I know, I know. FOREVER! I got my wisdom TOOTH out (not even the other 3) and then life caught up with me. I now have tons of free time so I will be tending to my stories that I left behind so rudely. I'M SORRY.

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:.:Chapter Four:.:

Emme was woken up violently from her stomach churning with hunger. Gently rubbing her stomach, she turned over to see Ubbe sleeping like a log. His back was towards her, with the furs kicked down to his knees. Emme tilted her head after rolling on her back, carefully letting her eyes wander down Ubbe's small, but muscular back and then letting herself stop on his backside. It was perfectly rounded and firm with traces of blonde hair that sparkled in the light shining through the imperfections of the door. Her stomach let how a long and low grumble which reminded Emme that she was in need of some food and quickly or she would wake up everyone around them. Opening her one and only trunk she noticed her chemise that Gisla had made specifically for when Emme would bear a child. It was like a cloak, open in the front that could be tied around to keep it closed. It was made of silk and had lace that went around her neckline and down to the floor where the silk ended around her ankles. Emme grabbed a rope to loosely tie around her waist. This would at least cover most of her body even though she wasn't too concerned considering the noise out in the hall only died out a few hours ago, no one would be awake this early. She glanced over to Ubbe, who was still asleep and hadn't moved an inch since she left their bed. Her stomach made another noise, except this time she wasn't sure if it was from hunger or nerves from thinking the bed as 'theirs'. Emme opened the door slowly, making sure not to wake Ubbe or anyone else.

On tiptoes, she slowly made her way over to the grand table that was in the middle of the room. The chemise felt like water, gliding off her shoulders with every movement she made. Emme was starting to find it difficult to be quiet while trying to walk over bodies asleep on the floor and keep herself decent. The fire that was still lit kept the room warm and lit up the room with a hazy glow. Once she reached the table, she looked around and finally got a good look at just how many people were sleeping on the floor. Not recognizing any of the nearby faces, she got back to her original task, finding food. She kept one hand on the table to level herself and the other started reaching for anything she could find, all while standing on her tippy toes. Her chemise had started to fall down her right shoulder, falling a little bit more every time her outreached hand moved. This had loosened the chemise significantly, allowing the middle to open which then freed her right breast.

"Damn" She swore under her breath, while her fingertips kept reaching for the silver platter that held all the bread she could dream of. Before she could realize, there was movement to her right and then a light thud on the top of the table next to her. Emme quickly stood flat on her feet, looking around to see if anyone had noticed before looking back to see those intense blue eyes staring directly back at her. He was shirtless but not without the bracers around both wrists and hands. He had a devilishly handsome smirk that caused Emme to start feeling a different feeling in her abdomen which then caused her to remember how exposed she was right now. Her hand was grabbed as soon as it went up to cover herself.

"I don't think we were ever properly introduced. I am Ubbe's brother, Ivar." Smirking again, he pulled on her hand and arm, almost making Emme crash into his body and the table. Lifting her hand to his lips, he let them gently push against her skin, giving her an instant shock that was followed by goosebumps down her arm. Ivar. She finally had a name to that face that would pop up in her mind ever since she saw him for the first time. He never let go of her hand still slightly pulling on her arm to keep her close. His eyes drifted down her neck, then to her bare breast. "Please, let me help." His voice was determined but barely came out as a whisper. She looked down at his calloused fingers that were now making their way to her. Lifting her eyes, they were met with his. Ivar must have known magic, because she felt like she had no control over her head as it lifted up and down, giving him permission. He allowed his thumb to come up to her lip, pressing hard as he drug it down to her chin, dragging her bottom lip with it. Emme's eyes closed, allowing the feeling of his rough skin to leave its mark against her lips. Not realizing, she sucked in her bottom lip, tasting any of the salt that his finger would have left. Her eyes shot open as she felt Ivar's thumb stop in the middle of her breasts, allowing his other fingers to slowly graze over her uncovered breast. Each finger lingered over her nipple as it passed, each a little harder than the last. Emme's heart was pounding, which woke her from this magical trance that Ivar must have placed on her. He smiled, finally pulling the chemise back into place.

"Thank you." Emme said bluntly, straightening her back. "I woken up from not properly eating last night, but for some reason, I have lost my appetite." Ivar didn't miss a beat as a long smile emerged from his lips.

"Perhaps your hunger is not from not eating but you are hungry for something else." His eyes glanced down to her nipples which could be seen through the thin chemise. Emme glared the hardest she could, hating that he could read her body so well.

"Goodnight Ivar, my husband will be wondering where I've been if he wakes up." and with a quick curtsey, she began the tiptoeing process of escaping the feast hall that was now a million degrees hotter than it was the first time she entered.

