Legacy

{AN: There are OC's that I have made in this Chapter for the sole reason of character development for Friedrich. So they are Fictional.}

2 Weeks of staying in Oxford. Friedrich trained through pain and Tiredness. He couldn't forget the sight of his father burnt alive, Thyra being took away and the memories of the good time. Sleeping... Training.... And Fighting, was only replaced by them memories. Bloodlust, Hatred and Rage took him whole, Revenge and Uhtred was what kept him sane.

Finishing his Sword, Uhtred and Friedrich was told by the man that people wanted to know their location. Warning Birda, the 3 killed the Danes that was sent by Ubba, only having the opinion to the English. Uhtred set on this journey for Wealth, land and fame. Friedrich sole purpose for joining was Fame and chance of having his Revenge.

So they marched forwards to the last kingdom, Wessex.

[Kingdom of Wessex: Winchester]

Proceeding in the gates of Winchester, Friedrich headed first in the English territory. Men, woman, children and the elderly covered there path towards the palace. Woman's eyes were glued to him with lust and Disgust, men look at them like the same as the rest Disgust. Children were weary but looked awed by the look of them, Clearly wanting to be a Warrior.

"Do I have something on my face?" He asked Uhtred, lazing around on the horse.

"They probably think your Ugly, brother." Chuckling at his statement, they adventured further into Winchester, Eyes still were glue to them inspecting Intently, if not that then mother's taking away their children from their presence.

Crowd Booed until getting to the palace where the king stays. Friedrich Lavished in the boos, hearing the boos. Beocca put his ink feather down and headed to it, guards came out of the palace with the tall man called Leofric.

"We have business with the king, Aethelred." Uhtred explained to the Leofric at the top of the steps. No reply, Friedrich lifted his head from inspecting his nail and said.

"Do you not speak English, Saxon?"

Giving out a Serious voice with a carefree action.

"Is that what you're speaking, arseling? You sound like a Dane and look like one." Replying with apple in mouth, Friedrich leaned forwards and remarked

"You act like a warrior, but all I see is a farmer, playing the part as one."

"Farmer am I? I'd wager this farmed against you at any time." Crowd cheering for it, Friedrich is gonna give what they wanted.

"Friedrich, we came here to speak not to fig-." Brida tried to reason, only for Uhtred to stop her. He was excited seeing his brother fight in a long time, it always pumped his blood in excitement.

"Hahahaha! Is that so? Then, I will enjoy sacrificing you to Odin." Jumped on his Horse and headed the opposite of Leofric.

Standing from a distance, both men put arms on their Swords. Friedrich standing upright, about to unsheathe and beat the man to a pulp, was interuppted.

"Friedrich, Uhtred?"

" "Father Beocca!" " Seeing Beocca, Both men shouted and went towards him. Uhtred hugged him while Friedrich slung his arm around him.

"Oh, my goodness..." Looking at both boy's, Beocca could see a massive difference.

"You know these them, Arseling's?" Leofric asked the Old Priest.

"I do. Yes, I do... Uhtred, you're... You're fully grown. Friedrich, you've... Grown bigger and taller." Inspecting both lads, Beocca could see tattoos on the bigger of the 2. It didn't surprise him, he did take after his Grandfather it seems, sadly.

"And you're old!" Uhtred said, getting a laugh from his brother.

"I am." Laughing a bit with the 2, while hugging again.

"He claims business with the king." Leofric said directing the mention to Friedrich.

"Yes. Yes, that's true. But not with the king, it must be with Alfred." The priest confirmed, only changing who they are meeting with.

"You vouch for Them?" Leofric inquired.

"I vouch for them. Yes, I will Vouch for them. God has sent you, surely" He double confirmed like Black ops. Looking at them both up and down... Pause... said again.

"You're both men." Getting the chance to introduce his Girlfriend, Uhtred said gesturring to Brida.

"Father, this is Brida, my greatest friend."

"A woman?" Father said while looking at Brida then to Uhtred with a happy but confused expression.

"Yes." Uhtred said.

"I am." Brida said looking at him, taking offence. Beocca eyes glanced around Awkwardly, Brida trying to confirm she is one said "I have tits."

"I see." Beocca could only say, Friedrich just chuckled at Brida's explaination.

"Have their horse's fed and watered. I will inform Alfred that you're here with me." Beocca told them his what he was gonna do.

"We need them weapons, father." Leofric explained to Beocca.

