Summary: This was requested by anonymous: 'Can you do a Ragnar request plz where ur a princess in England and he comes over with his army to England (rolla, flokia). He meets the king cause they're making an alliance, then him and his army meet the princess. He takes a liking to her because she's cheeky, likes riding her horse and sneaking off into the woods, and goes into the woods in secret to practice her shooting with her bow. Then the king and Ragnar make a deal that she has to marry him and she finds out when it's announced at the feast.' I hope you enjoy it!

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

(Y/LN)= Your last name

(Y/F/N)= Your father's name

Warnings: None

A/N: I'm going to use quotation marks instead of speech marks when the characters are supposed to be speaking Old Norse.

I sat at the window in one of the towers of my family castle, looking out across the land. A huge army was heading our way though not to battle. Vikings were here in England now, raiding and claiming land. When I first heard of this, I was petrified; they were known for their victories in battles. But my family were lucky, we had a history with the pagans, a good one too. Hopefully that would be useful.

My great-grandfather befriended one of the vikings rulers, making an alliance. Since then we had relied on that to keep us safe from them but there seemed to be a problem now. I prayed everyday that my father would fix this.

The vikings were going to take the whole day to get here. Why waste the day watching them? Jumping from the window ledge, I made my way out of the castle and sneaked towards the stables. Along the way I watched my people, all of them looking nervous at the thought of Vikings coming to negotiate; we had forewarned them so that no fighting would commence. As I entered the stables, my horse made a noise of greeting, nudging my body with his head.

"Shh, father doesn't know I'm here, as usual." I whispered, starting to saddle him up. Under his blanket was my bow and some arrows, hidden from the rest of the world.

I had gotten so used to this now. Father didn't mind if I went out riding, as long as I had a chaperone. But that was so boring, how was I supposed to gallop through the forests and explore new parts with someone on my tail? Due to doing this most of the time, I knew how to get to the forest without anyone spotting me and once again I had achieved this. My horse was very strong, he was faster than all the others causing the wind to increase and make me feel like I was flying.

We stopped as I got deeper in, the training space our guards used coming into view. Smiling to myself, I hopped off, tied him up before cheerfully walking to the targets. From a young age I had always been interested in fighting though no one would show me. However whenever my uncle visited, he would sneak with me into the woods, going behind my father's back to train me; we could only cover archery though. Over the years I had improved immensely but no one would see that.

Just as I shot the first arrow near the bullseye, I heard crowds of people and horses. That must be the vikings. They travelled fast. Running towards the noise, I wanted to see if I could see them. Looking out, I could just about spot them coming over the hills. My heart started to beat faster with excitement. Although my father would not let me learn how to fight or go anywhere by myself, he taught me about the pagans, they were just fascinating.

Throughout training, I kept on checking the progress of the vikings and how close they were. When I decided that they were almost here, I made my way back, smiling the whole time. It turned out I underestimated the pagans as they were already there when I got back. Quickly climbing off my horse, I gave him to one of the stable boys before rushing to the front castle steps. Father, his courtiers, guards and the vikings were all there, everyone watching as I ran to them.

"Sorry, sorry, I did not mean to be late." I could feel the blush form on my face.

"As I was saying, my daughter would not dare to direspect our guests by turning up late." my father stated, pulling a was out of my hair.

The group of vikings chuckled, diverting my attention to them, or rather, one of them. He stood in front of the group, clearly the leader. His blue eyes were what captured me, he had a strong physique about him too; I loved his hair as well, quite a few of these men were gorgeous.

'Forgive me, I did not mean to disrespect you.' I spoke their native tongue.

The leader seemed surprised, speaking English."You speak very good Norse." His accent was thick.

I smiled.'And so is your English.'

This was only a very small portion of the vikings. Some were guarding the boats, Some were camping outside our walls and this small group was here to negotiate. I learnt that the leader was the great Ragnar Lothbrok I had heard so much about. The rumours were true; he was strong, smart, witty and handsome. My father had announced that there would be a feast tomorrow to honour our guests as well as whatever agreement we came to. Unfortunately I did not speak to any of the vikings again, but Ragnar was in my dreams that night.

The next morning we had guests at breakfast. Ragnar, his brother Rollo, friend Floki and some of his other advisors. I sat next to my father, across from Ragnar, a nice compliment to my breakfast.

Ragnar was the first to speak."I thank you for your kindess and for letting us stay. We are glad that you want to create an alliance."

"Of course Ragnar, it is an honour to have you here. We shall discuss this later though, when my daughter is no longer present."

