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The next morning, Asger arrived bright and early to retrieve the two Ragnarssons and Harald, bringing them to the clearing where they waited for Asta and her brothers. Calder and Einer had risen early to get in a quick training, while Hagan took his time with his breakfast, chatting with a few of the ladies under their employ. Asta sat in the chair next to her father as he lay in his bed, while a slave braided the sides of her head, placing a few extra braids to rest over her curls.
“Two of Ragnar Lothbrok’s sons are here, Father.” She said, softly. Her father gave a small groan as he turned his head to her.
“Ragnar?” He rasped. “He is here?”
“No, Father,” Asta said, reaching out to take his hand. “No, his sons. Ivar and Hvitserk. They are here.”
“Sons...How did you...See them?” Dyri asked. Asta released his hand as he sent himself into a coughing fit.
“The one, Ivar, he is King of Kattegat now. He is the youngest.” Asta said. “Hvitserk was quiet, but he may be more vocal today.”
Dyri wheezed as he came out of his fit, giving a few last coughs.
“I’ve heard Hvitserk has Ragnar’s humor.” Dyri chuckled. Asta smiled as she played with the small kitten in her lap. “And I’m told Ivar has his father’s eyes...Is it true?”
Asta looked up at her father, thankful his eyes were closed and he couldn’t see her lips twisted in a smirk.
“It is. Blue eyes like ice.” Asta said. Dyri chuckled and coughed, coughing up blood this time. Asta winced and turned away with a sigh. “They’ve come to seek an alliance with us, them, and King Harald of Vestfold. I’ve spoken with your sons and they seem to agree with me.”
“You will decide, Asta.” Dyri wheezed, beckoning a slave for more water. “I have left you in charge, you will decide if this alliance is a wise choice.”
“Of course, Father. But you are still Earl, I am not. I must know your opinion on it.” Asta said. Dyri wheezed and nodded, closing his eyes as he drifted off to sleep. Asta gave a small sigh before letting the kitten jump from her lap and run off to find its mother.
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It was another hour before Asta joined her brothers and they galloped off, riding through the woods to where Ivar, Hvitserk, and Harald waited for them.
“We have been waiting here for two hours,” Harald grumbled. “How long does she intend to make us wait?”
“She certainly knows what she’s doing,” Hvitserk remarked, happily munching away on the food the slaves had laid out.
“How do you mean?” Ivar asked, biting into an apple. Hvitserk smirked and sucked a bit of juice off his thumb before speaking.
“She has brought us to a place she knows. Her men surround us and our men are at least 3 miles from us. She has taken control of this discussion and this alliance.” He said, with a chuckle. “We should not underestimate her. Mark my words.”
“Consider them marked,” Harald said, crossing his arms as he reached up a hand to stroke his beard, watching the treeline for them.
“Why do you have such a hatred for this land, Harald?” Ivar asked, amused, tilting his head slightly. Harald scoffed and turned to him.
“Her father once led an attack on Vestfold. He heard about my ambitions to be king and moved against me. He almost cost my brother's life. “ Harald said.
“The brother you killed?” Ivar asked. Harald gave him a look as Hvitserk coughed and sputtered from snorting his ale at Ivar’s comment. Harald smirked and raised an eyebrow while Ivar looked quite pleased with himself, snickering at his brother.
“Did you not also kill your brother, Ivar?” Harald asked. Usually, this was a touchy subject for Ivar, his killing Sigurd, but this time, he casually brushed off the tone Harald’s comment had and merely shrugged.
“You were close with Halfdan. You cared about him and you fought side by side...Sigurd’s death was an accident. I did not mean to kill him.” Ivar said. Harald gave a soft scoff as hoofbeats caused him to turn. Asta rode toward them, her brothers and a 4th man behind her. Seeing them all together like this, they took notice of each of them.
