** This is a short story where Lagertha reacts much differently to Ragnar's suggestion of having two wives. It does contain some dialogue featured in the show, but for the most part this story is my own creation**
"To tell you the truth, I did not imagine you could cook," said Lagertha as she gazed down at the steaming plates of food that Aslaug and her attendants had set before them.
"I can't. My women cooked, I just bought the ingredients," said Aslaug with a warm smile.
Lagertha tried to hide her disgust. This woman could not fight and she could not do simple household tasks. What had Ragnar seen in her? Why did he make love to her instead of waiting to return home to his wife?
Lagertha watched the woman come around the table, to sit on the opposite side of her husband. Her belly was swollen, her child growing within her. She hated the woman without knowing much about her. She also was beginning to hate her husband.
"Looking at both of you here, in my home… I see no reason why you two should not get along together," said Ragnar, "you two are very different yet both are strong."
Lagertha wrinkled her nose in disgust. They were nothing alike. They never would be anything alike. The only thing they shared was they both had slept with Ragnar and each would bear him children.
"I have heard that similar arrangements exist all over this country," said Ragnar.
"What arrangements?" Lagertha asked.
"That an earl can live with more than one woman," Ragnar said.
Lagertha jumped to her feet, nearly knocking her chair over. "How dare you make such a mockery of me!" she cried. "Ragnar I am your wife! I don't want to share my husband with a common whore."
Aslaug got to her feet a look of anger on her face. "Excuse me but I am Princess Aslaug, daughter of Segred and Brunhilde I am no whore."
"Tell that to the child you have growing inside you," Lagertha yelled, "couldn't keep your legs shut?"
"Lagertha, please," Ragnar said, standing between them, "I love you and Aslaug is bearing my child, I cannot turn her away."
Lagertha felt angry. Her anger boiled within her, she couldn't handle this. She couldn't see her husband with another woman even if she now hated him.
She shoved Ragnar, causing him to fall backwards and slide across the table. Lagertha could feel the eyes of everyone on her but no one made a move to stop her.
Lagertha's eyes trained on Aslaug as she grabbed the ax that Ragnar had had beside him. Aslaug let out a scream as Lagertha crashed the ax into her, causing her to stumble back.
Aslaug clutched her stomach, blood pouring over her hands. Lagertha struck at Aslaug again, this time hitting her face.
"NO! What are you doing!" Ragnar cried. He came upon Lagertha, trying to wrestle the ax from her grip. But the adrenaline was pumping. She had killed Aslaug and she would kill him too.
She swung the blade, hooking him into the stomach. She shoved him back, watching as he coughed up blood. And that's when she felt a blade sink through her back.
"Odin doesn't smile down on those who kill in cold blood," Floki said with a laugh. Lagertha fell to the ground, coughing, her vision flickered and she knew she would soon be dead but so was Aslaug and Ragnar.