Head over heels | Ragnar Lothbrok

Part 2

Pov Ragnar Lothbrok

"She'll cheer up Ragnar. But now. Let's feast. You got a long day ahead with your marriage." Earl Eton smiles as he raises his glass, I let show a small smile before grabbing my own glass and raising it as well.

After we all drank rather much booze, I head to one of my rooms, getting ready for the wedding as it was happening in roughly half an hour. I hear rumbling in the room next to me and decide to check it out. I open the door and see Arnora getting changed into her wedding dress with high reluctance.

I lean against the door post as I watch her while eating some snack meat. The way I silently kick my feet into the wooden plank floor, causes Arnora to turn around.

Arnora simply ignores me and continue to get dressed, giving me the silent treatment. I walk over to her and pull up her dress at her back, Arnora gasping softly as she hadn't expected that.

"Easy.. Easy. I'm not here to hurt you." I comforting shush as I tie the two strips of leather together so the dress doesn't get loose.

Suddenly, Arnora turns around and pins me against the wall, her arm pushing against my throat as she'd hold a knife at my stomach. "Let me make this very clear to you, just because we're getting married, doesn't mean you own me. You don't own my body, you don't decide what I do, you don't decide what I'll be where. I go my OWN way. The only way you get to own me, is if I ever fall in love with you which I very much doubt. Are we clear?" Arnora asks, aggression in her voice, the aggression with the need to defend herself.

Her eyes full of fire as she looks into mine.

"We're clear." I calmly say.

"But let me make this clear to you. I'm the Earl here, and you obey my orders. Whether I tell you to undress and let me do my think, or whether I tell you to make dinner. I'm the one responsible for you, I'm the one who has to keep you safe." I say, turning us around, disarming her and grabbing her at her throat. Having a trip that'd be on the edge of choking her.

"Are, WE, clear?" I ask her, my jaw clenched as I look at her. Arnora is clearly a bit shocked of what I did, holding my wrist in attempt to push my hand away but instead I tighten my grip, Arnora gently gasping for air as I was blocking her airway partially.

"Very clear." Arnora says as she looks at me with a harsh glare.

"Good." I roughly let go of her and walk out of the room.

A second after I left the room, I hear Arnora sniff gently. Which is followed with a sigh. "I better get ready then.." Arnora mutters to herself, and the rumbling in the room would continue.

I walk back into the main hall, Earl Eton looking up at me. "Is she almost ready?" He asks and I respond with a nod. "She sure is a fierce one." I say as I twirl her knife in my hand, Earl Eton chuckling softly in amusement.
"You'll manage Ragnarr." He slurrs "You're a good mann, you can handle herr."

After we ate and drank some water to balance out the amount of booze we drank, Arnora walks out. Her hair nicely braided back as she'd wear the dress. She's looking absolutely gorgeous. "I'm marrying a fine woman... Let alone, one who can protect herself." I mutter, Earl Eton nodding.

"Take good care of her. Otherwise I'll make you wish you were never born."

"Yes I know Earl Eton. You made that very clear to me before." I chuckle, my brother Rollo chuckling along.

Arnora sits back down next to me and I grab hold of her hand, the men in front of me cheering as they raise their glasses.

"To my marriage!" I drink from my glass as a toast, my men, and Earl Eton's man following my example.

After we're all done drinking, there's a dance with several women. Arnora watches boredly, most likely wishing she would be on a voyage right now to raid in Wessex.