Einer was the youngest and the smallest build; His shoulder length dark hair tied half up, as his blue eyes were made smaller, squinting in the sun. Calder had a rather arrogant presence about him, small smirk resting on his lips as his green eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for anything out of the ordinary. His dark hair was kept short and Ivar noticed he kept his bow around him, noting the same from the day prior. Hagan and Asta were nearly identical, twins, Ivar assumed. They both had the same emerald green eyes and dark hair, like their brothers. Asta’s hair was half braided and half in curls where Hagan’s shaggy hair hung loose, just past his ears and slicked back. Both wore the same neutral expression and had the same regal air about them.
Once they reached the clearing, all 5 of them swung down from their horses as the slaves took the reins, leading the horses to where the others were. The clearing was surrounded by Asta’s men, while Ivar, Hvitserk, and Harald sat under a wooden trellis, a roaring fire off to the side. Hvitserk was quick to wipe his hands and stand as they approached, Ivar hurrying as he shuffled to his feet and take up beside Hvitserk.
“Asta,” Ivar said, bowing his head. Asta gave him a sweet smile, one she extended to Hvitserk and Harald as well, before gesturing to the table, where they all shuffled around, taking their seats. Calder held out Asta’s chair for her as Hagan took his place on her right-hand side. A slave held out Ivar’s chair as he came to sit at her left, Hvitserk next to him, before Harald.
“I apologize for the wait. I may be ruling in my father’s stead, but he is still Earl and things such as this need his approval as well.” Asta said as Calder took his seat. Her gaze swept to the 4th man they brought with them, giving him a brief nod. As he retrieved a box, Asta spoke to Harald, “My father remembers you well, King Harald. He deeply regrets his actions against you and wishes to apologize.”
Harald raised his eyebrows in surprise, glancing at Ivar, who turned the corners of his mouth down and gave a shrug.
“He’s told us of the attack he led on Vestfold when you first became King. At the time, his older brother was Earl and commanded the attack. Our Uncle Tyr raided the hall and stole something my father believes to be of value.” Asta said. “Our cousin, Gunnar.”
The 4th man, Gunnar, approached the table, a long wooden box in hand, and set it on the table in front of Harald before he opened it. Once the lid opened and Harald saw what was inside, he stood abruptly.
“I believe this was once your father’s sword? From the inscription in the steel, Tyr guessed as much.” Asta said. “I do not know why he would take such a thing, but my father thought it best it was finally returned.”
Harald ran his fingers over the steel and sighed, closing his eyes. He shut the box and looked at the siblings. “Thank you. Your father is a good man. I accept his apology and absolve him from his actions.” He said. Asta smiled and let a soft chuckle pass as Calder smirked and spoke up.
“Thank you, King Harald. But this is not his apology. He is adamant that he faces you once more and apologize.” Calder said.
“I thought he was ill?” Hvitserk asked.
“Not so ill he cannot right this wrong. He has refused all visitors, but for you, King Harald, and for the sake of our new alliance, he invites you all to join us for dinner tonight.” Asta said. Harald bowed his head and sat, as Ivar accepted the invitation.
“Of course. We would love to join you. I have heard much about your father. I look forward to seeing if it’s true.” Ivar said. Hagan chuckled, even though Asta gave him a look, he continued, “Our father may not be joining us. His illness has him bedridden. We are not sure when he will recover, if he does.
Asta gritted her teeth and gave her twin a sharp kick, hard enough to make him yelp. Ivar snickered and looked to Asta, who gave him a polite smile.
“You mentioned our new alliance,” Hvitserk said. Asta looked at him and nodded. “So, you have chosen to accept our offer?”
“We shall discuss terms and as long as they are beneficial to our people, yes. We shall accept.” Asta said. Ivar smirked and sat back, smug and proud, as he cast a look down to Harald, while Hvitserk launched into negotiations with Hagan and Calder.
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Once all discussions were over, they all headed back to town.
“You have quite the presence, Asta,” Ivar said, as his chariot rumbled along, rolling up beside her as she was well ahead of the rest. Asta smiled, lightly, then glanced down at him.
“Thank you. I’ve been told I’m quite standoffish when receiving guests.” She said. She looked at him and said, “Though, it was all the men who have said this.”
Ivar chuckled and said, “They have never seen a strong woman in power before.”
“Clearly, you have, my King?” Asta questioned, ducking a low branch as her horse walked along. Ivar smirked and nodded.
