Growing up in KatteGat the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok were told stories of the mad King and his daughter, Khalessi mother of dragons. And how they concord the seven kingdoms.
Upon a stroll along the waterside two of the brothers, Ubbe and Sigurd disco...
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Walking along the waterfront of Kattegat, brothers Ubbe and Sigurd laugh and talk about old times. They had recently received word that, their father had recently come to a horrific death, and the brothers were determined to avenge him.
Taking a glance away from his older brother, Sigurds eyes fell upon a boat in the distance. It was much larger then their average Viking boats, even Floki would be impressed.
"Hey, who do you suppose that is" He asked, extending an arm out at the dark silhouette. The honest eyes of Ubbe glanced down at his younger brother, before following his pointed finger towards the boat.
His eyes widened, he had never seen a boat so big. Clearly they weren't from across their lands, and clearly they were not Viking.
"I don't know, but we must inform mother of our visitors" Ubbe replied, his voice worried, as he walked back towards the great hall. Their feet sinking into the sand with each step.
Queen Aslaug sat upon the throne in the great hall, discussing war with her youngest son. Ivar the boneless. When Ubbe and Sigurd came marching through the doors, clearly bursting with news.
"There is a boat coming ashore, a rather large one" Ubbe explained, his hand rested on the handle of his sword. Intrigued, Ivar scanned over his mother, interested in her reply.
Since his father had died, Aslaug was now full time ruler of Kattegat. She made all the decisions. So now she must decide, whether to fight these new comers, or whether to welcome them ashore and see what they want.
"Then we must prepare ourselves for guests" she smiled, waving her hand into the air. Many slaved women rushed into the room, setting up the large table in the middle of the room.
After a long travel Arianne was finally here, in Kattegat. It was a rather large village, larger then she expected. Many of its citizens were gathered around the sands, waiting to see who had come to their land.
Once docked, Arianne was met with two tall men standing watching her. They were rather young, both having long braids dangling down their backs. One extended a friendly hand out to her, offering to help her out.
Her eyes met with his, taking hold of his rough hand as he pulled her out of the boat. The brothers stood there silently, staring at the Princess and her strange army. They definitely were not Vikings.
"Please follow us" the taller brother said, walking through the crowds of men and women. "Careful I do not trust them" Tyrion whispered as Arianne followed them, her soldiers right behind her. Ready to attack if need be.
They led Arianne through the dark streets of the village, and into a large hut. Where a ginger headed woman sat upon a throne, young men sitting at a table in front of us.
The two brothers parted from the Princess and joined the younger men at the table. Picking up what looked like horns, and drinking from them. As her eyes scanned the room she couldn't help but notice that Hvitsirk wasn't there.
"Who are you?" The Queen asked, her voice demanding. Her arms stretched out on the arms of the chair, gripping them anxiously.
Tyrion stepped forward to speak but Arianne quickly placed a hand onto the small mans shoulder. Stopping him. He turned to her with confused eyes, but eventually nodded and stepped back into his space.
"I...am Arianne Targaryen" gasps echoed throughout the room, followed by faint whispers. Arianne noticed a dark headed man jolt his head at a blonde sitting beside him. Both having smirks on their faces.
"You are a fraud. Everyone knows that the last of the Targaryens died in the War of the Five Kings" the tall brother from before spoke. Raising from his seat and pointing a hand out towards her.
Arianne couldn't help but let out a small giggle, what he said was true. Everyone was led to believe that. The loud shrieks of the dragons echoed through the village, followed by the screams outside of the hut.
"Not all of us" she smirked, the Vikings shifting in their seats as the beating of the dragons wings. Arianne and her soldiers straight faces looked out of place, amongst the terrified looks from the people around them.
"Why have you come to Kattegat?" Aslaug questioned.
"I have come to speak with King Ragnar" Arianne answered plainly. She watched as the Queen glanced at the table of young men. All unaware of what to reply, how to tell her that he was no longer alive.
Before they could however, someone did it for them. "He's dead" came a deep voice from the back of the Targaryens soldiers. All heads turned to face the source of the sound, the soldiers moving out of the way.
Arianne's eyes widened as they met with the dark ones of Hvitsirk. He suddenly let go of his wife, Margrethe who stood by his side once he realised who it was. Arianne's heart tore slightly once she seen the woman that cling to him dearly.
"Forgive me Arianne, but are you married?" Came a woman's voice from behind her. The Princess's attention turned back to the Queen, as she rose from her throne and walked towards the young men. All of their eyes upon her.
Clearly she was thinking of offering her sons as a hand for Arianne. But she wasn't quite interested. "I have no need for men in my life your Grace, I already give my love to someone" as she spoke she brought her small son to the front of the crowd.
"This is my son, Ævar....Lothbrok" once again gasps filled the room. Aslaugs eyes scanned her sons, one by one, requesting answers. Sniggers escaped Ivars lips, unable to sustain his laugher. He knew exactly who was the father, and he was enjoying the atmosphere of the room.
