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{hayden christensen, thirty-four, male, he/him} We are so glad to see you safe, CROWN PRINCE PHILLIP of NORWAY! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are SUAVE and GALLANT enough to handle it. Just don’t let your HIDEBOUND NATURE bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out THAT YOU’VE BEEN MOONLIGHTING AS A PEASANT FOR DECADES TO ESCAPE YOUR DUTIES AND RECENTLY KILLED A GUARD BY ACCIDENT UPON RETURNING FROM SUCH AN OUTING.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : phillip gram oldenburg 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒: phil 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 : crown prince of norway 𝐀𝐆𝐄: thirty-four 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: november 28th 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂: sagittarius 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: he/him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: heterosexual 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍: english, norwegian, danish, german, french, and spanish 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: single

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: hayden christensen 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: dirty blonde/light brown 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: light blue 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 6’1” 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃: athletic, thin 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: galant, suave, observant, loyal, generous, resourceful 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: cold, deceitful, combative, hidebound, strong-willed 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒: failing his family or country, letting the throne go to someone he finds unworthy 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒: prince phillip ( sleeping beauty ), bjorn ironside ( vikings ), anthony ( sweeney todd ), dolls ( wynoana earp ), rick o’connell ( the mummy ), lincoln ( the 100 ), ki-ho ( castaway diva )

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

as is the same for so many royal families, the birth of the crown prince of norway was celebrated throughout the kingdom, his birth was long awaited and much anticipated. however, being the first born of a royal family is known to come with immense responsibility—one few would ever willingly ask for, phillip had never been one of those few.

the weight of the crown and the role he’d one day have to fulfill began bearing down on him when he was only six years old and his father’s counsel began speaking of what the best alliance may be in terms of marriage for the young prince. such topics of conversation became more frequent and rarely included phillip himself. it was the thing that irritated him most, life-altering choices being made on his behalf.

despite all his misgivings, phillip proved himself to be more than worthy of his title, he was a brave and skilled fighter, compassionate and charitable towards his people, and best of all as far as the courtiers were concerned, he was handsome and charming when he had to be.

outwardly, as far as the people knew—and even most of the royal court themselves, they had the perfect heir to the throne. but in reality, phillip enjoyed himself far more and always felt at ease while roaming the streets of his cities, hiding his wealth and status under ragged clothes. at first, it was only meant to be short excursions, but with each adventure beyond the gates of the castle the prince discovered something new. about himself, his people and kingdom, and above all about his family—more importantly, how their citizens of norway truly felt about them.

as the years went on, phillip became more serious about his exceedingly dangerous antics, pulling his close friend and valet ( wanted connection ) into his schemes to help him avoid being caught. his parents began sending the prince on diplomatic missions shortly after he turned eighteen and almost immediately those trips became his escape. his way to explore all world had to offer without shirking his duties entirely.

as he grew and matured, phillip began to see how crucial his presence was becoming and the lack there of was dangerous. his parents, mostly his father, began to make him aware that they had noticed his absence and worried about it. they expressed their worry for what kind of king he might be if he refused to be present and it was enough to rattle him and make him put his need to constantly escape on the back burner.

for a time, the crown prince was attentive to all his duties and spent more time with members of his family than he ever had. unfortunately that only lasted about two years. the death of his mother brought the world crumbling down around him for a number of reasons, the main one being that it appeared his parents didn’t believe he was ready for the throne prior to his disappearance. to know his parents had such little faith in him, in his ability to lead their people, broke something in phillip and he quickly returned to his old ways. this time, however, it proved to be different. phillip would disappear for days and even weeks at a time, leaving his valet to cover for him whenever possible.

he didn’t ignore his responsibilities entirely, but his absence was noticed by many as the years passed without an oldenburg on the throne. phillip’s trust for the regent and his family was always minuscule, feeling as though his family may lose what is rightfully theirs at a moment’s notice. he’s been working tirelessly in secret to uncover a damning reason to expel the regent from the throne and their lives for good, but time is running out as his birthday rapidly approaches.