“Yes. My Mother. The former Queen of Kattegat.” Ivar said, rather proud. “You remind me of her. You would make a great queen.”
“I do not want to be queen,” Asta said, with a chuckle. “I have enough pressure to live up to my father and grandfather. I do not need to have the weight of great queens resting on my shoulders as well.”
“One would think becoming Queen would exceed your father’s expectations,” Ivar said. Asta let her laugh grow beyond a chuckle this time. Ivar looked up at her, part of him insulted as she laughed at his expense, half mesmerized at the sound. Asta’s laugh faded to a soft giggle as she looked down at him.
“My King, my father never had expectations for me.” She said. “I am the oldest, but I am not a man. He refused to let me do anything other than learn how to become a lady. I had to show him where I belonged. Above Calder, above Hagan, in my rightful place. Just because I am a woman didn't mean I was any less than them, Hagan especially.”
“I know the feeling,” Ivar grumbled facing forward. Asta smiled.
“So you see, Ivar,” Asta started with a sigh. “There are no expectations for me. Neither as a ruler nor as a woman. My people have learned that I will be whatever I choose to be. I have proven myself more than just a woman, and that I can rule as Earl.”
Asta took a deep breath and sighed.
“And yet…” She cast another look down at Ivar as he looked up at her. “I still will probably never receive the title. You are known as Ivar the Boneless, but I will soon be known as Astoria the Untitled.”
Ivar gave a soft chuckle and said, “Will you not one day become Earl? Is that not a title?”
“Hmm...Perhaps. My father can easily change his mind on his deathbed. Think that Calder or Hagan is better suited as Earl. And I shall return to being untitled, as I have most of my life.” Asta said, rather casually.
“You have a very...Casual outlook on your station, Lady.” Ivar said, sitting back with a sigh. Asta smirked and shrugged.
“It’s the best outlook to have on life, don't you think?”  Asta asked, glancing down at him. “No expectations, just pleasant surprises. No pressure to live up to the title you were given. Even if my father decides to make Hagan or Calder Earl, I can still live my life as I choose; No titles to my name, no husband to please…”
“No children to care for?” Ivar offered. He looked up at her, seeing her glance down with a soft smile on her face before she glanced out at him from under her lashes, then lifted her head to look forward. A small smirk crept across Ivar’s face as he asked, “Do you want children?”
“I do.” She said. “At the right time. With the right man.”
She looked at Ivar and gave a soft giggle before she said, “I may have a carefree outlook on life, but I do believe in love. Even if that means I die, unmarried and childless, I will only marry for love.”
Ivar chuckled. “And if you are named Earl-” Asta’s laughter cut him off and Ivar shot her a look, again laughing at his expense. Her laughter soon died and she looked at him.
“My King, we can discuss all possible futures I may have. I can discuss it until the gods walk the earth with us.” She said. Asta watched the young king for a few moments, letting it sink in before she gave a shrug and said, “My fate is decided, no matter what I do, no matter how I plan. I live my life for my people, not myself.”
Ivar took on quite the chastised look as he turned away from her as they neared the edge of the woods. Asta bit her lip as her face fell to hold a look of serenity as she watched Ivar’s face for a moment. She turned away as they approached the gates. Hagan caught up to them, calling out for the guards to open the gates, glancing at his sister.
Asta rode through the gate, breaking from them, and swung down from her horse. The three men rode in with the family, though they stayed seated.
“We shall return this evening, my Lady,” Harald said, bowing his head.
“We look forward to it, King Harald. Hopefully, my father will be able to join us.” She said, handing the reins to the slave by her.
“Asta,” Ivar said as she passed his chariot. He dangled a hand over the side, holding it out to her, slightly. A slow smile passed her lips as she went to him, allowing him to take her hand and raise it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand.
“We shall see you tonight, my King,” Asta said, bowing her head. Ivar smirked and chuckled as he flicked the reins in his other hand, letting her hand slide out of his as his chariot rolled away, turning to go through the gates with Hvitserk and Harald. In a show of solidarity, with a sprinkling of intimidation, Hagan looked to his younger brothers before taking his place at Asta’s side, Calder on her other and Einer flanking him.
