Because the Vikings need love too :D!

Plus, were talking about the Viking age in History right now xD

-emmy

Ps -The title of the story is Norwegian for "Growing Love." XD

You weren't quite sure as to what was happening. People around you were running around, trying to avoid running into people who didn't look like they were from where you were. Your village, you came to realize when you saw people getting slaughtered, was under attack. By who? You assumed it was by the ones people called the Vikings. Not sure as to what their intentions where, you stayed in the safety of your small hut, tears leaking from your eyes.

Worry soon took you over when you realized that neither your mother nor father were home with you. What….what if they're dead? You thought, curled up in a ball in a corner. The bottom of your dress was drenched with water, for you had ran your way through a crowd of people, hitting a puddle here and there to get to your small house.

Pushing back some of your dark brown hair; you watched the commotion outside, only to have to look away as a man with a sword sliced up a villager. The man who just slaughtered the other outside then turned towards you door and advanced towards it. You were paralyzed with fear as the front door was brought down and the large male entered, followed by a smaller one. The taller glared at you, blue eyes so intense they gazed right into your soul.

Suddenly, the male smirked dirtily. "Why you're a pretty little one aren't you?" He kneeled down on his knees in front of you, grabbing some hair. Pulling on it, pain radiated from your scalp as he forced you to look at him. "Yes, you are very pretty…"

Both his hands were wrapped around your wrist as he pulled you up. You gasped at the force the man had over you.

"What are you doing with her Mathias?" The smaller one asked, voice leaking no interest.

The man who you assumed to be Mathias smirked, "I'm bringing her with me Lukas [1]." He turned towards you, a devious smirk playing on his lips. "I can't just leave a pretty little one here alone now that we've killed everyone here."

You gasped, tears falling more heavily from your eyes. Your home… mother, father and family… everything but you, was gone.

Weakly, you tried breaking away from him, but it proved pointless as he gripped you tighter and began moving forward again. You attempted digging your heels into the mud, but it failed and you were brought to your knees instead.

He glanced back at you before tugging on your hands again to get you up. "It seems she doesn't want to go though." The one named Lukas announced.

You glanced at him before Mathias chuckled, "I'll force her to come with me." His voice leaked danger from every corner. "Even if I have to drag her by her hair."

You grimaced as he tightened his grip on you once more. Turning forward, he started walking again; Lukas staying behind to make sure you didn't try to escape again. Mathias was right, Lukas thought to himself as he looked you over. You we're quite pretty… No, he thought, for a woman from a different land, she's rather beautiful, he completed his thought before moving on to a much more explicit one. Lukas couldn't stop his ravenous Viking side from taking over as he thought of all the possible ways to ravish you, though he knew he would never be able to perform a task of any sexual activity with you, for it seemed Mathias wanted it much more obviously than the Norwegian male.

1-Fandom name for Norway xP