The Ocean in Your Eyes

Rating: Explicit, ABO, Alpha Kara, Omega Lena.

Description: The Viking AU that won the poll - Kara raids and destroys Lena's village, then takes her.  

Tags: This prompt leans towards dub-con, because Lena is a captive whose village is destroyed. But Lena is attracted to Kara. I wouldn't call this extreme by my own standards - but if you're sensitive to those themes, you may want to skip this one.  P.S. Translations at the end. 

The northerners came on a grey afternoon in ships that were jagged on the horizon and fast in cutting through the sea.


Lena had gone to the coast with the same fascination as the rest of the young women of her town who thought the ships must be the vessel of old gods, or returning kin folk that had long ago left on trading journeys. She breathed in the salt of the waves and wove little white campion flowers into a crown for her dark hair.
 

Her mood was far better than it had been on other grey days. She ran home with a happy heart, and a mind to looking after her brother Lex, and making a rich potato soup for their supper.

 
Lex stood watching for at the door, and though they lived in only a modest little cottage, she felt blessed in seeing him waiting there for her. She hurried towards him with a smile on her face and caught sight of his displeasure too late. 

“You’ve been out again while I have been toiling away in the fields just to support you,” He spat and took her roughly by the arm to force her inside. “I come home and there isn’t even fresh bread on the table. I should thrash you for it.”

Lex’s threat took the smile from her face and his next words ripped her happiness away. “I am going to marry you off to the alpha who will give me the most gold and silver pieces for your hide.” 

Lena shrank away from him when he shouted at her again, and threatened to give her to the worst of the alpha sex in their village — a person so vile that she knew his only want of her would be a brutal act that would produce children.
 

She had heard omegas complain of similar alphas, and she could have wept from it, except she had a good deal of pride.
 

Ignoring her brother was best, and Lena set about starting their supper without a word of complaint or plea for him to spare her. 

They ate as usual and retired to their beds. Lena found the night unseasonably cold, so she took an extra wool blanket and curled up on the small pallet where she slept every night. After putting out her candle, she pulled the blanket up to her chin and tried to force herself into a dream about a better place—one where she was safe and her stomach was always full. 

It must have been a short while after that when she heard the first screams, though she was too disoriented from sleeping to do much more than stand and wander off to find her brother. The blankets on his bed were turned down, and she ran her hand over them to find them chilled, as if he hadn’t lain there long before going out. 

When she stepped through the open door in her night shift, she saw flames all around and that the thatch of their little cottage was smoldering and about to collapse. 

On weak legs, Lena ran towards the danger to find her brother and friends, and anyone else she might save from the fire. The smoke entered her mouth and nostrils, and she coughed—a harsh sound to her own ears, but one that was lost amid the shouts and screams of the other villagers.  
 

It was then that she came face to face with a warrior whose attention settled on her and remained. She stood trembling, unable to move as the helmeted enemy stalked towards her.
 

The blood in the dirt and the slaughter drew Lena’s eye—the corpses of alphas she knew. Lena began to cry, her lower lip trembling out, and the barbaric warrior came at her with a raised weapon.

She knew she would die when the enemy lifted it to her throat, and she let out a soft sob of fright and resignation. 

“Ek munu hafpúr,” the fair-haired barbarian declared and lowered her axe back to her side. 

“What?” Lena asked, perplexed by the strange syllables the barbarian uttered. “Please, would you say that again?”

It was pathetic and absurd to pose such a question to a monster, and her eyes moved back to the destruction. Lena tried to flee, and yet she wasn’t the most agile creature.
 

The barbarian grabbed her by the nightdress and hoisted her up, and she beat her fists against the brute’s shoulders to no avail. 

 
“Minn, ást minn, hirðumat fælask,” the barbarian told her and carried her off to a wagon.
 

By scent, Lena could tell that the barbarian was an alpha, and as the alpha placed her in with the rest of the gold and loot, she pointed to herself and uttered “Kara.”

Lena understood that to be her name, but she continued to cry as another barbarian came along and disputed with Kara, then strung up Lena’s legs and wrists in painfully tight ropes. 

She couldn’t get away, and she had no choice but to lie on her front in the wagon, hot from the flames around her, but still trembling out of fear. Tears trickled down her face, leaving behind streaks in the ash that gathered on her skin.

 
“Smàr víf,” Kara’s voice came a while later, and Lena wondered if the barbarian was addressing her.
 