the prince has never had a qualm with hard work, so his tireless effort to liberate his family from the regency proved no issue. instead, issues arose in other ways, mainly in who could be trusted. much of his work was done outside the castle and sneaking in and out undetected grew increasingly difficult and phillip had the misfortune to be caught returning late one night. not dressed as royalty, the guard mistook him for an intruder and attacked on sight. it all happened so fast and the prince didn’t know what else to do but to defend himself, resulting in the death of the guard. panicked and unsure what to do, the prince fled and returned to his chambers, quick to burn the bloody rags he’d worn, fearful they would be found.

the unexplained death of the guard sent shockwaves through the royal court and set many on edge. courtiers whispered wildly, the rumor of what occurred spreading rapidly, however, with little evidence the murder remained unsolved. the reality of what phillip has done has eaten at him every day since, but he knows that if he were to fail his family, to fail his father, that guilt would be far worse.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

he might as well be two people because depending on what hat he’s wearing, so to speak, depends on who you’re dealing with. the prince hat will get you a rather cold and stoic man most of the time unless he’s really trying to charm ya. his pauper hat will get you the most lacks-adaisy guy around, super chill. neither would back down from a fight, however

he is equally split in terms of wanting to rule and wanting to find his own happiness. so much of him wants to prove to his parents what he’s capable of, but another part of him is sick by the very idea of all the responsibility.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜.

phillip goes by jonas when not trapped behind the castle’s gates. he’s made a great number of friends in the surrounding towns and cities, all of them believing him to be a simple fisherman.

his greatest adventure of all occurred in paris about fifteen years ago when he happened upon a princess who seemed to have a similar idea.

if he's not playing at peasant, then you can probably find him fishing somewhere nearby

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

siblings — specifically a sibling(s) who he does not get on well with/he doesn’t feel would be a good king/queen. It would be the primary reason Phillip feels he needs to fight for their family’s right to keep the crown within their line.

his valet/best friend — this would be someone who had been with phillip for almost two decades now, about the same age as him. absolute besties, there is nothing they keep from each other

friends — royal or otherwise. phillip has made friends in lots of different countries, and despite his outwardly cold exterior he is rather easy to get along with

literally anything pls<33

#𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩 ; isms #theopulent.intro

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totenfaust · 3 years

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GermanBjornIronside auf dem Letzten MPS in Köln (mehr Bilder auf Instagram)

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stibanegraphy · 2 years

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viking - fans watch out !

I am selling some of my prints of the actors. I would be very happy about a support.

The prints are high quality and strictly limited. Alex and Travis are only available 2x.

What is gone is gone.

I would be incredibly happy if the pictures find a suitable place.

Worldwide shipping ! 🦅

#black and white #photooftheday #vikings floki #vikings #travis fimmel #ragnar lodbrok #ivar the boneless #ragnarok netflix #ivar ragnarsson #alex hoegh andersen #alexander ludwig #bjorn ironside #bjorn ragnarsson #floki the boat builder #gccdortmund #german comic con

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charming-merlin · 3 years

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Alexander Ludwig at German ComicCon 2021

Photographed by me

#alexander ludwig #bjorn ironside #björn eisenseite #vikings #german comic con dortmund #german comic con

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lovlydovlyjaycie · 3 years

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Ævi - Frontlines

Hey again! This will be a continued series. The first Ævi series is in my masterlist and is only four parts. This is going to be a ongoing series, so there is going to be a lot more of Ævi to come. :)

Summary: Y/n or also known as Ævi has lived through varies of world events. Now it is 1941, she has excepted that some things cannot be changed so Loki has convinced Y/n to go to New York and live a normal life, a life Y/n always wanted. Or as normal it can be, because new introductions lead to events that didn’t go down in the history books.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve Rogers, Peggy, Loki, OC Vera

Warnings: Fluff, Violence, we’re officially in Captain America the First Avenger now... So I guess spoilers?

