"ѕнe waѕ тнe ғιre тнaт ĸepт тнe world вυrnιng."
She was a girl, outcast by her home in England and imprisoned for her crimes. That is until Earl Ingstad, (otherwise known as Lagertha Lothbrok) the ex wife of Ragnar Lothbrok, freed her and took her b...
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The dim light from the fire outside was all that leaked into my small tent. I had nothing grand but something just big enough to give me privacy. Few women were on this trip and I intended to soak up every ounce of alone time I was granted.
I lay, my eyes clenched shut. Much like most nights of present, I was restless. It wasn't that I wasn't tired. I was always just scared of what I might see once I closed my eyes. I steadied my breathing, thinking of relaxing thoughts in the hopes that this would send me into a deep sleep.
Suddenly, a breeze hit the back if my neck, it's icy fingers running up my spine. Soon, this sensation was coupled with a stick prodding into my back. "Aneira?" The whisper of my closest friend, Ivar. "Are you awake?" "I am now, boneless." I spoke with a grouchy tone. "What do you want?" He chuckled, "Get your ass outside." "Why?" I groaned. "Just do it." He returned before leaving.
I sighed, wrapping my cloak around me and stepping outside. My feet slipped into the sand as it glistened in the moonlight. The camp was quiet, for once, and the sounds of Norsemen feasting and drinking had died. I placed gentle steps in the sand and walked slowly over to the campfire. My jet black cloak blew in the wind, dancing along behind me.
"Ivar?" I yelled out in a whisper. My eyes soon caught a glimpse of him sat watching the waves roll onto the English coast. My steps became faster as I noticed him and I quickly went over to my friend, sitting beside him.
Silence swallowed for the beach and I merely sat wondering why on earth he and actually brought me out here in the first place.
"Ivar?" I asked again, this time not in a whisper.
He turned to look at me before quickly averting his gaze back to the ocean. I only caught a glimpse of his ocean Blue eyes but it was enough to spread a smile across my face.
"Why are you smiling?" Ivar questioned, finally.
"Am I not allowed to smile?" I beamed.
"I saw you with my brother earlier. Is that why you are smiling?" He asked, an aggravated tone overlaying his words.
"Don't be jealous Ivar, it doesn't suit you." I frowned a reply.
"I'm not jealous. Why would I be jealous?" He defended.
His response provoked a chuckle from me, a small laugh that I could not hold in. I knew that not taking Ivar seriously when he was angry would always end in disaster but I just couldn't stop myself from laughing. Ivar merely glared at me... Which made me laugh more.
"I'm sorry Ivar, I just- you're an idiot." I spoke, finally.
"Why am I an idiot?" He sighed, unsure of my point.
"You have no reason to be jealous." I stated plainly.
After a few moments silence, listening to the ocean roar and the crickets chirp, Ivar spoke again. "How do you suppose we win against Ecbert once he knows what we've done in Northumbria?"