Lena made no noise or movement and slipped into a state of frightened stillness. She couldn’t rise from the wagon or lift her limbs, or do more than the sack of grain beside her. She felt as much an object, to be taken off like that and stowed on one of the ships she had admired from the shores earlier that day. 

Another of the barbarians eventually came to argue with Kara. Though Lena didn’t understand a word of their language, she could understand by the grunts that the alpha who wanted to take her had specific plans in mind to mate with her. 

Kara growled and protected her prize, and soon the wagon began rolling.

By the first rays of morning, Lena struggled upright and stared out at all the smoke that blackened the air.
 

She glimpsed the charred remains of her village and scorched earth all around. It was the last of her homeland she would see as the alpha lifted her up and over a broad shoulder, then carried her onto the long ship before the rest of her treasures.


“Please, have mercy on me and spare me this with a quick death,” Lena begged as the alpha knelt in front of her tied legs. Kara cut through the ropes at her ankles, yet left the ones that dug into her wrists.

 
The rest of the barbarians returned to the ship with their spoils, all of the omegas from her village among them, and Lena exhaled a sob in relief. She stood up as if to run to her friends, and Kara settled a heavy hand on her, and forced her to sit back down with a warning rumble, “Sitja.”
 

“I wish I could understand you,” Lena lamented and became still as the barbarian wiped ashy tears from her face with surprising tenderness. “For all I know, you could be saying anything. You could have plans to sell me off when you reach another port.”
 

“Port,” Kara repeated firmly, as if she had heard the word before, and then she reached out to clasp Lena’s cheek. “Fóru heim.”

Lena sullenly pushed her chin out as her eyes stung with tears. She watched the roiling waves of the ocean claim the ship as they set sail and the roaring noise of the barbarians cheering their victory drowned out the splash of the sea.
 

They travelled for two days and a night, and on the third day, the sun hung high in the sky and her fair skin blushed from heat. The surface of the water shimmered with light and she squinted as land came into view. The ruckus of the barbarians sounded like joy.
 

“Where are we?” Lena asked, curious despite the dread that filled her belly. She noted the shifting scents of the beastly alphas, the scent of aggression lessening as they all looked eagerly to the shore. “Is this your home?”
 

Kara stared down at her with clear pride in her eyes and insisted firmly, “Heim.”
 

The moment they were close to the beach, the chaotic energy of the barbarians increased tenfold, and suddenly they were yelling and shouting as they gathered all that they had claimed during their raid on Lena’s village. 

Some of the alphas weren’t content with the omegas they brought on board, and seemed to be bartering amongst themselves to swap, while others wanted two or more.

 
A large alpha snarled in Lena’s direction and she could see his interest in the way he lumbered over. It was absurd to plead, yet she turned to Kara and shouted, “No, don’t let him touch me!”


The panic in her voice and sharp scent of her fear caused a reaction within Kara, because the alpha blocked Lena with her body and she argued heatedly with the barbarian until he turned on his heel with a grunt and went off to find another.

 
Lena placed her bound hands on Kara’s arm before she even realized she was doing it, and balked when the alpha shifted towards her. She stumbled back, but Kara caught her by the arms before she fell.

 
“Ek munu vǫrðr pín virðing,” Kara softly whispered and stared into her eyes long enough that Lena didn’t flinch away at first when the barbarian grabbed for her waist.

 
The alpha carried her off the ship and Lena looked to the village that awaited them. 

Women and children had gathered to welcome them all home, and while others stopped to talk, Kara continued to stride forward and stopped only once she had carried Lena into what must have been her house.

 
She whimpered and pulled back when Kara placed her down on the bed, and she recoiled as she expected the alpha to climb on top of her. Instead Kara fetched a small basin of water to wipe down her face and injuries.
 

“Dreyrugr,” Kara muttered and pointed to the blood-stains on her night dress.
 

Lena’s leg was bleeding and she had no memory of scraping it. She watched the alpha cleanse the wound and wrap up her injury with a woolen bandage, then cut the ropes that bound her wrists together.

 
It all might have passed for a kind gesture, if Kara hadn’t immediately tried to remove her stained dress afterwards.
 

“No, please,” Lena whimpered, and much to her shock, Kara took her hands back and pointed to the mess of her dress.

 
“Dreyrugr.” Kara repeated when Lena stared up at her in silent panic.
 

