AUTHOR'S NOTE

I own nothing but my OFC! I'm FINALLY updating and continuing this story! Only took me 2 years!

****I just updated the first three chapters, look for new chapters coming very soon!*** -5/28/20

Floki was sitting on the small beach in front of his home. He could see a storm moving in closer over the dimming horizon of the Fjord. Thunder, rain, he didn't move. He didn't care what came at him, for what did it matter? All that mattered was that Ragnar was dead, and Floki was left alone in the world. Helga had left him to sit on his beach hours ago, knowing he needed some solitude.

He was almost in a meditative state when the air thickened around him, the pressure growing uncomfortable in his ears. His eyes shot open as lightning struck just a few yards in front of him, knocking him over.

As he scrambled back up he noticed that there, just before him where the sand still crackled, lay a woman. She didn't move as he breathlessly looked from her, to his home, to the sky. He couldn't believe Helga had not come out yet, how could she not have heard? With nothing seeming to move around him except for the winds and seas, he stepped closer to the unconscious woman.

It was almost dark now, he couldn't make out much of her. He knew he couldn't leave her on the beach, mostly because he was immensely intrigued to know where she came from. What just happened? Who was she? How did she get here? His mind races as he scooped her up and brought her into the house. "Helga! Helga! Make a spot, make a spot next to the fire!"

"Floki? What's going on?" Confused, she still did what was asked of her, laying blankets down by the hearth.

He went to answer her but his voice caught when he noticed Ubbe, Hvitserk, & Sigurd sitting at the table. He moved slower into the room, slamming the door shut with his foot.

The three brothers stood hastily, just as confused as Helga. It was Ubbe that spoke first, "Who is this Floki? What's happened?"

Floki tried to calm himself as he lay the woman on the furs that his wife had laid out. He paced, trying to put it all together to tell everyone. There was silence as Floki's voice was heard above the fire in the room. "She came from the sky Ubbe. Lightning struck the sand and when it was gone, there she lay", his hands moving wildly as he described the scene.

Sigurd wordlessly grabbed a torch from the fire and ran outside. When he came back in, his face was incredulous. "There's a burst of burnt sand on the beach, with an almost undisturbed area in the middle in the shape of a body. Like the sand just burned around her."

"Floki, look." Helga raised up the woman's arm as she was washing the exposed skin from blackened sand. As the men gathered around, they could see markings upon her skin. Tattoos. On her left wrist she bore the symbol of Freya, and beneath that running the length of her forearm were Valkyrie wings. On the sides of her left wrist, under her thumb were the runes for warrior and joy. Then on her right forearm was Yggdrasil. "She is marked by the gods, what does this mean?" Helga raised her shaking head to look at her husband.

"I am unsure Helga. We will take her to the Seer when she wakes, but we must be careful that no one sees her. At least until we know more hmm?" Everyone murmured in agreeance.

With nothing left to do but wait, Floki sat down in a chair. He was deep in thought when suddenly, with a flash of movement, the woman had Sigurd's sword to his throat.