Kattegatt used to be a small village with a modest population of raiders, farmers and such, or so her father said. Atla almost couldn't believe that the, in her humble opinion, rather small village could have been any smaller than it currently was. People said that the change happened after the late earl Haraldson died and Earl Ragnarr Loðbrók took over. The legendary viking king that supposedly left his first wife Lagertha the famous shieldmaiden for another woman named Aslög who was neither famous nor a shieldmaiden but a princess of Götaland. Aslög is the daughter of the legendary serpent slayer Sigurðr and the famous shieldmaiden Brynhildr which makes it a mystery as to why the young queen possessed none of the traits that her parents had but to be fair, her parents died before she got to know either of them and learned social skills and such instead of weaponry skills. Though Ragnarr had left Kattegatt a long time ago, almost right after coming back from a failed attack on Paris.

Ragnarr and Lagertha together have one son, Björn who has inherited some of his father's mannerism and affinity for making mistakes. Aslög and Ragnarr on the other hand have 4 sons together; Ìvarr the boneless, Ubbe the man who goes through women faster than a man goes through his ale, Sigurðr the musical son and Hvítserkr who has traits from the rest of his brothers. Atla hadn't interacted much with the sons of Ragnarr and didn't plan on it either, they were all too arrogant and self obsessed for her liking. Her favorite son of the 5 though, must be Ívarr for he was the one she could relate to the most. The constant rage that no matter what you did couldn't be calmed, the raging loneliness, the list goes on and on. Of course having a slight disability helped too, Atlas was blind in one eye. This was obviously not even close to what Ivar had to deal with but it was something that connected the pair.

Atla Ulfsdottir, a daughter to a former slave and famed raider had been blind in her right eye since she was born, it is said that the gods punished her father after he wrongfully carved out a slave's eye while drunk beyond recognition. He had lived to regret that day until he died in battle a few years ago. Hopefully the gods accepted him and that he now feasts with the gods and fallen warriors. Her mother had remarried with a local smith called Stieg. The married couple shared Stieg's small shack like house and Atla was the lone inhabitant of her family's former house

The young girl was currently walking down a small path in between small business stands in the market when she stumbled upon a boy around her age sitting on a chair with his head tipped back. The boy looked up in surprise when he felt the sudden weight on his lap but shortly after the surprise came the anger and the boy harshly pushed the girl off his person.

"Watch where you're going!" He barked out with a fire lightened in his eye.

Atla jerked herself up from the dirty ground and glared at the boy who had pushed her like she was nothing but dirt. "I can go wherever I want to" She spat at his feet and stormed off, determined to not let the boy ruin the rest of her day. She recognised him, Ívarr, her favorite brother. This only made her more determined to get the hell out of dodge before the maniac could catch up with her. While he was her favorite of the five he was also the one she feared the most out of them, she knew what he could and would do.

The boy, Ívarr, dropped down on the ground with a furious growl and crawled after the angry girl, swearing that he would hurt her for the disrespect. He was the son of a king after all. His short hair fell over his eyes and he angrily swiped it away and with a grunt heaved himself upon a barrel to search for the disrespectful girl. He was so going to hurt her, maybe he would cut off her hair or maybe he would scar her face so bad that no one would want to marry her. The possibilities were endless, he chuckled to himself, and no one would blink an eye when he did it. He would have his revenge.

There! There she is! Ívarr thought to himself when he finally saw the girl again. He jumped down from the worn down barrel and crawled towards the marketplace that he could see her browsing in. She was talking to farmers, merchants and little children. Her long almost white hair hung down to her waist, it had several traditional braids in it to signify her social standing and her marital status. Some of them were just for style of course, and protection. A little distance away he could see the crazy old fool Floki and his strange, and yet beautiful wife Esther.

Esther was a prominent figure in the young man's life, she had been there from the start. She was the one that prevented him from being eaten alive by an animal out in the woods, she was one of the main figures that played hand in raising him. Esther taught him all about how to defend himself even if he had some disadvantages, disadvantages that she said could be turned into advantages. Go for the knees, she always said. Take them down to your level and then finish them off, easy, she said while chuckling. My little Ívarr, the unbeatable warrior, she called him.

Ívarr crawled with strong pulls of his arms towards the girl he had every intent on punishing, every drag of his hands against the dirty ground brought him closer and closer. He could almost hear the gods and his father cheering him on, telling him that he was doing the right thing. To not let the little girl get away with angering him.

"Ívarr" She, the mysterious girl, called out with a nervous tone to the otherwise calm and steady voice.

"How do you know my name, servant" He growled out, annoyed with the prospect of someone as low in standing as her dared utter his name.

"Everyone knows your name, oh great warrior. Besides, I'm not a servant" She retorted with a slight glare in her eyes.

"If you are not a servant then why have I not heard of you?" His anger was taking the backseat while his curiosity had to be sated. He had to admit that she had captured his interest. She was brave, bold and fiesty. Maybe a bit foolish too, he had a legendary temper after all.

"You have not heard of me simply because I have wished it so" She responded with an airy tone to her voice and a slight shake of her head. " It does surprise me, though, that you have not seen me before, and that you don't recognise me but I guess it comes with being a prince"

"What is your name?" Ívarr asks the girl with an intrigued look on his face, accompanied by a small tilt of his head to the right.

"My name is..." She trails off ." not important" She waves a hand as if to wave the question away. "What is important is why you would need it and why you followed me"

"I am a son of Ragnarr! You have to tell me your name!" Ívarr snarls, his face twisting into a frown and his eyes narrow in anger.

"I don't have to tell you anything, boneless" Atla snarled right back, she was not going to tolerate some small boy snarling orders at her. Especially not this one, until he needed to know her name he would not have it. I swear it by Frigg, she told herself. Then she added, I will make him respect me and only then will he know my name.

"You should be careful, girl" The angry boy continues, his hand gesturing towards the axe he carried in a belt. " It would be sad to see such a pretty face destroyed"

"Are you trying to apply to my vanity?" She chuckled as if he was ridiculous. "You seriously think a petty threat from you would make me tell you my name. A threat to scar my face? I know you can do better than that, prince" Atla cackle slightly before turning on her heels and sauntering away from the stunned boy on the ground.

AN: In case anyone noticed that the names have been spelled differently than it was in the show, it was intentional. It's how their names are actually spelled in Old norse and I decided to do the old name. Except for Ubbe's cuz Ubbe sounds much better than Ubba.

Here's a list of the spellings of each name:

Ivar= Ívarr

Ragnar Lothbrok= Ragnarr Loðbrók

Björn= Björn

Aslaug = Aslög

Sigurd (Aslög's father) = Sigurðr

Brunhild (Aslaug's mother) = Brynhildr

Lagertha = The assumed Old norse name for Lagertha was nowhere near Lagertha so I won't use that one

Sigurd (Ragnarr's son) = Sigurðr

Hvitserk = Hvítserkr

I think that's all for now!