The alpha grumbled under her breath and moved swiftly to gather clean fabrics that she presented to Lena no doubt to sway her mind on what she was after.
 

Lena almost shoved the gift away, but Kara held the new dresses out to her and uttered, “Dreyrugr” again.
 

“Oh, you’re saying my dress is dirty.” Lena mumbled. 

Though she accepted the clean material, she made no move to get undressed in front of Kara, who was staring at her intently.
 

Lena clutched herself as if to shield her still clothed body from Kara’s gaze, which she felt scalding over her. The alpha’s scent was potent and her interest was evident as her pheromones reflected desire.
 

“Lena,” Lena whispered and pointed to herself, so her captor would at least know her name.
 

“Lena, pú eru styggr,” Kara whispered and selected a wooden comb from her personal things to brush her hair out. She offered it to Lena once she used it and began to rid herself of the clothes and furs that she wore in an attempt to encourage Lena to do the same. 

 
Kara stripped off a cloak and tunic, baring both her shoulders and breasts, and her scent became stronger as she tossed aside her linen trousers.
 

The muscles of her arms looked sculpted and Lena felt her lips part at the sight of Kara.
 

The alpha was solid in places she never seen before, not a trace of softness to behold, especially not between her thighs. Kara stood proudly, with her hands on her hips as if to allow Lena the privilege of praising her physique, and then moved as if to join her on the bed.

Lena gaped at the sight of Kara’s erection, which was solid and of broader girth than her own forearm. She was transfixed by a sudden attraction to the alpha and it was embarrassing that her aromas revealed how fast her mood had changed.
 

Futile though it might have been, Lena shrugged off Kara’s hand that reached out to touch her. She moved towards a little washing basin that was empty of water and shook it at the alpha. 

 
“I wish to bathe. Will you fetch me some water?” Lena asked, and that seemed to please Kara, because she pulled her clothes back on and set about filling a much larger wooden tub with water she warmed on the hearth. 

 
Kara made two trips to fetch more water and then expectantly gestured at the tub when Lena showed hesitance.
 

“Vismikr þinn fuð,” Kara stated and beckoned her over, and Lena went by choice, because she had no notion of what those words could mean, but knew the alpha’s patience was waning. 

 
Kara raised up the end of her stained night dress and lifted it off her trembling frame. 

 
“Skaltu serða, vænn víf,” Kara whispered and ran her hands along Lena’s thighs that were pinched shut. “Ann ek pér. Vismikr þinn fuð.”

 
Lena’s nipples pebbled and she ached all over from the dominant pheromones that surrounded her. 

Bedding the right alpha could be very pleasurable, if the happily wed omegas from her village could be trusted on the matter.
 

Once or twice, Lena had fooled around with alphas and they had asked to see her cunt, but she never allowed it, and now Kara was spreading open her legs and handling her. It surprised her that she wanted the barbaric alpha to fully touch her in that most private place. 

 
Lena stepped back to slide into the bath and to calm her overexcited omega. She watched Kara’s eyes follow her, and then the alpha stepped into the tub to help her with washing. 

 
“Opna,” Kara muttered and ran her fingers over the crest between Lena’s legs, tracing the soft wet hair and along the silken line of her sex. 

 
Lena knew what the alpha meant just based on intonation, and she spread her legs outward and let Kara touch. 

 
“Go on then and clean me,” She murmured and gave her cunt up freely under the pretense that this was all about bathing.

 
The alpha took her duties seriously and caressed her with a firm hand. Lena’s skin turned pink from the heat of the water and Kara’s quick fingers, which flicked over her cunt in delicate motions. She leaned back and shut her eyes while her hips rolled in desperation and the alpha moved nearer.

Lena felt drowsy from the carnal heat that spread through her extremities. The alpha’s fingers stoked a blaze inside Lena that she had never experienced with another alpha, and she held her breath when Kara’s thumbs spread her nether lips.

 
“Are you inspecting me?” Lena asked before she could help herself, and Kara gave an appraising grunt as she flicked over her clitoris to see how Lena’s pink entrance squeezed from the attention.

 
“Vænn maer,” Kara rumbled and rubbed the pad of her thumb along Lena’s exposed slit. “Ek munu hafpúr.”

 
Though Lena had no idea what the barbarian said, she assumed it was praise from the lustful way the alpha’s gaze remained on her cunt. It shouldn’t have made her blush, and she felt a strange sense of loss when someone yelled from outside and Kara climbed out of the tub to tug on clothes before investigating the ruckus.

