Ivar noticed Unnr's frown during the wedding ceremony, but waiting until the feast to address it. "What is wrong, beautiful?" He asked. "Are you not happy for my brother?"

"Not now, Ivar," she waved him off.

"Come, tell me what is bothering you," he pressed.

"I said not now," she hissed.

Ivar slammed his fist on the table, causing everyone to jump. A moment ago the brothers had been ignoring Ivar, but now they eyed him carefully. Ubbe readied himself to carry Unnr away from harm if need be. "Do not dismiss me," he sneered, eyes flaring.

Unnr didn't flinch, she knew Ivar would never hurt her, not seriously anyway. But part of her wanted him to, because then at least it would feel like he still cared. Lately it seemed like he was too busy for her and she excused it, knowing how important this revenge mission was. Then Ubbe freed Margarethe and married her. If he found the time, then how could Ivar not? "What will you do about it?" she spat. She stormed out from the hall.

Ivar yelled and with the sweep of his hand, sent his plate and cup flying across the room and they shattered against the wall. He lowered himself from his chair and crawled out after her. He caught up to her quickly and grabbed her ankle to keep her from walking away. "Why are you so angry with me? What have I done?"

"What have you done?" Unnr sobbed. "Nothing. You haven't done anything. You talked and talked about how you wanted to marry me. About how I am yours. About how we'd be together. But for the past week you've practically been ignoring me. I made all these excuses about how you were busy making alliances and planning your father's revenge. But now I see that Ubbe has had time to free a slave and marry her. So I have to wonder – was it all just empty words?"

Ivar felt what was left of his heart crumbling. How could she doubt him? The gods made them for each other, could she not see that? "If you doubt that I love you, then why have you not left? Why do you not go back and live with Lagertha?"

Before she could respond, Hvitserk had interrupted. "What!" Ivar spat.

Hvitserk looked at Unnr who would not look back at him. It was clear that tears were streaming down her face, but she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to keep her weeping silent. "I was worried," he said.

Ivar's lip twitched. "Worried. You were worried that I had hurt her. That your monstrous brother can't control his anger. You feared that when she walked away from me, I came out her to harm her, is that it? Protect the little girl from the monster."

"I-" Hvitserk struggled to find words to deny him.

"Go back Hvitserk," Unnr finally spoke up. "Go back to the feast. How many times do I have to tell you? Ivar won't hurt me," she said this earnestly, but still her voice shook. "We love each other. It's just a small quarrel. Please go back."

Hvitserk did as he was asked and Unnr finally knelt to bring herself to Ivar's level.

Ivar's whole demeanor changed when she dismissed Hvitserk for him. "I do love you, I need you to believe that. I had no idea a wedding was so important to you. I thought it could wait."

"I guess we're not very good at talking to each other, huh?" Unnr smiled through her tears.

"No, it seems we're better at other things." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Unnr's.