#*coughs* and he was a better father to her than Björn *coughs*

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The most Ragnar-like Ragnarsson aka Ubbe 🥰

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WYWTTS - Chapter 2: Ram

Author’s Notes | Electrical energy down. Back pain (for more than 2 weeks in a row!). All sort of obstacles. But here it is! Uff! I suffered to produce this one ha-ha I hope you guys like it! 

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⁑ Warnings: Some cursing.

"Moðir, did you see the ram faðir brought to mate with the sheep?"

Sometimes Torhild would forget the truth about that beautiful woman coming to speak to her. It was easy to forget she wasn't the simple farmer girl she always looked like, with those beautiful hair strands spreading all over her head like Sif's golden hair remembering the noble blood into her daughter's veins: Siggy had grown into a gentle and simple woman, never asking too much from her parents, always smiling to anything, always solicitous to any ask, realizing her everyday tasks without complaints. Her hands would speak of her noble origins by the talent she had with anything that was given for her to learn but definitely not for the softness: Siggy's fingers were marked by the work with the needles and sometimes with the rake, or the ropes she would use to guide the animals through the field. She would never shied away from her work - and Torhild would thank the gods for the blessing of her arrival every day.

Now there she was - the hair poorly twisted in a bun behind her back, some golden strands falling through her sweaty face - searching for the new ram Dag had brought to mate the sheep: the animal was stronger than the usual rams and she couldn't really control the rope so Dag had tied it to a pole near the sheep yard intending to get him used to the local smells and noises. Exactly where Torhild sent her daughter in first place, but the girl frowned, cleaning the sweat from her hands on the apron and sighing.

"Yeah... Father told me it was there, but I found the rope and nothing more. I think the smart little thing fled after breaking the sheep's fence. I was able to bring all the sheep back to the yard but the ram is gone. Tell faðir I'll take a look near the river to see if I can find him and take the chance for a bath, but I'll be back before dinner. I won't go after him if the track goes towards the woods!" she signalized.

Torhild smiled: the girl was smart. She had learned pretty well from her father to deal with the sheep and knew pretty well when to give one of the pieces of the flock as a lost case: if the track was going into the woods it would be a dead end for any sheep and even the stronger ram would be nothing but pieces left by a hungry pack of wolves before they could find it. Better leave it behind than becoming the next prey for the pack or worse: leave a trail of smell to guide the pack towards their yard.

"Don't go too far," Torhild warned "I told your father that ram wasn't a good idea. He's too wild. If you can't tame it, don't try to bring it back, ok?"

Siggy smiled before kissing Torhild's cheek and leaving towards the door. Torhild smiled. That golden hair was surely Sif's gift to Björn's daughter. And her gentle voice was certainly a gift from Freyja. Her talented hands maybe blessed by Balðr himself. She never really understood why did he leave such a gift behind. He had never come for the girl or news from her. Maybe he didn't know what was done of his daughter. Maybe he just didn't care as lady Aslaug has said once.

Torhild just thanked the gods for blessing her family one more time and stopped wondering over the subject. It was better not to question the Norns - she didn't want any knots on the threads of their fate.

Siggy walked towards the yard once again, taking the rope from the pole and looking around. To fix the fence wasn't that hard: it was surely a failed jump trying to find a way out that resulted in that ram breaking the fence and releasing the sheep. It would be good if it had mated one of them at least before leaving like a storm, releasing the flock all over the field after it. With all those marks everywhere, it would be impossible to determine which one was the track of the ram.

Siggy sighed. Her father would be mad in the end of the day.

No... Not mad. Sad. Dag was never able to be mad.

But he also wasn't her father and she knew that.

Torhild and Dag never really hid from her who she was and where did she come from. And it had never really matter, to be honest. They didn't change her name but she never really introduced herself as Björnsðóttir even knowing it could bring her advantage in several situations where Dag's name never helped her. She was no princess. She never really craved to be one.

Everything Siggy could have she had found in Torhild's love for her as a mother and Dag's gentleness as the father she never had. They were her family. And she dedicated herself to be a good daughter and make them proud as a way to thank them for receiving her into their house as they did.

However, this time Dag would have to forgive her.

"I won't follow this animal into the woods, faðir... Oh, no way!" she sighed, walking towards the river while rolling the rope to tie it to her waist just for precaution: in case the animal was to pop out of some bush around the river she would be able to tie and drag it back home, but it definitely wouldn't be her main focus for the moment.

It was a tiring day and all everything Siggy wanted was a cold bath to take the sweat out of her body before coming home for a good dinner and maybe going to bed earlier to ensure she would be up before the sun next morning. It was close to the time to take the sheep to the field and if she could make it earlier it would leave more time for her to sew the new dress she wanted to have for the festivals at the town.

