You had knot up your dress to your knees so it wouldn't get wet from standing in the water. With that self-made spear in your hand you were scouting the surface for fish. Your father was maybe an excellent fisher but you on the other hand ... you always got him mad when you came home empty handed. But that was your life, being the daughter of a fisherman and a farmer. You loved your mother side of the work more often than this, standing with cold feet in the water waiting until the fish were just to you and started to come closer again. But your timing was always bad, you spear sunk in the water without piercing a fish, leaving you empty handed so you had to wait again. You signed, turning around to the beach only to find Ubbe there looking at you. 'How long have you been standing there?' You asked with a shyly smile. He had his arms crossed before his chest, his braid over his shoulder, covered in enough fur so you got spontaneous warm from looking, or thinking how it would be to be in his embrace.

'How long you think?' He asked with a smile. You looked back to the water, the pointy edges of the spear.

'Long enough to see me fail?' You had to raise your voice a little so he would hear it. What really didn't suit you, you always were a soft talker.

'Do you need some help?' He asked not far after. You shook your head immediately, not wanting him, the prince of Kattegat to help out a simple farmers girl. Despite you were just that, you had two sons of Ragnar behind you, the two eldest, Ubbe and Hvitserk. Feeling that kind of admiring sparked your self confident.

'I will be fine.' You reacted, turning back to the water. But it the corner of your eye you saw him pull of his shoes, leaving that and the fur on the beach before walking into the water. 'I said I'm fine.' You repeated yourself when he was closing in.

'You're such a bad liar Y/n.' He smiled. You looked to that smile before your eyes traveled back to the water, almost shy for your own staring. He came to stand behind you, a hand sliding over your shoulder, arm, to the hand that held the spear. Your back rested against his chest and you bited your lip, looking over your shoulder to how he leaded your body in the best position to catch fish. He loved to touch you, guiding you almost. Ubbe was always so tenderly gentle with you. And how soft his touch may be, you felt warmth for feeling the little details. 'Stay focused.' He reminded you amused for your thought took another course.

'Yes, sure, thank you for learning me.' You whispered, not knowing if fish could hear you. His free hand sneaked around your waist, taking the spear so you were totally in his embrace.

'I would do anything for you.' He answered that, his warm breath tickling your neck as he watched to the surface over your shoulder. 'Can you stay tonight?' He asked, turning the spear a little as the fish started to swim around you again.

'How can you ask that while being so concentrated?' You asked tensed, knowing that spear could hit water any minute. He chuckled softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. But he didn't answer, he was focused and you almost startled if that spear sunk under water, causing the rumples over the surface of the steady bay.

'Because it's easy.' He said with a certain triumph, pulling the spear out so you saw the fish hooked on it. You screamed joyful, out of happiness you caught something and your father wouldn't be entirely mad at you. You turned around to Ubbe, eyes sparkling from excitement for your first real catch. Although you didn't do much, it made you happy. And clearly Ubbe to because he smiled that wide open smile, before pulling you in an embrace. He stroke with his thumb a strain of hair out of your face, enjoying the view of your happiness, how stupid it could be.

'Thank you.' You thanked him on a sweet innocent voice.

'You stay?'

'Maybe.'

'Please?' He begged even more innocent.

'Maybe.' You repeated yourself. He placed his lips on yours and your fingers felt like feathers against his jawline, hardly wanting to touch him because you always were to careful. His kiss was tenderly, moving you around in his arms so you hardly could do something else then you laughing. 'Good, I will stay.' You agreed. He kissed your cheek, your neck, soft pressures in a speed up pace before he pulled back and you had that outstanding view on his blue eyes.

'Good.' He said, giving you the spear with the fish. You looked down to it, smiling like an idiot while Ubbe walked back out of the water back to his shoes and fur cloak.

That afternoon you were helping your mother by getting into the village with her donkey to storage the hay for coming winter in one of the sheds. Everybody needed to pay his part in the working environment of Kattegat. Your mother was payed for this, you delivered. But transporting hay from the cart behind the donkey to the shed wasn't easy work, it wasn't even woman work. You stroke your hand over your sweaty forehead before pulling another bale into the shed. And to be honest, you really didn't wanted to store it in this manor, build up high so you had to climb two bales before you could stock. You tossed it on the second level of bales when you heard your name. 'Yes?' You turned around trying to look for who was calling out to you. From this position you hardly couldn't see the entrance of the shed. But you recognized the voice, who wouldn't.

