A/N: I am seriously considering turning this one-shot into a fanfiction. I would, of course, include all the hot guys like Rollo, Athelstan, Bjorn, and continue with Ragnar. I would want the fanfiction to show Hilda and her sexual awakening. This one-shot is the precursor to the story, and I just wanted to know if you guys would like me to continue. So let me know in the review section:)

Warning: Sexual and Incestual Themes

"Miss Hilda, please do wake up. I have no time for your childish games." Elda pulled back the young princess's sheets causing the girl to reach for them once again while holding back a laugh. "King Ecbert is waiting on you Hilda; you must get up."

Hilda groaned and opened up her eyes. "Do I have to, Elda? Please don't make me go." The only response she got back from the servant was a glare. Hilda sat up in her bed and swung her legs out from underneath the covers.

"Come now, and I'll help you put on a dress."

The young girl made her way over to the old woman, her feet dragging across the floor. She held up her hands and Elda slipped the loose dress on over the girl. "Why does Father want to see me anyway? I thought he had business to attend to today."

Elda made a small noise, "Miss Hilda, you know I don't question the King's orders. How am I supposed to know what he would like to ask of you?"

Hilda sighed loudly and made a face while Elda tied her dress in the back. She always hated her visits with her Father, and she thought that today would be a day when she got a break from him. He has never requested to speak with her whenever he has business to attend.

"Come along dear." Elda lead the girl out of her chamber and down the hall. "He is waiting for you in his bathhouse."

Hilda refrained from rolling her eyes, always in his ridiculous bathhouse.

Elda held the door open for the girl and let her walk in first. "King Ecbert, Princess Hilda."

Hilda watched as the old woman exited the room, leaving her alone with him. The girl turned her attention back to her father in the bath. "Yes Father, you requested my presence." Although, she precisely knew what he would say next. It had become a routine for them both, and one that wasn't exactly to her liking.

King Ecbert smiled at the girl. "Join me, will you?"

Hilda was already beginning to untie her dress before she slipped it off her shoulders and let it pool at her feet.

"Your body has grown into that of a woman, Hilda. However, you haven't yet found a suitable husband."

The girl sat at the edge of the bath and then slowly lowered herself into the waters. She had to admit; it was a perfect temperature. She could see why her Father liked to spend most of his time here.

Hilda was going to try to stay on the opposite side of the bath, but her father quickly caught on to her plan and gestured for her to come closer.

She sat down on the ledge next to her father, knowing what he was thinking about doing. He looked over at the girl and pushed her hair out of her face. King Ecbert looked down at her naked chest and took a deep breath, "You have such beautiful breasts, Hilda." He reached out toward her and rubbed his thumb over her nipple. Hilda tried desperately, like all the other times, to just think about something else.

Suddenly the door opened, and Hilda moved away from him. It would have been humiliating if someone of importance found her father's shameful hobby.

King Ecbert, I present you Ragnar Lothbrok." A tall man curiously walked into the room glancing around as if he was King. He seemed to exude confidence.

"Ah Ragnar, I'm so glad you're here. Please join me." Ragnar chuckled and then began to strip, all while looking directly into Hilda's eyes. Hilda wanted to look away but found his strikingly blue eyes fascinating. He lowered himself into the water and finally looked at Ecbert.

"Who is she?"

Hilda felt the heat rise to her cheeks and neck. She glanced over at her father, expecting him to be embarrassed too but he seemed quite the opposite.

"This is my daughter, Hilda." King Ecbert looked proudly over at his daughter though she couldn't seem to fight off her embarrassment.

"Ah, how old are you Hilda?" Ragnar had a strange voice. She could tell he was foreign. The man looked at her curiously, occasionally glancing at her bare chest.

Noticing his stares, the girl had trouble getting her words out, "I'm... I'm sixteen."

The man spoke with an odd melody in his voice, "So you are certainly a woman now. Are you married?"

Hilda shook her head and tried to hide her body the best she could without being obvious.

Ragnar made a kind of humming sound to confirm he understood her answer. Even though they had stopped talking, he continued to stare intently at her until King Ecbert interrupted.

"Go ahead, feel her breasts. They are marvelous." Hilda immediately looked over at her father out of shock but remained quiet.

Ragnar moved closer to the girl and placed a hand over her left breast. The whole time he continued to make eye contact with her, which in any other circumstance would have driven her to feel uncomfortable but if anything it lead her to feel better about the situation. Ragnar's other hand placed itself on Hilda's lower back and was beginning to creep down slowly. He squeezed harder on her breast and felt her nipple in between his fingers.

"Aren't they great?" King Ecbert was apparently becoming a bit impatient with Ragnar's touching.

Ragnar gave her the slightest hint of a smile and pinched her nipple before letting go. A wave of arousal pulsed through Hilda's body and before she could stop herself, she smiled. King Ecbert immediately gave her a glare, and the girl hid her grin the best she could.

"Okay Hilda, you must leave now. Business is no place for little girls." King Ecbert made a waving motion and refused to look at her. Hilda was instantly insulted for not only calling her a little girl but dismissing her presence as if she was a dog.

The girl was exiting the bath and beginning to put back on her dress when Ragnar spoke up. "She is a woman, is she not?"

Hilda felt her smile creep up on her once again, but she swiftly pushed it back down. The slight defiance that Ragnar exhibited was the first time she had ever seen someone do something like that to her father.

King Ecbert made the dismissive waving motion again, "I suppose." She could practically hear his frustration in his voice. He must want something from Ragnar.

The girl pulled on the rest of her dress and exited the bathhouse, for the first time feeling satisfied. She just hoped Ragnar wasn't a temporary visitor.