 
Lena scrubbed herself quickly and hurried out of the water to fetch the clothes that remained on the bed, a light dress with a belt to wrap around her waist and jewelry to accompany it—bracelets so big they would have to be worn on her upper arm, but she left them aside to fasten the belt. It showed off her figure more than she anticipated, and Kara seemed to enjoy that when she dared to leave the alpha’s house to see what was going on for herself.

Several burly alphas were squabbling over their loot in the middle of the village, and some of the omegas were there like prizes to be claimed. The rest of the barbarians were laughing and cheering as if the violence was entertaining.

 
It perplexed her to take in the village and the sophistication of their homes. How could such wild people live with order and apparent laws of their own?
 

It seemed like Kara was distracted with seeing to the care of the other omegas, and giving instructions to untie and feed them. 

Lena hated the scents of the other barbarians and she almost turned to go back inside, except the same alpha who had tried to grab her earlier took notice of her standing all alone. He moved towards her with a fast stride and this time succeeded in throwing Lena over his shoulder. 

 
She cried out “Kara” in desperation as the strong barbarian placed her over the edge of a wagon outside. 

 
“Ek eigna. Ek munu hafpinnr kunta,” He declared and patted her down, checking to see if she was of sound constitution and eyeing the scrape on her leg. 

“Sváss,” Kara roared, and charged for the barbarian at such a speed the other alpha barely had a chance to ready himself for the tackling blow. They clashed like thunder, in a powerful display of strength and aggression while unfurling their scent to assert dominance over the other.

Lena scrambled out of the wagon while they yelled, and yet she couldn’t look away as Kara ruthlessly protected her from the brute. 

It was odd to think of Kara as being different, and Lena rationalized it as her inner omega justifying her attraction to the blonde warrior.


Their grunting and arguing drew a crowd and the bigger alpha slammed the heels of his hands into Kara’s shoulders to push her into the people watching. He laughed until he saw that Lena had escaped and then grabbed for her wrist. 

“Pú eru bilstyggr, smár mær,” He rumbled down at her.
 

“You smell as bad as you look,” Lena hissed, and fought against the pull as he dragged her back to the wagon. 

Fear swelled inside her chest and her panicked breaths were interspersed with whines that must have called to Kara, because the alpha rushed the brute and flung herself onto his back to knock him down.


Lena stumbled to the side as they continued to fight. The villagers were encouraging the brutality between them with laughter, and when Kara finally knocked out the alpha with a hard blow, they cheered and helped her up.


Kara appeared to take pride in it, but her attention was firmly on Lena and she pointed to her with a declaration, “Ek eigna. Ek munu hafahanar kunta eða hon kvánga mik.”


The village seemed to celebrate, and Lena swallowed thickly as Kara strode through the people to reach her with a surprisingly gentle, though possessive hand that snared her hip and pulled her close. “Sváss,” The alpha husked as she stroked Lena’s cheek with her fingers. “Kom.”

 
Lena did as requested of her and went with her alpha into the long house, with a foreboding sense that her heat was oncoming. She breathed Kara’s scent much more deeply than she was proud to admit and made no noise of protest as the alpha slipped off the belt she had only just put on. 

Kara was rougher in baring her this time, as if to make her intent clear, and Lena gasped into the alpha’s mouth as they shared a kiss that brought the weakest whine to her lips. 

She stood naked before Kara with trembling shoulders and Kara placed a gentle hand under her chin to meet her eyes. 

It surprised her when Kara knelt down in front of her, waiting for her to calm as the scents of her heat strengthened. 

“I’m not afraid of you for some reason,” Lena muttered and touched Kara’s face, then stroked her fingers through the alpha’s wild curls. “I should be, shouldn’t I? But you seem so soft with me.”

Kara pressed her face against Lena’s stomach and nuzzled into her. “Ek vil at pú eivi heill.” 

 
As soon as Lena started to wonder about the docility of the alpha, Kara stood and lifted her around the waist. She picked up her blade and for a precarious moment, Lena thought that Kara would strike her with it – but instead she stabbed at the beam that supported the house. 

It was startling to witness, and after Kara had ripped the sword free, Lena laughed at the peculiarity of the act. Her terrified laughter subsided as Kara put her down on the bed, positioned on her knees.

“Sveig,” Kara demanded, and with a firm hand against her back, pushed her down. 

