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May include a bit of Hvitserk, who knows.
Maybe throw in some of Heahmund.
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Words:830 A/N: Sorry, but this is NOT A READER INSERT. However, this was a request. I hope this is good enough. I was binge watching game of thrones last night. (Yes, I only just started watching it). Therefore, if there is anything you don't like, please tell me. Please enjoy!
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Once the plague hit Kattegat, her mother sent Gyda away, scared for her well being. However, what they didn't foresee was the obstacle of her journey. Men, with long beards, blackened clothes and hoarse features ambushed the young girl.
She did not know how to fight let alone defend herself. Her heart beat rapidly against her ribs, vibrating through her petite form, as if a pulse covered every inch of her. Gyda's breaths were shallow as she watched on. The people accompanying her were slaughtered. Like animals they were left to rot amongst the earth.
Her hand was pressed firmly to her mouth, muffling her frantic breathing. But, they found her anyway. By the scruff of her neck she was dragged from her hiding place. The moon and stars were her only witness as she kneeled before them.
She would've been dead... If it weren't for Troy.
His brown hair was braided tightly back, just like her father's. While he stared down on her with his angular, scarred features, he saw strength behind those pale, green eyes. Gyda was always known as a soft and kind girl. At twelve she was already deemed a woman in the eyes of society. Thus, when Troy spared her, they took her as a hostage and travelled together. Much to her reluctance she grew comfortable around the small group of men.
Beside her saviour, there were two others, Sindri and Aric.
Sindri was short as he was skinny. However he was swift due to his small stature, allowing him an advantage against his opponents who preferred brute force. His blonde hair was left to sit on his shoulders and the features making up his face were pointed and long. Sindri's nose was the biggest one Gyda had seen. But, she had to refrain from voicing such a thought.
Aric taught Gyda all she needed to know considering her survival. How to build a fire, scavenge for food and hunt at that. Also, he threw in training, eventually teaching her to fight until she could beat all three men simultaneously. Even if unlikely, she loved such a life. They protected her and she wasn't left to marry and produce her husband's children. She couldn't deny that she missed all she called family. But, there was a freedom she possessed then that she didn't have before.
These were their roles when it came to the young girl. And Troy turned out to be a second father.
She did swear to go home, tell her mother she was safe and that it wasn't her fault. Gyda would in fact, thank her for being sent away. She had been taught things not even the famous Lagertha could.
She only saw them again when she joined the Heathen army.
Into the familiar great hall she strode, her sword at her hip with her brown hair efficiently pulled back in one braid. Troy, Sindri and Aric all walked before her, guarding the woman from prying eyes.
Never did she tell them of her past, only that she was willing to learn.
Amongst the drunken men, sat her mother. Instantly, she drew in a sharp breath. This would be the day she would apologise and beg for her mother's forgiveness.
Scanning the candle lit room, she captured a table of boys. Five to be exact, with a familiar man sitting beside the rest. Looking closer did she finally realise who he was.
Bjorn had worn his age greatly, like herself, like her mother. What were they to think, her just showing up with three, unfamiliar men at her side.
Bjorn had caught the shieldmaiden walking in. Her beauty exceeding many even if she looked just to be his age. Her strong aura wasn't foreign. No, it held the warmth of family, something he had been starved of for years.
Eventually, the younger sons of Ragnar noticed their brother's distraction. Causing them to follow his sights. Therefore, they spied their long lost sister.
At the time they didn't know it. They only praised her on her beauty. Whispering back and forth, asking each other who could bed her first, much to Bjorn's disgust.
"Shut up" He seethed, his voice like a feral growl.
"What, is someone jealous?" Ivar teased, hiding his smug grin behind his chalice. Actually, he went to no extent to hide his growing smirk.
"If you want to bed our sister, go ahead" he retorted.
At those words, the gulp of mead Ubbe had held in his mouth, forced itself from his lips and sprayed Sigurd. Hvitserk could only sit in shock as he expelled each thought he had of Gyda, replacing them with tips on how to keep his head. Therefore, he unconsciously rose his hand to his neck and softly stroked his throat.
Ivar couldn't help but heave with laughter. For once, he was thankful he couldn't get it up. At least he wouldn't have his older brother on his case, as well as the bitch Lagertha.
