Fighting, Honour and Valhalla || Vikings x The Originals x TVD

Broken Bonds

The mood was solemn around the campfire just outside of Darkmoon forest. The remaining men from both Ragnar's and the Jarl's camps both feasted together around the fires; the latter knowing that with their Lord defeated they had no choice but to side with them. It wasn't too bad however, Kattegat was a small place and a lot of the men here had known each other for years and had fought together for just as long. They were willing to put these new grudges behind them and move on, there was no reason to fight any longer.

A lot of them were tired of the fighting, on both sides of the conflict they'd seen how miserable a place Kattegat had become, but while they were willing to forget, some wouldn't forgive. The Jarl had done awful things to his own people and the men under him had been the ones to carry out those injustices. The thing stopping them from getting their revenge was the new Jarl. A lot of the time magic was an unseen force that worked as luck or curses, sometimes you would see someone set something on fire or conjure some animal. Thorfinn had however sent over a dozen grown men to the ground with the wind.

Needless to say, Thorfinn was the main topic of conversation on both sides. There were many stories about Thorfinn, from his slaying of a Dragur to his slaying of an Ulfhednar in Northumbria. Then there was his most recent one... the slaying of the Leviathan.

"It is a falsehood, no man can slay that which is divine," one of the jarls men said shaking his head as he drank from his cup. There were a few murmurs of agreement from some of the others, even some of Ragnar's men nodded as if they didn't wholly believe it.

"Perhaps so, but we have all seen the tooth that Thorfinn carries, that could only be from a beast bigger than a ship,"  Bard replied which also brought murmurs of agreement.

"Bah! Easily could've been carved from a white oak, they are strong and can pierce normal wood," another of the Jarls men added.

"You all miss the point that only that which is divine can slay the divine, no mortal man can slay a god," Gorde one of Ragnar's men shouted out over the mumbling of the rest of them.

"Then perhaps Thorfinn is touched by the divine, a god in human skin?" Someone else commented.

This caused silence to envelop the campfire with all of them looking around at each other, some of them a little unnerved.

"RAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

A loud deep laugh broke the silence, those who sat down looked to the source and saw Rollo who sat down on a tree stump by the fire and warmed his hands.  "Your mother has been telling you one too many tales," Rollo said to them before he started laughing again.

"You laugh Rollo but can you explain the things Thorfinn has done, he must either be divine or someone even more favoured by the gods than your brother!" The same person commented.

Rollo's smile soured when his brother was mentioned. He had always lived in Ragnar's shadow, and now that shadow only seemed to grow. "Why would a god walk among us in the body of a boy, your words make no sense," Rollo said grabbing a mug from a man next to him and drinking from it.

"It is not for us to know their ways," Gorde replied.

"How would you explain Thorfinns powers, he is thrice younger than me and yet he has slew a Draugr," someone commented.

Rollo grunted as he took a bite from a piece of meat. "A seiðr perhaps, he is not the only one in Kattegat."

"None that I've seen crack the very world around them."

Mutters of agreement echoed from those around them. Rollo stayed quiet as they started to discuss what he'd done again, hearing of Thorfinns exploits and his power bothered him. He was fond of the boy, but he didn't understand why the gods favoured him so much. What was he doing wrong? Why was he looked over so often? Was he not a powerful warrior, did he not bring honour to the gods in battle, did he not sacrifice enough? His fists tightened around the mug, straining the wood until it cracked.