Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. That was where Athena Rangarsdóttir got her name from. The brave beauty knew how to use a sword and it was her weapon.
( THE LAST KINGDOM )
( season one - season five )
( finan x fem!oc )
( cover by @evanschri...
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SERPENTS TONGUE ₊˚.༄𖥸 ── 𑁍₊𓄹 -- ❪ the last kingdom ❫. 𓄹 ╭ ‧₊˚⊹ 你好，欢迎光临 ╰ ✦ eye for a life╭ ᘒ ✦
Laughter filled Athena's ears. She had her eyes closed, letting Melusine braid her hair. She had missed Melusine's braids. She opened one eye, watching as Hild checked out Uhtred's arm.
"Has the moron broke his arm, Hild?" Athena snickered. But a hiss left her lips as Melusine tugged on her hair. "Ow." She quietly whined, missing Melusine's grin.
"He's lucky." Hild replied to the Dane, his hand on his arm. "Nothing is broken." She told Uhtred, shaking her head. "It'll hurt welding your sword, though." She added, sitting back down.
Melusine patted Athena's shoulders, signaling that she was done. Melusine turned to face the bench, but Athena moved to lay the back of her head on Melusine's shoulder.
"Well, we cannot wait for the wounded." Ragnar sighed, looking at his brother in front of him.
Athena looked at the pair, bringing the cup of ale to her lips. "You'll not have to wait for the wounded." Uhtred insisted, pulling his arm through his shirt.
"We should kill him." Brida suddenly said, making Athena turn her chin to face her. "Guthred, the turd King." She grinned.
Beocca looked at the Dane with disgust. "Do you never tire of menace?" Beocca asked, making Brida's grin drop.
"I do not."
"If we are successful in taking Dunholm, who gets to keep it?" Finan then asked, eating some of the bread he was given.
Athena frowned at that, looking over at the priest. "But, he head Eoferwic. The king cannot be in two places at once, Father." Athena merely shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip of her ale.
"Ragnar should have it." Uhtred suddenly said, his eyes on Ragnar. And Athena couldn't agree more.
Ragnar shook his head. "No." He uttered,
"It is Alfred's wish that it goes to Guthred." Beocca continued to voice his opinion, shaking his head.
Uhtred sighed, turning to the Priest with a frown. "Alfred has never set one foot in Northumbria, it is not his decision to make." He insisted. "Kjartan built Dumholm on the blood of Ragnar the Fearless. It belongs to his blood-son, Ragnar."