'Where are you?' Hvitserk asked.

'Come and find me.' You challenged him. You and Hvitserk were different than it was with Ubbe. With Hvitserk there was always room to play a game, to joke around, while Ubbe was that tenderly kind of guy, meaning every act he did. You heard Hvitserk walking over the wooden floor, hardly suppressing a smile when he showed up. He looked up at you with that challenging cocked up smile of him.

'Do you want me to get up there to catch you?' He asked you playfully. Your fingers were playing a strand of hay, you looked at it, nodding on his words. It hardly took him second to jump on the first bale. You started to laugh, running away of the storage bales to the other side, sliding yourself off it back down. But he was faster, he was a Viking, he anticipated every move you made. The thrill of the hunt pushed the adrenaline through your body. And when he grabbed you around the waist from behind you couldn't do something else than loud laughing. You both lost balance, falling down to the first level of bales again where you both landed between the hay, messing up your hair and his. You were still laughing, catching a strand of hay from between his braids.

'You were looking for me?' You asked innocent. He turned around on his stomach, weaving his fingers through yours while pushing them aside your head in the hay.

'Found you.' He reacted satisfied. He kissed you, chest contacting with yours for which a shivering rushed through your body. Hvitserk was different, more eager, less careful. But you loved that as much as the tenderness Ubbe had. It wasn't fair, enjoying both the brothers like you did now. He let go of one hand and you laid your hand in his neck, getting lost in the kiss that grew every second a little bit deeper. You felt his hand on the leg from which your knee rested against his side. He pulled the dress up underneath his hands and touched your skin.

'Hvitserk.' You breathed heavy against his lips when his fingers trailed up over your leg.

'I want to touch you, can't I touch you?' He asked, lips caressing your cheek before he opened his eyes and looked at you.

'It's not fair.' You began, swallowing your own thoughts a little.

'What isn't?' He asked, relaxing his body and grip, removing his fingers from your skin.

'That I have affection for Ubbe to.' You pointed out. Hvitserk smiled, pecking your lips fast.

'As long as he doesn't mind and I don't mind what is the problem?'

'It feels like I betray you, or him.' You looked away but he leaded your head back by laying his fingers under your chin, gently.

'We don't mind. We will prove you.' He wanted to come up, all eagerly smiling again.

'Hvitserk.' You grabbed him with his clothes back. He looked at you, questionable. 'I'm still,'

'and I respect and admire you, don't be scared.' He winked, jumping of the bales and walking away, leaving you there to doubt this relationship with both the brothers yet again.

The water of the lake was cold, but not in a way it annoyed you. Besides you had to much distraction with Ubbe pulling out his clothes. You stroke your hands over your face, stroking the strains of wet hair out of your face, not being able to look away from him. Your eyes followed the muscles through his chest, the strength in his arms, following every step of his naked body while he stepped into the water. You felt insecure, not because you were naked to, not because it was Ubbe but because what Hvitserk had said, that they would prove their loyalty towards you, towards each other. The lake wasn't deep, deep enough to swim but not that deep so you couldn't stand. His chin floated over the surface while he slowly swim closer to you. 'Did your father liked the fish?' He asked. You smiled, appreciating the fact he tried to get the tension away out your body. When he was close enough you wrapped one arm over his shoulder, around his neck. His hand traveled to the small of your back, pulling your body against his, skin against skin.

'He was very proud for once.' You whispered, stroking your hand over his head while you studied his face. 'Why are we doing this?' You asked softly, connecting your forehead with his.

'Because I love you. Remember the first time I saw you?'

'Yes, I was trading stinky fish.' You pulled your nose up and he chuckled.

'Exactly, stinky fish and I still saw you standing.' He made his point. You rubbed your nose aside his, kissing him in a short moment. He wrapped his both arms around your body and you smiled, insecure, against his lips.

'But Hvitserk,' You began.

'We are young, he loves you equally, let us all three have this. If you need to choose one day, so be it but until then you need to let go of that fear Y/n.'

'I don't want to set you against each other.' You started desperate. Knowing that you maybe one day would have to choose, you rather choose none of them then.

'If Ivar can't tear us apart, you neither.'

'Ivar is your brother.'

'And you our lover. Trust us.'

'I do.' You nodded softly. From meeting on, you trusted the Ragnarssons, or at least those two. About the other two you weren't even starting to talk. He kissed you again, tenderly, while his fingers started to explore your body, the curves of your breast, your ass and in some way, the water, Ubbe, the imagine of that scared feeling faded under water, leaving you not restless in his care, what wasn't hardly more than the sweet touch of his fingertips on your skin.

