A/N : Hello guys, In this new fic Klaus is a Viking warrior and Caroline is the spoils of war and a Saxon. Saxons consider Vikings faithless and marrying Vikings or even associating with them is considered high treason to the Church and the King.Sefric = Sefrich is a fictional place and so is king Althed and the rest of the characters.This one is inspired from Viking era and is based in the 800 century when Vikings and Saxons were at war with one another. I have not extensively researched it so some of history related stuff may be inconsistent and inaccurate. Some of the old Norse and religious things are also fictional and bear no resemblance to facts and is not meant to hurt or disrespect any sentiments.I hope you like it.

Spoils of War

He stood victorious, with blood staining his sword, his clothes and his hands. His men yelling drunk with the enthusiasm of a battle won and with ale, spitting curses at the fallen enemy, King Althed of Sefric another Saxon Lord who had been defeated and killed by him, the most feared and the mighty warrior Niklaus Mikaelson of the Daneland.

His men thumped his back and then left to enjoy the plunders of war, land ,silver and women. He however headed to his tent, he needed to get the stench of blood out of him. He took off his armour, boots then his shirt and breeches. He washed his face and body. He wrapped a cloth around his waist when a few noises outside his tent alerted him. His protégé and younger brother Kol and a feminine one arguing. Kol was often busy with women, his pretty face had women flocking around him.

"Brother. I bring you a prize." He announced and entered Klaus's tent without permission. Kol had his hands full of a maiden who was wearing a white long robe. He pushed her to the ground in front of Klaus. "I found her in the nunnery. A fine one isn't she?"

She fell to the ground on her hands. Klaus saw the defiant way she stood up. Defiant and ladylike. She was surely of them Saxon Lords family.

"A fine one and you brought her to me?" Klaus asked wiping his hands on a cloth.

"Meh. I have the other one. Feisty that one and a sorceress. I'll enjoy pounding into her magical holes." The crude way he spoke of another woman had the maiden look at Kol in disgust and it somehow amused Klaus. She was a proper and a pious one, oh he'll enjoy seeing her wanton and wanting beneath him.

"Have a nice night brother, Odin knows you earned it." With a suggestive wink Kol left.

She was indeed a fine one as his brother had said, with her golden hair and ivory pale skin that begged to be touched but also to be preserved and valued. Her blue eyes looked upon him with anger and fear. More anger less fear. He approached her. He regarded her face with a finger beneath her chin and she shucked off his hand. It pissed and impressed him at the same time.

"Are you brave or thick in the head seeing as you are at my mercy here? Do not anger me, my girl."

"I am not your girl." Her voice sounded sweet to him. He had, had countless women but this one struck his fancy.

"My victory, my plunder hence my girl." Suddenly miffed with a forceful voice he advanced upon her and had her take a step back and flinch. Her fearing him was something he found he did not like.

She was a vision up close, her pert nose, those pink petal soft lips and her eyes what was it about them that Klaus found himself gazing upon her intently.

Half-clad in a cloth with his naked moist chest the warrior stood in the middle of the tent. His shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair in unruly braids and ink on his arms and shoulders should have made him look filthy but he looked menacing and handsome, even as her last thought formed Caroline asked for forgiveness from God.

She was not supposed to find the pagan winsome with blue-green eyes and comely dimples, by Lord were men supposed to look appealing with dimples? She mentally shook herself he was a heathen, a non-believer hence he was to be hated or the very least pitied but not to be found attractive. He was the enemy, one of the lawless barbarians who killed without guilt or qualms so he was to be loathed and fought with in a battle that was what she had always been taught and told by her mother. Thus she shall only hate him and nothing else shall ever occur, ever.

His fool if a brother left and he advanced towards her. She felt waves of rage radiating from him. She wasn't a stranger to male ire but his made him seem formidable. He staked a claim on her, she denied and then he surprised her with his next words.

"If the lady wishes I could always call her by her name. What is your name? Who are you?" Genuinely interested in her he stalked her with a wolf's grace until her back touched a wooden beam in the corner if the tent. She gulped trying very hard to appear brave and ignore the odd sensations she felt due to his nearness. He traced one finger down her smooth cheek it raised goosebumps in its wake.

His chest almost flush with her bosom it was pure torment to deny himself of her but then again he wasn't one to force himself upon unwilling women, that was pitiful and weak, and Niklaus Mikaelson was far from weak.

"Tell me!" he demanded more gently with a finger under chin. Her eyes found his, he was spellbound and felt blood rush to his loins urging him to claim her, such was her beauty.

"I shall not." She replied and sounded out of breath. His lips twitched, a tiny smile on his face stirred those odd feelings again.

"Alright. I shall then see how long you shall deny me. Better yet I vow I shall not take you until you beg me to make love to you." He was making fun of her and his arrogant promise should have enraged her but God forbid it excited her.

The warrior moved away and began to dress, and Caroline averted her eyes. Once he was dressed he began putting on his boots. He saw her look away and let out a big throaty laugh. "Min skat I shall relish it very much." He winked at her then and left his tent.

She needed to pray for God's forgiveness because she found his playfulness endearing. Immediately she closed her eyes and said a prayer for she was being attracted to a Forbidden one. Being who she was she should remain pious and not associate with the heathens, but here she was entertaining thoughts regarding one them. She was promised to another hence any man especially handsome barbarian ones were strictly off limits. Never can there be anything between them, she forbid herself. He shall forever be Forbidden to her.

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