Áslaug had not yet agreed to let Unnr marry Ivar. When she had made the arrangement with Lagertha it was unspoken, but assumed Unnr wouldn't pick Ivar as he was both the youngest and a cripple. Ivar knew it was only a matter of time, though, his mother never refused him. A commotion outside, distracted Ivar from his thoughts. His brothers called to him on their way out from the hall and Unnr followed.

"What's this about?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said, the annoyance ringing in his voice: "Come on!"

By the time they had gone out of the hall, a crowd had already formed. They pushed through to the front, Unnr standing just behind the brothers and wondering where Björn was. She recognized the man from her dream at once. He looked exactly as she had seen him in the blood-rain. He looked more like an old, mad man than a king. And certainly not the legendary Viking she had heard so much about.

King Ragnar addressed Ivar first: "Hello, Ivar, there is no mistaking you."

Ivar's face lit up with love for his father, despite his abandonment. Unnr was surprised that Ivar contained that much love and was slightly jealous that it wasn't directed at her. Her thoughts turned to her own father and she wondered if she would be that elated to see him after all these years. After a moment of thought she decided no, she wouldn't. Ragnar left knowing that his sons still had their mother.

Meanwhile Ragnar began shouting at his sons to kill him. "Doit. Doit. Doit. Doitdoit," he badgered Hvitserk. "Do! It!" he shouted, turning from playful to murderous in less than a second. "Look at these people! They don't support me! I am their king! And I. Just. Left," he grinned as he walked in circles.

Unnr understood now why she thought he was Ivar in the dream. It wasn't just the light eyes, but the unpredictability, the tone of voice, the mannerisms, everything was a game designed for him to win.

"Will it be you, Ubbe?" Ragnar continued. "Hvitserk? Sigurd? So who will it be? Who wants to be king?" Ragnar demanded.

Slowly, Ubbe took a step forward, hand on the hilt of his sword. Unnr was terrified Ragnar was going to kill him and wished to reach for Ivar's hand, but as he remained on the ground, it was an impossibility. As Ubbe drew closer to his father, Ragnar opened his arms and Ubbe dropped his weapon. They embraced and Ivar felt sincerely disappointed there wasn't going to be a death. As they embraced, Björn appeared. He walked in front of the remaining brothers and crossed his arms.

"Why did you come back?" Björn demanded.

"We need to talk," Ragnar answered as the crowd began to disperse, also disappointed with the outcome.

When the sons of Ragnar made to move just out of town, Ivar turned away and returned to the hall while Unnr followed him. He slithered up the steps and climbed into his mother's high seat. Unnr picked a close spot on the benches to sit and looked up at him. "Why did you not go with them?" she asked.

Ivar scoffed. "He only returned because it is near time for the summer raids. He is trying to recruit my brothers, take them with him wherever he wishes to go."

"Ivar…" Unnr began, but he did not let her finish.

"I'm sure he'll ask you to go. You've been raiding with Björn," he sneered.

"Don't do that, Ivar," she whispered.

"Do what?" he barked.

"Blame me!"

Ivar sighed and his face softened. "I do not blame you, beautiful, I never blame you."

Unnr stood from the table and approached the high-seat. She placed one hand on each armrest and leaned down. She gently pressed her lips to his. He put his hand on the back of her neck, refusing to let her go.

Someone behind Unnr cleared their throat and she whipped around. Ragnar and the brothers had returned and the king stood there, watching them. Ivar glared at his father: "Can we help you, Father?"

"It's just I don't remember leaving a daughter behind. So I was wondering how you fit in to all of this," he motioned around the hall.

"I am called Unnr, Herra," she said.

"Unnr came to us from Hedeby," Ivar explained. "And I intend to marry her."

"Well, congratulations," Ragnar grinned. "It's nice to meet you."