Note: When I am writing and particularly writing about Bucky and y/n meeting again or them just being in love I always listen to Pirates of the Caribbean to the theme or Will and Elizabeth and I thought it would be good to share that with you guys. To get in the feels. Right now it jumps from POTC One day and the last minute or so from Drink up me hearties yo ho. I know it is so random, but I cannot get it out of my head.

Part 10

I woke up next to Bucky the next day with the blankets sprawled all over me and Bucky laying his arm lazily over me, still asleep. I looked at the dog tags that I was wearing. It felt nice having something with Bucky's name on it, to have something of his with me. I carefully turned around towards Bucky. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Even in his sleep he had his well known smirk plastered on his face, probably dreaming about some good things. I reached with my hand towards his face. Slightly tracing his lips with my fingers and then up to his cheek. I was rubbing slow circles on his cheek with thumb.

"Good morning." He said quietly, his smirk becoming bigger. "Sorry for waking you up." I told him apologetic sliding my hand back to my place, but he quickly grabbed it. "Waking up next to you is the best thing, so never apologize for that doll." He told me as he guided my hand back to his cheek and he opened his eyes to look at me.

"What are you up to today?" I asked starting to rub circles on his cheek again. "If it were up to me.. I'd stay here the whole day." Bucky moved closer, our heads touching. My hand slid down to his neck. "But sadly it is not up to you. So what are you gonna do?" I said smiling. "Training. I wanted to ask.. Do you want to train with us or did they teach you enough in Sweden and Norway? You still got me curious about that, doll, but if you don't want to tell me I'll respect that." He continued on. I understood the curiosity and I wanted to tell him, but I didn't know what his reaction would be. "I have learned a lot from Sweden and Norway. And I will tell you everything you want to know, but I need time to find the right words.. And I want the world not to be going to shit." I slightly laughed. There was so much going on.. And how do you even tell a person that I am from the future, but have lived so far in the past as well. I honestly never told anyone before, besides Bjorn and his family, but they were there when I was figuring out what was happening to me. And then Loki, Thor, Odin, Heimdall and Frigga know, more like everyone in Asgard knew, but those five actually know the whole story. But besides that I never even tried to tell someone. And this time I really wanted to tell Bucky, but I have no clue how.

"I understand. Don't worry." He smiled then sighed. "I need to get ready." He turned over on his back. "At least we work at the same place." And he gave me a kiss on my mouth. But as soon as it started, it was over. "Lets get ready for work." I told him as I started to get up. "But lets end our day like this." He pulled my arm, making me fall on him. He kissed me again, this time it was deeper. He flipped us over, so now he was hovering over me. "I need to get these replaced." He said as he held his dog tags in his hand. He gave me a smirk. "They do look a lot better on you." He leaned in again for another kiss. "Bucky.. We.. Need.. To.. Get.. To.. Work.." After every word I got another kiss. I couldn't stop giggling between the kisses. "Bucky." I tried, but not really trying to stop him. "Alright. Lets get to work." And he stood up. As he started to walk away he turned around quickly once more and gave me another kiss. "Last one." He said as he almost skipped to the bathroom. All I could do was laugh.

-I walked in the facility to meet up with someone named Howard. Before I greeted everyone I decided to put the dog tags under my shirt. "Ah! You must be Y/n Ironside!" A man called and kind of startled me. "Yes I am." I said with big eyes turning around to see where the voice was coming from. It was a man with dark hair and a mustache. He walked up to me and put out his hand. "Nobody told me how beautiful you are. I am Howard Stark." He happily said as he was shaking my hand. "Howard Stark, I swear I have heard that name before. What's your full name?" He smirked. "Howard Anthony Walter Stark. You may have heard of me through my inventions. I have been trying to make cars fly and I see it happening in the near future." The last part I barely heard what he said. I could only think of the name Anthony. Anthony Stark. Tony Stark. Right before I got zapped away to the past he told everyone he is Iron Man. Is Howard or I Howard going to be his father, I mean they are on the same path of inventing things.