 
The alpha’s hands were rough but careful, using enough force to keep Lena where she wanted without bruising her delicate pale skin as she explored her body. Kara’s calloused palms roamed over Lena’s back then around to feel the weight of her breasts. 

“Pú munu móðir ástugr,” Kara murmured, squeezing before she slapped her hands onto Lena’s backside.

Sliding her hands down the supple curve of Lena’s waist, Kara grabbed at her hips first before forcing her knees further apart. Lena sank further onto the bed, and Kara held her down and handled her cunt possessively, rubbing into her slick pussy lips with her fingers until Lena’s breath hitched and juices coated the alpha’s hand. 

 
“Pú eru minn, sváss,” Kara insisted with affection. 

 
Lena pressed the heels of her hands into the bed and then clawed at the wool blanket beneath her. She moaned and her breasts gently jostled as Kara gave her a few quick smacks between the thighs, just enough to arouse without hurting. 

They were going to mate, though Lena knew almost nothing of this alpha who had taken her captive — but Kara had defended her, and when they touched, Lena felt a warmth that made her agreeable to it. 

 
“So this is it and I belong to you now,” Lena whimpered out, and as if in answer, Kara sank into her cunt with a thrust that caused a sharp stinging sensation. The thick girth tore through her and Lena softly cried from it because she had never mated before. 

 
Kara was so tender in brushing her fingertips over Lena’s clitoris and kissing at her shoulders.
 

It was no consolation at first until Lena’s heat awakened her urges and Kara’s continued efforts turned pleasurable. Then it was glorious, warm and slippery and her cunt wrapped around the alpha in excited pulsations. 

“Kara,” Lena moaned, because it was the only word of the alpha’s language she knew, and her inflections expressed her desire. She chanted Kara’s name over and over with every raw push of the alpha’s cock inside of her. 

Despite their differences, they learned to talk in other ways. 

Lena found out that Kara plunged deeper into her cunt when she groaned louder and that she went slower whenever Lena whined. The alpha paid attention to the way her muscles tensed and how, when her cock forced through her clenching walls, Lena would respond to a firmer rubbing of her clitoris.

 
It was a sensual experience that Lena trembled from, and her omega submitted to the expertise of the alpha when Kara growled in her ear and sucked on her neck. The scrape of teeth evoked shivers over Lena’s skin and her tight channel fluttered with anticipation when Kara rocked more ardently against her backside.
 

The motion sent her face into the furs beneath them, and her nipples stiffened when they brushed over the bedding. The stretch of cunt as it opened for the alpha sent tendrils of pleasure into her belly and she gasped when Kara moved her hand from her cunt to palm her breasts.
 

She spoke to Kara with internal squeezes around her cock and raspy little exhales. Her past heats had never been so intense, but her pheromones shifted around Kara and became primed for mating with an alpha.


Kara leaned over her and their bodies intertwined, skin on skin and soon to be inseparable by a knot. 

 
Lena had seen a knot quite by accident a few years ago when she and another omega sat by the sick bed of an alpha in rut – and she sensed that Kara’s knot would be immense. 

Her cunt was so wet and spread from Kara’s cock already and yet the thought of having a large knot inside of her was daunting. All of her being wanted it and her pleading moans became more desperate as Kara pounded into her. 

 
“Are you going to knot inside of me?” She naively asked, though she knew Kara would never understand the question. 

 
“Knot,” Kara repeated, surprising Lena with her knowledge of more words than expected. “Knútr.” 

“Knútr.” Lena whispered, tasting the language on her tongue as she shifted to look back at the alpha. 

Kara’s golden skin was flushed and her muscles glistened with a faint sheen of sweat. She was strikingly beautiful for a barbarian, and Lena sensed the full strength of the alpha behind each powerful thrust, controlled but desperate as her long lunges became short and fast.

The broad tip of Kara’s cock pushed into her relentlessly and forced the breath from her lungs, and Lena bent lower to receive it harder.
 

Carnal desires heated her skin and fevered her mind and her body began to move to appease her omega. She pressed her backside into the alpha and the muscles of her cunt clamped around the rigid length in deep spasm. 

The internal embrace seemed to excite Kara, because the alpha reared up to clasp her by the hips and surprised her with a breathless, “Ann ek pér, Lena.”
 

She didn’t know the meaning of the phrase, except by the tonality Kara used, and it seemed to be an expression of fondness. 

