This is my very first fic and highly unedited! Just wanted to get something out there! I own nothing except my own OFC! *Revised Ch1 8/13/17*

Chapter 1

Floki was sitting on the small beach in front of his home. He could see a storm moving in closer over the dimming horizon of the Fjord. Thunder, rain, he didn't move. He didn't care what came at him, for what did it matter? All that mattered was that Ragnar was dead, and Floki was left alone in the world. Helga had left him to sit on his beach hours ago, she knew he needed solitude.

He was almost in a meditative state when the air thickened around him, the pressure growing uncomfortable in his ears. His eyes shot open as lightning struck just a few yards in front of him, knocking him over.

As he scrambled back up he noticed that there, just before him where the sand still crackled, lay a woman. She didn't move as he breathlessly looked from her, to his home, to the sky. He couldn't believe Helga had not come yet, how could she not have heard? With nothing seeming to move around him except for the winds and seas, he stepped closer to the unconscious woman.

It was dark now, he couldn't make out much of her. He knew he couldn't leave her out here, mostly because he was immensely intrigued to know where she came from. What just happened? Who was she? How did she get here? He easily scooped her up and rushed her into the house, frantically yelling for Helga to make a spot for him to lay her on. His voice unsteady, his breathing heavy from adrenaline, he only noticed Ubbe, Hvitserk, & Sigurd as he turned from slamming the door shut.

As the three brothers stood incredulous and unmoving it was Ubbe who spoke up. 'Who is this Floki? What has happened that has you panicked so?' Floki tried to calm himself as he lay her on the furs that his loving wife had laid out.

Pacing manically, trying to put it all together to tell everyone, there was silence as Floki's voice was heard above the fire in the room. 'She came from the sky Ubbe. Lightning struck the sand and when it was gone, there she lay', his hands moving wildly as he described the scene.

Sigurd took a torch and ran outside to see the beach. He came back in the house telling his brothers that what Floki said must be true. 'There's a burst of burnt sand on the beach, with an almost undisturbed area in the middle, like the sand just burned around her.'

'Floki, look', Helga said softly as she was washing the woman's exposed skin from blackened sand. As the men gathered around, they could see markings upon her skin. Tattoos. On her left wrist she bore the symbol of Freya, and beneath that running the length of her forearm were Valkyrie wings. On the sides of her left wrist, under her thumb were the runes for warrior and joy. Then on her right forearm was Mjölnir. 'She is marked by the gods, what does this mean?' Helga raised her shaking head to look at her husband.

'I am unsure Helga. We will take her to the Seer when she wakes, but we must be careful that no one sees her. At least until we know more hmm?' Everyone agreed with Floki, who was still pacing, his mind no doubt still frantic.

Unbeknownst to them while they were speaking, the woman had awakened. Hearing their voices first, she was sure to open her eyes slowly as to not alert them she was conscious. She carefully eyed her surroundings, seeing what seemed to be the smallest of the men by the door in a deep blue tunic.

Catching them off guard she shot off the floor towards the man in blue. She swiftly pulled his sword from his sheath and put it to his neck, using him as a shield. Her brown eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings. Four men, one woman, small low lit room. Who were these people? How had she gotten here? What had happened? The blond woman had been tending to her but that didn't necessarily mean she could be trusted.

The air was thick with tension, no one making a move. With the door at her back she knew her only chance was to run. So with all her strength she shoved the blue tunic man towards the others, and bolted.