"I think I have heard Bucky mention your name before." I responded. "Bucky? Your husband?" He asked, trying to figure out whatever he was trying to figure out. "No.. But I am taken, if that's what you're getting at.." I said as I narrowed my eyes at him. He put his hands up. "Just curious. Anyway, I'll give you the tour of what we got." He said as he started walking, indicating I needed to follow. "So we have been dismantling the guns you had found in Switzerland. And there are some really interesting parts." He walked towards a machine that was holding up something that was shining blue. "This was something that was found in the guns." He explained. I stepped closer. There was no way. It looked like it was part of the Tesserect. That's how they made the guns. With the machine he was holding up the little piece, carefully. "Seems harmless enough." Howard stated. "Hard to see what all the fuss is about." He moved another machine arm closer, this one had a sort of laser. "NO!" I yelled as we got hit back by the blast of the little stone. "Write that down." Howard said. "Are you ok?" I asked as I came over to help him up. "I'm fine darling." He said as I helped him up. "Whatever that small thing is.. it is powerful." He stated.

This was actually good to know. To have the power of the stone, you don't need the whole stone. Even small bits and pieces could be powerful enough if you used it. I know the power I have is strong, but having the spell on me that Frigga helped me with so the stone can not be traced was not letting my powers come out to my full extend. I also have never really been able to use my full powers, for my own protection and others. Sometimes I do wonder what my limit is, but what if it is too much? What if I hurt people that I swore to protect? What if I cant control it? These are questions I don't want answers to right now or maybe ever.

As I turned around I saw Steve walking up. "Hi Steve." I said happy to see him and giving him a quick hug. "I have a question. What does fondueing mean?" He asked quietly. I snorted. "What? Fondue is just cheese and bread, dork." He narrowed his eyes seeing if I was joking. "Really?" He asked. "Really." I laughed.

"Alright ladies come on." Howard said ready to get back to work. "Right now we're working on everything to make sure you and your men, and woman, do not get killed." He told us showing Steve around the lab. I had no idea what they were making. "Carbon polymer. Should withstand your average German bayonet. Although Hydra's not going to attack you with a pocket knife." Howard told us as he showed us some material. It was most likely for his suit. "I hear you're kind of attached." Howard said as he patted the shield Steve had with him at the Hydra facility. It had a few bullet holes in them. Would be useless now. "It's handier than you might think." He told him. "You know you should think about a weapon or something to protect yourself with as well. Not just a shield." I told Steve. "I don't know. I don't think I want a offensive weapon. I want to protect people and defend them. How am I supposed to do the with a weapon." The last part wasn't a question. And he was right. To have a sort of shield as a symbol for protection would be such a good message. Steve has always been such a good man, fighting for what is right. I almost feel like a proud mother. "You're right. I completely agree with you." I told him. But what does that say about me? I swore to protect Life. And always when I fight I have my sword with me or knifes. Was I wrong for doing that?

"I took the liberty of coming up with some new options for your shield." Howard broke my train of thought. On the table there were many other shields. And they were the complete opposite of what Steve wanted. Howard was explaining somethings about the shields as I saw out of the corner of my eye another shield. Much smaller than the ones on the table. "What about this one?" I asked as I took the shield from next to the table and handed it over to Steve. It was very light. "No, no, that's just a proto type." Howard said dismissively. "What's it made of?" Steve asked him. "Vibranium. It's stronger than steel and a third the weight. It's completely vibration absorbent." Steve was spinning the shield around in his hands checking it out. He put the shield on his arm and gave it another look. "It looks good, Steve." He smiled and nodded at me. He also seemed to like it a lot too. "That is the rarest metal on Earth." Howard told him.

