The summer in the north was always something from a legend. It was the time that children flourished, livestock ate greedily, and love was thick in the air. The Northmen, or as the Saxons, called them. Vikings. adored this weather with their thick furs and longhouses that kept them that housed them from the colder summer nights. Now that they were being ruled over by Ragnar Lothbrok, who made sure to keep his kingdom running and his strong ambition to explore every inch of the Mid-Guard as the Gods willed it.

Inside the main longhouse where Ragnar stayed, who was currently with his dear friend Floki discussing longboats by the docks on the outskirts of the city. His sons and his wife left unattended inside the longhouse. Bjorn was busy grumbling over his father's betrayal of his mother by falling for the witch, Aslaug. He was the oldest of his half-brothers.

Ubbe and Hvitserk were talking about the new shipment of slaves as they gorged on the meat of a boar while laughing with one another, "The ones from England are well-behaved." Ubbe laughed. Meanwhile, Sigrud glared daggers at the back of his older brother. Ivar, who was a cripple was enjoying an apple with a knife and his legs limp. Born a cripple and a complete nut job. The favourite of Aslaug, which Sigrud loathed, the knife on the table seemingly begging to be used.

The five boys, although bickering and snarkish, were enjoying their hearty breakfast with one another while discussing recent events. Although their differences they had one thing in common. Their attraction to {{user}}.