 
The part of her that had always longed for someone to protect and care for her responded to Kara’s sweet utterances. Lena had hardly ever been treated kindly by her family and it shocked her to be on the receiving end of it from an alpha like Kara. 

 
Kara kneeled behind her and took fuller thrusts while twining her fingers in Lena’s hair. She moved with skilled confidence and Lena whimpered when the alpha pulled at her dark locks. Instead of pain it created an erotic tingle that Lena felt all the way down to her cunt, and she shuddered when the alpha’s hand tightened on her hip to pull her back onto her cock.

The noise of her slick was mingling with Kara’s heavy breaths to such an extent it sounded almost harmonious. Lena’s omega desired the roughness and her desperate, heady scent cloaked them both and sent Kara into a frenzy. She brought Lena’s head up to bite and suck at her neck and shoulders and her strong hand moved from Lena’s hip to delve between her thighs.

 
Every stroke of Kara’s fingers over her clit sent jolts of wondrous pleasure through Lena and she found herself unable to quiet her moans. The alpha responded by pumping her hips harder, and she released Lena’s hair in favor of grabbing one of her breasts.

 
Kara gripped with a firmer hand as Lena experienced a body-quaking sensation and a flood of her arousal bathed the alpha’s cock. She uttered soft curses and prayers and almost fainted onto the bed, and then Kara made it happen all over again by rubbing her aching clitoris. 

 
Reaching up to touch the side of her neck, Lena begged for Kara’s mating bite. “Claim me, if that’s your desire. Please.” 

 
Kara rumbled at her whining and kissed the slope of Lena’s shoulder, then ravished her cunt with rough thrusts.
 

Lena’s pleasure peaked again, and when Kara’s mouth locked on her neck and her teeth pierced skin, she did little more than whimper from the mark. 

 
Kara groaned against the bruising skin as her cock convulsed inside Lena’s pussy. Shivers of satisfaction went through Lena along with the alpha’s seed and her mouth quivered from it.

 
Between her soaked pussy lips, Kara’s knot was spreading and a delicious spasm went through her when it finally pushed into her. It secured the entire length of Kara’s cock inside of her and Lena went pleasantly limp in the alpha’s arms.
 

She felt peculiar, built of both cloud and rock. While her mind floated, her body sank and Kara positioned them carefully on their sides and covered her with furs. 

 
“This is how it feels to be claimed.” She whispered. The blissful ache of the bite and Kara’s swollen knot filled her with a pleasantness she hoped would last.

“Ást minn,” Kara seemed to agree as she nestled her face into Lena’s neck to kiss over the mark she left behind. “Hvíla, sváss, ek fá alls gætt.”
 

Lena couldn’t be sure what Kara said, but she trusted the emotions that wrapped around her as surely as the alpha’s arms. It was absurd to think of all she lost and all she had gained in a few days, but as Lena drifted to sleep with Kara inside of her, she put faith in her own intuitions to guide her.

Over the next week of her heat, Kara brought her berries and apples and fish and she stayed in bed, following every whim of her omega who wanted continuous mating. 

 
They learned each other’s language and culture by repeating words. To Kara, “epli” meant all of the fruit she placed in front of Lena, “matr” referred to food in general, and “eimi” was the word for smoke when Kara started a fire to warm them on a cold night. 

 
Lena came to understand that Ann ek pér was an expression of love and Kara said it often. It baffled her how earnest Kara was in her affections, that she was a sensitive soul who could also fell a tree with three good swings of an axe. 

 
As the weeks went on, Kara sat at Lena’s side each day for a lesson in her tongue, and began to proudly declare “cup” when she went for her mead and “I love you” when she arrived or left. 

 
Lena kept a tally of the months gone past, not just to mark the time she had been with Kara but also because of smalls signs she noticed in herself. Her belly had yet to swell, but she felt different and tried to express that to Kara one afternoon. Spring had just melted the ice from the fjord, and they had gone out to see the “langskip” that the northerners who called themselves Norþæn had built.

 
She didn’t like the sight of the ship, which was outfitted handsomely for war and raiding. It struck up a fear inside of her that Kara might be wounded, or else go on a journey and never return to her. 

 
Lena reached for Kara’s hand and dragged her aside to a place where the other Norþæn wouldn’t hear her pleas.


“You aren’t planning to leave now, are you?” Lena accused with bitterness and tried to swallow down a sob in her throat. “You can’t, Kara.” She pressed her palm against her stomach and gave it a small rub. “I think I’m pregnant. Do you understand? Barn. Eivi heill. Baby. Pregnant.”

