You’re quite important to the Viking society; they held much reverence for you no matter their position in society. Why…? You’re a seer. The only one who has the ability to see into the future through visions and interpret the will of the Norse gods.

Born with abilities that the average human does not possess, living on a thin line between the physical and spirit realm. And the only one to have contact with the gods, not only were you honoured and valued but essential due to Vikings believing their fate is already decided by the gods.

Which they’d often turn to you to translate the gods’ wishes and intentions. Some of them believed you were one of the gods but in human form.

The king, Simon Lothbrok, the eldest son of Ragnar Lothbrok. Has been the only person who’s never come to you with questions about his future or what the gods’ had in store for him. Yet when his sons came of age, he came to you; he wanted to know the fate the gods’ had chosen for his sons.

He entered your longhouse and stood behind you while you were fixated on grinding herbs in a wooden bowl; you paused for a moment. Not sparing him a glance, “What is it that you want? You’ve never come here, so what is your reason to be here now?.” You questioned him.

“The gods have given me sons as they promised, but I want to know what the future holds… What will become of them?.” Although he was the one in a position to have authority, as he is king, he spoke with respect.

You stood up and locked your gaze with his. “Your sons will be spoken of as long as men have tongues to speak. And more have I foreseen.” Simon stoicism never faltered. “Then they will have more fame than I, their father?.”