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Björn listened as she contradicted him, correcting him by telling him that she was not a ‘queen’ yet, and silently the Viking disagreed. How many Queens had came from the loins of the King before them and one day found themselves on the throne with short notice but were still looked to as Queen nevertheless? The other cultures did things like that, Björn had been told, but his own was different. The offspring of a Jarl or Chieftain did not automatically mean instant leadership at the coming of age. Björn’s own father had been the second in command with no blood relation to Uther. The only reason Björn (the origin of Ragnar’s moniker) and then Ragnar himself had taken the throne after their father had been because of challenges - two separate fights to the death that had granted them the title and all of it’s burdens and glories. As Pump spoke to him, Björn remained silent and still, a contemplative, scarred statue.

Pump offered him a proposition of her own, not rejecting his proposal, neither accepting it, but she was giving him a chance to do what she invited him to do: to know the others - including herself - to earn their respect and loyalty, to prove that he was capable of being her second in command. Björn was not a creature of finesse by any stretch of the imagination, no he was brutish and true to his people. He would take something if he thought it belonged to him, raid if it was needed to feed his own people; but he had been a leader, and he could devote himself to it, to his people. He had done it before.

“That is a fair proposition,” Björn accepted the challenge, knowing that if things did not work out, if he proved to be too brutish for the lighthearted of these strangers then he could always do his own thing, as he had originally intended. For now, Odinn beseeched him to stay, and faithful to the Gods that favored him, Björn obeyed. "I accept it."