 
“Pregnant.” Kara enunciated carefully, as if the word was fragile in her mouth, though her eyes lit up when Lena smoothed her palm in circles over her belly. “Pregnant.” She repeated with more enthusiasm, and knelt down to rub her face over the place that would soon swell with new life.


Lena hoped the knowledge would deter the alpha from leaving her side. She almost believed it when strong arms wrapped around her middle, then Kara garbled out broken words in Lena’s native tongue and she felt her heart sink.

“I bring you best riches from land and sea.” Kara expressed with joy, her bright smile doing little to quell the panic which beat within Lena’s chest like one of the war drums.

“I don’t want riches. I want you here with me.” Lena pleaded, grasping for the furs around Kara’s shoulders to try and impart her desires more firmly. “Do you hear me? You stay home. No raiding.”

 
“Raiding,” Kara repeated firmly, her brow creasing as she stood tall and proud. She clasped Lena’s hands and carefully loosened them from her attire and settled her hand over Lena’s stomach. “For family. I love you.”

 
All around them other warriors were gathering their weapons and supplies. Lena noticed that the wives of alphas were kissing their mates and sending them off with joy and the children were admiring them. 

It was a culture she was struggling to come to grips with—that providing for one meant robbing another, and yet the strength and pride the alphas exuded was thrilling.

 
A smaller, dark-haired alpha that Lena knew to be Kara’s friend wandered over when it seemed that Kara was hesitating, and grabbed her by the arm. 

 
“Kom.” Alecks stated, her curious eyes taking in Lena’s sadness. “You will see her soon when you have provided for our village, and she will know you are strong.”

Kara grunted in agreement, and kissed Lena as if trying to bestow all of her passion in that one act so it would keep her warm on the nights she was gone.

 
Lena’s bottom lip trembled and she stood aside to let Kara go with the foreboding feeling that she would never see the alpha again. She ran from the shore, glancing back just once to glimpse Kara’s misery. 

In a rush, she flung open the door to their home and went on a little raid of her own: she pulled out a pair of the alpha’s trousers and a great big cloak that would cover her face. She dressed herself like one of the betas and omegas who handled the stock of food for the alphas during their longer travels. 

It might have been impulsive and reckless, but she snuck onto one of the smaller skips as soon as dusk came.

There was one other omega already on the skip with a sweet face and she muttered a greeting at Lena’s arrival. The betas on board ignored her, except to tell Lena when they required food and how much of it to pass forward.

The tumultuous waves made her feel sick, but by first light she looked ahead and saw Kara on the ship in front of her. It calmed her, at least until the alpha took notice of her in return — then Kara spoke with Alecks and two more alphas, and a little while later the ships came up alongside one another. 

With very little commotion, an exchange was made and one of the alphas stepped on board Lena’s smaller ship to trade places with her. 

Lena went into Kara’s arms and lowered her eyes in guilt. “I was afraid I would never see you again. Please forgive me.”

Contrary to what she imagined would happen, Kara didn’t appear to be angry as she caught her by the chin to stare into her eyes. “Brave víf,” Kara murmured, as if awed by her audacity to join them. She half grinned, her hand settling on Lena’s stomach as she declared, “We have strong pregnant.”
 

“Child.” Lena corrected quickly, her voice wavering around the lump in her throat.

Kara nodded and turned to the rest of the alphas on the boat as she pulled Lena against her chest. “She is fierce like her mate!”

 
The alphas let out a roar in unison, as if it was customary for some of the wives to come aboard, though she doubted it severely. Lena wondered if perhaps it was simply because Kara was seen as one of the strongest among them that nobody dared take issue with it.
 

“Kom, we sit.” Kara encouraged, and steered her to one of the oars that she must have been rowing with the alpha that had traded places with Lena.

Lena perched beside Kara and drew her cloak a little tighter around her shoulders. She found herself watching the alpha’s eyes the way that the rest of the crew watched the ocean—for signs of danger or upset, but there was never any to be found in Kara’s soft glances.

“You aren’t angry with me?” She questioned and the alpha put out her arm for Lena to go to her. 

 
“Neinn,” Kara insisted and reached out to rub her back in calming circles. “Ek sakna, Lena—I long for you.”

Lena shifted so that she could lean into Kara’s shoulder, and somehow Kara managed to use the oar while still holding her. 