Thinking of the beautiful cloth Dag had bought for her to sew that dress, Siggy didn't notice the footprints on the mud near the river - someone had passed there before her and due to the direction of those footprints, the person was still around.

Ignoring the possibility of a presence around, Siggy started untying her apron. The mind flying on the details for the dress - maybe some crochet or embroidery for the sleeves, definitely something colored! Or a pattern! Or a...

The loud sound of a bleat called her attention towards a small cliff near the deeper waters and she saw the gods' damn ram, bleating and facing her as if it knew she had come to drag him back.

"Oh, seriously?" she cursed. "Couldn't you be devoured by the wolves in peace? I bet you headed one of them, probably the alpha! And then the whole pack fled from you, you little fence-destroyer goblin!"

Re-tying the apron, Siggy walked towards the cliff, trying to climb the small hill carefully. From where she was before, it wasn't possible to see the stones upon the hill but now she was starting to regret the decision to follow that ram there: the stones weren't firm, kinda mossy. Maybe it was safer to find a way to push the ram into the lake and then drag him out - she thought. But it could drown before she was able to drag it out... Were rams able to swim?

"Gods! Didn't you have a better place to climb, little thing? Uh?" she complained, trying another step further, being able to stand upon the higher stone beside the ram.

Siggy's eyes fixed down for a moment and she saw the darkened water below them. Her heart racing with fear for a moment. She knew how to swim! She was a good swimmer! But those were quite some deep waters down there.

"Come on... Let us go down, please?" she asked the ram as if it could understand her. "Listen... I won't tie you ok? Just let us go down and we can talk about your little fleeing journey later uh? Come down... Please!" she insisted, trying to wave her hands to shove the ram down the small bunch of stones.

"The stones aren't firm, lady, you shouldn't be standing over them!" A male voice warned and Siggy rose up her face a single second to answer to the blonde man standing at the margin of the lake, almost at the bottom of the small cliff.

But the ram beside her moved and his back paws slid through the mossy surface. Trying to jump for balance, the animal moved the stone under the two of them. It was able to jump down the small mound, falling clumsily near the margin.

But Siggy lost her balance and suddenly the deep and dark waters became closer like a mouth ready to engulf her into the depths of death's stomach.

The fall wasn't so big. The problem were the stones that fell from the mound right over her, one of them hitting Siggy's forehead, opening her eyebrow, and blanking everything out for her in a second.

"Fuck!" she heard that male voice cursing and the sound of someone diving into the waters.

The sounds became mixed, she couldn't really move properly nor see what was going on. She felt when someone embraced her body, and then everything became dark.

The last thing Sigurd was expecting was to find someone near that part of the river. Some few moments earlier and that woman would have found him fully naked into the water - not that it would be something so bad, she was pretty after all, but he could bet she would be shy and it would certainly turn into some kind of embarrassing moment. He wasn't Hvitserk after all - that lucky bastard!

However, that moment turned out to be something completely different even from the stranger things his mind could imagine. He who had folded his clothes so carefully to avoid getting them wet... It was the same man jumping into the river fully dressed without a single problem in leaving his oud behind near a ram that could destroy it completely in a matter of seconds.

That woman would drown. He saw the blood in the water.

One of those stones had hit her and she would certainly drown.

There wasn't time for him to ponder.

Sigurd swam towards her, embracing her waist and pulling her up, out of the water, so he could drag her back to the margin, trying to wake her up, to ensure she was breathing properly.

With her body supported against his chest and some delicate slaps to her face, he was able to wake Siggy up, watching with relief as she bent forward, coughing some water before recovering her breath, touching the bleeding eyebrow with a wince of pain.

"Don't touch it... It's open. Here..." he said, offering her a piece of his wet cloak to cover the wound, twisting it to take off the excess of the water before touching her face, cleaning the blood. "Press the wound. My horse is not far from here. I can take you back to the town."

"I'm not far from home..." she mumbled, looking at him. "You saved me."

Siggy's voice died on her throat when her eyes found the snake painted into his. "Fafnir," she thought.

"You're Sigurd Snake-in-the-Eye," she mumbled, recognizing.

But he only smiled, unsuspecting about her identity.

"Yes. But you're bleeding, lady. We should take you to a healer," he insisted.

"Siggy," she mumbled. "Siggy Dagsðóttir." she completed, omitting her true name, not wanting to rise an alarm for him. "I'm fine, it's true. I just need to go home. Mother can help me with it, don't worry."

"Was that your ram?" he asked, pointing at the loosen animal sniffing around his oud, ready to start chewing the cords.

"Yeah... The little fence-destroyer goblin my father brought home today..." she mumbled, cursing as they got up.

Sigurd approaching the animal slowly.

"Can you give me your rope?" he asked, extending one of his hands towards her.

The other moving to attract the animal that was looking at him suspicious.

