The feast to celebrate the successful raid to the West was a loud and cheerful affair. It was held in Ragnar's longhouse, the Earl's Great Hall. The central hearth was lit as it always was and men of Ragnar's hird along with their wives and children sat at the long table as slaves served their food and refilled their ale or mead. Ragnar sat at the very head of the table with Aslaug to his left and Lagertha to his right. Maids took care of their young children, for the boys were still too young for such a vibrant celebration. Björn sat beside his mother and Athelstan with Þórunn alongside him — he had grown rather fond of the slave turned aspiring shield maiden. Floki and Helga sat beside Aslaug, across from Björn. Beside Floki sat Freja and then Rollo, directly across from Ragnar at the opposite head of the table.

Freja allowed her silver chalice to be refilled with wine as she admired the rubies that were embedded into the delicate filigree designs. They had brought back many similar items from their raid — chalices, jewellery, strange and luxurious garments. She inhaled the strong, fruity scent before taking a long sip. After she set it down, she felt a hand on her thigh and looked down to see Rollo caressing her through her dress. She placed her hand atop of his and he squeezed.

Amongst the laughter and merriment, Ragnar sat quietly at his spot at the head of the table and watched Freja through hooded eyes. Rollo was leaned in close, whispering something in her ear and she giggled in return. Ragnar couldn't help but notice how she bit into her lower lip as she stifled another laugh. At that moment, Ragnar envied his elder brother. There was no question that he wanted what his brother had.

Ragnar was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of a baby crying. He glanced over at Aslaug.

"Ivar," she said with a sigh as she stood to go and tend to their youngest son.

"Are you ready to go back to our home yet?" Rollo asked before drinking his horn of ale in one hefty gulp.

Freja giggled, giddy from the wine, "But Rollo, that would make us the first to leave! I haven't had my fill of excitement yet, I couldn't possibly be able to sleep,"

"The excitement can continue at home for I did not say anything about going to sleep," he replied as he pulled her closer to him.

"Still, let us stay for awhile longer," she said as she leaned in and kissed his neck, "And then I will let you pleasure me until morning,"

Rollo smirked at what his little shield maiden had said to him. He liked how the wine made her so bold. He wanted nothing more than to throw her over his shoulder and carry her back to their home so that he could have his way with her. He planned to have her screaming his name all night as he pleasured her. No one would hear for all of Kattegat would be either still partying or passed out drunk in the Great Hall. Until then, he would let her enjoy the celebration.

Rollo and Freja knew it was time to go when Floki had passed out underneath the long table with his horn of ale, that never seemed to be empty except for then. Many still drank and danced but Ragnar lounged on a pile of furs by the hearth with his arms behind his head. Watching, observing as he always seemed to be doing. Such a calculating man, Freja thought. Rollo's hand was on the small of her back as he ushered her out through the diminishing crowd. As she glanced back, she caught Ragnar's devilish smirk and his endless ocean gaze locked on hers.

Once back in their home, Rollo tended to their hearth while Freja undid the braids that were woven into her silky chestnut hair. She thought about Ragnar's eyes on her once again and the way he looked at her slightly unnerved her. She couldn't even begin to describe what she was feeling. Something about him drew her in, yet scared her at the same time. He was her Earl and her lover's brother. She loved Rollo and she was sure that it wouldn't be long before she was carrying his child.

She was broken away from her thoughts by the feel of strong, rough hands undressing her from behind. She took in a sharp breath as her dress pooled at her feet and the cool air surrounded her naked body. Rollo brought one of his hands to her hip and pulled him to her as the other found her breast. UHe began placing kissed upon her exposed neck as she leaned her head back into his bare chest. She could feel his arousal pressed against her backside through his breeches.

"All night I have thought about taking you," he said huskily as he ground himself into her.

"Then take me to bed," she breathed as she reached back to tangle her hand in his hair. He continued placing kisses on her neck.

"Not yet," he said between kisses.

Without warning, he had her in his arms and he placed her down on their table. She lay there on her back looking up at him, slightly confused. Her confusion dissipated when he was hovering over her body, his mouth on hers, kissing her hungrily. Her body was aching to feel him inside of he as he continued his relentless assault on her mouth.

He broke away and began placing kisses down between the valley of her breasts, down her flat stomach and then finally his face was mere inches from her centre. He glanced up at her through hooded eyes as she looked at him expectantly. The only light came from the burning fire which cast shadows around the room. Freja felt him glide his hands up her thighs and gently spread her legs apart. He put one finger at her opening and allowed it to become coated in her arousal. He sucked her sweet nectar off his finger, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He then began to pleasure her expertly with his mouth. He was ravenous for her body. Freja was absolutely feverish. Her body began to tremble and she felt her legs try to clench together, but Rollo was strong and kept them apart while he continued bringing her closer to the edge.

"Rollo...I need you," she said in between pants as she revelled in new sensation that he had just blessed her with, "Now,"

He obliged to her plea as he effortlessly picked her up and carried her to their fur laden bed. He set her down gently as he stood to remove his breeches, allowing his impressive manhood to spring free. Freja licked her lips in anticipation and the thought of finally having him fill her.

"I don't think I can go slowly right now," he said as he began to stroke himself, trying to relieve some of the built up tension.

"I did not say anything about going slowly," Freja replied as she welcomed the feel of his body on top of her.

He smirked at her words before poising himself at her entrance. He coated his head with her essence before sliding into her with one swift and deep thrust. She clenched around him as he mercilessly pounded into her. She was moaning loudly and screaming his name. His breathing was heavy and growing ragged. She scratched down his back — sure to leave marks — as she met her release. He followed not long after as he spilled his plentiful seed into her, her body milking him of his essence. They both lay there, sweaty and tangled up in each other before drifting off to sleep.