Because I am in AP US History and will be taking the AP US exam in May, I thought I might study a bit in a fun way, thus the idea for this fanfiction was born.

I am very aware that Vikings were Vikings and did not live in America, but this is a fanfiction and anything is possible.

If you aren't an American, I still hope you stick around for this. It's going to be lots of fun. And there will be sweetness and heartbreak and of course, our favorite nerds.

As the son of a wealthy plantation owner, Henry never really had to worry about much. His mother had died when he was not even a year old, but otherwise, he had a perfect life. He lived in a big, beautiful house and had a good education and he could afford just about anything he wanted.

One thing he did worry about, however, was how his father made the money that gave them such luxuries.

The rows and rows of cotton and the people his father 'employed' who worked in those rows on the hot Alabama summer days, who went back to little wooden shacks with dirt floors at night.

He hated it. He hated to be affiliated with such a terrible thing. He hated that his father was okay with the enslavement of people just because their skin was darker than his own.

They didn't have the biggest plantation, far from it, but it did bring in quite a profit.

Henry and his ever loyal black lab, Toothless, had made friends with a good deal of the slaves. He had secretly played with their children when he was a boy when his father wasn't home. He still went to spend time with them when he could, but that time was diminishing.

A war was coming. It was just on the horizon. Henry could see it. They had already succeeded from the Union and President Lincoln was furious.

He knew his father wanted him to fight for the Confederacy, but he had no intentions to fight against the North. They were right about everything. Dixie would surely loose the war anyway. The Union was industrialized and urbanizing, the Confederacy was agriculture based and rural and it had less people to fight.

If anything, he would fight for the Union, but anyone could tell you that he was clumsier than a newborn foal.

He was trying to figure out how to sneak into Pennsylvania and keep away from his father. But he couldn't. Not yet, anyway.

Astrid would never be able to get away from her parents until she was married. And they were still a few weeks away from their wedding.

They hadn't exactly wanted to wanted to get married so early, but they had discussed it and felt like there was no other way to get out together.

Astrid was a Southern Belle in everything but attitude. She was slim and pale and shoved into nice dresses by her mother, but she could wrestle a grown man to the ground if given the opportunity. She was by no means dainty or gentle.

She was as against the Confederacy and slavery as Henry was, but she hadn't always been. When they were fifteen, they had became more than just acquaintances when Henry had introduced her to his friends. She was shocked that he called his father's slaves his friends, but she got over it quickly. They were fun and friendly and she became friends with them too. She also made friends with her own family's slaves, which proved to be rather hard because her mother rarely let her out of her sight when she was home.

Some of the girls would tug Astrid away when she was with Henry and quietly giggle with her about things if they had the chance.

They all knew about the wedding and were over the moon about it. Henry supposed they thought that he would take over for his father then and things would get better for them. It would happen that way if only he and Astrid were staying. They would tell them soon.

They would free them all if they could, but their families would never stand for that. The most they could do was go to the North and hope that their friends would all be free after the Union won.

Leaving was almost a death wish, but they were going to be fine because they would be together.

His father had always said to fight for what he believed in. Technically, he wasn't going against him.

A/N: This is just the beginning! I might come back to this setting at some point. I hope you liked it! I'm thinking World War I next? What do you think?

Thanks for reading!

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