Summary
She appears one morn swept up on the crags of the fjord of Kattegat. She's a pitiful thing, Ragnar remembers. Drenched in ocean salt as she was, tangled up in seaweed and driftwood she shivered like a leaf caught in the winter winds. He might have loved her even then. Lagertha/Lily/Ragnar. Lothbrok!Harry. Family Feels.