“You will stay with skip when we reach land,” Kara instructed and put her muscle into her work. “Does child—spyrni—does child fight with you?”

 
“You mean kick,” Lena realized with a quiet laugh and stroked a blonde curl behind Kara’s ear. “No, not yet, it’s too early for the baby to kick me – and also too early for it to fight with me. Hopefully that won’t happen often after the baby is born.”

Kara seemed content with that, though her hand strayed more than once from the oar to rest on Lena’s belly, perhaps hoping to feel it regardless. “We will have many.” Kara stated with pride, as if it had been foretold by the Gods. “Strong alphas.”

 
“What if it’s a beta or an omega?” Lena argued with a glare that warned of trouble if Kara favored an alpha over a beta or omega child.


The challenge in her tone rattled the alpha who, much to Lena’s amusement, appeared to comprehend the predicament she had just found herself in.


Kara’s eyes widened as she glanced at her, and for a few seconds her mouth tried to form words soundlessly before she finally blurted, “They will be fierce like you.”

 
“And loved, and valued, and protected.” Lena listed pointedly, her hands clasping the oar to help row as if to show she was made of strength and steel just like the sword Kara carried. She narrowed her eyes at her mate, and the panic that seemed to reflect in the depths of her alpha’s eyes when she thought she had upset her wife showed her exactly what resided in Kara’s heart.
 

“All for family.” Kara insisted with a thump to her chest, so serious that it left little doubt in Lena’s mind that the alpha would cherish their child, whatever it may be.


“I wish for many child with you, Lena.” The alpha asserted, and shifted to pull Lena closer as if the heat of her body would convince her of that. “Love all.” Kara murmured, her lips scant inches from brushing with Lena’s mouth. “Love you.” The alpha whispered, and captured Lena’s mouth in a searing, sensual kiss that brought heat to Lena’s cheeks.
 

She almost forgot they were on the sea and surrounded by other alphas due to Kara’s possessive and dominant scent. Lena reacted to it without thought and melted into her mate with sultry moan as her cunt clenched and her inner omega flourished to life in agreement. She may very well have found herself climbing onto Kara’s lap if the motion of the oar and rock of the boat hadn’t roused her from her desires.
 

Lena parted from the kiss with reluctance, drowsy with need that couldn’t be met in the longboat, and found herself forgiving her alpha for the blunder she had made.
 

“Well, if you want more children, you have to stay in one piece,” Lena announced as if these were terms she fully expected to be met. “I won’t have you getting injured,” She added petulantly when Kara raised her eyebrows.

“Then you kom,” The alpha said simply, her hand entwining with Lena’s while she vowed, “We sail together, keep each other warm and safe. Never apart.”

It sounded like a beautiful dream to travel the world with her alpha and not be left behind. Lena had longed for that kind of adventure when she had been a girl, and her heart swelled in her chest as Kara proposed it with such earnestness. 

“Never apart.” Lena echoed, the words feeling like a promise she knew her alpha would keep.

Old Norse -
I might have messed up a conjugation, or like the dative/accusative/genitive, etc. here or there, but for the most part I think this is accurate? If you're an expert, don't come at me. 

Ek munu hafpúr = I will have you.

Minn, ást minn, hirðumat fælask =  You are mine, beloved, let us not be frightened

Smàr víf = small woman, also wife

Sitja = sit 

Fóru heim = We’re going home.

Ek munu vǫrðr pín virðing =  I will guard your honor

Dreyrugr = Blood-stained

Pú eru styggr = You are shy 

Vismikr þinn fuð = Show me your pussy

Skaltu serða, vænn víf = You will fuck (or just.. - you fuck), beautiful woman 

Ann ek pér = I love you. 

Opna = Open.

Vænn maer = Beautiful maiden. 

Ek eigna. Ek munu hafpinnr kunta = I have claim. I will have your cunt.

Sváss = Sweet/beloved/a term of endearment

Pú eru bilstyggr, smár mær = You are energetic, small maiden. 

Ek munu hafahanar kunta eða hon kvánga mik = I will have her cunt and she will marry me. 

Kom = Come. 

Ek vil at pú eivi heill. = I wish for you to be pregnant.

Sveig = Bend. 

Pú munu móðir ástugr = You will be a wonderful mother.

Ást minn = My beloved. 

Hvíla, sváss, ek fá alls gætt = Rest, sweet, I will take care of everything.