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You sneezed before moaning dreadfully. You looked around the ship and couldn't help but wish you were back home, with your family. You figured out that the only thing to really do is stare at the blue sea, and that rarely ever occupied you. Sometimes, Lukas or even Mathias would come talk to you, but conversation with them didn't last very long for they didn't know how to hold conversation with a woman.

Humming a lullaby your mother used to sing to you when you were younger, Mathias watched you with intense sea blue eyes. You, he thought, you were so different from the other girls he had brought with him. It was a rare time when they would obey what he wanted and what he said. But you- you were so willing to do things for him. He wondered why. He looked around and noticed Lukas also looking at you.

Eyebrows furrowing together, Mathias wondered if Lukas had told you about his power. The power he had over you, Lukas, and every man aboard his ship. The thoughts were quickly tossed from his mind, with the denying statement of, "Lukas wouldn't tell her something like that. It'd only make her more afraid."

Snuggling deeper into the cape like object around your shoulder, you tried vainly to get some more heat. One thing you didn't know about the ocean was how bitter cold it could be when you're in the middle of it. You jumped when something was wrapped around your shoulders. Looking up you met Mathias' eyes. Then you noticed how his cape wasn't one his shoulder, and a moment later you figured out that he had wrapped it around your body.

"You looked rather cold." He said through his accent.

"Thank you." You whispered and fixed the cape and looked at the ocean again.

"I," he started "I understand that you dislike me." He said.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "Who told you that?" Came your meek voice.

Mathias sat down next to you as he said, "Lukas. You two seem to have a great relationship, even though you don't know what he's truly capable of."

"He's capable of terrible things, just like you are which is why I dislike you. You flaunt power like it's nothing and it intimidates people, pushes people away from you."

He chuckled, "I knew you disliked me." He stopped speaking for a moment, "But, if I myself intimidate you so much, why were you so willing to come with me?"

You looked at the sea and sighed, "You killed my family. Everything I knew. If it was truly up to me, I would have let you kill me so I could be with my family. But you practically shoved this all upon me without letting me choose and thus I cannot forgive you for what you've done to me."

The male scoffed, "You'd rather die than live in this world?" He laughed, "You wouldn't even reach Valhalla[1] with the kind of life your living now."

You glared at him, "I do not care. For you… you Vikings, reaching the all highest is what you aim for. Valhalla is your all highest so you can be around what you've wanted the longest on this earth but couldn't obtain it because you were to immature during your life to do so."

He glared at you. How dare you call him immature… Anger raising immensely, the males hand made harsh contact with your cheek. A stinging sensation scattered around your face as you let tears fall from your eyes. He looked at you for a fleeting moment before stand up, saying, "Don't say such things about our highest heaven. We aim for what we want the most, unlike you. You aim for perfection. But, you'll never gain the perfection you want for your only one person in the world. If I myself reach Valhalla, chances are that my men will because they were with me the whole time. In order to gain perfection, you must gain alliances, gain friends."

With that he was leaving your side. You grabbed your still throbbing cheek and let the tears continue to flow out. Lukas watched from a few rows back and could only wonder what you had said to get Mathias so angry. Shoving your face into your arms, you continued to cry with the fleeting thought of, "I wish I was dead… I wish this man never found me…"

1-It's the Viking version of Heaven. After living a life of being a warrior, they thought that if you were brutal and successful enough in life you were sent to Valhalla where you drink honey mead and your surrounded by what you've always wanted ^^