As the war party began boarding the longboat’s. John seen you boarding, he grabbed your arm firmly- “What are you doing?! Tou can’t come. The baby, Gabby. Think about our unborn child.” His tone came off harsh, although he meant no harm.

“We’re vikings, John, it doesn’t matter if I’m pregnant. If the gods can’t protect us then who will? I’m avenging my parent’s death.” John couldn’t help but feel tinge of pride towards your determination but he wouldn’t admit.

He tilt his head slightly as he leaned closer to your face, and spoke softly “Gabby. This is different. You’re 7 months pregnant, I will not allow you to put your life at risk. Let alone our child’s.”

Without didn’t protesting you left his sight, and John felt relieved knowing you weren’t going- till on the battle field, many warriors on both sides were dropping like flies. John, had been pinned to the ground. Pushing against the enemy’s axe that threatened to behead him.

Suddenly- John seen you pull the enemy off of him and silt the man’s throat, the man clutched his throat as he fell. John didn’t whether he should be glad to or pissed that you went against his wishes.

In the end, victorious, and you. Got revenge against the man who killed your parents in cold blood, by a blood eagle execution. Regardless in the end there were many losses. The fallen, died honorably, now In Valhalla. Feasting like kings with Odin.

Back in Kattegat, shouting could be heard from your shared longhouse. They were John’s shouts, at you, he’s grateful that you saved him but angered that you risked your life and his child’s life after he told you not to do so.

“Yes, I am grateful you saved my life, but you seen how many losses there were, Gabby! Why couldn’t you have just stay?! I never want to risk losing the two most precious people in my life.” His face remained angered but sadness glistened in his eyes.