Going to his right tab, Uhtred asked. "Why not inform the king?" Hearing this, said to Uhtred. "The king is busy. But you will like Alfred, he is an Impressive man."

Following him to the courtyard, Beocca went to inform Alfred of there Arrival. Waiting for some time, Friedrich just crouched the whole time taking in the peace.

"Do you like it?" Uhtred asked Brida, who looked around the Courtyard in fascination.

"Yes, it is beautiful. You could rest here, it is soo quite."

"Peaceful." Interuppting the conversation was Alfred.

"The... The Romans, they built this courtyard for just that purpose: tranquility." In his robe and hands together. Facing the man, Uhtred wondered.

"You're Alfred?"

"I am." He said simply.

"My lord." Uhtred bowed slightly. Friedrich on the other hand, did not. Friedrich just casually said.

"I do not bow to anyone who is inferior to me in status and strength. I, only bow to the god's and people that earn my trust." Leofric was gonna attack for lack of respect, but Alfred raised his arm and believed that it was his pagan ways.

"You are Friedrich and Uhtred. I hear word that you both are considerable warrior's." Chuckling slight, Uhtred just waved it off and said.

"Not been tested, lord, not yet, and I've been lucky. Friedrich on the other hand, he is the best that there comes, I would say no man could defeat him one on one. It is simply impossible." Praising his Brother. Uhtred spoke his opinion plainly and honestly. He knew if someone challenged Friedrich, they would be either incapacitated or killed.

"I shall take that for consideration... Well, luck is good. Or so my own warriors say. Now, I haven't quite worked out the theology of luck: can there be luck if God disposes?" Looking upwards to the built blonde, said his words honestly and spoke about his opinion of luck to check if they are smart.

"Luck is no such thing, if they miraculously tripped on a rock missing a arrow. It was because Fate decide that it wasn't the right time for them to die. Fate is with everyone, only with being powerful and careful will you have a chance to change that fate. Ragnar Lothbrok is the only man to do such a thing."

"Only God can confirm that your words are true, but we will never know. But it is weird to see Pagans have a brain." Taking a Sense of Wisdom from Friedrich. Alfred hearing the name of the most Famous Viking, Stiffened up for a second before realising he died.

"With me. We shall talk inside, briefly." Following Alfred into the inside. While following to the Library where Alfred's write and reads. In the hall turning around a corner, Friedrich saw a woman. She was beautiful, Elegant and looking at her smile that he knew all to well. From the seems of things, she already noticed his presence before he knew hers. They locked eyes and sized each other up unknowingly, Friedrich didn't know why but he could see through everything she was.

[Aelswith Pov ]

Going to the Church to pray in quiteness. I acrossed a turn in the hall and saw a pagan, a man that was very handsome even for normal handsome men. He was huge, probably 6'4 and weighing 200 pound. Viking hair style with attractive tattoos, how could a pagans tattoos be attractive? Blond hair, Brown eyes with a scar the side of his eye to the corner of his mouth. His Black leather vest showed his arms with a tattoo and muscles.

I couldn't stop staring at him, I'm suppose to be married. I can't fall to this heathens tricks... But when he saw me staring, he looked back at me with want and posseviness. I felt naked by his eyes scanning my figure, it felt... Strangely good.

Looking away and following my Husband. I clutched my heart, pounding away, a beat every second. Imagination's of him, man handling me, dominating me and love that he could provide... I need to go to the Church and repent for daring to imagine doing something so, so shameful.

[Back to the same previous Pov]

"I spend my much of my time in here." Alfred rolled up Paper's that had information on them. Looking through the paper's, most of them have former king's in them, past events or information about individual and strategy's.

"Do you read, Friedrich?" Writing something down, Alfred asked the Big man.

"I was a student of Father Beocca's, I, Unlike my brother, was talented and learnt writing, advance equation's and reading." Friedrich simply said, Uhtred just chuckled and punched his arm.

"Don't underestimate the power of the written word. When a man dies, if nothing is written, he is soon forgotten. For instance, who is remembering Earl Ragnar l?" Alfred gave words of wisdoms to Uhtred and Brida. Uhtred hearing last pit asked.

"You know of Ragnar?"

"Father Beocca has talked much about you, Uhtred. He believed you a prisoner, a slave to Earl Ragnar. Is that the case?" Alfred walked to him with his hands behind his back.

"Ragnar was a father to me. I love him." Uhtred said immediately, denying on the spot. Leofric stopped him from moving closer to Alfred with his arm.