Siggy untied the rope from her waist giving it to Sigurd who took something from his pocket, offering to the ram what she could identify as some grains the ram started approaching to sniff on. Sigurd allowed the animal to sniff, opening the hand for the ram who licked his palm, taking part of the grains with its tongue, starting to chew on the treat as the prince tied the rope like a collar to guide the animal. Some more grains and the ram was meek beside him, accepting the collar and walking without too much effort closer to a shocked Siggy.

She landed her hand on the waist; the other still holding the cloth on her forehead.

"Oh, you cheap little bastard! You almost drown me, but for him is all gentleness and shaking-tails?" she joked.

To what the ram just snorted, almost answering to her voice, causing Sigurd to giggle.

"It seems I'm talented to something more than music, after all," he smiled. "Come. I'll take you home with this little one. I'm really worried about the wound in your eyebrow."

"It wasn't deep," she said, worried he could sound like a threat for her parents since she knew pretty well, he was one of them...

A Ragnarsson.

His brother.

But she didn't want to be unpleasant towards someone who was being so gentle to her after saving her life from a stupid action that could have costed her dear. Maybe she could explain everything...

"Sigurd!" another male voice kinda scared the ram who bleated annoyed with the sudden arrival of a second prince near the river.

"A busy day," Siggy thought.

She would think twice before bathing on that river once again.

"We were searching for you! Ubbe is like crazy walking through the woods and... Hello, smukke!" he charmed.

Beautiful honey braids, charming smile... Hvitserk, for sure.

Siggy bowed, respectfully, as if she wasn't royalty like all of them there.

"My prince," she saluted.

But her eyes didn't miss the smile vanishing from Sigurd's lips.

"I'm fine. See? Alive and whole." he answered, kinda angrily.

"And wet, from the head to your toes, what happened?" Hvitserk seemed to ignore the anger in his brother's voice.

But it was Siggy who answered to his question, attracting the pair of eyes towards her.

"It's my fault. Prince Sigurd saved me from my foolishness when I fell into the lake. And he managed to tame my wild ram and give me back the animal I was searching for. I'm really grateful, my prince," she said, turning herself towards Sigurd once again. "But you shall forgive me: my father and mother know I was searching for this ram and I might go home to avoid having them worried about me. I promised I wouldn't go too far after the animal and I don't want my mother to feel I could have disrespected her warnings."

Her gentleness seemed to click something on Hvitserk - she was too innocent, and wounded. And wet as well... It wouldn't become something good at least not in that moment so, better let her go.

"Let the girl go home and you come with me. Ubbe is searching for you. He wants to..."

"I know. He wants to speak for hours about how Ivar and I shouldn't be fighting each other and all that speech about brothers I'm tired to hear. I know, Hvitserk. I'm coming with you." he said, sighing and delivering the rope to Siggy gently. "Are you sure you can go home by yourself?" he asked.

And she smiled at the way his tone was terrifically different from his words to his brother to the ones he drove to her.

There was some real charm into his voice as well, but she could see it was something inherent to his self and not something he was impressing to conquer her or anything like that. Siggy smiled: he was a good man after all.

"I'm fine, prince Sigurd. Don't worry. Thank you once again," she said, sweetly. "Please, allow me to repay your gentleness. Your cloak is ragged because of me. Meet me here, five days from now, and I'll bring you a new one."

Sigurd was ready to tell her she didn't have to, but she raised her hand, gently touching his.

"Please, accept it. It's given in good-heart," she said, smiling.

"Take the chance, Sigurd. You can see her again and ensure she'll have the proper care for the wound," Hvitserk stimulated, noticing there was a good chance that the girl was finding an excuse to see his brother again.

Sigurd was blind as hel, he thought. Wouldn't be bad to give his little brother a small push forward.

"Fine. Five days from now, but please, not upon those rocks, ok?" he joked.

Dragging a small giggle from Siggy who couldn't help herself from smiling at the prince.

"Ok, prince Sigurd. Not upon those rocks, for sure," she smiled.

With a small wave of her hand, they broke apart from each other.

Siggy followed her way home thinking about what just happened. The ram was coming with her, meekly, still chewing some of the grains the prince had offered it to eat. And it entered the fence without a fight, meekly walking in the middle of the sheep, as if that whole rampant didn't have almost costed Siggy's life into that lake.

She went home, being received by a worried father and scared mother that took care of her wound hearing the whole story she told taking care to hide Sigurd's name from her words.

"And you promised him a cloak?" her father said, worried.

But she smiled.

"It's fine, faðir. I have enough cloth to make it if I make a simpler dress for me." Siggy answered.

"I'm not worried about this, my dear. This man, he said he'll find you in the lake. Are you sure it's safe? Do you want me to come with you?"

There it was...

The reason why so many times Siggy had thanked the gods Dag had adopted her. She could bet Björn would've never been so worried about her safety as Dag was.

He wasn't worried about her fate, after all...