"You quite finished Mr. Stark?" Peggy asked as she came walking in the lad. "What do you think?" Steve asked Peggy. I could see in his eyes that he really like her. Slightly trying to show off his stance with the shield. In a quick motion Peggy grabbed a gun and fired at Steve. I quickly stepped away looking on in shock. Four shots and not even a dent in the shield. Howard's mouth was gaping open from shock. "Yes I think it works." Peggy said as she brushed by Steve. When Peggy was out of sight I spoke up. "What the hell did you do?!" I yelled at him punching him in the shoulder. "I-.. I don't know.." Steve said stammering. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Steve?" I said in a warning tone. "She might have seen me kiss another dame." That deserved another punch to his shoulder. "You what?! I thought you like Peggy? What are you doing kissing other girls for?" He shook his head. "I don't know. I didn't mean to." I pushed him. "Well you better get your priorities straight, cause we are leaving soon." I said as I walked away from him.

We had done a few missions already. It felt strange working with multiple people at once. I was so used to working alone. But there was still no luck on the Tesserect. There were many people with the same guns we had found earlier, but that was it. It was becoming so frustrating to still not be able to find anything. Even more so when people around me were getting hurt.

"Alright, here is the plan. Sergeant Barnes, you are gonna go up on the hills and you will be the look out for us. I will go down first to the facility and take out any threats that are outside. Dugan, Morita, Falsworth you take the Eastside. Jones and Dernier take West. Sawyer, Pinkerton and Juniper take North. Y/n, you stay close to me." Everybody nodded in agreement. We all got ready and checked our things. I put my knifes behind my back and Bucky had added a hand gun to my belt as well. He had told me it would make him feel less worried if I didn't just have knifes with me.

"You got everything?" Bucky asked coming closer and strapping his riffle to his back. "I do." I told him showing off the gun he gave me. "You have enough bullets?" I smiled. "I do. Don't worry. I am probably not even gonna use the gun anyway. So don't worry." I said smiling coming closer. "Besides.. I have this to protect me." I showed him the dog tags that were hidden under my shirt. "I would feel better if I was actually with you." He told me as he took the dog tags in his hand and gave them another look. "You know I need to check the facility. Who else is gonna make sure it is safe from a distance?" I told him smiling. "You really need to teach me how to fight with knifes." He told me as he pulled me closer to his chest.

It was always scary separating like this. Bucky was always somewhere behind up in the hills or between the trees. When I was somewhere at the front with Steve or Gabe Jones. I knew Bucky could defend himself, but I never have really seen him fight hand to hand.

"Alright. After this mission I will teach you a few things with me knife. Just don't do anything stupid." He laughed and nodded and hugged me a little tighter. I put my head down on his chest. Hearing his heart steadily pump. His warm embrace always calmed me down or just made me feel at peace. I breathed in his scent, he smelled like gunpowder and warm wood. "Be safe out there." I told him quietly. He put his hand up to my hair and started rubbing circles. "I will."

The mission had gone fairly well. We took out every Hydra member at this facility. But still no Tesserect. I mean how many hiding places do they even have? I feel like I have looked everywhere, but every single time there was nothing.

"Did you find what you where looking for?" Steve asked coming up behind me. "No, still nothing." I shook my head. It was getting so frustrating leaving empty handed every single time. "Did anybody know about what you were looking for?" Steve continued on. I wish someone did know as to where to find the Tesserect. "No, I need to find someone who is in some of the higher ranks they-.. Ahh!" My leg felt hot. I looked down and there was blood gushing out of my upper leg. I fell to the ground from the pain. In just a moment it would be gone, so I couldn't make a tooo big of a scene about it, but right now it hurt a lot and it was hard not to scream. Steve quickly jumped in action to the offender. He threw his shield towards the Hydra agent and he fell down.