As Emme pulled the furs over her body, her stomach growled in protest. She cursed Ivar, she was indeed still hungry, for what though, she wasn't sure.

Her eyes fluttered open as the bed shifted closer to her. Emme had taken off the chemise when coming back into the room, shoving it into the bottom of the trunk like it was poison. This allowed Ubbes arm to rub his arm underneath her bare chest. He hummed into her neck, the hairs of his beard tickling her sensitive spots, causing her to shiver.

"Mmmm, good morning my beautiful wife." Emmes eyes closed again, this time allowing herself to smile. She felt the muscles with her hand in his forearm tense as he grabbed her breasts roughly. She couldn't help but moan as she felt the pressure between her legs building. Between Ubbe's strong hands on her breasts, his lips against her ear and his fully erect penis pressed against her bottom, she thought she would unravel right then and there. Ubbe's hand had now traveled down her stomach until it reached the top of her slit. He used his other hand to shove his thumb in her mouth since she clearly couldn't abstain from the loud moan that was coming out. Emme sucked on his thumb hard as Ubbe pressed in circled against the most sensitive part of her body. Her hips starts moving along with this thumb which in return, rubbed against his cock. He quickly moaned loudly himself, only to stop after biting down on Emme's shoulder. She couldn't handle it anymore.

"I need you, now. Please." Emme said in one breath. He lifted his hand from Emme, spit and then wrapped his own hand around his member.

"Anything for my beautiful wife." and with one movement, he was inside of her. Her walls instantly stretched for him which caused Emme to gasp. He stopped moving, allowing time for her to adjust to him, but Emme had other plans. She started to move her hips up and down, grabbing his hand to place on her breast. He happily obliged, grabbing a whole breast with his one hand, rubbing her nipple between his fingers. Emme closed her eyes at the feeling and for a second, had thought she felt the same rough, calloused fingers she had felt a few hours earlier. The knot in her stomach had released, causing her legs to shake and her heart to race. Ubbe was right behind her, loudly moaning his own release. He kissed her shoulder before throwing his side of the furs onto Emme.

"I would like to show you Kattegat, Emme."

Margrethe entered after Ubbe had told Emme that he would get her to help her with getting ready for the day. She was still shy, only looking up for quick glances of the new bride in her rustled furs.

"Hello Margrethe." Emme pulled off the furs, showing red scratches on her naked olive skin. Quickly, she grabbed the furs. "I'm sorry, Margrethe. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable in any way. I've seen the way you and my husband look at each other. There's no denying the connection you two have." Still not looking up, Margrethe grabbed an orange gown from Emme's trunk and placed it on a chair. "I apologize again, I do not want to assume either." Emme grabbed Margrethe's hand before she could walk away. "I'm fumbling with my words. I do that when I'm nervous, just like you won't look at me when you are nervous." Margrethe quickly looked up with wide eyes. "I hope to be friends, that is all. Not enemies, not a competitor, just friends"

Her hands and eyes softened. "This will look lovely on you, the sun is shining brightly after disappearing for most of the day yesterday, you will shine in the crowd." Emme just shook her head, allowing Margrethe to dress her.

She was right. Emme was the center of everyone's attention as she walked around Kattegat with Ubbe. He had showed her the shops, the place to get fresh fish, the place to get thread and finally, the welder.

"You will need to learn to protect yourself, Emme. Especially when I will be gone on raids, I will not be able to protect you or our children." Her eyes widened. She was so protected with Gisla. Ubbe was right, she had to learn how to take care of herself...and any children they might have in the future. This was a different place, different people. She couldn't be so trusting, especially with old lovers.

"Ubbe, your mother needs you immediately. Its urgent." A skinny man with a long, braided beard had appeared before them almost instantly. He turned towards Emme, grabbing her hands.

"Excuse me Emme. I will come find you after this is done. If you walk over there" He pointed towards the tree line. "you will find the most beautiful flowers we have here." He bent down, kissing her cheek quickly before he joined the thin man.

In an instant, Emme was alone. Thankfully Margrethe had place braids in her hair, allowing it to stay out of her face as the wind blew. She pushed forward, in the direction that Ubbe had pointed too.

Her dress was around her shins, allowing for more movement as she walked up the steep hill that separated her from these flowers and the rest of her world. Turning around, she shielded her eyes from the blaring sun. There was her new home, tiny with movement from all its occupants. Her knees buckled as tears stung her eyes. This was freedom. This was her first experience of pure freedom. Her husband had encouraged her to walk up a hill, by herself, no guards to a place she has never been before. The wind blew her hair to the side, soaking up any tears it came in contact with. The gods must be unreal here, for this isn't something a woman could ever experience where she came from. Security and freedom at the same time, it was an unreal feeling. She had thought this would be punishment, a new land, new husband, new family, except it was anything but that.