“I do not trust them,” Hagan said, once they were out of earshot. Asta chuckled and turned to walk back to the hall, her brothers trailing her.
“Why so suddenly untrusting, Hagan?” She asked.
“I don’t like the way Ivar looks at you.” He said, staying close by her side. Asta giggled.
“You sound like Calder.” She said, casting a glance back at him. “And how does he look at me, brother?”
“He wants to make you his queen, Asta.”
“I do not wish to be queen. I’ve told him this.”
“He wants to marry you.”
All at once, the twins began to speak over each other in an argument, hearing what the other had said, but not letting them finish. Calder gave Einer a look and sighed, as they walked along with them, until finally, Asta snapped, and turned on him.
“And what if he wants to marry me, Hagan?!” She cried. “Does that mean he gets to? Just like that? He wants me, so I must give myself to him?”
“No, Asta,” Hagan said with a sigh. “Of course not.”
“Then there you are.” Asta huffed, tugging at her cloak as a cold breeze blew past. As she turned to continue toward the hall, Hagan continued.
“But you cannot present yourself like this, sister.” He said. Asta stopped, dead in her tracks, making Calder and Einer exchange looks before taking two big steps back from him. Hagan saw the movement and glanced back at them, sighing.
“And how, my sweet brother,” Asta started, her voice thick with accusation as she turned back to him. “Is it that I present myself?”
“You know my meaning, Asta,” Hagan said. “You show favor to Ivar over Harald. You can tell him you do not wish to marry or be queen all you wish. But your actions speak louder than your words. You must show no favor for one king over the other.”
Asta’s lips pressed together as she let a soft chuckle pass between them, stepping closer. “Hagan, I appreciate your concern, but I know what I’m doing. Ivar is in need of a little stroking to make him more compliant to any objections we may have. Harald was humbled today, from Father’s gesture and he will work with us. Both are vastly different kings; Ivar is young, new and wild. Harald has been king for quite a few years and he knows how things work. Pretty words, affectionate gestures and favor will not sway him. Not like it will sway Ivar.”
Hagan shifted, knowing there was more she had to say.
“So, please, my brother, think about those things next time before you accuse me...Of showing favor or otherwise.” With a swish of her cloak, Asta turned and strode down to the hall to see everything was set up for that night.
From behind, Calder stepped up and patted his brother’s shoulder.
“And that’s why I let her do what she wants,” Calder said, moving past him to follow his sister.
“You were the who didn't want her to trust them, Calder,” Hagan said, reaching out to grab his brother’s shoulder, stopping him. Calder chuckled and turned to Hagan.
“I let her do what she wants, in regards to men and her personal life. I know she still rides alone. It infuriates me, but one day she’ll learn not to go off by herself. As far as Ivar?” Calder glanced away in a ponder then looked at Hagan and said, “We all know she is no virgin. There is no modesty to protect. Let her have her fun with the young king. With Harald as well, should she choose so. I see no harm in it.”
As Calder turned away, Hagan said, “Of course you don’t! You don’t think of those things! Ever! You only see what is in front of you, never ahead! If she toys with Ivar, he will soon grow tired of her games and unleash his anger on her.”
“And you will let that happen to your own, sweet, twin sister?” Calder asked turning back to him, giving him a look as he smirked. Hagan took a step to him, going toe to toe with his little brother.
“Hagan,” Einer said.
“If he’s taken her to bed, how exactly do you think I will prevent it? It is not as if I can follow them and wait and watch to see if she sleeps with him.” Hagan said. “Do not forget, she is my twin. We share a bond, not you. Do not pretend you have a greater concern for her.”
Before Calder could respond, Hagan shoved his shoulder with his as he passed him, going to the hall and inside as the first few drops of rain began. Calder glanced up at the sky and sighed.
“Come on, Einer. We must make sure Father is warm enough before the rains.” Calder said, turning to go back to the hall. Einer nodded and followed as the sound of thunder made him skip a few steps as he jumped, startled by it. Calder laughed and chased after his little brother as they both ran toward the hall.
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