"Y/n!" I heard coming from my right. Bucky was running down a hill towards me. "No! Stop!" I yelled. He didn't look if it was clear. Because behind the tree I saw another agent come out from hiding pointing his gun to Bucky's back. I quickly grabbed my knife I had behind my back and threw it at the Hydra agent. Bucky was trying to turn around and put his gun up at him at the same time, but the knife already hit the Hydra agent in his chest. In that moment the Hydra agent had pulled the trigger and hit Bucky in his right shoulder. "Bucky!"

My leg was not fully healed yet, but I bit down the pain and ran towards Bucky as fast as my legs could take me. Everything seemed to go in slow-motion from that moment on. I slowly saw Bucky fall to the ground and I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. Every step I took made my heart beat faster for the worry I had for Bucky. As I came close to him I dropped to my knees.

"Bucky keep your eyes open!" I said. I checked his shoulder and saw all the blood gushing out. "Are you ok?" Bucky asked me out of breath. "Worry about yourself, Buck. You need to stay awake." I had to heal him even though there were people around me. I looked at Bucky's face and saw it drain of color. His eyes were slowly dropping. "Stay with me." I told him as I put my hand on his bullet wound. I quickly looked around and saw that Steve was already running towards us. It was now or never I thought. I put all my energy I had towards my hand and it started to light up. White and gold swirling around my hand and going through Bucky's skin. I looked at Bucky's face again and saw his eyes snap open. It worked. I slowly lifted my hand up and saw that the wound was already as good as healed. There was still a cut left, but it was nowhere near as bad as it was before. This would be naturally healed in a little more than a week. My hand had stopped glowing.

"Are you ok?" I asked Bucky with hopeful eyes. "I-... I uh.. I'm ok. What happened?" He asked me as he sat up. Steve had caught up and dropped down next to us. "Are you ok! I saw you get shot!" Steve said. Bucky looked down at his shoulder. It was still covered in blood, but he could definitely tell something was off. He saw the wound, but it was small, but there was a lot of blood. He pulled down his shirt from his shoulder trying to see if there were more wounds, but that was it. He looked really confused. He slowly looked up at me. He tried to search my eyes for an answer. "I thought I got shot too."

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imgoldielikehawn · 6 years

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Hatred= Love? Drunk minds.. Sober thoughts

Rating: A for Angst

Pairing: Bjorn Ironside X WOC

Word Count: 2,173

AN: Only one more chapter left loves! Enjoy!

Chapter Before

As far as I was concerned Bjorn and I were finished. That night on the flight back home to the city I realized what had been staring me in the face all along. Bjorn did not want a partner, he wanted someone who raised children and did what they were told and that is not who I am.

What I wanted in life was important and he could not accept it then he could find another. I had made up my mind, I never wanted to see another Viking again if I could help it.

When I touched down in LA I packed away my things and made arrangements to move out of my old apartment. It was time for me to grow up and be an adult, No more Bullshit. I had a business to run. I was in my second week back at work when I was called into the my bosses office. I was worried that my extended trip away had hurt my chances at advancing within the company. I took a deep breath and walked into the glass office.

“Silve-Enah, Its good to have you back.” He Smiled putting down the papers he was holding.

“Its good to be back Sir.” I smiled uneasily unsure of where this was going.

“You practically made this company what it is today, but im sure you knew that already..” He crossed his hands on the wooden desk.

“Sir?” I was staring to feel uneasy and sick to my stomach.

“Your trip away made me realize two very important things; One you play a huge part in this companies success and two we can not survive without you!” He chuckled but I was holding my breath.

“It is my Honor to welcome you to the big leagues.. Congratulations Miss CEO…”

Those words turned my world completely upside down. All my hard work had finally paid off, id reached my goals. It was time to set some new goals and the first thing on my list was a home of my own.