"Oh Gisla, if you could truly experience this, you would never go back." She laid back, allowing her eyes to close.

"It looks like I keep catching you at your most vulnerable moments." Emme's eyes shot open and her whole body instinctively shook from the sound of Ivar's voice. She sat up, pushing her dress down to her ankles in the process.

"Or you are stalking me like prey." She pushed the hair out of her face while she heard him snort.

"Don't flatter yourself, cicada. We just happen to be in the same places at the same time. Perhaps its fate." He looked over, winking.

"Cicada?" Emme questioned this new nickname he had chosen for her and without speaking, he pointed towards her bracelet engraved with a cicada. Rolling her eyes and grabbing it with her hand, she turned it so the cicada was facing towards the ground.

"I am not your pet, you do not get to call me anything other than Emme." He didn't blink, instead looked down onto Kettegat. "What is wrong with your legs?" He stiffened and snarled.

"I was born this way and will live this way. Is that a problem for you?" He looked over with glaring eyes. Emme definitely glared back.

"Of course not. I just thought I would ask you instead of hearing it from Margrethe." He couldn't stop himself laughing after hearing her name, which angered Emme even more. "Did I say something funny?" Ivar looked over quickly before looking in the other direction and laughing even more.

"Oh Cicada. You have no Idea what you walked into." Her nerves were shot. What was Ivar talking about? She knew of the possibility of her husband having many lovers but Margrethe was becoming so much more with each minute passing. She stood up, dusting off her skirts.

"It was a pleasure as always, Ivar. I'm sure I will run into you once again, maybe this time while I'm using the pot, since you know, you keep catching me while i'm the most vulnerable." and before he could form a sentence, she was quickly jogging down the hill the best she could. She knew he would never be able to run after her, with how steep the hill was. Her speed continued on level ground, running into shoulders and arms as she sped through the crowd of Kattegat. Luckily she did not have to search hard for Ubbe, because he was in front of the hall with his older brother, Bjorn. She slowed down, catching her breath before she made her way in front of Ubbe.

"Ubbe, there is something I need to speak with you immediately about.." Bjorn looked at Ubbe and nodded his head, turning around and walking in the opposite direction.

"Is everything okay Emme? You are out of breath."

"Come with me, somewhere we can speak alone." Ubbe looked concerned but nodded anyways, pulling me behind the building to a shaded area towards the direction she just came from. He pulled her behind a tree, away from the hustle and bustle of the town and anyone else who would be able to see them. Before he could question what was going on, Emme pushed him back into the trunk of the tree. She looked at his wide eyes before pressing her lips into his. He was stiff at first, unsure of how to respond but then eased into her demanding kiss, grabbing her face in his hands. Her body reacted to the interaction almost instantaneously, trying to grab at the ties on his waist.

"Mmm, Emme, not here." Ubbe moaned into the top of her head. She continued by pushing down his pants, releasing his very hard cock.

"I need this, Ubbe. I need this right now." She pushed him down to the ground, allowing herself to drop on his lap, never letting go of him. Her face was next to his ear. "I want this." and without another word, he raised her dress up to her hips, quickly wetting his dick so it would easily glide in but realized he didn't need it once he was in. She was so wet already, ready for him. She took a deep breath as he entered her. She could feel every inch of him, different position compared to the night before. She inhaled his hair accidentally, overwhelmed by the scent of musk and cloves. Her head rolled back, completely overtaken with pleasure, except the only fingers she could picture rubbing her breasts were those calloused fingers and the only eyes she saw rolling into the back of his head was Ivars. She got up only to come back down facing the other direction. Ubbe grabbed her shoulders, pushing her down as far as she could. Her back collided with his chest and she rode him up and down from in front. She opened her eyes as Ubbe sucked on her neck only to see dark, stormy, blue eyes staring from the tree line above them. Emme knew it was Ivar, she would be able to recognize those blue eyes anywhere, even if she had only known of him for two days now. Ubbe was completely oblivious, grabbing at her breast and smothering his face into her shoulders. She reached down, grabbing his hands on top of her breasts, encouraging his roughness all while looking up to the tree line. She moved up and down, letting Ivar see every movement of her body as she fucked his brother. He will know his place, he will not be allowed to speak to me like he has been, he will know their marriage is nothing to laugh at.

He will know that she is Ubbe's. Not Ivar's, but Ubbe's. Not Ivar's...

And without blinking, Ivar cracked his knuckles and started walking into the woods.