"Yet, in Eoferwic, they are saying that you killed him."

"They lie." Brida said turning to them.

" "Kejartan", "Kejartan"... Is that how you pronounce his name?" Alfred moved back to his table and read out loud.

"Kjartan?" Friedrich head turned to Alfred, and asked in anger.

"Kjartan... Has benefited most from Ragnar's death. He has taken his place and is now Earl Kjartan now." Alfred walked closer to Uhtred. Friedrich hearing this, felt all his Hatred and Anger for revenge boil his blood.

"That is written down?" Uhtred asked.

"Whatever I discover about my enemies is written down." Spoke Sagely, Alfred did.

Friedrich couldn't focus on the conversation between the two. He needed to calm down and do nothing rash. Bring deeply both in and out, Friedrich took a minute to calm down and hear about Ubba inquiring in Mercia about his and Uhtred's welfare.

"One day, it is my hope that all kingdom's will become one, United under one God." Alfred sat down and spoke his dream.

"Under one king is very possible, but one God, isn't." Friedrich said in a shaky voice, still on the process to calm down. "You can't force people to change something, because you believe that it is Heathen. It is like someone forced you to leave YOUR God without YOUR consent. How would you feel?" No reply from a thoughtful Alfred.

"How long will Wessex last?" Brida asked.

"The fate of Wessex will be determined by Englishmen, all Englishmen. Only by Joining together and saving Wessex can we have England. Only be saving Wessex can we have a... a Northumbria... a Bebbanburg..." Alfred said by grasping his hands to give an explanation.

"Than, what if Wessex can't be saved?" Brida walked next to Uhtred and Friedrich.

"Then we are all no more." Alfred stood up after a small sentence hearing a bell and prayed, than touches his belly while breathing heavily.

"The Danes are gathering a great army. They have, in fact, gathered an army." Alfred moved to Uhtred a little still holding his stomach.

"They have Gathered where?" Uhtred walked closer with a serious face.

"They have moved upriver from Lunden to Readingum. They are settling as we speak." Alfred stood upright and hands behind his Back like usual.

"But you said Ubba is in the north, so, who leads them?" Uhtred sad on a table with scrolls on with Friedrich Leaning behind him on shelf's.

"The Earl Guthrum leads them."

"I know Guthrum." Uhtred said. Beocca still stood at the door listening to them speaking.

"We will need every advantage, and Father Beocca considers you, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, and Friedrich Uhtredson. To be an advantage, whereas I believe you are here solely to hide, to safe your skin's. I look at you both and I see Danes. I see Uhtred of Nowhere, and Friedrich, who cares for only themselves." Alfred went up to the middle of them both and tried to hurt there prides. {AN: I won't lie, when I was writing this scene. I was soo wanting to leave Alfred and join the Vikings, making both Uhtred and Friedrich enemies.}

"Now, I must go to prayers. You will join me?"

"I won't be. Remember I'm a Dane, a pagan." Walking out of the room, he heard Uhtred shout from the room.

"Where are you going!?!?!"

"To Readingum, for new knowledge that Saxon's can't gain. I will go alone, stay here and take care." Friedrich headed out and mounted his horse leaving Winchester to Readingum.

Looking on the water shoreline of Readingum, there was boats settled. Going through the woods, Friedrich found Jackdaws on the trees. Only done days before battle, taking one, Friedrich took one for proof and again set of to go back towards Winchester.

Telling Alfred about the Jackdaws and how urgent it is, Alfred called to the Council for a meeting about what Friedrich found upon his journey to Readingum.

"Alfred, you have called council. For what reason?" Walking down the hall on the right, Aethelred asked.

"Lord forgive me, it may well be for no reason, but we have a pagan in court who claims to have knowledge regarding the Dane army." Looked at the king, while walking into the room speaking.

"Forgive me. He's Friedrich Uhtredson, Son of the former dead king of Bebbanburg. I Vouch for his word. Friedrich." Beocca walked back when meeting Aethelred at the door explaining to him.

Wearing casual clothes of Wool t-shirt, wool jacket that is Grey and trousers with leather shoes. Friedrich had his hair down, that went to his shoulder blades and said taking out the Jackdaws.

"Lord... I have been to Readingum, I have watched my fellow Danes. Their intention isn't to settle, if it were, they would of stayed in Lunden." Friedrich spoke with some respect and calm tone to the king who was around by, Odda, Alfred, Young Odda that is the son of Odda who sat on the seat to the left of Aethelred.

