Ragnar and Askild put on a grand display, patting and laughing with each other for all to see.
All was well but deep down, they both hated each other despite their reasons for doing so varying.
But then, Ragnar set eyes on the love of his life and his heart began beating like it was trying to rip itself out of his chest.
Lagertha looked even more beautiful than he remembered and a sheepish smile crept up on his face.
"Ragnar, is that really you…?" Lagertha questioned, tears welling up in her eyes and Ragnar, like usual, had a smart response to this.
"You are dreaming Lagertha! Wake up!" Ragnar shouted but this only made his wife laugh.
"Yup, you are definitely my husband!" Lagertha said as she ran into his arms.
Ragnar missed this, her warmth. His hands went lower, grabbing her butt and this surprised Lagertha.