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King and Legend

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{{RP blog for Ragnar Lothbrok from History Channel's Vikings.}}
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drarialynn

She listened, just as excited that there were Gods of his own that were like hers, maybe the Dark Lady had a sister in this Hel woman? She wondered who Loki was, did the all father care of the men all her all mother did for women? She was vastly curious and that lightness in her made her mimic his posture
“Volva?” She asked sounding the word out slowly “what is that? A…an oracle?” She asked “I’m not an oracle, no, I…I can understand mine, they are not from Apollo directly from his temples and he does not speak to me like that. They come as dreams, the same dream more than once I know is a vision to come. A warning often times when it is not really a test.”

He smiled at her in a way that made him look younger. Almost boyish. Making him look so very different from the dirtied and bloodied northman that had taken her from her village.

"Völva are ... women that dream the truth. Like you say. Visions in dreams. ", he seemed almost fixated on it. "Your Gods give them to you? These visions? Have you had a dream recently?"

#drarialynn#//Ragnar and his stupid fixation on prophecies
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Lagertha was no stranger to grief. You could not live through what she had nor seen the things she had seen without grief becoming an annoyingly close companion. However, she had always handled her own grief in a far more stoic manner than she handled those she held close to her feeling such grief.
This was no different.
While she was saddened and hurt by Athelstan’s death, her greater pain was reserved for Ragnar. She knew quite well how close her beloved had held the priest and she knew that he was in agony from the loss.  Yet, she had also watched Ragnar for many years. She knew that his usual way of dealing with pain was to hide it until it caused a break and then withdraw somewhere to be alone in his grief.
Lagertha was unwilling to leave him alone in such a time.
So, she sought him out and settled herself against his back like she hadn’t done in far too long. She wrapped her arms around him and just gave him her strength and her presence for as long as he needed or desired her to hold him up.

He let her hold him, closing his eyes against the tears. His free hand clutched at her arm across his collarbone, holding onto her, keeping himself from falling apart through her strength alone.

"I have dreamt of killing him.", he admitted quietly and it was clear that he was not speaking about Athelstan. His face twisted into an expression of pained rage and the hand around the crucifix tightened to a point where it must be doing damage to the skin of his palm. "Wrap my hands around his throat until the life leaves him. I want to see that light fade for what he took from me."

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drarialynn

Strange boy…good and kind but…his words were strange, his manner as well, like he was teasing or making fun of her without meaning to or…maybe without malice? Strange.
She sat in the back of the wagon the whole trip, going through her box, counting her herbs and supplies to make sure she’d have enough. She talk to her..the…Ragnar, once she saw him again.
When the wagon stopped she shifted to gather her things, glancing to the man in question as he appeared. “Thank you…its my box, it holds what is most dear to me.” She explained and gathered it and a few books into her arms looking at the piles she left behind.
“I…I’ve slit my things…to those that will fetch a good price and those that will not.”

He watched her, head tilted to the side. He was never quite still, it seemed. There was always a little movement to his shoulders and he was swaying slightly in place, even though his arms still rested on the cart. He seemed restless, like he was waiting for something.

"I thought you would fight harder to keep your things. Or to escape.", he said, before pushing himself away from the cart to walk around to the back to be able to jump up with her. Kneeling down, he poked at a few things, picking some up, only to toss them down again. "How does a heathen woman survive in a town of Christians?", he asked in a tone that probably should have been conversational, but wasn't.

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drarialynn

Arias head snapped up, eyes wide “you…you would want to know of my Gods?” She asked, surprised and a bit wary of his game here but then it hit her. Distraction, he was making an effort…something in her warmed at the thought.
She offered a tiny smile that sparked warmth and lightness to her eyes “I…should start with the all mother..” she said softly, telling him of the mother of the Gods, how she watched over women. Her God that gave her the sight and the visions she had at night, how he governed her movement and it was him and his cousin who tested her. The Dark Lady who’s name was not spoken but whom governed the land of the dead with her husband and woke the flowers in spring.

He had moved to the bed, gesturing for her to join him without interrupting her story. The expression in his eyes had changed, had become honestly curious and he was leaning towards her, hanging on every word she spoke.

Under the hard, mocking exterior was a bubbling curiosity that was now focused solely on her.

"We have an All Father.", he said finally, in a hushed tone that was brimming with a gentle excitement. "And our dead are also guarded by a lady. Hel. Loki's daughter, who rules her kingdom of those who did not die in battle.", the parallels seemed to excite him.

And then something seemed to click into place in his head and he leaned even closer: "You have visions? You are a Völva?"

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@ivarragnarsscn replied to your post: RULES:   tell  us  one  favorite  character  from…

   I knew this was gonna bite me in the arse

Aaah, but you’ve got such a nice arse, tho

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RULES:   tell  us  one  favorite  character  from  ten  fictional works ( shows, films, novels, etc. ) &  tag ten  people.

REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

Clint Barton - Marvel Universe Magnus Bane - Shadowhunters Universe Amos Burton - The Expanse Lagertha - Vikings Death - Diskworld Bart - Dirk Gently’s Hollistic Detective Agency Eleven - Stranger Things Varric Tethras - Dragon Age Abe Sapien - Hellboy Claudia Donovan - Warehouse 13

TAGGED BY: @witchesandwarriors TAGGING: @ivarragnarsscn, @drarialynn, @theboatbuilderswife, @ofodinn, @skutilsveininn and whoever else wants to do it.

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I am an impulsive roleplayer.

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?

#//sometimes OOC interaction and discussion helps threads along as well#//Escpecially if I get stuck on a thread
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He tried to give his most angry glare at the smile, but really, he was so tired it didn’t even go through like, half, and he let himself be tugged in, bag forgotten on the table, hands landing on Ragnar’s waist almost out of habit.
“I still have five classes I take next to being your TA, you know, so you better have a good way to make it up to me. Like a massage, or, you know, a straight A on all my essays.”

Smirking, Ragnar scooted closer, moving so he could slip his hands around Athelstan's waist. "How about a long, hot bath and a massage?", he hummed. Mischief still danced in his eyes and it was clear that he thought he had won. "Work all that tension out of your muscles." The smirk widened and his hands moved lower to squeeze at Stan's behind. His head tilted down to mutter in his ear: "Do it nice and slow and deep."

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ormriauga-blog asked:

“…Doesn’t really inspire confidence.” (digs into your memes for reasons)

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Ragnar tilted his head in a small sideways nod while his face twisted into a sceptical grimace. His arms were folded over his arms as he surveyed the makeshift bridge over the the chasm.

“I guess we will see if the Gods are with us today.”

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@drarialynn continued from ask

Aria shuffled on her feet and looked away from him to the side. Her hands fisted in her dress and a dark flush blossomed over her face.
“Yes.” She said softly, gods what was wrong with her? How stupid did she sound! He was going to regret letting her live now she was sure of it, stupid Ari.
She couldn’t help it though, even fighting with him and embarrassed beyond all reason she was more relaxed then she was when he wasn’t within earshot…or sight. Was this another test of her gods? What could this possibly be for?

He scoffed and turned away from her, folding his arms over his chest. For a moment, he stood with his eyes closed until he shook his head once and looked back at her with that odd intensity. That almost calculating, bone-deep look that seemed to want to pierce right to a person's innards.

"Will you tell me about your Gods?", he said then, softly. The attempt at diverting her attention away from her grief was clumsy and transparent, he was aware of that himself, but it was what he could offer.

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drarialynn

Aria smiled at the design it was very much like her own, maybe her father had gotten the design from them? Wasn’t that a thought, her father a Viking! Ha!
She nodded her head to the rest “I am, and I would like to be of use..now that I have my box back I can help more.” She smiled brightly, her whole face lighting at the thought of being able to help and maybe show her captors that she was better to them alive than dead.
And that had to be the lesson of this test, to find a way to live and survive even at the means of ones captors. “But should we not ask my…”. She paused at the word and made a face, not wanting to say it even in her own head, and made a motion towards the king

Björn tilted his head and smiled in a way that was oddly reminiscent of his father. "Your?", he prompted, clearly curious as to what she would reply. "Master? Owner? King?", there was something almost mocking to that last word.

He shook his head. "You could have done worse. Ragnar is complicated, but he is not a cruel man.", he smiled at her and there was something there, behind his words. A story to that particular statement in this particular situation. "You will be treated well."

And then he pushed his heels into the horse's flank and sat back, urging the animal forward to join Lagertha at the front.

They travelled through the day and into the early evening hours and Ragnar did not speak or even glance in Aria's direction until they had found a place to make camp. "You have found your belongings.", he said by way of greeting when he stepped up to the cart, folded his forearms across the the low side to look at her. "I found that and could not leave it behind.", he added then, pointing at the box.

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@piousapostate piousapostate replied to your quote“That night I lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several…”

   I veto this quote

I Don’t know what you’re talking about (insert innocent smile here)

That part where no one died because of nothing and there was no such thing as horrible sadness because it is late and now I am sad.

I am pouting, just for the record.

If nobody died, it’s all fine, right?

Do i sound like it’s fine, T?

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ragnarlcthbrck-blog

I love you, too. *g*

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@piousapostate piousapostate replied to your quote“That night I lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several…”

   I veto this quote

I Don’t know what you’re talking about (insert innocent smile here)

That part where no one died because of nothing and there was no such thing as horrible sadness because it is late and now I am sad.

I am pouting, just for the record.

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ragnarlcthbrck-blog

If nobody died, it's all fine, right?

#{ooc}
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