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Floki, an elderly man, lived a life most could only dream of. His fascination with Vikings began in his youth, driving him to immerse himself in their history and culture. As he delved deeper into his studies, Floki believed he had absorbed all there was to know about his beloved Vikings. However, it was when he turned his attention to the legendary boats that transported them across the seas that a newfound obsession took root. An unparalleled passion seized Floki, and he dedicated every waking moment to scrutinizing the intricate designs of these iconic vessels. So intense was his fascination that he made the difficult decision to abandon his university studies and journey to Scandinavia to embark on the construction of his own boats. Six decades later, on his deathbed, Floki was surrounded by boats of various shapes and sizes, a testament to his lifelong pursuit. Regrettably, he had no one to share in his passion, but he departed from this world, leaving behind an unofficial legacy as one of the greatest boat builders the world had ever witnessed. A Vikings fan fiction no original characters. I am a new writer so any tips would be helpfully. any inaccuracies in my fan fic or secrets in the original show that I missed that are pointed out I will do my best to update. edited on chat GPT, however I will try to make it sound more human. Image is not mine.
Owls glided past the solitary wooden shack nestled deep within the forest, far removed from the nearest settlement of Kattegat. The blossoming night sky gracefully yielded to the advancing dawn. Inside the shack, a figure groaned, their disheveled hair bathed in the sun's rays streaming through the door's cracks.
As his eyes slowly fluttered open, Floki, once an old man, marveled at the vitality coursing through his body. His thoughts immediately turned to the magnificent boats he could now craft with such newfound dexterity.
Amid Floki's musings, another groan emanated from his left. Startled, he attempted to sit up, but a weight on his shoulder kept him down. Nevertheless, he managed to rise, causing the other figure to crash onto the bed below.
"Floki, why did you do that?" A voice filled with both annoyance and affection questioned.
"Helga?" Memories of his past life flooded back into his mind, sparking an internal battle between his deep faith in the gods and the modern sensibilities of the 21st century. In the end, his strong personality in this new life prevailed, preserving his faith in the gods. However, this reincarnation left him feeling somewhat disconnected, and the remnants of his common sense from his previous existence continued to influence him significantly, causing him to doubt the gods he once believed influenced everthing.
Despite this internal struggle, his thoughts went to the great ideas he had brought from his other life, reigniting his enthusiasm.
Feeling revitalized, Floki sprang out of bed and ventured outside, where he discovered a ship in the process of being constructed. His laughter erupted like thunder in a clear sky, wild and untamed, echoing through the forest, as if nature itself joined his mad revelry.
"What are you doing, Floki?" Helga inquired, a smile gracing her lips as she watched his mirth.
"Nothing, Helga, nothing at all," Floki replied with a giggle.
Helga guided Floki back to bed, and they shared an intimate moment as they had countless times before. However, Floki couldn't help but feel an unfamiliar sense of happiness in this connection, one that had eluded him in his past life.
Later that day, Floki realized he had been transported into the time and world of the Vikings TV series. His knowledge of the show's early seasons, combined with his years of studies, made him a valuable asset to assist Ragnar in his future adventures.
But Floki's ambitions extended beyond aiding Ragnar in England and Frankia. He wondered if the show's later seasons revealed other lands,having not seen them, like Greenland or America, for exploration. Regardless, Floki harbored dreams of establishing his own realm, a place to rule and trade, powered by the boats he would craft. With hope and determination, he stepped out of his shack, ready to build the first-ever Viking vessel bound for England.