I raised an eyebrow at him, trying to not scoff. Ragnar spotted this.

"Why can't your daughter be here? Does she not get a say?"

"She is a woman, they don't have a say in most things."

"Well, from where we're from, women are very, very important. They're are many shieldmaidens, probably better than most of your men."

I smiled, looking at him from under my lashes. He smirked back, winking as well.

After breakfast, I was told that I had to attend some lessons, which I would obviously not. As I walked through the corridors, I could hear someone following me. Before I could see who it was, Ragnar turned me around, still smirking like earlier.

"Princess." He greeted.

'King.' I said back.

"I do not have a lot of time left in your kingdom. Please, would you show me around your home?"

I really wanted to, ever so, but I knew what others would say."I do not think that is wise."

"Why not?" His smirk never faltered.

I did the same, beginning to walk away."Because it is frowned upon for a man to be left alone with a woman, especially a funny foreigner."

He caught up to me."Funny foreigner? So you treat all your guests this way princess?"

"No, only the ones in interested in."

Of course I showed him around. It would be out of my nature to obey my father's orders. Ragnar did not seem phased by the looks we were given or the fact he was risking breaking an alliance. It felt risky, and I liked it, it gave me a sense of excitement I hadn't felt before. All men I had come across before were so boring, always playing by the rules or scared stiff of my father. But not Ragnar.

"And this is where the men train." we had somehow ended up walking all the way into the forest where I had been earlier. Being with him, it felt as if time didn't exist.

"Have you ever been here? Trained I mean." he asked as he inspected the equipment.

For some reason, it felt as if I could trust him."Only in secret. My uncle trained me in archery for a while but he left. I'm still not very good."

Ragnar looked at the target where my arrow still was then back to me. Pursing his lips, he gestured for me to go to him. My feet moved before my mind could decide. His hands went to my waist and I slightly gasped at this close contact.

He stood behind me, hands still."Shh, I'm helping you." he whispered, shivers going down my spine.

He began to position me the way you would stood whilst shooting. I could feel his body so close to mine, yet at the same time it wasn't close enough. After he felt that I was in the correct stance, he snaked his arms around mine.

"W-what are you doing?" I stuttered almost silently.

"I'm helping you to shoot better."

"But there's no bow...or arrow."

"We don't need one."

I loved the feeling of his hands grasping onto mine, mimicing the feeling of aiming. Our heads were touching as we looked at the target.

"Now, fire." he instructed.

I listened, releasing my breath I had been holding as I did so. God, what was this man doing to me?!

After that flustering moment, we carried on walking together. He acted as if nothing had happened but I think I was the quietest I had ever been in my whole life. Ragnar knew he had got me, I bet he was like this with women all the time; I didn't mind it though.

The feast was finally upon us. As my handmaidens helped me get ready, I decided to wear my most beautiful (somewhat revealing) dress, wanting Ragnar to be amazed when he gazed his eyes on me. This man was amazing. I had barely talked to him and he already had me wrapped around his finger. Now I wanted to do the same to him.

The sound of music but me as I entered the hall as well as the smell of mead and food, and the heat from the mass of people. Out of everyone in that room, my eyes still landed on Ragnar first. It seemed that he had done the same as he made his way over.

"Princess," he licked his lips as his eyes looked me up and down,"you look ravishing."

I grabbed some mead, looking elsewhere.'King, might I say you look...less barbaric tonight.'

He chuckled."Thank you. But I think we both know that you like that about me."

"Do I? I'm sure there's a few more things I like."

The flirting was interrupted by my father standing from his throne, holding his hand out for the music to be stopped. Everyone turned to face him, wondering what he would say.

"Friends, family, I thank you for attending this feast. Our friends from across the sea have come to our country, and although they may be enemies of some, they aren't to us." he raised his cup to Ragnar who did the same."My family has been close friends with their people for many years but now I feel that the alliance has to be made stronger. We respect these people, we want to remain close allies. Which is why I have come up for a way that the bond can never be broken."

"And what would that be my King?" Ragnar asked impatient as he drank more mead.

"For you and my daughter to marry."

Surprisingly there was an eruption of cheers and applause from my people and the vikings. I was shocked by all this. Me, the princess was going to marry a viking, not some good moraled, boring Christian man! This was such good news, I could have a new, exciting life. Looking up at Ragnar, he was already smiling.

He leaned in close."Looks like you'll have to learn a little more than archery, my princess."

'Then you'll have to teach me, my King.'