The prompts are: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before", and "I want to hear you sing".

Warnings: none

Over time you had become your parents' saleswoman.

While your parents worked as tailors you were the one selling the final products, and taking the orders for the clothes from your costumers.

Your family had your own stand at the weekly market, having some of your fabrics laid out and people trying on non-custom-made tunics or dresses.

You were at the market all day, talking and being kind to people when a young man came up to you.

He was quite popular in Kattegat, being the most social of the sons of Ragnar, Sigurd.

He could play the oud beautifully, tell stories that made you feel you were right there next to him, and his voice was like the voice of Bragi, the God of poems and music.

You had always admired him from afar, but had always been too shy to come closer or even talk to him.

Nevertheless you had been listening, like all the other girls your age that swarmed around him.

You were beautiful in your own way, certainly not a beauty that stood out in the masses, but if people looked at you they were often surprised by how beautiful you actually were.

When Prince Sigurd stopped in front of you and took a fabric into his hands your heart stopped, while you looked at him.

After a few seconds he put the fabric back, looking up and his eyes met yours.

Had you paid attention before you would have seen Sigurd watching you from a distance, until he decided to come and talk to you, under the pretense of buying a new tunic.

When his eyes met yours his smile faltered, and his mouth opened slightly, which in turn surprised you.

You had seen how swift he was in making compliments and flirting, so your surprise was genuine.

"What?", you asked quickly, your eyes searching his face, thinking that you might have something on your face or something similar that caused such a reaction, stepping over your timidity for a few seconds before it settled back in, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at how you had talked to a Prince.

"I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before", you heard him say and you gulped at it.

He had to be joking, because you certainly weren't very special.

Beautiful, yes, but not extraordinarily so.

"Then you must have never seen yours", you answered without thinking, which brought a cocky grin to his face.

Sigurd Snake-in-the-eye had an extraordinary condition, one eye looking like the one of a snake because the black in his eye was long instead of round, something that you had known of but never seen from close proximity.

Your reply had been true, his eyes were captivating, fueling your interest in him even more.

Sigurd chuckled before nodding towards the fabric he still had his hands on.

"I'd like a tunic made from this and... to take you out sometime", he told you, his eyes meeting yours again and your breath caught in your throat.

Before you knew it you were eagerly nodding at him, your blush now incredibly obvious.

"Yes, I'd like that", you answered him quickly, his grin widening at your reply.

From then on you saw each other on a regular basis and you voiced your interest in each other quite early on.

Well, Sigurd did and you agreed, and even though you knew he was popular with women you saw how he stopped looking at them in the usual extent, which made your heart fill with pride.

You weren't in a serious relationship but you were seeing each other, and though you were scared that he was playing with you as he was with many of the girls just like his brothers, he became more and more reluctant with

talking to girls.

With time you were always sat next to him during meals in the great hall, and when he was singing or reciting a poem or story his attention was focused on you.

You had seen him with the occasional fling, but he had never gone as far as he was going with you.

You hadn't slept with each other yet either, a record time for him, even you had to say so.

It was a relationship of mutual care and admiration, rather than only physical attraction.

He loved to take you on walks of small explorations into the woods or fields, and you loved going with him.

Afterwards you met every evening to eat or feast in the great hall.

Your favorite times were when he decided to play on his oud or sing, and you knew every word of the songs he was performing.

You certainly weren't obsessed with him, but you admired him greatly, like so many other girls, sadly.

But he seemed to only have eyes for you, which you were grateful for.

One evening in the great hall you were sitting next to him, coming from a walk in the forest as a kind of romantic getaway.

He had arranged for food to be there and found a beautiful spot with a lot of light and green... just like you loved.

When you looked at Sigurd he was smiling at you, fingering on his oud without making a sound.

"I want to hear you sing", you heard him say and your eyes went wide.

The great hall fell silent as it usually did when Sigurd readied his instrument and you looked at him in disbelief.

He chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before putting his hand back on the oud.

"I heard you singing my song when I was coming to take you for the walk earlier. You have the voice of a goddess and I would like you to sing with me", he told you smiling widely, and you nodded softly.

You did know every word of the song and if he sang it with you, what could go wrong?

When you finished singing you stared into each other's eyes, in wonder of how beautiful it had been.

You would have never thought that you would be able to sing in front of people and sound so good at it, but Sigurd seemed to bring out the best in you.

A silence lay over the room as the people watched you when Sigurd leaned in to kiss your lips and the people broke into cheers and applause.

Sigurd took your hand, standing up and lifting your conjoined hands over your head.

"The love of my life, everybody", he shouted, making you grow red in the face.

When you looked back at him you saw that he was staring at you, and when your eyes met the two of you broke into a wide smile, knowing that his statement was true for each of you.