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...
In a serene meadow by the gently flowing river, Athena sat gracefully on the lush green grass,
The sun cast a warm glow over the tranquil scene, dappling the area with golden light. With a focused expression, she delicately painted intricate designs on a shield, the colors blending harmoniously on the canvas.
The soft rustling of the leaves and the distant murmur of the river created a soothing symphony, enveloping her in a cocoon of peace and creativity.
By her side, a white cat lounged contentedly, its fur shimmering in the sunlight like a cascade of snow. Snow's eyes, bright and curious, followed the movements of the paintbrush with silent fascination.
Occasionally, it would stretch lazily, then settle back down, its presence adding to the tranquility of the moment.
Athena's gaze often switched from the shield she was painting, to Snow beside her, a smile bracing her lips.
It had been a couple of years since the Dane versus Saxon war. It had been a couple of years since she had avenged Ragnar.
They had returned to Coccham, and they all lived there once again, making it their home once more.
But, Uhtred still had his eyes set on Bebbanburg. And Sihtric, Finan and Osferth had been sent to scout the place for Uhtred.
Athena decided that she would opt out on the scout, remaining at Coccham. She often visited Æthelflæd's estate during the time Finan was gone, seeing Stiorra.
"Thyra!"
Athena swiftly looked over her shoulder at the name of her daughter, a grin making its way onto her face as she watched her child jog towards her.
Instantly, Athena held out her arms, letting Thyra run into her arms. A chuckle left Athena's lips as she held her daughter against her. "Hello, my sweet." Athena ran a hand over her daughter's head.
Snow had now perched up, brushing her head against Athena's lap. "Mother, can we see Stiorra today?" Thyra asked, a hint of an Irish tone in her voice. Thyra reached out to play with Athena's braids. "Aunt Mel suggested it." She pointed behind Athena, making Athena turn to see Melusine walk towards them, Atlas in her arms.
"Because, you would not stop asking me." Melusine corrected, sending the young child a pointed look. Athena merely chuckled, holding onto her daughter.