I changed my Number, Changed my hair and did my very best to delete Bjorn from my life. I worked every day so I was kept extremely busy. When I wasn’t working I was moving into my new house. I spent the weekends decorating and working out. My new life was finally coming together and I had everything I could have asked for.

It was my first early Friday since the three weeks I had been promoted. I kind of had plans with Liza for the night but on the other hand I craved sleep. I hung my bags on the hook behind the door and went to let my German Shepard out of his kennel. Her name was Bourbon, she was a three year old rescue pup I adopted from the local shelter. Her Tags jingled and she jumped up to be pet and scratched.

I walked into the kitchen to fill her food bowl and then went to the laundry room to change into some sweats and a white tang top… Buh Bye bra!

I was looking at my wines on the lazy Susan when Bourbon started barking wildly.

Someone was at the door, figuring it was Liza I shushed Bourbon and went to the door. I opened it straight away without checking and was standing face to face with Ubbe. He worse a tan shirt under a leather jacket and jeans.

“Happy to see me?” He smirked expectantly.

“How the fuck did you find me Ubbe?” I frowned.

“I will tell you everything you want to know if you let me in.” He said and reluctantly I stepped aside so he could enter. Bourbon padded up to Ubbe wearily and sniffed his out stretched hand.

“She's kind of skittish so don’t be shocked if she wont….” My worlds trailed off as Bourbon came and sat right at Ubbes feet so he could pet her. She licked his hand and he scratched her between her ears. Ubbe looked over at me but just smiled smugly.

“Well then, can I offer you a drink?” I said walking back into the kitchen.

“I’ll have whatever you are having.” he grinned.

I poured us both a glass and watched him over the rim of my own has he brought his to his lips. New world clothing suited him well and he was quite handsome.

“Okay Ubbe, what are you doing here.” I sighed going to sit on the couch.

“You of course, you just disappeared and no one had heard from you. If it wasn’t for Lagertha and Ragnar, Bjorn would have already flown back here to look for you.” he chuckled.

“What do you mean?” I asked setting down my glass intrigued.

“Bjorn spent the first week searching for you in neighboring towns, but when he realized you weren't there he knew you’d flown back to LA. He was going to bring you back home but Lagertha and Ragnar told him he did not deserve you and that if you wanted to leave it was your choice and his fault.” He lifted his glass and drank deeply.

I laughed because he grimaced when he swallowed the mouthful. “It is not Ale Ubbe!”

“It sure isn't!” He blanched.

“I am not returning to Kattagat, No matter who tries to bring me. I have a home and life here, I am the queen of my castle. Bjorn does not deserve me.” I puffed out my chest and spoke firmly.

“I was afraid that would be your answer. I told him it was pointless to send me. If you had left I knew your mind was already made up.” He laughed softly and took another drink but this time it was much smaller.

“What would you do if you were me?” I dared. He did not answer right away but when he finally did it was quite profound.

“I would search my heart, it is impossible to be somewhere forever when your heart lies with another somewhere far away. I would ask myself if it was what I wanted.” he looked at me with the same Striking blue eyes as Ivars and Ragnars.

“The only thing I'm searching for is the bottom of this wine bottle.. I'm not going back with you.” I jumped up from the couch suddenly.

“Why, We both know you don’t belong here! You’re a warrior not some corporate puppet Silv!” Ubbe jumped up from the couch to meet my wrath.

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY YOU CAME HERE!” I had snapped. Everything that had been burning in my chest for a month was spilling from me.

“I CAME HERE BECAUSE BJORN ASKED ME TO!” he snapped back. He was leaned over the glass table pointing at me as he shouted.

“OH YEAH LETS PRETEND THATS THE REAL REASON YOU’RE HERE! YOU JUST WANT ME TO BE A MINDLESS FUCKING ZOMBIE LIKE THE REST OF YOUR WIVES AND WOMEN! WHY DON’T YOU TAKE YOUR VIKING SCUM ASS BACK TO MARGRETHE!” I was fuming and seeing red. The veins were popping out in the side of Ubbes neck. He stormed off from the living area to the front door, he got half way there and in a swirl of anger he turned around and came at me like a bat out of hell.