"You are saying what? That they intend to attack?"

"Yes, lord."

"We already know that. Come spring they'll be at our door." Spoke Odda.

"You are wrong. They will march within days, lord, I am very much sure of it. I know my own kind." Friedrich countered, serious for the first time in the meeting.

"How can you possibly be sure? The ground is sodden all around." Just taking a glance at the 6ft, skinny black haired person. Friedrich talked over him.

"They've made their sacrifices. The Ordinary warriors have caught and killed birds, Jackdaws. Only done days before battle. And they are hungry." Friedrich walked a bit closer to Aethelred and thrown the Jackdaws to him, getting him to not touch it. Sign of disrespect, but why should Friedrich care if they gave him none.

"Then, perhaps they have eaten these Jackdaws." Young Odda tried to give no face to Friedrich. Hearing the disrespect and attitude, Friedrich was gonna explode.

"Shut up, boy. I warn you, don't over step you're boundary with Friedrich." Uhtred interfered in the meeting, he didn't want his brother to kill a Ealdorman Son because he pissed him off.

"They have many hundreds of men and ships with little supplies. They'll first have a town rich with grain and livestock. I have travelled around well, I believe Abbendum is such a place." Friedrich continued before wanting to kill the boy. Aethelred walked around him staring into his eyes to check if he is wavering.

"Abbendum is the only way to face the Danes. It will be within days, lord." Friedrich was being honest and serious.

"You went to Readingum alone?" Alfred asked in his usual posture.

"Yes, I went alone." Friedrich nodded his.

"Why alone?" Alfred asked again

"Why do you ask?" Friedrich wanted know what Alfred meant by that it.

"Because for most of your life, you have lived as a Dane, you look like a Dane, you speak the language of a Dane, therefore, I surmise you can set a trap like a Dane." Alfred the Man of Being racist to Danes, spoke his opinion. Young Odda, said as well agreeing.

"Agreed, my lord. He imagines we are Jackdaws." Friedrich could handle it anymore.

"Hahahahaha! Can you not see the similarity I share with other Dane's. I am not only a Saxon but a Dane as well in blood, Unlike my brother, Uhtred." Uhtred and Brida gave shocked faces, first time hearing this. The Ealdorman's in the room looked cautious, Alfred were the most cautious.

"Only Father Beocca and father knows who I truly am..." Everyone in the room looked at Father Beocca, who looked at Friedrich with a pleading face for him not to say anything. Taking his jacket and shirt off, Friedrich showed his scar's with his perfect body.

"My mother was made a Slave/Servant with her mother that is why I have these scars. Her mother, my Grandmother wasn't any woman... No, far from it. She came from also noble blood, royal blood to be exact. Originating from East Anglia, her name was Bertha of East Anglia, Sister of Edmund. It was said she died when Vikings tried raiding East Anglia." Everyone in the room couldn't say anything, Aethelred looking closely saw small features from his face, mainly his nicely shaped eyebrows. This confirmed he was telling the truth.

"*Chuckling* Lies... She didn't die to Danes, but enslaved and sold off to Northumbria for ransom by her family. The reason was because of my Grandfather, Hahaha... It shocked me, when I asked her who he was. She gave me the name of a man that people knew all too well, Ragnar Lothbrok, King of the Danes. My name shouldn't of been Friedrich, but Einar that symbolises The one who fights alone. I am both Friedrich Uhtredson and Einar Lothbrok! I'm the Danish-Saxon that has both Royal, and Warrior blood flowing through my Veins!" Einar/Friedrich opened his arms, embracing the quiet atmosphere. Uhtred knew stood in awe of his brother and Alfred couldn't say anything, Einar/Friedrich had though pagan blood in him, still had pure noble blood like him.

"Let me clear it up for you..

I am Einar/Friedrich Lothbrok/Uhtredson! Grandson of Ragnar Lothbrok and Bertha! Rightful Heir to East Anglia and Sweden! I strive and live for only Blood, Battles, Revenge and Hate. Woman lust for me, Men hate everything about me, the God's blessed me and Fate beaks when near me! That is the man that stands before you!"

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Gotta keep the story interesting. Leading towards changing MC name to Einar, it shows he is a Dane even though he will kill his own kind. He hasn't got any meaning to keep the Saxon name for himself, so it makes more sense. It is like a new person un hatching themselves or bringing out there self.

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