Covered underneath his furred cloak you walked closely aside Ubbe to his house. The moon stood high and you skin didn't felt cleaner after that bathing in the lake with Ubbe. You giggled about his joke when you walked into his house only to meet Hvitserk, sleeping on the bed. 'Really?' You asked with a smile, turning around to Ubbe who stood aside you, laughing with his own brother. He shared this house, not only with Hvitserk but also with his other brothers, the fear that they would show up was tempered by Ubbe his reassuring. Sigurd was out hunting and Ivar with Floki. Seeing Hvitserk lying there was kind of temping, to wake him up. He looked so peaceful, so innocent.

'Go on.' Ubbe gave you a little push before he walked back in the other room. You heard him taking a cup so you looked back to Hvitserk. Slowly walking over to the bed, crouching aside it.

'Hvitserk.' You asked softly, tugging his shoulder. He groaned something, turning for the better but not waking up. You bited your lip, over thinking your own thoughts. You looked over your shoulder, but no Ubbe. You placed your hand aside Hvitserk his head on the bed and placed your lips on his. It took him a few seconds before he reacted, opening his lips to yours. His hand found your neck, pulling you over his body on the bed, you giggled while he turned his body around on his stomach, embracing you totally.

'The best way to wake up with, is with that cute giggling of yours.' He said hoarse.

'It looked so tempting, sorry I waked you, couldn't really resist.' You caressed his face, searching his eyes in the darkness.

'See how hard it is for me to resist you.' He commented on his earlier words of today to touch you. He tickled you and you started laughing again, slapping him against his shoulder until you came short of breath.

'Hvitserk!'

'Yes, love.' He smiled down, kissing you eagerly. You laid your hands on his neck, enjoying his weight, enjoying his taste, hardly noticing Ubbe joining on the other side of you until he kissed your neck, a hand traveling down over your body.

'Stop it, the both of you.' You tried to be stern but really, you had lack in confident.

'Repeat that again but more demanding now.' Hvitserk advised you, looking over you to his brother who chuckled.

'Please boys.' You begged again.

'We won't harm you Y/n.' Ubbe promised. You turned on your back, looking from the one to the other.

'But I'm afraid of harming the both of you.'

'We manage, we survive, we are brothers, not even a woman as fair and beautiful like you can take us down.' Hvitserk smiled.

'For everything a first time.'

'Sush Y/n.' Hvitserk stopped you, placing his lips there were you couldn't complain again. You gave up, let them both have you for the moments you could. Ubbe was right and you knew deep inside you were the most lucky girl Kattegat had. Hvitserk let loose of your lips but you got Ubbe his in the place. Hvitserk trailed his hand down, pulling your dress up like he did that afternoon, caressing your skin up ... and you let him for you fully were committed to Ubbe with your lips. Hvitserk moved his hand up, between your tights and your gasped by the feeling it caused within you.

'We won't harm you.' Ubbe promised your lips as Hvitserk started to rub you there. You hardly could focus on Ubbe, to caught up in the feeling. They promised you to prove themselves, be sure they did, on many different ways until you hardly could tell how many different ways there were to do certain things. Leaving you completely tired between their bodies.

Waking up you did between the heat of their bodies. You opened your eyes, looking towards Hvitserk who was smiling down to you. 'Rise and shine.' He greeted you with a cocky grin.

'Hardly.' You whispered. He stroke your hair out of your face and laid his head aside yours, stroking his fingers through it.

'You're a tight sleeper.'

'What did you expect after this night.' You yawned and he chuckled softly. You snuggled your face against his shoulder and took in his smell, placing a kiss on his collarbone. Hvitserk pulled a little back, admiring your sleepy head before he placed his lips softly against yours.

'You enjoyed?' He asked then a little amused.

'I don't feel my body.' You stretched, way to tired to get up in the first place. 'Yes, thanks to you boh.'

'All our pleasure.' Hvitserk bowed his head. You slapped him against his head and looked to the other side towards Ubbe who was still sleeping.

'Do you both have somewhere important to be?' You asked finally, turning back to Hvitserk.

'What is important is in this room.' He winked.

'Funny.'

'No. You can catch on to some sleep, we will be here when you wake up.' He reassured you. You murmured something hardly understandable before snuggling up in his embrace again, knowing having them both was very selfish and dangerous in some way but hardly caring in the moment.