“Fuck this game, I'm going to get what the fuck I came here for..” Ubbe reached out quick and snatched me up the way you snatched a small child misbehaving. I crashed into him painfully hard and he smashed his lips against mine. I was shocked but it wore off fast and I reached up and shoved Ubbe away. He came for me again and I decked the shit out of him forcing him to finally step back. We both stood in the living room staring at each other…

“Ivar was right… Bjorn does not deserve you.” He turned from me and walked right out the front door. I could not move as Bourbon stood in the entrance way growling after Ubbe.

Ubbes POV

I held the towel to my face while I sat back on the bed in mine and Bjorns Hotel room.

“I told you she hits hard brother.” Bjorn Chuckled bringing me more ice.

“Well it was either that or getting mauled by Her animal.” I winced as I removed the towel and replaced it with ice.

“She's an amazing woman Ubbe… I have to get her back.” Bjorn held his head in his hands. Long gone was the arrogant man I had grown up with. He looked lost for once…..

Silvees POV

It was still pretty early after the altercation with Ubbe, I opened a second bottle of wine and sat with Bourbon on the couch. The kiss with Ubbe was amazing, Margrethe was a lucky woman but it did not stir a single thing inside my heart. There was only one man who could do that and somehow the truth of that statement saddened me.

I looked over at the table behind the couch at the black and white photo of Bjorn and I during our first Yule. I picked up my phone and slid open the contacts to Bjorns name. I still hadn't been able to delete it when I came back to the states. I knew he wouldn't answer because he was all the way in Kattagat.

I dropped my cell back on the couch and got up to put my empty wine glass in the sink. I corked the remainder of the bottle and put it on top of the fridge. Bourbon was curled up in her kennel but I knew I needed to let her outside one last time before we turned in. I patted my thigh and she stretched and followed me to the front door. I opened the screen and she took off out into the yard, I was standing in the doorway singing to myself drunkenly while I waited for her to come back.

My Lady Gaga Solo was interrupted when Bourbon started barking. I walked out on to the porch to see what her problem was and almost fell down the stairs.

“Bourbon shhhhhhhhhhh! Haha... Bourbon I'm drunk but her name is Bourbon she should be the drunk one.” I laughed to myself.

“You always did prefer to laugh alone…” A voice I knew so well came from the walkway making me look up from my thoughts.

“What-ter you doing here?” I said opening my eyes wide to see Bjorn. There was no use in trying to sober up.

“I came to see you but if you want me to leave then I will.” He turned to go when I didn’t respond.

“Wait…” I called out. Bjorn came back towards me and stood on the bottom stair looking at me.

I took the opportunity to really see him. For the last few years we had spent so much time fighting that all the good things about us had been forgotten.

“I am sorry Silve-Enah….Just take me for the brute I am and know that I don’t deserve you.” He came up one more step.

“Fuck-k na you don’t” I frowned. “ But we’re up shits creek without a fucking paddle because I'm in love with you, you stupid bastard.” I Held out my arms like a child and he wrapped his firm arms around my waist and my legs went around his.

“Take me home..” I Said buried in the crook of his neck. I had missed his scent so much since I had left.. I had no idea where were going to go from here but there was one thing I had to say before we went inside.

“Bjorn ?” I pulled away and clumsily held his face between my small hands.

“Yes Silvee.” he said.

I leaned in real close and whispered, “ Ubbe Kissed me.. But I punched him.”

“Thank you for telling me..” he chuckled.

“But you already knew that didn’t you..” I frowned.

“Maybe…” He leaned forward to kiss the end of my nose.

“Have I told you I hate you ?” I smiled.

“Almost every day of our lives together….” He smirked kissing my lips this time.