Siggy smiled, caressing her father's hands.

"I'll be fine, faðir."

"It sounds like the Norns to me," Torhild said.

A sparkle into her eyes.

"What do you mean, mother?" Siggy asked seeing her mother's eyes glow as she smiled.

"Maybe they're tying your fates. He was there when you needed, now you want to see him again. And you said the ram came back meekly... Maybe it was all some kind of providence to cross your thread with this boy's fate."

"Stop trying to find marriages to our daughter in every corner, woman!" Dag joked.

"I'm telling you! It's fate! Our daughter is a beautiful woman, Dag... You'll see..." Torhild continued.

But Siggy lost her mother's words and the conversation, absorbed by the thoughts in her head. Her memory bringing back the image of that beautiful pair of blues, one of them stained, both crystalline...

She knew who he was.

But what if her mother was right?

Siggy decided to let the thread to the spinners.

She had a cloak to produce, after all.

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Ragnarssons In: Since Ever

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Björn

- fell in love with her when he first knew her, at the river. He was 13 years old and it was his first fishing with his father as a man. He accidentally found her bathing on a lake and swore to Ragnar he saw a mermaid.

- realized his love for her 2 years after knowing her at the river, when she had her heart broke by a friend of his and the friendship he has with the guy ended in several punches on the boy's face. Not because he broke her heart, but because he dared to have her attention...

- keeps it in secret for fear to destroy their friendship and will confess it only when planning a travel to the Mediterranean where he intends to spend at least a year.

"We gonna cross the seas through this passage on our way back so we can arrive two days faster. In time for your anniversary, hun *looks straight into her eyes* So I can ask you to marry me in your party."

Ubbe

- fell in love with her when he saved her from the lake when they were 15. She went with him and his brothers to a fishing day on the lake and she locked her feet in a submerged root in the middle of the lake playing with Hvitserk on the water. He noticed she wasn't coming back and jumped into the water bringing her back from the bottom of the lake. She wasn't breathing and it took some seconds for her to throw up all that water and hug him, and so he knew in his heart he could never breathe a second time in a world without her.

- he realized his love for her at the moment she came back from that terrible moment, coughing and hugging him as if he was the safest place in the world for her. When she cried, he knew he could never allow her eyes to drown in tears once again. When she hugged him, he knew his place in this world was between her arms. And maybe that was why he didn't hesitate on calming her down that day with a warm and long kiss...

- he told her about his love a few months later, in a ball at the Great Hall for his mother anniversary, whispering in her ear while they were dancing together.

"I know nothing about my future... I don't know if I will ever succeed my father and become king of Kattegat, or if I will leave these lands for new places. The only thing I know for sure is that the woman by my side wherever I go will be you."

Hvitserk

- fell in love for her in the first time he saw her at a party at the Great Hall. She was visiting with her parents to help them with the service of the party and so he ignored all the princesses Aslaug was trying to introduce him to, looking at her for the entire party and finding a way to sneak away to the kitchen to steal food just for having time alone with her.

- realized his love for her when they first shared a night together and he felt himself not wanting to leave after sleeping with her, but instead, wanting to nestle into her arms, feel her caresses and sleep with the warmth of her body by his side.

- decided to tell it to her after his father's death, when he comes back from the Mediterranean not knowing what will be of him in this travel to England to avenge Ragnar.

"If I come back, I'll make you my wife. If I don't, then the Æsir will know who's the owner of the seat by my side in Valhalla."

Sigurd

- fell in love with her when he was playing with his boat on the river and he found her playing with some leaves on the water on the other margin. For lots of days, he came back, finding her sporadically at the same place, thinking she was a fairy or something like that.

- realized his love for her around four years later, when they were 16 and she told him her camp was leaving, moving from Kattegat since she was a part of a nomad gypsy camp and maybe they would never see each other again.

- decided to tell her his feelings by invading her camp, demanding to talk with her father, their leader, and being kinda haughty on saying things a little bit too fast...

"You can't go away and take with you the future wife of one of the princes of Kattegat this way!"

Ivar

- fell in love with her when she became the only one of Floki's slaves that always found a way to spend some time with him, playing, making him company, tending his needs. She became his little companion in the evenings on Floki's house and he started to feel as if she belonged to him.

- realized about his love for her when Floki intended to sell her before his departure to the Mediterranean with Bjorn and she struggled with two possible buyers but smiled nice and gentle when he talked about buying her himself, saying she would gladly serve her favorite prince of Kattegat.

- never told her about his love, but keeps it in secret as something subjective, implicit in the way he treats her with more tenderness than to the others, never screams with her, never hits her and even takes some advice and words she says for granted, which gives her some better status than his other normal slaves.

"If I have to think about someone to bear my children? Probably (Y/N). Nice girl, good mind, meek slave. I could say she is my favorite..."

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