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THE LEGACY

Ivar Lothbrok great granddaughter x Harald Sigurdsson

Part one.

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"You're fucking joking."

"I wish I was, but he's so handsome! He's a Prince, (Y/N)!"

"He's a Christian," (Y/N) hissed, "I will never relinquish my gods for his false one."

Religion wad a sensitive topic for her. As the great granddaughter of Ivar the Boneless, she hated the Christians as much as he did and vowed to never align herself with one. They raped her people, they slaughtered them, all because they would not convert.

It was disgusting.

"You will have to meet him soon. You have been betrothed since you were six," It was true. Although hardly ever seeing Harald, she was his betrothed. She's only ever seen him five times since they were young, and each time she could never understand him.

Harald didn't know the Viking language, but despite that, (Y/N) was forced to learn English by her mother in order to better communicate with her fiance.

She complained that it should be her learning, but Harald must learn his true mother tongue. Tove, her mother, disagreed on this and insisted she must be do this to not only be a generous wife, but a great leader.

And she couldn't argue that once her grandmother, Marie Lothbrok, had also agreed with her mother. Plus it would be very hypocritical that Marie, daughter of Ivar, wouldn't sanction this union since her own mother was a Christian.

"Ironic that Ivar, the man who hated Christians, married one-"

"She relinquished her false faith for my great grandfathers. She loved him," (Y/N) knew of the stories.

"If she loved him, should you not do the same?" Astrid questioned, earning a glare from the young girl.

"Never."

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"Has my bride been avoiding me all night?"

(Y/N) stopped mid drink and turned around to see him, the man she's been fated to since childhood and yet he wears the cross of the enemy around him.

"Depends. Are you converting when we are wed?" She questioned, the attitude and hatred clear in her voice.

"Straight to the point, I see."

"And you still need me to speak English," She pointed out.

"Why must I convert?" She snorted.

"I would rather be Blood Eagled than betray Odin."

"Do not say that, please-"

"Why not? My entire life, I have had to make accommodations for you. Learn English, be more lady like, learn about a fucking book that's been changed a hundred times. So please forgive me if I am pissed that you would suggest I do one more fucking thing for you," She hissed, getting in his face and that's when he saw it.

The Ivar eyes.

Many she directly inherited the rage from Ivar, and when she looked at you, it was like Ivar himself awaiting to skin you alive.

"If this is how angry you will be with all our arguments, forgive me if I'm turned on everytime," He smirked.

"Wh-what?" She stepped back.

"You pig. How can you be a prince if you can't even bother to speak our language?"

"I am learning best I can, (Y/N)."

"Sure," She rolled her eyes before beginning to push him out.

"I must change. I am tired."

"Will we do this everytime? I would like to one day know what my wife looks like underneath all that," He winked.

"Ugh, as if," She shoved him out.

"I will bare you sons, but we shall have separate beds," She said before closing the door.

"As if you could resist me."

"As if you could go five minutes without speaking," She mumbled to herself, hoping to Odin that this union would be destroyed or that he would atleast be more tolerable.

Hope you've enjoyed! It's gonna be a small series but the thought came to mind if Harald was betrothed to (Y/N) Lothbrok, Ivars great granddaughter who has made a big name for herself in Kattegat.