them to enter, frightened as to why a man would be coming into my room so late at night.

"Princess." Ubbe bowed slightly.

"Ubbe, how can I help you?" I mumbled, sounding quieter than I liked.

"I wanted to talk to you, about this marriage."

I decided to get straight to the point."Why? Why would you suggest marrying me when killing me seems so much easier?"

He kept his distance from me."I...I saw how you fought. I was mesmerized, there was something about you that drew me to you. I've never felt like that before."

I was stunned to silence.

"I understand that you would not feel the same. I am a viking who has raised your home. Though you must know that this is how war works."

I just nodded, still perplexed by his earlier statement.

"I didn't want to see you hurt. I...I am not sure why. But I promise that marrying me will not be a curse on you. I will treat you as any husband should treat their wife."

"Thank you Ubbe."

"I am sorry for all that happened today. Even your father."

"Do not be sorry about him. He deserved that. I have you vikings to thank for that."

"You will soon be viking."

As Ubbe took a step forward, I moved back in instinct. He gently held my hand, stopping me from moving. Just as I was about to snatch my arm away, he placed a small kiss onto my hand. He sent me a small smile before leaving. Holding onto my hand where he had kissed me, I let out a shaky breath. How unexpected. I had never imagines myself marrying a gentle viking.