The Young Seer |Vikings|

Chapter Three

I run into the market to pick up food. I wasn't making progress into understanding my visions and that irritated the Seer. He needed me to leave for a bit.

I pick up some salted meats, eggs, herbs and weak ale. I went over to the vegetables and was greeted the the noises of the stupid boys I hated. It was Erik and Børge with Sigurd. They had their weapons on them, they must have got done practicing combat.

I turned away, hoping not to be noticed. I hoped Erik would notice a pretty slave to have his way with instead of noticing me, the young Völva.

I pretended to be interested in a tomato, but I hate tomatoes. I bit my bottom lip, hoping I was invisible, but you stood out if you obviously were from a higher rank. My gowns were more extravagant than a typical person's. I was clearly not a typical commoner. My gowns made me stick out like a sore thumb.

"My little Völva." I heard Erik sing.

I groan to myself before turning around to face the three tall men. Erik was attempting to grow a beard. He wore his dark hair long in braids. Børge had his hair in the same way, but what made him stand out was the scar that ran down his face from a brawl.

They had tattoos, Børge had one on his face. He looked intimidating, but he was a raging idiot. Sigurd was the blond of the group and looked weaker in comparison. His clothes were way nicer than any of us, showing his status with his nice armor and weaponry.

"Good morning gentlemen." I greeted with a forced grin. I turned to Sigurd and gave him a small bow. "Prince Sigurd."

"Mother has mentioned that she'd love it for you to join us for supper sometime." He replied with a smirk.

"It'd be an honor." I beamed. "That's very kind of her."

"I'll let her know you would love to join us. She'll be delighted to hear from you."

"Why don't you ever join me for dinner?" Erik asked me, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Because why would I want to eat with you? So I can watch you flirt with a thrall and get rejected?" I questioned bitterly. I heard the boys snickering.

"If you came for dinner, there wouldn't be much eating." Erik winked.

I cringed my face. "The gods say, drop dead." I growled.

"Awe, you don't mean that." He said softly, grabbing my hand.

"Come on, stop bothering the Völva." Sigurd ordered, pulling him away. "Have a good day, Hedwig."

"You too, Sigurd."

I felt like I needed to wash my hand after that interaction. I carried on with my task before returning to the Seer. I handed a basket to the monk. He gave a brief grin.

"What took you so long?" The Seer asked.

"I got stopped by some hooligans." I replied before joining him for a midday meal. "Erik decided to flirt with me." I scoffed. "But Queen Aslaug has asked me to join her for supper."

"I don't like the sound of that."

"Why not?" I questioned.

He put down his fork. "She wishes for one of her sons to woo you."

I let out a laugh. "I doubt that. She is kind to me because I am like her." I shrugged.

"And she wants her sons to be with a respected woman, instead of fucking slaves and commoners. You will make her boys look good."

"But they are already respected, even though they stick their prick in everything."

"They are seen as scandalous. You are the key to a less scandalous appearance. They are attractive princes, making it nearly impossible for them to not whore around with their help. Ragnar wasn't much different."