#king knut

As the captain of the ship, you gave the orders. Not that numerous compared to the other ships that were accosting, you remained in the shadow, following the troops of another warrior-chief until King Knut’s camp. There, you ordered your men to settle until you had met the king yourself.

In Norway, nobody knew your name and for a good purpose. After the death of Ragnar and after the death of Bjorn Ironside, being a Lothbrok in Kattegat was a dangerous game. Being allowed to enter Knut’s main tent, your hand on the pommel of your sword, you approached before bending the knee as a sign of submission and respect even if he was not your king.

Not recognizing your face, he asked you to introduce yourself and so you did.

“Y/N Y/L/N, King Knut. I and my men originally came from the settlement of Dyflinn and we managed to stay there until now. But when we received your call, it was like a message from the Gods.”

Despite your confidante tone, the king did not seem real to believe you.

“And who are you?” He asked with his deep tone while joined by Harald Sigurdsson who only wanted to know who was ready to fight alongside him. After giving him an annoying glance, you began your speech.

“Just as yours, King Knut, my ancestors were great people. Until now, I did not feel worthy enough to carry their name, their legacy and I want to change that.”

Glancing at you from head to toe, Harald was trying to figure, just as the king, to whom you could be related. After a minute, the young man finally asked.

“And who are you the descendant of?”

“Legendary Ragnar Lothbrok.” The only reaction you receive was a chuckle, of course, they did not believe you. Many people had already come to Norway, claiming they were the new Ivar the Boneless to have a semblance of glory, but it was not your intention. Sighing deeply, you took in your hand the Christian cross that had been hidden behind your shirt for a long time.

“This is the cross of my great-great-grandfather, the one he received from King Alfred the Great himself after being baptized. I am the descendant of the great-grandchild of Ubbe Ragnarsson, grandchild of Ragnar Ubbesson, and child of Y/F/N Ragnarsson. You can disrespect me as much as you want, I don’t care, but you must never insult my family in front of my face.” In only a few minutes, your blood had started to boil in your veins. As you approached the descendant of the first king of all Norway, the hand that held the pommel of your sword had turned white with the tension in your body. Raising his hands above his head to prove he wasn’t a threat for you, Harald glanced at his King, waiting for him to intervene.

Letting out a sigh, Knut still looked suspicious but seeing your reaction, the only thing that came to his mind was that you would make an excellent addition to his army.

"We need good warriors, men and women ready to avenge those who have joined Heaven and Valhalla. If you are who you say you are then you can stay." Relaxing slightly, you nodded in response before leaving his tent.

"I don't know how yet, but I'll prove my point before the Ragnarök takes us all away."